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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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What you make me feel

I suppose I am a part of that now, too. After all, I am his consort.

"So," I continue, twiddling a small twig between my fingers without fully looking at him. "You love love Dreyfus and Tarquin as brothers and comrades, I suppose you aren't so heartless," I joke, giving him a small prod in the ribs. Valerian rolls his eyes with a mild exasperation, but decides to play along anyway.

"Enough proof for you yet?"

"Mm, not quite," I hum, attempting to hide my smile through a screen of white hair. Then all at once a flush if nerves overcomes me. What is wrong with me? We are just talking!