Obey Me! One MISTRESS to rule them all!

A Stupid Demon Is a Useful Thing to Have

Teli POV:

Another night where I can't sleep, another attempt to get to the attic.

"What's going on, Talia? Out for a stroll?" I tensed at the voice as I inhaled sharply through my nose, not because of surprise...

Because of the nerves!

I slowly turned around to the speaker.

"Good evening, Lucifer..." I said thorugh my teeth with a forced smile as I slowly made my way down the three stairs that I've managed to climb before he caught me.

"I keep running into you here, don't I? It seems you are really curious about what's at the top of this staircase. Unless I'm mistaken, I believe that I told you that it's not a place humans have any business going." He stated as I stood before him and looked up at him like a scolded child.

"If you can't sleep, perhaps I should make you some tea? Something that will help you have a good night's sleep." I raised an eyebrow in surprise at that.

"You should probably know that it's a bit too effective on humans, to the point that you may find that you never wake up again."

My eyes wided

...

Damn...

"Yeah okay, you've made your point..." I said shallowly as I backed away.

"You get what I'm saying here, right? Go back to your room." He ordered blankly even though he didn't have to tell me, seeing how I was already walking in the direction, "Good night, Talia."

I rolled my eyes at the smile in his voice.

It seems that I won't be able to reach the top of that staircase unless something is done about Lucifer.

The next day, I woke up a bit late and found only Mammon at the table. 

He sighed as he watched me putting butter on my toast.

"Why do I gotta be stuck here with you first thing in the morning having to look at your face while I'm tryin' to eat my breakfast." And thus begin the daily complaints, "To us demons, eating a human like you is a special sorta treat, understand? Yet I'm not allowed to do that. I've gotta sit here and eat my breakfast instead."

I ignored him as I started putting butter on another toast.

"I mean, it's like havin' a premium-grade roast Iriomote musk hog right in front of me. Medium rare, cooked to prefection. But I can't have it. Instead I'm sitting here eatin' dried blackbelly newt legs. I mean, I'm not sayin' blackbelly newt legs are bad. I actually like 'em, but still."

I took more butter with my knife to spread on the rest of the bread before putting it away as Mammon finished with:

"And what's even worse is that thick, juicy hunk of meat has started giving me orders now, like it's the boss of me or somethin'."

"I don't know whether you're trying to flirt with me or gross me out." I stated and kept going while ignoring his shocked gape as I picked up one of my toasts, "Stop being picky and eat your food, or at least let me eat in peace."

"It's REALLY not fun. I mean, what sick kind of torture is it, anyway?!" He asked.

I shrugged at him.

"I don't know, a diet?" I took a bite before asking, "Where's Beel? And the others?"

"Speakin' of Beel, that reminds me. He went and ate the custard I left in the refrigerator - The one I was saving for later!" I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "I told him NOT to eat anything that had my name on it! Ugh, I'm gonna kill him!"