A Contract; A Relationship

Chapter Five

"Come on you damn thing!"

The Queen of Hell growled as her radio just came on with static. Turning the station once again, she eagerly bounced in her seat in her office as the she heard the unmistakable voice of the announcer for Dice's show.

"It's time for everyone's favorite game show; Roll the Dice!"

Leaning her head on her hand, she began working on her paperwork with a smile on her face. She did find joy listening to the show once and a while. For the thrill of listening to her next soul be delivered right to her vault of course. She had no other interest in the show.

"With your host; Queen Dice!"

Perking up, she stared at the radio as if it was actually Dice singing. She truly was talented, there was no doubt about that. She easily won people over with her charm, every little citizen of Inkwell was wrapped around her finger, and dammit she knew it.

With that thought, the Devil frowned, getting back to her paperwork.

Except for her, of course. Dice had everyone except her wrapped around her finger.

It wasn't long before Queen Dice had stopped singing, the demon thinking about turning the radio off. But no, she had to wait until the unsuspecting mortal lost their soul. That's what she was listening in for after all.

Though she jumped and scrambled to turn off her radio at the sound of someone knocking.

"Come on you damn... Stupid..."

The radio didn't seem to want to turn off. Finally having enough, she threw it at the wall, breaking it into pieces. Though destroyed beyond repair, it was quiet now.

"Come in." She cleared her throat.

"I thought I'd find you here," Henchwoman smiled as she pushed the lunch tray into the room. "Gettin some work done I see— " She noticed the radio on the ground.

"Is that my radio?"

"Uh... I— I had a bit of trouble with it... I— I'll get you a new one."

"I didn't know you listened to the radio, Boss. Were you listenin to 'Roll the Dice'? I love that radio show, Miss Queen Dice is so talented." Henchwoman sighed.

The Queen of Hell sighed blissfully as well. Queen Dice was very talented indeed. Her voice was wonderful, she could hear it for hours and never get sick of it.

"Boss?"

"Hmm?" The Devil was pulled out of her daydreaming.

"You're... You're doin it again."

"Doing what again?"

"Sometimes you'll— D'uhm... You'll start smiling and then you'll just... Stare off into space. Like... Like what you were just doin." Henchwoman explained, twiddling her thumbs.

"What?" The demon blinked. "N— No I don't!"

"Uh... Ya definitely do, Boss..."

Groaning, Lucifer leaned her head on her desk.

"What's wrong with me, Henchwoman...?"

"There's nothin wrong with you, maybe you're just tired. How much sleep didja get last night?"

"Uhm..."

When she wasn't crying, she was staring up at the ceiling thinking about... Well, thinking about Dice. And then she'd start crying again. But Henchwoman didn't need to know that.

"A decent amount of sleep... I suppose..."

"Well, uh... You been eating alright?"

"I think so..."