Men like to hold onto false idealisms, choosing to see only what lies on the surface. They live only for satisfaction, for power, for money, for women, or for beauty. There is an old saying that goes: Beauty is only skin-deep. Kenneth Moreland learned this firsthand. Trouble wears a disguise, and now he did, his soul swapping bodies for Racknell’s own vessel, his old flesh, home for the troubled demon who would pose as him thereafter.
Kenneth went on with Jezebel, to darker places than he had ever known, haunting for the sake of it, and learning to relish his duties. Regardless of her ugly side, she was splendor.
Freedom was overrated.
Dark Places ©2014 Donny Swords
The Cleansing Bar