The First Step

The first in a series of short "Scenes" I'll be writing.

Watching the doors groan open, moaning in protest, I silently held Iris in her gleaming crystal sheath. The blade, carved from pure crystal, shimmered and shone inside her cage, wanting to show the world what she could do.

“Just a little bit longer, baby…”

In response, she vibrated as if purring. I stroked down her sheath, entering the room, the only sounds being the steps that trailed behind me. Hand ready on the hilt, I faced the overconfident grin of my enemy with a defiant monotone gaze.

“Welcome, dear… To Hell.”