Devil Dearest

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Snow came down much faster while time passed. The sun began to hide behind the horizon, letting the moon wake up in the sky.

    The brunette looked up once more before breathing in sharply.

    "Anyone! God, Angels, please give me a sign!" She screamed into the growing darkness.

    The sky grew darker with snowflakes raining down. The woman felt just how desperate she was.   

"Gods, Goddesses, spirits, deities, Someone! Give me a reason to keep going! Please!"

The girl breathed heavily. Her sane thoughts were far gone now, there was no sanity left.

"Demons, Satan, Lucifer! Just end my miserable once and for all..."

The woman raised the gun up to her head slowly. Her emotions disconnecting with reality, body becoming numb whatever frustration had built up.

    The barrel touched her temple, the metal far colder than any gust of wind that hit her body. Her finger rested on the trigger as time began to stall before her presence. The woman shut her eyes tightly while giving once last thought.

    She would finish it here.

    But she didn't.

    As the will inside built up, a creeping chill up her spine reached up and caused all those thoughts to dissipate into something she couldn't quite explain.

    Something or someone had been watching watching her. She could feel it, causing the hairs on her neck to stand. It made her unnerved but nonetheless, she kept the gun held firm on her head.

    Just as the enigmatic feeling became normal, a voice suddenly echoed from the gusts of wind.

    "You dare call me by my god-given name?" The voice asked harshly, deep and colder than the winds,

    The woman stood still a moment, registering what had just happened. The snow blew harshly at her, wind whistling among the trees. Her soft, blonde-tipped hair whipped against her face. She finally, within moments, look behind to see who had been taunting her.

    A tall, tanned man stood behind her. His hands rough and clawed, almost like scales; yet his torso looked all too human. Sigils adorned his body, some looking branded on while others were a faded black, like a tattoo.

    The woman looked into his eyes and saw something far from the taunting gaze she was expecting. Yellow eyes gleamed through the white gusts of snow. The sharp, brazen stare told tales more detailed than words. These were the eyes of someone who had been broken and rebuilt a hundred times over. Gloom clouded once placid eyes filled with hope, leaving bitterness and hate.

    Long strands hair of burnt umber blew in the wind, masking parts of his face. Yet a sight many would run and never look back; the woman stood up. She dropped the gun onto the ground before walking over to what could only be the devil himself.

    "What? Think you can stand against me?" Satan asked, laughing humorlessly.

    "No, I don't..." The woman said, voice unwavering, eyes filled with pain.

    "Why call my name, girl? Only those with a death wish would dare call out to me." He taunted with a fanged grin.

    "I do have a death wish... it's the only option I have." She looked up to him, a soft glint of hope that seemed to be withering.

    Satan stood and looked at her. She showed no fear, no anger, only anguish rooted deep to her soul. Something sparked within, something he couldn't explain. But one thing was for sure, he was entranced by her fearless, yet sorrowful countanence.

    "Why is that?" He asked, still keeping his stalwart voice.

    "I don't wanna be alone anymore..." The woman wiped away a tear that escaped her eyes. "I hate this constant feeling of isolation, this feeling of worthlessness. Whether by you or myself, I'd rather end it all than live one more day being alone!" She shouted out.

    Satan could only look at her. The feelings she talked of hit far too close to home. Her sorrows had rooted themselves into what she saw from reality and only gloom remained in her gaze. It had been something he knew all too well.

    "I just want a friend..." She spoke barely above a whisper.

    He couldn't, he couldn't let this chance slip from him.

    "What about this: why don't we be friends?" Satan asked her, his voice a bit more laxed.

    "Why-" The woman began.

    "Don't ask, just give me an answer."

    There was an unspoken bond between them from that moment. Neither could say it, especially Satan, but they knew deep down this had been a turning point. This was a chance to break free from the chains of sorrow that held them in place of their current mindset.

    "Yes... I'd like that a lot.."

    In mere moments her gaze lit up, looking up to him with a spark of hope beginning anew. Though he wouldn't admit it, he had been brightened as well.