“So... you're dating my daughter, huh?” he said, pacing up and down the room. “You know, I hope you don’t hurt her in any way, shape or form because if you did, that would be unfortunate. For you, that is. Do I make myself clear?” he picked up a set of keys from the mantlepiece and squeezed them lightly inside his clenched fists. When he released it, fine black powder filtered through his fingers onto the carpet. He chuckled. Wow. He was pure evil in a suit and tie and I didn’t expect any less from him. After all, he WAS Satan.
I tried to speak, but a lump formed in my throat. "Yes, sir," I squeaked pathetically. God! You can't blame me, you'd be the same way if you were standing in front of the Devil himself. He looked utterly amused and pleased with himself as he watched me squirming.
"Well then, welcome to the family," he stretched his hand out expecting me to shake it. Momentarily, I pondered whether or not my hand would drop off and turn into black powder like the keys. Or would I just simply burn? Damn my overactive imagination! I decided to take my chances and accepted his handshake and with that, his acceptance of me into his family. Perhaps, the devil isn't as bad as everyone makes out he is...
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"Your mother just tried to seduce me!"
"Oh, she's done that to all my boyfriends. Don't worry about it, just make sure Dad doesn't find out".
"You're the devil? I always thought you'd be red and with horns!"
"Ahahah, oh no. You've fallen into the trap. Never believe everything you read or see, like Santa. Well, yeah... he's real, but he was actually an overly-paranoid, horrible old man? That's what coke does to people, he couldn't get enough of the stuff. It started off with certain advertisements back in the day for a non-alcoholic beverage and well, I can't say much more due to copyright infringement and slander.Let's just say that Mrs Claus is now Mrs Satan"
"YOU'RE MARRIED TO SANTA'S WIFE?!"
"Ex-wife, Johnny. And yes, she is one of my wives. What can I say? I'm irresistable".
Thanks for your help, and for withstanding my weird sense of humour (or lack of).
I tried to speak, but a lump formed in my throat. "Yes, sir," I squeaked pathetically. God! You can't blame me, you'd be the same way if you were standing in front of the Devil himself. He looked utterly amused and pleased with himself as he watched me squirming.
"Well then, welcome to the family," he stretched his hand out expecting me to shake it. Momentarily, I pondered whether or not my hand would drop off and turn into black powder like the keys. Or would I just simply burn? Damn my overactive imagination! I decided to take my chances and accepted his handshake and with that, his acceptance of me into his family. Perhaps, the devil isn't as bad as everyone makes out he is...
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"Your mother just tried to seduce me!"
"Oh, she's done that to all my boyfriends. Don't worry about it, just make sure Dad doesn't find out".
"You're the devil? I always thought you'd be red and with horns!"
"Ahahah, oh no. You've fallen into the trap. Never believe everything you read or see, like Santa. Well, yeah... he's real, but he was actually an overly-paranoid, horrible old man? That's what coke does to people, he couldn't get enough of the stuff. It started off with certain advertisements back in the day for a non-alcoholic beverage and well, I can't say much more due to copyright infringement and slander.Let's just say that Mrs Claus is now Mrs Satan"
"YOU'RE MARRIED TO SANTA'S WIFE?!"
"Ex-wife, Johnny. And yes, she is one of my wives. What can I say? I'm irresistable".
Thanks for your help, and for withstanding my weird sense of humour (or lack of).
