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It's not been the best year for the Silver Order, whose job is cleaning sins all over the world (using guns, swords and scrubbers), as they are short of money and staff. Moreover, bringing Milio to Rome seems to be the one and only way to keep their jobs.
Milio, on the other hand, is freshly out of the seminary, ready to have a peaceful life in the British countryside. And a little cute garden if possible. He doesn't know that in his adventure he won't have neither peace nor a garden, and he won't last long as a priest.
However, he will get fears he didn't know he had, tales that no one would believe, nightmares to enjoy the nights and the friendship of a couple of twins, mix of demon, angel and human, who share one brain cell on the best day.
Together, they'll be on a journey full of monsters, human-eating atrocities, bureaucracy, singing demons, nightmare spiders, battle butlers and what scares adults the most: their own feelings.
This is a story about friendship, fights, monsters and humour. But also, about love, battle aftermath, grief, growing up and carrying your feelings as they were sins. Enjoy!
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Translated to English by me from the original: «El devorador de pecados».
Cover art made by me.
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Thanks so much for reading this story.
A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence.
Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell.
And by everything, I mean it.
Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years.
Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes.
I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough.
... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible.
From this abyss, I may never climb back out.