OLD LOVE AND HATE.

Chapter 1: A New Start

One week has passed since the cup bros destroyed the casino but the crew is already back to work.

King Dice

11:00 a.m

Perhaps it's been a rough week, we already started to fix the casino and hired again some new employees.

Luckily the old ones (well most of them) remained loyal to their contracts even if delayed and broken. Boss, unfortunately, has to recover still from the mental injury, it's not much the physical one, no, he is the Devil himself still, it's the trauma that two little kids managed to get through all hell and destroy all the contracts of the Inkwell Islands.

Well..How to blame him? After all the only time he lost a battle it was with...the lord itself..

However what happened had to happen and there is no coming back to find an excuse to fix it.

As I observe around the casino and the workers, I make my way to the boss's office without paying attention to the little Imps nervously waiting for a response from their highness.

I calmly nock on the door  -You may enter in..Dice- . By that confirm I walk in closing the door behind me, waiting for him to greet me while respectfully smiling at him. -What do you need?- He asks annoyed splayed on his throne . -I need you to firm this "few" work-papers that you call contracts-  I answer with a sarcastic tone while handing him the papers on his desk, he looks at me with a bothered face, he straightens up and sighs. -Do I really have to? I am not in the mood-

He tries to avoid every task lately and I cannot let this period consume him

-yes, you have to, Boss. After all is the only job that you need to do, and, if you allow me, you can't stay in this mood for all eternity. And plus I'm starting to think that you need company instead- I lean on the desk trying to have a bit of eye contact from the big fluffy demon, but the Lord of Hell doesn't even try to, and continues to look at his right side instead with the head being sustained by the left hand.

-Just go already, you're dismissed, okay? I don't need "company"- he leans back to his throne exhausted by the die presence. Feeling ignored and unable to convince the big demon I go out of the office.

Once again I ask myself why I keep trying to lighten up the mood with someone that doesn't even cooperate with it. I'm gonna get ya out of this lowlife-mood situation.

8:00 p.m.

The time passes and it's already time from day-shift to night-shift so it's nearly the end of the day, but not the work. I prepare myself for the night to assist the poker game table and the roulette table to trick sinners and cheaters, collect souls and watch them terrified while they loose the bets and game.

When I am the Croupier everything gets more complicated and interesting because I've got the dices that always go where I want, as especially for the famous "Snake-Eyes" and then the spin stops the ball where I want it to go on. It's simple to ruin someone game by being the host. And by the thinking of this I get more intrigued to continue the night.

After collecting a few souls I hear someone bumping into me, as I turn around I recognize the smell and the colour of that big jacket -Sorry not sorry K.D.- He laughs -Didn't see ya there, having 'em souls?- he smirked while having a big cigar between his fingers -well, hell-o to you too Mr.Wheezy, I think that I ain't that much short to the point you can't see me, Dickhead. And yes I'm collecting souls while you should do your job- I reply with not a very welcoming tone, but as much as I despise him he still the one I would have called, back in the youth, or so "Brother".

-Jee' calm yær' ass down would ya? Not like I've been shittin' aroun' here- He says while blowing a big cloud of smoke upon my face. -Yes,true. But next time watch it or that mouth of yours isn't going to pipe that cigar for so long, got it Smokey-lee?- I debated looking right in the smoker eyes -Yessir- he answered unhappily, and went on the bar side.

12:00 a.m

It's midnight and the shift ended for everybody in the casino. The costumers left and the imps are cleaning all the mess that needs to be cleaned. After making sure that nobody was left inside the casino I went into the Boss's office, this time when I knocked he didn't answer. I opened the door thinking that he would be messing with me, but by my surprise I was left with the big demon napping on his desk with the work-papers all over the place, some signed some not. Did all that thinking of his made him tired like this? Or was he just that much weary that he fell asleep?

Well it didn't matter, the good thing was that at least he was resting for a while.
I unsuccessfully tried to pick him up and wake him up and since I am tired too I think that it wouldn't hurt to sleep on the sofa of his studio, right? After all I need to finish to sign the contracts that he didn't do.

And just like that I collapsed after 1 hour or so.