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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.

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"Do you remember what I told you before about how power and transformation are linked to your emotions?" he urges, giving my hands a little squeeze as if this might somehow prompt the memory from me. But I have heard enough already- of course I remember. How could I forget? My eventual fate of transformation rests largely on the stability of my emotions, and from what I have seen, such transformations can be both explosive, and highly dangerous. Neither of these things I am particularly looking forward to.

And to do so with Alastor in the near vicinity... The consequences would be dire.

Withdrawing my hands from his, I wrap them tightly across my body with a guilty look.