The steeple glowed under the evening light.
Sean was awaiting his son, who was in the restroom, presumably. Today's service went well, Sean thought. Life had been easy for him and his son.
Though, when he entered the hallway behind the stage, he found his son at a stand-still. His eyes were filled with terror, the kind of terror when one sees hell.
"Get it off," he whispered. "Get it off of me."
James began to grip at his cassock. Sean jumped forward to remove it.
What he saw was like nothing he had before.
The skin on his back was warping from some pressure underneath, as if snakes were trapped inside. The forms were black and seemed to stretch his muscle.
It was hellish. It was obscene. No doctor could help James, as far as he was concerned.
But most importantly, it was the first time Sean doubted the hands of God.
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FanfictionDecember is lost. Half of her body is now limited use, burned and scarred from a memory long lost. She is taken by two strange people, both murderers, and both determined to hide her from something. Until she meets a girl from the church down the ro...
