Two Eyes Cenote [m] Adder

Flavor roll for sanity: 1 critical failure

The devil sat with its back pressed to the porous stone, once cool but now warming beneath the feverish touch of its body. How long had it been sitting there? Time seemed meaningless, a blur. Fuzzy brain, fuzzy legs, breath that echoed in muddied ears.

Its eyes, unfocused and glazed, stared at the wall ahead, yet within them, a scene replayed incessantly like a scratched record.

A disappearance. A dinner. A gift.

Many nights in the dark.
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A sound pierced through the relentless drone. When had she gotten there? The head lolled to the side, eyes sluggishly searching until they found the porthole through which the voice traveled.

The devil did not reply.