The Devil Does Care About Attitude

The Devil Does Care - About Attitude

This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but

all characters are 18 years old or older

and are happy with the events. Events, occult and theological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.

I had a sudden inspiration to write this story and did so mostly over the weekend of 5

th

and 6

th

of October 2024. Freya Gersemi then valiantly offered (once I had done a screen read edit) to proofread it in record time!

So...

Corrections and extra zing provided by

Freya Gersemi

. Read her story

Tartura: Destroyer of Innocent Souls

for further demonic reading.

Any remaining errors, typos or factual errors are my own!

As with my other 1x: stories, there is an intro, 'Who Am I?' and a concluding 'For those who like closure.' There is also a 'If anyone wonders' where I try to address some things that I think might come up in comments, but it might generate more! But you can skip all of those if you are in a hurry, or don't care.

Note:-

this happens in the USA and as the culture is different from that in the UK my knowledge is based on popular media, social media and reading here. See last item in 'In case anyone wonders...' (Jennifer has done her best to fit in with the culture and in this case a 'hopefully' light hearted glossary of USA to UK terms and a few others) if you think anything sounds wrong to you.

WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES A FICTIONAL AND UNIQUE THEOLOGY. It appears mostly in the final paragraph (a second notice there) so you can skip that if it might offend, but who am I to decide what might offend. Maybe I've offended you already! 👿

Who Am I?

OK, I have no name because I am the narrator, or maybe I have several 😉, but the main character is Jennifer doing a degree in Democracy and Comparative Politics and is on an exchange year from UCL (University College London) to UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles). Since she arrived, she hasn't had any dates because although she is into sports, well mostly badminton, she isn't into what the locals call Jocks.

No, what she was into was what the locals call Geeks, so not the sort you find hanging out in bars or playing what she considered to be incomprehensible variations of sports played in the rest of the world.

Oh, there is another main character, but he will be along later.

The Devil Does Care - About Attitude

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The other variation she found odd about the American Halloween, though she was aware of it, was the involvement of anyone over the age of fourteen in dressing up, though the habit was catching on in England. But by mid-October, everyone else on her course was going, so here she was, again, reluctantly out in the local shopping centre, correction Mall, looking for a costume. As it was 'THE DAY' she would have to get something, or be a 'No Show', which would not do her almost invisible reputation any good.

She wasn't inspired by anything she saw, Sexy Nurse, Sexy Librarian, Sexy Cheerleader, Sexy Policewoman, Sexy Meter Maid and similar. There were men and women looking through the merchandise and whilst one or two men caught her eye, she didn't catch theirs. The shops were similarly uninspiring, generally novelty shops with temporary name changes to include a Halloween reference, or aisles in fashion stores. She had given up all hope and was heading home to a night of invisibility when she turned the corner on the way to the exit. And saw it.

How she missed it on the way in, or any other of her visits, was a mystery, she couldn't possibly have missed a bright red shop front with a black window with gold writing. 'The Devil Does Care - About Attitude!' She had heard of 'pop-up shops' but not that fast. Fascinated, captivated even, she went in. It was not a brightly lit store, just spotlights down on the racks of costumes, making it difficult to see what they were, but clearly compared to the fare elsewhere, they were all monochromatic, Red, or Black, or White, and all with an ethereal sheen to them.

She looked around the shop and there was no one at the till, or any other customers for that matter, but the door had a sign. Some of the words were covered with Post-It Notes, leaving only 'Enter Here'. She went over to the black clothes. One was of male undertakers' clothes, one of women's, all with wreaths. Racks of widow's rags with hat and veil. There was a rack of black cowled robes, accompanied by all too realistic looking scythes, but no masks for the Grim Reaper. She slid her arm up a wide sleeve and into the cowl, her arm felt strange, cold as she inserted it, and as her fingers appeared from the cowl, they looked almost skeletal.

"They won't suit you, miss." Jennifer jumped, snatching her arm back, which immediately felt warmer. There was a tall, handsome-looking woman dressed in a red suit, with red pince-nez glasses and red lipstick stood behind her. She assumed the woman was staff, but hadn't noticed her when she walked in. Then she saw the discrete name badge:

Those also serve .

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Lillith: Adam's .

