Lasher

I would love to love a spirit, a cunning dæmon. Invisible, yet full of life. Invading my body, penetrating my soul.

I dream of waking up in a haunted mansion in New Orleans, Lasher by my side.

Lasher

Come now, my Lasher, be my avenger

Anne Rice, ‘The Witching Hour’

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