KELILAH'S POV
"This? What is this?!"
A wave of confusion and dread rippled through me as I stared at the parchment in my trembling hand. The script—dark, ancient, and almost alive—felt eerily similar to what I had seen etched on the stone walls of the abandoned cathedral. Both writings spoke of Lucifer, of something dark and unholy. But there was a crucial difference: the church walls warned of celestial alignment, while this parchment spoke of blood, sacrifice, and the rise of the "True One."
My breath hitched. My heartbeat became a thunderous drum in my chest.
I needed answers. Desperately. Either I unearthed the truth now or forever lived under the shroud of deception. I had already made that decision a long time ago. More than anything I was determined to find out the truth and fin
