Giovanni Cartucci Part 4

His shale mouth and chin stand out of his face like a mask, dark with beard and jagged with power. His words in the cold steam with holocaust, and in the warm the air is humid with an oppressing chord of fear. The man's bones protrude like from a rotting carcass, and his skin is a feverish yellow, and scarred. Swollen vermilion halos circumscribe either wrist and neck, only of all escaping the long crimson overcoat that enshrouds Lucifer. His domain is Hell, and his people a tortured population. Lucifer prefers his coffee raw.