Sophies choice

The Devil fell in love with her. Truly madly deeply.

Couldn’t deny no matter how much the Devil tried. And oh the Devil tried. So hard. All the tricks

But she was a goddess and not the weak one. The dark one. She could see through to the soul.. and the soul.. was divine.

So she scoffed at his devilishness.

He couldn’t believe someone saw him. Through and through. Could predict the moves. Through and through. Did not care or get scared or get spellbound like Lucifer would do to his victims.

She wasn’t a victim.

She was the wall he ran into.

Unmovable. Unimpressed. With her own army of devils. Her own plans. Her own path. She was protecting the devil with her presence… not the other way around

She could move things with her mind and bend forces to her will, just by thought and he had never seen anything like it.

She wasn’t disgusted with what he represented. That was the human cost of trauma. By hook or by crook. And brainwashing but mostly a generational need to belong.

The Devilland 🇮🇱 was a powerful idea and he swore allegiance

But she got frustrated by the collective stupidity. If you gotta be evil atleast be smart about it.

The goddess wonders what lies in the future for a devil who thought he was infallible. That’s not true anymore.

Does she do mind magic or let the universe do what it does best

And what if.. what if… she wants to save his soul? She knows it’s a choice.

Is it though?

Sophies choice