@miscreating for li manchester!
“Helloë Lílìth Mænchæster.”
It is behind her. Standing under the awning of the diner. It is smiling. Its mouth opens like a wound.
“The níæíæght spreæds once more aloft the skyæyæ ænd yoü are foünd alone beneath it.”
It tuts and the noise echos within its mouth, cavernous. Delayed and rigid at the wrist joint, it wags its finger.
“I cannot leave yoü.”
It does not blink. Its black gaze does not leave her, but if it did she would not know.











