The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
 
 

Candy Hair
Just don't. Brimstone [O]
 
 

"I really don't think you should."

A line like that would usually inspire rebellion. Disobedience. Calculated carelessness of the speaker's opinion. But when the Devil says that, in a subtly warning tone, an arched eyebrow, and just the threat of flames behind his tight smile? You just don't.

He smiles, and the faint smell of brimstone that wafted around the room disappears. The tension leaves his body and yours. He touches your face and there's the warm, human-like caress of his hand and under it you feel and hear a snake hissing.

Regretfully, you put down the bucket of candy you planned on throwing into his hair.
 

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Inspired by Katze
 


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