Etaya's gaze widened in the dark cell of the celestial prison. She tightened her hold on the chains. A cool slip of energy caressed her back and she froze. Her chest seized with unknown fear.
No, she thought, as she closed her eyes. This couldn't be true. She was not sure that she could trust the sensation on her back—the gooey, cold, slither like that of a snake. It was merely her mind playing tricks.
But then it grew stronger as it slithered further up, and Etaya heard him speak through the dense fog that had gathered around him and her, "I was waiting to get close to you, wifeeee," Seraph hissed in a familiar voice that sounded muffled sound of like nails against glass.
Etaya stilled as her body trembled. Tension crept in her soul. Her lips quivered and in a shaky voice she said, "Wh— what are you doing here? H— how did you find me?"
