Devil's Imposter Bride

The Devil's curiosity was piqued as he approached the unconscious girl. Despite the dust and tears that covered her face, she was still the most beautiful creature he had laid his eyes on. Her hair was black like an abyss, her skin was creamy and flawless, and her lips were a beautiful shade of red.

She looked fragile, like a delicate flower, but there was also a strength in her features that he couldn't ignore. The Devil couldn't understand why he was so drawn to her, why he couldn't take his eyes off of her, or why he didn't kill her like he would do to any normal human. 

As he got closer, he could feel an unfamiliar sensation stir within him. For the first time in his existence, he felt a pull towards someone, a strange longing that he could not explain. He knelt down beside her and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. 

Before he could even process his own actions, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. As their lips touched, a surge of electricity ran through his body, igniting a fire within him that he had never felt before. The pleasure that coursed through him was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist indulging in it for just a moment longer.

He reveled in the sensation, losing himself in the kiss as he explored every inch of the girl's soft lips. But his moment of pleasure was cut short as he was brought back to reality. He realized that he needed more, he needed to possess this beautiful creature completely.

As he pulled away, breathless, he noticed a faint smile on the girl's lips. It was as if she could feel his desire for her, even in her unconscious state.

The Devil was taken aback by this realization. He had always been the one in control, the one who seduced and manipulated others for his own pleasure. But this girl seemed to hold power over him without even trying.

Unable to resist any longer, the Devil reached down and picked up the girl, holding her close to his chest as he vanished into the darkness.

As the first rays of the morning sun penetrated through the dense foliage of the forest, Killian's eyes slowly opened. He blinked several times, trying to adjust his vision to the surroundings. The air was still and quiet, except for the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. He sat up, feeling the roughness of the animal hides beneath him.

Looking around, he saw that he was inside a small, dilapidated hut, barely standing against the elements. The hut was made of roughly hewn logs bound together with vines and mud. It was clear that nobody had lived there for a long time. The walls were covered with moss and fungus, while the floor was strewn with dry leaves and twigs.

Killian tried to remember how he ended up in this place, but his mind was hazy, and his thoughts were jumbled. Last night was the 20th of the month - a day he dreaded the most. It was the day when the Devil inside of him took complete control of his mind and body.

The thought made him shudder, wondering how many people did the Devil kill last night to sate his bloodlust. 

Ever since he was four years old, something would take control of him on this day. He couldn't explain it, but it was like an invisible force would grab hold of him and dictate his actions. At first, he was terrified and confused by this strange phenomenon. He didn't understand what was happening to him.

But one fateful night, when he was just a young boy, the Devil inside of him spoke to him. He was alone in his room, trying to make sense of the strange occurrences that seemed to happen every month. Just then, a voice whispered in his ear, telling him that he was different from other humans.

He introduced himself as the Devil inside of him, and that he was a part of him, and that they were one. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.

But as he grew older and the 20th of the month continued to hold a strange power over him, Killian began to understand that there was truth to the Devil's words. He was indeed different, and it wasn't just because of the strange loss of control he felt on this specific day. He could do things that other humans couldn't, like move objects with his mind and control things like fire. He had inhuman speed and strength. 

It made him almost invincible. But along with this came other emotions as well, like bloodlust, anger, arrogance, and pride. At first, he struggled with this realization. He was scared of what he was becoming and didn't know how to control these newfound abilities.

But as time went on, he learned to embrace them, using them to his advantage and slowly getting along with the Devil inside of him. 

Killian let out a deep, heavy sigh and ran his hand through his short black hair. Just then, he felt a slight movement beside him and turned his head to find a semi-naked girl sleeping soundly beside him, her body curled up in a peaceful, restful pose.

For a moment, he was struck speechless, unsure of what to do or say.

Who was this girl? And what was she doing here?

As he looked at her, he couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. She had long, flowing black hair that cascaded over her shoulders in a tangled mess. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her features delicate and serene. She looked like she was in a deep, blissful slumber, oblivious to everything . It was a beautiful sight, and Killian couldn't tear his gaze away from her.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed upon her in a daze, lost in thought. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made him feel a sense of calm and peace. 

Right at this moment, the Devil inside him spoke. "Ain't she pretty?"