The Monster’s Lover

Lilith emerged, holding her dead lover, soaked in her blood.

“She said I could be better…”

The parson fumbled reloading his gun.

She laid her down. “But I’m a monster… with monstrous ways.”

The parson was the first to die as the mob exploded into screams.


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