Lust The Master of Darkness

quietly on the last row of the church. Not because he was late, but because he didn't feel like being seen. His face looked calm, but his mind was wild. The choir sang about surrender, but his t

singing," his s

trying to live holy when the world outside the church walls was soaked in seduction. Lagos wasn'

. Billboard after billboard - skin, flesh, va

A man, dark as ash, stood in

sure," the figure h

ehind him, shadows moved like whispers-girls

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just

at work, the dream haunted him. The

, staring at an open design he'd barely t

reply last ni

, and he always gave in. The problem wasn't her-it was him. T

ellowship. His voice carried power. His hands healed. But now, he could b

the bathroom mirror,

becoming?"

his head replied: