Sell My Soul, Steal My Heart (Sir Pentious x Reader)

Chapter 3: Scrambled Thoughts

"Shut up before I turn you into an omelet," the angry serpent said as his cheeks tinted a darker shade.

The sight of a demon that terrified me not twenty minutes ago becoming flustered from a talking egg almost made me laugh. If I wasn't  in such dire circumstances, I probably would have.

Looking around me, I realized more of these small egg creatures started to pop up out of nowhere. A dozen or two started to emerge from different areas of the house, all of them drawing closer to us with curiosity and playfulness in their little eyes.

They all seemed to have something on their minds as well. Unfortunately, that subject, apparently, was me.

"Boss, is she your girlfriend?" one piped up from his perch on a shelf.

"Wait, that's a human!" another exclaimed as he hopped onto a nearby table.

"Where'd she even come from?"

The one who had first spoken up had wandered closest to me. He heaved his small round body onto the sofa next to me and extended a small hand in greeting. I recoiled a bit at first, but his wide smile and silly features convinced me that he wasn't much of a threat. I took his small hand in my own and gave it a gentle shake.

"Nice to meet you, miss! Our boss never has ladies over, so you must be pretty special," the egg said with a wink. I couldn't help but think that the gesture was rather cute.

"Nice to meet you, too" I answered quietly, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto my face. Out of all of the strange and scary things I had experienced today, it was rather nice to meet someone welcoming.

Sir Pentious seemed to be growing ever the more aggravated with each new quip from the small creatures, but when he saw my small smile, I could have sworn that his expression softened.

His calm demeanor didn't last very long, though.

"Aright, everyone get busy before I s-s-smash you into tomorrow," he started, his voice only a hairs-breath away from a shout, "Y/N will be staying here from now on. I need one of you to go fetch her some food, and someone else go get her a change of clothes. The rest of you egg bois come with me and leave her alone. And if I hear one more stupid question from you eggheads, I s-s-swear on all things unholy that you'll become breakfast."

Simultaneously the... egg bois, as they seemed to be called, all stood to attention and either saluted or said "yes, sir" to the fuming snake next to me. Before I knew it, they all filed out of the room I was in. Sir Pentious soon followed suit, casting one last glance at me and hesitating before he left, as if he didn't want to leave.

"The egg bois will s-s-see to you soon," he stated, his voice much softer in addressing me than to his henchmen, "I have business to attend to right now, but I will deal with your arrangements... s-s-shortly."

With that, he closed the door to the room I was situated in, leaving me to my own devices.

Leaving me to my own restless, scrambled thoughts.

I decided to lay down on the plush couch. It was rather comfortable. I curled my body up, knees pressed against my chest and arms wrapped around them. I could hear my heart beating rapidly as reality crashed upon me like a ton of bricks.

I was in Hell.

I sold my soul to a demon.

I was never going to see my family again.

Every one of my nerves was on fire, yet at the same time I was extremely exhausted. Adrenaline pumped through my weak body as I laid there, curled up. Grief for my family consumed my thoughts, but I didn't regret my decision. The only solace I had was that I had finally relieved them from their pain.

They were safe, even if I couldn't see them.

I wondered if they had seen the note I had left them yet. I wondered if it was still on the tabletop where I had placed it before leaving when everyone was asleep. I hoped they would understand why I left them. I hoped they weren't grieving too badly.

I hoped that they understood the burning intensity in which I had written that I loved them. I hoped that they knew in their hearts that it was true.

My thoughts wandered to the demon next.
Sir Pentious. I wondered exactly what he was like, and what he had planned for me. So far, he hadn't treated me badly. He hadn't harmed me. In fact, he was rather gentle. I wondered whether it was an act. I wondered whether he was a wolf, or should I say, a snake in sheep's clothing, just biding his time to strike when I trusted him enough.

I was so tired that even thinking was too much. My eyes felt weighed down, and before I knew it, I had drifted off into a restless, anxious sleep.

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"What did I tell you about stupid questions?" a shrill, serpentine voice said as it woke me from my slumber.

"It was more of a spur of the moment type of thing... I didn't exactly get a heads-up when I was s-s-suddenly transported into the Mortal Realm. Her deal seemed fair enough, in my eyes at least... I've never owned a human soul before, but I'm sure every hip demon in Hell has had one at one point, right? I'll find a use for her eventually, I'm sure," the snake demon pondered outside my closed door.

I'm sure that an egg boi asked about me again, but the snake seemed to be thinking out loud rather than addressing the small creature's question.

Hmm, so it seemed that even the demon didn't know what was held in store for my fate.

Also, did I hear correctly, or did the snake demon just say that he wanted to be "hip"?

I sat up on the couch and rubbed my eyes, realizing that my whole body ached. I couldn't have been asleep for too long, since I still felt rather tired.

"Oh, she's awake!"

I jumped a bit as a small voice piped up beside me. Looking down, I realized that two egg bois were in front of me, one holding some folded clothes, and the other holding a plate with a sandwich and water placed on top of it.

Well, who knew that they had sandwiches in Hell?

"We've brought you what our boss asked, Miss Y/N," the other one said as he placed the food on my lap.

"Thank you, I appreciate that," I answered politely in return as I examined the sandwich in front of me.

It seemed surprisingly normal despite the fact that it was made in Hell. Maybe if I was less hungry, I would have refused the food in case it was poisoned, but I found that I really didn't care. Just as the demon said, if he had wanted to kill me, he would have already.

Taking a bite, I realized that it wasn't that bad. My empty stomach thought it was amazing. I finished it quickly and then drank all of the water as well, not realizing how parched I was before.

"You egg bois are very kind," I said as I placed the plate back in the creature's hands and patted his head gently.

"Of course, ma'am," they both said in unison, their small faces becoming bashful.

One of them took my hand in his own and started leading me to a different door.

"The bathroom is right behind here. You can get changed, then our boss said for you to meet him once you were done," the one who had lead me said as the other placed the clothing in my hands.

"Oh, ok," I said, a bit flustered from the promise of another encounter with Sir Pentious.

Both of the eggs left with a small tip of their hat, which I thought was awfully charming.
I tried to think on the bright side as I entered the bathroom and started the water, placing the clothes on the tabletop of the sink and peeling away my grimy clothes.

Maybe life here won't be quite as bad as I thought it would.