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”Let there be light.. If God said those words today, would you allow it?”
An overbite plucked at a full bottom lip. Silence.
“No, Bruno. You can stay there all you want, but there’s no place for me in your world. Not anymore.”
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When change happens slowly, a tweak here, a turn there, it’s hard to recognize before it's fully realized. Prosciutto’s descent into the dark wasn’t plummeting off the edge into the abyss, but rather a set of slow, deliberate steps down a spiral staircase.
Inky lips soaked into the paper of his bones.
Black spots on a field of pink hair spread rot into everything he owned.
Obsidian nails chipped away at his carefully applied façade.
No, I won’t let him change me! I won’t let him change me! A screamed mantra over the quiet fact that he already changed him. It happened in bloody embraces in a shadowed room. The caress of claws through loosened buns. Burning kisses on frosted skin, one after another, after another, after another, after another- consuming, devouring. Dragging coal-colored wool over his eyes.
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“You’re blind, Prosciutto. He’s going to end up killing you.”
“Better him than anyone else.”
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A few months ago, Prosciutto could not believe those words would ever come out of his mouth. But now, considering the alternative? Impossible. How dare he let someone change him? They could never understand what it's like to be possessed by him. Owned by the dark barely clinging to a human skin.
Diavolo was inevitable.
And that was one fact that would never, ever change.