Just a Fallen (pip x Damien)

Introduction

I sigh and clean up the tiled floors of one of the many halls in the Thorn Palace, more like a everlasting maze that blocks all known paths. This wasn't really new for me, I've already dealt with this for seven years but, I'm still not used to the absolute hellish labyrinth.

I pick up a floral vase and dust under it and set my broom aside. I'm one of the many maids of the Thorn Palace, or what some would call a 'slave' in all honesty, I wouldn't consider myself one. Being here is better then burning in flames for the rest of eternity along with all the other damned souls out there. I'm lucky to be here, safe, unharmed and treated somewhat kindly. Being a fallen angel in hell has some perks, instead of suffering, we get to work as a maid, butler, chef or many other jobs in the castle walls. I won't complain, they feed me and don't hit me so I'm happy as could be.

I've met Satan on several occasions but never had the liberty of meeting his son, Damien Thorn, the heir to his throne. I mean yes, I have seen him wondering about doing his hellish duties or tasks his father gives him, never spoke to the bloke though. He's very short tempered of what I've heard from other workers around. He just sets everything on fire when he gets any emotion, even when very excited.

One thing I've gotten to see for myself is how unusually short the lad is, much shorter then I or any other teen of his age. I do admit he is quite handsome, even for having the voice of a tea kettle (which has gotten deeper over the years) and also how he gets extreme pains from being both human and demon which lead to meltdowns and screams. I feel bad for the kid.

I finish dusting the one corridor and move to the next. I think a lot while I'm on duty, helps the time pass quicker and it's not like there's much other things to do then think and clean, not for me at least. Sometimes I wonder if I'll continue this dull path forever or not. I wonder if I'll ever marry or have kids. Probably not, who would want to marry some stupid fallen angel anyway?

After a long day of cleaning I finally retired to my quarters for the night. The Palace's staff get their own place, separate from the palace itself. It's nice, not as nice as the palace but it's the nicest we get.

I walk into the bathroom and turn the bath faucet onto cold, then the other to warm. I undress and get into my bath after plugging the tubs drain and turning off the water and just let myself soak for awhile.