[3 days left.]
Sam dismissed the timer floating in front of him, its cold glow fading into the haze.
He didn't need a reminder of the ticking clock that loomed over his every move.
The encounter with Asmodeus still echoed within him, and no matter how composed he remained on the outside, there was no denying it, something felt off.
'If you don't come down there by then, I'll come to your world myself.'
Those words hadn't just been a threat. They were a promise.
And that was the problem. It wasn't as though Asmodeus was restricted.
There was no binding force stopping him from tearing through the barrier between this realm and Earth.
If he wanted to descend upon the cities of humanity and leave only ruin in his path, he could do it.
He just… didn't.
That silence, that patience, was intentional.
Which meant only one thing. They didn't want Earth right now. They wanted Sam.
And that realization only made the unease worse.
'Or maybe there are rules that I don't know about.'
