Gods Work

I remember the look on the Child’s screaming face, when I choked the last breath out of her. Child is what it wanted people to think. Those black eyes looking deep into my soul did not belong to any child. They belonged to a creature from hell. I remember when the voice of God first told me what I had to do. He took me to the house. When I got there the door was open for me. I crept up the stairs and sneaked silently passed her parent’s room. I got to the little girl’s room, she lay there sleeping, dreaming. I was not sure if I could do God’s work. I remember looking at her sweet face so cute then she started screaming an unearthly scream. Suddenly the room heated to the temperature of hell. Pictures of ponies turned into demon steeds. Her dolls looked at me with red glowing eyes and laughed at me with porcelain lips. A skipping rope turned into a snake, wrapping itself round my leg. I took the serpent rope and choked the demon breath out of her. All I remember now is this cold cell. I have to escape; God still needs me to work.