A Devil Prays

Suddenly as if by some divine intervention, the heavens seemed to heed his silent plea, and a surge of indomitable strength coursed through him, reclaiming dominion over his own destiny. With a resolute determination, he materialized outside the car, a steadfast guardian standing unwaveringly before Maria, shielding her from the wrathful onslaught that loomed ominously on the horizon.

Satan, bearing the harrowing scars of his confrontation with the unimaginable, emerged like a specter of vengeance, his visage marred by the ravages of celestial fury. His countenance, a haunting testament to the cataclysmic clash that had transpired, bore witness to the relentless ferocity that defined his essence.

In a chilling display of otherworldly power, Satan, his features obscured by the shroud of his own torment, lunged at Maria with a formidable weapon, a trident forged from the very essence of his wrath. The air crackled with an undercurrent of raw, unbridled malice, the weight of his malevolen