Love, it's such a strong word. It can be the word to make a person up or to break them entirely. Many had fell down its treacherous path throughout time. The problem is that love can have many meanings, as there is parental love, familial love, friendly love and passionate love. None of which we have any control over. It is impossible for a person to live without any kind of love despite the popular belief that it is possible. It is essential for a kind of love in life, even if it's small and essentially meaningless to the receiver or the giver.
For the devil love had always come in the form of two gorgeous redheads whom she had known for years. Yes the Devil's only weakness was her daughters whom she would protect with her life. She found she could be as much of a bitch as she wanted to be in her day to day life as Editor and Chief of Runway. But at the end of the day her darling bobsey's would melt her heart and remind her that she was human and she still needed the love that they had offered to her. However recently a Goddess in cerulean blue seemingly knew how to melt her the same as her daughters could. She was constantly battling with her emotions and for the first time she felt a reason to actually want to fall in love with somebody that wasn't for a political move like her marriages.
Not that the Devil would ever let the Goddess know, she was meant to be straight and have the ability to burn people down with a single glare was she not? Now the woman who once bought her a bottle of everyday, not the woman who would purr sensually in to her ear to remind her of who the darling little man currently invading her personal space was?
But somehow the Devil had melted, and now there were no Goddesses. There was no Devil. There was just Miranda and Andréa.