Description
He was cursed, attracted to the virtuous soul of a mere mortal that unknowingly walked the sacred grounds of Chesterfield. I came to believe that I was his lost soul, amongst the crowd I was the purest of them all, subjected to an eternity of damnation by his side. But, deep down, in the recesses of my mind, there was a faint whisper repeating the same maddening chant. Liar. It was then as I stared into the bottomless abyss that I realized there is no going back, not for me. Not in this life. I held the silver blade firmly, watching as the crimson drops carelessly scorched the flesh of my newest victim. Her flawless skin reduced to blistering, pus filled sores. The pungent smell of decaying flesh was momentarily masked as sandalwood invaded my senses. "Look at your whore, isn't she beautiful?" Chesterfield's freaky outcast stumbles upon a reality that only existed in horror movies as she is introduced to a world of blood, dark desires, and supernatural beings. Word Count: 85,000+ ✓ Mature Audience (18+) Explicit Content
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