Then she spots it, the red glow in the cassette recorder at the foot of her bed, a light that didn't exist in real life. She'd bought the machine to help her rest. The only way she could sleep at night was by drifting off to the sound of another's voice, the comforting tone of the meditation tape reminding her that she wasn't alone.
Four, sharp, blackened claws appear above the top of the cassette enclosure, pushing it open. A tiny, horned, blood red form emerges, its long tail twitching. She'd been expecting this visitor for some time but she hadn't expected the Devil to be so small. Maybe his size was a reflection her sins? She didn't know, all she knew was that this would be the last visit. Watching the creature through half closed lids she suppresses the urge to laugh, as her devilish companion withdraws a wooden spear from the cassette deck with three sharp prongs on the end. Sometimes she despairs at the predictability of the unexpected. Only He would send the Devil armed with a Trident.
She unconsciously rubs the two nubs of hard skin on her chest just above her heart as she waits for the creature to make its next move. The Devil's tiny hooves barely leave an indentation as he clambers up the length of her quilt covered limbs, until he arrives, legs akimbo, on her chest, his arrogant little face burning with rage.
Looking down at her miniature tormentor from a protective cloud of pillows, she is reminded of Him again, the man she had once loved. She used to wonder what she had done to deserve such loathing, why nothing she did or said was good enough. It had almost taken her too long to accept that there was nothing she could do to make Him love her, that something beyond her had poisoned His mind.
The fiery Devil on her chest mutters familiar curses as he tries to pierce the scars above her heart with the spear. He stabs again and again, just as He had with the meat fork, but to no avail. The harder he tries the whiter her scars glow, until they shimmer with a purity that pierces and the creature is forced to turn away in an impotent fury. The little Devil starts to burn from the inside out, his expression tortured, as his red skin peels back to reveal the dark, empty, shell beneath. It saddened her to see such potential die, just as it had before, but she was impervious now, didn't He know that? Nothing would ever hurt her again. Not even the horrors of the past that haunted her dreams.