A chill washed over Ayan as Nitya's words settled into the silence between them. "I have many names, Ayan," Nitya said smoothly, his eyes narrowing with a dark amusement. "Master of the Universe, Devil, Lucifer, Antichrist, Demon…" He paused, letting the words sink in before his lips curled into a grin. "And the famous one… Satan."
Ayan's eyes widened, disbelief battling with dread. "Satan?" he echoed voice low, almost a whisper.
Nitya's smile widened. "But you," he said, stepping forward with a mockingly warm expression, "call me your friend."
Ayan's voice wavered as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Adya and the inspector…"
But Nitya interrupted with a dark chuckle, his gaze steady and unnerving. "Oh? You're still not listening, are you?" His voice dripped with condescension, each word precise, stinging. "Blaming me for Adya now? You could have saved her any time. All she ever needed was your love, Ayan."
