The Human And The Satan

11.

Satan is the only creature, the only immortal who can tame evil. Satan is the only creature who can handle hell. Its demons and the evil spirits in the realm. But I never realized it until today. After a month of living in hell, I realized today what Satan is really capable of.

When I had to pee urgently at midnight because I drank too much water, I rushed towards his room. My eyes were sleepy but they managed to find the way through the darkness that surrounded the realm. And I forgot the ethics that were taught me and I barged inside his room without knocking.

And what I saw there, I can never unsee it. Not that I would ever want that.

Satan was lying on the bed, his robe lying on his bed as he was laying wide awake, with his silk sheets covering his feet. His pale skin was visible to my naked eyes. Burning me into flames, I saw in his eyes. I swallowed harshly, completely forgetting what my purpose was for barging inside his room at midnight. I forgot everything.

"Human, are you forgetting who I am?" His bold, unforgiving voice echoed in the room, making me blanch back, snapping out of my trance as I quickly looked away from him.

As much as I appreciated the candles, I loathed them equally. Not because they were illuminating the room. But because my red, flushed skin was visible to his very intense eyes. I was very open, vulnerable to his eyes.

"Are you forgetting I'm the King here, human? No matter how lenient I am with you, the line between our positions will never fade. I'm the King, the owner of this realm, human. And you're merely a mortal on her probation period." He said, his chilly words were stabbing me.

I shouldn't have been hurt by his words. His words shouldn't have made my heart ache and my eyes burn. But they did. I licked my lips and tried to smile. It was hard. It was so much harder than the books told in the stories. Hiding pain behind a smile is hard. Especially when I had no-one to pretend in front of.

"Of course, I know, I am just a human, Satan. Forgive me for barging in, I just needed to use the restroom urgently. Can I?" I asked him and I heard him sighing. His eyes looked at me. For an entire minute. This time, I maintained eye-contact with him. Staring at him back without stammering this time.

"Get in." He growled lowly and I nodded my head, rushing into the restroom before locking in from inside.

My heart kept beating loudly inside my chest. I could hear it in my ears. But I shook my head and sat down on the seat and closed my eyes as I did my business. The sweat was running down my forehead and my fingertips were cold. I was anxious. Very anxious.

This weird, unnamed feeling for Satan was messing with my mind. I washed my hands before splashing water on my face. When I walked out of the restroom, Satan was still lying on his bed, his eyes were trained on me, observing my every movement.

"Wait, human." He said, getting up from his bed as he walked towards me. His half naked body made me swallow harshly. He grabbed his robe before covering his upper torso. His robe reached down to his mid-thigh, covering a part of his silk pants.

I watched as he gripped a book from the bookshelf he had in his room. A personal bookshelf. I didn't even have one. I had access to none of those books. Because they were all in Greek. And then he walked near me and placed the book in my hands, making my eyes widen.

"This is one of the most read books in hell, human. I know we don't have books from your planet, earth. But this book was written by one of the most famous authors of our realm— a revenant. Bryce. His soul was caged by a sick witch. She cursed him to live forever in hell. His corpse woke up and now he is writing for a living in hell. This is his story— From Corpse To Life."

I looked down at the book. And it was in English. The ink also smelled fresh. Like someone printed this recently. The letters looked a little spooky, but having a book beside me to read was enough for me to smile.

"Is he— Bryce still alive?" I asked Satan, whose eyebrows shot up at my question.

"He died centuries ago, human. His corpse is, however, still moving in hell. He must be working on a new piece of work. His writing is really remarkable." He said, and I nodded my head, pulling the book closer to my chest. Finally, something to read.

"I'll..... I'll definitely read the book," I said, and he nodded his head at me.

"And make sure you make a good report on the book. I want it on my desk in fifteen days." He said, making me stop on my track. Report?

"Yes, report, human. The translators have worked very hard to translate the book for you. I don't want you to see it as a mere source of luxury. I want you to read very carefully, analyzing and inspecting every aspect of the story." He said to me and I shook my head.

"But what will I make the report on? And don't you think fifteen days is a bit too little? I work all day in the courtroom. I barely have time for myself." I argued, and he scoffed.

"And you overthink most of that time, human. It's better you work on the book. It will make you tired more and it will help you sleep better." He said, and my heart jumped inside my chest.

"And human, remember what Ajax said, I was built to lure people. Do not get lured by my beauty. Beauty can be deceiving. Especially when a devil resides inside that beautiful face."