"At midnight when the clock struck twelve, Cinderella fled from her prince." A drawling voice reads as his throat warbles in a low hum, his lilac lips moved smoothly as he holds the ghost of a smirk on his pale paper white face as his mischievous purple irises flickered towards the direction of a quivering body.
"But the prince did not chase after her." He coos as he licks his lips and stares long and hard at the figure that lay crouched on the floor sobbing. Pitiful, he thought to himself as he rises from the mahogany chair and throws open the transparent curtains to let the lush moonlight flush in. The luminescent moon lit up the dark meager room, to reveal the figure of a grieving teenage girl.
Roses and lavender littered her skin, as thin undergarments hung loosely from her frail thin body, as she shook with sadness in the dying cold.
"Eliza are you ready?" He asks sweetly in a hauntingly sickening sweet voice, her dull watery blue eyes moved briefly to stare back at his own eyes. It was laced with fear and regret; it fueled his hunger. "Mephistopheles... There has got to be more time, more time to spend with-" Her voice was cracked and Mephisto could hear and feel that her throats was parched and ripped from the way her lover treated her. But did he care for a humans lowly ephemeral life;
"Oh babe, you entered the contract for just a night to be with him in the makings of love! I make him lust for you while you will give your soul to be if I succeed. It's even written down in the contract! With your blood too." He says grinning as he delicately pulls out a ripped page of a school book that had two drops of blood on it. Though the piece of paper looked like something you'd find in a trash bin - which was probably where Eliza found it from, it was the contract that bonded them both. She shook her head stubbornly as her eyes shown pleadingly with a fresh set of tears.
That just made taking her soul more delicious for him, it was the stubborn that had a nice crunchy and chewy texture - the texture he loved the most in humans. "But he loves me! Can't you have mercy-"
"What he feels for you is lust, he does not feel anything other than that. The infatuation you spoke so fondly of is a sweet lie." Her eyes widen, as her pulse quickens, this was the truth and even she, herself knew. Mephisto knew that she was nearing her breaking point through the contract that enabled him to feel and experience some of her nerves. He never got tired of the thrill of sensing the quickening of their post as anxiety sets in. It was amusing.
He needed to devour her before she broke, because broken souls were far too soft to eat. They were so soft that it practically just slid down his throat like some slimy residue. Other demons loved it, but he preferred something similar to what humans called "wild game". Without a word, Mephisto places a gentle smile on himself; something that he learned from one of his contracts that he formed with a human.
"The clock struck twelve and Cinderella turned back into rags." And when the magic words were spoken, Eliza became no more than a corpse, and Mephisto feasted on his hard won soul. After he finished, he gave a sidelong glance at the wooden framed mirror that was haplessly leaning in the wall as his reflection stared back at him.
His silvery white long hair flowed down and shown white in the moonlight, he would've looked like a normal human if it wasn't for his dark shiny curled horns that protruded above his floppy ears that looked similar to an elves. Reaching into his dark purple trench coat, he took out the contract that turned black apart from the two splotches of blood that lingered there.
"... You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created. Until uncertainty was found in you."
If only he looked as beautiful as he once was in the days of when he was a seraphim - not that he wasn't beautiful now. Though having fun in the human world wasn't exactly too bad, he got to understand the life he never got to experience - even if he did he would've long forgotten the feeling. Even if he did experience it, he wanted to remember what it felt like to feel even if he was only overseeing it through someone else's nerves.
Eliza served her purpose, and he wished that she never loved the guy that caused her to desperately reach out for anything, even a demons contract.
Like his usual tradition of naming them after story characters; he named her Cinderella. Scrawling the name on to the now black paper with white ink, he secretly hoped that she would meet a better 'happily ever after' in her next life.
He hopes and he wishes, even if he was the spawn of a Satans fruit.
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the devil cried 'live'
Short Story"All it takes is a piece of paper and a drop of blood- wait you want to die?" the ironic tale of the devil who tried to save a girl who wanted to die.
