[ Darkness, sin, is like a creeping cloying thing. It doesn't just exist, it gets into all the tight little corners. The worse the sin, the deeper it wriggles, and there is so much sin here. Sin that doesn't belong in this vessel, and yet scars it from the inside out the way that Lucifer's presence has scarred and pitted and burned away whatever part of Nick was left.
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He tutted softly. ]
I see that. Someone's been very naughty.