Stories at the Crossroad. (completed)
“Do your worst, demon.”
Suit smiled wider. “That I will, little girl.” He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up about a head above him. She struggled with all her might, yet it felt like she had been gripped by an immovable object. Suit slowly opened his mouth, and a white light slowly entered his mouth from the angel. Her struggles intensified and began to hit the arm that held her but to no avail. She was in intense pain. She realized what was happening, much to her horror but could not speak nor stop it in any way. Slowly but surely, the angel’s struggles slowed until she completely stopped moving. Suit dropped the now lifeless body of the angel to the ground and closed his eyes, re