It was a devil, with pointy ears, wearing a black shirt. Its legs were a bit crooked like a faun’s. it had a tail; long, curved and pointed at the end with what looks like a little torch, and the little devil held it in its hand. In its other hand, it held a spear with a flame for the spearhead, pointing down. It had tiny eyes, a nose, and a mouth that curled in a mischievous smile. I think some part of me believes it is a young devil, hasn’t yet grown up which makes it kind of cute actually. And I admit, I love my little devil ;)
Even though my family had a nice couple of laughs about the little devil, my mom would never let me wear it; let’s face it, it’s creepy! But I always loved it since it came from my father and I let her bend the rule of me wearing it around my neck. The thing is, my little devil must have some special devious powers because when I wear it, it works wonders. I think it represents the devil in me.
Every time I feel like I need to be mischievous or maybe show my evil side, I wear my little devil. And apparently when I wear it I get 2 red virtual horns on my head because I do show my evil side. I wear it when I have problems at work with my coworkers; I’m not a trouble maker and I don’t like to make waves but some people need to learn where they really belong in life. I wear it when I need to confront someone I know. When I wear it I feel more confident. And I have to admit, evil deeds are so much fun with my little devil. Since no one really gets hurt, I have some fun and get my way, so what’s the harm in showing my little devil every once in a while.
I guess the devil in me is really as tiny as the little devil locket

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