Simon screamed. "Wait."
Preachers’ arms in the air and his mighty stance frozen he looked at Simon with death in his eyes. "What for?"
"I need to confess. I wasn’t a good person in life or after but I'm scared I admit it to see what's next." He waited on a wing and a prayer for Preacher to take his confession and ease him into his final death.
Wrong.
"There isn’t enough hail Mary’s to save you from the demons waiting for you in hell." Preacher dropped his stake efficiently and then swiped it across his throat and Simon lost his head. Something told me Preacher never intended to take his sins for death. Not tonight. And that was ok.
Preachers’ arms in the air and his mighty stance frozen he looked at Simon with death in his eyes. "What for?"
"I need to confess. I wasn’t a good person in life or after but I'm scared I admit it to see what's next." He waited on a wing and a prayer for Preacher to take his confession and ease him into his final death.
Wrong.
"There isn’t enough hail Mary’s to save you from the demons waiting for you in hell." Preacher dropped his stake efficiently and then swiped it across his throat and Simon lost his head. Something told me Preacher never intended to take his sins for death. Not tonight. And that was ok.
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