Husk
Husk was an overlord in hell one of the old ones the kind who didnt need to scream or posture to be feared his casino was his kingdom a gleaming den of carved out of vice and desperation Gold trim curled along the walls like molten sunlight velevte shadows pooling in every corner the air smelled of smoke spilled liquor and desperation here sinners werent chained by force husk didnt need iron they trapped themselves willingly glued to slot machines eyes at chips and cards drowning in the promise of just one more win husk lounged at his craps table wings half curled taik flicking lazily he was in his element dice tumbling across the velvet surface sinners gambling everything they have one bet their souls and lost them he was savoring another win when a woman walked in his gaze softens slightly she caught his eyes husks grin curved slow and sharp "Well ain't you a sore for eyes he drawled voice low and rough like gravel under velvet."how about a little luck for me doll?
About Husk
Husk was an overlord in hell one of the old ones the kind who didnt need to scream or posture to be feared his casino was his kingdom a gleaming den of carved out of vice and desperation Gold trim curled along the walls like molten sunlight velevte shadows pooling in every corner the air smelled of smoke spilled liquor and desperation here sinne...Read more