InsaneJournal

Mephistopheles didn't lie. He'd found a part of the world devoid of humanity, and had created, (appropriately, given his proclivity for torturing and killing humans,) a building of ground bones and cement, and light insect netting to keep out the sand. Inside, there was a fairly posh little parlor with cushions and leather seats, and a table with a modest spread of chocolate truffles on a plate, and a bottle of white wine. He rarely ate mortal food - didn't need to - but he liked to indulge as much as the next iteration of ultimate evil. In the back of the building, there was a covered pool, and Mephisto, even as blind as he was, had a few candles lighting the incredibly dark rooms, so his sighted, female counterpart could see where she was going.

He wasn't planning on being romantic by any stretch of the imagination, but he was planning on showing Satan some amount of companionship. Empathy. And showing her that she WAS queen bitch, so thank you.