temptation

The crisp autumn air filled Digory's lungs as he stared at the yellow and green rings in his hand. He was nervous, for substantial reasons. They were his uncle Andrew's magic rings, capable of transporting people between worlds. His Uncle, despite being a magician, had acknowledged that he himself did not understand their full capabilities.

Wormwood, the apprentice demon, was sure of his victory. He had been working tirelessly on his human subject, calculating his every move. His efforts seem to be finally culminating in success. The man, once a devoted believer, was now questioning the existence of God himself. Wormwood's master, Screwtape, would certainly be pleased.