Persephone
She Who Destroys
Florence paced back and forth, the sound of her footsteps echoing within the confines of the dilapidated church. It had, at one point, been a worthy place of worship, with services attended by some of the less fortunate residents of the Inner Ring, but now it was nothing more than another ramshackle building for squatters and vagrants to use as shelter, Florence among them. In the days that followed the failed rescue of Ezekiel, she had kept a low profile, eagerly awaiting Eve’s call. After a week had passed without any contact, she began to go out into the streets of the colony, attempting to spread her doctrine to any willing to listen. When that led nowhere, perhaps in part due to her appearance and zeal, she recalled that Ozymandias had seemed well-versed in religious matters, at least when compared to the rest of the heathens and sinners of the colony.
Having made inquiries into the whereabouts of the man, Florence had left a simple message for the King of Kings, inviting him to visit her humble refuge. It had been some time since they’d last seen each other, but they were finally going to have that long-awaited theological discussion. Perhaps he would come away with a greater understanding of the true nature of God, courtesy of Florence’s experiences with the Holy Mother. For now though, all she could do was wait for his arrival, pacing back and forth among the ruined pews as she did so.