Dance with the Devil

“Darling, we must leave for the ball in a few minutes. Are you ready?” My mother’s sweet voice could be heard from outside my room. “Yes mother…” I replied, and I opened the door. I was dressed in a fitting white dress, with pearl earrings and a diamond necklace, finished with white high heels and long white gloves. “Oh, my darling, you look absolutely beautiful!” My mother praised me. “Thank you.” I was Princess Lumine of the Angel court, and today, it was my birthday and I have a ball to attend. “Let us invite the birthday girl to start the ball with a dance! Will the males in this ball ask for her hand in this starting dance?” The commenter said. All the males, handsomely dressed, came up to me to ask for a dance, but a male, standing in the shadows, caught my eye. His red eyes glinted in the darkness, and he was the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. He was casually standing there, champagne in hand. His red eyes were mesmerising, his dark black wings sprawled open, his muscular bodice. He was the very meaning of easy elegance. He offered a lazy bow when he saw me looking at him. He started walking towards me, his steps graceful and unfaltering, an aura of confidence and pride. He radiated everything sinful, but yet, that made me more attracted to him. He offered a hand, asking me whether or not he could take my hand in the dance. He was so mature, the way he initiated the dance without words made my heart pound in my ears. “Can I please ask that male over there for a dance please?” I asked. Everyone turned to look at that male and there was a collective gasp. “It would be my pleasure.” He replied, his voice silky and dignified. He took my hand and we started to dance. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “My name is nothing of your concern Princess.” He replied, and he smiled warmly. “Oh…” I trailed off. “GET DOWN! EVERYONE GET DOWN” I heard someone scream, and I heard gun shots. More people screamed and my blood ran cold. The male that was dancing with me stopped and he looked at my pale face. A gun shot was fired at him from the back. I screamed, and pushed him away, and the shot hit me instead. Pain that I had never ever felt before, made me double over and black spots danced in front of my eyes. I was going to die, and I knew it. “Princess!” He shouted. I saw him take out two swords and he was a tornado of death. The assassins that planned the murder died before my very eyes. “Hey…” I panted, pain enveloping every molecule of my body. “Ash bullets. This was a planned murder… Are you alright?” He looked at me with his stunning red eyes, and his face tightened with concern. “Do I look alright?” I smiled feebly. He chuckled, “I will send you to the hospital first, then I’ll come back to inform your parents.” “How are they?” I asked, worry tightening around my throat. “… They are alright. No need to worry. As for the deceased, I’ll send them to the columbarium.” He looked at me. “It’s not your fault. If there’s anything, the evildoers are at fault.” I looked back at him, finding solace in his eyes. I nodded. “What do I call you?” I asked again. “Lucifer. You should know me as the prince of…” I interrupted, “Hell.” He laughed and smiled at me and nodded. “But…but you’re so nice. So, kind… How? You’re supposed to be evil; you’re supposed to kill and murder people.” “Any more superstitions about me, Princess? On the contrary, that is what my family is known for. I do not necessarily need to follow them, do I?” He asked in a cordial tone. I shook my head. “Well, thank you very much, Lucifer.” “You are most welcome Princess.” He picked me up bridal style and we were immediately transported to the hospital.