A Deal with Death

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"You have to learn the rules now, don't you?" Death smirked at me.

"Wh-What rules?" I asked, slightly nervous.

He grabbed my waist firmly, yet not in a way that caused any pain. He guides me with his surprisingly warm hands not loosening on my waist.

I now stand in a room, lit dimly. A luxurious black desk sat in the center of the room, an elegant office chair behind. The walls were covered with shelves holding various items.

Death gestured to a velvet chair on the side of the desk without the office chair. I sank down, trying not to melt in the comfort of the fabric.

Death smiles from across the table, placing his hands on the desk, "There's a list of rules every inhabitant of Hell must abide by, no exceptions. Well, except me."

I made an effort not to roll my eyes, and nodded instead.

"The first and most important rule: whatever I say becomes law." Death tells me with a stern tone, "I am the leader here, so whatever I say, goes. I tell someone to do something, they do it. I say something's not allowed, and if you do it you get punished. Once sorted into the section of Hell where you will remain, you stay there unless instructed otherwise. No appeals are permitted. Those in each section have their own rules, but you don't have to know those."

"Why not?" I asked, "What exactly will I be doing here?"

Death's signature smirk spread across his face, "Well, angel, I'm so glad you asked. You will be my personal servant. You will attend to my every need, be at my beck and call. You will be at my side at all times in case I need something."

"A-all the time?!" I squeak, "What if I have to go to the bathroom? What about when I need to sleep? When I have to change my clothes, when-"

Death cut me off from my rant, "You'll be sleeping in my room with me. And by my side at all times, I mean the maximum length of distance between us is 50 feet."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you have to be ready to give me whatever my imaginary heart desires the second I want it." Death responds.

"Not that. Why me?" I clarify, averting my eyes from his.

He paused for a moment, then explained, "You were so quick to sacrifice yourself for your father. You're also so damn innocent." Death chuckles.

"What do you mean by that...?" I asked him, confused.

Death just laughed again, "That's what I mean. Anyway, I wanted you, so I got you. Simple as that."

I couldn't stop the eye roll. He's so selfish.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, angel." Death warned, his voice laced with anger.

"It's not my fault you're so selfish." I scoffed, rolling my eyes again.

Death was suddenly standing over me, legs on either side of the chair. His right hand pinned my arms above my head tightly, gripping me from my wrists. He looked deep into my eyes, staring into them heatedly, "Don't. Roll. Your. Fucking. Eyes. At. Me. Ever. Again. Unless you want to find out the punishment for disobeying me?"

I shook my head, wrists starting to hurt.

"Now, apologize." Death chided.

"I-I'm sor-sorry..." I stuttered, trembling.

He stared at me for a few more seconds before releasing his grip. In seconds, he was back on his chair, acting as if nothing happened.

"Good girl." he smirked before continuing, "You don't want to find out the consequences of disobeying me, now do you princess?"

"N-no..." I trailed off, trying not to yell at him for all the nicknames, "Ca-Can you stop calling me all of these nicknames...I have a name..."

"I know, angel." Death stated, "I just prefer using pet names for my pet, Evalyn."

"Did you just call me a pet?" I seethed, anger rising.

"Maybe."

"I'm not your pet." I stated, close to seeing red.

"Don't you realize, love? You're anything I tell you to be. I own you now, princess."

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A/N

Hey people! I FINALLY finished this chapter! People have been yelling at me ALL DAY.

Yeah so, enjoy!