Reincarnated as a bullet and suffering a satanized affliction, Lucifer swan dives through a ribcage. Typewriter slings ink on parchment like a money shot on a porcelain chest. Moans like a banshee. "It's the coldest summer on record.β Black tide of over-proof pickles the insides, beckoning from a plot of land: βCome on homeβ¦β Come home to mother.