Had he always been there, watching? Probably. But the boy had been oblivious until now. Spooky had began seeing signs of a supernatural being following him for some time, but he refused to believe that that's what the strange happenings revolved around. He was a good boy.
A Christian, healthy, pure young man, and he had no interest in meddling with things that weren't of God's light. However, that didn't mean the devil's interest lessened in him.
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Gifts. He always seemed to leave behind gifts. It was one of the only ways he could get the boy to acknowledge him with something other than a look of fear or disgust on his pale face. He would find things, old and new, pretty and beautifully ugly, and he would bring them to the boy, like a cat who'd just killed the canary.
The gifts were simple, but held more stories than a book; and all the feeling of a soul. He'd leave them in plain sight, or hide them for a surprise. Taxidermic mice, locks of silky hair, sweet baby teeth, a brooch, a pin, a little flower wreath. They were things the devil found beautiful, and his adoration was adapted by his redheaded angel.
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The angel decided that maybe the devil was a little lonely, so the gifts were allowed to stay, and he even laid out his own, some that one couldn't even touch.
A call of his name, a heartbeat to the ear, the softness of a young boy's voice.
Soothing therapy to the ears of the age-old tormentor, an ironic laugh to the angel.
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