Crimson Perfidy

The devil was indeed the most beautiful angel.

Every part of me—every cell of my being—lay at the feet of a merciless god. All his lies, all his games—they call to me in the dark. His soul speaks to mine. I hide from the world just to feel his touch, just to have one taste. And in those stolen moments, he murmurs promises of destruction—of my peace, of my sanity. Of me. Still I fall harder, knowing full well that loving him will be the last mistake I ever make.