The Shadown In The Painting: His Nihilism

A ghost is someone, death has left a hole for the lead-coloured soul to beat the fire. Aleandra leaves her dirty pyre and seems to coil herself and roll under his capony, love's stale and public playground, where he lies and fills the run-down empire of his bed. He sees the street, her potter's field is red, and lively with the ashes of the dead. Redemption does not come for all souls in Hell, but there are some who may be worthy of the chance to ascend to Heaven. As Teodor oversees the activities of his realm, he once again comes across his favorite doomed patron, and realizes she might finally understand the error of her ways. The problem, though, is that the Abaddon might not be so ready to give her up.