Pensamientos (short stories)

The Devils Son, or Whatever (Two)

Alaska

Right so, as I was saying, I was in the middle of the worst day of all time, when suddenly this horned man pops up and he's all like "Hey, I'm the devils son, or whatever, and I heard you needed help and I thought you were cute so I threw hands with a couple angels and now I'm here.", and I was like "dude wtf get out of my house, and so he was all like "My bad dude I'm literally incapable of leaving until that weddin' because GOD SAYS SO.", and I was like... "you have GOT to be kidding me."

Great so we're up to speed?

Well, the day that followed went something like this.

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I woke up in my room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as a got rid of that stress headache. Maybe it was all some kind of grand hallucination. I walked out to the living room, albeit hesitantly, and peered around.

"Oh good, you're up."

"WHAT THE FUCK." I stared up at him— Logan was playing cards on my ceiling.

He flipped down and landed in front of me, grinning cheekily. "Hey there."

All 52 cards that were once on the ceiling fell down, raining over my head.

"I'm going to kill you." I snarled, snatching a card from off of my head and tossing it to the ground.

"Ooh. That's my bad." He snapped, the cards vanishing. "Any nicks?" Logan asked, putting one hand on my cheek and seemingly examining me. It took all of my will not to turn and bite his hand. "No? Okay good." He winked, letting his hand fall away. "We wouldn't want you to show up with cuts on your face where we're going."

"Where we're–?" I shook my head "No, no lover boy, we aren't going anywhere."

"Oh, so you want to get to know me right here then..." he smirked, a rose appearing in his mouth as he winked. Removing it, he held it out to me with a salacious look on his face. "I'm fine with that." Great, so the bastard was being suggestive now too.

Huffing, my hand swung out and swatted the rose, which vanished before it even hit the floor. "I don't plan on getting to know you, you demon-spawn."

"Woah, woah. Devil-spawn. I am a Devil spawn. The Devil spawn, actually, not that I'm splitting hairs or anything." He arched an eyebrow at me. "Very patronizing of you sweetheart, really. If you're going to address me by something other than my name, at least be kind enough to do it properly."

"Okay Devil-spawn. Lord forgive me if I'm being rude." He flinched. Oh? Lord, was it. I'd have to remember that.

"You're a minx, aren't you?" He bit his lip. "Well, I'm not one to complain. Come on, I don't take no for an answer."

"Clearly." I mused in an undertone, shaking my head.

"See, you're getting to know me already." He snapped his fingers, and I was dressed in a long red gown, holding a clutch, with my hair curled and brushed to one side

"What th—"

He shook his head and interrupted me before I got the rest of my sentence out. "Mm. You're right, too much."

Once again, he snapped, and I was in a black Champion hoodie and leggings.

"Not enough."

He snapped again

"Huh. Lavender washes you out. Interesting."

Again

"Is any of this clothes even mine?!"