Bottle of Sin

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How long had it been? Husk stared at his reflection. Not that there was much to look at. He was just another sinner demon who had been damned for his life choices. As if he cared anymore. If life was unfair, then the afterlife was a fucking bitch. Husk growled and turned away. He had work to do. As he got dressed for the day, something caught his eye. It was an old poster. When a mortal died and was sent to Hell, sometimes they were allowed to bring one thing from the living world with them. As if that made eternal damnation any better. What a joke. Husk had grabbed the first thing he saw in the five minutes he had been given to decide. Honestly, he had forgotten about the poster hanging on the back wall of his closet. He fell silent. Then he gritted his teeth and slammed the door on his way out. The mood for today had already been etched in glass bottles lined up for patients and guests. Husk wasn't having it. Not today.

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