Dreadful

by Caitlin Rozakis

He caught himself in the mirror. His entire face and throat were covered in sucker marks, as if someone had had the bright idea of crossing a succubus and a kraken and he’d had the bright idea of making out with it. Some kind of horrible love bites.

Lol

Surely he could aim for a more suave form of evil, at least? If only he had the energy. Maybe that was how he’d initially stumbled down the path of tasteless darkness. It was all one could manage when one’s dungeons were inhabited by face-eating cephalopods.

I am loving this journey of self-discovery lol