BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora "Rory" Routledge is not just your average Outer Banks teen-she's John B's twin sister and the perfect partner-in-crime for summer adventures. Alongside their tight-knit group of best friends-JJ, Pope, and Kie-the R...
Called to the Devil and the Devil did come I said to the Devil, "Devil, do you like drums? Do you like cigarettes, dominoes, rum?" He said, "Only sundown, Sundays, Christmas"
Some days end when I need a few friends Now and again, I could never hope to keep them Thought to give friends what I thought that they wanted Never had they needed a good friend as I've been
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Scratch, kick, let gravity win like Fuck this, let gravity win like You could leave it all behind Even the Devil need time alone sometimes
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Third Person Perspective~
The tension in the air hung like a storm cloud ready to break, the weight of the moment pressing down on the group as if the very walls of the old church had decided to take part in their treasure hunt.
It was almost surreal how everything could change in the blink of an eye, the fine line between life and death laid bare by the creaking beams and ancient structures around them.
For Pope, though, it wasn't a hypothetical wave he was staring down. It was the cross—massive, heavy, and golden, now trembling precariously above him. The sounds of old wood and metal echoed through the church, creaks growing louder as the group realized something was very wrong. In those brief, terrifying moments, the only thing louder than the sound of the collapsing cross was the collective racing heartbeat of the Pogues.
Pope's face was a vivid mix of shock and fear, his eyes wide as if his entire life was flashing before him in fast-forward. He didn't have time to move, his body frozen as he watched the cross—towering and ancient—begin to sway like a tree in a storm.
Then, with a creak that felt like the universe holding its breath, the cross gave way.
It all happened in a flash.
Pope, shaking off the paralysis of fear, managed to roll to the side, his body hitting the floor with a solid thud. The rest of the Pogues scrambled back like startled animals, their eyes glued to the sight before them.
JJ was the first to react, reaching for Rory and pulling her out of harm's way as if his life depended on it. Carter, with his arms already moving before his brain could fully register what was happening, yanked Kie backwards, holding her tightly against him.
The sound of the cross hitting the floor was deafening, a metallic thud that reverberated through the room and into their bones.
For a second, they all stood frozen, staring at the spot where Pope had been seconds earlier.
The golden behemoth lay skewered into the ground at an angle, the sheer size of it sending shivers down their spines. If Pope hadn't moved, if they hadn't noticed, he'd be underneath it now—crushed beneath centuries of weight and history.
