"What?"
"Aviler. I am an Aviler."
"The Devil?"
"Yep."
I got scared just now.
"What?" I am in fear.
"Aviler. I am the Aviler."
The voice is of a man.
Aviler... The Devil.
"Um..., did I do something? Something you don't like, by any chance?"
He laughed.
"No."
"Then, why are you talking to me?"
"I don't know. You just seem sad."
"Oh, okay..."
Silence. I guess he'll leave-
"I hate sadness."
"Um, what?"
"I hate sadness. So I am angry at you."
What is he talking about? I don't know any Aviler... I am confused.
"Did I happen to sell my soul to you by any chance?"
"No. I might not remember. There are too many who sell their souls to me. They call me everyday. Many desperate beings do."
"I don't think I ever sold my soul at all..."
"I don't remember you. So I don't know you."
"Then, why did you come here?"
"So you will stop crying. I hate sadness. I said that."
"Oh, okay."
I can't see him. But he is a scary being, so I must be careful.
"Why did you cry?"
I sign. I don't want to answer, but I have to because he is the Aviler.
"Because, I get bullied everyday."
"That's not good. Sorry to hear that."
Sorry? The Aviler said sorry?
"You say sorry?"
"Today is the first time saying it ever in my existence. I only said it to you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah..."
That was a bit emotional...
"Um... Can I ask you something?"
"What?" He replied.
"I thought the Aviler was completely fictional."
"No, those are lies."
"What?"
"Yep, those are lies about me."
"Why would anyone lie about such?"
"Maybe they sold their souls to me. And I just don't remember them at first glance."
"Oh..."
"Anyone who sell their souls to me is a slave. Forever."
"Oh, okay."
"But not all would become a slave."
"Oh, okay."
"There is an exception."
He looked at me. I saw him at a glance.
I think I saw him. Wait, I think he's the one from my dream.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"The Aviler."
"No, I mean, were you in my dream?"
"I don't know."
"I think you appeared in my dream."
"Really?"
"Yeah. But I just can't fully figure out."
"May be."
"I think your voice sound familiar to a man from my dream."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Maybe we can figure out later."
"Okay."
I don't know who he is personally, but I think he is nice. I thought the Aviler, or the Devil, is always scary, but I guess not. Maybe those are fictions.
"Can I ask you something?"
He spoke to me.
I replied,
"Yes."
"Who are YOU?"
"I am a woman."
"No, who are you? What is your name?"
Oops, I forgot to introduce myself.
"My name is Soera."
"Okay, Soera."
"Um, what is your name?"
"Akver."
"Can you spell that?"
"A-K-V-E-R"
His name is Akver.
"So," he spoke, "how do you spell that?"
"Eh, what?"
"YOUR name?"
"Oh, S-O-E-R-A."
"Okay, Soera."
He seems happy.
"Um, I can't see you, but you seem quite happy, I guess."
"Hmm, I don't think much."
"Eh, what are you saying?"
"I don't know if I am quite happy or not."
"Oh, okay. Well, you seem fine."
"Am I? I guess?"
"Okay, the Aviler."
"No," he paused, "call me Akver."
"Okay, Akver."
