The Devil came for me. I could feel his presence engulfing the room. My body sensed him sliding his beautiful hands over me. Taking his marble fingers up to my neck. "Should I kill you this very moment, Mia vita"? His intoxicating voice and thick accent sent shivers down my spine. I held a breath in my chest. Oh lord. Is this the day I die? Dying by the hands of a foreign man, the devil himself? Yet, he didn't resemble the monster I'd imagined. Why did he look like an angel? He didn't have horns or a tail. Neither did he has the haunting face of a monster. But... he was... hauntingly beautiful. He looked like everything a woman could ever want for. Maybe because he is a devil in the form of a fallen angel. But beneath his angelic facade, I sensed a darkness that could burn the world. ----------------
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