One sunday morning a young man who called himself the Devils' Prayer broke into a little yellow house. Crouched down low he could hear a happy baby cooing and suckling at it's mother's breast as she hummed a light tune in the non language that only a mother and infant share. Devil made his way quietly, silently through the brite, clean rooms of the house, the plush carpets masking his footfalls. Through the kitchen, down the hallway, ever so quietly. Grinning, past the living room where mother and baby sit unaware. Up, Up, the stairs and into the first door on the left, the nursery. Devil sees the closet, on the far side of the room and a perfectly white cat lying halfway between he and it, in a warm ray of sunshine coming through the window "Half way there" Devil thinks to himself "this is just too easy".
To be continued.....
To be continued.....