"Should I let him take your life instead?"
With the blink of an eye, the Prince of Hell vanished. Before Jon could even react, the sinister presence reappeared behind him, breathing a cold, shadowy mist down his neck. This very breath, tainted with darkness, felt as if it mirrored the abyss of his soul.
"I'll grant you a reprieve this time, young one," he whispered with a voice like the hiss of a snake. "But summon me again, whether by intent or accident, and there will be no mercy. Your severed head will be my prize."
Luna tried to suppress her shiver, the chilling image of her beheaded form haunting her thoughts. As she mustered her courage, the demon's hollow laughter echoed eerily one last time. In a wisp of smoke, he vanished, leaving only the dim luminescence that soon extinguished.
