Shine bright like a… demon

 I came out of the bathroom with mi new black, tiny dress and my dark hair floating around me. He looked at me with a sight of aproval. ‘Pretty’. ‘More than pretty’, I said. ‘More than pretty’, answered him. ‘In fact, I’d like to do some things with that dress of yours, but we don’t have time’.

‘He has arrived’, I guessed. He nodded. While I was taking my bath, he had gone to supervised my date of that night. ‘He is a fool. You will eat him and then we will go’. 

‘Where?’

Stupid question. The shadow smiled again, and in that moment he appeared more physical, almost… corporeal.

‘To shine bright, my darling. I will teach you how marvelous the world can be’.

The Devil's place

Of course he didn't think so. 

The first face I saw when I arrived at Las Vegas was the devil's face. A great statue on the top of the greatest casino. When he saw my expression, he coudn't avoid a laught.

"I must say that I'm more handsome", he said. "That red colour doesn't fit with me".

I glanced at him, thinking about the best way of making him dissappear... But that only made him laught stronger.

"There is only one way of make me going, and you are uncappable of doing. So don't be stupid, stop cursing me and find your hotel. I want to rest to shine this evening..."

Historical

The shadow was in the world since the world was created. He was with all the tortured souls: kings, priests, poor people... even Popes. He liked to tell me all his adventures, but his favourite was a poor man who fell into his arms, and became rich before his murder.

'You look like him, sometimes', he usually said to me. I didn't answer to that. But, one day, I did.

'I look like a man?', I said, acidly. He laught.

'No, my darling. Your soul looks like him'.

And, of course, the shadow was with me since my birth. He was always my friend, my protector, my eternal dark guardian angel... and my curse.

'Come on, darling' It was the day I had to travel to Las Vegas, 'You're going to lose your flight'.

'I'm going to lose you', I answered softly. But he laught again.

'I don't think so'.

The Dream

Fire. I can only remember the fire. Fire around my body. Fire around my skin. Fire around my head and my hair... My clothes on fire. Burning. 

Then, when I woke up screaming, he was there. He was looking at me with that wry smile. The fire, instead, was in his eyes.

'What's wrong?' he asked me. I looked into his face and I turned around and closed my eyes. He was so exasperating.

'What's wrong?' he insisted. 

So exasperating.

I didn't want to answer him, so I thought about other things. Job. Friends. Travels. I had to travel to Las Vegas on the next day to take a document that someone called Robert Begnini stole to me.

'Sweets dreams' he laughed. 

'Fuck you'.

The shadow laughed again and I fell asleep.