“Nah, that’s Zayne’s job. Now be quiet, I need to concentrate.”
Just as Isabelle asks the villagers to close their eyes (& Zayne shushes Therdeo because he’s about to argue just how the hell could James see or hear them from up here), James begins to mumble a foreign language.
‘I will find you in the deepest and darkest parts of hell where nothing ever truly dies. I will consume both of you slowly, inch by inch, over and over again, until the devil himself pleads mercy on your behalf—so that even there, even then, you will remain inside me forever.’
The thought of it traveling outward, of finding its way back to them by one means or another, fills Sylas with something dangerously close to joy, and so he smiles again.
Inside, the letter reads:
@BlueprintOT Zucker terrifies me. Told me he was too lazy to do anything so we just sat on the beach and talked for hours on end, even though the entire day I couldn't stop thinking about what if that perfectly round mouth of his sucks me in like a vacuum? Will that be what they call karma?