Sweet like liquor. Sweet like heroin. She’s an addict’s kind of bitter taste – my own personal hit of dope.
You are mine, body and soul.
Wrapped beneath the shadow of Lucifer’s fallen wings, it’s even easy to squeeze the trigger, snuffing out one more monster’s life. But there are plenty more awaiting their turn, and with hell at my back... They only need to be patient.
It’s as if the world continues: a boring-ass play, minus one key actor. He disguises his role in my new life, but his interference is painfully clear.