Damned

He was going to hell. Not in a figurative life turning sour sense but in the real brimstone and sulphur, lakes of fire meaning.

He'd always known he'd end up there, but he wanted more time on Earth. There were still more schemes to implement.

The bedroom door opened and two men walked in, each in dog collars and brandishing crucifixes.

‘The power of Christ compels you,’ they chimed in unison, sending tendrils of agony lancing through him.

Tearing himself free from his host's body, Azefal leapt at the priests.