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The Devil's Consort

[MATURE CONTENT] They say the devil has no soul, that his heart had frozen over as soon as he was cast down from the heavens and tumbled straight into hell. They say a man like him could never love, that he is merely an empty shell devoid of romantics, driven only by the twisted nature of his games, the thrilling chill of lust, and of death. But I know differently. Some say he is beautiful- dancing through the night with a seductive sway of his body and a tender caress of his honeyed word that could make any mortal fall, others berate him as a monster. When I was younger, I never used to know what to believe. Never knew which legends told the truth, and which ones voiced a lie. Until one day, I tumbled straight into hell- straight into him. And that's when my whole world changed forever.

Wolfgirl1215 · Fantaisie
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"Or don't, fine. You know, its really not that hard to figure out," she snickers, attempting a grin until a shock of bright white light flashes through the bindings at her wrists, causing that grin to swiftly collapse on itself with an excruciating wince. Behind her, Dreyfus' jaw tenses from agitation, her impertinent and rather arrogant remarks clearly getting to him. In any other circumstances, there would have been some objections on lifting a finger towards a valuable prisoner, but in this case, nobody seems to bat an eye.

She gets what she deserves.

Another shock runs through her body, signalled by a blinding white flash from the point of her restraints. With a groan, she bends over double, biting the inside of her cheeks to stave off a cry that might signify any sort of weakness.