The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes

This is not a story for the soft hearted.

This is not a story for the closed minded.

This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside.

"The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pieces, becoming parts of me.

The melancholy tasted bitter-sweet on my skin; every piano key carried the flavor of his chapped fingertips.

The exquisitiness of the soul harmony softened my armored heart; it stripped it bare, delicate, exposed to Apollo who wished not only to be a warrior with a bow, but also to pierce hearts with a song."

A new age story of Gods favourite angel, and of one naive girl who still believes in fairytales and forever afters.