Chapter Six
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I stared at Satan from across the table, he was eating the chicken he had cut up along with the white rice and veg I had boiled. He looked up every so often, deep in thought, but then turned back to his meal. Biting back the questions I wanted to ask, I ate my food in a hurry burning my tongue in the process. Satan's eyes sparkled with something, his perfect lips twisted. All of his chiseled features were perfect, I guessed it was a perk of being Demon Lord.
"Are you done?" I asked Satan curiously when he began playing with his veg.
"No, it's just..." Satan muttered.
"What?" I asked and realized right away. "You've never had vegetables before have you?"
"No..." Satan hung his head ashamed.
"Try them, you'll like it."
So he ate the veg.
I felt less hungry so I placed my fork down by a pile of carrots. Satan reached across the table to take them from my plate, without thinking I jammed my steak knife between his hand and my plate. His expression was amused and his lips were twisted up into a charming smile. I glared at him with my heart pumping under my corset and peasant blouse.
What the Hell did I just do?
I'll admit that I'm not the brightest but I never hurt anyone for leaning across a table! God, my Dark nature is getting worse...
"Satan! I'm so sorry, I don't know what possessed me!" I gasped and pulled the knife from the table.
"Don't worry yourself!" Satan laughed at me. "Maybe it was my dreamy eyes?"
"Your eyes are dreamy-" I cut off when I realized what I had said. "Oh CRAP I'm terrible!"
"Ha!" Satan laughed at me again.
"I'm going to bed." I muttered.
"No, please stay. I enjoy your company, you do not complain as much as I thought you might."
I bit my lip and placed the steak knife gently onto my plate. As I stood up, I noticed that my blouse was displaying my cleavage a little too much. Satan stared at me with a flirtatious smile and I felt my cheeks redden. Very carefully I pulled my blouse up and tightened the strings so my cleavage was not on show. Clearing my throat I piled the plates on top of each other and walked into the kitchen that was smelling of a horrible scent, salty and metallic.
Blood.
A feathered body caught my attention on the chopping board, I slowly walked over to it and noticed what it was. A dead bird, decapitated on my chopping board with it's insides on show. I screamed and the plates I was holding clattered to the ground, they smashed at my feet and a hand flew over my mouth making my screams muffled. Yet I continued to scream. A thin trickled of blood dripped onto my shiny linoleum floor and splattered there.
"Shh!" Satan hissed into my ear.
"Arrrgghhhh!" I screamed and bit his hand.
Satan cursed and dropped his hand from my mouth."You are a little bi-"
"You killed a bird!" I yelled at him and backed away to the other end of the kitchen.
"No, I haven't touched the damn bird." Satan hissed.
"Then why the HELL do I have a dead bird on my chopping board?!" I screamed.
"Um, by any chance to you own a Wilder?" Satan asked me and looked me in the eye.
"Yes, his name is Starr." I frowned even though anger was bubbling up inside of me.
"They eat birds." Satan sighed.
"Oh crap," I gasped and felt my head feel empty as if all I knew was wiped clean.
"Yeah."
"Oh," I fell to the floor in a heap and went unconscious.
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