"Will you condemn me..." She asks the blinding light... "I will never condemn you..."
"Then why am I condemned..." She glares at the impending night... "The light never condemns... It is the darkness that condemns..."
"Then why am I dark..." Her words drift away into twilight... "And you light..."
"Every single day I've desired to become the light... Craved it... Hungered for it... Lusted for it... But it never chose me..."
"Why you, and not me..."
Wrath. Shame. Guilt. Condemned by the darkness, judged by the light. She looks at the angel before her, once her best friend, now a spire of division, a seal of isolation... Divided from the light, isolated from brethren... Fallen to the night, cast out of heaven...
"Ellie... It's me..."
"No! You cast me out of heaven, you judged me and now you want to love me..."
Tears streaming down her wartorn face, holding her best friend in her arms... She looks at the angel of light, and a rebellious desire possesses her heart...
"Let's fuck."
Her laughter manic, her glare twisted in carnal lust, as she takes off her tattered clothes, to reveal her naked, dark soul... Her breasts tempting, her body arched as she patiently seduces her victim...
And he ravages her.
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