The Devil's Obsession
And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating.
She squeezed Dante’s hand.
“We face them together,” she said.
“Until the end,” he vowed.
“No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.”
Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold.
And the Devil’s obsession?
She no longer feared it
She was ready to become it.