His waves of pure, undiluted love could heal any wound. She stopped shaking as the mental and physical torture she’d endured faded away. She felt God kiss her hair, but she refused to open her eyes, not wanting to see what was making the horrible noises in Hell. Her hair came loose and tumbled around her shoulders again. The void. She knew they were now traversing the space she’d fallen through to get to Hell, and that the Devil had just been through in his quest to enter the world. He’d no doubt fought a raging battle, but God would jump, dodge, and send out beams of power to protect her, as well as Himself. She loved it like this. He made all the right decisions, and she was safe. Safe in Hell with God. Soon God’s love was so warm it felt like sunlight on her face. She realized they were at the surface when God chuckled softly. “My daughter, my sweet seraph, you must wake. I can’t carry you forever.”
