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“You are all naught but a gaggle of clucking cunts!”
Nothing, I feel nothing. Where is my hunger now, my lust for blood? Death, only death. Death has no answers.
“Even the Devil does not wish to be the Devil. So sad. It would be so much easier if you could wallow in your role. But who wants to be the harbinger of death and devastation?”
he heard Mamunappeht laughing.
He trickef him?
Why be the rabbit, it seemed to ask, when you can be the wolf?
She touched her head, and yes, sure enough, two bumps were sprouting there that she suspected would soon turn into horns. And what do you think of that? Abitha asked herself. “I think it is wonderful.”
“I’ll not kill you this day, child. That would be too easy.” And with that, Abitha set the blade to the girl’s forehead and began to saw.
a Puritan minister and the Devil praying together, praying to Jesus and Mother Earth and who knew what else, all in an effort to save her.
All the eyes, all the gods, they are all part of the same. Mother Earth, Christ, all the religious sects across the globe, the sun, the earth, the moon, the planets, the stars, man and beast, gods and devils, all of existence. All of it, one thing!
The horned demon looked at him. But it wasn’t malice, or hatred, or evil that the sheriff saw in this creature’s eyes, but sadness, an utter and profound sadness.
Then one other ghost appeared, that of Abitha’s husband, Edward. He stood just outside the circle of stones. Samson saw that his spirit was again whole, his eyes no longer hollow but bright and staring sadly at Abitha. Edward started toward Abitha, drifting heavenward with each step until he swirled away and was gone like mist in the wind.
