Highway to Hell
@thedemonconstantine​
Nick had his rituals. Strange human rituals before running off into certain danger and even his death wouldn’t change a creature of habit. The same was done today it started with a coffee and a morning cigarette, he showered, ironed his shirt and got dressed, then a full nutritious breakfast for who knew when his next meal would be with the doctor’s bag he carried set next to the sofa.
A deep breath and off he went up the stairs, he had called out to John but no answer came so with a cup of coffee on each hand the door to the attic opened. “I called out t-”
CRASH the cups shattered on the floor. The necromancer wasn’t a stranger to a cadaver but this...this was going beyond anything he could have expected to witness. The cadaver of Dr Occult almost on display bloated and decomposing like some macabre art piece.
“What did you do-” Nick was shocked. Shocked. It was one thing to kill the man but this....no it made Nick sick to his stomach and backtrack to leave the attic out the door as fast as he got in.
Maybe grab a mop and clean the spilled coffee. Maybe a brush and dustpan to pick up the pieces of porcelain in an attempt to put order to the horror.
What had he done.
