Child of the Night

The air grows decidedly heated. All powerful are the ascendeds? Children of gods are the ascended? Haughty bunch of walking and talking abominations is more like it. Sunlight sparkles through as if a giant window has been opened. It moves forward like a wall before Wessex, threatening to encompass her if she doesn't scuttle her Frankenstein's-monster-ass right the fuck out of this holy place. How dare you come here. a voice condemns from the wall of light. After what you have done? Your kind deserve nothing.