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Edward.

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I am known by many names: Satan, Lucifer, Mephistopheles, Beelzebub, the Evil One, the Prince of Darkness.

But to her, I was Edward.

I watched her walk the streets of Seattle, her destination unknown. She felt the pull of me and was headed right where I needed her to be.

It was her destiny. She was born just for me, and if she was going to remember anything about her previous life, I needed her to find the feather. My feather, the feather I had taken from my very own back and given to her with the promise of my eternal love.

I once was one of God's foremost angels, but pride and envy caused me to revolt against him, and I was thrown out of Heaven.

Despite my humiliation, I remained defiant and sought revenge by tempting people away from God; converting them into my own worshipers.

One of my favorite ways to tempt people is to give them fantasies of future wealth. I know that many people will eventually be overcome by greed, and turn to dishonest methods to achieve their goals.

I am the master of deceit. I will seduce and entice with no regrets and always enjoy doing it.

People seem to think of me as a loathsome, repulsive creature. Paintings and drawings often show me with horns, fangs, hooves, scaly skin, red eyes, and a tail.

Some people even gave me the legs and hindquarters of a goat when they thought of me, which I found to be ridiculous.

I was a fallen angel for God's sake.

I snickered to myself.

And since I was originally an angel, I was blessed with the good looks that all God's angels possessed. I guess you could say I had been blessed.

No one knows what I really look like because I can disguise myself; taking on any appearance I choose, or even by fading into invisibility.

In fact, many people think of me as a supernatural spirit rather than a physical being.

The only person that knows my true appearance is her, Isabella Swan. Or as I had once known her, Belladonna, me petite fleur.

I have loved her for centuries, and I have been waiting for the day she would return to me.

Thinking about the day I lost her made me angry, and I watched as the storm clouds started to appear.

I was with her the whole time she was in that little store.

Every time she wavered in her decision to take my feather, her feather. I would try to will her, try to get into her head and make her take it.

Unfortunately, she had brought her little talent over from her previous life. Her mind wasn't completely open to me, and that may become a problem, much like it was the last time.

Fortunately, she seemed to sense that the feather was important.

I watched as she ran from the store, my box containing the feather clutched to her chest.

Tonight, I will have to see how she will receive me.

"Go and ensure she arrives home safely." I watched the shadows fade until no object possessed one. My demons would keep a watch on her until I arrived.

Facing the door of the store, I entered; the little bell announcing my arrival.

"Hello..." The owner froze, staring at me and I grinned.

She could sense what I was, she was the descendant of a voodoo priestess and she seemed to have inherited some of her ancestors gifts.

That must be how she came to be in possession of my feather. She had unconsciously felt drawn to its power.

"Hello... Zafrina is it?" I stepped closer and watched her take a step back; my amusement was growing. She had no reason to fear me, she just had to obey me.

"Tomorrow you will approach Isabella Swan, the young lady who just left." I took five more steps, putting myself right in front of her. "You will get her address, so you can deliver the histories of the box and its contents," I leaned down, my eyes connecting with hers. "You will not deliver that information until the time is right. Do you understand?" She nodded, her mind screaming.

She was afraid for Belladonna. "You have nothing to fear. She is the only person on this godforsaken planet that is safe from me."

She flinched when I entered her mind, her eyes glazed over, and her body trembled.

Her mind was really quite interesting, she had generations of knowledge locked away inside her, but nothing that could be of any use to me.

I stepped back, releasing my hold. "Farewell, young priestess."

She fell to the floor, unable to believe her eyes as I shifted. My whole body turning to a black, thick smoke.

It was time to try and reach my Belladonna, tonight she would be less guarded.

Tonight I would find my way in.