Don't fear the face of Death, for he is the face of all man.

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Some say that hell is other people; that hell is but only in the mind, and that hell is a place...but in this case it's all of the above, though just far between the cracks of life's façade. And it all starts in a town,  called (S)hellville, U. S. A. 

Rowland DeWilliers is a South African born artist who resides in this blue and yet dry American coastal haven with a lust and desire for life despite his inability to chase after it , as he scrubs dishes and tries to pay his bills. 
Upon meeting a dark stranger by the name of Nick, his dreams suddenly seem achievable and on his way to distinguished fame, he,  along with the haphazard guidance from his new aquiantance, starts to see the world anew. 

But with such enlightenment, comes the price of the shadowy darkness that which surrounds him. Until he is faced with the choice of being DeWilliers/Machapela  or becoming DEVILE.

DeVil in the Details

Rowland stood there in complete shock, his body went rigid, his mind was racing and his mouth went dry. 


But, he couldn't quite comprehend the situation in front of him just yet, as his green eyes padlocked in place at the sight in front of him of a man who still lay asleep, were it not for the limp form of the stranger, who was belly down and who's head was now twisted sideways to the left and with one bulbous eye, it stared dead at Rowland's light blue socked feet, which Rowland felt as if they mocked with their little monkeys pulling faces. 


The heart stopping shock of the now visible predicament of the dead man was as if, ever one had to walk barefoot and blinded through the dark and happened to stub a toe or shin with full force, or puncture the otherwise sensitive sole... 


He curled his toes due to the cold floor. 


Chapter fourteen: Good Compost + Bad Piggies