The Devil’s Arrival

Klaus continued to stare at the empty chair Arabella had just vacated.

He watched it with sad eyes as her words continued to echo in his ears. He knew she was right, he had lied to her, but she surely could not have expected him to say the truth, could she?

It would have been absurd to do so! He wondered why she would not at least try to see everything else from his perspective.

She was hurting him, a whole lot.

He rose from his seat and pushed his plates away. She had helped him carry everything else besides the ceramic plate he had used to eat.

He abandoned the plate in the dinning room and started to walk towards his living room, when he heard a knock on his door.

Klaus narrowed his eyes on the iron door as he stood in the corridor. He was not expecting any visitor that night, but Delilah had been able to find her way to his house without an invitation earlier that day.

Perhaps Markus was here to see how he was doing. His best friend was never one to arrive without informing