Title: anything, for you
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Victoria is a simple girl with the name of God. Every dawn she got out of bed and prayed, every time she ate she prayed, every time she slept she prayed, this occurred every day. One day, she woke to the air of night, though that did not stop her. She prayed that the blinking light of the clock flashing digits of 3:00 am flashed her.
She recalls the words so slightly. 'If you wake up at 3:00 am you can see God!" her fellow friend's voice rang in her ear, and joy g in her eyes. A sharp shine of the moonlight lit her body figure "oh god! Come! Please!! " she kneeled, hoping that she could see the one she worshiped every day "god! God! Please! Come chanting, a slim voice called out "I am here my child" her face winded in shock, out of an instinct she opened her eyes, her head face down the bangs covered her eyes as her head leaned up words "no, close your eyes!" the figure commanded, her mouth gapped but she did as was told and shut her eyes tight, her eyelids quivering softly she was curious, very curious, she didn't want to defy her god but she was curious, 'it won't hurt to look?' she thought, as she peeked open one of her eyes.
an ominous figure stood in the dark half shined by the moonlight straying in from the window, it was not that bright but she could see most of the structure with a squint of her eyes.
instead of brown hair the man the people in the bible literalize, the man had a skull, the white skin that was pictured was not there. Chunks of brown hair groped the head. The white robe he wore drooped over the figure's body in a torn mess, patches of holes strew the robe. Revealing the boney body underneath, skeleton hands stook out
her body trembles in fear. This is not what she visualized her god to be like, he was the opposite of what was pictured about only resemblances were there.
She was told not to reckon, but she couldn't help it, she saw him as unnerving. She leaned in disgrace, how could she judge her god? And who was she to judge? "You saw me!" she flinched at the rash yell "you dare defy me! Now dig your eyes out!" her eyes shot open as a dreadful expression quaver on her face. "H-huh?" her voice skittered in fear, 'wasn't this to distract?' she thought, she'd only peeked!
Yes, he was scary But.."w-ahy?" mumbled under a gust, the fear of not being able to she got to her "you dare to deny?" the voice spoke in an arrogant tone, "n-no!!" quickly grabbing the candle on her bedside, the hot candle wax dripped on her thigh, the scorching pain on that one drop made her want to scream.
The candle sat below her, as her body tremble. She hesitant once she felt a tremendous pain " i-i..." breath running cold, she didn't want to do it! But she had. Her eyes closed as they quickly opened. The candle hang over her legs as more drip, sweat infused with the wax as she plunged the candle into her eyes.
Chilling screams ran through the air. Her now blind body lay on the floor scorching with hideous pain.
Her body tremble, A low chuckle barely audibly made her skin crawl, 'did she really do this for her God?' the skinless hands that she saw earlier touched her body, at the sudden movement she flinched, bones scratched the corner of her eyes as a warm cloth magically met her head, the warm cloth bandaged her head as it got damp because of blood and clear fluid that flowed out.
The pain was still there but slowing, the feeling of the wood beneath herself slowly left, her body being lifted off the ground Supposedly being carried as she had once experienced before. But. She did not feel anything touch her, it was as if she was floating but she couldn't know.
"carried" to another room as she was forcefully sat down "now stay I'll be back" the voice whispered, in a minute a thud sound beneath her feet echoed, the feeling of something hitting her bare feet and running liquid,
The sound of someone crying came to her ears.
Her body trembled, she had a feeling of what the thing below her was. An object was placed in her hands, she felt along the edges, feeling the sharp? tool in her hands as she accidentally pricked herself drawing blood from them "w-what...is this-"yes it's a knife" her god confirmed, even though she couldn't see but she felt something towering above her.
"I-i..that?" she questioned, her hand tapping the timber anxiously "yes it is" the god confirmed again, only to further petrified her fears.
"Y-you want me to.." "yes, kill them" her god commanded, the knife in her hand was meant to be a murder weapon, killing was a sin but if her god asked of it how could she say no? Denying gods wishes are also a sin, and she couldn't do that... Right?
Her hands tremble, as she felt the knife again. Dread covered her 'for my god right??' she thought before she mindlessly struck the knife down only one strike, and a sticky wet liquid flowed onto her arms, the faint screams and cries winded as they quieted down.
The person was dead.
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God fetched more and more people, and they all ended up quiet. The whole room was stained with blood, each wall distributed a rotting odor.
And she knew it cause she could smell it because the odor also came from her but she didn't care a sickening smile crawled on her face like a roach if her god wanted it. She gave it. No more hesitation she struck down as soon as the body landed
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"Victoria, you done well my dear~" the dark figure praised her for her work she couldn't help but feel proud this was the first praise her god had given "you've done so well...now I'll give you the award" the figure gripped her hand where the knife wasn't held, "but only after you do this" her brow raised at the question "stab yourself" her body froze, she couldn't believe it. But... she had to, That's her god. You have to do this for the people you worship right?.... The knife rose, 'yes' hovering above her head, this is her god. Her hand shook before a dark smile crept on her face.
The knife flew down...
A run of blood hit the floor, with a thud of a sound
And she would do ANYTHING for him
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A/N: yeah, That's it! Pretty short isn't it? 1143?? And 1123 words for this story, it's a short horror story I wanted to write! This is all original! This is also not directed toward any Christian people or meant to attack I don't know much about Christianity and just thought it'll be cool to write something about it, it was a random idea to do so please don't attack! Anyway, I don't know if this story was likable but I hope you enjoyed it!!