" Watching her sleeping form, I feel so many things.
With a hand tucked beneath her chin, she looks like cotton candy wouldn’t melt in her angelic mouth. Whereas I know she’s the devil’s apprentice, expelled out of Hell to torture mortal men under her heel.
Hell will be raised when she wakes, that much I know. I might even want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted. To see her react.
She’ll paint me as the bad guy in this situation. Huh, maybe I am. Did I try to stop what we did? Not even once. I went full steam ahead with hardly any provocation. "
― V. Theia , Manhattan Muse (From Manhattan #8)