Night 3: The Biblical End

　　"Dad, today is my seventeenth birthday, and as promised, I've picked out another good book for myself. If you don't want to go to sleep yet, do you want me to read you a passage. Uh... you want to? No? Dad, are you nodding or shaking your head!" Evina pouted and complained intimately. Her face was always looking towards the sky because she believed that her father would be an angel living in heaven.

　　"Then wait, don't fall asleep, I'll bring it." No matter how tired she was, Yvonne was always instantly energized when she was able to read to her father the article she had chosen.

　　Smoothly turning on the small, worn lamp on her desk, she turned to search for one of those sky-blue handbags reserved for bookstores.

　　"Put it there? ... Ah, found it!" On the pure wooden floor, the hand strap gave off a cool blue light under the light. Yvonne stepped lightly, but the floor still made a 'creaking' sound.

　　A head of long black hair hung loose on her shoulders with a 'crunch' sound. In the blink of an eye as she took hold of the blue handbag, the residual lights plummeted out, and the atmosphere was eerie to the point of horror ...

　　Evina quickly returned to the table, and after a moment, the faintly bright light from the window calmed her fearful heart.

　　"Really, why are you so timid. There are no ghosts in this world, dad must be laughing at me right now ..."

　　Evina settled her mind and hastily opened her handbag, carefully taking out the ancient book. Even though there was no light shining on it, the ancient book did not lose any of its eye-catching appearance. Or rather, the darker the place, the more it accentuated the book's 'aura'.

　　Before, in the dim basement, she had found it; and now, under such a dark night sky, simply by the cool moonlight, she, to recite it ... What a book of preference for darkness.

　　"The Beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

　　The earth is empty and chaotic. The surface of the abyss is dark. The Spirit of God operates on the waters.

　　God said, Let there be light, and there was light.

　　God saw that the light was good and separated the light from the darkness.

　　God calls the light day and the darkness night. And there was evening and there was morning, and this is the first day."

　　Surprisingly, it's the Bible?

　　However, the red words, printed on black card stock, were as real as blood about to flow.

　　Unable to help herself, she turned to the second page and the third ... The ancient book inexplicably drew her in.

　　At midnight, the curtain was dark, swallowing up the beautiful starlight one by one.

　　Evina didn't feel the passage of time at all, her mind immersed in the scarlet pages.

　　Until the late night chill woke her up slightly.

　　Tightening the sweater around her body, Yvonne hurriedly closed the crack in the window, but still was too late to stop the last of the cold wind from encroaching.

　　"It's cold ..." rubbing her frozen palms, Evina shivered.

　　When she'd managed to warm her fingers, she glanced at the book on the table that had been tossed about its pages due to that gust of wind.

　　Wind? Were the pages blown over by the wind?

　　This heavy book she struggled to lift even with her hands, let alone the wind ...

　　Too late to ponder these questions, she was surprised to find that the page number had reached the end of the book.

　　Page 1204 ... has a small black line in the footer

　　What was left was a whole lot of fishy red.

　　Relying on the vague moonlight, Yvonne was yet more intent on reading the words.

　　Finally, she could see it, but she couldn't help herself from spitting it out.

　　"This, then, is the end of the Bible.

　　I would sell my soul and ask to be sunk."

　　Before she could fully come to consciousness, a sharp pain in her throat caused Evina's face to twitch. A strong gore from spilled out of her mouth.

　　One Drop, Two Drops ...

　　The scarlet pages absorbed her blood as if they were alive. The black letters on the end page were gradually swallowed by the color red.

　　The cover of the ancient book had lost its original ornate and eye-catching appearance and was replaced by an ugly symbol.

　　In her last moments of consciousness, Evina closed the book tightly, and flames began to burn from its edges. Until the moment she was about to pass out, she saw that it was no longer the heavy book in her hand, but rather, after it had burned out, an almost rotting piece of white paper.

　　Instead, it was steeped with her name, stamped with her blood.

　　Is this a pact with the devil?