I wait in the pentagram, standing in bare feet and white dress, for my beloved, my intended husband, my demon King. They encircle me, chanting, thinking that I am a pawn, an offering, a sacrifice. They imagine that they control me. They imagine that, through me, they will control Him.
They don’t know who they’re dealing with.
Like the Gothic feel of the this one. Interesting take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThanks :-)
DeleteReminds me of some of Karen Marie Moning's "Fever" series...makes me want to read more, a LOT more!
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Romance & Mystery...writing my life
Thank you for reading and commenting :-)
DeleteWell ALRIGHT! It's about time somebody turned the tables on "them." Good Show, David!
ReplyDeleteThanks! :-) I have a feeling 'they' are going to have a very bad day. ;-)
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