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.

Driving was always a scapegoat to Rowland, and he always felt that this was one thing that will always feel good to him, as if an exfoliation of his very soul took place at times when he drove, even if it was just for milk and butter. Having a car gave him the freedom to run away from his problems and thoughts unwanted, and to ride to a place where it all could happen for him. Still healing from his wounds, he couldn't say he saw any of this coming; from the good, down to the bitterly bad that had happened during this week alone. 


But none the less, it was Rowland's time to test if the legends of stars coming to be in Los Angeles are true, and if he has what it takes to prove that theory within himself. As he holds his breathe and an idea in his mind, filling himself to the brim with the necessary nerve and inspiration which urged him further towards the town of lost angels, in the hopes that he could find his own way. 


Chapter thirteen: Kalebra