The night felt colder on his skin, leaving gooseflesh with its touch, as he stepped in careful line with the pavement. He made sure never to leave the streetlights, never to stare too openly into the dark.
After Father Oleander’s death, Blush felt his world shift in ways he couldn’t control and even alone, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had become a priest to celebrate the demons like his caretaker, to help succubuns and all others with their vices: to give up shame. ...
