ThefemaleKyloRen
The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite. He doesn't come in a red cape and pointed horns. He comes as everything you have ever wished for. Briallen was never expecting to meet the devil, she was just a young girl trying to find her place in the world. She was an outcast at Westfield high and only had a few friends. She desperately wanted to be liked but she was too shy to talk to anyone but her close friends and family. It was a typical day when a boy transferred to her school, he got in trouble at his old school but no one knew why. His hair was like golden waves sparkling in the sunlight and bounced around his shoulders whenever he moved. His eyes were like a bottomless ocean that I would give up air to explore and his voice captivated Briallen. His voice was monotone yet sultry at the same time. And Briallen couldn't help but stare at his plump pink lips as he talked, hell, she couldn't help but stare in general. He towered over everyone he met especially Briallen who had a petite frame.