Heavy lightning flashes raced across the darkened sky, with the wind howling heavily over the small garden trees, shedding across the entrance doors where Ismael stood. Smirking heavily, with glued lips and a jawline which stretched forth from his cheeks, Ismael stood accompanied by an unlikely friend.
"Welcome, everyone," Ismael said, emerging from the entrance of the house's threshold, walking through the windy room, as he stopped right before a sofa, laying eyes on his most hated nemesis.
"What brings your demon self to my home?" Alexis Fernando spoke, flashing across her poor, really disintegrated eyes.
The wrinkles on her face were vivid, unable to be hidden by the overly caked makeup plastered on her skin, clearly reeking of greed as she awaited the arrival of the Fernando's lawye
