The Devil’s Son-In-Law

Her eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses, pools of dark mystery, met mine with an intensity that almost sent a shiver down my spine. I was out of my element dealing with gods and devils. I could deal with men of all sorts, beasts, and even demons but godlike beings and eldritch horrors were a stretch.

As much as I had changed, I was still, in essence, John Avery the low-income engineer. A man who died of a heart attack caused by stress.

Ignoring the faint unease that lingered, I brought the glass to my lips and took a long, deliberate sip, savoring the rich flavor as it danced on my palate. In the silence that stretched between us, the atmosphere crackled with an electric tension, each moment filled with unspoken desire and forbidden curiosity.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, there was a strange allure to the woman before me, drawing me deeper into her enigmatic presence with every passing second.