A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 91 – 100
I took one last look into his eyes, my heart breaking, then turned and bolted toward the closed door.
My palms slammed against the cold wood as I threw my weight against it, frantic to break free. I was trapped. Trapped in a room with this monstrous thing wearing my best friend’s voice like a mask.
I beat my fists against the door, the sound echoing off the walls, panic clawing up my throat until the scream ripped free from my lips.
“Help me! Lucifer!” I screamed, slamming against the door again and again, desperate to break through. “Somebody, help me!”
The creature behind me let out a strangled cry, its four voices overlapping in a sound that was part agony, part frustration. “Selene, please! Don’t… don’t leave me like this!” The desperation in his voice, the sheer helplessness, almost made me pause. Almost.
But then I felt a cold, heavy touch brush against my shoulder, and a shiver of terror shot through me.
“No! Don’t touch me!” I shrieked, twisting away and pressing myself against the door. I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see those faces, those eyes.
All I could think about was escape, about getting away from this nightmare before it swallowed me whole.
“Selene!” The creature cried again, its voice breaking, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sound.
It was all too much—the voices, the shadows, the strange, ancient Bible on the table, the twisting sense of wrongness that filled the air.
I wanted to believe this was all some twisted dream, something I would wake from any second. But deep down, I knew it was real. I was trapped, and there was no one coming to save me.
I felt my knees weaken, the strength draining from my body as the terror and exhaustion took their toll. I slumped against the door, my breathing ragged, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of it all.
“Please,” I whispered, the word barely a breath, my voice breaking as I begged for some kind of mercy, some kind of end to this nightmare. “Lucifer… please.”
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. The creature—Liam, I reminded myself, or at least something that sounded like him—had gone quiet, its four heads watching me with expressions I couldn’t read.
I could feel its gaze boring into me, feel the weight of its sorrow and fear pressing down on me like a physical force.
Then, in the silence, I heard it—a soft, almost imperceptible sound, like the whisper of a breeze through leaves. It was coming from the Bible, from the ancient book lying on the table.
The pages were moving, shifting, as if an invisible hand were turning them. A chill ran down my spine as I watched, too afraid to move, too afraid to breathe.
The pages stopped, and I found myself drawn to the words that lay open before me, the letters dark and bold against the yellowed paper.
I couldn’t read the language—it was something ancient, something I didn’t recognize. But the longer I stared, the more I felt like the words were speaking to me, calling to me in a language I couldn’t understand but could feel deep in my bones.
“Selene…” the creature’s voice was softer now, a broken whisper that made my chest ache. “Please… don’t be afraid. I’m still me.”
I forced myself to look up, to meet those eyes one last time, searching for any hint of Liam in their depths. And for just a moment, I thought I saw it—a flicker of familiarity, a glimmer of the boy I had known my whole life, hidden somewhere within that monstrous form.
But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the overwhelming horror of what he had become.
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face as I pressed myself harder against the door, my heart pounding like a drum. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear and sorrow. “You’re not Liam. You’re… you’re something else. Something wrong.”
The creature’s expression twisted, a look of raw, unfiltered anguish that cut through me like a knife. “Selene… please,” it begged, but I couldn’t bear to listen.
I shut my eyes, squeezing them tight as I screamed again, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Lucifer! Please, help me!”
And then, as if in response to my plea, the room shifted. The air grew colder, thicker, a weight pressing down on me that made it hard to breathe.
I opened my eyes, and found myself staring into the familiar, dark gaze of Lucifer himself, standing before me with an unreadable expression.
He looked really upset.
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Who do you think put Liam in that situation, remember Lucifer went away for a whole week and then Liam called another of the sins.
What do you guys think.
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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 91 – 100
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