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Challenge of the Week LXXVII
This week we're going to try something different. Very different. Sort this challenge feed by newest. Read the most recent post, then continue it. Posts will be constrained to 700 words, so nobody has to read a novella before writing their own entry. When evaluating, we'll read the posts in order, from oldest to newest. Feel free to depart from the previous author stylistically, thematically, or in whichever way you choose, though your entry should be somehow connected to the previous entry. If the previous post is nonsensical, or otherwise hopelessly salvageable, continue from the most recent post you can. (If you do elect to continue from a different post, it'd be helpful if you could indicate which post you're continuing from). We'll write the first sentence. "The dream came to an abrupt end when the hysterical ringing of the telephone split the midnight silence."

“Angel of Darkness”

For as long as it took to complete this job, as long as this invisible mark was here, she was the demon, and she would commit to any level of demonic actions to finish up this mess and get back her humanity. It was always the job, always the job. How did it ever come to this? A mistake made long ago, a simple mistake that she had never been able to completely free herself from. Anytime the demon needed her he would call, it had changed over the years. First, he would send one of his minions, then it was an image or two flashed into her memories as a message. Now it was a phone call. Evolving over the years as time passed Carlos would always find her.

From one simple mistake she was now a reaper of death on this world, a bringer of destruction. She is the darkness from which humanities nightmares are molded. She was here to grow the ranks of the demonic army waiting to rise and consume the world. She was now faced with another choice in her life. The same kind of choice that allowed her to be cursed, seduced by a lover who told her everything she wanted to hear and then stole her soul for his own. She has been alone ever since, answering the call of deaths bell when it rang.

But now, now she was not alone. She had family and friends. She had a life of her own. Could she still fulfill her duties or was this the moment she had dreamed about all her life, her chance at freedom. To be free from the demon Carlos and her unholy duties.

As she walked outside she was hit by a blast of cold air knocking her back she braced against the now closed door. Cold! It was summer… She was worried now, cold always preceded him. He was here, he had sensed her dissension to his plans. He would not be coming to see her to bargain, if he was here it was for something else. What that was Angela could only wonder, one thing she did know was that whatever the reason she would be a big part of it.