One step from hell

A mere breath away from damnation, the sinister voice murmurs, “If divinity holds no appeal for you… perhaps darkness does?” The devil’s seductive promise coils around the wounded soul of an abused child, offering false salvation. “Form a pact with me,” it hisses, “and should your heart truly yearn, three desires shall be yours to claim.” The words drip with honeyed poison, twisting desperation into dangerous opportunity. Shadows seem to lean closer as the offer hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken consequences. Each syllable carries the weight of eternal consequences, wrapped in the guise of fleeting relief. The child’s ragged breathing echoes in the void between salvation and ruin. Temptation wears the mask of liberation, its true nature hidden beneath layers of false comfort. The devil’s bargain presents itself not as chains, but as keys to imagined freedom. In this moment of vulnerability, hell extends its hand wearing velvet gloves. The price of those three wishes remains carefully unspoken, lurking behind each sweetly whispered word.