The pollution of dark magic that she had felt before had been a pale imitation of what Annabelle was now connected to. This was the source, the origin of corruption. This was sin itself. It flowed into her without resisting. Annabelle had assumed that Pride would fight. She had prepared herself to face the onslaught of the sin's power. Yet again she had underestimated Pride. The idea that Pride would let itself be drained by a mere human had never occurred to her. How could it have?
"What's wrong?" Abigail asked. "What did you do?"
The essence of Pride coiled around her being like a snake. The souls within Annabelle rose against it but were easily consumed by the behemoth that Pride truly was. As Annabelle looked upon its monstrous true form she wondered how a human vessel could contain
