My Perfect Sin

The Devil thrives on secrets, secrets, and sins. That is what drives you straight to Hell, the things that your mind desire; those are the things that doom you one day. Me, personally, I do enjoy a good secret; I can, with the utmost confidence, turn whatever you are keeping silent and turn it into your destruction.

Now, if you do say that there is something that you need to tell me, I immediately get that excitement that builds from deep within the ruthless parts of me, those deep dark places that need to feed on the suffering and pain. It is a yearning to that desires all the forbidden.

And it is with this yearning, this desire to have a blissful sin uttered in my ears, that I am eagerly slip on one of my best suits. With one satisfied yet eagerly sneaky smile, I give myself a once over in the tall mirror. Dressed in all black, a suit soft and silk to the touch, I fix my hair for what has now been almost the tenth time. For one that has been tossing in a bed that he