He noticed her as soon as she walked into the room at the Halloween party. She had on a white, floor-length gown, white high-heeled shoes, white opera gloves, and a flower crown of made from small, white roses. She was stunning.
He walked up to her. “You look like an angel,” he said. “And you walk like angel. I’ll bet you talk like an angel, too. What is your name?”
She took his hand, smiled warmly, and said, “Just call me Angel of the Morning. Angel. And who might you be?”
“Please allow me to introduce myself,” he said. “I’m a man of wealth and taste.”
“Yes,” she said, “I can clearly see that. What exactly do you do?”
“Oh,” he said, “I’ve been around for a long, long year and I have stolen many a man’s soul to waste. I’m so pleased to meet you. Won’t you guess my name?”
“I know very well who you are and what your name is, sir,” she said, her warm smile turning quite wicked.
“Ah, so you think you know my name, do you?” he said. “But perhaps you may be puzzled by the nature of my game.”
“Puzzled? No not in the least,” she said. “I’m quite familiar with your name, Lucifer, and with your game. And I think you and I will get along splendidly.”
“Really?” he said. “You know my name and you know my game, but you think we’ll get along splendidly? Why do you think that?”
“Because I may look like and angel,” she responded, “and I may walk like an angel, and I may even talk like an angel. But if you are wise, you’ll learn that I’m really the devil in disguise.”
“Yes,” he said. “I can see where that might give you some sympathy for the devil in me.”
Written for Paula Lights Thursday Inspiration prompt where the theme is “demon.” In addition to being inspired by Paula’s prompt, my post was aided by some lyrics from these three songs: