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(Courtney's POV)

I feel just horrible for what I did to that demon-girl; but the Devil's trying to make it all better and I'm not even sure why! "How could you do that to someone like-" I hate being interrupted, don't you? He plays with my hair again, then pulls me in for another kiss… My second one; it feels like absolute madness that I'd never want to leave behind… He has this smell of citrus, and fresh blood blended with cherry juice or something.

I didn't expect the Devil to taste like the fresh apple cider served during the Autumn Service Feast back home. "You know Princess, you taste good. Really good. Like sweet cinnamon cookies or one of the fine wines I've got coming over for the party." I push his chest as I far as I can from mine and talk back sassily with my hands on my hips: "This is really starting to bother me, I mean, can't I just finish a sentence in peace without you kissing or trying to kiss me in between. It's totally annoying and how am I even supposed to address you when I'm trying to make conversation or something? 'The Devil'? I'm very sure that's not your real name, everyone has one. And do you know where I-" He annoyingly puts another one of his fingers to my lips...again. "1, I can't help myself. You're just too much fun to play with, Princess. 2. Call me whatever, but mine is Duncan, 3. If you're looking for clothes, steal from Elianna's closet or ask Bridgette or Jen and Gwen or something, and 4. I get why those pervs back in the Crap-dom just can't resist ya, sweet cheeks." He hisses seductively; which is totally uncomfortable. "But I can't just steal from her, she probably hates my guts right now because you're giving me your undivided attention. It's not the right thing to do…" I look away from his face and the piercings he has: 1 on his one of his eyebrows, 1 on the left side of his nose, and one on one of his ears.

Don't even get me started on his hair… "Gosh, where do you not have any piercings?" "Wanna find out, Princess?" He does that annoying thing with his eyebrows again. "Eww! Not in a million years. Never mind." I squirm on the inside and look away. "I'm sure you want to." "I don't!" "Sure…" I groan and give up.

I wish I just took Erin's advice, this is just turning into one of those bad dreams I had when I was 12… Now that I think about it, I feel like she's been here before. I'll ask him about her, "Did an angel named Erin ever visit you? She's one of my-" Once more I'm interrupted as he attempts to kiss me again. First, he goes about gently stroking my left cheek with one of his hands, then leaning in towards my face and pulling my body towards his. But you know what? I've had enough of this! Before he gets to close for me to not be able to counter his attempt, I kick him where 'the sun don't shine' (hard) and fly away from him as fast as my wings can transport me until… Poof! My wings stop moving; I'm stuck in mid-air and then I remember he has magical abilities. Dang it! "OWWW! What the hell was that for Princess?! God, I was just messing with you. Besides, you're a damn good kisser! I should know, 'cuz I have lots of experience in that field…" 'Duncan' waggles his eyebrows again in a way that's even more uncomforting… Next thing you know, I'm back in his arms, our faces merely centimeters away from each other and our noses touching. I'm being distracted but then I remember: "You still didn't answer MY QUESTION! Do you know an angel named Erin or NOT! I'm done with this! Can't I at least have a room to use to stay away from you?" I roar furiously at him, then regret it. "God, please forgive me, please, please-"

He interrupts me again. "Shut your yapper, Princess. That's just a sign that your wild side is dying to come out. And jeez, Did anyone ever tell you to use your inside voice? My ears are withering away! God!" I smirk in response and innocently add, "If I'm bothering you so much, why can't I just leave and pretend this nonsense never happened?" Shouldn't have said that. "Feisty, huh? What you don't know about me, Princess, is that I actually happen to dig feisty…" He growls lecherously; interested in me even more. "Please just show me around and to my room so I can actually enjoy this experience. It's also rude to use the Lord's name in vain!" He rolls his eyes, finally obeys, and shows me each room in the palace except my room as I specifically asked him to. "Thank you for the tour but, didn't I also ask about where my room would be or is?" I order in the most polite way possible despite how frustrated I am. "I was thinking, that since you're so special, you deserve to share a room with yours truly…" He strokes his blood-red mohawk cockily. Guess I really am in the situation where I'm 'dancing with the Devil' as I've read about in all those proverb books. "I don't think you've noticed, but I have a mind of my own and I'm going to speak it whether you like or not. Therefore, I am not going to follow through with this!"

