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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.
Font of the title: Optimus Princeps (what a splendid name for a font).
Font of the author's name: URW Chancery.
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Thanks so much for reading this story.
"Kapde utar," he said coldly.
["Strip"]
Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it.
But she was too slow.
Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees.
"Muh khol."
["Open your mouth"]
She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently.
"Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other.
["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"]
She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told.
Because Trayambak wasn't a husband.
He was a monster.
And she was trapped.