I Owe Him That Much
The tower now belonged to angel dust and his husband, with the monolith built up over the past month or so, a humming hive of robust activity with imps, newly hired sinners, and guard hounds all crowding the place. not her style. impressive though.
The Heat
He was vaguely aware of heat, as a boogeyman drug that existed somewhere in the shadowed corners of society, similar to the reefers and the angel dusts of old, no more than that.
The Club of Wolves (working title) ch1-2
As always, comments are my anti-drug, and i don't wanna go back on the angel dust again, so tell me things... please. ch1: job interviews job interviews are never fun.
The Cradle Of Utalga (part 2 - redemption)
angel dust blues, indeed. max screams at his parent, screams at the top of his lungs. why do you motherfuckers argue so much?! please be quiet and stop!