Previous chapter:
Chapter 43: A New Friend
PREVIEW
... n a damp, dark room. Long-forgotten papers were scattered across the floor, covered in so many dirty footsteps it was impossible to tell what was written on them anymore. The Devil leaned, hunched over the empty desk, chewing on one of his fingers. It had become a bad habit of his, biting down on a thumb or pinkie any time he became stressed. It had gotten so bad, in fact, that he regularly bit down hard enough to accidentally draw blood. But some small wounds on a finger were the least of his w ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE