Devil's Advocate • ONC 2020

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    "Tilt your head a little bit. Disconnected," the photographer spat out quickly as the flash from the camera erupted rapidly, repeatedly. "Give me spice..." The flash brightened a few more times before he put the camera down and spoke once more, "Alright, break." Hair and makeup came rushing over to do touch ups. I walked over to the snack table to grab a water once they had released me from their grasp.

    "Ms. Hepburn, we have a delivery for you," an assistant said nervously, a vase full of red roses in her hand.

    "Thank you, please just set them over there," I stated with a smile, pointing to an empty table next to my stuff. After she passed I looked over to the main entrance, there were multiple vases of roses. I went to the one that had a note pinned to one of the thorny flowers. It said 'Six hundred and sixty-six reasons that I want to see you again. - Lucius Stewart.' How did he even know I would be here? I was in complete shock. Six hundred and sixty-six flowers for six hundred and sixty-six reasons? He might as well have just tattooed 'Devil's Spawn' on his forehead. How could one man be so rich and so powerful, seemingly just as smart, but be so God damn cliche? It would've been more respectable for him to have put 'Hey! Can't wait to sixty-nine with you!' Might as well just introduce himself as his unholiness and tell everyone about all the souls he tortured during his childhood. I have six hundred and sixty-six reasons to want to make him fall in love with me so that I don't have to live in hell for all eternity. Un-fucking-believably stupid. Unless he's trying to mind game me and is trying to see if I'm just the stupid little model he thinks I am? 

    "Adelaide, honey, we have all of the pictures that we need. If we need any more we will let you know."

    "Alright, thank you Lina," I replied and gave her a hug before I changed back into the jeans and crop top I had picked out this morning. The crop top had a little alien head on it. I loved little things like this. I used to be obsessed with aliens when I was a little girl and no matter how much money my dreams put in my pocket, I would always be that little girl at heart. A little girl dreaming of another world. A world where I could escape everything around me. All of my dreams have come true, including that one.

    I texted Gerard telling him I was coming down. When i got downstairs I was greeted with Lucius.

    "Lucius... How did you know I was here?" I asked, confusion flashing my face. It was a little creepy that he knew where I was. The flowers was a sweet gesture, but showing up unannounced when he has no reason to know where I am: stalker status. 

    "Just a little digging. Anything is easy to know when you have enough money," he stated. I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was hot, and we had some really good sex, but at the end of the day, this man was the Devil's son. He was ungodly in existence. I couldn't let myself get confused about what I am here to do. He would always be a possible threat. He could take me out with one snap of his fingers. Such a small action, for such a big impact. "Adelaide? Earth to Adelaide!"

    I snapped out of it and looked up at him, the world no longer being drowned out by my adrenaline rush of fear. I cleared my throat and whispered, "So, why are you here?"

    "I thought I could take you to dinner."

    "I'm not dressed for anything fancy."

    "It doesn't have to be fancy."

    I nodded and took his hand. "Dinner would be nice." I smiled at him before getting into the back seat of his black Rolls Royce. This man was the epitome of rich. I didn't have to like him, or feel safe with him, but I did have to woo this man if I wanted to get the information that I needed. So, I had to step into a car with the spawn of Satan himself, no matter how much fear was pounding in my chest.