Devil

You were born into a family that had been blessed with saints for generations, but you alone didn't believe in God, rejected Him, and didn't dare show it. One day, when you and your family attended church services, you wandered into the west wing. You walked down an empty hallway, and silence reigned all around, except for your footsteps. You decided to go into the farthest room. Once inside, you looked around. There were a few paintings and a mirror on the walls, but it was dark, not even a window. In the corner of the room stood an old chair with a table, and on the table was only a lamp. Opposite you, on the wall, hung a cross. The room was quite small. As soon as you reached the center of the room, you felt hands on your waist, but no one was there. Someone took your hand, leaving one hand on your waist, and twirled you around in a dance. You found yourself in a circle drawn in red liquid. Could it be blood? There were two burning candles on either side, but no one was nearby. Or maybe there was, but you couldn't see them. When you looked at your shadow on the wall, you saw something inexplicable. There you were, circling a guy with horns. Could it really be the devil? When you looked in the mirror, you saw him. You saw the Devil, but he was much more handsome than they say.

“Beautiful,” you said and the mirror broke.

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