"There's a good girl, come here chérie, no need to be afraid," the Devil purrs affectionately, drawing me closer towards him, his black nails curling around my pale skin. There is no denying there is something irresistibly attractive in his dark features, the promise of something spectacular, some life changing revelation if only I were to go with him.
In all honesty, I think I might. Fuck this palace of lies and deceit, I want to be somewhere where I can be free- and the Downside sounds all the more promising by the second.
"Don't, Elowyn, stay here, stay with your mother," groans the Queen from the side-lines, portions of her pale skin stained charcoal black, her weight supported now by both Alastor and Yariel as she struggles to raise herself to stand. Just as I am about to bite back, shoot some witty remark in her general direction, the devil raises his gloved hand, as if to say: 'I've got this', and my mouth clamps shut. Without looking at the Queen, the Devil sighs lightly:
