[muse_shuffle] - Dance with the Devil
She had been raised to believe in God, but she found worshipping the Devil so much more alluring.
He had no horns nor spiked tail, and he walked with purpose and elegance. His smile was charming and his eyes mysterious, and it was easy enough to follow him even when he walked through fire. Or maybe it was easy simply because he wallowed in flames and she longed to feel them lick across her flesh, crackling and biting at everything she hated. Purity by fire and he would bathe her in ecstasy like no other could.
She followed him with eyes and mouth and thought, breathing on command and crying his name in praise though he never demanded it. He demanded so little, especially from her. She smiled and he touched her, spreading fire and freedom through her veins until she burned from the inside out. He let her do as she would, encouraged and cultivated all the vices and taboos that she'd been told were wrong. He opened her cage and smashed the mirrors locking her in and she made herself his temple to use as he would.
The Devil took her and she welcomed him, knowing full well what she was to him. He ripped her down and built her up and she whispered his name in reverence. He would grin and grant her what she desired and she knew it was just a bauble, just a way to keep her happy. She was the Devil's toy but he gave her freedom from the toy chest and she would let him pull her strings until she was old and broken and the threads had torn to their last fibre.
Everything she had ever been told was that the Devil took and gave nothing in return -- shadows and emptiness, false promises and broken joys. But she loved the Devil and all he gave her: red hands and wide smiles, desperate screams and a body that ached each morning, power and majesty and all that went with it.
He gave her attention.
So she gave him everything.
She had never put much faith in God. But she looked upon the Devil with rapture in her eyes.
Muse: Lucy Saxon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 361
Prompt: You're something beautiful // A contradiction // I wanna play the game // I want the friction (Muse - ‘Time is Running Out’)
He had no horns nor spiked tail, and he walked with purpose and elegance. His smile was charming and his eyes mysterious, and it was easy enough to follow him even when he walked through fire. Or maybe it was easy simply because he wallowed in flames and she longed to feel them lick across her flesh, crackling and biting at everything she hated. Purity by fire and he would bathe her in ecstasy like no other could.
She followed him with eyes and mouth and thought, breathing on command and crying his name in praise though he never demanded it. He demanded so little, especially from her. She smiled and he touched her, spreading fire and freedom through her veins until she burned from the inside out. He let her do as she would, encouraged and cultivated all the vices and taboos that she'd been told were wrong. He opened her cage and smashed the mirrors locking her in and she made herself his temple to use as he would.
The Devil took her and she welcomed him, knowing full well what she was to him. He ripped her down and built her up and she whispered his name in reverence. He would grin and grant her what she desired and she knew it was just a bauble, just a way to keep her happy. She was the Devil's toy but he gave her freedom from the toy chest and she would let him pull her strings until she was old and broken and the threads had torn to their last fibre.
Everything she had ever been told was that the Devil took and gave nothing in return -- shadows and emptiness, false promises and broken joys. But she loved the Devil and all he gave her: red hands and wide smiles, desperate screams and a body that ached each morning, power and majesty and all that went with it.
He gave her attention.
So she gave him everything.
She had never put much faith in God. But she looked upon the Devil with rapture in her eyes.
Muse: Lucy Saxon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 361
Prompt: You're something beautiful // A contradiction // I wanna play the game // I want the friction (Muse - ‘Time is Running Out’)