Dreiundzwanzig. Undercover with Amaimon

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"Stay" My so called 'date' ordered me, exiting the pink limousine and walking around the back to get to my side. Opening my door and holding his hand out for me to grab, slipping my hand in his and climbing out while tugging at the dress trailing behind me. Once i was out he let go, both of us looking at the huge mansion before us, the posh people around staring at us in awe. Numerous mutters coming from every direction as we walked side by side, "That's the Pheles, dressed so spectacularly" My unsteady steps were soon evened out as his arm locked with mine, guiding me towards the door. Nodding as a thank you and pushing through the crowd, the many masked people unnerving me. Wondering around the room trying to stay hidden and not to converse with other couples, but luck was not on our side. "You must be Mephisto Pheles" We turned to be met with what we could make out was a middle aged couple, posh might i add. Sticking out their gloved hands to greet us, shaking our hands and pulling away. "And who's this?" Pointing at me as i tightened my grip on his arm, waiting for him to respond. "My wife" They both stood shocked at his deadpanned voice, "Beautiful is she not" Reaching out to shake their hands once again before turning around and walking away, leaving them stunned. "Did Mephisto tell you to say that?" "He promised an unlimited supply of candy if i complimented you and behaved" How did i know, its amazing what the power of sweets can do. We spent a few minutes standing by the snack bar in the corner of the large ball room. Amaimon's eyes flicking between me and the potato chips, "Go on, just don't make it obvious" He was gone, stuffing his face past the mask. This was boring, now i understand why he didn't come. I was approached by yet another couple, looking a little younger then the last, in their twenties maybe. Matching floral attire and eyeing me, "Beautiful dress" "Thank you" Reaching out my hand to shake but to only be shut down, Amaimon re-inviting himself and standing beside me. Their judging eyes scanning me over, was everyone here uptight asshole's! "Tell me, how could you afford such a dress" Laughing as she clung to her fat partner, "Don't talk to her like that" The demon next to me joining in, somehow they had already gotten on his bad side. "Who are you suppose to be? Her butler?" His arm wrapped around my waist and pulling me close to him, protectively growling.

"Her husband" The brunette scoffed, clearly angered by his tone "Do not speak to me using that to-" "Shut your fucking trap" I cut her off, "Oh i am so sorry, that just seemed to slip out. Lets start again, i'm (Y/n) Pheles. A pleasure to meet you" Her jaw hanging at my rudeness, ready to argue back but was pulled away by her husband. He seemed to know of the last name and knew not to cross that dangerous path, apologizing and dragging her away, residing on the other side of the room. "That felt amazing! Thank you Amaimon" Throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him, only to pull away and guide him to the center of the ball room. "Lets dance" He stood frozen processing my words noticing how the others surrounding us gracefully danced, grabbing my hand and wrapping his free arm around my waist slowly dancing to the beat of the song. "I never knew you could dance" "Me neither" "Learn something new everyday" This was nice, the heat radiating from his hand onto mine warming me. Our slow yet elegant steps taking everyone by surprise, their full attention on us as we blocked them out. The thrills on my dress spreading out as he span us, pulling me back to his chest. Coming to an end and leaning against him for support, the phone in my bra buzzing. I only had one contact in that phone, knowing exactly who it was i pulled Amaimon off to the side with me. Pulling out the pink phone and reading the messages,

~Papa Mepphy~:

Heya hun! How's the party
going? Pleasant i hope~

<3 Hot Mama:

Is everyone here always such pricks?

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