MIDNIGHT AT THE A&E

摘要

Out the window from the 37th floor I fall, facing towards the heavens, arms stretched out for the divine deliverance I know will never arrive. Not a half second following my ejaculation, out hop the Minions of Bhenvul (#3: Fear of what others might think) in mad choreographed glee, their smiles small half moons against the starless night. I count one, two... seven demons. Most of them will end up as demon guts on the asphalt but what difference will that make? I am one and they are minions.