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Some ineffable piece of me had gone, rewritten by her touch, and what had been stolen was patched by a piece of her, some bit of her heart I had unknowingly taken with me.
“This world was not made for lovers such as us. But do not fear; instead, we shall build our own.”
If she were a monster out to ruin me, would she not have done it long ago?
Churches taught of devils come to tempt mortals down to their fiery domain, yet though I knew the sin, my weakness, my wickedness, I could never see Carmilla as some creature of darkness. I ought to be afraid, to know I had given my body to some monstrosity from below. Hell spoke of demons, but Carmilla had spoken only of love.
“I do not know if I believe in God,” Carmilla said. “Because it means he created a creature like me, only to condemn me to Hell from the start.”
“Then let the fire that burns these pages seal our future in flame.”
What would it mean, to follow her to Hell?
Even now, I heard her whisper my name, a prayer for me alone. Carmilla had not believed in God.
“But to save her requires sacrifice. Love is sacrifice, Laura. No sacrifice without blood.”
“Love requires sacrifice. Would you burn upon the pyre for her?”
And I asked myself, looking not to the Lord nor to man but only to myself, if that were truly what I wanted. I saw it erupt into flame, burning away at the seams. I leapt into the inferno.
I clung to her, my salvation and my ruin.
