The Devil in Me

on. The whispers of the townsfolk echoed in her mind, their speculations about the darkness that lurked within

the woods, a sense of otherworldly energy permeated the air, heightening her senses. The Devil's voice, a sedu

s, their ethereal forms illuminated by an otherworldly glow. Unfazed by their presence, Amelia

al fingers. A hushed silence settled over the landscape, broken only by the rustling of leaves beneath

he center stood an ancient stone pedestal, adorned with arcane symbols that seemed to pulse with a malevolent

more insistent, coaxing her to claim what was rightfully hers. Her hand trembled as she reached

lm her. With a decisive motion, she grasped the artifact, feeling a surge of dark energy coursing through h

sformation taking place, continued with their mundane lives. They had yet to discover