52 Week Short Story Writing Challenge - #9

Background:So my writers block continues and I truly have no idea what to write,I apologize. This is just something I scraped up from the remnants ofcreativity in my mind, a short story of an evil woman with the intentof gaining power but gaining something so much more valuable.
ShortStory # - CrystalAzarialooked at the crystal in her palm, the twinkling surface and thepower it represented. She chose not to look at the mundane bodiesthat littered the ground around her, their decaying bodies rotting inthe dark alley. Fifteen of them to try and protect the crystal she'dtried so hard to obtain. She heard him before he stepped to her side,the insider who had helped her retrieve the gem."Areyou pleased now, milady?" Domnicus murmured; his breath a cloud ofwhiteness on the blackened air of evening. Even the streetlampsappeared to be choked by the darkness. Azaria trailed a pale whitehand down his arm, lacing her fingers through his. They looked likethe sun and the moon, his skin sun-bronzed whilst hers resembled thewhiteness of the moon's face."IndeedI am," she said, gazing into the crystal. Domnicus said somethingbut she couldn't hear him, a rushing noise blocking out the night.The crystal burst into a sudden bright light, blinding Domnicus andforcing him to his knees but the light was somehow caressing Azaria.In the crystal she saw the nightmares she always suffered, thechildhood she had learned to bury in the recesses of her mind.Theabuse that had led her to searching for the crystal and its power.Azariagasped as the light found the veins in her wrists and started fillingher, killing her. Her inner wounds healed and light shone through herskin, her veins pure white. All of the darkness vanished, the paintoo and she found herself lying on her back, gazing up at the sky.Her eyelids were heavy and as she shut them to the world she wasreleased from the weight she hadn't realized was there.Theangel of death had come to claim her, the crystal too much to bear.