Back In Time

Wit

                                                                                     Elara 

As I delved deeper into my research on demons, I came across descriptions of their appearance in ancient texts and folklore. Normal demons were often depicted as grotesque creatures, with twisted horns, leathery wings, and eyes that burned with an otherworldly fire. They were the stuff of nightmares, monstrous beings that struck fear into the hearts of mortals.

But as I compared these descriptions to the image of Malachi that lingered in my mind, I realized that he was nothing like the demons of legend. He didn't have the twisted horns or leathery wings of a typical demon. Instead, he appeared almost human, with a handsome face and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me.

And then it hit me like a bolt of lightning – Malachi wasn't just any demon. He was the ruler of hell itself, a being of unimaginable power and darkness. It explained his command over the shadows, his ability to appear and disappear at will. He was no mere trickster; he was a force to be reckoned with, a being of malevolent intent.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, a chill ran down my spine. I had been playing a dangerous game, dancing on the edge of oblivion without even realizing it. And now that I knew the truth about Malachi, I realized just how much was at stake.

But even as fear gripped my heart, a spark of defiance flickered within me. I may have been drawn into Malachi's web of deception, but I refused to let him control me any longer. I would find a way to break free from his grasp, no matter the cost.

As I dwelled further on Malachi's appearance, the image of him etched itself into my mind with startling clarity. He possessed an aura of otherworldly allure that defied description, his features both mesmerizing and unsettling.

His face, while undeniably handsome, bore the weight of eons of darkness. His eyes, like pools of midnight, seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, revealing glimpses of the abyss that lurked within. They held a depth of knowledge and cruelty that sent a shiver down my spine, a chilling reminder of the power he wielded.

His hair cascaded around his shoulders like a veil of shadows, its inky blackness seeming to absorb the light around him. It moved as if alive, swirling and shifting with each subtle movement, like tendrils of darkness reaching out to ensnare unsuspecting prey.

But it was his presence that truly set him apart from any mortal or demon I had ever encountered. There was an aura of authority that surrounded him, a palpable sense of power that commanded respect and fear in equal measure. It was as if he were a force of nature, a primal force of darkness and chaos that could not be tamed or controlled.

And as I gazed upon him, the realization of who he truly was sent a chill coursing through my veins. Malachi was not just a demon – he was the ruler of hell itself, a being of unimaginable power and darkness. And now that I knew the truth, I realized just how dangerous my situation truly was.

His form exuded an eerie elegance, draped in garments that seemed to shift and swirl with the subtle movements of the shadows. His presence commanded attention, drawing the eye even as it inspired a primal fear.

The contours of his physique hinted at an underlying strength, honed over centuries of ruling over the darkest depths of existence. Every movement he made was deliberate, every gesture calculated to instill awe and dread in those who dared to cross his path.

But it was the aura of darkness that clung to him like a cloak that truly set him apart. It was a palpable presence, a tangible reminder of the depths of depravity and despair that lay within him. It seemed to seep into every corner of the room, suffusing the air with a sense of foreboding that made my skin crawl.

And as I stood there, face to face with the embodiment of evil itself, I knew that I was staring into the abyss. Malachi was not just a demon – he was the epitome of all that was dark and twisted in the world, a being whose very existence threatened to unravel the fabric of reality itself.

But even as fear gripped me, a spark of defiance flared within me. I may have been facing the ruler of hell, but I refused to bow down before him. I would find a way to break free from his grasp, no matter the cost.

Malachi's piercing gaze bore into mine, a sardonic smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "So, Elara," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "what exactly brings a mortal like you to the dark and twisted world of demonology?"

I returned his smirk with one of my own, refusing to let him see how unsettled his presence made me feel. "Oh, you know," I replied, matching his tone with equal sarcasm, "just thought I'd dabble in a little light reading. Figured demons might make for some interesting bedtime stories."

His laughter echoed through the room, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Because nothing says 'pleasant dreams' like tales of hellfire and damnation."

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a snort of derision. "Well, you know what they say," I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Knowledge is power. And who knows, maybe I'll pick up a few pointers on how to deal with pesky demons like yourself."

Malachi's laughter filled the air once again, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Oh, Elara," he said, his voice tinged with amusement, "you really are something else. But I suppose I should thank you for taking such an interest in my kind. After all, it's not every day that a mortal seeks to understand the darkness that lurks within."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "Just doing my part to expand my horizons," I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm. "But who knows, maybe I'll regret it when I'm burning in the fiery pits of hell for all eternity."

And as we traded barbs with the ease of old adversaries, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Malachi's interest in me than met the eye. But for now, I would play along, matching his sarcasm with my own until the bitter end.

Malachi's laughter subsided into a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Ah, Elara," he said, his voice tinged with mock sincerity, "I'm sure you'll find a way to charm your way out of hell when the time comes."

I rolled my eyes, refusing to be drawn into his game. "Oh, I'm counting on it," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "After all, who wouldn't want to spend eternity with delightful company like yours?"

His smirk widened, a glimmer of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Well, I must say, love," he said, his voice tinged with mock admiration, "you certainly know how to flatter a demon."

I shrugged, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "What can I say?" I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm. "I've always had a way with words."

As we bantered back and forth, trading barbs and sarcasm with the ease of old adversaries, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to our encounter than met the eye. But for now, I would play along, matching Malachi's wit with my own until the bitter end. After all, in a game of wits with the ruler of hell, there were no winners, only survivors.

A/N

This chapter was a little better than the last.

I have a couple more chapters in the vault that I have scheduled to come out so don't worry about it because they're for sure coming.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed  this chapter

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