The stories had always told of how enchanting the Devil was- how he would glide through the darkness of wings made of stars and tempt the hearts of pretty young maidens and men alike. Of course, knowing the Devil and the capacity the Upper Realm has for baseless rumours, I am very much aware that all of this is a load of bullshit propaganda for the angel's favour. Valerian would never wittingly try to seduce someone without their consent, in fact, I don't think he has it in him to so much as lay a finger on them.
But that does not change the fact that through these feelings, those little tingling sensations that shiver up my arm, those looks and affectionate glances, that I would not myself become seduced by it all. Like a fool, I had anticipated I would be immune to it all, thought I knew my heart well enough to not be consumed by such frivolous desires.
I was a fool for not believing them sooner, a fool for thinking that my mind wouldn't wander.
