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  It was finally over. The Goddess...dead. Heather huffed and puffed as she saw the disturbing form fall apart. However, the world was still so horrifying and disgusting, but she knew she had some type of enlightened power. A feeling in her gut told her that she shouldn't be afraid. After all...she was meant to be the mother of 'God'.

  "Thank God...it is finally over..." Heather chuckled slightly at her own statement.

  She struggled for a moment when crawling up the hole she had descended, but did so in a matter of a few minutes. She kept her head held high as she began her exit from the altar room,but stumbled over something. She aimed her gun directly down and then she saw him....Vincent.

  "You didn't deserve what happened to you...sure you were a little weird,but-" Heather found herself tearing up slightly. Then her voice cracked as she spoke. "You tried to help people, didn't you? You...it is kinda funny...after all you look kinda hot...sort of a waste" A blush formed on her freckled face at her last statement and then she felt a little stupid for blushing while talking to a dead man. "Well...what the hell. Sure won't be the worse thing that I've done today...or the weirdest." She leaned down...and kissed him gently. Just a soft brush of the lips.

  Then she felt it. His hands creeped onto her sides and his lips kissed back gently. She didn't pull away, though, but indulged in the sweet and odd taste of the iron blood that had dripped from his lips. Her hands wrapped tightly in his dark and dirty brown hair, not letting go except for a quick breath. She needed someone to hold...to care...to love.

  When their intense moment of pure pleasure subsided, Heather posed the question they both had.

  "How are you still...alive?" Heather's hazel eyes widened in confusion. The strange man chuckled and finally responded.

  "Well you are a type of Goddess-"

  "Don't call me that...just call me Cheryl..."

  "Alright...Cheryl." He said while emphasizing her true name.

  As she helped Vincent up, the world around them began to turn normal again. The fleshy and violent nightmare dispersed, leaving Cheryl and Vincent a second chance at life. Now all that was left was to find get Douglas...boy would this be hard to explain.

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  It was finally over. The Goddess...dead. Heather huffed and puffed as she saw the disturbing form fall apart. However, the world was still so horrifying and disgusting, but she knew she had some type of enlightened power. A feeling in her gut told her that she shouldn't be afraid. After all...she was meant to be the mother of 'God'.

  "Thank God...it is finally over..." Heather chuckled slightly at her own statement.

  She struggled for a moment when crawling up the hole she had descended, but did so in a matter of a few minutes. She kept her head held high as she began her exit from the altar room,but stumbled over something. She aimed her gun directly down and then she saw him....Vincent.

  "You didn't deserve what happened to you...sure you were a little weird,but-" Heather found herself tearing up slightly. Then her voice cracked as she spoke. "You tried to help people, didn't you? You...it is kinda funny...after all you look kinda hot...sort of a waste" A blush formed on her freckled face at her last statement and then she felt a little stupid for blushing while talking to a dead man. "Well...what the hell. Sure won't be the worse thing that I've done today...or the weirdest." She leaned down...and kissed him gently. Just a soft brush of the lips.

  Then she felt it. His hands creeped onto her sides and his lips kissed back gently. She didn't pull away, though, but indulged in the sweet and odd taste of the iron blood that had dripped from his lips. Her hands wrapped tightly in his dark and dirty brown hair, not letting go except for a quick breath. She needed someone to hold...to care...to love.

  When their intense moment of pure pleasure subsided, Heather posed the question they both had.

  "How are you still...alive?" Heather's hazel eyes widened in confusion. The strange man chuckled and finally responded.

  "Well you are a type of Goddess-"

  "Don't call me that...just call me Cheryl..."

  "Alright...Cheryl." He said while emphasizing her true name.

  As she helped Vincent up, the world around them began to turn normal again. The fleshy and violent nightmare dispersed, leaving Cheryl and Vincent a second chance at life. Now all that was left was to find get Douglas...boy would this be hard to explain.