Angela

Flowing golden hair, a body tracing graceful curves, a beauty that lingers in the air like a fragrance. Those who had been momentarily bewitched by her angelic appearance all spoke in unison. Angela Bilton was a demon that had crawled out of hell. Perhaps that resentment had piled up so high it reached the heavens. “I’ll plant a beautiful flower garden in your desolate heart. If you want to live, if you don’t want to die… sprout, bloom, and bear fruit.” Ever since she heard those ominous words in a nightmare, Angela felt excruciating pain in her heart every time she committed an act of evil. And yet, habits ingrained over long years were not so easily broken. There was only one person...