Delilah
"Do you have any idea what you're holding?
Kayla stared at the artifact, its intricate designs now glowing brighter, pulsing as if alive. Her breath hitched. "What...what is this thing?"
"Put it down!" he barked, his tone sharp, almost desperate.
But the artifact didn't budge. It clung to her hand like it was part of her, its hum growing louder.
"I can't!" Kayla cried. "It won't let go!"
The devil took a cautious step back, his anger replaced by something that almost looked like fear. He glared at her, his fiery eyes boring into hers. "So it's true. You are a descendant of Arithymus."
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