Hungry souls cry out for satisfaction, and the devil holds out his hand for his fair share.

"Rituals are important," he sighs through teeth clenched on the wooden tip of a cigarillo, "midnight black chocolate for the human condition."

"The retribution of Persaphone for the dying season?"

"Not hardly. Just... plenary indulgence."

"A smile in the heart of the soul of our fictitious guides?"

A laugh, smoke curling light into shadows in a dim room. "Something like that."

No mourning, only resolution.

Withered in wonderful repose, no soul shall sleep tonight without knowing the simple truth that I know at this moment.

That truth is... static-

Destroy Once Done