The Reaper's Pet
I become fixated on the fact that this hand is suggestively human and wearing a ring on every finger; rings of all gothic themes, particularly a skull, scorpion, talon, jester’s cap and cat’s eye.
When the elevator doors reopen, another character steps in wearing a black ankle-length overcoat and a wide-brimmed leather hat that completely hides the face except for a long predatory beak. I instantly recognize the character from my persistent nightmare and chills race each other up and down my spine.
For a reason unknown even to my enhanced psychic abilities, this newcomer is carrying a guitar case. His identity, however, is readily clear to me. He’s the muse of heavy metal. Not Satan, contrar
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