“Emily Dickinson,” Dalila said immediately. “Wait… how did that happen?”
“She called out to me while delirious with fever only hours before her death,” Samael replied calmly. “In exchange for her soul, I gave her the recognition she never received while alive.”
Dalila stared at him.
“And then she became immortal.”
Just like I will one day.
The thought came uninvited.
“Tell me another.”
Samael’s smile deepened faintly.
“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”
Dalila recognized that quote instantly.
“Oscar Wilde.”
A laugh escaped her before she could stop it.
“So a man who made a deal with the Devil ended up writing a novel about a man who makes a deal with the Devil?”
The irony nearly killed her.
“The true story behind The Picture of Dorian Gray is somehow
