The Human And The Satan

8.

"Have you ever tried waffles?" I asked Satan, who was sitting on the chair and reading the same magazine I had seen in his hands the other day.

He looked up at me. His golden eyes flared as he nodded his head before casting his gaze back to the handwritten magazine in his hands.

"I have tried every cuisine of this world, human. What's your point?" He asked me, and I controlled my urge to roll my eyes at his words.

"No point, Satan. I was making waffles. But we don't have a waffle maker here." I said with a sigh and he again looked up from the magazine, this time closing it down as he stood up from his chair.

Oh, okay. The mighty owner of the hell was going to walk towards me? Okay.

"You, humans can't do a single thing without technology, can you? You people actually made a machine that can wash the dishes for you. No wonder, you don't know how to make use of simple things." He said, and I looked up at him in offense.

"Well, you have people doing work for you, Satan. We have robots and machines. Are you any better than us?" I asked him and his eyebrows shot up as he looked at me with the fire in his eyes flaring.

"I provide work, human. I give livelihood to people. Machines however take the jobs rather providing them. I don't see how I am not better than the machines you're so used to." He said, and I lost my words in my mouth.

That was one way of attacking me, Satan. I thought in my mind. I looked down at the batter I had prepared, not realising that Hell doesn't really have electricity or any other technology. I shook my head and began to dice the fruits. Maybe we can just have some fruits. And I'll make pancakes from the batter.

"Open the fourth cabinet and there's a mould inside it. Remove it." He said, and I opened the cabinet and there was a mould having the shape of waffle maker. Atleast, it has waffle's shape. I removed it and placed it down on the counter.

"Okay now, fill the batter in this mould and ignite the stove below it. It's a traditional stove. Place the mould over the flat pan and cover it using that bowl." He said, pointing towards a large bowl and I nodded my head.

I ignited the fire in the traditional stove before putting the batter in two of the moulds and placed them on the flat pan before covering it with the bowl.

"Why don't you just call me by my name, Satan? I mean, Leah Summers sounds much better than human, atleast that's what I think." I said with a chuckle and he only raised his brows, crossing his arms over his chest.

"But you are a human. Are you not?" He asked me instead and I pursed my lips.

"That's my species, Satan. I have a name, that serves a purpose. What if another human summons you and you bring them to the hell too?" I asked him and he snorted, shaking his head.

"I won't. You just caught me on a wrong night, human. Besides, no-one is stupid enough to get summoned in the hell. They practice the chants to summon me. They don't repeat the chants to get summoned in the hell." He said, and I blinked at him in confusion.

"What are you talking about? The chants I was reading wasn't to summon you?" I asked him and he shook his head.

"Those chants were to reach me. In the hell. You basically were pleading me to summon you in the hell. But considering, how you didn't even know what you were doing, I am not very thrilled to know that you were unaware of this fact until now." He explained to me and I bit my lips.

"But Aunt Penelope said it was to summon you, not to get summoned by you." I said, shaking my head and he only scoffed in reaction.

"Guess what? You were fed a bunch of lies, human. Humans are deceiving. And they deceive their family the most. Anyways, the waffles will get cooked in a couple of minutes. Use the gloves to remove the bowl, it might be too hot to touch." He said, and I absentmindedly nodded my head.

Why would Aunt Penelope lie to me?

Or maybe I didn't understand her words. Maybe I misunderstood her.

I wore the gloves before uncovering the stove. The waffle looked nicely cooked. I got the mould outside carefully before getting the waffles out and refilling the mould with the batter. Here goes round two.

"Can I asked you something, Satan?" I asked him. He was back on his seat. His fingers were reaching out for his magazine but as soon as he heard me, his fingers froze in air before he retracted his fingers back.

"Everyone here calls you Sire and yet you never asked me to call you that once? Why did you never raised objection in me calling you by your name?" I asked him and he shook his head before grabbing his magazine again.

"Because I am their King. But you are not a creature that belongs to hell. Atleast not yet. So, I am not your King." He said and I felt my mouth going dry.

"But I am in your realm. You're providing me everything. Doesn't that makes you my King until I'm staying here? Until you're making me stay here?" I asked him and he let out a sigh, snapping his fingers as he pointed towards the stove.

"You'll burn the waffles, human. And if you want to call me by the title my creatures call me with, go ahead. I don't have any problem." He said and I frowned. That was not an answer, I was looking for.

"No, I am fine with your name. I was just curious." I said and the fire in his eyes flared, making me swallow hard.

"Haven't you learnt your lesson yet, human? Curiosity killed the cat. It always does. Every time a creature gets too curious for the wrong thing, they end up dying." He said, his voice was gravely low, passing shivers down my spine and I felt my body trembling at his words. They were dark. Very dark.

"But isn't death our ultimate fate, Satan?" I asked him and he didn't speak anything for atleast a minute before speaking.

"Saute some vegetables too, human. And maybe you can pack a square of them for you to eat in the break as well." He said, and I looked at him before looking down at the waffles.

"I think they are enough, Satan. Waffles and fruits are more than enough for breakfast." I said, and he looked at me with challenge. Why, Lord, why?

"Have you forgotten that you are in hell, human? You need more energy to survive here. You need proper amount of food. With proper nutrients. So cook the vegetables and soak some beans for dinner as well. They are kept in the top shelf." Satan guided me and I let out a sigh but obliged.

By the time I was done with the cooking, I placed the breakfast on the table. I was sitting far away from him. And he seemed happy with my decision. I didn't blame him. Being surrounded by a different creature wasn't always pleasant.

Only if that other creature is a dog. Or maybe a cow.

"I got your list and a demon from the realm has been sent to earth to collect the essentials you need. He'll back by tonight. Do you need it urgently or you can wait till the morning?" He asked me and I pressed my lips, nodding my head.

"I can wait, thank you." I said with a small smile as I shoved a small piece of waffle in my mouth. The hell didn't had chocolates or chocolate syrup, and honey didn't taste that bad. Except for the fact that I barely liked honey.

"And it will take a week for the medical team to complete the training. So, keep yourself out of trouble for a week." He said to me and I chuckled at his words. He raised his eyebrows at my chuckle and I looked at him sheepishly.

"It's like you're telling me to not meet with an accident because doctors are on protest." I said and he looked at me with a dumb expression.

"We don't have transportation here, human. You won't meet with an accident." He said to me and I smiled in amusement but nodded my head.

"Do you have library in hell?" I asked him and he nodded his head slowly, taking a bite of his own breakfast.

"Can I take some books from the library to read? It gets boring on the weekend." I said to him and he wiped his mouth with the napkin kept beside him. He was so elegant in his moves.

"You can take them, human. But I don't think it would be of much use to you." He said to me and I shook my head. Not being able to understand.

"Why?"

"They are all in Greek."