she always saw its face. in her nightmares, her reflection, glimpses of passing strangers. it was impossible to forget, really. not many mortals had seen the face of the devil and stayed sane. she wasn't even sure she was sane anymore.
even ten years after that night, she could still see it. violent red skin, like a new dawn of evil, made up his face. veins of black, glittering blood spiderwebbed across his face. the glowing eyes that seared into her brain, her very soul.
an eternity of this? how can she last?
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crossroads
Paranormalthe devil smiled at her from below. "this will be so much fun."
