If God has angels and saints, what does The Devil have?
“Fallen angels,” says the priest, as he goes through his checklist.
Bible. Crucifix. Holy water. The basics.
A wad of cash for bail, spare phone battery and charger cord.
A pack of gum comes in handy.
Garlic, a gun loaded with silver bullets… those are strictly off the books.
When you get to hyacinth petals for the Wookooloo, that’s where things get strange.
“There’s shit from China and India that’ll make your eyes bleed,” he says.
I nod, and do my best to hide my tail under my trenchcoat.