Because the World Belongs to the Devil
As I walked out of the church, the wind swept through the birches and it was as if the Devil himself had been sitting outside all this time, but waiting to whisper in my ear through the rustle of the leaves:
"But you are better than the others, Laura Erika, so much better than this wretched flock of sheep; a woman who deserves a penthouse in a metropolis, not a drafty attic that looks upon dull fields of grass. You don't deserve a girl's flowery dress: you deserve furs, pierced ears from which hang chandeliers of diamonds; you deserve adoring men at your feet."
Thus, the Devil spoke upon the warm summer wind and rapt, I listened, breathed him in.
***Laura Erika knows she is different, knows she is not an ordinary girl, knows she is destined for greatness. The only one who has ever truly understood her desires and ambitions has been her favourite uncle, Torsten, the black sheep of the family. He has the means to give her the decadent life she yearns for; she has the wealth and the innocence he craves to sink his claws into.
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