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It's not fair, that this man has come into my life, disguised as an angel, when in reality he was Lucifer himself. I remember a song, by one of my favorite singers, that says: he's handsome as hell. Because I guess sin and temptation, have their appeal, and sometimes it's hard to say no. But sin and temptation always have their appeal. But sin and temptation will always have the same ending, guilt, and regret that makes you ache to your very soul.

The sermon I had prepared vanished. "Temptation is not a silent whisper," I began, my voice lower than usual. "It is a loud noise in a quiet room." I stared into space for a moment, my thoughts wandering. "It is the memory of a touch that makes the skin on your arms crawl even in the presence of the Holy Spirit. It is the scent of vanilla in a room full of incense." I gripped the edges of the wooden lectern until my knuckles turned white. The congregation was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

He didn’t say a word. But the look he gave me said everything. He wasn’t signing anything. He wasn’t leaving us. And he was willing to burn the entire world down to get our children back. The black van rammed us one final time. The SUV spun. The world tilted. And all I could think as the tires left the ground was that Victoria had finally played her last card. And it was our own child.

“Thought I’d make up for... last night.” I blinked. “What’s the occasion?” He shrugged one shoulder, that cocky grin tugging at his lips. “Since I made you sore, the least I could do is feed you.” I laughed, my cheeks flushing instantly. “Wow. That’s your apology?” “Not an apology,” he said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my temple. “More like... an offering. To the goddess I worshipped last night.” My heart skipped. “Damn. That’s smooth.”

Allen's eyes widened. "You accepted her help?" "I didn't know it was from her until months later." Silence settled between us again. "I kept telling myself I'd repay her kindness someday." "But every time I went home..." "My father reminded me why I shouldn't." I clenched my jaw. "He died six months ago." Allen remained quiet. "His last words were..." I stopped. The memory was too painful. "...'Don't forgive them.'" My voice cracked. "I promised him." A tear slid down my cheek.

"Uhh, listen. I am sorry if I hurt you. My decision is final, nonetheless. It's over, Molly. Don't waste your time with me. Somewhere in the world is another man waiting for his chance with you. He will worship and cherish you in a way you truly deserve. Unfortunately, I can never be that man. So, make your peace with it. I just can't give you what you seek and desire." Her head pounded on her neck with defeat. My statement was resolute, and finally acknowledged by her. Sadness was written all over her face and still she raised her chin high and made one last requirement. "Before you go, make love to me one more time." "Molly, I don't make love." "Fuck me then. It's the last request I will e

The only thing that keeps me going on is the fact that in three months I'm eighteen and I can leave this fucked up life of me behind and finally go to college and live my life how I want to. Tyler said last night I could go to college and that it's my choice whether I continue my work as Seductive Temptress or leave it all behind and I'm leaning towards the latter. I don't want to be apart of this world anymore and Tyler knows it. He is giving me my freedom.

For all of this to happen without his notice would mean he was either captured first or living under a rock. Ha! I could probably write a story to Belzebub describing what happened. I could call the tale, "She Tempted the Devil." With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, I set out on my journey, fueled by the fire of rebellion and the quest for truth. The world may have thought they won, but I will prove them wrong. I am Asmodeus, a former King of Hell, and I will not be silenced.

CHAPTER HUNDRED-FORTY-TWO *Please God, let it be an intruder!* "I said you should keep it shut, damn it!" Amber whispered fiercely, with a hint of warning in her voice. Her eyes gleamed with anger for the interruption to her "special torture ceremony" of Anthrax. Hannah adamantly continued struggling and muffled screams hoping that the supposed intruder would come to her rescue. But how the hell is she certain someone is coming to rescue her?