MES: Trick or Treat

Soul's Worth

Written by: maywardist

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Maymay looked at herself in the mirror in the poorly lit bathroom the Poriso (a club) had.

She was wearing a white dress that insinuated her breasts and clinched around her waist perfectly. She spent over a thousand pesos on it as her best friend Elisse had insisted that it was imperative she did over the three-hundred pesos maroon dress she saw on the sale rack.

After all, she was trying to sell herself to a demon, no biggie.

She inhaled deeply before giving a final look at herself. She was slapped with make up on, but only the bare minimal enough to still see her natural beauty.

You can do this, May. You can do this.

She closed her eyes and let go of all the air she sucked in.

When she got out the bathroom the lights in the club seemed to have gone darker, with only red led lights igniting on the sides of the walls. She bit her lip as her eyes scanned around the room for him. Once her eyes landed on his figure there was no denying he was indeed beautiful.

Maymay had only heard stories and seen a photo of him, but she didn't think his appearance would knock the air out of her making her freeze in her spot. She watched as he took a sip of his drink, his lips parting as he slipped the glass between them. And as if he knew she was looking at him, his head moved to her direction their eyes locking. Maymay looked away immediately, coughing repeatedly as she made her way out the crowd towards him.

Edward John Barber was the son of the demon king. He had jet black hair and dark beautiful eyes. His nose was long and pointy with a slight crook in the middle, making him even more unique, more handsome than any man Maymay has laid her eyes on. Moles peppered his skin like stars, and she couldn't for the life of her stop looking at every inch of him.

Maymay though had no idea that he still had his eyes on her, following every movement she made until she stopped right in front of him. A small smirked played on his lips as he saw what she was wearing.

She was here for him.

"Are you Edward?" She asked as she shifted her eyes to anywhere but him.

"Indeed, I am. Who do I owe the pleasure?" He smoothly replied making Maymay flinch at how velvet soft his voice was. A devilish smile hung on his lips and it made Maymay even more nervous than she already was.

"M–Maymay," she muttered as she extended her right arm for him. He reached for her hand, the contact made Maymay's knees weak, something about his warm hand turned her to jello. "My name's Maymay."

"Maymay," he resonated. "Lovely."

Maymay gave him one more look before pulling her hand out of his hold. She felt instantly cold, not only on her fingertips but her entire body. She hugged it immediately, hoping her arms passed on warmth. They didn't.

"So, how can I help you?" He asked as he sat on the couch, the black leather making his skin whiter than it already was. Edward was wearing a black shirt that clung to his muscles like they were made just for him, his black skinny jeans hung low on his hips letting Calvin Klein—green—peak through. He was wearing black Dr. Martens boots that tied his whole I-am-demon look.

Maymay looked away from his body and stared into his eyes as his eyebrow raised in realisation that she was checking him out.

Maymay knocked on her chest as she faked a cough, her eyes leaving his instantly.