Heaven: The Story of an Assassin

Chapter 20. The Devil as a Housemate

This feeling is familiar. I've felt this before. I've felt it. That feeling of like flying. Of being in Heaven.

Chapter 20. The Devil as a Housemate

"I have three rules if we're to do this housemates-thingy," I declare in breakfast. We're sitting face to face in the island feasting on a simple breakfast of eggs and waffles. "First, respect each other's privacy."

He doesn't answer as he continues to chew his food.

"Whatever your business is, I won't mind it unless it concerns me and you can't mind my business," I continue. He doesn't say anything as if he agrees. So move on. "Next, I am the master of this house. Whatever my decisions are, you can't, ever, argue."

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Fine with me," he says.

Wow, this is easy.

"Lastly, I can add rules whenever I want to."

He breaks into a snigger as if he expects me to say the last rule. "Sure," he says anyway. Really? I'm expecting he'd revolt or something.

I eye him suspiciously. "You aren't planning on anything, are you?" I ask stabbing my waffle.

"You're too suspicious, Adams."

"You've never given me any reason not to be," I say.

He slowly nods. "I understand. I'm not here to be your bestfriend anyway, so whatever you think, that's your business. As your first rule says, respect each other's privacy."

My eyes narrow at him. What the hell was I thinking last night? Seven is bad news, I know that from the very beginning yet I still let him in my house, let him STAY in my house at most! Oh god, this is a terrible mistake.

"What are you planning, really?" I ask. "You've ran away from your Underworld but what now?"

He sighs finishing the last piece of his waffle. He then wipes his mouth with napkin and stares at me his eyes bearing into mine. "I don't know. I'll figure it out soon. All I needed was to get away from that world."

"What if they find you? You're an heir, they'll look for you even to the depths of the world," I throw.

"I doubt the old man would do something like that. He's a busy man. Looking for his son would be least in his priority," he answers rather ruefully.

I observe his face. "It sounds to me like the reason you ran away is because of lack of attention from your father - so typical."

He laughs bitterly. "Could be. But who knows, I might have had enough of the Underworld."

Then suddenly, I ask him something unexpected. "What's the Underworld like?" Well, I know that it's an underground society but what else is there? Why are people in that world hold so much power over people in the government? How can they get away with the crimes they do?

I smile at myself. I got away with the crimes I did through Nixon Black who's not even part of it. How dare I ask how the they do that?

His eyes shine when he starts answering my query. "It's a world anyone want to have. Power, wealth and influence - it's all there." If he talks about it with that regard, why did he ran away?

"But you left it," I say.

"Some actions are unavoidable," he mutters staring at me. "You'll soon know."

"Well," I say getting off the high chair and proceeding to the sink. "I'm not interested. I told you, I want a new life."

I thought he was going to argue that I will be interested with what he will say but instead I hear him mutter, "Me too." Hn, I wonder what's going on in his mind.
I figure he doesn't need me to say anything so I don't answer that. Instead I enlighten him with his new job. Since Danny (our co-worker from the coffee shop) bailed out, I will have Seven replace him. He can't stay here for free. "One more thing," I say facing him. "Talk to Chris and explain to him what really is going on."