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.
———— THE DIVINE CURLS NAILS INTO THE PALM OF ITS HAND. frustration building and barely withheld within mortal appearance. never underestimate how much rage was truly brewing inside the devil’s rotten gut. granted it was rare anyone ever escaped lucifer’s ire with their life, but the current recipient of this contract seemed to have beaten the odds. pearly teeth grind, causing a shark - like grimace ( how unseemly and unattractive of him. ) nor would you usually find the false god in a dead - beat bar in the far south——- but here he was. dark blood sits underneath his fingernails as he slips a crinkled photograph under the nose of a young woman, voice honey - like as he asks, “ seen this guy before? ”
she was once something holy , too ! a preacher’s daughter , that heart of gold and smile so warm it could melt a popsicle . then , something different . more powerful , more sinister . xibalban . she’s been the devil before , and the fact swims in her veins . shines in her hair like a bloodstain against crisp white linen . her guard is immediately raised , skinny shoulders pushed back and lips slightly pursed : like a woman who knows what she’s doing , like she’s completely confident and unafraid . expression is smoothed into something cool & collected . the face …. looks a little familiar , but she knows better than to raise suspicions . she studies the photograph for a moment before raising her gaze to his face , a small shrug & apology dancing it’s way across delicate features . ❝ no , sorry , mister . can’t say i have . —— did he do somethin bad ? ❞
