Chapter 5g

What does one do when the devil shows up under the light of the moon and asks to dance? What else? You can say yes, no, whatever you feel like, but will you? Right to his face? While you're staring into the flaming depths of his eyes? I took his hand.

And again, what else could I do?

It was all searing callouses and sharp angles and pain. His whole body was the same, I writhed against him as he pulled me close and burned my cheek on his shoulder.

The enormity of the situation finally struck me. Yes, of course I've danced with the devil. I remember now, it was all hideous pain and more sensations than I've got synapses to accommodate for. Pain is fleeting. You can always remember something hurt, you can remember that it hurt worse than anything you've ever felt, but you'll never remember just how bad it really did hurt...not until you taste that pain again. Now I remembered.

I already remembered the sensation I felt once, all that time ago, how magnificent it was, how much it was unlike any pleasure I'd ever tasted. As I twirled through the moonlight in a dervish of flame and pain I remembered why it was so fantastic. I remembered the deep ache that penetrated my very soul and the relief to finally be past it.

He told me something, something dark and incomprehensible. It sounded like, " Mors cum terrore novo venit." Then we danced and he pulled me closer and deeper into the flames that wanted to consume me until the light had turned bright white and the air roared with fury.

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