The Human And The Satan

9.

"So, Leah Summers, how was your life on earth?" Sir Ajax asked me as he was cooking the dinner. I stopped writing on the paper. My eyes looked up at the cook in front of me.

How was my life? No-one to live with, an empty life with even more lonely heart. Only Aunt Penelope for a family and her crazy obsession over Satan as our conversation.

My life wasn't a mess. Not even a bit. Because I had no one with me. My life was depressing. Filled with loneliness. Endless sleepless and tear-filled nights. Endless yearning for a family. To save someone who would love me. Someone I could love. Someone I can call my family.

"More enthusiastic than here. Earth actually have more good market than Hell. Do you know, Sir Ajax, we have thousands of shop selling the same goods?" I said, trying to smile widely at him.

That was the day I had to smile forcefully. On earth, nobody simply cared. Nobody cared to ask me how my life was going so I didn't had to pretend that was fantastic.

"That's simply dumb, no? Why would you sell the same product your neighbouring shop is selling? Are humans always this dumb?" The cook asked me and I laughed at his words, finding no offense in his words.

"Not dumb at all, Sir Ajax. Earth has billions of people. A sing shop can't meet the needs of so many people, Sir Ajax. Besides, we have different continents, different countries. Of course, we need more of shops than hell."

"So, don't you miss your house, little human?" He asked me, and I froze at his question. This gained Satan's attention too.

How ridiculous was that question? Did I miss that house? Of course, I did. Even though I lived all alone there, I had connections with my house.

No-one ever saw me crying. No-one. But my house had witnessed my lowest points. My walls have heard my loudest sobs. My mirror has heard my endless speeches of pain and miseries. My flooring has held me, embraced me when I had no-one around me.

My house had seen me caressing myself, my house has heard me singing myself to sleep. My house has seen me raising myself. Those walls, those roofs, those floorings, they have witnessed it all. My darkest desire of dying. And my even darkest desire to live. Live until I can't myself anymore.

"Who doesn't miss their home, Sir Ajax? If you're suddenly sent to a different realm, will you not miss your home, Sir?" I asked him and the cook fell silent, shrugging his shoulders.

"A demon can't escape the hell, little human. I would never know if there's another home of mine outside this realm." I heard pain in his low and collected voice. I licked my lips as I loved the diary and looked at him.

"Do you not like being in hell, Sir Ajax?"

He didn't answer me for almost a minute. The sound of vegetables getting grilled was echoing in the silence. It was that silent.

"Hell is my home, little human. But a soul sometimes crave to travel realms, to meet new creatures, souls that are not evil. Hell has my peace, little human. But hell also holds my   need of finding a new home for me."

Sir Ajax said his words so casually yet it made me think about it for almost three times. He loves hell but he had enough of hell. He loved his family but now he needed a new one.

And the fact that Satan did nothing to express his anger towards his cook's words made me sit there and wonder even more. What were the secrets that were hidden in the his realm?

"But if demons are not allowed to get out of hell, how are they possessing humans? How are souls still roaming around humans?" I asked to Sir Ajax but my eyes were focused on Satan, who was sipping a red liquid from his glass. I never dared to question what that red liquid was.

"I don't yet have the entire control over hell, human. And that makes it a little harder to control the gates of hell. Some soul with the external help, of course, escapes the hell. And that's how they possess humans and sometimes other animals on earth." Satan said after a while.

"And why do you not yet have the complete control over the hell? I mean, aren't you the one who controls the entire realm?" I asked him and both the men in the realm went silent at my question.

Sir Ajax cleared his throat as he placed two trays filled with food in front of us. He gave a brief look to Satan, which he returned back to the cook, making me look at them with my raised brows. What was even happening here?

"You said you wanted to read books." Satan suddenly said. I nodded my head, cutting my bread as I pushed one of the piece inside my mouth.

"But they are in Greek. Before you suggest me to learn Greek, I wanted to read book to get rid of my entire day of tiredness, not to get tired, Satan. I won't be learning a new language. Not now." I said with a soft chuckle and he shook his head, taking a bite of his of own food.

"No, human. I am not asking you to learn a new language. I am telling you that I have got a few translators in the hell. They are translating some famous works from Greek to English for you. Thought it will take almost a week. But no later than that." He said and I nodded my head.

My heart fluttered inside my chest as I looked at the man sitting in front of me. He had translators to translate famous Greek works to English. For me.

"I... thank you. Thank you very much, Satan." I said and he only nodded his head.

But from far I could see Sir Ajax trying to hide his smile.