There is a fine line between confidence and overconfidence and the devil is ever watchful. A misstep and I was in his snare.

After all the tests I had given, all the bloodshed, there was still another to overcome. Oh when would this agony stop? When would it become okay to stop looking back, to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop?

But self-deception is a cruel test, one that forced me to look in the mirror and see what I was becoming. Was this to become the end result? Was this to be my masterpiece? Had I learnt nothing from the tower and the sun?

It had been so easy to slip back into the old ways that I hadn’t even noticed. If there is one lesson I should have learnt it was I cannot run from myself or the devil. But what if I was the devil?

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