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.

"I asked you first...", Rowland sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed with his back facing Nick and stated officiously, he demanded an answer. But the sentence made Nick smile a bit as it sounded a tad childish, though in all honesty; 


"I really don't fucking know.", Nick said again, this time there was something in his voice that made Rowland believe it. Although he could hear the smile plastered on Nick's face, he knew he meant it; he too, didn't know. 


"How long... Have you thought about this, wanted... This?" 


"To be honest...", Nick didn't want to answer and he sighed, but he knew that Rowland wasn't going to let it go; 


"...From the moment I got close enough to kiss you." 


That was far too ambiguous for Rowland's liking and satisfaction, but he was in no real mood to fight. 


Gold Honey