When I was a girl my mother always told me"Don't kill people". But how ironic is that, as i look at myself in the mirror holding a transport to heaven. The cold silver like home in my hands. I stared at my reflection as my associate in the next room. Her job was to lure in God's betrayal like a possum and cat food. My job was to bring the ticket to heaven,
Scarlett and I were given the mission from God to extinguish any betrayers in his land so they could go to him and he could deal with them. As I held the sword i though of my mother and her words. I felt so guilty.
I could hear some bustle in the other room, so I opened the door and made my way. She held him down as i said "Say hello to heaven for me."
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