chapter 5

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A Vist from the Trickster

"Miss little miss" the wind murmured by her ear "The Master is on his way to your room" the wind informed.

Taking long strides, the Reaper reached his knuckles to knock the door, but it was held open by the awaiting girl.

"Have I not told you to rest plenty and not walk around?" He gestured her to her bed with a sigh, as she tripped to his arm for support.

He generously lend it to the girl, but the few steps to the bed forced him to let go of her tender arms and instead carried her petite form, taking her by surprise, and placed her gently, with at most care, on the cushiny landing.

"It has been about a week sir" she complained, her nose away from his addicting fragrance, she longed, "I feel like I haven't done some work in over a year."

"You don't need to-"

"But I want to" the girl pressed, childishly.

The intense air from his favorable touch lost, replaced by a sense of discontent.

His cold fingertips tucked her never still silky locks behind her ears, "so adamant" he whispered by her ears while a battalion of goosebumps rose along her skin.

Almost guilty, she spoke "I must do the work, for I am your Servant-" This time he din let her complete.

"Not a servant to do my work" he declared with visible impatience.

"Then a servant for what?" She demanded with equal grip.

"To keep me company" his delicate reply startled the little heart of the little girl. The demon turned away towards the window, watching the strong winter wind carry a small hope of a heart that he lacked.

Her eyes didn't follow him like it used to, "So you lied to me" it wasn't a question, rather an answer that she wondered from his whispers to the wind.

The flaming fire churned and the speeding wind stood, when the truth touched her ears.

"We creatures of death are nasty tricksters." He confessed "we make use of your need. We provide you with a deal, that gains us indeed."

Her furious gaze fell on him, "You desparately needed company so you made me believe that I tricked you and intentionally let me be with you and-" her angry words sunk to the depth of her heart when his dreamy eyes drowned her.

Nasty tricksters!

"My dear" his voice shallow yet pleasing spoke "Demons get lonely too you know" he smiled.

Only then did she notice his demonic and ghostly reflection on the window. Dark and hungry features and bloodthirsty claws.
But unlike her previous encounter with the monster she wasn't disgusted. She wasn't afraid. Rather curious and fascinated.

"Forgive me" his silent words gave a loud impact to her heart. He recovered the space between them, with only the wind filling inches of gap, his icy fingers caressing the pink of her cheek, his alluring smile charming her.

But adamant was she?

"Tell me, was that gnarly monster my mother?" She asked sweetly, making it almost impossible for the demon to resist her the answer.

"Didn't I tell you? The creatures of death are nasty and wicked tricksters." He replied honestly.

"You told it yourself." She concluded. "Demons are nasty tricksters. Then how am I to believe if you are not tricking me to forgive you."

He couldn't hold the giggle that escaped "Dear, little dear, I must never underestimate you." His cheeky smile earned a cherry dimple on his cheek.

He tucked her hair behind her ears yet again, gently stood up and reached the door "Why would I ask your permission if I could just trick you into staying here dear." His fatigued eyes begged her. "A man needs his rest. So rest well dear"

"What about you? You should rest too." She couldn't hide her whelming concern.

"A man needs his rest. I am a demon." He told.

"If a demon could comfort, and if a demon needs comfort, then perhaps a demon should rest too."

The Reaper loved how she made him feel human.

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