Devil’s Advocate


‘You think it’s real, then?’ She interrupted, not really listening to his train of thought. ‘Heaven?’

‘I take it you don’t.’

‘I want to… ‘ she mumbled.

‘What’s stopping you?’

‘The devil told me not to.’

She looked down, ruby wet stains leaking across her sleeves, glinting in the moonlight, droplets pattering onto sacred ground like bloody rain.

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