Epilogue
SCARLETT
O ver the course of my first three months at Servite Academy I know one thing is certain. The devil is real. I’ve seen him. He’s as real as real can be. Flesh and blood, yet untouchable. He walks among us, a king amongst his disciples. And he’s not at all what you’d expect.
He’s not a crimson god, nor does he have crooked horns, and least of all a piercing tail. He’s a beautiful, charming, alluring, and magnetic creature. Everything you’d ever dream of, just out of reach. Because he was once God’s favorite child. And he will always have been first, a fallen angel.
No, this devil among us is tall, blonde, eyes a stormy, ocean blue. Like the sky on a cloudy day right before the storm is about to ravage the earth. Like the ocean it’s ravaged leaving uncontrollable waves in its wake. He’s tattooed and dangerous. A king in his own right, but the prince of darkness, nonetheless. He’s the embodiment of chaos, power, and destruction. Capable of showing you immense pleasure as he drives you into madness with nothing but the calloused touch of his palms.
But you see, I have an advantage. One thing he isn’t aware of. Deep down, under the corrupted, tainted, and corroded parts, I am still an angel. I am both hellfire and holy water. Little does he know he trained me for this. I walked through the steeled gates of hell, and although I might have dented my halo and torn off my wings, I survived. The fire deep within my rotten core burned brighter than his flames that swore to consume me. I played with fire, and it felt good; besides, no one, not even he’d expect an angel to set his world on fire.
You’ve seen me descend to the deepest, darkest depths of hell’s inferno, now watch me rise.
The holy ground will burn at my feet.