Charity (TBA): DOG ARRIVAL ROOM - Rm18<br/><br/>I could smell the demons approaching..they stopped with the dogs.. their smells and colors seemed to swirl and mix. The dark red pulsing man kept getting closer.. he smelt like tobacco and some sort or rich liquor, a deep resonating purple stream of sweat and ..maleness.. seemed to cascade through the red. I think he must be a demon.. he is not stopping.. he is at the door.. I can smell him - he is hunting me.. I can FEEL it.<br/><br/>He opened the door.. he blocked out the light.. he was everything my Papa said was bad!  I was trembling with abject fear.<br/><br/>He was Avarice, red and swollen, greedily drinking me in. He was Sloth, lazily appraising me.. like he was rolling me around on his forked tongue. He was Pride, purple and bursting with himself and his evilness. He was Envy, he looked at me and I knew I belonged to him, never anyone else in the whole wide world and he would destroy anyone that took me away. He was a deep puce, pounding Glutton.. he would never have his fill of tormenting me. He was Lust.. a deep dark red-black throbbing purple veined thing that would never be satiated.. and he was Wrath.. the deepest pitch black vortex of pain, anguish and badness..<br/><br/>He was not a demon.<br/><br/>He was The Devil.<br/><br/><strong>"Can you understand me?"</strong><br/><br/>"Oh yes I understand you Lucifer.. I understand you perfectly. You are E V I L."<br/><br/>I nodded, terrified. I peed myself.