Lucy
The fallen angel nodded cheerfully, wearing a benevolent smile as she embraced the finality of what was to happen, the beginning in the end and the end of the beginning, like a snake coiling around itself. A heartfelt pat was given to her steed's back, imbued with her sincere gratitude and love. Yes imbued with her essence, a tiny sliver of it. Yet even the smallest grains of the smallest grains would amount to more than a hundred and one of these measly souls, a finer meal would not be had anywhere that wasn't here or there.
She leapt of her beastly companion and ascended to the altar, the mass of human rabble did not concern her, no it would be beneath the actor to be worried about the audience during their grand performance, only the love for the craft could be heard or seen. Up and down, left in right and out through again, she took her destined place by a mere circumstance, sat down on the alter with her legs crossed, like those monks from a foreign land.
The gates of he'll opened, with the beat of a metaphorical drum her eyelids slid up revealing the crimson endless pits of despair, and the bells rang. A choir could be heard, angelic muses playing a dreadful requiem into the heart of their souls.
Dies iræ...
Dies illa...
Solvet sæclum...
In favilla...
Teste David cum Sibylla...