Lucifer's Fallen Angel

The man in front of me couldn't be real. My body stayed paralized as I eyed the immortal being. His face sculpted into perfection. It made doubt my whole sanity trying to understand how this man wasn't an angel. Quite the opposite actually.

His jaw was sharp. His expression deadly enough to destroy a person's soul just with one look. His eyes red as blood itself. His short black hair blowing against the fire around us.

His body itself was a sin. He was made to turn women into sinners for awakening forbidden desires in them. His shoulders were broad. His chest hard and sculpted. He was tall and handsome. Every inch of my sacred body was instructing me to give into the temptation.

His dark scrutinizing eyes roamed over my shivering body and a 'devilish' smirk found its way on his immortal face.

"What is your name, female?" His deep voice melted like chocolate. The hot air around us seemed to grow hotter as I found myself compelling to his charms.

"Amara," I whispered.

"You are-" I took a deep breath, afraid of pronouncig his name out loud. He could sence my fear. And he loved it. He fed on it.

"Say it little female, who am I?" His tone was dangerous.

"You-" I stuttered.

"I'm The Devil"