The Devil himself.
At least, that's what they say.
There's a lot said about the Devil-so much, in fact, that it makes you wonder: what's the Devil's own side of the story?
They say the Devil is a he... a monstrous beast, a fallen angel, or a shadow lurking in the dark. They say he tempts, corrupts, destroys-always with a grin and a deal too good to refuse.
Kids grow up hearing that he's the whisperer of sins, the snake in every garden. He's cruel, calculating, and definitely not to be trusted.
Books and movies paint him as charming, impossibly handsome, and so dangerously tempting that you'd risk kissing your way straight to Hell.
Some who consider themselves learned will tell you none of this is true-that angels, fallen or otherwise, are pure spirits, without bodies, without sex
But what if they're wrong?
What if the Devil is a woman- a darkly exquisite femme fatales, who's been quietly fuming for centuries about how we keep getting her story wrong?
What if we are considered sinners for butchering her story and turning her into some horned caricature of evil.
Forget the horns, the pitchfork, and the outdated clichés. Because the devil might just as well be a woman.