Dip - Heaven in hell

Chapter 8

When my Father is asleep, I sneak things down to the dungeon. Blankets, pillows, and things that could make the cold cell feel more comfortable.

It's been 30 hours since Pip was knocked out. It's 1 am. I have decided to rest outside of his cell to make sure I could be there when he woke up.

I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but I woke up to a soft voice.

"Dark prince... wake up..."

I blink a few times, slightly confused about my surroundings because I had forgotten I fell asleep in the dungeons.

"Dark prince?"

I shoot up once I remember everything. "Pip!"

He woke up! Thank Satan. I was so worried.

"My name is still just Philip."

"Are you okay, Pip? Does anything hurt?"

"I'm swell. I need to speak to you about-"

"I was so scared! I thought my father had killed you for good!"

"Dark prince..."

"But I was so relieved to hear your voice again."

"Damien."

I stop talking. My face feels hot. Pip hasn't said that name in... 3 years almost.

"Pip... you know my name..."

"Oh. I guess I do..."

"So you're remembering?" I ask, not trying to hide the hopeful look on my face.

"No. That's actually why I came to talk to you. Something that you said stuck with me. I couldn't get it out of my head."

"What was it?"

"You told me that I was acting as if I was lacking free will. I didn't think much of it at the time but when I got back up to the clouds I was told I did a good job obeying. That didn't feel right. Something about that put me off. I wanted to come to ask you what you know about me. The me before I died."

I laugh quietly. "I knew more about you than any other human out there. Do you really want to know? It might be pretty shocking coming from Satan's only child."

"I will be the judge of that."

"Okay. The thing I knew about you for sure, was that you loved me."

"I loved you? In what way?"

"You were my boyfriend during the short time I spent on Earth. It took us a while to sort our feelings out, but we were happy. Up until I left to return here."

"I was dating Satans son..? That doesn't sound right..."

"I told you it wouldn't be easy to believe."

"It isn't."

"Then do you think I'm lying to you?"

"I don't..."

I step back in shock. Why would he believe me? "What?"

"When you say certain things, my heart does something... it's like it's spinning around inside my chest. Which is odd considering my heart is no longer functional."

"Maybe your feelings carried over. Do you think that strong emotions can stay with someone even after they have had their memory wiped?"

"I don't know, but I think I can tell when you tell me something that is true and something that is fake. I'm not entirely sure why I feel this way but... I... trust you. I trust you, Damien."

I feel a pressure in my head, the kind of pressure you feel when you're about to cry.

He trusts me... And he is here with me right now... I feel so happy... 

Is this real?