Black and red velvet decorate the room with low candle light and the smell of musk is in the air.

The men and woman are dressed to complement the decor. 

Beautifully crafted masks hide their face.

They start to dace accordingly to the music.

the Devil himself is standing there before me.

him and I are the only ones who are not in costume. 

For he is wearing a fine suit made of the a fabric i can not name that is lined with silk on the inside.

His suit if is fitted well and compliments his slender figure. 

His hair is pitch black and is a bit on the long side. 

As for me. i am in a black dress that has small golden patterns.

The dress is long and elegant. 

My brown hair is down in curls and only the sides are put back,so that my face is visible.

He takes my hand and leads me into a dance.

A dance that is forbidden to do. 

I don't mind though, for i am lost in his reddish golden eyes. 

I can not help but become his.

He has me now.

There are flames coming up from beneath us now.

Then and only then do I realize that he. 

The devil himself was and is my Dark Angle. 

I am now his for the taking. my Dark Angle, the devil has come to me.

I can now sleep in a infinite bliss.

goodbye...