I introduced Desmond in a previous Trifecta weekend photo prompt, Nothing But Time
The scent of scorched skin tickled Desmond’s nostrils. His stomach growled in appreciation. He took note of the clicking crunches indicating time was temporarily suspended. His eyes remained closed. He was all too familiar with the upcoming chain of events.
Besides having a devious, self-serving sense of humor, Satan enjoys a fine collection of scrumptious looking females he’s seduced into giving up their souls. If one could say Satan had a weakness, it would be voluptuous women who teetered far from having strong thinking abilities.
Desmond knew, without looking, he was in the presence of a new Diablo Darling.
A fresh cloud of scorched skin drifted by. His stomach demanded a taste test. The Diablo Darling twisted slowly towards the rumbling. Desmond cursed his hunger pains, listening to the soft snorts of air. Reptile-like eyes rested on Desmond, seeking evidence of movement. Satisfied there wasn’t cause for concern, she continued walking through the tarried passengers. Desmond took the opportunity to open his eyes.
Eyes flicker red as he drinks in the beauty before him. He wonders how many Lust Demons will feel the wrath of Satan for messing with this immortal morsel. He watches, amused, as she becomes familiar with her non-human body parts. Apparently, her brightness factor is on the opposite spectrum of her devious looks.
Mesmerized with the hoofs extending at the end of long tan legs, she does a jig of sorts, giggling. The dance routine shifts to an awkward rendition of tap dancing. Her tongue slithers from her mouth as she squints her eyes in concentration. Startled, she reaches for her tongue, pulling it, eyes crossed, attempting to get a better look.
Desmond chuckles. The Diablo Darling emits a hiss of surprise and fear. He stands, his face metamorphosing into his true demon-state. She lumbers towards Desmond, a slide show of emotions displaying on her face, settling on curiosity.
The two face each other, staring.