"The devil."

I can't help but laugh at what he has just told me. The Devil? Please! He is taking this Hallowe'en stuff far too seriously, and he doesn't even like Hallowe'en! His mouth goes into a big O in surprise of my reaction. Why is he surprised? He cannot possibly think that I will be taking him seriously when he says something like this to me. It's absurd. I don't understand why he would say something like this. Is he playing a sick joke on me and all that forest freak out was all staged? The idea of that makes me feel livid.

"Are you fucking with me?" I ask stunned.

"Why would I fuck with you like that?" he asks very seriously. He doesn't seem to be playing along with my laughter, nor my sudden anger at him. I don't want to believe it, this is a joke, a silly Hallowe'en joke.

"Well... because its Hallowe'en..." I continue still sitting down. I suddenly feel lost for words as I see him get all rough around the edges. His expression doesn't change. He is stern about this. He doesn't look to be comfortable right now, like there is a hint of panic in the way he is holding up his body.

"I'm being very much serious Annabelle!" he declares his voice like a foghorn. Why is he raising his voice at me for a joke?

"Please don't joke about stuff like that, it's fucking ridiculous!" I shout back at him as I stand back up to my feet. They still feel a little shaky, but my surprise and annoyance with him graces me with some strength.

"I'm not fucking around with this Annabelle!"

Shivers run down my spine with the way he says my name. So gravely and gruff, but loud, very loud in fact. I walk around the coffee table standing inches away from him.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" I yelp.

"Then shut the fuck up and listen to me!" he says violently. I am taken a back. He has never told me to be quiet like this before.

An unexpected gust of fury showers over me and abruptly my palm is swinging at his face clapping the side of his cheek. It hurts me more than it hurts him. My palm is tingling in pain. I look down rubbing my other hand on it to cool down the aching. When I look back up Damien is facing away, his face turned to the right of him. There isn't even the slightest bit of redness on his cheek from my slap. When he sluggishly turns his head around to face me again, I yelp backwards almost falling at my own tangled feet.

"What the fuck!" I gasp my voice all wobbly. He is staring at me with black eyes. Completely black, exactly like what I saw back in the forest. It almost looks like black pearls so squeaky clean I can see myself in them, and I look terrified, I am terrified! I hug myself with my arms to protect myself from him. He blinks his eyes and then suddenly they go back to the sparkly crystal blue eyes that I am much more familiar with.

"What the fuck was that! What happened to your eyes?" I say wheezing. I am suddenly struggling to breathe. My voice is low and trying to take a breath in, is painful. My chest feels tight and stings. I feel faint like I'm about to pass out. My head is all fuzzy and I cannot articulate any of my thoughts running through my disorganised head.

I lean onto the wall near the fireplace to keep myself steady. Damien is by my side, his hands wanting to reach out to help me. "Don't touch me!" I scream but it sounds more like a squeal of a pig as my voice is breaking from my struggles to breathe.

"Annabelle you need to sit down, let me help you," he says in a Soto voce.

"No! I can help myself," I say as I stumble clumsily back over to the sofa.

There is a moment of silence which is filled with the sound of an old clock ticking away and the unblemished sounds of the hissing fireplace. I am breathing heavily. My hands grasping onto my chest in hope that the pain goes away, but I feel weak. My hands are shaking. I cannot fathom everything that has just happened. This is either a dream or Damien planned all of this, that evil bastard!

"What...How..." I try saying but my voice sounds like a disappearing animal.

I look up and see Damien pacing around the room, until he abruptly holts to a stop. He gapes at me, but his expression doesn't change. He is still serious. Now more than ever. He runs his hands through his brown hair rubbing the back of his scalp.

"You must have gotten the clues the past three months Annabelle," he commences. "you must have known that something is off about me."

"What clues?" I asked confused. I still cannot process the fact the he might just actually be the devil, and I have been dating him for three whole months! Oh god does that mean I fucked the devil too! How is that even possible? The godly figure standing before me is much more blasphemous than I have ever imagined him to me.

"The warmth of my body and how it fills the room," he takes a few steps forward, standing in front of the sofa, "my constant disappearances," he sits down on the other side of the lounger near me, "my, as you call them, controversial views on religion," he discloses to me.

I pant trying my hardest to recollect the list and try to make sense of it. Deep down, I took notice of them. I knew they were there, but I never thought to correlate them to this! Thinking that your boyfriend is the very definition of evil is not something that casually crosses a person's mind.

"How the fuck was I supposed to associate them to this! To you being...the Devil," I say the D word so quietly, like it's a dirty word. He chuckles at me quietly to himself, a sudden smile appearing on his face for the first time since this morning.

