𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙;
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The soft glow of melting candles lit the cramped living room in a warm, sunset orange. Wax spilled in thick rivulets down pine furniture, opaque white pools drying, adhering to the ancient floorboards underfoot. There, almighty welts peppered the wood, the pale guts spitting splinters across the foregone language savagely carved into the ground.
Leaning forward, Gabriel dragged coal-blackened fingertips across the carved sigils. With each deft stroke, the beautiful blonde whispered sordid secrets, forbidden wants and selfish needs. With each flick of his midnight-black tongue, Gabriel called to a master long unseen: a devilish beast lurking beneath the beds of children, creeping razor sharp claws around the hips of an adulterer, gleefully skipping at the edges of every human disaster. To him, the statuesque beauty called.
𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖚𝖘, 𝖊𝖌𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖇𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖚𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖚𝖒 𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖊.
𝕸𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉. 𝕸𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. 𝕸𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍. 𝕴𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘.
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉, 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙.
𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘. 𝕬𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝕴, 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑, 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘, 𝖒𝖊𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖔.
𝕬𝖛𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘.
𝕬𝖛𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘.
𝕬𝖛𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘.
With an otherworldly whisper, every lit flame in the room extinguished. Heavy darkness swallowed the devout angel, bringing with it an oppressive blackness that forced his shoulders against the floor.
Golden locks obscured his face as his forehead lay compelled uncontrollably against the wooden flooring, and the telltale sound of cloven hooves scraped behind him.
Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/e2ams449