The eastern sky gradually lightened, pale silver spreading across the horizon as dawn approached. The sun rose slowly, painting the world in soft shades of gold.
When the first ray of sunlight slipped through the window, Setan finally closed his eyes.
No matter how much he wished otherwise, the moment he dreaded had arrived.
After a brief pause, he rose from his seat and entered the washroom. He took his time cleaning himself thoroughly, paying attention to every detail.
Once finished, he dressed in his finest clothes and carefully groomed himself. Every strand of hair was arranged perfectly, every crease smoothed away.
Only then did he head for the kitchen.
Using everything he had learned about Nina's tastes, he prepared an elaborate breakfast with painstaking care. Dish after dish filled the table, each one chosen specifically because he knew she enjoyed it.
When everything was ready, he waited quietly for her to wake.
The moment Nina stepped outside, she spotted him.
