Eve POV
I don't know how long I was out. Could've been hours. Could've been centuries. Time doesn't mean much when you're floating between agony and nothingness. But when I finally start to feel again—really feel—one thing becomes painfully, terrifyingly clear.
The devil exists.
And he's nothing like the fairy tales promised. No red skin. No pitchfork. No ridiculous goat horns. No… he's worse.
He's darkness. Living, breathing darkness that moves like smoke, smooth and slow, until you see the eyes—two pits of red that burn through the void. Eyes that look straight into your soul and laugh because you thought you had one to begin with. He's silence and shadow. And somehow, he's more terrifying than anything my imagination could've conjured.
I saw him — or maybe dreamt him — and for one endless heartbeat, I thought I was already dead.
