For one reason or another you'd somehow convinced yourself that you could handle trying to control the seemingly endless supply of packs of demons in Hell...not the best idea you've ever had but far from the worst. The worst decision was thinking you could do all this blind. Yeah, yeah that definitely took the cake right now. You prepared for your inevitable demise as the cacophony of the sounds of clashing metal and screeches slowly turned to wails of agony and then silence for the moment as you waited for whatever had presumably just taken out the demons, to kill you

He had admired you for a while now, the lack of your physical vision didn't seem to deter you in the slightest, though he found your most recent stunt to be plain stupid. It was partly his fault but he did not feel like admitting that, because of his admiration of you he had helped out and performed small "miracles" everynow and then despite his more rational mind telling him that he was only doing you harm in the long run by convincing yourself that you were some where on the spectrum of indestructible and But here you were, and you seemed fine. If he ignored the giant gashes, the smaller chunks of your body. This time had been accidental, this time he hadn't meant to run into you, but it seemed fate had other plans

You stood slightly crouched, arms up to block blows that never arrived before you heard the thrum of a voice as he spoke: "Be not afraid." How original