A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140
SELENE GASP
The library was eerily quiet. I stood alone, my gaze drifting from one shelf to the next, tracing the faded spines of books whose titles whispered secrets of ages past. Some were gilded, their titles barely readable from years of wear.
Others were bound in dark, cracked leather, their pages well-loved, yellowed at the edges. I moved along the rows, fingers brushing over a few spines, curiosity tugging at me to pull one out and see what secrets it held.
The space felt like a sanctuary of knowledge, but there was something about the dim lighting and the thick, dusty air that also made it feel… haunted.
I shook off the thought, reminding myself that I’d been alone in here many times before. Yet today, something about the silence felt different. It wasn’t comforting; it was heavy.
Just then, a strange noise echoed from the far corner. I froze, my heart beginning to race as I listened, straining to make out what it was.
The noise was soft at first, like a distant wail carried by a breeze, but it grew louder, transforming into a sound unmistakably human—a child’s cry.
Each faint sob pulled at something deep inside me, urging me forward. Before I knew it, I was walking toward the sound, my body moving of its own accord.
At the farthest corner, in a space shrouded in shadows, I saw her—a small figure curled up on the floor, shoulders trembling as she cried.
Her dark hair spilled over her face, and she looked heartbreakingly small, lost in this vast room. I took a hesitant step closer, my voice soft, wary. “Are you okay?”
She didn’t answer. Her cries continued, piercing, each sob rattling me, making my pulse race. Slowly, I moved closer, bending down to gently touch her shoulder. As my hand hovered over her, she suddenly lifted her head, and I felt my body go rigid.
Her face was pale, almost translucent, and her eyes… They were dark, nearly black, with a gleam that seemed to pierce through me.
Her lips curved into a smile, but it was wrong, unnatural. My heart pounded as I took in the eerie details, the way her gaze held me captive.
Despite the smile on her face, the sound of her sobbing continued to fill the room, louder now, echoing in my mind. It felt as if it was coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.
I stumbled back, a tremor in my voice as I asked, “Are you okay?”
Her smile widened, revealing teeth that were stained yellow, crooked and sharp. “Are you okay?” she echoed, her voice high and chilling.
She tilted her head, studying me with a curious glint in her dark eyes. “Will you come with me?” Her hand reached out, fingers thin and almost skeletal. “I can help you.”
Something in her voice—some dark promise—sent a jolt of fear down my spine. I couldn’t move. It was as if her gaze had me trapped, unable to pull away. Before I could process what was happening, a searing pain spread across my face.
I felt warmth trickling down my lips, and when I brought my hand to my nose, it came away sticky with blood. I gasped, realizing blood was also trickling from the corners of my mouth… and my eyes.
No. No, this couldn’t be happening.
My mind raced, and an image of Liam flashed before me, his face twisted in pain, his life slipping away as blood poured from him just like this. Panic clawed at my chest, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.
I could only stand there, the blood dripping onto the floor as the child’s laughter filled the room, mocking me, her twisted smile growing wider with every passing second.
Her laughter was a high, shrill sound, mingling with the sobs that somehow still echoed in my head. I wanted to scream, to run, but my legs wouldn’t obey.
I was frozen, trapped in this nightmare, watching the child’s mouth stretch into a grotesque grin. Her eyes glinted with something malicious, something ancient and cruel. She wasn’t just a child—she was something else, something wrong.
The world around me blurred, darkness creeping in from the edges of my vision. I thought I was losing consciousness, my mind slipping into some dark abyss where the child’s laughter would echo forever.
Then, a strong grip seized my arm, yanking me backward, and I gasped as the world snapped back into focus. Lucien’s face came into view, his expression a mixture of concern and intensity.
His voice broke through the haze, grounding me. “Selene!” His tone was urgent, cutting through the fog of terror clouding my mind.
I blinked, my gaze darting around the room, searching for the child, the blood, the horror that had just unfolded. But there was nothing—no child, no blood staining the floor.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140
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