Her first kiss, which she had to have in a cloud of rose petals against a sunset background, stolen down the stairs from her dead grandparents by a fucking apple red demon!

Standing behind the cash register of the small bookstore where she worked, Lisa was tapping the keys of her cash register with an unconcealed rage. Few stores were open on Sundays, but this one had obtained an exemption by some means.

-Uh... Everything is fine, miss? said a tourist, who came to buy literary souvenirs from Toulon.

-Did I ask you something!?

-Sorry...

-Take your purchases and get out!

He left without asking for anything else. The other customers, hiding behind the shelves, did not dare to pay for their books right away.

-Fucking lout!

-Say, Miss Perrone, aren't you almost done yelling at everyone?

The owner's son.

-Shut up!

He took a step back. He was a high school student too, and he went to a different school than hers. And if he was nice, she found him a little too often in her way, even if she said nothing. She needed this job. But right now...

-Don't come and piss me off, Maxime! Go back home and count the pixels on your computer and leave me alone!

-But...

-Get out of here!

He left without asking for help. The other customers lowered their heads a little more behind their work, waiting for the storm Lisa to calm down. It wasn't going to happen, because her gaze landed on the ring on her finger. Damn it! She could not remove it! She had pulled and yelled and smeared it with soap, but she couldn't get it off!

-Lisa? I think you should go home.

Her employer. A man in his forties, with round golden glasses and rather short cut hair. Slim, nice, and Maxim's father. This brat had gone to cry at his father's house. Speaking of father, here! She wondered where the bastard who had sold her to Satan was.

-That falls well, I have things to do, she spat while throwing her apron on the case, to leave with great strides.

-Don't worry, you're not fired! Come back on Saturday!

-Yeah, right! See you on Saturday!

An hour later, she was sitting on the edge of a fountain, staring into space. The Place de la Liberté was teeming with people, including a few tourists, who had come to see the fountain and its statue of Marianne. Sitting on the side, she was relatively quiet. In fact, she didn't care. Plunged into her thoughts, she kept replaying her dream, as well as her catastrophic start to the morning.

What if it was all just a dream? Sure, the face of this Satan was too specific not to be real, but... ever since she had left her home, she had some doubts. Maybe she wasn't very well awake at the time, after all?

Her gaze caught the gothic ring on her finger.

No.

It was not a dream.

-Look who's here, the big Lisa!

Looking up, she saw herself confronted with the three dimwits of her senior class. This unpleasant aspect of normalcy in her life brought her back to earth. Fat Lisa. Slightly heavier than average, the young girl did not correspond to the physical criteria of these three gremlins. Besides, they were not slow to remind her regularly that she had no boyfriend, no sexual experience and that she would never have any.

-Aren't you supposed to be working? laughed Bianca as if it were an insult.

-You're shooting the breeze, fatso? said Sylvie, a skinny girl with long silky blonde hair.

Considering your look, you're not close to finding a guy, added Clio, a brunette with too much make-up and vulgarity.

Lisa looked down at her outfit. Clean jeans, a simple t-shirt and sneakers. She had dressed in a hurry, but more or less correctly for her job. The other three, on the other hand, looked like they were straight out of a women's magazine with their expensive items and excessive dressing. They didn't even look like high school girls anymore. And boys their age liked it, too...

-I...

Ashamed, she blushed, tears in her eyes.

-I...

-And she doesn't even know how to speak, said Sylvie, rolling her eyes. Honestly you...

-Lisa!

A man's warm, manly voice. A tall, muscular individual was walking towards them. Long black hair, a slightly tanned skin, a terribly charming smile. The heart of Lisa tightened. Who was he? By the way, had he just said her name? She had probably had an auditory hallucination.

-My love, I came as soon as you called me, he added as he passed the three gourds, coming to kneel before her. You have a fever, right?

He put his hand on her forehead. Stunned, Lisa stared at this sexy individual who was laying his hands on her. By all the... two laughing red eyes planted themselves in hers. Satan!

-You are sick. Come on, let's go home.

The princess wear was an inconceivable thing in the girl's mind. Especially not for her, because she considered herself not beautiful enough and too heavy for that. Yet, Satan executed it brilliantly, without showing any physical difficulty. Did he have inhuman muscles or what!? Ah, in fact...

-Ladies, he said, looking at the three high school girls who were staring at him with their mouths open. You're in my way, move over.

They obeyed without a second thought. Leaving them behind, red in the face, Lisa thought that the next day, the whole school would know that a bomb had been dropped on her.

Her life was about to become hell, thank you Satan!

*

Back at her grandparents' house, on both legs, Lisa considered the human version of her very recent husband.

-You can change your appearance at will.

-Yes, he said with a big smile. Do you like this shape?

