she woke up
there was a girl screaming
make it stop
please, simon
make it stop
make it stop
make it stop
she didn't realize
it was her who screamed
make it stop
please, simon
make it stop
make it stop
make it stop
she hid under the sheets and cried
until she was empty
(human blackhole)
what else could she do?
jessamine hadn't won the war
if she had simon would be alive
if only so she could spit on his face
no,
they called it a pyrrhic victory
but it wasn't a victory
it didn't feel like a victory
(it felt like an inferno)
dante had taught her
the path to paradise begins in hell
but how could she leave
(towards heaven)
when hell felt so much like home?
she had not left simon
kind sinner
cruel saint
she wouldn't leave hell
not now
not ever (she cried a bit more)
when midmorning arrived
she dried her tears
hid her fears
and called herself the devil
narcissistic
egocentric
dishonest
and deceiving
nothing (putrid lies)
could hurt her
(another lie)
she put on her bordeaux-red suit
sharpened the look in her eyes
and went to holmes and co.
(the law firm where she worked)
in front of her personal office
there was lucius malfoy
lucifer
judas
cain
waiting for the devil's advocate
with his hands resting on his cane
miss palmer
he looked at her
(mud-blood, dirty blood)
yes, she was
but she was a necessary sacrifice
before the bureaucratic apocalypse
mr. malfoy
(annoying little shit)
to what do i owe the honour?
she was smiling brightly
she was laughing at him
jessamine knew
he would kill her if he could
let her cry
let her rot
let her die
he despited her
he didn't even bothered to hide it
behind silver smiles and sweet poison
it seems
i am in need of your assistance
(oh, delightful irony)
she would love
to watch him beg
for her help
but she knew lucius would never
he would rather perish in hell
she would have let him suffer
if she hadn't made that promise
(silver eyes) jess, help him
help him
help him
help him
instead
she lead him inside her office
without even asking for an
apology let's talk inside
mr. malfoy
descensus averno
(facilis est)
this is how deals are made
between sinners and devils
it seemed
she was going to stay in hell
a little longer
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the devil's advocate
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