A demon pulls and scratches at my skin until the light from my soul pierces through the ripped muscle and sinews in my chest.
God reaches in, wraps both hands around the illuminated sphere and the fire that burns my heart from the inside melts into a polished, luminescent orb.
My soul is purified and restored within my empty cavity. He carefully pulls and stitches each layer of dermis until I am wholly reconstructed.
With gentle hands, he irons down my wrinkles, softly embracing me and vows to never let me go.