"Not funny!" I say as he continues to tease me with his laugh.

"You're right it's not," he says his face lowering into something more serious once again.

"Why only tell me now?" I ask puzzled and wanting to know everything. How, what, when! But where was I supposed to start? If this is all true, and I'm not dreaming about any of this there must be so much information for him to tell me, for me to ask.

"I was looking for the right time to tell you this."

"And you think scaring me in the middle of the forest is the perfect timing?" I ask staggered by his response.

"It wasn't a wise choice; I admit that now."

An audible laugh escapes my mouth. "Funny way of picking your timing."

I look away from him, every nerve ending in my body is telling me to be scared of him right now. If he is who is claims to be then I cannot possibly be with him anymore.

"I know and I'm sorry for that," he apologises, it sounds sincere. I want to ask him about the forest incident. About the howling, if he planned all of this. Memories of it unexpectedly feel distant, but the fright is still haunting.

"So, it was you!"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there was something chasing you, but it wasn't me."

I course my hand to my face rubbing my forehead in concern trying to recollect the events of tonight. It quickly darts to my mouth as the feelings of nausea from the forest come pilling back up in my stomach. This has got to be from the overwhelming amount of information given to me.

"I feel sick," I whisper.

"Let me get you a glass of water," he says and without looking at him I can feel his body rising from the sofa. His heavy footsteps making the old wooden floors creak loudly as he makes his way into the kitchen. Faintly, I can hear him pouring the water into a glass before he walks back. My eyes are still looking down onto the ground. Searching for something as they stare into the patterns of a dusty old rug beneath my feet.

Damien appears in front of me, but I don't dare look up, I'm scared I'll see those black eyes again. The glass of water is placed in his hand as he tries to hand it to me. Reluctantly I take it, our fingers briefly brushing against one another making my body recoil, instigating all my hairs to shoot up.

"Thank you," I undertone, my mouth going dry, so I take a big long sip of the water to quench my thirst. The clear liquid is refreshing and cold.

"I know you'll probably have a lot you'll want to ask me, and that you might need some time to think about all of this, but I want you to know that I am telling you this secret... this secret identity of mines for a reason. I meant it when I said I loved you, but those feelings are all new to me, I've never gotten so involved with a human before," he states as he sits back down beside me making sure to keep his distance.

"A lousy human like me," I say under my breath somewhat irritated at him and myself for letting this situation blow out in this way.

"Don't belittle yourself like this Annabelle, you're so much more than that to me,"

"An inferior little human for you to toy and fuck around with," I say stamping the glass of water onto the coffee table out of a growing anger in the pit of my stomach. Some of the water spills out onto the table and my hand. I wave it in the air and dry it on my jeans.

"Stop it Annabelle!" he shouts at me causing my body to quiver in fear.

"You scare me when you shout at me," I say small and quietly.

"I'm sorry," he apologises and there is that moment of silence again. I feel like I can hear my own heartbeat around the room right now.

I'm forcing my mind to focus. I am scared of him, he scares me, him and his dark black eyes which glared deep to the core of my soul, but there is a part of me, a very small part of me that wants to stay. It wants to believe that Damien is still the same person as he was before. He won't hurt me, he hasn't, yet, but what if he will? And what does this mean for us? I'm sure there is some Hell law which forbids the Devil from having such relationships with humans, but then again, if he's truly the Devil, then wouldn't that mean he's like the King of Hell or something and that rules don't apply to him.

My mind wonders of debating if I am the first human, he has told this to, surely, I can't be the only one. I get a sudden déjà vu and the room begins to feel familiar. The exact moment that I am experiencing feels like I have experienced it before, but where? In a dream?

"Holy shit," I say out loud. I cannot believe I've been dating the royalty of evil this entire time. How unholy of me.

"What's wrong?" he asks concerned. I look at him for the first time in what seemed like a while. His brows are creating that crease again. The crease that I was caressing with my thumb not too long ago.

I inch a little closer to him but still keeping my distance from his warm unholy body.

"How-how did this all happen to you?" I finally choke out.

"You mean how I became the Devil?" he asks. I nod causing him to think for the right words to use as he looks away from me for a brief moment.

"When my creator, that is my father, died, naturally the throne was given to me," he says as if it should be obvious.

"Who was your father?" I ask curious for his answer.

"Satan."

"Does that mean..."

"That I'm Lucifer, the son of Satan...yes."

"So, your name is not really Damien?" I ask as a wash of sadness kicks in. Did he really lie to me about everything?

