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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
135 Chs

A bounty on their heads

Nervously, filled with the wary apprehension of another outburst and quite unable to look at the chilling gaze of the two siblings, I take my seat beside Valerian. There is an awkward silence that descends across the room as tensions settle to a simmering unease, and across the room, Nora looks as if she could murder a man.

Perhaps she could.

The last to take his seat is Alastor, dropping down the other side of Valerian and smiling wanly, as though to say:

"It will be alright."

But another glance over to Nora, who practically prickles with spite, and I find my mind is not so easily reassured.

On the seat next to me, Tarquin leans over, tapping my hand fondly, winking slyly as he whispers into a cupped hand:

"Don't mind Nora, she is just jealous you got to stay in Valerian's room last night," he chuckles, before pouring me out a cup of tea. Slinking my fingers around the handle of the cup, I take it with a grateful look, hoping to hide my blush under the steam of the tea.