41 parts Complete MatureCw: gore, abuse, scars, blood, underage alcohol/drug usage, foul language, ect No smut. Fluff only.
I spoke before he could hurt me again. "I know what's under the church, father." His face twisted with anger, but I kept going, tightening my grip on his wrist. "And I'm fascinated with it."
"What do you mean, boy?"
I looked him dead in the eyes.
"I want to join the Devourers of God."
(This story actually has a plot:)
None of these characters, art, ect belongs to me. All rights go to the creator of the sally face games :)