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He was exactly the kind of guy you had been warned about when you were younger. Handsome, rebellious, avaricious, careless, sometimes dumb. But you couldn't help your heart. Afterall, the heart wants what the heart wants.
Every night and every day, you cursed at yourself, hitting your head with your fists, questioning why. Of anyone you could have fallen for, it was the avatar of greed. The type of person you had been warned of.
The man who would set your heart and soul ablaze, who would make you feel as if you were the only girl in the world, The man who would make you question your sanity, your worth. The man who would make you nervous and sick with butterflies, who would make you feel so much at once.
Truly, you were saying with fire, and you knew it. And maybe you loved it. The adrenaline of it, loving how the fire called 'love' spread through your bloodstream whenever he was near, or how hot your face wound up around him. And it was a relationship you knew you shouldn't peruse, you truly knew, but watching him with other incubi and succubus across the classroom, you threw whatever morals you had left put the window completely.
Whether Mammon liked it or not, he was to be yours. You would win whatever little game there was between you two. Putting it all on the line, your human life and afterlife, you knew youd happily get burnt by the fire that was him, if it meant he was yours.
Maybe it was because you loved paying with fire, afterall.
