A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 91 – 100
I whipped around, my heart hammering, but there was no one there—only shadows shifting in the dim light, almost as if they were alive.
“Selene…”
The voice was a whisper, soft yet powerful, wrapping around me like tendrils of smoke. I shivered, recognizing it, a voice I’d heard once before.
Lucifer. But he wasn’t here—he couldn’t be here. Yet his presence lingered, filling every corner of this strange place with a dark, unsettling familiarity.
“Why did you come here, Selene?” the voice seemed to mock, as if it were hiding some twisted secret.
“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, clutching my hands tightly together, as if that would somehow ground me. “I was just… curious.”
“Curiosity,” the voice whispered again, “leads to dangerous places.”
I clenched my jaw, fighting the chill prickling over my skin. “Why are you here? What is this place?”
But there was no answer, only silence and the echo of my own question fading into the darkness.
I took a steadying breath, my eyes falling back to the mirror. The girl was gone, the glass reflecting only the shadows that twisted in the dim light.
Determined, I took a step back, my mind racing. I had to get out of here, had to find a way back before— this room seem to be playing with my emotions.
The door behind me creaked open, breaking the silence. I spun around, finding myself face-to-face with an empty hallway stretching out before me.
The lights from the library were now gone, replaced by a faint blue glow that cast everything in an eerie light. Slowly, hesitantly, I stepped through, feeling the chill of the new space seep into my bones.
I stood there, frozen, staring at the table that seemed to glow in the dimness, the only source of light in this otherwise empty room. In the center of the table, a single book lay, massive and foreboding.
A Bible. Of all things to be in a place like this, it was a Bible. It was larger than any book I’d ever seen, with a thick leather cover that seemed as ancient as the room itself.
Moving closer, I hesitated before reaching out, feeling the strange pull of it, like a heavy weight in the air that held me captive.
“Why…why is there a Bible here?” I murmured, looking around the room, hoping for some sign or symbol that would give me a clue.
But the walls were bare, nothing to break the stone and shadow except the dimly flickering torches mounted high above.
An uneasy chill crept up my spine. I knew this was Lucifer’s domain, a place saturated with his presence. A Bible here didn’t make any sense.
“Selene,” a familiar voice called, low and urgent. My heart leapt, my mind barely processing before I spun around.
“Liam?” I breathed, relief flooding over me, yet something felt wrong, something I couldn’t put my finger on.
But when I looked at him, I realized it wasn’t Liam—not really. The creature standing before me was like nothing I’d ever seen, a monstrous, impossible figure.
It towered over me, standing on four legs, each thick and heavily muscled, with skin that seemed to ripple and move under the dim torchlight.
Four eyes glistened from four different heads, each face twisted in an expression I couldn’t even begin to understand.
And it had four arms, each one clawed and outstretched, the strange shape giving it a grotesque, otherworldly symmetry that made me want to scream.
But that voice… it was still Liam’s voice.
“Let’s get out of here,” it mumbled, his tone soft, pleading, like he was as terrified as I was.
Tears streamed down one of the faces, a sight that almost broke my heart, but the fear crawling through me kept me rooted in place.
“What…what are you?” I asked, my voice a trembling whisper, unable to keep the horror from leaking through.
I stepped back, the air thick with the scent of something old and rotting, and felt a chill creep into my bones. Every instinct screamed at me to run.
“It’s me, Selene… It’s me, it’s Liam.” His voice wavered, the words catching in his throat as if he was choking back a sob. The tears continued to fall, and my stomach twisted at the sight.
But no matter how hard I looked, how desperately I tried to search for some trace of him beneath the horror of what I was seeing, I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.
Liam wasn’t a monster. He couldn’t be.
My heart pounded in my chest, my breath quickening as panic clawed at my insides. This was a trick—it had to be. Some sick illusion Lucifer had conjured to toy with me.
I didn’t trust what I was seeing, didn’t want to. I took another step back, the cold stone under my feet reminding me I had nowhere to run.
“No… You’re not him,” I whispered, shaking my head as the figure before me drooped, its arms lowering in a gesture of defeat.
“Selene, please,” the voice begged, sounding more desperate, more vulnerable. “It’s me. I…I don’t know what happened.
I don’t know why I look like this… but it’s me.” The creature’s eyes—Liam’s eyes, I forced myself to think—looked at me with a pleading intensity, as if it could somehow force me to see him, to understand.
But I couldn’t. Every fiber of my being screamed that this was wrong, that I needed to get out of here, that I needed to get away.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 91 – 100
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