The Depths of Your Heart - Sequel to 'Questionable Love'

Not So New After All

[This scene takes place after the finale, just to be clear.]

{Second Person POV}

Y/n....

Y/n..

Y/n!

You gasped, holding your chest as tears fell down your cheeks.

What happened?

You couldn't remember a single thing, yet, here you were, inside a giant room, almost like a royal chamber. You laid on what seemed like an Alaskan King bed with a dark colored carmine canopy curtain surrounding it. The curtains of each window on the right side of your room were open, showing the red hellish sky as the light shone into your room. Inspecting the room you were in, the room had different shades of dark red, surrounding it. 

You slowly got up, looking down at what you were wearing. You were wearing a comfortable and dark red old Hollywood feathered robe. It didn't look feminine, but it wasn't necessarily what you'd choose to wear to sleep.

Upon glancing at the window, you walked towards it and looked down. You noticed this scene, you remembered when your father took you to hell once to look at all the withering imps and sinners.

Your father?

Satan. Satan was your father. The Devil himself. He ruled the Wrath Ring, but was usually absent. You didn't inherit his rule though... this ring didn't look anything like the Wrath Ring.

Upon staring at the window, you heard a knock, causing you to flinch. You held onto the open part of your robe and pulled it closer to your chest.

"Come... in?"

An imp walked in, carrying a clipboard before looking up at you expectantly, "Mx. Dice, you're late for breakfast. Why aren't you dressed yet? You have a speech to give in an hour. Do you have it ready?"

You looked confused and quickly raced towards the imp, "What!? But-"

The imp stared up at you, "Mx, you said you wouldn't cancel."

You let out a groan. You just woke up without your memories and now you've realized you have to give a speech in an hour!? This was horrible. You didn't even know what was going on! "Uhm... kind imp, may you explain... all of this to me?"

The imp looked unfazed as she just sighed before pointing at her clipboard, "Mx, you can't be serious? You're the ruler of the Malice Ring, please be more responsible! Your speech is supposed to be about the amount of deaths that's been going on. You need the blood if everyone keeps on killing, remember?"

You had no idea what she was saying, but slowly nodded, your expression clearly showing that you thought she was talking crazy. This caused the imp to let out a sigh before walking into the room. She headed towards these two huge doors on the left side of your bed, or rather, the now right side of your room when entering. She opened the doors and walked in before taking out a fancy outfit. It was a red tailcoat with a dark red corset under. The imp took out a black puffed up shirt to put under your corset along with black pants and fancy red lace up chunky heel boots that went up to your ankles.

Looking at the imp, your eyebrows rose, "I'm supposed... to wear that?" It wasn't anything like your usual comfortable clothing. The imp looked at you in a bored manner before crossing her arms, "Mx, I chose the most comfortable of clothing for this formal event, please don't judge my choices unless you want to pick these outfits yourself." Why was this imp talking to you this way? You were a ruler of a ring, and they were... an imp. As much as you would've said something, you didn't necessarily have the heart to do so.

"Uhm... right, I apologize." You paused for a moment, "What's your name, imp?"

"Manny, Mx. Don't tell me you forgot just by calling me 'imp'?" Manny didn't seem amused at the bit as she crossed her arms and glared at you for a moment before sighing. She closed your closet before approaching the door to leave your room. "Mx, however, please hurry. We both know the sinners hate waiting."

You stared at Manny before nodding. She left the room and closed the door. You stared at the clothes for a moment before glancing at another door in your room. You suspected it was your bathroom. Walking in, your eyes widened as your mouth dropped. The room was practically lavished with quartz and (somehow) gold. It wasn't any angelic gold, but it was still fascinating. Being the first child of the Devil was one thing, having the power that he had was even more of a shock.

Walking into the bathroom, you stared in the mirror for a moment. You took in your image for a moment, just staring at yourself. You didn't know what most of your past was, only your early memories, yet, little by little, a smile formed on your face.

Maybe this wasn't so bad...