I'm dancing with the devil,
Though I don't know why.
I'm dancing with the Devil,
I know its wrong,
Thought I can't seem to let him go,
He's got me trapped in his fiery gaze.
I'm dancing with death,
O know he can kill me in an instant,
Yet, I don't feel the need to turn away,
From Him
It seems like I want to move closer,
So, instead of turning away,
I did exactly that.
Like when Eve ate an apple from the forbidden fruit,
I got trapped in the forbidden arms of the Devil himself...
- by Sherry Painter
Dancing with the devil, it's a game we all play,
Thinking we can win, but we'll lose anyway.
It's a seductive dance, with a deadly partner,
We take a step forward, and we can't stop her.
The devil whispers sweet nothings in our ear,
Promises of pleasure, but it's all a veneer.
We try to resist, but the pull is too strong,
We know it's wrong, but we can't help but belong.
We dance with the devil, and we think we're in control,
But the truth is, we're just playing a role.
We're puppets on a string, at the mercy of our desires,
Our souls are on fire, but it's only temporary.
The devil laughs as we spin around,
We're lost and we're found, but we're never truly free.
We think we're invincible, but we're just fooling ourselves.
-by Evominded
Somewhere in this city, the Devil is watching. And he remembers you.
You work for the Hunter's Association - chasing relics, decoding echoes, trying to make sense of a world that never quite fits. It's routine. Logical. Grounded.
Until a missing persons case lands on your desk.
Until a sealed artefact pulses at your touch.
Until your pendant - one you've worn your whole life - starts to burn.
They say there's a place that doesn't exist. A club hidden between streetlights and shadows. A man who never gives his real name.
They say he deals in favours. They don't say what he collects.
You don't remember him. But he's been waiting for you.
And in a city where relics awaken and vows outlive death... the Devil always plays to win.