The Damned

The Damned

Caleb’s bloody signature was still sticky on the parchment as bullets ripped down the corridor. Innocent souls falling in the wake of his father’s raven-black London Fog. His essence, seized within these walls, promised in return.

Stumbling backward, searing white-hot pain radiating outward… Satan had reneged on the deal.


Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #277.
Prompt Word: Renege | Word Count: 49
Date: 2022-09-17 | Tags: #weekendwritingprompt

Locker Image: Joshua Hoehne @ Unsplash. | Image Composite with Blood Splatter: Greg Glazebrook
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

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