You were chosen by the heavens. Pure. Holy. A light to lead.

He is the devil wrapped in velvet.

He whispers to you at night when you pray. Leaves red roses in your bed. Murmurs “my darling angel*” as if it isn’t blasphemy.

You tell yourself you’re resisting.

You wear the necklace he gave you under your robes.

Tonight, he appears in your mirror. You flinch.

He smiles. “You always said you’d never fall for a monster.”

You clutch the necklace. Whisper, “I didn’t.”

He steps through the glass anyway. “Then why do you keep the proof so close to your heart?”