Where Anyone is Possible
February 6th, 2013
This time Hell was cold.
Ramiel regained consciousness little by little, even with the stench of sulfur trying to crawl up his nose.
"Dingle dangle, jingle jang jungle."
The whispery laugh of a madman encouraged him to open his eyes and find out who or what it was. The hoarse cackle came again like an annoying…Continue
"Funny. Your seven days aren't up."
Ramiel looked up from staring at the jagged blade in his hand. He grunted, catching sight of her sensual smoky form solidifying within the garage, "Don't know how to knock?"
She blew him a kiss, sauntering further into the dim room with a familiar sway of her hips. He couldn't help himself; his eyes roamed down her figure, lingering on the leather clad ass. Beautiful and blonde, she had legs a mile long and curves that drove…Continue
In the darkness of the garage that he happened to be borrowing from Harry, Ramiel sat in a lawn chair as the silence continued to thicken around him. When was the last time he had attempted a ritual? Especially one of this range.
Planning on countering a powerful darkness with…Continue