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Have you ever given a thought about how devil exist and how some are using darkeness for their own gain i know some people don't...
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Ash/Lucifer /devil grinned in a way so befitting of a demon. It was often their most distinguishing trait, the way they captured the gaze of those who saw them. Even with the muscles of a body-builder and the endowment greater than that of any male ego, the face of a devil was their most terrifying and alluring feature.
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(Imagine ash as the devil and Serena as the girl)
Serena had seen it many times before. Ash' complexion was extra demonic, bearing fang-like teeth, an extra-rugged complexion, and horns on his forehead that complemented long, unkempt hair. However, it was his eyes that reflected the dark power within, having a red blue purple hue that often glowed whenever she gazed into them. That penetrating gaze played a big part in what inspired her nickname, serena. It ended up inspiring much more, as well.
"I always look forward to this day," Ash said as he approached her, "October 31st, the night of All good power goes down and evil rises to its full ."
"So do I," she said. "It's the one night where dark forces are celebrated, rather than feared."
"For someone like, isn't that redundant?"
"Only to the extent that it gives us an excuse to be together for the night," Serena quipped.
"That, and a rare alignment of mystical energies."
"Logistics disguised as semantics," she shrugged. "Please, my love, allow me to keep being formal."
The creature laughed again, but did not stop her when she dropped to one knee and bowed her head in a submissive gesture, as was customary for a devil summoning. She then looked up, both his demonic gaze and his oversized penis looming over her. It was a simple ritual that felt so mundane, but one that reminded her of how far she'd ventured down her dark path.
When she'd first laid eyes on the devil she feared but after knowing him and his history and name she fell for him , she was a virgin teenager who'd grown frustrated by a world of tradition and piety. She'd felt so trapped. Everyone and everything was so virtuous, idealizing restraint and purity. It was comfortable, but boring. It was, ironically enough, her own personal hell. Escaping it meant walking the opposite path of her peers.
"Ashy," she said, her voice full of lust and reference, "creature of the dark realms, born of lust and desire made flesh."
"I never get tired of hearing that," he said, "although many of my friends mock me for that."
Serena grinned, but her demeanor did not falter. She remained determined to affirm her connection to the creature before her, if only to remind herself why it mattered so much.
