can we please please please have a little more of the devil will fic? thank you!!!!
Alright nonny, here’s another 100 words for you.
Hannibal’s icy hand is warmed to the bone inside the man’s strong grip. “Who are you?” he asks, snow crunching beneath his boots as they near the shed where Mischa lies.
“I have many names,” he says, “but you can call me Will.”
“Are you God?”
Will smiles. His blue eyes glow, a flash of orange and red. “Not exactly. But I did hear your prayers.”
Hannibal’s eyes fix on the shed’s half-open door. “Can you save her?”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for her,” Will says. “But not for you. Tell me, little one, what does your heart desire?”