Deamon

[deaths_orchids]

The filth cast its gloom over the young wytch and beckoned her nearer. Closer she stood to this incarnation of pain, this spawn of hate. It cast its spell upon her brow, and she wept furiously at the thought her new flower. The growing of a darkened seed, the birth of a new deity.

A dark one...

Comments

[cassette_tape]

by the way, beating people up with golf clubs is one the best things ever.