A disheveled stranger sat down next to me at a London bar and claimed to be the Devil. By the time she finished telling me the truth about Hell, I believed every word.
A disheveled stranger sat down next to me at a London bar and claimed to be the Devil. By the time she finished telling me the truth about Hell, I believed every word.
Native American tribes told of a creature born from cannibalism whose endless hunger mirrors the spiritual appetite that devours souls from within. But does that have anything to say about us as humans?