The Wolf will lie down with the lamb.

SHEOL

Nerine removed all of her clothing, including her blond wig.
She stood naked before Wyatt on the steel floor of the cab.
They had proceeded along the rail line past the paranormal event.
She picked up the lifestyles magazine that Wyatt had found on the tracks.
She spanked herself with the rolled up magazine.
"I want you to have sex with me." she said flatly.

Wyatt laughed and stood up from his engineer's chair..
"I'll bring the train to a stop." Wyatt said.
"No. I must have the vibration under my feet." Nerine growled.
She ran the roll up lifestyle magazine over and in and out of her thighs.
Wyatt mounted her from behind with his overalls down around his legs.
Narine looked at the image developing on the blank page.

"You see!" she held the magazine up.
The image of their coupling was on the page.
Wyatt pulled out in shock.
There was an image of a demon mounting him.
He pulled up his overalls and spun about with his backhand.
Narine looked at the page, "What the Hell?"

"He is buff." Nerine chuckled as she admired the devil on the page.
And then screamed as she looked face to face with the demon.
Wyatt had been tossed aside.
"I like your red hair. It reminds me of Magdalene .." the demon said.
His voice was deep and hoarse.
He squeezed her jaw with one had and brushed over her hair with his left hand.

Narine struggled to speak, "Your hurting me."
He raised her off the floor and spread his leathery wings.
"And the sons of God did take human wives." the devil bared his fangs,
wrapping his wings about her.
Wyatt fired his shotgun into the demon's back.
He roared, "You cannot kill what was never born."

Narine fell limp onto the engineer's chair.
She looked up to see a train heading towards them.
"Holy sh**t!" Wyatt grabbed the CB, "Tower! This is South Carolina 8458.."
The opposite train ran through the cab and vanished.
The demon laughed, "A mere reflection. Time is an illusion."
Wyatt emptied his shotgun into the demon with no effect.

"Am I going to have your baby?" Narine stammered.
"How could you? I was never born." the devil kissed her gently on the left cheek.
Wyatt threw down his shotgun and punched the demon across the temple..
"Do you feel better?" he replied with a toothy smile.
"Jesus! What do you want?!" Wyatt shook his soar hand.
The demon scratched his temple with his middle finger.

"Are you asking me or Jesus?" he smirked as he stripped Wyatt of his overalls.
Wyatt struggled as the demon Sodomized him and tossed him about.
Narine tried to leave, but she was snatched by the ankle.
"The pursuit of the happiness is painful .." the devil laughed as he spanked Narine.
His finger nails left claw marks over her pail skin.
"God is..." she was choked out by the demon's Sodomy of her mouth.

Reflections~Sometimes the darkness can show us the light.+

October 31, 287ad, Saint Quintin was martyred.
He was burdened with heavy chains.
His body was pierced with wires and a hot iron
was thrust between his thighs.
Lastly, his head was cut off and put on display.

"Oh you wicked men. Your place is in Hell.
But, I know God loves me." Saint Quintin said
to the Prefect.

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