Desmond says that the key to being a successful demon lies in the skills of seduction. A demon must be able to seduce people into committing sin. Most people, according to him, already possess the desire, and it is our job to draw out that desire and convince people to act on it. Some people have better resolve than others, though, so they all must be handled carefully. One cannot simply lay out the reasons of why a person should commit a sin, like a member of a debate team.
A man will have trouble getting a woman in bed by bluntly explaining that he has to get laid or he’ll go crazy. That’s why he must seduce her. He must play off of her own desires, embodying what she wants, and fool her into thinking that going to bed was her idea. Demons must use the same approach.
The Devil is the ultimate master of seduction. His secret weapon is his charismatic personality, which he wields with such expertise that even the knowledge that he’s trying to destroy you won’t keep him from sweet talking you right off a cliff. Every demon’s goal should be to aspire to be like him.
Here is a list of words: seductive, charming, charismatic, alluring. No one would have ever made the mistake of attributing these words to me before I was a demon, and becoming a demon did not magically make me into these things. If you haven’t figured this out already, let me illustrate what I mean.
I think my powers of seduction were pretty much summed up when Desmond and I entered my room after school one day and found a box of condoms on my bed: awkward and accidental. On the box of condoms, there was a note that read, “Just in case. Love, Mom.”
My face immediately grew warm from a major blush, but before I could scoop the box out of sight, Desmond nabbed it, laughing with amusement. His little prank on my poor mom was going better than he could have hoped, I was sure.
“I see why you gave up your soul for her,” Desmond joked.
“Give it back!” I demanded and jumped at it, but Desmond was taller than me and he held it out of reach.
“Don’t you want to try them out?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows and grinning with that charming smile of his. Then he looked at the box more carefully. “Size large. Hmm that might be too small,” he mused, managing to sound completely serious.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” I said and walked out of my room. I threw my backpack onto the kitchen table and started to unload my stuff.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Desmond asked, coming up behind me.
“Homework,” I said.
Desmond groaned and sat on the table next to my backpack. “You’re always doing homework!”
“It feels that way to you too?”
“Today, the homework can wait,” he announced.
“I have to do my homework, Desmond,” I said as I opened my textbook.
He immediately closed it and held his hand on top so I wouldn’t be able to open it again. I looked up at him, exasperated, and his blue eyes bored into mine. “No. Today, I train you with demon stuff. Adderall and meditation aren’t long term solutions.”
“But…”
“You promised you would listen.”
“What did you have in mind?” I grumbled. I was going to have to stay up late tonight to finish my homework if I couldn’t work on it now.
“I’m going to educate you in the art of seduction.”
“No, thank you.” I tried to pull the textbook out from under Desmond’s hand, but he wouldn’t let it budge.
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Devil's Soul
FantasíaWhen Mavis's mom is murdered, she is so blinded by grief that she agrees to sell her soul to the Devil in exchange for her mom's life. Now, she has to deal with the consequences, without falling behind in her MIT classes. Luckily she has two great g...
