by Sasha Pruett
Chapter Thirty Five
When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out. Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself; and they enter in, and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.
Luke 11:24 & 26
The rain fell heavily all around Michael, turning to steam as it touched his skin. All he could see was rain and fog. That’s when it happened. The attack came suddenly from behind, slashing his back and sending him to his knees. The second slash severed his spinal cord, a welcome escape from the searing pain that wracked his body. Michael lay, slumped, in the mud and leaves while the beast lowered its head to meet his, face to face. Its rancid, decaying, breath bringing up his last meal as it spoke.
“Next YOU!”