The Hunt

        "What is it you seek, child? Forgiveness? Redemption? The weight of sin?"

        Neon light flashed the barrel. Only Stavos saw. Only he ever would. Outside, music pounded rain, feet splashed ground.

        "Tell me, Father, can you smell sin?" Stavos growled.

        Capacitors whined louder than the demon’s panic.

        “Child, I—”

        Tungsten met wood. Met red cloth.

        “Acceptable.” Stavos stood. The door creaked as he stooped into the church proper. 

        Behind the confession box, a door; scarred, stained. The priest's keys turned to reveal a girl; beaten, breathing. “Leave.” Stavos gestured.

        Another scent. Sharp, unmistakable. He inhaled, fangs bared; it was close. Demon. 

        He reloaded. 

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