Dahlia and the Devil

The so-called Evil one, Lucifer, was walking through hell. The netherworld, where wicked demons wonder looking hungrily a soul to harm, was sizzling. The Devil felt numb, once again, walking in the candescent and torrid kingdom he ruled, carmine fields and a ruby sky above him felt just like a winey cage he couldn't escape from. With no one to love, with nothing to feel he just tried to be free, wonder and wonder is the only thing he did.

After a while, he was just too tired to continue walking and he would have walked right back to his castle if it wasn't because out of the blue, maybe more red than blue, he saw a flower that bloomed right in front of his eyes. Lucifer felt his heart pounding in his ears "how is this possible?" he asked himself. Between the fear and the desperation the Prince of Darkness staggered and fell right in front of the beautiful scarlet Dahlia. After pinching his arm and blinking three times he realized he wasn't dreaming and what he had found was too pure and delicate for the infernal perdition his kingdom meant. So he took some dead leaves and covered Dahlia up in a feverish hope that no malignant spirits touch her.

Satan would visit Dahlia every day, he loved her so much he feared as well and one day when walking up to her Lucifer froze. Looking down, he saw that one of her petals was broken and in a rash fear consumed him and ripped Dahlia off the ground. Right after a tear rolled down his cheek and an enraged scream fell from his mouth.

When he realized what he did Lucifer ran back to his castle and rambled between the walls of the halls until reaching his bedroom which would have felt like a safe space but paranoia ran through his veins, blood rushed his winey tunnels as he tried to calm down. He knew that his actions would bring despair and agony but he just tried to block these feelings he had, melancholic thoughts about the day Dahlia was born attacked his mind.

As the days moved on Dahlia began to wilt and the softness was left in the past. The Evil One griefed each petal that fell and leave his room he wouldn't as he wanted to be each minute next to her. He took some paint and a brush ... Satan tried to cover her scars, to make her look as beautiful and pure she once was, but he knew Dahlia would fall and never rise again.

In the end when Lucifer couldn't help but accept the fact that she had already fall into the penumbra and his kingdom would never be illuminated by her shine and his heart would always be filled with darkness inside.

She left and he died inside.

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