( she doesn't answer, not immediately. vanessa wanted to back away from the conversation, to no longer have her past on display, effectively. but vanessa wasn't in the habit of running from something just because it was uncomfortable )

I didn't want to believe it. ( though she'd had no choice but to. the same with all of the other weird shit in her life. some of it vanessa had never questioned but the rest-- she hadn't believed that they were in space. that had been harder to accept than vampires or the devil )

To believe that the devil was hunting me? That he had an eternal quest for my soul?

( there's distaste in her words just at the memory. lucifer is a sore subject and a large part of her past )

So no, it isn't just a sense of dread.