Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
Yes, most surely the devil himself, though he looked like Corrompero and smelled like Corrompero and sounded like Corrompero.
“I tasted your shattered innocence, your vile needs and desires,” is what the devil said next.
His round face reddened with firelight, he moved closer. “On his fingers I tasted your fall from grace and the end of all your dreams.”
Corrompero pulled close, the remembered feel of his hand resting against the small of her back forcing her near causing her to grit her teeth, the blue veins crisscrossing her hand bulging as she gripped the cold metal.
A rain began to fall, the drops pitter-pattering against the plastic covering her head and wetting the church steps at her
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