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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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Dreyfus' tale and the realm of the dead

"So, you and Dreyfus used to be enemies?" I ask, slightly flabbergast as I turn to him now in shock. With a dizzying grin, Valerian turns his head to meet my gaze, playfully pressing his finger against my sternum as though to dispel the look that dances on my face. His eyes twinkle nefariously under the half light of the room, his tail curling around my thigh in a manner that would almost seem mischievous. Yet he seems entirely distracted by something on my face.

That is something I am quick to find out.