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Chapter 7 (v.1) - Chapter Seven

Submitted: August 01, 2018

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Submitted: August 01, 2018



"But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart." 

Matthew 5:28


Medio Terrarum

They just hoped, wherever she was, she knew she was loved. Born or unborn.



Amare studied the flames around her. She was walking down the familiar streets of Infernum. All the buildings and sidewalks she once knew were now thoroughly engulfed in fire. It licked at her figure, its tendrils of heat almost touching her skin; but never reaching it. Like the Red Sea parting for Moses, the flames formed a path for Amare. 

All of her strength was gone. The previous anger that had possessed her earlier was now replaced with what felt like an infinite emptiness. 

All she ever wanted was to be loved: faithfully and unconditionally. Do you know what Amare meant? It meant "beloved." She could taste her name on her tongue every time she pronounced it and heard it with deafening frustration every time it fell from someone's lips; but she had yet to feel such a thing. God claimed to have given it to her out of the love he felt from her parents. They had lost their child before she was even born, and through that tragedy they still found it a priority in their hearts to send her love in Heaven. 

Yet, Amare had never felt this so called love. The existence of her parents had not even crossed her mind until God told her this fairytale. 

She thought she had found it with Gabriel. For a moment she had it in her brain that she loved him and he loved her. Amare clenched her fists. Her fingernails dug hard into the palms of her hands. The anger was returning to fill the hole it had left. Something else accompanied it. It was a need for love. Amare scowled at such a petty thing. However, no matter how much she scrunched up her face in disgust at herself, she could not deny it. 

Suddenly, like the fire had become God and was answering the prayers inside her heart, a portal opened up in front of Amare. It was perfectly circular, its edges white with haze. She paused in front of it and peered through. What she saw confused her. 

The striking image of a teenage girl pinning her white-blonde hair into a pretty bun played out like a movie before Amare. The girl was the only thing visible, her surroundings being coated in fog. Amare was about to turn away from whatever this window was, but something about the hole in the flames mesmerized her. It whispered promises into her ears, and the voices found their way into her heart; and just like that, she stepped through. 



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