“Don’t be such a child,” said the Devil as she took a drag
from her cigarette. “I didn’t make you do this.” She stepped over the broken
ruin of my Margaret, the congealing blood on the floor moving away from the
Devil’s immaculate white shoes. “Humans are nothing but primal urges and traumas carefully
nurtured over time by friends and family into crazed little hate machines,
contained only by their better angels.” She bent forward, her eyes burning as
brightly as her cigarette. “I’m just the angel that will never tell you no.”
And I took her hand to hell.
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