The Devil you called
The heat crawled up my spine like something waking inside me.
Then I heard him. Malik.
They think they can wash me out of you. Let’s show them who you belong to.
The shadows in the corners of the room stretched longer, darker. The gospel track twisted, voices dragging slow like syrup. Aunt Dee took one trembling step closer.
“Jesus, cover this child—”
The bottle shattered in her hand.
Glass and oil spilled across the floor. The scent of anointing filled the room—sweet, heavy, choking.
And then he was there.
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