Chapter 4
For days afterward, Dante’s dream haunted him so much he was almost afraid to go to sleep at night, afraid it would come back. He spent hours looking at his scarred wrists and trying to remember more about the man with the horns who made his home in the dark. But there was another man. A man he met the first night. A man who kept his face hidden in the darkness of a hoodie. He remembered seeing his cat eyes and hearing the words that rang in his ears.
Don’t you understand? Isn’t it coming clear yet? This is the night of your birth, Dante. You were born in a lab deep in the earth. Your creator is Satan…
Dante’s eyes widened at the memory.
Satan!
With the name came memories of an open chest, a beating heart, arteries everywhere. Veins, tissue, and then there were little flashe
