LuciferxReader:SympathyfortheDevil(part2)

A wicked grin weaved itself across his lips.

"Long time, no spooning." 

And just like that you were spiraled back into a world of jutting metal spikes carving your flesh. Pins underneath fingernails. Icy water like jagged teeth bitting into your flesh. Electric blue irises cackling to your horror. 

Not to mention the visions. 
The ragged, bloodied corpses pilling around your aching body. 

"Did you really think you could escape me, (name)?"

Not exactly, just thought my soles would waste before you found me. 

With a snap the door closed shut behind you, the slight creaking of the lock mocking you.
"Here I stand, helpless and left for dead." 

In a blink of an eye his hand was upon you, singular that is. Fingertips feeling the texture of your ribs underneath your shivering flesh possessively. 

"Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right."

His wet words crawling into your ears like spiders. 
"Remember the night we met?"

----------------------- In Hindsight, it hadn't been a good idea ------------------------------------ 

It had been a different shifter then, a different character it portrayed in the sewers of Paris. 
The phantom of the opera, what a cliché character for a shifter to identify with. 
But, it knew how to throw a party.

What a magnificent house it had been. Like the complexion of a once fair lady, it's cracks were laugh lines. Prideful and crowned with flittering fairy lights, a blinding white like an angel's grace. You wore a second-hand ebony black dress embroidered with flighty lace. Shimmering black satin mask across your eyes, residing on your cheekbones. 

Nothing much happened for a while, you lounged around the dance floor, sipping a (favorite drink) at intervals. Several guys had drool-fully asked you to dance, but it held no interest to you. That was until he arrived. Wearing a bone white suit and a blood-red devil mask. 

How quaint. 
Or the song that you'd dance to...

He wrapped his hand across your waist, gently lapping your ribcage against his palm. His other hand interlaced with your fingers. Dirty blonde hair lathered back with gel, shiny. 

"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies. 
I won't stay long, in this world so wrong." 

He twirled you, dipping you halfway before bringing you back. Noses bumping, lips almost gracing. Floating across the dance floor, he slid his hand from the tip of your thigh to the middle, getting a good grip before dipping you fully. Eyes dampened by the flashing of lights. 

"Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?" 

"What a peculiar thing you are," he pondered as he brought you back. Not quite sure if it was wonderment or amusement that toned his voice. But then, he cupped the back of your head and curved his face towards yours. Lips touched. He tasted like ash and something else, irony. Later on you'd realize it had been blood. 

"Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine." 

"I gotta go," you half-whisper. Terrified of the bone-colored stranger. 

"So soon, sweetheart?" he mockingly asked, offended.

Gulping, you nodded.

"Sadly, you can't..." 

Whoosh. 
You were gone. 

"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't last long, in this world so wrong."


----------------------- Back to the Present ------------------------------------ 

He began nibbling at the nook of your neck. 

"You satanic little bastard." 

A slap across your cheek. Spiked ache with such force that you crumble to the floor. 

"Is that a proper way to address your master?" 

"Piss off." 

Your eyes flashed black, two shiny buttons sewn onto your face.