Devil || m.c

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0.5

"For what?" I was surprised by my voice as she turned from the bottles she was inspecting to face me. I remembered Satan calling her a princess, and her calling him father, so I quickly stuttered, "your highness."

To my utter and complete surprise, she snorted. Which was kinda cute. Woah there. She's probably stabbing me and eating my intestines in her head. That imagery didn't make the situation better.

"Highness?" She said in disbelief. "Seriously Michael?"

Not knowing what to respond with, I just looked at her eyes, admiring them. They were a weird colour, which looked like really dark navy blue. Her left eye had a little glint of lighter blue above the top right side of her dilating and contracting pupil. I was completely mesmerized.

"Like what you see?" She smirked. I snapped out of my trance, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

"S'okay, I admire them sometimes. They're really weird." She says, turning back to the bottles.

"They're beautiful," I blurt, feeling my cheeks heat up again.

"Thanks." She smiles.

"Will you burn me?" I asked, and her little smile falters.

She looks away and says, "What are your powers?"

Way to dodging my question. I'll take that as a no?

"Plant revival amd stuff," I reply anyways.

"Then you're serving him as that. A gardener," she shakes her hair and gives me a sympathetic look.

"Can you please tell me what they're going to do to me?"

That's when her eyes well up with tears.