Bump In the Night

Now You Get To The Good Stuff (Part One)

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"For your information-" I tried to start explaining myself, when a man looking to about fourty, with dark, scraggly hair walked into the room. He rendered me utterly speechless as he waved his hand and the dust the hellhounds' deaths created disappeared. "Y - you're the Devil?" I asked him quietly, being a little surprised at his current form.

"Yes, darling Serephina. Well, the Devil is one of my many names, anyway. The God of the Dead, or rather the name Hades, is more prefered." He looked at me like I was a weird, yet somewhat interesting creature. The look he gave me made me want to shudder with fear, but I didn't dare move, as he was slowly stepping closer. With each step and every passing second, my breath got more shallow. My eyes were quickly darting back and forth between him and his son, my worry increasing. "I have a question for you, dear..."

"Yes, sir?" I said, my instincual manners cutting in.

"You like the bands..." he paused and looked at a sheet of what I assumed was papyrus. "Blood On The Dance Floor, Black Veil Brides, and various others of different styles?"

"Yes, sir...but why do you ask?" I reply.

"Well, Sere - may I call you call you Sere? - I was wondering...how would you like a private concert of all your favorite bands? You can only pick five, though." said Hades, looking curious. (A.N.: Her nickname from Hades is pronounced Siri. Kinda like the thing on iPhone's, ya know?)

I almost instantly started laughing with glee. Well, as soon as I got through the immence shock, anyway. He's the God of the Underworld, he can probobly do nearly anything, I thought. "Hell yes!" I said, then realized what I had spoken. "With no pun or offense intended! Can you really do that, sir? Oh, would you?"

"Yes, gladly." he paused to look at his son. "After they've died, of course."

After that, I haven't expected much of anything from anyone.

I was soon escorted to my 'room'. It was the almost like slave chambers, and I spent my first week there. But I was eventually put in the dungeon. And here's why...

I was personally serving the boy who supposedly owns me, whose name (I found out a few days in to being there) is Dakota Cooper, when I accidently dropped the thing of gravy onto his crotch. I almost immeadiatly started to grab napkins and rub it, when Dakota growled at me to stop moving. He got up, grabbed my wrists, and took me to the dungeon, where I procede to stay. You may think I didn't do it on accident, but I'm telling, you I did. But apparently nobody believed me, because...well...I'm in here.

Bam! The doors to the dungeon slam open and I cringe at the sound. I'm huddled over near the window (that really doesn't have a good view of anything but dead souls writhing in pain) for some reason, and the fires of the different places here shine through, and I see it's Dakota. "Okay. So we are going to Olympus tomorrow, and you will be my personal slave there just as you are here." He slowly starts to creep over to me. "But if you ever embarrass me like you did before again, I'll destroy you." he seethes.

"Y-yes, s-sir." I mumble. "But...what do I do about..."

"About what?" he snarles.

"Well...clothing...and my hygiene products?" I shuffle, wondering if he'll slap me. Not that he has before, but I'm almost waiting for him to explode and hurt me physically.

He sighs. "Well...I'll take you shopping for human clothes. Mainly to show the gods their superiority. And for...other things. Is that okay?" he says, walking to the door.

"Y-yes sir." I say, surprised. "Oh, thank you Dakota!"

And then I procede to hug him violently.