I crouched silently in a small corner of my cell. My arms, stuck in chains, clutched my legs to my body. I tried not to think of the obvious changes, my once pure body, was going through.
My hands were now pure black, a testament to the powerful changes. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew the evil was slowly crawling across my face. My lovely white feathered wings painfully fell off and new,darker, scalier version just as painfully grew in their place. The once white plumage now slightly grey from all the dirt in the cell,lay at my feet, mocking me of what I once had.
I shivered in pure fear.
I could feel the demon they put in me fighting for absolute control of my small, lithe, angelic body.
I screamed in pain as I felt the demon try to break the now very weak halo that was feebly floating above my body.
Tears now stained my dirt caked face, making small lines down it.
' God damn them all' I thought bitterly, using His name in vain for the first time.
This mental curse gave the demon more leeway in the fight.He was winning and I knew it. More tears flowed as I realized I would never see Heaven again. Hell would be the last thing I see.
As I closed my eyes for the last time, I heard maniacal laughter coming from withen my own head.
' Go to hell' I weakly thought
