Razorback Ridge [m] Sweet lighthouse

death remained an elusive shadow, ever present, but teasing on rancid winds. he stalked in the distance, mouth slobbering at the anticipation of unspoiled flesh. raw and wriggling, just as he preferred.

but death had swifter plans than what beast did.

prey slipped from sight and sound to what rigid earth rest below. monstrous figure made of a vicious sneer as he pursued his lost meal.

of a creature that rarely hoped for life, devil found himself desiring the survival of ignorant adolescence. if only so that he might hear the screams of a child as he tore his innards out and painted a mural of intestines before him.