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What Hell May Come Chapter 9: Drowning the Ceremony of Innocence
CHAPTER 9Drowning the Ceremony of InnocenceOn the way out, Jon was subjected to all the nocturnal haunts exactly as what happened at Goodleburg Cemetery. With every blink, a new horror filled his sight. It was so ghastly he nearly fell through a hole in the floor. Michael needed to guide him down the treacherous stairs. He asked questions all the way about what Jon saw.As had happened at the cemetery, visions of evil clouded his senses. Up and down the structure, people from different times and fashions committed vile acts. Beatings, thefts, rapes, and murders viciously played out around him. Dark creatures with indistinct features floated all around. Dark tendrils, rippling with profane power, rubbed over the evil doers, transferring a joy of sin to the men.A spectral Brian Elder was on the bottom floor of the grain elevator, dressed in the style of the 1920s. He had pinned down one of the demonic things and was sucking power from it via a paper straw punctured into its skull.
What Hell May Come Chapter 10: Blessed are the Victorious
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What Hell May Come Chapter 11: Vaya Con Diablos
CHAPTER 11Vaya Con DiablosTijuana, Mexico—The rank scrotum sack of North America. Named after someone’s syphilitic aunt—or tía—who had been run out of Spain after her whorehouse was burnt down for allegedly holding occult rituals in the wine cellar. The woman, Juana, ran to the New World and opened a trading post, offering hospitality and cheap native pussy to leftover conquistadors and Jews escaping the Inquisition.The city would’ve ended up a cum-stained husk if, by luck, the American border hadn’t been slapped right in front of it after the annexation of Texas in 1845. Since then, it’s thrived on offering flimsy goods and illicit services to every gringo wandering into the country.None of this was on Jon’s mind as he flew into the airport attached to the region. The gravity of his actions still weighed him down, still clutched him like a tumor on his conscience. Father had been right to suggest he take this trip. For some reason, a change of scenery made all that horror seem
What Hell May Come Chapter 12: Deal With the Devil
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What Hell May Come Chapter 13: The Conqueror Worm
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What Hell May Come Chapter 14: The Devil’s Bellows
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What Hell May Come Chapter 15: Slouching Towards Bethlehem
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