Devil || m.c

1.3

1.3

We both jumped at the nasal voice, finding a rather old woman with a face caked with makeup smirking at us.

"You were spying on me? I can't believe it, Dionne!"

"How can I not when you're sneaking in one of them."
'Dionne' answered.

"I thought you brought him here so that he'll be one of you." Angela said.

"B-but, once an angel, alwa-"

"Shut up. Your argument is invalid."

I walked silently behind the two devils arguing. Angela was right. I'm supposedly one of them.

We walked until we reached the room where I first met Satan.

Angela stood next to me as Dionne walked over to Satan and placed her long, manicured, nails on his chest, whispering something then giggling and sitting on his lap.

"Princess!" He exclaimed, "And Michael, was it?" He continued with faux sweetness.

"Y-yes sir. Michael it is." I replied.

"Princess," he said after a stern nod, and Angela raised her head, answering, "Yes, sir?"

"Sir?" He venomously chuckled. "Call me father. Aren't I your father? Aren't you proud to be the-one-and-only Satan's daughter?" He said, his voice raising with rage as the temperature of the room increases rapidly and his eyes turn red.

"Yes, sir- I- I mean father. Yes, Dad, I'm proud to be your daughter. Very."

"Great, Princess." He cracks a disgusting smile and the temperature goes back to normal. At least as normal as it can reach in hell.

"Anyway, I've called for you because I've heard from a special someone that you've been sneaking the angel around. Is that true?"

"W-what? No! Why would I sneak in one of them?" Her demeanour changed, surprising me in the process.

"Shut up, you little bitch! It was only moments ago when she was defending him, Billy-boo," Billy-boo? Seriously? I hide a scoff as Dionne continues and I find myself speechless. "He was in her room, too. Hell knows what they've been doing. He might not be that angelic. We all know how a person becomes when they dance with the devil" she smirks.

"Princess..." Satan says, the temperature rising again.

"I- I can't believe this! I, Satan's daughter sneaking in an angel? Do think I'm that naïve, Father?"

"Actually I believe you are." He retorts.

"I can't believe that. I can't process it that you're believing your fuckbuddy over your own daughter!"

"Hey! I can't believe that you have no manners! Respect your mother!"

It was hot, too hot.

"Mother? She will never be my mother! You're just a bastard of a father! You care about all your little minions more that your own, original daughter! And respect? How can I show manners when I'm in hell?"

"Shut up! I demand you to shut up! She is your mother from now on, and you have no say in that! Now leave!"

Satan was so in rage, his horns appeared. This isn't good. At all.

"I- I wish I never died with you! I hope you burn! I hate you!" She said as she grabbed my hand and escorted both of us back to her room.

On the way there, none of us said a word until she bumped into two figures.

"So i guess you're my sister now, huh?" The one with curly, luscious hair smirked.

"Shut up, Ashton. This isn't your time really." She said, her voice almost quivering.

"Aww, little Angel got intimidated?"  He cooed.

"He was raged, we heard his voice all the way to the arcade!" The tanned, muscled one said. I remember him from my first day here. Oh, the memories. Note the sarcasm.

"I said shut the fuck up! Just leave me alone! Please!" She bursted, and I flinched when I heard the swear word. Guess I should get used to those.

We arrived at her room, and that's when she broke down crying.