Having a 'bond', as Damian put it, with Satan himself was a little like a roller coaster of emotions I've never been in touch with before. For one thing, rage has never been apart of my personality. I've never lashed out or threw a tantrum as far as I could remember. Not even in my childhood when something didn't go my way.
However, when the pizza guy showed up on my doorstep with Pepperoni pizza instead of regular cheese pizza, I was gonna brush it off and say no problem, and pay the man anyway, but apparently, someone else woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
I gave the pizza guy a huge grin, and socked the poor fellow in the nose and probably broke it. As if snapping out of a trance in an instant and hearing the hollers and curses of the pizza man, I broke down on the floor and started crying and profusely apologizing.
His nose wasn't indeed broken, but badly bleeding. He quickly told me not to worry about the money and proceeded to run literally away from me. I wasn't ever going to be allowed to get pizza from that place again. So that's how my day has been so far.
"Damn. I wish I was here to see that." A deep rumble of a laugh comes from the corner of my kitchen and I roll my eyes and sniff.
"It's not funny, Damian! You've got me all out of whack." I stomp childishly and wipe the remaining tears from underneath my eyes. "I'm an ugly crier," I say seriously but can't help a trace of a smile place itself on my lips anyway. "Do people normally make you this angry?"
"Yes, but I can't say I've controlled my anger as well as you did." He says. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
"That was controlled to you? What do you normally do when you're angry?" I ask, genuinely interested. My eyes felt dry and puffy, no doubt they were red. Great.
"Making them suffer horribly for all eternity does the trick." He answers simply with a shrug. My eyes widen a little.
"That's a little extreme." I shrug and fold my arms over my chest, biting my lip.
"You aren't bothered by what I do?" He tilts his head in a questioning manner and I can't help but mimic the movement more slowly.
"Well, I mean, Yeah? I suppose, but I figured It's what you do. I'm no stranger to death. It's inevitable, to some degree. It's a continuous cycle that can't be stopped. Everyone has their place; whether that be a child or an elder. I guess I kind of figured you're a psychopath. For future reference, don't take me to your work." I say with a final nod.
"Hm, that's not what people normally say." He says with a raised brow and resting his head in the palm of his hand on the kicthen island.
"What do people normally say?" I inquire and blow a peice of stray hair out of my face.
He emits a shriek and flails his arms wildly about startling me and changing the pitch of his voice to an actual high pitched female. ""Oh my god! Get away from me you fucking freak!" He exclaims. "Pity, really. When people tell me TMI, they might not be joking." Damian adds and I try to compose myself.
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Be My Friend
FantasyMason sells his soul to Satan in order to gain a friend. However, this friend may turn out to be a little more than what Mason bargained for.