He spread his arms and spun around, as if submitting to her approval. It was very close to its true form, in fact. Only the horns, wings and red skin were missing. The rest... She blushed as she recalled the scene from earlier.

-But you can't do that kind of thing! Can you imagine what's going to happen tomorrow at school?

-Yes. Everyone will know that you are mine.

Stunned, she considered this devil who seemed to take up all the space in the living room.

-I am not an object!

-You are my wife.

-Damn, if I find my father, I'll cut his throat! She exploded.

Determined to calm down, she went to his room to find him lying on the bed with a book in his hand. He could teleport, too! And he was red again!

-For God's sake, get off my back!

-No. In this book, they say I should stay with you as much as possible, he continued reading. I didn't know that so many demons had come to take human wives.

I beg your pardon? What book was he talking about? Snatching it from his hands, Lisa discovered one of his Japanese fantasy novels.

-But it's a shojo manga, that you read!

-It's very instructive. According to this one, Satan continued, waving another one, I should be able to get you into my bed in less than a week. Apparently, I have to be unbearable, but endearing.

He looked up at her.

-How do you get to be touching, anyway?

No, but it was a joke!?

-The shojo manga are not a guide of seduction for demon!

-No? Yet your library is full of them. You'd think we were destined to get married, my wife.

His big smile disconcerted Lisa. Exhausted, she dropped onto the bed beside him. Her Sunday was really upside down. She would never be able to rest at this rate.

-Listen, Satan... Why me?

-And why not you?

She looked straight into his red eyes.

-We don't know each other.

-Arranged marriages are commonplace in my home. Often we marry strangers. At least I chose you.

-Because my father sold me!

-Yes, he did. But I don't see the problem.

He didn't see the problem! Anger rising in her, Lisa tried to remember that he was a demon, which was already abnormal in itself, and that they probably had different cultures. It was crazy how one could adapt to the worst!

-You don't like me.

-I like you.

He smiled in front of her. Then he slipped his glance on her face, on her body which she hated.

-I like you, and I want you. This is already a good step in our marriage.

Did he want her? Stunned, she found nothing to say to that. It was the first time that a man, and even more a demon, told her that he wanted her. She, who hated herself, found it hard to believe in such nonsense. At least, until he belted her from behind on the bed, his head in her neck and his hands on her generous breasts. That he began to palpate with a greedy rumbling.

-Everything about you is a call to vice, he whispered hoarsely in her ear. You are the most exciting human I have ever seen.

By all the morons in the world! How dare he... His mouth bit the back of her neck, sending a shock through her body. She suddenly felt very hot. The tips of her breasts hardened... And she screamed so loudly that Satan let go of her, his eyes wide.

-What!? What have I done!?

Her slap missed to unscrew his head. Kicked out of the room, he didn't see Lisa again until the evening for dinner. If she had vituperated the half of the afternoon before falling asleep like a mass, him had stolen a part of his collection of "guides of seduction for demon".

Astonished, she considered the sofa covered with books, in the middle of which Satan was sitting cross-legged. He even had a notebook and a pen to take notes, the devil!

-Good evening, my wife.

-Stop calling me that.

-We are married. You can call me your husband.

-I'd rather die.

-You wouldn't be so appetizing dead, he lamented, looking up at her. Don't you like it when I touch you?

Once again, she blushed instantly.

-We don't know each other!

-Humans and demons can copulate without knowing each other.

-Not me!

-Pfff.

What do you mean, "pfff"? Furious, Lisa glared at him, before heading for the kitchen. All the decoration of the house was outdated, from the bird wallpaper on the walls, to the ugly brown tiles. Nevertheless, she had a lot of her childhood memories here. Her grandparents had taken care of her a lot when she was little. She remembered with a smile her grandfather tinkering in the garden, while her grandmother baked her a chocolate cake.

At eighteen, she was still in high school, having repeated a year. It was the year her mother died, her father left, and she moved in with her grandparents. She was fourteen at the time, and she had cried her eyes out. She had not lost a drop of it by the time she was sixteen, when they too had passed away. So she hadn't lost another year, but had filed for early emancipation so she wouldn't have to go back to her father. The fact that he was a member of a satanist sect had helped her a lot.

A sect of Satanists... This big joke turned out to be a damn reality!

-What does a demon eat?

-Like you, he whispered in her ear.

She jumped up and down, almost knocking herself out against his chin. He was going to have to stop doing that, or her heart would never hold up. And right now, she was in no condition to argue. They ate in front of the television. The news seemed to be of particular interest to the demon, although he lamented the absence of a report on demon seduction guides. By the time it was time for bed, Lisa was exhausted.

-Ah... said Satan, smiling. I was looking forward to it.

She looked at him, before giving him a small sly smile.

-You sleep on the couch.