The house
shuddered, framework groaning from so much evil. I squelched through
slicks of dismembered bodies, trying not to see the bits rolling beneath
my boots, clawing for purchase in a vain attempt to re-form into
coherence. Not even they wanted that, but they were too dispersed to
know it.
Snaking past the half-torso of a party girl, I climbed
the stairs. The priest wouldn’t roll in the muck with his handiwork.
Neither would he keep his weakness close. I knew I’d found the right
spot when the unhinging dog left his place astride two lovers, jaws
opening in pieces.
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