“Why would I ever take lessons from you?” the angel spat.

The demon felt a surge of smugness as the angel slipped into xir dance class the very next weekend, very obviously trying to remain unrecognized. The demon would always recognize zem, no matter what disguise attempts ze used.

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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