A Contract; A Relationship

Chapter Six

She didn't mean to scare Dice. She didn't mean to hurt Dice. She was just so angry. She soon found she was more angry at the situation than she ever was at Dice, but now it was too late. Dice hated her and she couldn't blame her.

She didn't even leave her office, she just couldn't. Not when so many demons and imps would be asking why Dice left in such a hurry. Or perhaps it wasn't just that.

She'd gotten what she wanted; that feeling in the pit of her stomach was gone. But now there was something in its place. She didn't often feel it, but it wasn't impossible for her to feel. What was it called again...?

Right... Guilt.

A knock at her door grabbed her attention, getting her to sit up from leaning on her desk.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"Henchwoman, Boss, can I come in?" Her loyal companion said through the door.

"Is it important?" The Devil asked.

"D'uhm... I kinda wanted to just check on ya. You haven't left your office since Miss Dice ran off— Why'd she run outta your office anyway? Were you two fightin— "

"Henchwoman. Please." The Devil was tense, choking back her tears. "Please leave me be... I... I need to be alone..."

"So ya don't wanna talk about it?"

The demon paused, staring at her desk as she scratched at its surface with a sharp, black fingernail. She really did. Not with Henchwoman, but she wanted to talk to Dice. Tell her how sorry she was. That she didn't mean to hurt her. That she knew Dice was trying to help, regardless of what happened. Dice couldn't have known about her scars. She couldn't have know how sensitive the topic was. It wasn't her fault—

"Boss?"

"No." She snapped. "Just... Just Leave me alone..."

"Of course, Boss."

At the sound of her loyal companion's footsteps walking away, the Queen of Hell folded her arms back on her desk, burying her face in them.

Why'd she have to lose her temper with Dice? She was only trying to help and she didn't even give her so much as a 'thank you' for it. Dice couldn't have known what the scars meant. And still, guilt and regret hadn't eaten her up to this extent since...

There was another knock at the door, the Devil having enough of her companion bothering her.

"Go away, Henchwoman." Her voice was muffled as she hadn't moved from her spot, but she still tried to seem intimidating.

To her annoyance, the door opened and closed anyway, the sound of footsteps approaching her desk. About to tell Henchwoman off for not listening, the demon sat up, her voice immediately cutting off before it even started.

That explains why she didn't listen; it wasn't Henchwoman—

"Dice!" The Devil scrambled out of her seat, trying to make herself look more presentable as she hadn't exactly made time for her morning routine or anything. "Wh— What are you doing here?"

"I... I needed to talk to you." Queen Dice said, fixing the cuffs of her sleeves.

The demon opened her mouth to talk before her, Dice beating her to it.