Lucifer couldn’t remember much. Michael’s sword, cutting his heart out of his chest, then that very heart squeezed like a bloody ruby after extraction, a face being crushed into the dirt, his light faltering with every wounded pulse of the aorta. Michael, he was crying emeralds, his flaming hair curling into furious tendrils, the heatContinue reading “Pandemonium”
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The Black and White Snake
Lucifer, blond as a lion of pride, takes a drag of his cigarette in a cream starched dress shirt with a severe collar, tan slacks, and brown loafers, his hair elegantly unfurling like a newspaper filled with commas and poetry. The smoke veils his office, as he uses an old fountain pen to tally souls,Continue reading “The Black and White Snake”
Tam Lin
On a lark, I fly to the lowest levels of Pandaemonium, where the most tortured souls are stored. It is dimly lit, with long shadowed corridors, hideous salmon and blood tiled floors, balustrades soaked in grease, and a single experimental soul moving like a robot through the blackness. My speech dies in my throat, andContinue reading “Tam Lin”
Barfly and the Bitch
“This vodka is shit,” Samael says, swilling his shot glass in another of Asmodeus’ dive bars. This one has succubi draped across the men and women like jewels, breasts hanging like necklaces from their chests. I’m cozied up to the Devil on his lap – the crown of the Prince of Darkness is a bubblyContinue reading “Barfly and the Bitch”
Michael
Blood streaks his back, wings in tatters. He lies spread-eagle on the sand, at the lip of a gravelly cliff. Oh brother- you’ve turned on me. I drive my heel into his face, crushing it to the ground. He hisses, laughing madly under cracked ribs. All my fury broils over- my brother has become aContinue reading “Michael”
Unholy Communion
Sister Philadelphia lit the candles in the vestibule and inhaled the rich incense wafting from the church. The pews were empty, and darkness yawned across the altar, its maw stretching up to the crucifix where an impaled Savior grinned arcanely at his dismemberment. The flames drew out the stained glass window and outside, an earlyContinue reading “Unholy Communion”
Ghost
His tapered fingers danced across the keys, coaxing a haunting melody from the dusky piano. I lingered, tucked away into the shadowed corner of the chapel. Stained glass windows let crisp autumn air pour in. He did not see me. Not now, lost in his private reverie, giving all of himself to his music. IContinue reading “Ghost”
Silver Spoon
O Monster I Adore, O Musely Inferno, O Fairytales That Lie: It goes like this. The girl is born with a silver spoon, with gold hair and teeth like pearls, but inside she is death and moonlight magic, a graveyard his coffin fits into, and the Devil lusts after the glimmering strands of her wyrd,Continue reading “Silver Spoon”
The Pit
You stood me at the Gates of Hell and said lock me in. Demon, bipolar, sergeant of my demise, why did you do that, you cursed love of mine, O Muse Immortal? The Damned were wailing, your serpent tail coiled around me, naga of my mind, and black stigmata wept from your wrists. I wasContinue reading “The Pit”
Wicked Extraction
(I’m back asleep in the dungeon of my mind, with a corpse this time.) It’s easy enough to break a bone, but putting flesh and vein and sinew back together onto the framework of a demon is an arcane art not meant for Millennials. Maybe I fancy myself a necromancer, but I am instead aContinue reading “Wicked Extraction”
