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Except for the faces in the s

The Malevolent stood there and stared inside, still, just watching me

You couldn’t make this shit up

I stared back at the my hostility would break their eye contact

It didn’t

I looked forward again and started to move down the aisle toward the front

There were toe cross at the front of the rooether, they looked like they were truly praying

One wos flattened against the chair behind her because she didn’t bend theive a damn

My kind of girl

I moved down the aisle and took a seat beside her “Can you believe this shit?”

She turned her head toward htly lifeless like Beatrice’s “No” Her eyes shifted past me and looked out the s

I followed her stare and looked at the skull heads pressed to the glass to watch us I turned back to her with my eyes ith incredulity

“You get used to it” She extended her hand to me “Laura”

I shook her hand “Constance”

She turned her head to look at the front

I watched her, watched her watch the wo on?”

“They’re praying for forgiveness for their demons”

“What?” I hissed “They buy into this?”

“Some Others put on a show”

“Why would anyone put on a show for these sickos?”

She turned back to me, her lips painted cherry red with smoky makeup around her eyes “To stay alive”

Fear flooded my veins when I heard her words, heard the crestfallen tone to her voice “Forneus said it’s a sin to hurt an angel…”

“It is But what happens when they find out you aren’t one?”

Now my heart pounded harder than it ever had I was terrified just the way I’d been at the theatre, in er, and those fight-or-flight instincts kicked in “The graveyard is…”

She nodded “The Graveyard of Fallen Angels is what they call it”

“Oh Jesus…”