Hell is Swell [bxb]

Chapter Four~ Soul

CHAPTER FOUR- Daily Life of a Demon
POV: Soul

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It did not take me long to figure out why Ace had preferred to be in the marble form.

"Oh~" the tortured soul begged. "Please, master~ Please don't hit me harder~"

Xavion dropped the whip he was holding and I heard his muffled sigh through the glass. "Reginald, for the last time, you're not supposed to like it."

"I promise I don't, master~" Reginald definitely lied, arching his back. He was on the floor on his elbows and knees. "Oh no~ please don't use your big boots to step on my face~"

"I wasn't planning on it."

"But-- I've been such a bad boy, master~"

Xavion groaned. "Stop calling me 'master,' Reginald. Antichrist, man, it's weird."

Reginald pouted, obviously put-out by Xavion's refusal. "You're kink-shaming me? You torture people for a living. A bit hypocritical if ya ask me."

"It's a punishment, you're not supposed to like it, Reginald. If you keep pulling this, I'll seriously consider sending you up to heaven."

"No!" Reginald gasped. "Don't you dare!"

Xavion rolled his eyes and dropped the whip on the ground. "I guess your torture session for the day will be chilling here alone."

"Wait-- dude!" Reginald jerked up to his knees. "I don't--"

Xavion flipped around on his heel, knocking me onto my ass and into the glass wall. I had to grit my teeth as a flash of anger ripped through me.

"Bye, Nald!" Xavion waved before shutting the door. From my position, I could see the fake grin slip from his face. He blew out a breath. "Holy shit, I hate him."

"Stop tossing me around!" I growled. But, of course, it seemed he didn't hear me. Every time he made a sudden movement, I was thrown around like a rag doll. No matter how loud I tried to scream at him, my voice seemed to only echo back at me.

He kept walking. I carefully sat against the wall, bracing myself whenever the necklace bounced against his neck.

The building we were walking through was absolutely massive. We'd been here ever since leaving that lady with all the souls. Xavion had spent the whole time going from room to room, dealing out punishments.

Xavion entered the room next to Reginald's. A woman, who had been sitting bored in a chair, jumped in surprise.

"You're early."

Xavion shrugged. "The last guy was annoying."

"I see," her eyes roamed around the room. "What'll we be doing today?"

Next to each door sat a folder with a sheet. Xavion pulled this one's out and let his eyes roam over the page, obviously bored. "Looks like you're getting punished today for..." he paused, raising an eyebrow, a grin cracked his face "shitting on an elderly woman?"

The woman's bored expression broke into a shit-eating grin. "Damn straight."

Xavion chuckled. "Why?"
The woman scowled. "I don't need your judgment--"

"Oh, no no. I'm not judging, I'm actually quite jealous that I haven't done it." He said, an air of mischief dancing in his tone. "I'm simply curious as to what brought it upon you to do it."

"She deserved it." She shrugged, not elaborating. She perked an eyebrow. "Are you even supposed to ask questions? I've been here for a bit, and y'all usually just pop in here, beat us, and leave."