The darkness covered me like a velvet cape, hiding me from the outside world. I stared out over the bleak and dark landscape, the park stretched out in front of me like an endless dull purplish sea. The only other sight was the path that ran across the park from one side to the other. It was a concrete path with a lamppost positioned every five metres or so along it. This created circles of pure white light which looked peaceful on the smooth concrete surface only ruffled by the puddles of water left over from the rain that had fallen earlier that afternoon. As I crouched there in those dank wet bushes like an imprisoned animal I felt the wind brush past me. It was nothing more than a small gust but it spoke to me. It egged me on, pushed me forward to complete my mission and face my destiny. As it rustled in the leaves around me I heard his voice in my head as I had heard it so many times before, “do it” it whispered. The voice was sweet music to my ears, I remember every syllable, every change of tone. That voice had been my saviour, I was lost, leading a life destined to lead to nothing until he came, since then his bidding has become my life, he has given me my purpose. I felt the cold dew drops fall off the leaves around me onto my clothing. I stared out once more into the darkness, it was almost time. I could feel it, all the months of waiting, the planning, the preparation had come down to this. I had wanted so many times to just do it, there were so many times she had been alone and I could have slit her throat without a thought, but I dare not. I knew that he was testing me, I knew that to do his bidding I must be able to control my longing. Now that wait is over.

My attention was caught instantly and I looked up. There she was, walking out from amongst the trees into the lamp light like some cursed demon from hell. She smiled to herself as her trainers hit the path making a slight squeak which tore at the very fabric of my soul. I watched her laugh, I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. What right did she have to laugh? This cursed witch was responsible for it all, getting rid of her would prove my loyalty, once and for all. I could feel his presence and I knew that this was it, this was where my test came, this was where he would fulfil his promise and I would join him by his side. Silently, like a dying breath I rose out of the bushes and began to walk behind her along the grass so I didn’t make any noise. Like the angel of death I followed her making no quick or loud movements, I could feel the wind at my back pushing me, encouraging me. “On…on…” he whispered desperately. At this I quickened my pace, she was less than a yard away from me, I could practically feel her slender delicate throat in the palm of my hand, her blood on my skin. I was so close to slitting that bitch’s throat. I felt it, for the first time since I had been charged with this mission I felt it. Righteous, justified, eager even. Those feelings he had talked about, he’d needed me to do this for him and there was no way I was going to back out now. I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled out the knife, I felt the power in it come coursing through my veins and I knew he was with me.

          Like a panther I leapt for her, my arm caught her around the throat. I felt her body instantly start to struggle. I knew this demon was not going to go easily, I gripped her throat hard. Her hair flew wildly as she attempted to get at me but I was not afraid. No one would come to save her, no one cared for her. Mine had been a life of servitude, worshipping him and completing his works of arts that he needed. Her life, it was a shame to call it a life. She cared for nothing and no one but herself, her life had been a waste, she had forced her way into this world and now I was forcing her out of it. I tightened my grip as my hand covered her mouth. I felt her lips go to bite at my fingers. That was how she worked, I remember him telling me the story so many times. Her bites, no matter how small would infect even the most righteous, her poison would slowly work around their body until there was no morality left in that person. She had been against him from the start, he’d told me so himself. There was no way I was letting her evil infect the world any longer. With one last hard burst of pressure her struggles finally stopped, her body went limp in my arms and I knew she had gone, gone back to the depths of hell where she belonged.

Silently and reverently I lay her pale limp figure on the floor in the light. I knew that while she and I were in the light he could see I had done what I was set out to do. Her life had been one hidden comfortably in her place of inscrutable power, hiding among the human race far from judgement, her life shrouded in secrecy even from her own family, but not from him. He had known what she was about from the beginning and until now she had been his only concern, but now I, and I alone had rid the world of this evil. I looked down into her cold dead eyes and with a feeling of omnipotence raised the knife only to slice it across her throat. Her blood flooded from her, out into the light across the path and into the ground. I rose to my feet replacing the knife in my pocket. Now his beautiful earth could destroy her intoxicating blood and her body would wander the plains between out world and the next forever.

Turning from her mangled corpse I looked up into the light above me. I could feel his presence, I could feel him smiling down on me. I knew then, that I was no longer a mere human, I was no longer his creation, his child. I was part of him, I would join him by his side as his equal. I was no longer bound by the rule of man’s law. I was above the law. No man amongst you is fit to judge the mighty art that I have created. The maker of the heavens and earth speaks to me. He is the balance, where my deeds are weighed and judged. Not you.