2025-04-11 07:00:36Lucifer’s reflection remained still for a moment, then he leaned forward, his eyes glinting like two crimson stars caught in mist. His voice slithered through the bathroom, low and coaxing.
“Put it on,” he said, with the calm insistence of a serpent in Eden. “It’s time.”I said nothing. My breath fogged the mirror as I stood there, naked and soaked beneath the lingering steam. The pendant rested in my hand, warm now—too warm. I stared at it in silence, the weight of its ancient presence anchoring itself deeper into my palm.Thump.It pulsed again, a faint glow rising from its core, as if it were... calling to me.“Put it on,” Lucifer urged again, this time more eagerly, his voice louder, vibrating through the walls of the room, through my chest. “It’s meant for you.”And then I heard them.The voices.Whispers, low and layered, echoing from the pendant like a thousand forgotten prayers tangled in time.
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