The devil. The almighty ruler of the Underworld. The one equal to God. Have you seen the devil before? Why no, you have not. You have not because she has not been summoned for years. But there she is, in the Underworld biding, biding for the time to come. Her painted nails are tapping, tapping a death lullaby. Her once glossy throne - the one she sits on - is now caked in dust. Her lips are a cherry-rose pink, the prettiest shade you have ever seen. Her dress is a Midnight Summer's blue, but is torn raggedly. By her jet-black-heeled boots are rankos. Rankos are rodents and pests of hell. Their beady red eyes are searching frantically for edible food. Their miniscule paws patter along the swirly marble floor as they move on and scuttle along. Her once shoulder-length, choppy hair, now reaches past her thighs. Her hair is still gleaming, gleaming like the full, silvery moon reflecting onto the night sea. She is the devil, who, you all shall fear. CREDITS TO @SLEEPMIN FOR THE FANTASTIC COVER
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