I watch with wary eyes as the devil lounges against the wall. "Come on, you know you can't do it without me." she whispers, golden words dripping from her lips like wine. I do my best. I shut my eyes, drown out her voice, and mutter "no".
I hear her laugh like a headsman and feel her stroll over and wrap her arms around me, breathing softly in my ear. "Sweety, you know you don't mean that. Even after everything I've done, you love me. How many times have I picked you off the ground and made you keep fighting?" "How many times were you the reason I went down in the first place" I argue, but even to my own ears my voice wavers.
"Baby, please. You know I'll be as good as you let me. You just gotta be careful." I sigh. For all her flaws, she wasn't a liar. She was above that. "fine." I mutter, "But I won't let you hurt anyone else." She grins. "See, I knew it was a matter of time."
I figure we never really fight them, because in a way they're the best parts of us. Who can be beautiful without flaws?