Mara

I was about to start my final plan but that wretched Devil's arrival drew me back now, her mewling now fall in the pack.

But I most get the the white soul for myself.

"Who does she even think she is?" I yelled and stormed out of the room.

My web stood poised to claim the prize, needing but final delicate tensions applied before the trap sprang shut. Then destiny's ordained rituals proceeded swiftly before illusion of maternal protection solidified firm. The timing must prove flawless, or long laid schemes came to ruin when quarry wriggled free.

"This white soul is mine!" I muttered my teeth ground reflexive as...