Witch Hunt

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It was on the north side. The north side of Helltown was where the incubi were, so I didn’t go to the north side. Especially not if there were things expecting to see me there.
Should have been a no-brainer, right?
But common sense and desperation didn’t play nicely, and I didn’t have a lot of other options.
I drew my Desert Eagle before approaching the so-called temple.
It was one of the shittier buildings in Helltown. The temple looked like it occupied a former gas station, judging by the row of vintage gas pumps in front of it. You could still almost make out the graceful lines of the fifties-style decorations on the outside of the building, but they had rotted with age. The roof sagged in the middle. The sun had bleached the colors out of everything. The windows had been punched out.
Smoke spiraled out of the windows, fogging the area in front of the door. Smelled like a brushfire. I sneezed.
A steel sign had been hung over the door. It read: “Vedae som Matis Duvak.” I didn’t unde
...rstand vo-ani, the demon language, but I was going to assume that meant “ugly-ass gas station.”MoreLess
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