When she finished singing the song she could see that Mephistopheles was sitting besides her perching on the broken marble railing.
“You have been there since the night of my coming of age haven’t you?” asked Eloa as she looked at the raven with red eyes and Siren, her gray cat snuggled near her feet. She did not have to wait long for the portal to open…the three signs of her ancestry…one for her mother who had died in protecting her..one for the father who had sold her soul to the Devil and one for herself…the only one of her kind.
“Welcome Princess…you have been expected for quite a long time,” said Azazel as he stood behind the door. He was still in his human form but Eloa could see the demon lurking behind.
But before she could step inside she heard his voice breaking the spell.
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