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there. I was looking for a Halloween costume but all the stuff in the other shops didn't inspire me. These seem cold." Jennifer even shivered as she said it.

The woman laid her hand on Jennifer's shoulder, and it almost felt like an intimate act, as intimate as a soft kiss would have been. "Entirely right my dear. They are for the, I suppose you would say, cold-hearted, though I prefer frozen in their soul." The woman stepped back, to look at Jennifer, whilst still maintaining contact. "Now you..." Jennifer thought she saw Lillith lick her lips, but possibly just wetting them. "You are fascinating. An English Rose if ever I saw one, such lovely long black hair and fine physique. Such heat in such a calm and controlled sheath."

The word 'sheath' seemed odd, but she was flattered and curious. "Oh, I don't know about being hot, or a rose." Uncomfortable and wishing to change the subject, Jennifer asked, "Is there anything you would recommend?" Jennifer looked over at the white garments, wondering if there were any angel ones.

Lillith shook her head. "Oh, no, those wouldn't suit you, Jennifer." Jennifer's brow furrowed, she didn't remember giving her name, possibly it was on her backpack. "There is no warmth in those. No. You want one of these." And with that, she turned the now entranced girl to face the other way and started to lead her the dozen steps to the rack of red costumes. "Red will be what you need for your night out. Yes, you will achieve your goal in one of these." With that she plucked out what looked like a shimmering red bodysuit, with a bag of accessories attached to the hanger.

Jennifer looked at the costume, thinking it would leave very little to the imagination and immediately had an internal battle between the idea of it, and her upbringing to keep things like that under wraps. "Er, I don't know. It's a bit revealing, isn't it?"

Lilith spoke in a kindly tone. "My dear, all it reveals is the truth." With that the woman passed the costume to Jennifer and put a hand to the small of her back. "Just try it on. I'm sure you will love it." And for the first time Jennifer noticed a 'CHANGING ROOM' sign just to the right of the till.

Still unsure of why she wasn't heading for the exit door rather than the changing room door, Jennifer mumbled, "OK." At the changing room door, she turned. "But I don't know if this is my size. Shouldn't I take others?"

"Not necessary, my dear. I just know this was made for you." And with that Jennifer found herself in the changing room. It was a quite large room, with a mirror wall. Looking at the suit, it was clear that she would have to strip down to her underwear, so she did. The only tag in the suit was a tiny one at the back of the neck which said 'Second Skin Couture - Size JA' not a sizing code she recognised! Oh well, she would have to trust Lillith that it was 'made for her'.

She slid on the leggings of the one-piece suit. They snugly fitted her calves and thighs, even seemingly flowing into the hollow behind her knees. She stood and pulled it up to her waist and it perfectly fitted her ass and mons, almost too perfectly, as it passed between her legs. There was even a short tail with a heart shaped tip that somehow never fell to hide her crease.

In fact, despite the tail, she could see the line of her thong panties, a problem for if she bought it and wore it tonight. Arms next and they almost flowed into the costume and soon it was over her shoulders, with the high neck in place. She barely noticed that her hair hadn't got caught inside, but instead of worrying, she was grateful. She reached down for the zip, but although she couldn't find the zipper, it closed as she raised her finger, closing the suit invisibly. Jennifer almost gasped at how it hugged her. It even flowed into her navel and between her breasts till it finished at the neck in the hollow of her jaw.

She admired herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. And she actually was admiring herself, instead of criticising herself for her imagined flaws. The only regret she had was that her underwear was clearly spoiling the line of the suit, but onward. She looked in the bag of accessories: cute horns on an Alice Band, on; red gloves with fake black clawed fingernails, on; small black cape, on.

Then the boots. She realised she would need to remove the gloves and found it a bit tricky with the claws, to find the top where they merged with the sleeves, but she got them off. Right, the boots. Very high heels, with a clear acrylic wedge. Again, all red except the toe, which was done to look like a black cloven hoof. She put them on and despite the impossibly high heels, they were so right and comfortable. The top of the boot was like the gloves in that they smoothly merged into the leggings and also hugged her heel and Achilles tendon.

