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May you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you’re dead.
If the Devil wanted to drag me back to hell now, he was going to need a fucking body bag.
If the Devil had been God’s most beautiful angel, then Kellen wasn’t just his son. He was the Prince of Darkness himself.
Kellen was reduced to nothing more than a festering pile of ashes, and in the spot where he sat, the Devil took his place.
“Is fíor bhur ngrá,” Kellen recited, his voice as soft and sad as his haunted gaze. “We have eternity, remember? Maybe I’ll deserve you by then.”
“I would love nothin’ more than to haunt these woods with you for eternity.”
