The Devil Doesn't Show Its Tail (8)
The shadows stirred in the corner of the room, but nothing revealed itself. Devils never show their tails until the moment they strike.
I sat in the dim lamplight, fingers tracing the edge of the scroll that had arrived under suspicious circumstances. The air felt heavier than usual, as if the very walls were listening.
This isn't a game anymore. One wrong move and the mask slips.
The system had glitched again, spitting out errors instead of guidance. Maybe it was a warning. Or maybe someone was tampering with the threads of fate I had so carefully woven.
I leaned back, letting the silence wrap around me like a lover's embrace. In this world of swapped destinies and silk-veiled ambitions, the purest weapon was always the one kept hidden.
Tomorrow the court would convene, beautiful warlords with sharpened smiles would circle like predators, and I would be ready. Because unlike them, I knew exactly when to bare my fangs.
The candle flame flickered once, twice, then held steady. A faint smile crossed my lips in the darkness.
Let them think the devil was tame. Let them chase shadows without tails.
When the time came, they would learn the truth in the most intimate, devastating way possible.