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angel tears.

eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.

ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.

trevor.

           whenever a demon lets you go, they should let you go, right? the chances of it happening willingly is slim to none, though. demons are selfish and greedy creatures, taking and taking. the fact that he was able to escape was a red flag to trevor. it was like he had let it happen, like it was planned, like it was a trap. trevor never really sleeps and if he does it’s probably for only two hours if he’s lucky. the dark circles around his eyes make it obvious enough. tongue slides over his lower lip, trying to moisten dry skin, dry mouth. “i don’t think it’ll ever be over,” he’ll turn to smile at the other, a nonchalant shrug was given. “for me, anyways. i’ll kick amaru’s ass if she comes near ya’ again,”

             _{KATE WAS LEFT to die when amaru resurrected her original body. she has the deep scars on her wrists still, leftover from a sacrifice of blood lauded as PURE. she doesn’t know what it is that made her so far set apart from the blood of anyone else, but it was her burden to bear, and she wouldn’t wish it on anyone else. she leans on the rusted chain of the swing, right hand absently tracing the ugly white remnants of her possession on her left wrist. green gaze lifts, frown curving pink lips. ‘ he can’t hold you forever. ’ can he ? kate hopes not. he’s just a boy, twenty one years old. he should be… in college right now, maybe, or working. doing something easy and fun and getting too drunk on weekends with friends. then again, she’d be a hypocrite to voice this. it’s seth’s words to her all over again: maybe she should be singing in a church choir right now. maybe she should be french-kissing kyle in the last pew. but that girl’s long gone, and it feels safe to say the boy trevor might’ve been is gone, too. his words hold a nice sentiment, but it’s never that easy, is it. ‘ i’ll do the same for you, trev. xaphan can ROT. ’ harsh words coming from a preacher’s daughter.}