Dancing with the Devil

I smiled as my dance partner wrapped his arms around me.
“I love this song.” he said softly as the band began to play. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest. Bliss.
“I love you, Lu-” I began to say, but he pressed one bony finger against my lips softly.
“Shh, honey, dont ruin the moment.” he whispered. I stopped talking. I looked around at all of the girls staring at me. Probably just jealous. I was, after all, dancing with the very definition of perfection. I looked up at him, wanting to see his beautiful face smile at me. His red face, black hair, pig nose. He was so handsome. His black eyes stared straight into my own, cold and harsh, but his smile was warm. I looked once again at the woman staring at me, their mouths gaping open.
“I love you, Jessica.” he murmured to me.
“I love you too, Lucifer.”

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