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.

Gummy bears were everywhere, and though that sounded like the helm of a good dream, it really wasn't. 


Waking up still clutching his T-shirt in the heat of the mid afternoon again, with a throbbing headache like someone had shot him between his eyes but didn't have the decency to finish him off. And the familiar feeling of waking up as if he hadn't slept at all, and that he'll never truly wake up for the rest of the day as he existed in his body which felt like he'd somehow replaced bone with concrete. Wishing that he could do so much as even remember his dream in order to bring some context to where he was and why it felt so much better than waking up, or if he could find the genius who switched on the day and knock their light's out. 


For, although it was an otherwise fantastic sleep, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to be his last, really good sleep that is. 


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