Death's Devil [Part 1]

A young woman stood beneath the flickering light of a street lamp. Her thin, silk black cloak swirled around her smooth, pale legs. A slight wind brushed past her as she waited for complete darkness on the abandoned street. Her blood red lips curled into a sinister yet alluring grin as she walked gracefully and silently towards her destination.

"Lucas..." she whispered, her voice carried along by the breeze as enchanting as a harmony.

She stopped outside a door made from brass and steel, waiting. The door burned a bright red as if fire was pouring from the sky. She stepped forward and placed a hand upon the knob. Her dark red nails glowed beautifully, and then the door opened.

She stepped inside, her cloak swirling around her. As soon as the door closed with a soft thud behind her, she breathed out quietly and let the hood on her head fall. Luscious black locks tumbled down her back, and her mesmerising brown eyes looked ahead.

"My love..." she whispered, moving a step forward. Suddenly, she was picked up and placed on someone's broad shoulders. She looked down and smiled devilishly.

"Lucas... My love."

The handsome man carrying her placed a chaste kiss on her sinful lips. He walked towards an office that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, before entering and placing his beloved on a leather couch.

"Death is my life," Lucas whispered sweetly into her ears. He placed a hand on the woman's stomach, gently rubbing his hands up and down.

Death sighed in content. She took off her robe and looked down at her slightly swollen belly in adoration.

"A baby born of the Devil's sinful fire and by Death's ferocious soul. A baby conceived from the Devil himself and his Grim Reaper."

Death was her name. And she loved the only being of existence that lived for death. The Devil. A match made in Hell.