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A Find Day In Hell 3

I’d said too much already. Initiating a newcomer was the last thing I needed. I wanted to get to the undercity.
“Unless what?” he pushed.
“Unless you can earn redemption,” I replied.
A great roar came from the mouth of our little hideaway, and I knew the jig was up. I’d been found.
“What the hell is that?”
“A seeker,”
Seekers were Demonias’ pets. Twice the size of a normal man with twisted billy-goat horns, the maw of a lion, eyes of a hawk, the body of a man, and hooved feet and legs of a horse. It’s teeth were long, and dripping with acid, it’s breath worse still. Its arms were tree-trunks, and rippling with sinew and unnatural balls of muscle. Seekers were His twisted creation to find runners and bring them back to his Throne for punishment; a slow & fiery death.
By the strike of midnight, the awakening brings one back to do it all again! Twisted fuck.
I searched the floor for a stone or stick.
And then it occured to me,
“Take us. I wish to make a trade”
“What?!” shouted my companion.

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