From "Hannah and the Dark One" (a very old story) - one of the many stages of Sin.

"We practice the dark arts here," said the thing with many teeth. A gnarled finger prodded at her exposed throat and she felt her flesh give. She wanted those sensations to be cold and distant, but they were unrelenting - the tearing of paper or the collapsing of a door. Darkness bloomed beneath each tap and she could hear its nail scritch against her skin. "We practice the dark arts here," it said again and settled upon her chest, "and it's all... because of YOU."

The pounding of her heart within her ears became the pounding of padded feet against the cracked landscape. Beyond a flash of teeth, she caught the glow of Sin's eyes. In the next moment, the gremlin was no more. Whatever protest it thought to air was cut short between mighty jaws. She heard its body thump a few hundred feet above her head. The dark drip of blood dangling from Sin's fang told her the thing must be dead. Then Hannah brushed Sin aside and peered down into her eyes.

"It's alright now," the little girl said as she took hold of Lucky's hand and helped her up. "It's gone. Don't worry; Sin will always watch over us."

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This was an audition piece I did a little while ago. Thanks for looking.