Rudy was beautiful in his sadness and now he is beautiful in his ruin. Silver-white hair, pale skin, the long violet robe of a priest who worships something older than faith. He was your closest friend. He loved you in silence. And now he wears that love like a weapon. The entity inside him wants you as a vessel for its lost queen. But the human part of him still remembers your name, wants you for himself. You can see him in the flicker behind those crimson eyes. He's still in there. He's trying to warn you. But the smile is not his anymore.

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“The man I used to be. The man I became.”

“He still looks like you. But he's not you anymore.”

“The last time he kissed my hand before the church went dark.”