*Adriel's POV*
I opened my eyes to the same darkness that had swallowed me whole for what felt like an eternity. My body was heavy, my limbs refusing to move, but I knew the truth of where I was. The demon world had no mercy, no end. This place wasn't meant for the living or the dead—it was meant for the tortured.
And here, my torturer was me.
I felt him before I saw him, a presence so familiar it made my stomach twist. He wore my face, my body, even my voice. But it was wrong—his smile too sharp, his eyes too cold, as though someone had stripped away the little shred of humanity I owned and left only the monster.
"She will have to die–and by your hand."it declared in an eerie montone.
I didn't reply,I didn't have to.I don't know how long he has been trying to drill the idea into my head,but I knew he was getting more frustrated with every attempt.
