Chapter 7

She knew it was the end. The end of her short life.

Diana knew she had died. Or maybe she didn't. But the shadow of the gloaming forest and the howls of the wild, unknown beasts screeched from the distance were enough for the fragile-hearted to turn back to its trails and never come back. But she let her hands caress the forest bushes as she passed, feeling their gracious spirits calm her own. What the hell was she doing in here? Was this hell? Heaven?

She frowned even though the darkness was everywhere, but she knew not to be intimidated by the darkness and its powerful forces. However, some primitive tensions lurked in her psyche, and finally, she opened up her other senses to the noise, to the scent, and headed to her every intuition, to her instinct, and to her fate.

Nothing, she saw nothing but darkness.

Oh, my bloody fuck! Why the hell am I here anyway?

I'm dead, right? Jezz, is this hell? Why is it so cold in here?

Hell was supposed to be very hot