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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
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135 Chs

Affection

"Come now, chérie. I own this palace, I could go anywhere I like. Though if you don't mind, I might take the armchair tonight?" he suggests, flexing out his wings as he stretches his body, sending a series of pops clicking down his back. Inwardly I wince.

I suppose it is quite the miracle that someone as old as he is- some thousands of years or so (though at this point it would probably hardly matter to him), that he is still in the peak physical condition that he is. Aside from a few cracking joints, the Devil seems to have fared rather well, though I can hardly say the same for myself. Then again, perhaps comparing myself to an immortal, near god creature isn't the wisest thing to do.

"The arm chair?" I snicker with an incredulous laugh. Fiddling with the cuffs of my shirt, I snort a little. It would seem Valerian never ceases to amuse me- the arm chair, really? Whoever willingly chooses to sleep on that!