ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 11 ❉

If you vote you get to stroke any of which desired body part that belongs to Niall

(he's in my basement dw about it)...

The side is a pic of what I imagine that big pretty hallway to look like. Also, listen to the song on the side. It's not released yet but I chose it bc title and it's catchy.

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The devil would claim a girl, and he would take her. He would do everything with her. He would do all he pleased with her, until he was satisfied. The last thing he did with her, after many unfortunate years, was to destroy the entire universe, including the girl's, and just like that, he would throw her into the flames. She would suffer along with every other burning soul, until she became a lifeless body of scars and nothingness, all for the devil to smile upon.

"Good luck, my love."

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It was hard to comprehend what I would do with myself for the rest of my time in the castle, though I knew a wide, unfortunate majority of it consisted of strings of anger spat out at me, and my failed attempts of avoiding the devil and dark angel. I'd done myself well in not irritating the darkened angel further, however, no such luck came with the devil.

It was only to go look for Janette would I step out of my bedroom, and in those times, the devil just happened to be walking my way. I would subtly transport my steps further to the side where he would be too far for my reach, but, he would always find a way to grab my forearm with his long fingers and study my face and body for several moments. Only then, would he decide on releasing me, and heading back towards his destination. The feeling of his grip would always linger on my arm, liberating a tingling sensation which overwhelmed my taste buds with disgust.

I never stepped out of the top floor of the castle to even acknowledge there was still so much for me to discover. I hadn't intended on doing so either. I felt like the beauty of the top floor would be the only thing close to what I would call home. Although its decor compared to home was very different, I couldn't help but feel slightly more comfortable here. Perhaps it was the atmosphere that made it so comforting. The long pillars accenting it every few metres seemed so magnificent; too beautiful to deny, yet at times of boredom and the desire to explore, I would run my nail along the engravements. The long red velvet carpet I walked upon so often was something I'd fixed my gaze on a lot of the time, including the moments where I would silently try to avoid the brisk eye contact with a certain devil and angel. At every moment of the day, servants would always promptly toddle in and out of a room close to mine, and, the majority would tip up the corners of their mouth at me in sympathy.

Oh.

Janette was right.

Words did spread like fire.

During the night, when I could hear nothing but sense the footsteps outside my door, I would lay in my bed. And as I lay in my bed, flashbacks would dominate my mind harshly. Flashbacks of my family and I as we sat on the warm ground of our home, my grandmother perched on a seat, fliddling with her pearl bracelet while she told us tales of the past. Then, I'd always loved the sound of wood crackling against the flames, but in previous months, the thought of it seemed horrific. I remembered vaguely the moments when my brother and I would sneak out into the forest just beside my house, a basket of seeds and water clutched in our hands. Neither of us knew the evil of the forest. My grandmother never warned us.

We'd heard the tales of the day the world would drastically demolish itself, and the thought was so saddnening. We decided on planting a single flower everyday, and the final day of our lives, we would spend it laying on the fresh greenery, accepting the world as it was, for once.