kingsville texas

Dancing with the devil

(Lucifer x Reader)

Many towns in the US have scary urban legends. Most of them are so unbelievable, people don’t even bother and the ones that do soon find out that there’s not much truth to them. Your hometown wasn’t any different. Kingsville, Texas.

About 50 years ago there had been a girl at the school dance. Legends goes she danced with the devil, some say he took her to hell others that she just vanished, never to be seen again. There’s even one version that says she still lives in town, burn marks on her skin where the devil touched her. You’re personal favourite was the one where she looks down and the guy’s feet are half rooster, half goat.

Since it was the 50th anniversary of that legend it somehow resurfaced and people began to talk about it again. Honestly what would the devil want at a school dance? That whole thing was ridiculous.



“Mom I’m going now!”

Your mother came rushing to the front door, quickly taking a picture of you before you could dash past her. You didn’t like having your picture taken that much but she looked happy, so you didn’t mind today. Besides, you wore a pretty dress and looked great.

“You look wonderful, Y/N.”

“I won’t be back too late. I’ll see you later.”

“Be careful, will you?” Your mother tells you. The worried expression is all over her face almost impossible to miss.

“You’re not going to tell me to stay away from the devil are you?” You say a bit sarcastic and laugh.

“No, you don’t believe in these things. I’m just saying to be careful, honey.”

“I will.” You give her a kiss before you leave and get into your friends car. You never thought your mother was the superstitious type but she actually seemed to believe in all this talk.



The dance was okay, though you didn’t dance much. It had never been your strong point. You actually only came because all your friends went and you didn’t get many opportunities to wear dresses or anything remotely fancy.

You went over to get a drink, watching your friends hoping around on the dance floor with a smile. You had fun watching them, seeing them happy like that made you happy as well.

“Dance with me?”

The voice was unfamiliar to you and when you turned around to look at the person you were stunned for a moment. A very handsome man was standing behind you. Tall, blonde hair, expensive clothes and a smile that was a bit too alluring. It made you a bit uncomfortable but you were intrigued by it at the same time. He looked a bit too old to be at a dance like this but no one really seemed to care or notice. Against your better judgment you took his outstretched hand without a word.

You danced with him and it felt like hours, everything else around you fading into the distance, blurring out. You thought maybe you had a bit much to drink after all. His bright eyes were burning into yours and all you could do was stare back. Your heart rate picked up when he suddenly brought his face closer to yours and whispered into you ear.

“Do you know who you’re dancing with?”

You involuntarily looked down to the ground, the old story coming to your mind and mentally slapped yourself. Of course there was nothing, he looked totally normal. He smiled as if he knew exactly what you just thought.

“That’s just something you humans made up. I can assure you there’s no animal part anywhere on me.”

Your eyes grow wide and you stare at him in shock, stopping all movements. Did he just really say that, could he read your mind?

He leaned in closer to you again, you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks. You froze in terror at the words he was whispering into your ear.

Lucifer let go of you and turned around, walking out the door while you still stood in the same place and stared after him.

rambles and discussions

This arose from a, slightly unfortunate, event and one night of chatting with @spiritscraft.

Why is it that American witches, or even American occultists and magical practitioners, in general seem to be more OK with the Devil in the craft? This isn’t to say that there aren’t groups based outside the US that are A-OK with devil and satanic themes in their traditions. But rather, Americans tend to be more open and vocal about it? I also find this especially true around the youth, though know a few elders in the community that partake as well. 

In general, I do like to think about the difference of American witchcraft vs witchcraft in other countries, but for now I’ll stay rather focused on the specific topic of the Devil. 

The rambles will mostly consist of personal experience and views, along with some supporting factors to help things along. Overall, I hope everyone enjoys reading and pondering about all this. Not saying anything is right, wrong, or even has to be involved in your stuff. Just looking for some stuff to chat about. 

Also, you guys are gonna get this in one go. I’m too lazy to revive and read this over haha.

I think the main points behind why can be summed up into the below bulletpoints

  • America has never had laws making witchcraft straight up illegal
  • Separation of church and state
  • Growing up in a Christian (non-catholic majority) country
  • Individualistic and rebellious mentality
  • A more devil focused folklore

1)With bullet point one, America has never had a federal law that caused the practice of witchcraft to be illegal. Of course, Salem took place in North America; however, this was long before America even came to be. It was a British colony. With America becoming its own country, many sought to abandon a lot of the mentality that they saw as unfit coming from England and other places in Europe. Many also moved there in order to receive religious tolerance.

