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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Nightclub Dance with the Devil

She told me later that her friends called her Lucifer.

It made sense.

I’d never met anyone more like the devil in my life.

That face.

That smile.

Those eyes.

It all bore, and it hurt all over.

She asked me what I was drinking.

I said water.

She asked me to take her hand.

It was shaking.

“See how it shakes?” she asked.

I took it.

“Drugs,” she said.

Oh. Now her eyes made sense.

She asked me what I had done.

I said nothing.

I don’t know why I blushed.

It doesn’t embarrass me.

She smiled.

She told me I was rare, that she liked that.

I knew she meant it.

She noticed the bartender wasn’t helping me.

She asked for my glass and left with it.

I stood there until she broke back through the crowd.

Always that smile.

“Sink water,” she said.

I thanked her but stared down into the cup for too long.

She noticed.

“I would never drug you. All you’d have to do is ask, but no.

I’d never drug you.”

I can’t explain how.

But I knew it was the truth.

I tossed it into planter when her back was turned.

It was the principle.

We moved downstairs to the show.

It was hot as hell.

She put some strange glasses on my face.

Everything got darker.

But the strobe lights sharper.

It made the music scorch my skin.

Had I ever moved like this before? 

She told me I looked more beautiful with them on.

I took them off.

It was the principle.

But she never grabbed me.

Didn’t stroke my face, like that tall one did.

Didn’t tug my shirt, like those other ones did.

She never pulled me, never touched me

Except to help my hands to the ceiling

Or when she rubbed my shoulders to wake me up

When my dancing slowed.

It was a total nightmare.

I was so exhausted.

I was so confused.

I wanted to stop moving...

But  knew I never would 

Not while the darkness played.

I dared once to look at her,

And she had the biggest smile yet:

“You dance all night with nothing. I want your whole spirit."

I knew she meant it.

Paired with the music this reignited my dancing.

I was fueled by the sudden vanity…

And I implore to you understand.

You must understand.

I learned how the devil works that night.

She is honest, that is the scariest part.

She makes you decide for yourself.

She will offer you Sin like a lady.

She will be the most interesting, toxic conversation you’ve ever had.

She already knows how it All works.

…But she doesn’t force your evils.

She inquires you to reflect on them.

She can cater to the temptations, if you want.

Only if you want.

And there I was,

Dying to get away...

And feeling like I'd die if I left...

When suddenly the approaching sunrise broke the spell.

Andjustlikethat. 

I stopped dancing

And walked out.

She didn’t try to stop me,

She just made that smile.

It made me shudder

And wish to see her again

At the same time.

And as the distance grew…

As the sun rose over my nightmare…

I realized that though I walked with angels, 

The devil makes one hell of a dance partner.

By the time I made it home

It was light out.