xxcherrybladexx
Satan was never red.
He didn't have horns, or fangs, or a tail curling behind him.
If anything, he was a man.
A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit.
Hair neatly styled. Posture precise.
He didn't drag people to hell.
He walked them there, never once looking back.
He wasn't born a monster.
He was forged into one.
Already condemned to hell, not for what he was...
But for what he was willing to do.
For her.
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The devil was never right.
Of course not. If she were, she'd never be the devil.
She looked like sunlight.
She wore green dusted with glitter and lipstick the color of summer mistakes.
Her green eyes were bright.
Her hair fell in soft gold waves like Goldilocks.
She had dimples, which were dents. Dents to a person's doom.
Her warmth wasn't kindness.
She didn't stumble into hell.
She chose it, the way some people choose honesty over comfort.
Heaven wanted her quiet.
Hell welcomed her loud.
The devil was never right.
The devil was her.
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What happens when the monster who chose hell meets the one who was born for it?
Can sunshine survive the devil she created?