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The Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian. Sort of.
The Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian. Sort of.
Lucifestus the devil reached out a crimson finger. He gave one of the arrows a flick at the fletch end making it boi-oi-oing like a cartoon. The aspiring saint, Sebastian, yipped like a startled Chihuahua. Azrael the angel said, “Knock it off Lucifestus. Don’t be a dick.” The devil shrugged his massive shoulders, “I tried to tell him.” The two other-worldly beings were each more fearsome than the…
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Roll 'Em
Roll ‘Em
I’d had had one more than I should. Maybe two. Or three. I knew that. I mean, I wasn’t so far gone that I didn’t know that. Now, Chloe sat a new round in front of me at the bar. Maker’s Mark, two pieces of ice. That’s my usual. Not on the rocks. If you say, “on the rocks” you get a glass full of ice with a bit of watered-down bourbon. Might was well pour that shit into some Diet-RC Cola. That’s…
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Data-Driven Soul Collecting, or Lucifestus Wrecks the Reckoning
Data-Driven Soul Collecting, or Lucifestus Wrecks the Reckoning
Lucifestus stood with his arms crossed over his crimson barrel of a chest, a look of utter disdain on his face. From the front of the chamber came the countdown, “Three. Two. ONE!” Then a shout from 28 or-so of the forty-two Devils in attendance at The Reckoning,“Trustfall!” It wasn’t the most enthusiastic group shout, but enthusiastic enough that it masked Lucifestus’ own shout of, “Bullshit!”…
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The Devil's Own Podcast: Episode 1 Lucifestus
The Devil’s Own Podcast: Episode 1 Lucifestus
Whiskey Says: Everybody and their drunken uncle has a podcast these days. Here at The Devil’s Own Piss, we decided that to remain competitive in the world of interwebs-based entertainment, we needed to start a TDOP-branded podcast of our own. The idea would be that I, Whiskey Leavins, could interview characters who have appeared in our stories. We’ll post transcripts of the highlights here on the…
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Lucifestus Begs a Ride
Lucifestus Begs a Ride
Lucifestus wasn’t hurting. Not bad. Not quite. Not yet. But he was walking gingerly as he approached the house. Ranch style, with a decent lawn considering its location. With stone facing and white porch columns, it resembled any upper-middle-class home in, say, Sacramento. Except for the severed heads. Where a picket fence might be, regularly spaced stakes were topped with human – well, mostly…
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