Sneaking out of bed, I tiptoe through the darkness, finding my way to the kitchen with the faint illumination of moonlight sneaking through the gap in the curtain.
Softly, slowly, I open the knife drawer, finding the one he uses to cut the fat off.
Sneaking back to the bedroom, I climb onto the bed, staring at the fallen angel who is so handsome when he sleeps.
God murdered you for a reason, he could see into your heart and knew you were about to turn into Satan. You were going to betray him.
I will never provoke my god to anger.
This dirty angel requires rehabilitation. I will cut out his sin and make him whole again.
He will repent and suffer like Job. It's time he got a new heart.
About the Author
Poppet writes horror and edgy paranormal romance, and is currently published with Wild Wolf Publishing, Tirgearr Publishing, & Eibonvale Press.