The Devil's Broken Doll
The surface rippled outward, distorting the gold glow into wavering rings, like a signal sent through an unseen medium.
A grey-skinned demon. Cael, he thought.
Watching what’s mine.
He should kill him. He will kill him.
The thought came sharp, instinctive, familiar. But something else threaded through it now, irritating and persistent—curiosity. Calculation. The sense that the board had changed, and one did not sweep pieces off a board that had only just become interesting. Especially not when prophecy loved to hide its turning points inside small, quiet interruptions.
Not yet, he decided.
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