Malika swallowed, standing in front of her was the ruler of darkness, King of the underworld, the embodiment of evil itself.
Her breathing came out forced and shallow as she fixed her gaze on him with wary keenness, fear cramming her mind as she pondered on what she had done to encounter the devil itself.
"You should be afraid, but I'm not here to hurt you." His voice rang in the air like dark clouds rumbling softly, it was calm but the brewing storm hidden beneath his tone was discernible.
She was torn between whether to be more afraid now or less afraid, but either way, his presence there conveyed an inauspicious meaning to her, after all a visit from the devil was certainly not for a pleasing reason.
"W-What do you want from me?" She managed to speak out, her voice slightly higher than a whisper but it still cracked with fear as she spoke.
