Beautiful Monster

Beautiful Monster

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Evelyn is given a dare, go into the supposedly haunted house. Easy right, not so much as Evelyn soon discovers as she wanders around the house and finds stranger and stranger things. Eventually coming face to face with a mysterious man named Asmodeus, claiming that he's taking her to Hell. Evelyn's world is turned upside down when she learns that Asmodeus is a prince of Hell who embodies the sin of Lust. Just what are this man's intentions? Will Evelyn only be allowed to leave when the roads of Hell are paved with ice? Cover done by _eena_
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He doesn't knock. He never does. He slips in like smoke under the door, through the cracks in my resolve, into the hollow spaces I pretend don't exist. I could swear I locked everything-my mind, my body, my will-but he finds a way, every time. Asmodeus. He isn't always a man. Sometimes he's a breath of warm air in the pit of my loneliness, a pulse in my wrist I can't control, a whisper in my ear when the world is too quiet. But when he chooses flesh-oh, he wears it well. He smells like everything I crave: danger, comfort, heat. His voice curls around my ribs and squeezes until I forget how to breathe without him. "I missed you," he says, though he never really leaves. "Did you miss me too?" I hate him. I love him. The first time we touched, I thought I had found salvation. His kiss was fire and stillness at once-like falling and flying all together. I remember thinking, this is it-this is what it means to feel alive. But it was never life he gave me. It was a borrowed high. A lie wrapped in pleasure. He takes, and takes, and takes. And still, I beg for more. Every time I try to leave, he waits. Patient. Sweet. Like he knows I'll come crawling back-bloody knees, hollow eyes, empty promises. And when I do, he smiles like he's proud of me. Like I've finally come home. They call him many things-addiction, craving, sickness, sin. But I know his name. Asmodeus. My lover. My curse. My god.

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