Damn, St. Abigail was ugly!
Silas had to turn away with a grimace. The transmogrification was almost too good. Her beautiful skin had been transformed into a leathery, wrinkled shell of what it had been. Lines deep with age covered her face and long, stringy hair, most of which had fallen out, leaving pink splotches on her scalp. Most of her teeth were gone too, the few remaining stained almost black. She looked like a hag, and having quite a few of them in Hell, Silas knew what a true hag looked like.
“Well you don’t look like you’ll be doing the cover of GQ anytime soon, you know,” St. Abigail said.
Silas flipped down the mirror in the back of the limo and checked himself out. He was still big, he would have had a hard time getting the magic to hide that fact, but a huge scar ra
