Frostfire

[Miranda Frost]

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Dear sister.. why did you have to die? Why wasn't I fast enough. I had told you once never to take off your coat so.. why? What did you have to Prove!? I... I-I killed everyone. Our teachers... our rivals... our competition... our leader... our parents, they are all dead... for you...Why aren't you happy? Why won't you come back for me? I feel... lost.. alone. Please.. allow me to die.. allow me to follow you...
Sincerely,

In the world of ash and fire this letter was held. A black gloved hand outstretched over the magma below, threatening to release this message straight to Hell itself. The tear soaked paper rustled in the hot air that flowed from below. Smoke of a thousand souls he had slain drifted over him, tarnishing his armor and blackening his skin. Ashes from every decision he had burned over a lifetime fell over him, bleaching his black hair white if only for a while. Wind blown from across time wrestled away his letter, freeing it to drift forever more among the red skies of vengeance above him. His sloppy handwriting was deformed even more, the ink smearing into an unreadable mess.

The gloved hand let it go, hesitant to make any attempt to retrieve it. After a time the hand stooped low, hanging loosely at his side. The man took a step forward over the pier's rusty grating. Below the souls judged the man who stood above them, spitting forth curses and slander. Tears moisten the man's scarred face, dripping down to the furious depths, but no amount of tears could sate vengeance's thirst.

The trial's verdict came soon. The man clad in black stepped forward, but no platform was there to rest his sore feet, only the emptiness of the sulfuric air around him What would it feel like to face eternal damnation? A sea of hungry souls await him, but will his plea satisfy them? The stale air caressed his battle-scarred face, showing him the image of every bloodstained expression he had ever dared commit his blade against.

In the end, all of creation will be reduced to nothing more than petty ashes. In the end all repent for the sins they commit. In the end... all will mourn in Hell eternal.

I'm coming my dear.. sister. Headfirst...

My dear.. Miranda

Sincerely,

November Frost