#devil prompt

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Found family trope but with the Angel and Devil on your shoulders.

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Prompt #38

Gaping wounds show an infernal fire within, perhaps a remnant of even stranger times.

The creature rushes forward, its legs stumblingly carry its glowing body with a composed energy. A forked tail slides behind it, a magma-like pattern flows through it with every motion. You haven't been able to look away from the creature, and it hasn't stopped staring at you.

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Writing Prompt #299

The angel scoffed as the demon stepped into the elevator. Of course it was just their luck to have to wait out travel to Earth with the likes of one of them. The demon attempted to be cordial.

“Some sort of crisis to go guardian mode over? Or did some sap die again?”

The angel ignored the question, instead asking one of their own. “And are you collecting the soul of a sinner or going to make a deal with one?”

“The boss was a bit unclear on that. But I’m looking for a Dakota Barrie.”

The angel’s eyes grew wide. That was the name of the human that they were sent after.

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Prompt #37

A sparkle in the dark, a compressing of air, and suddenly you're one-on-one with a horrifying creation of darkness and hatred. Two fierce eyes stare at you with a bone-chilling intensity, and another sparkle resonates from its cramped mouth at the sight of you.

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Prompt #33

“Babe, you cannot be fully angelic unless you possess the ability to be truly evil; goodness is a choice. It is feeling the power of darkness and walking the other way, no matter how painful. It is looking in the mirror with open eyes and learning how to change until you love who you are. Goodness is an exercise in free will; this life will reveal all within you, yet choose wisely the pieces with which you build yourself. All roads back into the light are pain ten fold, your soul a magnifying glass for your guilt. Take heart, be brave, acknowledge and own your capacity for evil - for it is only by the darkness that the brilliance of pure light can shine as a beacon for others. Your destiny is to lead, not from your own demand, but because you are the brightest star in this black night.”

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Prompt #35

If any God could deliver a sentient being into the hands of a demon so evil as to make the most sadistic serial killer look kind, would he not be complicit?

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The Family Curse

A young girl coughs into the crook of her elbow while her mother sets down a bowl of soup and honeyed tea by her bedside. “Here’s lunch sweetie, the tea should help with your cough.” The mother said, twirling one of her daughters many curls of brown hair. “If you’re feeling up for it, daddy and I will be in the den. Ok?” “Thank you, mama.” The girl replied quietly as she sat up to eat. She smiled at her mother after the first mouthful of soup and barely managed to cover her mouth before it spilled out from where she was missing a tooth. Her mother chuckled, handed her a towel and kissed her forehead. “One of us will be up to check on you in a little while.” Smiling the mother left her daughter to eat and headed downstairs to the kitchen. There was some muffled coughing and she sighed; it had been five weeks of a cough, rash, fever and soreness that three doctors couldn’t place a name or medication too. Arriving in the kitchen she found her husband hunched over the sink cleaning. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “She’s doing better. The fever is down and the rash isn’t as bad as it was.” “She’s almost better, dear.” The water stopped, and her husband plucked a towel off the counter. She let go as he turned to face her, drying his hands and tossing the towel back down. He rested a hand on his wife’s cheek and smiled at her, his glasses fogged over from the heat of the water. “This will only last a few more days at best, so don’t worry. Ok?” “I can’t help but worry, she’s nine and the doctors couldn’t do anything about this but give her antibiotics!” She buried her face into his chest. “Why do you say she’ll be ok when they couldn’t even figure out what it was!” “You’ve seen the scars on my torso. I had the same thing she does, we’ve talked about this before.” He held her closer despite his words, stroking her short hair. “She’ll be perfectly health soon. She takes after me a bit too much is all.” “She might have your curls but she has my eyes and nose,” she looked up at him, sticking her tongue out. She gave him a playful poke in the ribs. She got quiet again. “You’ve mentioned that time over the years. How was it for you, as bad as what she went through?” “I’ll admit, she’s had it a bit worse than me. I didn’t have the fever.” He let his wife go and leaned against the counter top. “Her rash is different from mine, I had dry and cracked skin, almost like a really bad case of road rash. She had hives covering an arm and half her torso. It might scar for her as well, but if she’s lucky it won’t.” He sighed and continued, “This will probably be the last time she gets sick for years, which is a plus. That’s how it was for me.” “You mean how it is for you, right?” The mother arched an eyebrow at her husband from the island stool. “I’ve known you for fifteen years and you’ve never been sick. That’s amazing considering that you turned forty two last month.” She teased him. “Is our little girl going to avoid getting sick for the rest of her life, just like her dear, sweet, caring daddy?” Her husband grinned. “Oh, I wouldn’t say the rest of her life. Just her youth and her prime.” “What do you mean by that?” His wife asked, confusion crossing her face. “Did you hear a coughing when you go to the bottom of the stairs?” “Yes? It’s not that strange, since our daughter is sick.” “It wasn’t her that was coughing. That was me.”

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