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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 · Fantasy
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135 Chs

We need to talk

I can see her aura. 

The fact almost shocks me too much for words. Magical auras are not things that can simply be seen- they can be felt, yes, like the way a cold shiver runs across your body for no reason in the middle of the night. They talk about magic being drawn from another plane of being, a veil that cuts between what we see, and what remains invisible to the eye. Things such as spirits, or lay lines, or wards of magic. These sort of things equally are only visible to those who have already passed through the veil, like the dead. But in the history of magic, not one single person has ever been documented to see another person's aura. For me to see that, it would mean I would have to be...

My heart pounds heavily in my chest.

I'd have to be dead.

A screeching voice across the room draws me back into some sense of reality.