“There is if you’re not the only devil here.” Nina pulled a small vial from her pocket—holy water from the cathedral’s hidden spring, blessed by a priest who had once been an exorcist. “You said you never lie. You never said you were invincible.”
Vico stepped forward first. “Take me. I’ve got nothing left.” gangster the cop the devil
She threw it at his feet. The liquid didn’t hiss or burn—it screamed . The ground cracked. Mr. Morning staggered, his form flickering between a beautiful man and a charred thing with too many teeth. “There is if you’re not the only devil here
He explained it then: the contracts were already activating. Every name on that list would now die by suicide, accident, or madness before dawn—unless one of them made a new deal. One soul, freely given, to cancel the rest. “Take me
Behind them, slow applause. Mr. Morning stepped from the shadows, unhurried, unarmed. He looked at them both like a father disappointed by gifted children.
“And you’re a cop who let a monster manipulate her for years,” Vico shot back. “We’re both damned. But those people on the list? They’re just names on paper. They didn’t choose this.”