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When he turns and stalks from the room, I can only stare after him.
When I hear a great clatter somewhere deep inside the dark hallways, I look to the mirror propped in the corner and touch the red stained skin over my heart. “What just happened?”
Go to the Devil in Your Own Way
Fatigue starts to creep into the edges of my mind as I climb the stairway that never seems to end.
It seems so much shorter when following the spiral down, and the Devil has always carried me to bed before.
But eventually, I find the end of the steps and I collapse onto the bed, snuggling into the softness.
I don’t like that he’s gone.
I don’t like not knowing where he is.
But that climb was brutal, and my eyes are heavy.
My eyes flutter open when his hand smooths over my hair and I let myself bask in the relief I feel at seeing him.
The idea of being relieved is ridiculous.
He’s the Devil.
“I owe you a dance.”
He lifts me from the bed, arm locked around my waist, carrying me through one turn and then the next, until we dance right off that balcony ledge and he dances us in a circle, as though we’re on the staircase and not in the middle of empty air.
That is enough to wake me fully, but I lean against him anyway, letting him carry me all the way down.
His feet back on a solid floor, he doesn’t stop dancing.
Silence save for that distant melody wraps around us and I let it settle me before I ask. “Where did you go?”
“You offered me yourself in return for taking your vengeance…. I decided to accept.”
I look up at him, trying to figure out what could possibly have required—
Suspicion spreads through my skin like static. “You went to God for my soul?”
He nods, the soft peach fuzz of his nose brushing over my forehead before he kisses me.
“Even my terms must follow her rules to an extent.” He says, twisting a finger in my hair. “My dance is an eternity-old contract… I simply changed some of the requirements and consequences.”
“What does that mean?”
“You mentioned your fate before. The saint that kisses me will never make their way to Heaven. I am the Devil. I damn them by the simple touch of my lips.”
“I know I’m going to Purgatory…” But he said he changed the consequences. “Or am I?”
“You offered me your body, and now, I’ve bartered for your soul.” His fingers still. “You’re mine to keep.”
When I look toward those fiery red windows, he turns my face back to him, shaking his head. “You are mine.
“What did you have to give her in exchange?”
“A promise….” He trails off as though that’s all he plans to say.
Something sharp stabs at my heart and he looks down at me as if he feels it.