Gloves back on and she looked in the mirror and despite, or perhaps because of the suit revealing her every curve, she knew that she would have to buy it, whatever the price. In fact, what was the price? She hadn't seen any. Could she even afford this? Her thoughts were disrupted by Lillith opening the door behind her. "Very nice, my dear. Very, very nice. Though the underwear will have to go when you wear it tonight." Jennifer could see the woman smiling and she was sure she saw her lick her blood-red lips again. "Come out here and let me see you walk in it."

Knowing the shop was empty, Jennifer didn't hesitate to do what she was asked. She had to squeeze past the woman in the doorway, rubbing against Lillith's arm, her breasts, her thighs, all making her tingle, so she strode quickly past. Jennifer was amazed how comfortable the shoes were, despite her foot being almost vertical, requiring her to walk with slightly bent legs, her rear end thrust out and back curved inward. She had been watching her legs and then heard a low whistle and looked up.

There were several men in the shop looking around the goods. Well, they had been, but now they were all looking at her and she seemed to have stepped onto a flood-lit area. They all had smiles on their faces and clearly liked what they saw. Oddly, they all seemed differently dressed, from heavy coats to light t-shirts.

Over by the white clothing, one man caught her eye. He seemed embarrassed to be caught watching her and he quickly looked away. He had a cute face with wavy dark-blonde hair. He was considering a nasty looking

DOCTOR

outfit that looked as if it was made out of white bin bags, with a silly red cross on the back, nothing like what the shop had for sale. As he turned it in his hands, she saw it had a tacky printed stethoscope and buttons on the front. She just knew it said something on the name badge like Doctor Dicker. She couldn't help but smile at him as he returned it to the rack.

She turned to get back to the changing room and as she did so, her ass faced the men and there were more sounds of approval, or lust, as she felt the tail swing seductively. Jennifer brought herself up to her full height, for the pose permitted by the boots, and strode assuredly back to the changing room feeling like she had all the confidence in the world. She even didn't hesitate to brush against Lillith, still standing in the doorway, on the way back into the room. The costume made her feel like a sex goddess. Or a sex something!

The door closed and Jennifer noticed that Lillith was still in the changing room. She was about to comment when Lillith spoke. "I'll help you out of that, it can be a bit tricky as you have already found out." Jennifer wondered at that and looked around for a camera, but couldn't see one, so she presumed Lillith guessed about the gloves.

With Lillith's help, the costume was, all too soon, removed and hung up, with the accessories stowed away. Jennifer almost wished she had kept it on. Being all but naked in the room with Lillith also seemed natural, even when their bodies brushed against each other. Lillith left, and Jennifer got dressed in her street clothes and shoes which now felt so uncomfortable and dowdy.

She went to the till where there was a bag, presumably with the costume in it. Lillith stood behind the till smiling. Now the part Jennifer was dreading. "Er, how much is it?" Thinking about that hideous Doctor's costume that she knew was forty-five dollars.

Lillith smiled sweetly. "Oh, we rent costumes, it will only be thirty dollars for the night, plus a deposit guarantee of a thousand, if you don't wear it."

Jennifer's jaw dropped. "A thousand!"

Lillith smiled and put her hand on Jennifer's. "Only if you don't wear it. Return will be arranged, and we won't take any money if you achieve your goal."

Somehow Jennifer couldn't resist the temptation and took her phone and waved it at the terminal which beeped, and she was committed, and possibly should be - having signed over the rights to a thousand and thirty dollars. She picked up the bag and left the store in a daze. As she went through the Mall's main doors, she glanced back but could no longer see the shop, they must have closed, but still had the bag in her hands. She went back to her dorm then to the dining hall to fill up on carbs hoping to buffer the alcohol she was likely to drink too much of.

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Back in her room, she looked for the invites for various Halloween parties, but her roomie must have taken or moved most of them as she could only find one. That was

'The Fallen Angel's Halloween Gathering

: Entry by Invite ONLY' so with a British shrug that was the one she was going to.

Her roomie wasn't there so she went into the bathroom, taking her costume with her, showered, lady gardened, dried her hair, the idea of a power socket in a bathroom still amazed her and went to get dressed. She realised she hadn't collected any fresh underwear, then thought about how it had spoilt the line of the costume. She dithered.

