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the devil, in the flesh

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I met the devil at a very young age.
Didn't know she was the devil at the time. Don't even know if she did or not. Maybe she still doesn't. It's hard to say for sure.
We met by chance, and the significance really didn't make itself apparent.
The devil would dispute that there is no such thing as chance. So would the sorcerer, but he doesn't come into play yet. Not for awhile.

It was by a stream, at the edge of a small clearing in the woods, that our paths would cross.

There was a rock I liked to visit. One next to the stream, where I could sit and think. Sometimes my thought process would just stop altogether, and I would stare off into space. My existence never held any meaning, any importance. I think that's what bothered me.

Didn't have much use for people. Would just sit, alone, pondering existence and it's pointlessness. I digress. On this particular occasion, a girl would be sitting in my place. Doubled over, interested in something between her legs. Her long, unkempt hair hanging around it on uneven sides. Jet black, touching the ground, she works away at the object before her.
Approach.
One side of her hair caught behind her ear like a curtain being pulled back. Her skin, dark. Ashen gray, dead looking. Expressionlessly fixated on her work. A dead rabbit with it's head twisted one-hundred and eighty degrees that she's carefully peeling the skin from with her bloody, slender fingers in irregular patterns.

It is the most fascinating thing I have ever seen in my life.

She picks up a knife I didn't even notice the presence of, and carefully, slowly slides it into the inanimate rodent's belly. Carving a curve into the stomach, palm tightly wrapping around the back of it, fingers pushing in each side. The organs, the entrails are forced from their assembled position.
Pouring out onto my rock.

From the first minute I saw her, the devil was deconstructing the living world. Piece by piece. I admired that, I truly did. Such an odd fascination I had with this person whom I haven't even been formally introduced to.

Do you find this amusing?

Startled by her voice, I'm not too quick to answer.

Well?
Yes. Sorry. Yes, I am.

Setting down the animal and the tool, she looks up at me, smiling. Bright red lips stretched widely across her pale face, parted slightly to reveal her sharp teeth. Her eyes, black voids I get lost in. She denies me any further satisfaction, and breaks eye contact.

Interesting, she says.
What's your name?
Names? Those are unimportant. Not a single one will matter in the end.
Makes sense, I suppose.
Come here. Sit next to me.

She motions for me to approach, and scoots over, patting the empty space on the rock. Wordlessly approach and sit down. Facing away from her, looking down at my hands. Oh, how they shake.
Her forearm curls around my chin, her bloody fingers gently caressing my cheek. Skin freezing to the touch, numbing. Chills running up my spine, hairs standing on end.
Gently, she pulls my face towards hers.
Eyes wide, sucking me in. Her eyes close. Mine follow suit.
Lips connect. Her mouth tastes like smoke, and I'm already addicted. Takes my breath away. Lungs sucked dry, feeling light-headed.
Disconnection.
Breathe in, deep.
Eyes open, and there she is, staring at me, biting my lip. A light giggle, she teases me. Heart racing, a feeling like this unmatchable by any synthetic feeling any drug could ever cause.

One of these days, she says, I'm going to destroy you...