Heaven's Decent

Heaven fell into the darkest pits of hell. The light that she brought with her illuminated places that had remained shrouded in void since before the beginning of time. Blind eyes gazed up towards the light as she fell further and further downward, into the pit. Shadows shattered into a thousand pieces under the silver gaze of this woman as she landed atop a mountain of bones. Her step was light and she quickly began descending the treacherous structure. The guardians of the pit rose up then to destroy her, and there were many of these demon hounds. Their eyes glowed blood red and their teeth were like daggers. Their coats where black as night and seemed to absorb the light that shown from Heaven. They smelled of smoke, and freshly spilled blood. They let out roars that made the bones beneath her feet violently tremble. Visions of these fearsome creatures would cause the bravest man to tremble and fall to his knees. Heaven did not even bother to draw her blade.
She was among them like a ghost. Running up and down the mountain of ivory bones she dismissed them and threw them back out into the pits. Their necks broke and skulls shattered under her boots, and their souls smothered by her whispered prayers. Her raven black hair whipped audibly through the darkness, but the bones did not make a noise where she moved. The sickly noise of necks snapping and the pitiful yelps of the hounds died. Only one hound remained. He roared and the bones shook. He roared and all of the denizens of hell sang out his name. He roared and a king woke in his soft bed holding his sweat soaked chest. He roared and Heaven waited patiently for him to finish. This was more than a simple hound. She saw now, that he wore a crown of darkness and he took the form of a man then. Black energy swirled around him, and armor formed around his muscle bound body. A sword forged by Thorn, the God of the forge, was raised high into the air. The demons all about cheered his name, and were suddenly silenced. The warrior had fallen.
Heaven walked past the fallen champion of hell. Seran-Dal sang in her hand as blood ran along its edge to fall into the piles of bones. All was silent. None challenged the woman as she strode with purpose into the palace of Talin’Gagh.
The jeweled demon was waiting for her there in his palace courtyard. Here the shadows did not stay as long and the courtyard seemed quite welcoming. Talin’Gagh stood to welcome her to his home. He was beautiful for a man. Long flowing black hair fell over the shoulders of his silk robe. He had smooth pale skin on a sleight frame that had first attracted Heaven to him. She had not known he was a demon at the time, but she wonders now if it would have mattered.
“My dear Jasmine,” he exclaimed as if seeing a friend he thought lost.
“I have come to take your life,” she responded coldly and she held out Seran-Dal
There was a moment then that seemed to hang forever between them as if reality itself had been broken. Moments end so quickly that she almost missed it, but this moment did last. Then they both moved like lightning. The peaceful courtyard fell to ruin as their battle destroyed trees, and the beautiful creatures scattered in their wake. A flock of snow white doves flew past them as she brought the sword downward. A tree shattered, but Talin’Gagh stepped nimbly aside. She fell to one knee and tears were streaming down her perfect face. She did not hate him. But, she knew he must die.
“I love you”
His eyes were filled with surprise as she sheathed her sword and he fell to his knees. Not knowing that he was already dead he tried to struggle to his feet. He slipped in the pool of his own blood and fell on his face, trembling once before he died.
Heaven reached out and found her preborn son’s soul in the mists of hell. She brought that soul, tainted with sin, into her self. The soul purified within her body. Souls came into the world with sin when they still had lessons to learn. Heaven could not allow her son to know this pain. Now only Heaven can not return to her place in the stars.