stories

The Devil Wears Prada

You're a bartender. It was late at night, almost closing time. You are finishing up your shift. It was empty, just you. Until...
A man walked in. You immediately felt something. You didn't know what. You felt so much Wonder in attraction just out of looking at him. There was something about him. You didn't notice, but you were staring.
The man sat down that one of the bar stools, right in front of where you were.
"Hello lovely" In an instant, you snapped out of it.
" Hello sir, what can I get you?"
" Just some simple scotch." he flashed a quick smile, which made your heart race. An instant to get it, and an instant you were back, putting it in front of him. He sipped at it.
" what's a beautiful thing like you doing out, working this late alone?"
"Just finishing my shift" he nodded, like that, he was gone. You did soon go home, falling asleep almost instantly.
The next morning you woke up, tied to a bed. In front of you was the same man. He gave a low chuckle.

"Congratulations, you've come face-to-face with Lucifer Morningstar~"