Mercy

Iba hissed and spat, plaster crumbling beneath their fingers as they clung to the ceiling, lips pulled back in a snarl. "Iba, please," Fin pleaded, "You agreed that you would come!" A truly impressive mixture of profanities were spewed out of Iba's mouth, Fin not even deigning to look hurt at the admittedly creative insults being thrown his way. ...

Many would consider Oliver a staunchly devout follower of the Church of Sulfur. He very often made time to visit, read up on scripture on his own time, and attended sermons as much as possible. However, Oliver considered himself a heretic against the church—a workaholic who knew full well that his prioritization of his job over his vices was wrong, yet did so anyway. His frequent visits to the Church of ...

A cold ambience lurked in the halls of the Church of Sulfur, clinging to the clothes of those in mourning, seeping deep under the skin. Blush swore he saw a wisp of his own breath, but his mind was elsewhere from where he sat in the chapel. The room was filled to the brim with other succubuns and cherubuns, having just listened to a collection of eulogies and now waiting to pay respects. But that didn’t catch his attention. There in front of a low stage, held carefully by the ...