Watching and Waiting

The screen bursts with static for a moment before transitioning to a room filled with pitch darkness, save for a single, bright spotlighting shining down. Sitting in the center of that spotlight is none other than Jacob Mephisto. He sits cross-legged, his black hair hanging loosely about his shoulders.

Mephisto looks up into the camera, pale gray eyes seeing something beyond. He speaks in a voice that promises good tidings, but is betrayed by a poisonous undertone.

Mephisto: I’ve learned something. I’ve learned what it means to become a footnote in someone’s career.

There’s a pause. A flash of anger crosses his face, but is quickly replaced by a smirk that never reaches his eyes.

Mephisto: It’s the last time that will happen. I’m watching. I’m waiting. And soon?

The smirk broadens into a smile. Those eyes twinkle with bad intentions.

Mephisto: Soon I’ll be the whole book you just can’t put down. It’s only a matter of time…

The screen bursts with static again before we’re left in darkness.