They’re a year closer and I’m on the street like a goddamn lost dog wondering if I’ll ever find my way back home.
Now you are thinking like a thief. Fewer guns and more exits. We'll cure your cowboy ways yet. (Vidocq)
Yes, there are vampires. Try to keep up.
It means the faction found us. He looks around again. How? How the fuck do I know? Spy satellites? Facial recognition pigeons on the freeway signs? Ballerinas with Uzis? What does it matter? Just hit...
It seemed to be going well. You see, a Qliphoth can only possess an imperfect and impure body, one that’s sinned. Of course, that describes all humans except maybe for the saints. When I eat a possess...
She looks like a librarian with some money and good taste in clothes, but underneath the Versace, she's Godzilla with tits.
You’re a philosopher. No. Just drunk.
It’s a whole plot of flowers ranging from a few inches to a foot high. They have petals like roses, but in the center of each blossom is a bright white set of teeth. They snap and snarl at me when I g...
Merry-go-rounds are a shared lie of childhood. Cruelty masked as fun. Tedium cloaked as adventure. A great spinning vessel of torment getting the tykes ready for the damnation most of them will richly...
It’s more than coping. It’s adaptation. You go into the dark one species and mutate to fit your surroundings. Grow better eyes and ears. Get used to the feel of the air so you can tell when something...
We have these meetings every couple of days. We’re rebuilding Hell after it went up in flames like a flash-paper bikini when the original Lucifer, the real Lucifer, blew out of town after sticking me...
Most people are idiots. There's nothing worse than idiots who tell you their opinions.
It’s part of why I came to Los Angeles. My real work. I kill the dead.
To the dead. Let’s think of them always, but not join them too soon.
They were the understanding eyes of kindly folk who burned witches alive to save their souls.
I’m Satan. I can deal with that and play Smoke on the Water while getting a lap dance on a runaway train all at the same time.
Lucifer was his name in Perdition. In Heaven, he’s Samael.
The Magistrate has been watching this whole thing with the quiet amusement of Mike Brady watching his squabbling TV kids. Only this Mike’s kids are killers and Dad’s got a messiah complex.
Words are weapons. They blast big bloody holes in the world. And words are bricks. Say something out loud and it starts turning solid. Say it out loud enough and it becomes a wall you can’t get throug...
Like a man once said: ‘I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.’ The
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