Promised to the Tyrant
I muffle my sobs.
I am pulled out of self-pity by an almost growl-like sound, and I see the devil glaring at Set. He looks deadly, and everybody backs off, putting our heads down in submission, but Set looks unaffected and continues to smile casually.
Everyone and everything goes quiet, both the brothers are giving each other this weird look, it’s like they are communicating but not talking. If I didn’t know better, it would say that they are having a private conversation in their heads.
With every second as the silence prolongs, I can feel Lucifer Agosti getting madder and madder, his eyes become even more menacing.