My
First
Love
with
the
Devil There
are
some
things
that
are
just
not
meant
to
be,
and
my
first
love
with
the
devil
was
one
of
them.
It's
a
tale
that
I'll
never
forget,
but
one
that
I
can
never
tell
to
anyone
else,
for
fear
of
being
thought
of
as
crazy. It
all
started
one
dark
and
stormy
night,
as
cliché
as
it
may
sound.
I
was
walking
home
from
a
friend's
house
and
found
myself
lost
in
the
twisting
alleys
of
the
city's
underbelly.
It
was
then
that
I
saw
him,
standing
in
a
dimly
lit
corner,
smoking
a
cigarette.
He
was
tall,
with
black
hair
and
piercing
blue
eyes
that
seemed
to
see
right
through
me. We
talked
for
hours
that
night,
about
everything
and
nothing.
I
was
fascinated
by
his
stories
of
the
underworld,
and
by
the
depth
of
his
knowledge
about
the
human
psyche.
He
was
charming
and
witty,
and
I
found
myself
falling
for
him
in
a
way
that
I
never
thought
possible. But
as
time
went
on,
I
began
to
see
the
true
nature
of
our
relationship.
He
was
controlling
and
possessive,
constantly
pushing
me
to
do
things
that
I
knew
were
wrong.
He
reveled
in
my
pain
and
suffering,
and
would
often
gloat
about
his
successes
in
manipulating
me. It
wasn't
until
I
met
someone
who
truly
loved
and
cared
for
me
that
I
realized
the
true
horror
of
my
situation.
I
had
been
living
in
a
world
of
darkness
and
despair,
blinded
by
the
twisted
love
of
the
devil
himself. In
the
end,
I
was
able
to
break
free
from
his
clutches,
but
the
scars
remain
to
this
day.
I
still
see
him
sometimes,
in
my
dreams
and
nightmares,
a
reminder
of
the
horrors
that
I
once
endured. But
I
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grateful
for
the
experience,
in
a
strange
way.
It
taught
me
to
be
wary
of
the
darkness
that
lurks
within
all
of
us,
and
to
always
keep
my
eyes
open
for
the
light
that
can
guide
me
out
of
the
shadows. So
here's
to
my
first
love
with
the
devil,
a
twisted
and
terrible
affair
that
I
hope
to
never
repeat.
But
one
that
will
always
be
a
part
of
who
I
am,
for
better
or
for
worse.