There was a knock on the door. "Hey, Jenni, what you doin' in there? I need to get ready as well! Dryer stopped an eon ago!"

That was her roomie, a 'Busty Southern Belle Blonde' called Suzie. "OK, Suzie, keep your panties on." As if! "I've nearly finished putting on my costume." OK, a lie, but if needed, she would go commando, it would probably be dark in the party.

The costume almost seemed to flow onto her, legs, arms, back zip, boots, gloves, horns, cape. A quick check in the mirror and thankfully her nipples weren't showing and no sign of a camel toe, but her navel was clearly visible.

There was another, more urgent, knock on the door. "Come on, Jenni, got my legs crossed out here." Jennifer grabbed the bag, noticing something still in it and opened the door leaving her discarded clothes in the laundry bin. Suzie nearly wet herself! "Wow, Jenni! Got your trident to fight the men off? You sexy devil girl!" Her expression changed with a hint of worry. "That is you, isn't it Jenni?"

"Calm yourself, Suzie, it's me. And," Jennifer raised her left hand and flexed her fingers, "these claws will work better than any plastic trident!" Suzie barged past, carrying her costume bag. She slammed the door, as she had now wet herself, and needed a change of underwear!

Jennifer sat at her desk, got out her makeup and then realised she would be better without the gloves. In removing them, she noticed the left one had a pocket just the right size for her phone, open at the wrist, so that solved another problem.

She got out her makeup and then remembered the bag had something else in it. She reached in and pulled out a smaller bag. In it was a flat tin labelled 'Demon Blusher', a lipstick 'Luscious Succubus', eyeshadow 'Deadly Nightshade' and mascara 'Secretary Bird' She wasn't sure of the word Succubus or why a female Secretary was so special for eyelashes.

She opened the tin and applied the blusher with the included applicator. She had kept it mostly to her cheeks, but somehow her whole face ended up glowing. The lipstick not only went on like it was applying itself, but it actually made her lips look much fuller than she had ever seen. A quick panic about some allergic reaction, she checked the label. Apart from the name, all it said was 'hyper non-allergenic : Smudge proof for 12 hours'. Jennifer tried blotting it on a tissue and nothing came off!

OK, in for a penny... Eyeshadow - never her good point - but again it went on as if by magic. It was a deep midnight blue with a sheen that enhanced her dark blue eyes. It made them look even bigger and sparkle like midnight stars. Finally, the mascara. She realised there was no eyebrow pencil, but then she noticed the bottle said 'For eyelashes and eyebrows'. Almost without effort, she had the most fantastic eyelashes, top and bottom, and wicked eyebrows. She pulled the gloves back on and slid her phone, sans case, into the glove's pocket.

She had just finished when Suzie came out, dressed like Dolly Parton aged 25, make-up also done. Wow, Suzie really rocked, and she probably would need a club to keep the men off, but knowing her, wouldn't want to. She spoke first. "Jenni, babe, even more rocking! But keep your claws off any man that takes my fancy."

Jennifer replied, "Don't worry, Suzie, your type is not my type. You will need a fly swatter to keep the men off your honey pot. I'll probably come home alone to Bob." A reference to her 'battery operated boyfriend', aka vibrator. Suzie shook her head in disbelief that Jenni would not strike gold.

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As they were leaving, they realised their invites were for different parties. Hers was not on campus. Just as she thought to order an Uber, a limousine pulled up. "Car for Ms Jennifer Anderson?"

"That's me, but I didn't..."

The driver checked something. "Fallen Angel's Halloween, Miss?"

"Ok, right." Despite some worries, so many odd things had happened already, a car was nearly normal. She sat back and enjoyed the fifteen-minute ride across the town to the drop off canopy of a fancy hotel. A valet opened the door, and she got out to his clear delight.

A doorman opened the entrance that led to a reception desk. They did a check that the invite wasn't a copy, destroyed it and then gave her a wrist band, presumably should she want to leave and return. She went to the bar and got a small cocktail, 'Virgin's Blood', possibly a variant on a Bloody Mary, and paid without having to remove the phone from the glove. She was wandering through the crowd of partiers, mostly nothing to do with the occult, then he came striding towards her, people mysteriously parting in front of him.