The Devils Mark

My eyes opened I looked around me. It was dark and had a unpleasant feeling. Where was I? "It's your time, come to me, don't be scared. Your soul is mine" I heard a mans deep voice say. The voice was coming from behind me, I turned. The man had horns, Red, Black eyes and dark wings. I couldn't really see his face it was so dark, but his eyes started right through me. He looked like the devil? Was he the devil?

I gasped, "Who are you?" I asked. I wasn't scared. If he was the devil I will stand my ground. No one will take my soul without a fight, I'm strong, I can take him on.

"I'm exactly who you think I am" He walked over to me putting his hand on my cheek. His nails were long, pointy and black. I looked him right in the eyes, I could now see his face. His face was black and had red lava looking lines connecting his face. He looked scary, He looked like death but I had stand my ground. I got the thoughts out of my head.

"You can't have me, find another soul to take" I slapped his hand off of my face. He grinned at me and held me by my throat "Your forgetting your already dead". I put my hand on his around my throat trying to get it off me. I tried to speak and finally let out some words "I'm not dead yet" I closed my eyes and tried to wake myself up.

"It wont work, It never does" I could feel his eyes still piercing through me, even through mine were shut. I ignored him and tried harder, I'm strong. Wake up, Wake up I kept telling myself.

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The Devil can appear in many forms but in the end all he wants is more souls for Hell. Phoebe is an ordinary girl who's only sin was being beautiful, she is strong but is she strong enough to save herself from the devil trying to take her soul? She isn't ready to die, not at age 20 anyway. The devil might take her soul or mark her instead.....

(Adult themes)