A Contract; A Relationship

Chapter Three

"Can't you do anything right, Dice?!"

"I'm tryin' it's just— "

"I don't want to hear your damn excuses! If you're going to host that damned show and get me more souls, you can't be so clumsy and— " The Devil scoffed, slouching in her chair.

Queen Dice was barely a week into hosting her show, and it seemed that she couldn't even do that right. For coming from the Dice family, she was far too clumsy. Sure she had a beautiful singing voice as the Devil had heard from Henchwoman, but...

She glanced at Dice's face, she looked ashamed, defeated even. No matter how it might've tugged at the Devil's emotions, she wasn't concentrating on that. She looked straight to the freckles on her face, she had to recount them multiple times. There were in fact six. The luckiest number on the dice.

"For having that luckiest number literally plastered on your face, bad luck sure seems follow you everywhere." The Devil commented, gripping the bridge of her nose.

"I know... My mama always said that too..."

The demon glanced at her subordinate again, the woman's eyes still glued on the floor.

"But— But I promise you that if you give me another chance— "

"I don't believe in second chances, Dice. And I think I've given you plenty of chances." The demon snarled. "At this point I think I should just rip out that soul of yours and eat it before your pretty little face."

Queen Dice gasped, backing up slightly. Though she stopped and took in a shaky breath.

"Look, you said yourself, this show will bring you in lots of more souls. And— And if I can get better at it, I'm sure that it'll get runnin' in no time! You've just gotta give me another chance!"

Huffing, the Devil dug through her desk drawers, getting out a cigar and lighting it with her own fingertips.

"Aaaand I think that people of Inkwell fancy me and my talent~"

The demon scoffed, shaking her head and looking away.

"I know I'm... I'm not good at this now, but I feel like everyone deserves a second chance... Like... From someone like me to... Someone like... You...?" Queen Dice offered.

Slowly turning to face her employee, Lucifer stared at her with those piercing eyes, slowly taking her cigar out from between her lips. Her expression was hard to read. She looked angry, but also it was neutral— And the demon seemed to have been cursed with resting-bitch-face.
Finally, however, she furrowed her eyebrows, burning out her cigar into the ash try on her desk.

"What do you know about me, you foolish joke of a show woman?" The demon growled at her, hatred building.

"I— I'm sorry, I didn't— I didn't mean to offend..."

"Shut up. And quit apologizing."

Queen Dice nodded quickly, backing up against the door as the Devil stood from her desk.

"Get this through your stupid. Thick. SKULL," The demon approached her. "You'd better stay in line or we're going to have bigger problems then me owning your soul."

Dice only stared up at her, still not speaking a word. Those bright green eyes filled with fear, Hell knows that the Devil had grown all too accustomed to people fearing her. She wasn't exactly a delight to be around, and she'd always been ok with that. But in this moment, staring into those eyes, something sparked in her. A familiar yet distant feeling in her heart. It brought out something that she thought she had lost.