The battle was not mine, but rather the Spirit of the Most High, "Ruach, enable me to complete the Father's will for my life!" I said, bringing the sword up to my lips to kiss it.
With an insane howl fire was hurled upon me, but the shield held it back even as I lunged forward to the attack. Where the finest of sword steels would've melted in contact with the heated flesh of my opponent, my sword of Ruach cleaved through with impunity.
My opponent was immortal, but fully capable of experiencing pain. While I, who was but human, excelled to my Shamayim appointed mission, which was to buy time. How much time I did not know, but I would give my all in the pursuit of it.
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Ayaya shrieked in the sorrow of her spirit even as torment was upon her from every side. The past and all that she'd done rose up as a choking hold about her throat, as if it were a replacement of the last moments of her life before death. She pitched forward to the ground under the weight of her past misdeeds.
The ground beneath her writhed as a solid mass of worms, even as snake heads flicked around her as if in parade to repeatedly bite her and infect her with the stinging quality of their venom, which she felt over and over in perpetual agony. This was Sheol.
Softly she cried out in forlorn agony the Name above all names. The Name she had rejected so many years before.
"I'm here."
In disbelief Ayaya raised her head, only to be blinded by a light too bright to be gazed upon. Every recrimination of the past truly began to choke her then, but she knew that the source of the light, though blinding, was the source of all life.
She knew she was dead. She knew she deserved the torments of this place. She knew all that and that it was pointless to beg for a cessation of all that she had brought upon herself, but she wanted to make one thing right while the Light remained.
Reaching out, as if weighed down by a thousand tons, she grasped hold of Kuri's foot. "I'm sorry!" she managed to croak out against the weight upon her.
It was over now. She lay with her face pressed to the cursed ground even as the worms consumed her, while fire burned her every memory.
The torment went on and on and she knew that forever it would, but she had at least some measure of peace now. Peace or not she sobbed brokenly as all that she had lost out on by her choices made in life rose to haunt her worse than any torment Sheol had to offer.