You didn’t have a usual upbringing. Your parents kept you secluded on their farm. Paranoia and fear control them, the tragic death of your late sibling changing them for the worst, but this is all you know.

Only the basics had been taught to you, as you held more value to them as an additional laborer on the farm as opposed to having your head in books all day. Every night you found yourself kneeling by the window, staring up at the stars and praying for a way out. Praying for more. This can’t be all that life has in store for you.

And your prayers reach—someone.

One day in the horse stalls at dusk, a man appears, startling you. He wears black jeans and a black t-shirt, covered by a leather jacket. Gold jewelry circles his fingers and neck. His hair is bronze and tousled, his face scarred yet almost ethereally handsome. Tattoos peak out from the collar of his shirt.

You walk over, furrowing your eyebrows. No one really comes on the farm. “Who are you?” You ask quietly, taking a cautious step away from the handsome man.

He gives you a half smile, revealing a pearly, sharp canine tooth. “An Angel.” His voice is rough but alluring. You have a feeling if he were to keep speaking, you’d be glued to his every word.

You take a step forward, an involuntary step. “What’s your name?”

He tilts his head, eyes hooded and following your every move—willing you closer. “Satan.” He purrs.