Page 72 of Dance With A Devil
“Wyck.” Satan, reincarnated with cramps.
“I’ll make it worth your while. I’m talking crack-level chocolate. Imported. Dangerous.”
She squeals. I grin. Hook, line… “But onlyafteryou say yes.”
She growls like the feral little gremlin she is. “You better not be lying about that chocolate, Wyck. I’m talking dark. 85%. None of that weak-ass Hershey shit.”
“How would you even know what crack tastes like?”
“Focus, spawn of Lucifer. What am I doing?”
“We’re throwing a party. Bigger. Dirtier.Louder. No recruits this time, just fear. I need you to plaster the flyers across campus. Dorms, lecture halls, sorority bathrooms, go full guerrilla.”
“More eccentric than last time?” she scoffs. “The last one looked like a cult-themed orgy inside a sauna.”
“Yeah, well, this isn’t about fun anymore.” I pause, voice dropping. “Everything we’ve believed in, every lie they fed us, it’s crumbling. The Devils are done waiting. It’s time people learned that we’re not some fucked-up myth.”
A beat of silence. Then, “Badass,” she whistles. “Where?”
“The library.”
She snorts. “Do you even know how to read?”
“Keep talking and Wells won’t be the only Devil haunting your dreams. I’ll carve your initials into your spleenwhile you’re wide awake.”
“Jesus. What have I signed up for?” Click.
She hangs up.
And I smile. Wide. Unhinged.
There’s nothing like the buzz of anarchy coming to life, plans unfolding like wings beneath the flame.
This party? It’s not a celebration.
It’s a warning. A declaration.
To anyone who’s ever doubted us. Mocked us. Betrayed us. The Devils of Cliffside aren’t a rumor anymore.
We’re the reckoning.
We’re clearing our names, rewriting the rules, and breaking every bone that stands in our way.
If anyone’s got a problem with that… Well. I’vealwaysbeen good at solving problems.
And these days? There’s no such thing as mercy.
Only masks. And war.
Time’s moving too damn fast, and I can’t decide if that’s a curse or a gift.
Classes blur into each other, just white noise between the moments that matter.
Like her.
Like my Little Fox.
I haven’t seen her since this morning, and that was barely a taste. Long enough to make me crave more. Long enough to remind me what it’s like to feelalive, before reality dragged me back under.
