Dancing with the Devil's Daughter

Chapter Three

"Hello Lizzie. Miss me?" He gives me a creepy smile. I shudder.

"Don't call me that." I glare and cross my arms. Why was I not surprised he was here? I sigh and turn back to Satan.

"What am I supposed to do?" I ask.

"She could work for me." A new voice says. 

I turn. It was the demon lady from the garden. Satan beams at the sight of her.

"Clea!" He looks at me. "Are you sure?"

She nods and crosses her arms. "She seems to hate him more than me. I like that."

Satan sighs. "Child I'm sorry you hate him but he is your betrothed. We made a promise."

I listen to this exchange, astonished. Was she Satan's kid? Well he does know how to grow 'em. Oh God I sound like Jonny.

It wasn't until Clea clears her throat that I realized they had said something to me.

"Sorry, what? I zoned out sorry."

Clea chuckles, Satan just shakes his head and Erik rolls his eyes. 

"I said 'Do you want to work for my daughter'?"

I shrug. "Sure. Beats being homeless in Hell."

Clea grins. "I like you Human."

I look at her. "Human goes by 'Lulu' Miss...." I wasn't sure what to call her.

"Your highness." Erik interjects snobbily.

"Just Clea." The demon princess looks at her fiancee with a glare and he gives me a dirty look.

I shrug it off as Clea leads me down another red hall. I need to get a map of this pace.

"So what exactly does this job include?" I ask, unsure what I just got myself into.

Clea laughs. "Not much. I just really wanted a friend. Me and my sisters get bored and lonely around here. Mostly just like hang out with me. Now there will be some occasions where you will have to act like a servant but I'll make sure it's nothing to bad." She smiles at me. "Any other questions?"

"How many sisters do you have?"

"Two. Lielia, my elder sister, is a priestess. She decided she didn't want to rule and keeps our people happy. And Stacia, my younger sister. She is the head of the royal guard."

I take this in and make a mental note.  "So I take it you are gonna rule when Satan steps down?"

"Correct. You learn fast?"

"Not really. Common sense. Duh." 

Then I realized I just sassed my boss and future queen of hell. Real smooth Elizabeth.

To my surprise, she laughs. "True." 

We stop outside a deep brown wooden door. "This is your room." 

She pushes inside. I don't know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. The room was huge with a large, plush looking bed made of cherry wood and dressed with a blue comforter. A large, elegant dresser stood against one wall, made of the same wood as the bed and door. There was a soft black rug on the floor and a smallish chandelier on the ceiling, giving off an amber glow. 

"Wow..." Was all I could say.

"Sorry it's not much but it's all we have on short notice."

"Where I come from, I think like half my house could fit in here!"

She shrugs and moves to the dresser.

"These are your uniforms. Don't worry, they're pretty comfy."

I walk over and join her.

The uniform consisted of a almost tshirt like dark green and black shirt that laces in the back an matching pants. I reach out and touch them. They were made out of some sort of soft leather. She hands them to me along with a pair of black boots. 

"Change and then I'll show you around."

I nod as she leaves. I change quickly, careful of the freaking tree branch in my chest.  Hm...I wonder....

I snap the branch mid way. That worked. I nod, look in the mirror and smile. I actually looked kinda....awesome.

I go out and tap Clea's shoulder. "I'm ready."