The Devil Himself

The Devil Himself

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I am an angel, yes, but I have fallen. I have been shunned from my very cloud, my only home, my only life and love. Although I have been damned to the underworld, I sit here alone in the dark, gladly damned. I am devastated of her absence but, I am also slightly content with the fact that I had the privilege to call her mine, even if it only was for short time. If I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. I'd be selfish and repeat the same doomed mistakes just to see her face, her smile, her beautiful pink lips form the words that fuel my very existence, the words of, "I love you." Many call me a fool for what I've done, giving my wings up for a woman. Though she was more than just a woman. She was the woman that had the power to make me miserable or the happiest man to exist. Centuries go by as I wither in pain and longing until one day a miracle came to be, a miracle that I, the devil himself; didn't see coming.
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Anna splashed the warm water on her face, running her hands over her wet skin in attempts to set herself straight. "It was just a thought" she told herself, just an odd thought. Why get do rattled? It was exactly like Dr Jefferson had said: it was late, she had a hard day, that kind of situation coupled with a horror movie.. It was just a thought. Wiping her face with the towel on the counter she let out a sight. Feeling a bit more refreshed now. However, as soon as she removed the towel and saw her reflection.. "Did you brush your teeth?" An older woman came up to the doorway of the small bathroom where she felt like she were standing on something besides the tile floor. She had short hair and a white coat. "Yes momma." A younger voice smiled, causing the mother to cross her arms, "Let me see." not convinced and going to check the toothbrush of the girl. "Ok fine! I'll brush my teeth.." Her response was quick and a little annoyed, probably to keep from getting caught in a lie. The woman stood in the doorway to watch. Short blonde hair just reaching her shoulders, and a pair of cyan eyes looked back in the mirror with a much younger face. Disappearing just as soon as it had happened. "Aahah!" With a yelp Anna stepped back dropping the towel in the process, as sheer terror made it's way through her. Light, dark, weavers, Outcasts. It's all new to Anna, if that even is her name. After waking up with a blank slate of a mind, she has to not only relearn the ways of the world but also her own powers and what exactly it means to be "souless". The Order of Kismet, the goddess of fate, where is her place here? And is what they're doing truly right? Remembering is risky but it's the only chance she sees.

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