The sinner’s fate reached her final verdict. Shallow breath came out trembling. Her arm ripped off like a straw doll. Dark inklings of blood pooled around her. She leaned her back against a charred tree. Red crimson eyes tiredly cast over the silence before her. Moths of flames danced around the burning field of a once emerald forest. The battle swept everything into a raging wave of crimson flames. Smokes rose and closed off the heaven with a thick, dark veil shrouded with the ominous death.
The sinner held out her hand up. The same hand plunged right through the heart of her kin she once called as a friend. His proud ruby eyes gazed into her fury crimson eyes.
“Wrath, you can never change our fate.” Pride’s last words repeated inside her head.
Among the seven sinners, she was the last one standing to see the end of this cycle. Fated to see the end of this story again and again. Alone, against the last judgment.
A chime of bells echoed, followed by a humming lullaby. The sinner perked her head up to see which soul would dare disturb the slumber of the dead. Yet, her vision blurred. She lost too much blood. She could only see a pure, white candlelight shone through the darkness. The chiming bells got closer to her and the lullaby stopped. Clothes shifted around as the stranger kneeled down. She flinched when a rough, calloused hand tucked away a curtain of her white hair away. It was an unfamiliar touch. Too gentle, in fact, as if the stranger holding her like a shattered glass. Strangely enough, she sought more of its comfort instead of pushing the hand away.
Streaks of light pierced through the darkness and touched the land like hands of prayers. The heaven finally opened its gate. Thus, life finally returned. A place where the sinners can’t reach beyond death. Instead, she belonged in the abyss. It beckoned her to return for a long slumber of loneliness. A suitable home for a sinful being.
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She turned to the stranger who remained by her side. “Would you pray for me?”
The stranger responded with a silence.
She chuckled, knowing well it was a stupid request from a sinner. “Even if I tried, a sinner can never do the right thing. The sinner is what I am. A tainted mistake. A fate no one can alter.”
A horn blew across the field. Knights of the Lumina drummed the ground, marching closer to where she was. She had expected them to come for her execution.
“What more can a sinner do than cause destruction?” She was losing her breath. Death counted her remaining time. “So please. Will you pray for this sinner, dearest light?”
An arrow swept through the burning field, passed the stranger’s side, and struck right on her chest. Breath hitched and ears rang. Death wrapped over her. They sang out cheers and raised their flags. They chanted out, Judgment to the sinner!
Then, a thunder crackled and boomed, making their chest pounded along. Everyone stopped. The celebration cut short. Joy turned to confusion. Dark, gray clouds gathered again, closing the heaven once more.
A drop of tear from heaven kissed the cheek of a sinner. The heaven mourned as it rained down its sadness. It had never rained before. The heaven would never cry for a sinner. It should be cheering in a radiant light when the sinner finally received her judgment. A small smile lifted on her lips before she departed with one last breath. Oh, heaven, why weep for a sinner?