Heather Wheatley
Stories (1/0)
Forsaken Love
She fell through the heavens the holy one. She got caught in arms that were warm but yet a shivering cold. She opens her eyes to see black eyes staring down upon her. His smile was seductive but yet cold and brittle. Her heart pounded like ancient drums of the past. He whispered something in her ear. His voice was deep and leery. He placed a kiss upon her head and said, "You are mine now." His kiss burned like a cigarette at midnight. She was paralyzed by his dark beauty. Once that kiss was placed upon her head she knew what he was. She wanted to be with him though she didn't know why and she knew that her father God above the almighty would never accept her love for the designated brute of the depths of hell. She knew that she would be forever cast out of the heavens for all eternity but she didn't care. She told the devil himself that she would forever be loyal to him. She already knew that the kiss intertwined them together and she would never be able to break the seal that was placed upon her. So now and forever she is the devil's bride.
By Heather Wheatley7 years ago in Poets