Razing Hell — Donald Hanley

It's been two months since the Goddess recruited me to turn Susie away from the path of destruction she was on. Two months since Amaryx, the Spawn of Darkness, manipulated me into creating a soul bond with her, igniting her stunted soul and corrupting mine. Two months since Daraxandriel left me, unable to remain in a world where everyone believes she's my sister, a world she created to help me, a world where I forgot that I loved her. All I can do now is wait and hope as I help Susie become the next Guardian of the North or the West or whatever the next available compass point turns out to be, while trying to keep Amaryx from blighting my soul even more. Daraxandriel used to rhapsodize about the purity of my soul. Now I doubt she'd even recognize it as mine. At least things have been quiet in Hellburn - no rampaging demons, no rogue witches running amok, no signs of Armageddon looming on the horizon. It's kind of boring, really. I almost wish something would happen. I have all this incredible power crackling in my fingertips, ready to smite my enemies with a word and a gesture, but I don't actually have any enemies. I'm almost tempted to blast a building into rubble or rain hellfire down on everyone, if only to vent my frustrations. If nothing else, raising a little magical hell would take my mind off my broken heart.