CHAPTER 5

THE TROOPER (TWO DOORS DOWN)

Abaddon Enfer tasted nothing but ash, smelled nothing but sulfur, and often heard and felt nothing but interminable echoes ringing like gunshots from within his own emptiness. He yearned to taste blood, smell human flesh, and be filled with the illusion of wholeness by scraping out a soul with his own hollowness. To this end he often waited in folds of shadow and shaded light outside the highway of souls, a place where most entities were inexorably en route to one beginning or another although occasionally spirits could be spotted rising above their Earth-bound souls and bodies.

Many of these spirits intersecting that special thoroughfare were sparkling prisms filled with a lo...

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