Dear Satan,

A Story by Sage88

This is an open letter about a true narcissist. Someone who once was my angel until I realized the angel I found was Lucifer.

Satan,

You once marveled at my strength. You couldn't understand how I did it. How I was able to pull myself through. How I was able to keep my jovial disposition and positive outlook intact despite the wars I've waged. When Fate joined us at That Back Door I thought I had met you during those past battles. Unbeknownst to me, what I thought I faced previously hadn't come close to the true evil that is You.

You hadn't recognized your dirty work as I reiterated my testimonies of vanquishing You (perhaps 'vaincre' would speak more to your heart). In hindsight I don't recall observing any recollection dance across your faux bleu eyes. This should have clued me in that whom I faced before wasn't You, only a mere copycat.

Yet, like a idiotic love struck infant, I overlooked this. This would be my fatal error. This flaw in my judgement gave you the opening to steal my soul and reek absolute carnage to every aspect of my peaceful world.

Once upon a time I thought our tattered and torn hearts were brought together to heal the other by divine intervention. In reality I was your prey and You devoured me. I bent at your every will with little resistance or reward. I, forever devoted and obedient. You dangled your love in front of me but yanked it away right when I'd reach for it. It wasn't until I felt drained and used that I asked if You reciprocated that You discarded me like used tissue but not before insuring I had nothing left in my world (You know).

Then in a devastating blow You went on to your next victim that same night. I can't wrap my mind around You treating me with such harsh cruelty, after years and everything we experienced together. You were so protective of me and not in the possessive way but the loving kind.

It was too good to be true or maybe this is a nightmare?

If only I realized You were only out for You and only put on a charade at start. Maybe then You wouldn't be what caused my demise. And I thought I finally met my prince charming and living my real life fairy tale.

Silly me.

- ta puce

© 2023 Sage88

Author's Note

I just began writing and found I quite enjoy it. There are a few words in French due to the subject matter being native to France. My Y in you is capitalized purposely. How'd I do?

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You do well in your descriptions. of this. This guy sounds like a player. It's a shame women can't see them right away; they wouldn't have to experience the same pain over and over again.

Lesson learned. Always use caution and pay attention to any red flags or warnings from others.

On a side note, I would break the story up into separate paragraphs rather than one big one. It might make it a little easier to read.

Well done, Sage. :)