Devil In Disguise Costume Novels & Stories

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

Devil's shirts and trousers. What should I do now? Wear that dress...! ****************

A lavender colored Mercedes Jeep of limited edition parked just at the entrance of Disguise company. The driver ( who was clad in black suit ) got out of the jeep and opened the back seat for his boss. Son enough, two feet came down the vehicle covered in white converse; the boss soon rivaled his full self and it was shocking to the beholders. Their boss today spotted ripped black jeans, a white t-shirt that seemed to proclaim his solid packs, a transparent blue jacket and a black chain around his neck. Today he had black sunglasses on, a pink bow on his hair and he held a small bag with pictures of barbie as a fairy princess. He then helped a little cutie out; a little beautiful little girl

He was dressed in an obscenely expensive looking suit—black on black, with a blood-red tie—and instead of a mask, he wore a paper grocery bag. A brown bag. Like the kind you get from a corner store. Someone had painted a smiley face on it. Two dots for eyes. One big, crooked grin. The screen didn’t display his name. It glitched. No alias. Just the words: THE DEVIL HAS ENTERED THE BIDDING.

He lifted both like a trophy. “I come bearing offerings.” “You come bearing a headache,” I muttered, pulling the door wider. Devon pushed past me immediately, all six-foot-seven of him. His hoodie was oversized and dark gray, half-zipped to show a black sleeveless top underneath. His sweatpants hung loose, and he wore a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes—typical disguise-mode Devon. And of course, the diamond studs glittered in his ears even in low light, because subtlety was not in his vocabulary. The sleeve tattoo on his left arm was barely hidden under the hoodie, swirling patterns of black and cobalt ink crawling over his skin.

I watched them eat it up, every polished, charming second of it, and forced myself not to gag. They had no idea. To them, he was brilliance wrapped in charisma. Yes. He was brilliant, really smart too. He could also be prefectly described as the devil in disguise. The Devil in a tailored charcoal suit who’d made my life hell from nine in the morning to… apparently… whenever he felt like it. Someone behind me whispered, “God, he’s no majestic.” Yeah, I thought. Demons could be majestic too. Christof continued effortlessly, captivating the crowd, not a single hair out of place.

She had shorts, tights underneath, officer’s hat and jacket. “Hot!” I declared and she laughed. “Your turn!” she screamed and I started looking for some outfits. “Doctor?” I asked, showing Mia the outfit. “No! This outfit doesn’t scream HOT!” she objected and started looking for the costumes. “Oh my god! I got it! Look!” It was a red, tight dress, the devil’s thorns and tail. “Isn’t it too revealing?” I asked, looking at the devil. “No, it’s hell of a hotness!”

I felt like a total fraud in my angel costume. The white dress was way too short, the bodice way too tight. I kept pulling at the hem, hyper-aware of every look. I was there to be professional, but the second I saw him across the room… my brain just melted. He was dressed as the devil. Of course he was. A perfect, tailored crimson suit and a mask that hid everything but those piercing eyes. I saw him watching me, his gaze a physical weight, and I panicked. I had to get out. I slipped away to the balcony, gripping the cold railing, trying to catch my breath.

My body jabbed backward and I hit the mirror behind me but it did not break. Fvcking hell! It was Mr Pompous himself, in flesh, and blood. When did he start knocking on my door? He barges in whenever he wants. I covered my mouth and raised my eyes to see the calm look on his face. Gosh! My sight narrowed down to see he was back in his usual dress code; the Armani suit of the emotionless Dev-- I'll say it, Devil. Maybe a good prefix, the charming devil. Haha... I wanted to stop myself from grinning but I already did.

I ask with a grin and he nods as he looks down at the boots. "I love this so much, hopefully Nathan and Marcus are in the outfits I picked for them," he says as he helps me put on the revealing devil costume. I slip the wings on my back and blush as I look in the mirror beside our lockers. "It's so nice," I say as I look at the small red underwear and straps across my chest. I position the horns on my head and smile as I do a twirl. "You look great!" Thomas says as he comes over in a maid outfit.