C156 Sways at the brink of darkness

Asmodeus paused, his foot hovering inches above the glistening trap. His crimson gaze flicked to her, his expression unreadable as he lowered his foot back onto solid ground.

Bellatrix’s eyes darted to the floor, the gleam of the oil confirming her worst suspicions. Her fists clenched at her sides, a storm of emotions swirling within her—rage, frustration, and a flicker of fear