Time to stop procrastinating and delaying the inevitable.
The wall in front of me suddenly vanishes, unlike last time when I came through here with Lamar.
There’s a room I don’t know in front of me. A huge, ornate bedroom with a large bed even bigger than the one the boys built for me at home.
I whirl around, trying to take in my surroundings and wondering how I just ended up in here, but I stop as a cold sweat breaks out over me.
Leaning against the wall like he’s been expecting me all day is none other than Lucifer himself.
He’s smirking at me, a dark, lethal look to his gaze.
“Hello, Paca. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Silence of the Lambs flashes through my mind. Along with Darth Vader. It’s a scary combo.
“That’s not creepy at all,” I mutter under my breath.
Clearing my throat, I stare at him like I’m not terrified. What a fearless fool I was to think this would be no big deal.
I’ve stood before him in the past without pissing myself. However, he’s a hell of a lot more intimidating when I’m in whole form.
“I came here to kill you,” I tell him, smiling darkly as I begin the ruse of pretending I’m really The Apocalypse.
“Oh?” he drawls, his lips curving out in a smile, as though that pleases him in some twisted way.
Lunatic.
Or maybe he’s just that unafraid of me, which means I likely can’t kill him. Damn it.
“But, thanks to last night’s movie night, I’ve just decided to take a different route,” I tell him, glancing down at my nails like they’re fascinating, while secretly watching him with a wary peripheral.
“And what, dear daughter, might that be?”
He’s still smirking when I look up.
With a steady voice and a creepy smile of my own, I answer, “I came to make a deal with the Devil.”
End of book 2