He surely was the devil. Tall, fair, handsome and charismatic his voice as deep as an ocean willing you to come out into the water like a siren song.
In his command was a harem of women, each one equally as willing to do as he bade as the next. Plucked out of obscurity, out of mundane lives he gave us things we never knew we wanted. Fulfilling dark desires that had scared us before.
He never made us do anything rather he commanded and we obeyed willingly. Together we swam in sin. Hoping to please him in any way possible so that he may glance at us lovingly even for a second.
I still remember his hand around my neck. At the delight of his grip, slowly closing my eyes and surrendering to him. After he came he would hold me close and tell me that I was his to use as he pleased.
If I had sold my soul to him the world could have been mine. Whatever I wanted from whatever man I could bewitch and he would give me the tools to do so.