"Theoretically, no, my birth name is Lucifer and that is what I am referred to by my demons."

"Your demons?"

"Yes, I along with my father, created a number of demons, mainly to serve us and fight in wars...terrorising humans."

"What do you mean?" I ask intrigued. He finally relaxes in his position. Shifting his body to sit more comfortably and placing his arm on the back of the sofa.

"After I was banished from Heaven, I created the first demon in rebellion against God. My father was quite pleased." He chuckles as he mentions his father. "Her name was Lilith, a woman I tortured in order to change her into a demon."

I gasp thinking about him torturing an innocent woman in the depths of Hell. I can't even imagine the things he must've done to her.

"Do you enjoy torturing women?"

"I enjoy torturing people, yes, it is a biological urge for me."

"Do you have an urge to torture me?" I asked scared to know his answer as my body shift back a little.

"Yes," he says simply, and I stop breathing. "But not in the way you'd think, not in a way that would hurt you," I resume my breathing. Phew. Okay so he doesn't want to torture me in that way. In what way then?

I want to ask him what he means by that, to tell me the ways he claims he wants to torture me with, but my mind curiously wants to know his age.

"How old are you?" I ask shyly. Afraid to look at him. I naturally inch a little closer to him again moving strands of my hair behind my ear.

"Three thousand odd years" he replies lowly.

My mouth drops to the floor. He has been alive literally since the beginning of time. He must have watched all of my ancestors grow and die.

"Have you been king all the time?"

"No, just the past 319 years."

"That's a really long time... that's super long and ... and old" I say under my breath too shy to look at him as I stare into the fireplace.

"Are you calling me old?" he asks seriously. I cannot tell if he is playing with me or if he is being grim. I look up at him and there is a small smile plastered on his lips, but it doesn't touch his eyes.

"A little, I mean gross you're the odd 33 centuries kind of old" I try jokingly. He laughs and a sigh of relief escapes my mouth.

Again, I move a little closer to him. Our legs are now touching and that cinnamon smell from his body is now invading my nostrils. It's so hallucinogenic, luring me into his embrace, I keep getting closer and closer to him. He doesn't move. He watches me as I come close enough to be able to be inches away from his neck. Gently and quietly taking in his smell. It's enough to send delicious tingles up and down my body.

"What's up with your scent? Is that a Devilish trait?" I question moving my hand over to rest on his shoulder, almost like I don't want him to move away from me while I allow my body to be engulfed with his aroma.

I can hear him chuckle quietly as he gently places his hand on my back, "A devilish trait that is a sort of trap, to lure people in," he begins, I quickly pull away to look at him. His eyes still a crystal blue, not revealing anything. "But you have a scent too," he continues as I lean in again to smell him.

"Like a new-born baby, pure and innocent, like someone who hasn't committed any of the seven deadly sins," he says, his alluring voice appealing to my ears.

At this point my heart is pounding from getting so aroused by his scent alone and I wanted him despite everything that has just happened, and if I later chose to leave him, this sounds like a good way to say goodbye. I sit on his lap, my breathing accumulative, feeling all wet and tingly down below. He doesn't push me away, instead he shifts his body, so we are more comfortable and rests his hands on the sides of my thighs.

"What are the seven deadly sins?" I ask breathlessly before pressing my lips onto his. He's reluctant at first but kisses me back. Little pecks on the lips that feel much more aggressive, before he forces my mouth open for him. His hands wonder to the hem of my sweater grasping it and tugging on it. My hands are at the nape of his neck pulling on his hair before I quickly pull away.

"Pride," he says with a smirk as I quickly take off his sweater pulling it over his head and dropping it to the ground.

Our lips reunite once again as my hands rest on his chest. One of his hands slips under my sweater and gently with his fingertips traces my spine up and down sending electric currents all over my body. It's a sizzling deliciousness and I wanted more.

He pulls me out of my sweater, quickly and forcefully pulling it over my damp hair and finds his way to my neck. He pushes my hair to one side and starts sucking and kissing the sensitive parts of my neck causing me to let out a few moans.

"Envy," I hear him say in-between his kisses.

He then lifts me up and stands. He wants to take this somewhere else, to his bedroom? My eyes shoot open as I scan where he is taking me struggling to focus as he continues to kiss my neck. He's taking us to a room with a king-sized wood, four poster bed and another crackling fireplace.

He throws me onto the bed my body hitting the silky red-wine sheets. I giggle as I watch him stand before me. Staring and taking in my half naked body. The king of Hell is about to fuck me. He spreads my legs open and scoots between them. He's shirtless with only his black jeans on. He is amused with himself. My eyes are taking in his godly body.

