"Come along kids," Icarus' mother sighed, "It's time to go meet your father at the church." At her beckoning, Tom, Everett and Lucy scrambled to race out into the street. The church was only a block away from their grass district home. Icarus was left alone in the house to follow along behind.
Except, he wasn't really alone, was he.
Covering his damaged necklace with a layer of scarves, Icarus stepped out to join the exodus flooding towards the church. But before he could step one foot inside the building, he got a scolding from Nuri. "What are you doing?" The demon boy hissed. "Going to church." Icarus thought back. Nuri growled. "I can't stand that place! Go find somewhere to hide and wait it out!"
For the next two hours, Icarus sat in a tree behind the church, his sketchbook open on his knees. "What's that one?" Nuri asked, sounding innocent enough. "It's my little sister, Lucy." Icarus replied, tracing in a dimple.
"Looks like crap. Wanna get your eyes checked?"
Icarus nearly snapped his charcoal pencil in half. "I'd really like to see you do better."
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Devil's Paint; A Fairytale
ParanormaleImagine a world, where our distant future is the present. In this place, where the modern era has been forgotten, where the behemoths of civilization crumble, is a utopia. There humans there worship among the glorious, wild ruins of our world. They...
