QUOTE : She descended into the hole, and he trailed behind her. The stuttering, decayed light from her body illuminated the walls in brief flashes. It was a nest, walled in human faces, scores of them peering out from battlements of melded flesh, their mouths blackly gaping, their eyes cataractous and blind. It was like walking through an abandoned wasps’ nest. Once, it rang with screams and hosannas. Their silence now was obscene. The demon was dead, but this woman still lived. She was still sweetly beautiful, she still yearned to fill her heart’s need. “Is it too late?” she asked. She started to dance, a gorgeous rotted thing, undulating in the way she had done so long ago. Tears spilled down Alan’s face. He fixed the camera on her, recording it all using her own spoiled light. He was making terrible sounds. They echoed in the nest and soon it seemed the faces joined his effort, like a choir in a cathedral