Previous chapter:
Chapter Book 3 67: Middle Eight
Next chapter:
Chapter Book 3 69: Swan Song
PREVIEW
... an abattoir. As usual, Diabolist had indulged in a décor that was halfway between an overly ornate brothel and a cult’s secret altar. The walls were pure bas-relief of pale grey marble, and even as my body obeyed instructions not my own I caught glimpses of what they displayed. Hells, twenty-one layers of them forming progressively smaller circles centred around the pedestal in the centre of I tall. Braziers of blood-red flame cast flickering shadows that seemed to make the reliefs of the devils ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























