#i didnt care what they thought anyway so its fine lmaooo
Pride.
A/N: Not me sharing a creative writing class assignment from last semester that i wrote about lucifer because i am a simp and im fairly certain my entire class and professors thought i was some devil worshipper. Nuh uh. Not me. Wrong bitch
anyway HELLO i’ve been gone a while due to life but i have a handful of stuff for you! ★
Ghosts roam these halls, though they all look like her.
His eyes still haven’t adjusted; shadows creep away to hide
but for some reason, they all seem to look
like either of them. Perhaps they were? Were they the scorched
remains of their passion that illuminated against the walls?
His feet were heavy, dragging along the floor
the panels of wood creaking like the post to that
old bed of his. He was pride embodied,
chest puffed and chin up, a lazy smile across his lips;
he was graced by the goddess herself,
allowing him a sinful dance with the devil
for the night as the moonlight made her look
so beautiful. As warm as their bodies had been
together, his body felt so cold now that the sunlight has
touched his skin, and her hands were no longer there
to provide the burns. Her ghost was the only thing left
to haunt him in the morning.