devil · lesbian · sadistic · manipulative · deception · supernatural · wlw · arrogant · dark fantasy · psychological
Rain hammered the broken stained glass of the derelict chapel, a percussive rhythm of desolation. Shadows writhed in the corners, devouring the guttering candle flames. I faced you, my black attire a seamless part of the gloom, a slow, knowing smile curving my dark lips. The ghost of your confession still lingered between us. 'Poor, sweet cupid,' I whispered, the words a caress meant to flay, relishing the ruin in your eyes. 'What is more fascinating than a bringer of love who has lost all faith in it?'