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Among the 'tropical' landscape, an Imp with rare solace laced into her plastered smile drew small figures in the hard rock surface she sat on. Sharp nails sprung out and then retracted in an attempt to make a sculpture of some kind, even though it was just an off the whim idea.
Her plan failed however, when one of the pebbles branched from the rock and left a slightly redder mark on her forehead. She flinched, then huffed with annoyance.
The green sea was lifeless, it was probably due to all the lost souls draining what vibrancy it might've had. They only made groans that were low and vibrated like a cello. Though interesting at first, once you stayed in hell for a couple of days, the noise would begin to get repetitive.
That was exactly how she felt when she first came here. The waves would barely peek up onto the rock, before being pulled back and creating a slight splash that disrupted the usual boring cries. Other than the splash, was a continuous snapping. As if trying to get an animals attention. She looked to her side, the demon prince laying back on a hammock, holding an empty glass. The look he gave her was expectant of something, his grin now looking ever so amused.
She furrowed her eyebrows. ' What. '
He tilted his empty glass. "Would you be a doll and refill this for me?"
She was about to answer annoyed, but before she could even respond the glass was placed into her hands " Thank you~" Then two extra pats on the rim to accentuate the fact that this was her problem now.
She was now irritated, the repetitive groans from the water filling her ears, and along with the sound was his annoying grin. He leaned back on his hammock, he had probably expected her to be gone by now. Or not. Honest to Satan she could never tell what the boy was thinking.
With her echoing voice, she tried to sound much more tense and stern. ' Why can't you do it— ' Irritation peeked through with strain ' —yourself? '
He gave a forged yawn. "Aghh, well it's tiring to be ruler of hell day in and day out. You're just doing your favorite dictator a favor"
She still wouldn't budge from her sitting position.
He gave a lopsided smirk and propped up his glasses a tad bit, obviously just for fun. "Aw C'mon, Chuckles, it's just one teeny tiny glass"
