Wicked Prayer
“She stared through her bedroom window at a gothic city of the dead. Erik Hearse’s mansion was located on a remote stretch of jagged California coastline, a world away from Lilith’s native Rome. It was a place of marble and bronze statuary that had endured the ravages of time, a place of Monterey pine and gnarled cypress trees twisted by nature’s cruel hand. A place of spiked wrought iron, and granite-faced angels, and sadness made eternal by a sculptor’s chisel.
Lilith did not live in a crypt, of course, though sometimes she imagined that she would feel most at home in one. But Hearse’s mansion was the next best thing—it teetered on a rocky cliff at the edge of a cemetery, a dark house of stone and brick and wallpaper the color of old blood.
Erik Hearse had bought the house two years ago, after The Blasphemers capped their major-league comeback with a pay-per- view Halloween concert. He’d purchased the cemetery in the wake of his renewed success, buying it lock, stock, and col...umbarium from a consortium of local businessman who found themselves in desperate financial straits.MoreLess
Lilith did not live in a crypt, of course, though sometimes she imagined that she would feel most at home in one. But Hearse’s mansion was the next best thing—it teetered on a rocky cliff at the edge of a cemetery, a dark house of stone and brick and wallpaper the color of old blood.
Erik Hearse had bought the house two years ago, after The Blasphemers capped their major-league comeback with a pay-per- view Halloween concert. He’d purchased the cemetery in the wake of his renewed success, buying it lock, stock, and col...umbarium from a consortium of local businessman who found themselves in desperate financial straits.MoreLess
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