text: "Kneel," you say, as Rose kneels.
  
  
  You stand over Rose, opening your bible and beginning to read.
  
  
  "In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints," you begin to read, as Rose begins to wince in pain. "And powerful in the holy authority of our lives, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil. God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him."
  
  
  You begin pouring the holy water over Rose, who begins to scream. You grit your teeth, and continue the ritual.
  
  
  "As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, 
  
  so the wicked perish at the presence of God," you say.
  
  
  Suddenly, Rose screams as she sets alight. She howls desperately in pain as the fire quickly burns through her dress, the very dress you stole for her. She screams horribly as she writhes in pain, and before you can act, her flesh and bone have burnt to ash. You drop to your knees over the ash, staring at it in shock. 
  
  
  God has failed. He has failed to save your love. He took her from you. You stare at the ash, your hands shifting through it. Rose is gone. Your tears fall into the ash as you cry.
  
  
  After an hour of crying, you final stand. Your bible and crucifix lie next to you. You stare at them, wondering if God is truly with you.
  > You reject him
  You grab steel and flint, and set the bible alight. You hold the crucifix into the flames, as that sets alight too. The flames burnt brightly in your hands, licking your hands and arm. It hurts, but you grit your teeth. If God is up there, you best get used to the burning sensation. Once the bible and crucifix are ash, you stand. You're done here.
  > You continue
  Burning Passion
  
  
  You walk through the woods, looking up at the starless night. Your burns still hurt, but you no longer care. You stare up at the sky, and know that God's either not there, or not worth your love. Who is he to claim you're a sinner with all the genocide and torture he's done? No. You're all sinners. No longer bond by silly superstitions and rules, life is yours.