Devil's Imposter Bride

My blood ran cold as they leered at me, their eyes filled with lust and greed. I knew what they wanted, and I knew I couldn't fight them off. They were too strong, too determined.

"Please, don't do this," I begged, tears streaming down my face. But they only laughed, their grip on me tightening.

"Oh, we will do whatever we please," the leader said, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You are so beautiful; we can't resist having our way with you before handing you over."

"Be grateful, wench," another spat wickedly. "Tonight, we are going to show you the great pleasure you can have before death." 

The rest snickered at his words. 

Just as the leader was about to lay his hands on me, I mustered all the strength I had left and fought back. I kicked and clawed, trying to break free from their hold. But they were too strong, and my efforts were in vain.

Suddenly, one of the guards became enraged and struck me across the head, causing me to see stars. I felt the stinging sensation of his hand against my face, and I could feel my clothes being ripped apart as he tore at them with his sharp fingers.

I was helpless, at the mercy of these evil men. Tears streamed down my face as I realized I was about to become a victim of their cruel pleasures. But just as I thought all hope was lost and I was about to give in to despair, I heard a blood-curdling scream followed by the sound of bones cracking.

The guard's grip loosened as they were suddenly tossed aside like rag dolls. I looked up and saw a figure looming over me, tall and imposing. At first, I thought it was a man, but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized that he was not human.

He was something else, something sinister.

His long black hair fell in waves around his devilishly handsome face, accentuating his sharp features. His eyes were as black as the night, and they seemed to sparkle with a hint of malice. A long, black coat adorned his broad shoulders, adding to his aura of danger. His pale skin was flawless, except for long black nails that looked like they could slice through skin effortlessly.

And his smile sent shivers down my spine as I felt a primal fear grip my heart.

I could not move as I watched in terror as this being, this man who looked like a devil from old tales, killed the four guards effortlessly. His movements were smooth and calculated, and there was a sadistic pleasure in his eyes as he ended their lives. I wanted to scream, to run, to do anything other than stand there frozen in fear, but I was paralyzed.

After the last guard fell to the ground, the devil turned to me, his gaze piercing through me as he approached. I was sure he was going to harm me, perhaps even worse than the guards. 

But instead, he reached out a hand and helped me to my feet. I couldn't believe it, was he going to spare me?

But then I noticed something in his eyes, something I couldn't quite pinpoint. It was a mix of curiosity, amusement, and maybe even a hint of tenderness.

He looked at me as if he had never seen anything like me before. It was both terrifying and intriguing. All of a sudden, the devil's demeanor changed, and he leaned down, his lips hovering near my ear.

"You're safe now, little one," he whispered in a low, seductive voice. "But remember, not all saviors are what they seem."

And with that, he vanished into the darkness. I was left standing in the forest, shaken and confused. 

What exactly just happened? Was I just saved by a man who looked like the devil? Or was I saved by the devil himself? 

I was completely shocked and in disbelief. For a moment, it all seemed like a worst nightmare however, when I looked at the bodies of the guards around me, I knew it was all real.

As I tried to process what had just occurred, my body gave in to the shock, and I collapsed onto the ground, my world fading to black as I lost consciousness.

***

Something was wrong, very wrong.

The devil's black cloak billowed behind him as he stormed through the dark, eerie forest. His usually stoic expression was twisted in anger and frustration. Something was stirring within him, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. 

He could feel a growing sense of restlessness in his chest. His anger was bubbling up to the surface, fueled by an insatiable desire for blood. He wanted blood; the more, the better. 

At the same time, there was something else. He felt as though a force was pulling him back to the spot where he had just saved that young girl from that group of stupid guards.

Yes, he saved a young girl. Ironic, right?

Heh. He wanted to laugh at that thought.

He was the devil, the darkest evil creature who knew no mercy, and yet, today, he saved a girl. 

Maybe this was the reason behind his restlessness.

Cursing under his breath, the devil continued on his path, his mind consumed with thoughts of blood and destruction. He longed to unleash his wrath upon the world, to make anyone and anything in his path suffer. But as he wandered deeper into the forest, the agitation within him grew stronger. It was almost like a magnet, drawing him inexorably closer to that young girl.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, the devil changed course and made his way back to the clearing where he had left the girl. As he approached, he could see her lying motionless on the ground, her long black hair splayed out around her.

Why did he save this little human?

What was so special about her?

Was it her beauty? Or was it those mesmerizing pair of forest green eyes? Or was it that delicious soul in that body?