(The Devil)The veil between realms always tasted the same: old, metallic, scorched at the edges like charred parchment. He usually pushed through it with bored impatience, the way a man might step over a puddle on his way to somewhere far more interesting. Between one breath and the next, colour drained out of the world he left behind and bled into the one ahead, layers of shadow folding over him like ink poured into water.Hell’s heat snapped shut behind him like a door slamming—sulphurous, molten, familiar. Earth greeted him with a thin, brittle cold, the kind that clung to bone rather than skin. The air was wrong here: too light, too clean, too naïve. Even the darkness felt different—loose, unstructured, without the disciplined weight of the underrealm.But tonight—tonight the air snapped against his skin like a live wire. The membrane of reality stretched and thinned around him, humming with a pitch only his kind could hear, a high, needling whine threaded with the low drumbeat o
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