CHAINED IN DARKNESS ANTHOLOGY

Detective Price was accustomed to seeing ministers of God adorned in clerical garb, regular dress suits, cassocks, and even denim, as with Rev. Jesse Jackson during the late sixties and early seventies. Still, nothing in her schematic of experience could have prepared her for what was visited upon her when she sighted the Rev. Melvin Butterman.

 There was a serpentine appearance to the entirety of his being, she thought as she could finally fathom the imagery presented to her view. Standing in the doorway of two large ornate wooden doors stood an exceedingly handsome young man of about twenty-five, thirty years.