Chapter 48
He saw … a 'pothecary on a white horse
Rode by on his vocations,
And the Devil thought of his old Friend
DEATH in the Revelations.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1884
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Gehenna
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“Please … No!” Cresil's compatriot shrieked. “I’ll do anything! Tell Lucifer I’ll make a deal!!!”
“Tell it to the families of the poor bastards you just killed,” one of Lucifer’s guards hissed.
The Sata’an-human hybrids shoved them off the precipice. Cresil screeched as he fell alongside his fellow agent. With no host-body to inhabit, the gravitational pull of countless quantum singularities sucked their corrupted spirits down to the seventh layer of Gehenna.
The level inhabited by Moloch….
Cresil slammed onto the floor and scrambled to his feet. Shaped by Moloch into the semblance of a magnif
