The air was damp and clammy, clinging to her skin like a cold invisible hand to her body, her voice had been lost to the chilling wind, even as she struggled to form words, specifically a cry for help.
She wanted to call for Draco's help which was quite ironic because he was supposed to be her enemy not her saviour, but logically, he was her husband and bond mate, he was entitled to save her from the dark entity known as Lucifer who was standing right in front of her.
The Devil stared down at her in silence, his face devoid of any emotions, immune to the fragility of humanity or the emotions they portrayed whatsoever, his fiery golden ember eyes illuminated a dark fire from within, one that burned through the depths of one's soul.
"W-What do you want from me?" She managed to say in a smattering breath, her heart pounding hard against her ribcage harder than she could have ever fathomed.
