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"It shrouded itself with the garbs of a holy man. Stole a stead and road away." The man hunched over the wooden table. The coals from his pipe lit up with life when he sucked in a breath. Tangling smoke blew from his lips chapped and cut, "The creature came to the church, requesting sanctuary, shouting on the steps as it stumbled up. By then the robes had been torn and bloodied. When the priests opened the doors they couldn't believe their eyes, it was a devil, green in skin with eyes of gold. And here it was wailing a lament for fallen brothers. The good fathers took the beast in, after all, could the devil cry?" He leaned back in his seat and scratched his beard, "It still is up there, living within the walls of the monastery. I hear that it still owns the robes it had thieved, hides them away in the wall. And every second Sunday of March, after mass is done all is well, you can hear it yell. A bellowish shout filled with pain that is met in the sky with three others."

Donnie
Mikey
Raph

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"It shrouded itself with the garbs of a holy man. Stole a stead and road away." The man hunched over the wooden table. The coals from his pipe lit up with life when he sucked in a breath. Tangling smoke blew from his lips chapped and cut, "The creature came to the church, requesting sanctuary, shouting on the steps as it stumbled up. By then the robes had been torn and bloodied. When the priests opened the doors they couldn't believe their eyes, it was a devil, green in skin with eyes of gold. And here it was wailing a lament for fallen brothers. The good fathers took the beast in, after all, could the devil cry?" He leaned back in his seat and scratched his beard, "It still is up there, living within the walls of the monastery. I hear that it still owns the robes it had thieved, hides them away in the wall. And every second Sunday of March, after mass is done all is well, you can hear it yell. A bellowish shout filled with pain that is met in the sky with three others."

Donnie
Mikey
Raph