Devil’s Dilemma
Written by Kingson Das
Once upon a time in Hell, there lived a devil named Lucifer.
Me.
I wasn’t the ruler.
I wasn’t the villain in bedtime stories.
I was just bored.
So I threw parties.
Every night, flames rose higher than the ceilings, demons laughed too loud, and music echoed through the underworld. It was chaos — and it was mine.
Until she walked in.
Eve.
An angel.
Black leather. Fishnets. Silver wings tucked behind her like secrets.
And that wicked grin.
She didn’t glow like heaven.
She burned like temptation.
“Wrong realm,” I told her.
“Wrong attitude,” she replied.
We danced like enemies.
We argued like lovers.
We circled each other like war waiting to happen.
And just when I leaned in—
She vanished.
No flash of light.
No goodbye.
Just emptiness.
For the first time in centuries, I stopped throwing parties.
I searched Heaven.
I searched Hell.
I even walked the mortal world.
And I found her.
She was living quietly near a man named Prince.
A mortal. Ordinary. Soft-hearted.
I watched from the shadows.
She laughed with him.
She smiled at him.
She fell for him.
And something inside me — something I didn’t know I had — cracked.
Jealousy in Hell is normal.
Heartbreak isn’t.
One night, I finally stepped into the light.
Eve froze when she saw me.
Prince stood beside her.
“You found me,” she whispered.
“I always would,” I replied.
Prince looked between us, confused but calm.
“You’re not here to hurt her,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
I could have dragged her back.
I could have burned the world.
I could have reminded her who I was.
But for the first time in my existence… I was tired.
“She chose,” Prince said quietly.
Eve stepped forward.
“I didn’t vanish because I was scared of you,” she said.
“I vanished because I knew if I stayed, we’d destroy each other.”
That hurt more than any blade.
“You were fire,” she continued.
“And I was falling.”
Silence settled between us.
For centuries, I thought love meant possession.
Fight for it. Claim it. Keep it.
But watching her stand peacefully beside someone else…
I understood.
Love isn’t about burning.
It’s about peace.
I turned away.
“No more searching,” I said.
Prince exhaled in relief.
Eve’s eyes softened.
As I walked back into the shadows, I realized something strange.
My heart didn’t burn anymore.
It didn’t feel revived either.
It felt… free.
Back in Hell, the halls were quiet.
No music.
No demons.
No parties.
Just me.
I stood on my balcony, staring into the endless flames.
Maybe I was never meant to love an angel.
Maybe she was sent to teach a devil something even Hell couldn’t.
Sometimes, the greatest victory
is walking away without turning the world to ash.
And for the first time in eternity—
I didn’t throw a party.
I smiled.
THE END….
