by Peter J. Ponzo

Chapter 1


I saw her bathing, inviting evil dreams of lust and desire, and I knew she was the angel of death, sister of the devil, temptress and siren.

I must rid the world of this harbinger of doom, precursor of ungodliness. Her worldly body must be dismantled so that no eye can behold that iniquitous and cursed carcass.

And I did find her garbed in pink and I did destroy her.

Great Lord of the World, Breath of Life, weep not for the damned for I have cleansed the world of the devil's kin.

Terry Cleaver

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