I put my hands on hips, address him by looking away, and I think showing the Devil who's boss actually worked! "Let me say it again, do you know where my room is?" It fails, "Look Mrs. Goody Goody, I don't give a shit if you want your own room, you're joining me whether you like or not!" Before I can say anything else, he tries to kiss me again; leaning in and all that. (Ewww.) I slap his face (hard), take a few steps back and insist; enraged, "Well then you must be a horrible host, no wonder no one comes to visit. And stop with the pet names! I'm also not married." "You seriously need to get that pole out of your butt and unleash your temper differently. Did I mention you're even more sexy when you're pissed?" Duncan seethes lustily. "You are such an Neanderthal. And a creep, and a pest and-" He puts a finger to my lips again. Ugh… "One of the perks of being the Devil and I know you want me like I want you..so shush sweetheart. And if you need something else to wear for the party, feel free to go see Jen, Bridgette and Gwen. To answer what you've been complaining about like a baby, babydoll, yes, I knew Erin. She was one pretty babe, one of my old playmates. We made out when she was 13 and I was 15, and next thing you know she applied for a job to work for the Royal Family and I never got to play with her again. Those were the days…" Then the Devil reaches out to hold my hand and looks up at the ceiling of his lavish palace. "Are you okay? I miss her too, so you're not alone. I wish there was something I could do to cheer you up; seeing people sad makes me sad too." Even him? Even him, it seems…I gaze up into his teal, dark red eyes; sincerely with heart for a change and hold his hand.

What's happening? Am I actually falling for him? No no no no no, that's ridiculous… Right?

I let him hold my hand and I feel weird; like I'm going to throw up. It's too strange, and we've just met! I don't know what's happening to me. I feel like I'm being understood at the same time and this...is just creeping me out! "Well, there is one thing." Duncan peers down at me. "What is it, Dun-can? Duncan? Was that right? I don't like to mispronounce people's names, it gets kind of awkward and embarrassing." "You did fine." A pure, tender smile emerges from his lips that makes me blush. I just can't control my cheeks sometimes. Stupid cheeks. "...Anyway, I used to grow lavender with my mom before I ran away and I'd bring a bunch for Erin once a month. Maybe I could teach you to poof a bunch up for me…" He looks at backs away from me; releasing me from his strong yet gentle grip. Probably embarrassed.

"Of course! That's nothing to be ashamed of. Believe it or not, lavender's one of my favorite scents in the whole afterlife world!" I flutter my wings back into his arms, look up into his, his exquisitely-colored eyes, blush and beam honestly. For some reason, I feel comfortable there. Like I'm lying on my cozy bed back home. "Really? I have something with the Heavenly Crap-dom's Princess?! I must be drunk again… I probably need some lava-juice or something." He chuckles; stunned. "No you're not!" I giggle; amused for once at his silliness that isn't perverted for a change. Only I don't really get it. "You could poof some out of nowhere later, since I don't know how to. Anyways, I'm still hurt that you called my home the 'Heavenly Crap-dom'; that's just rude! And by the way, what's lava-juice?" "Oh, it's like water made of lava that doesn't burn your mouth and digestive system to death here on Hell. Only it tastes a little sweeter, since being bad can be pretty fun when you get the hang of it. If you want, I could teach you some magic." We fly together up a really long spiral stairwell to his room and I sit on this weird chair that was actually extremely comfortable when we got there. "Really?" "Yeah, you should try it sometime. It would be cool to be a teacher. I wanted to ask you since you accepted my invitation, what's your real name, Princess?" He asks while getting comfy on his antique dark black bed. It has black pillows, a black headboard, and even a black comforter! Only there's a devil-horn pattern on it. Figures I guess. "Courtney. Princess Courtney. Speaking of which, I would really appreciate it if you stopping always calling me Princess. I mean it was cute and all at first but now it's just getting old." I answer honestly; not wanting to get on his bad side again. "Awww, you said it was cute! But, you are a Princess and you're one to me. It suits you better. Crap! Why the hell did I say that! Heh, heh, heh..." I blush and stifle a bashful giggle. "That's too sweet of you to say, Duncan." Should I? Only live once, right? I walk up to him and give him a small peck on the lips.

This is changing everything. What's happening to me?! I'm not falling for him, am I? That's right. I'm not having feelings for him.

Honestly, this experience has been really cool and refreshing so far; everything here is different. No royal lessons, no seeing nothing but the color white, (not necessarily, though) no suitors needing attention, new people. It's so neat and exciting! "I can't wait for the party tonight, Duncan! I'm sure it's going to be a lot of fun; unlike those boring balls I have to go to in Purgatory Province." I notice a tint of pale pink on his cheeks and I smile again.