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.

A coldness was in their eyes but not even the reflection of their bright windows could show it... Rowland thought he felt it, he certainly felt something as Nick rested his hands in Rowland's back pockets and eradicated any negative space between them, locking lips to seal their unspoken tacit agreement. 


But Rowland put a hand on Nick's chest and stopped; 


"Erm,... Do you have like a tooth pick or something that I could-..?", Nick rolled his eyes and shut him up, kissing Rowland until his concerns turned to hums and his hums then turned into soft moans. 


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