The Devil's Hand

In our school, the devil ruled alongside his brother. They created peace in it, and balanced the school with each other.

The devil, who was hated as much as worshipped, was a boy who was cruel, vicious and cold. He plays with people in his hands and makes them bow to him and control them. Life is a game he plays and his love is a lie.

I hated him. I despised him. He wasn't worthy of anything. He was dirty and he didn't deserve all the praise and loyalty. He was evil and I didn't like him one bit.

But everything changed, the day he reached his hand out to me.

And surprisingly,

I took it.