The lost wife

I am unsure of what is going to happen.

The temple is quiet out of nowhere, a quietness that feels like it had blanketed over sound. My eyes dart around nervously, and I listen and wait.

I summon her by offering her something she made. God tells me, and he pulls out a small dagger, small for him, the size of a van to me.

Your blood is what will bring her back to me. He says, and he grabs my hand, extending my right arm.

I'm panicking then, trying to pull back. I have so many questions to ask, and he hasn't answered a single one. God grabs me firmly, and I can hear the creak of my bones, as they're getting ready to snap. Not only that, his holiness is burnig my forearm a bit, and it feels like waves of ice and heat are pouring onto me.

The temple quakes, catching our attention. None of my blood has been spilled, and we see a ladybug about the size of a volleyball fly in, encrusted with silver and gold. It's ruby eyes blink at the both of us, taking in the