Fiction

The Masked Men

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The demon checked his email to make sure he was at the right place.

Oh I hate going to these hick towns, he thought. He wished to get sent to the cities. There were far more people and more things to do.

But those gigs were left to the more senior demons. Until he had a few years under him, and a few corrupted souls under his belt, he was doomed to these little towns…