Two Eyes Cenote the night does not belong to god

"no. he isn't. just you and i."

for a moment, if apollyon had been spiritual, he might have seen the starsheen of the stranger as something otherworldly, as if the very heavens of which she spoke had formed her.

as if she was not flesh and blood.

suddenly the demon wished to know if the desert priestess was indeed tangible, and in the smooth seeking way of a man who understands his own mind, he reached toward her.

slowly, gently, a serpent coiling.