What would the Devil desire? Would it be too simple to say all he wanted was love? But could an Angel ever fall for someone such as he? Could a pure creature of all that is holy take the fall to be with someone so disgraceful? Would it be a sin for her to love someone as evil as he? Sure, the sex is remarkable and thrilling. But maybe it's more than that. Could he allow her to condemn her soul to the same depths that claim his? Is he that evil? Is he that selfish? But then he remembers, he doesn't give a damn. After all, he's Lucifer. (Warning: sexual and graphic content.)

My Soul Twin was Michael Killian. A Legion. A man that has killed many of my men. It felt like something impaled my heart, jerking something out and putting something else into its place. I felt venom pull in my mouth, curse words I never thought I’d say began to trickle into my mouth and stir inside my stomach. “You’re not my Soul Twin.” I rejected instantly, causing him to frown. “Don’t even associate me as a part of you, you low life piece of scum. I don’t care how the laws are written or if we were born with souls that are linked. You are and will never be a part of my soul. I’d rather die than think of myself to stoop so low as to even remotely care or think about you. You can rot in a cell for eternity and burn in hell for what you have done. You will only be bones among the rust and rubble before I think of you again.” I trembled in rage as he peered at me solemnly while wiping his mouth again. “Done, sweetie? Or would you like to drag another dagger through my soul?” “I hate you.” I spat. His mouth curled up into a smirk that instantly made me cringe. “Ah, you hate me? But you see, sweetie, the opposite of loving me, would not be hate; as someone had once said, it would be indifference. To hate me would be a strong passion, and to have that much passion would mean you care, for love and hate is a passion shared strongly.” “Then I am indifferent to you.” I growled. “You sound it.”

"I'm scared." She whispered. There was no one to hear it. No one to see her as she broke into pieces over and over again. It was a new era. A world where Witches and Wizards truly existed with unnatural abilities any mundane person would desire to obtain. Faith Bevarton was one of them, though many of her kind would have said she used her powers as a way of escaping. She would have been a disgrace if they knew she had used what she knew to hide. Her life was built of misery and pain, it was no wonder why she cast that memory spell on herself. There were things not even she would want to remember. But with all magic, it leaves a nasty stain. Where her memories had once been it had left a dark imprint within her. With time it would be able to grow stronger and drown her with sudden depression and anxiety. She can feel the void she created, she knows something awful happened, but can't recall what had caused her to cast against herself. She seeks help from a man named Charlie Anderson, something she never thought possible. Men haven't exactly given her a good reason to trust so easily. Every man she has ever faced left her broken or pained by touch or what they had done. But the darkness was swallowing her whole, she had no option left but to go to a man she'd heard of in her travels. The nightmares wake her, but she can never remember what had frightened her to the point of panic attacks. A darkness was spreading throughout her and it would be her unraveling. She never meant to trust him, let alone fall in love with him in the end.