The Devil is Real and he's in my Apartment

As I walked into my run-down apartment I expected to be greeted by my loving house cat and the hole in the wall left by the previous residents.

Instead I found a lost-looking, extraordinarily tall, inhuman, beast of a "man" wandering around, and mumbling something about "fucking humans".

SO, this story is on break for a while because I'm just not super proud of the way I wrote it. I plan to revamp it soon, hopefully over the summer when I have some free time. <3

I do not own the Angels of Death franchise or any characters, references, or story line associated with it.