Satan's Duplicity

:Chapter 15:

:Isabella:

I was currently taking a steaming hot shower. A steaming hot shower. My hair was now clean but my body not. I was washing it for the second time with my new bath and body works soap. The scent was white tea and ginger.

But I was scrubbing my body of the nasty sewer smell. 'Least you'll smell good after and according to the label have nice soft skin.' I nodded. I scrubbed my legs clean and then my feet before going back up and doing it again until I smelt nothing but white tea and ginger.

Then I rinsed off all the soap and let my hair soak some more before turning off the shower. I squeezed the water out of my hair before pulling aside the shower curtain. I grabbed one towel and wrapped one around my hair then the other around my body before grabbing my ring on the way out.

I had drawn the curtains and had the dorm to myself so I didn't have to get dressed in the bathroom or lock the bedroom door. Angel was out in her wolf form. 'I bet they went on a run or something.'

I nodded yet again as I went over to my dresser. Maryse watched me from her dog bed. She had left to hell when I went into the shower. 'Don't worry she doesn't smell like sewers anymore.' 'Good. I hate the sewers.' Satan smiled as I pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a loose shirt.

After grabbing my bra and underwear I began to get dress after drying myself. With that I made my way into the kitchen and checked the time. Five thirty. Well shit. I was in the shower for over an hour. Well whatever it was worth it.

I went through the kitchen looking for something to eat. Maybe Angel made something before she left? I checked the oven and silently thanked Angel. Inside was a pan of Stouffer's lasagna. "Maryse get it out." I told her. Maryse gave me a dull look and I groaned just as hands reached forward and grabbed them.

I turned around ready to hit but stopped. Not to mention I was quite shocked on who it was and the fact they pulled steaming hot lasagna out of a still hot oven and weren't even showing hints of pain. 'I might of forgotten to tell you.'

Pexhar stood there.

Pexhar wore a pair of black slacks and a button up shirt. His red eyes met mine and he raised an eyebrow. Maryse watched him and he smiled at her before reaching forward and patting her head. Maryse didn't do anything just stood there and let him.

Steam was rising from the lasagna as Pexhar sat it down. His hands had deep red burns engraved in them now. "Your hands are burned. There were oven mittens for a reason." I told him. "I'm an ancient hellhound I have no use for oven mittens. Fire and heat is what I am." Pexhar said all serious.

'He could get a job as a college professor with boring the students to death.' 'Oh I dare you to tell him that Isabella.' I decided not to. "What did Satan send you here for?" I asked. Pexhar pulled a sleek crisp white envelope out of his jacket and handed it to me.

"This is all the information I have pulled up with the current. . . problem." Pexhar said. Then he turned around. "Enjoy your premade lasagna." Pexhar said before he was consumed by licks of red and orange flame and then going back to hell.

Every hellhound I ever met could do that. "Maryse can you do that?" I asked. Maryse glanced at me and sorta bobbed her head which I took as a yes. I found a note in the silverware drawer from Angel which I read after ripping it from a knife.

I made lasagna for us. It should be done by five thirty five. You can cut it but save some for me.
-Angel

Of course there were a few grammar mistakes but Angel never got a proper education. But Nico was teaching her. One day he planed to have her know basic things.