Conception

The whispers she spoke silently watching angels violently gazing upon life. With such disrespect. For the highest choir of angels. Seraphim choking on what but last breaths. Of inhuman light pulsating now fading away. Out of existence spiraling into the blackness. So cold is the heart of the impenetrable emotionless beings. Rose against god and his light. With eternal strength from inside the bowels of hell opened up for delight. This is the sinner's life. And his fight.