// m //
"you sure about that?"
he seethes, hatred becoming his atire, a black veiled robe with hints of the devil's shade of red.
"what did you just say?"
"i asked if you were sure. i think if you were teaching the bible you wouldn't force it down someone's throat. isn't that how you did it? did he say he wanted it?"
"oh he wanted it. every drop down his throat was a fucking blessing"
"doesn't seem like he did. do you see it? that glint of red in your eye?"
he steps back, grabbing a mirror from his desk.
"and i thought vanity was one of the passions of the body. it seems like satan has his hands winding up and down your spine like an accordion."
he slams his desk.
"you will be burned. the both of you will be burned like the rest of the heretics. brothers! we have a whore of bezelbuub!"
immediately the door slammed open and i was grabbed by the hem of my collar and dragged out of the room. i managed to squeeze a few last words in.
"the devil is here! in this office! he can't be burned because he's the one telling the others to!"
he grimaces as he slams the door behind me.
