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she whispered. Outside, the church bells tolled faintly in the distance. ****** Downstairs, Lena and Kael argued in hushed tones. Romano sat on the edge of a broken pew, a cigarette hanging from his lip. “Restless night?” Kael muttered. Romano exhaled smoke. “You could say that. I’m starting to hate churches.” “Good,” Lena snapped. “Maybe it’ll burn the sin off you.” He smirked. “Sweetheart, there’s not enough fire in this world for that.”

He said. "Let me go." I struggled but he didn't free me, he kept smiling at me. "What's going on here?" A voice said, I looked at the voice's direction to see my Roman. He is having an angry expression on his face right now. Am I safe? He is ready to bounce. * How do you like this chapter? Please keep commenting. I love when the story is interactive.

“If you keep looking like you're about to give a speech in front of the entire nation, he's going to know that something is wrong.” I rolled my eyes and ignored him. “Take that over there and put it in your ear." He pointed to something on the dashboard and I picked it up and put it in my ear. There was a static before it became clear. “Can you hear me? Eden?” “Oh yes, I can hear you. This is really happening." I saw Roman roll his eyes again. “Well, I'm sorry for being nervous but you're not the one who has to go out into the open and pray to fall into the arms of the man who's after their life.”

DARKNESS. Not a single drop of light illuminated the heavens that night—not the moon or even a single star. There was nothing except for silent voices talking in pitch-black. "He saw us watching him, didn't he?" [He is smarter than I expect, God.] "Of course, he is!" Pride dripped from that unknown voice as the speaker chuckled. "He is the one and only Romano, after all." [Okay... So what's your next order?] "Drag them back." The god yawned, sounding a bit bored, before adding, "Make sure that the Amati is there once I come..."

Picking up on Romans scent I followed it to the chapel. Peering through the glass door Roman sat on his own, his head in his hands as his shoulders lifted and dropped. Slowly opening the door, I stepped inside. The creaking of the door alerted Roman to my entrance as he turned to face me. His eyes red and puffy as he wiped the tears on the sleeve of his shirt.

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

Heads. The world did not split apart, did not roar its approval. There was just the beep of a flatlining heart monitor and the fists of the storm against the windows. But something shifted—an undercurrent, invisible but unbreakable. The air thickened, as if the room was breathing in sharply. Roman's voice entered the silence. "Well," he said, low and menacing. "The coin has spoken." "Shut up," I snapped, shattering my voice like glass.

Romulus' voice was low, husky, and commanding. "I dare not, my Lord." Using his nails, Romulus pricked his flesh till it turned red. "If you do not," he said in a threatening voice. "I'll snap your head off your neck." The servant froze and slowly, he lifted his head till his eyes met Romulus’.

Chapter 92 —I Am the Devil Narrator: The sound of the office door slamming shut echoed through the huge room, but Roman didn't stop. His step was firm, determined, his jaw clenched and his dark eyes fixed on a non-existent point. Dominic, who was already waiting for him, let out a sigh. He didn't need to ask him anything to know that things had gone wrong, but even so, he had to hear it from Roman himself. He watched as his friend unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt with a tense movement, as if his clothes were suffocating him.

Third Person's POV His sweet little voice hummed a delicate tune in the darkness. His fingers raked through the elder's hair, and he tried not to cry as he heard Nadja's heart slowing. “N-Nadja, w-wake up,” Roman said softly as he nudged the Elder. Tears flowed from the Omega's eyes when he received no response. “Nadja!” Roman said louder as he shook him and began sobbing. The loud sound of metal clinking was startling as someone began unlocking the big metal door.