Three Trials (The Dark Side Book 2)(64)

And I can’t help but wonder if maybe my death wasn’t to prevent such a thing. Why did my paintings come down? Why can’t my name be uttered in hell? What if I’m the bad guy? It’d clearly make sense.

We can’t keep searching for answers in a home that doesn’t have them, when all the answers are in hell. No matter how much we prepare, we don’t have enough information to ever truly be ready for what happens next.

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.”