Fear crawled underneath Rosamund's skin. She never knew that one day she would be terrified of someone in the living world because who knew the Devil would personally come to torture her. Sweat trickled down from the side of her face.
She couldn't die, nor could she live here.
Vladimir raised his hand, placing his hand on Rosamund's cheek, and she gulped.
"I find it fascinating to see things to be delivered to you, the same way you tried to hunt Constance just because you thought you could. The audacity you must have, did you think you would get away from your sins?" questioned Vladimir, his voice turned cold like Winter.
Lucy felt a chill run down her body with the way the Devil questioned her aunt.
"I-I didn't know. I d-didn't know she was your daughter, if I knew, I-I would have n-never-"