In 1980s, the District Court of Virginia court recognized witchcraft as a valid and legitimate religion, case of Dettmer v Landon, determining that people who practice witchcraft as a religion are entitled to the same Constitutional protections as those who follow other belief systems.

2) Pretty much at the very beginning, there was a defined line between the government and church. This came along with trying to abandon many British practices. It became more difficult for certain religions to oppress others, not saying it didn’t happen (oh boy it did); however, it was paving the way towards more freedom in alternative religious practices compared to the major religion at the time. 

3) As you all know, the USA’s largest religion is Christianity (and all its various branches and traditions). From extremes to the normality, it is difficult for many having the strain of hate and oppression placed from religious bigots. It has caused and continues to cause a lot of heartache for many. We have to deal with hate towards our sexuality, gender identities, life styles, religious followings, and so much more. And for many that I have met, their turn towards witchcraft and the occult was fueled from this. From many of these folks, I have heard a rather common phrase being used “The enemy of my enemy is my friend”

4) Continuing from 3, the American mentality of individualism, being against “the man”, and rebellious expression fuels so much of American witchcraft and its growth in the States. They look to the devil as a both a metaphorical and spiritual ally. An icon, in a way, to represent their expression of self and community. I have also noticed that American youth tend to be more expressive and open with their sexuality and sexual desires compared to other countries? I’m certain that some folks reached a point that they were like “Hm, the Devil isn’t all that bad.”

5) The Devil is so big in american folklore. It is almost an all encompassing name that covers so many different figures. For people, myself included, as we explored into the witch lore and came upon him, we came to realize that the devil is much more than what is first presented. Like how people screamed that LGBTAQI+ folks were evil, that abortion is murder, or that premarital sex is sinful: perhaps we found a kindred spirit? I do also think that we might be more separated from the old fights and feuds that happened in England, so we, upon investigation into the lore and reading into things ourselves, determined that the Devil was more than just a spooky bad spirit. 

Some might even perhaps call their deities “the Devil” in the same way that one might use a slur to refer to themselves as a way to reclaim it (like how I, as a bisexual woman, might call myself queer). This, though,l is mostly just a rambling thought.

In regards to more personal stuff, I was once sitting with my Grandmother in church and made a comment that “I wish I could stay on earth forever. It is so pretty”. She then told me that I didn’t mean that and that the earth was nothing compared to heaven, especially since it belonged to the devil. She then quoted me a passage from the bible that talked about Satan being the god of the earth. 

This moment really stuck with me for a long time, and made me wonder for the first time “is he really that bad?” 

I think it comes down to our history, experiences with religious intolerance, and the fact that we’re little rebellious butts. 

With that, I leave you all with a lovely little tale

Dancing with the Devil: A Texas Ghost Storyretold byS. E. Schlosser


The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.

Then her mother came in the house, looking pale and determined.

“You are not going to that dance,” her mother said.

“But why?” the girl asked her mother.

“I’ve just been talking to the preacher. He says the dance is going to be for the devil. You are absolutely forbidden to go,” her mother said.

The girl nodded as if she accepted her mother’s words. But she was determined to go to the dance. As soon as her mother was busy, she put on her brand new red dress and ran down to the K.C. Hall where the dance was being held.

As soon as she walked into the room, all the guys turned to look at her. She was startled by all the attention. Normally, no one noticed her. Her mother sometimes accused her of being too awkward to get a boyfriend. But she was not awkward that night. The boys in her class were fighting with each other to dance with her.

Later, she broke away from the crowd and went to the table to get some punch to drink. She heard a sudden hush. The music stopped. When she turned, she saw a handsome man with jet black hair and clothes standing next to her.

“Dance with me,” he said.

She managed to stammer a “yes”, completely stunned by this gorgeous man. He led her out on the dance floor. The music sprang up at once. She found herself dancing better than she had ever danced before. They were the center of attention.

Then the man spun her around and around. She gasped for breath, trying to step out of the spin. But he spun her faster and faster. Her feet felt hot. The floor seemed to melt under her. He spun her even faster. She was spinning so fast that a cloud of dust flew up around them both so that they were hidden from the crowd.

When the dust settled, the girl was gone. The man in black bowed once to the crowd and disappeared. The devil had come to his party and he had spun the girl all the way to hell.


A TF-9J Cougar of Training Squadron (VT) 22 pictured in flight over Naval Air Station (NAS) Kingsville, Texas.

From the National Naval Aviation Museum.