Jul 16
@completemesses ;;
She was a brick house of a woman, wobbling on her feet, looking to all the world like someone who'd had too much to drink. It wasn't obvious on first glance, but if someone looked too long, they'd notice a subtle, unnatural glow about her eyes as she squeezed them shut and open again, trying to will away the vertigo. It was too cold up here, and too quiet. Where were the screams of the damned? The wicked laughter of devils?
Nan. Her name was Nan. She groaned, stumbling forward, following the scent of a nearby devil. "Hey..." The woman before her was tiny, with an angelic face but a wicked aura looming over her shoulders. A devil if Nan ever saw one. "Hey, d'you know where we are? What's this place?"