Satan's Little Helper

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FEIA'S PARENTS are desperate. They've been calling the police every half an hour or so, asking them the same question over and over again: have you found our daughter?

The police, on the other hand, are tired and frustrated. Every time the phone would ring, they would simply let out an exasperated sigh and say, "No, Mam/Sir, we haven't."

That's because she's as good as dead.

For all it's worth, Feia is a very clever girl. Disposing her sister's body in the woods where there are bears and such and cleaning up her mess spotless is most definitely the trick―no one suspects her of anything.

Which makes it so helpful since she's my right hand.

And of course, there is the act. Her ability to force herself to cry seems to actually come in handy, but it also makes me wonder just what else she fakes.

"Daemon,"

I look up from the overseeing orb to see Feia standing in the middle of the room in a sleek tank top, cotton shorts and flip-flops.

"Hmm? What are you doing here, My Sweet?" I ask, making the orb disappear.

"You know how my parents are," She huffs and walks towards me with arms crossed in front of her. "All they talk about is that bitch of my sister. I need a place where she's nothing but the piece of shit she is."

I feel a smirk etch its way onto my face. "Wanna continue where we left off?"

"Maybe next time, yeah?" Feia smirks at me right back with one raised eyebrow. "I don't think I intend on sleeping with a demon while my sister is missing." She says, faux sadness.

I snort. "Please, Feia. Enough of the unbelievably good act."

"But losing my one and only sister is so hard for me." Feia says, lips trembling. She then bursts out into a maniacal laugh and sits on the edge of my table, sighing. "I'm so glad she's gone."

"Would you like to see her?"

Feia's lips presses into a straight line and her expression is suddenly cold. She then ever so slowly turns to face me. "What?"

"See her." I say again and she cocks an eyebrow. "Torture her?"

Feia's face relaxes once more and she gives me a smile. "Yes, most definitely."

I grin at her. "Follow me."

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"WELL, well, well. If it isn't little Lina." Feia taunts as she walks in front of her sister's soul with her arms crossed in front of her. "How are you liking your new home, baby sister?"

The soul of her sister makes a kind of snorting sound and Feia snaps her head at its direction in an instant. Then, out of nowhere, the soul starts squirming and howling in pain while Feia simply glares at it.

"You're not going to fucking disrespect us, you despicable cunt. This here, Lina, is Satan." She snatches the blurry figure of the soul and tightens her grip around its neck, making it gasp for air and its one eye pop out of its sockets. "And I am his Little Helper, his right hand. So you either fucking respect us or face the consequences."

For a moment, the soul is still. Then, with an almost inaudible whisper, it spits, "I'd rather take my chances than respect you fuckers."

Feia lets go of her sister and looks away. "Very well, then. Your choice." She then turns back around with a sinister smile on her face and hands cupped together. "Let the fun begin."