"Wrath," he continues. Holy shit his voice just gets sexier and sexier with each sin he tells me.

He launches himself on top of me between my legs kissing me briefly. Then moving down to my chin, then my neck, kissing from the middle of my neck to my right ear biting and pulling on it. He repeats the process on the other side before he gives my neck a long lick and a sloppy kiss. He is pinning my hands down by my wrists, I am helpless at his will and all I can do his moan and move to press my hips into him and his erection.

He moves down. Placing gentle kisses on my collar bones and between my breasts stopping at my bra. His right hand moves away from my wrist to the side of my back. Gently he brushes his fingertips on my soft skin.

"Arch your back for me baby," he says his breath hitting against my overly sensitised skin. I do as I'm told and with one swift movement, he unclips my bra and takes it off of me. My bare bosom exposed for him to admire.

He grunts, "Apathy," he says and I'm so in the moment it takes me a hot minute to realise he is continuing with his list of the seven deadly sins. He latches himself onto my breasts. Licking and biting on my nipples ensuring both get equal attention. I'm whimpering under him as I feel an orgasmic sensation building up inside of me.

"Oh, please," I beg, my nails digging into his upper arms. I am so close.

His mouth moves away from my breasts and he looks down at me gently massaging my nipples with his fingers.

"Please," I repeat at mercy with him. I was begging for a release. I was right on edge.

He smirks at me continuing to play with my nipples, and when he tugs at them, I crumble into a delicious orgasm, arching my back causing my breasts to push into the palms of his hands. My head jerking back completely relishing the aftershocks.

I can feel my cheeks scorching. My whole body is burning hot as he promptly grabs a hold of my legs and takes off my boots and socks. Then unbuttoning my jeans and taking me out of them. I watch as he takes off his jeans and boxers letting his erection spring free for me to admire. I lick my lips. I want him in my mouth, but instead, he spreads my legs wide open and shoves his face in between my legs. I can feel his warm heavy breath against my wet entrance.

"Greed," he continues as he licks the wet patch left on my pale green panties before sliding them off of me. Within seconds he is between my legs again, thrusting his erection inside of me. Stretching me out for him. I gasp, shooting my head back revealing my neck to him. He grabs a hold of it, my neck fitting perfectly in his stern grip.

"I want to look at your face while I fuck you," he says as his thrusts speed up their pace.

His grip around my neck tightens ever so slightly. As I moan, I watch his face enjoying the pleasure that I am providing him with my body. My hands dart over to his upper arms, clasping onto him as I feel myself begin to get close again.

Suddenly, he slows down, pressing his body into me, his face in the crook of my neck.

"Gluttony," he whispers in my ear, biting on my earlobe.

My hands wonder his body as he slowly fuck's me. One of my hands finds its way to his hair whilst the other rests on his back. My moans are getting softer and quieter. I can feel his hot breath against my neck. It tickles my sensitive skin causing me to try and wiggle and giggle.

He pushes himself off of me, looking deep into my eyes with his crystal blue eyes and just for a moment I forget what he has told me. Right now, I am not fucking with the Devil, I am fucking with Damien. The love of my life.

He latches his lips onto mines and kisses me zealously, putting me out of breath. When he pulls away, he bites and tugs on my lower lip before he starts bashing his hips into me and his sweet assault of my body is so enchanting.

Within moments I scream out my second orgasm at the top of my lungs. His continuous thrusts into me as he climaxes causes the aftershocks to tingle all the more. He collapses on top of me, sinking me into the soft mattress on the bed.

"And lust," he says when his breathing has accelerated back to normal. I use this time to take a sneaky whiff of his hair.

After a few minutes later, he moves off of me and rolls over to the side, propping himself up on his arm and looks down at me. I crunch into a ball onto my side facing him, biting on my lip as I glance up at him.

"That was...intense," I say shyly.

He reaches his hand up to my cheek and at first, I tense up, gradually letting myself soften into the palm of his hand. I close my eyes, letting the warmness of his hand prickle my rosy cheek. Strangely, despite everything, its comforting.

"Are you okay?" he asks sincerely.

"Uhumm," I mouth whilst giving him a nod. I look up at him as I open my eyes and he is smiling at me. His eyes still a crystal blue.

"Do you remember all the sins?"

"I think so," I say as I lay my head down. I yawn and shut my eyes.

"You should sleep, baby," I hear him say.

I am feeling so exhausted I don't even remember when I fell asleep.