The sky above the Devil's Playground hadn't changed much in 250 years. Still bruised with streaks of red and gold, still thick with the scent of ash and promise. But the world beneath it? That was a different story entirely.
Gone were the ruined cities and scorched earth. In their place stood empires forged in blood and fire, built by the very monsters who once tore the world apart. Now, they ruled it. Carefully. Watchfully. And at the center of it all, sitting cross-legged on the edge of a rooftop garden made from skulls and roses, was the Devil herself.
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I was sipping my coffee when I heard the sound of boots approaching behind me. Not hesitant, not frightened—too heavy for that. Confident. Familiar.
