The Human And The Satan

26.

"Why would you read a book to understand my behaviour, Satan?" I asked the ruler of Hell, sitting in front of me.

He is the ruler of hell, someone who has the power to burn souls and at the same time liberate them. He could have everything and anything at a snap of his fingers and yet he was reading a book to understand a human's behavior. And currently, I am the only alive human in hell. Why would he want to learn about how my mind and how my emotions function?

"To know you, human. What else would I do by reading this magazine?" He asked me, as if it was nothing but common sense. I narrowed my eyes at his reply. He had said this so casually that he was reading this magazine, trying to understand what I feel and why I feel.

"I meant why would you want to know about my behaviour, Satan? Why do you even care how I feel like?" I asked him. It was the very question that kept rolling like thunder inside me for days. Today, his magazine gave me courage to ask him the question I wanted to ask, since the moment he started showing me concern, nobody ever did back on earth.

"Because you're my responsibility," he said, throwing the same bullcrap at my face. I sucked in a breath, shaking my head as I looked at him with the same amount of determination he was looking at me. He only crossed his arms against his chest, his eyebrows raised up, as if daring me to deny his response to me.

"Enough with that responsibility bullshit!" I said and the fire in his eyes flared, telling me he was running out of patience. I didn't blame him though. I would even run out of patience if I had to deal with myself.

"Mind your tongue!" He growled at me and my own anger flared.

Suddenly, he didn't scare me. Suddenly, I had no fear that he would burn me in the fire of hell or that he would increase my probation period. I had no fear of punishment or consequences. I was saving for myself with the tone and language I was using with the ruler of Hell. But the way his answers infuriated me was beyond any explanation.

It was like he was trying to hide something from me. Something that had to do with me.

"I am minding my tongue, Satan. But when would you mind your words? Let's face it, both of us know that there is more than what you're telling me. You are the ruler of hell. Everything that happens in hell is under your control. And yet you didn't find a way to send me back home. Instead you are pushing me into some shitty hell work. No human is allowed to do it. You have been extra kind to me even when I ruined your sleep. The sleep you get only once every hundred years." I said, and he raised his eyebrows at me.

"So what do you want me to do because you ruined my sleep and talked disrespectfully to me? Do you want me to throw you in front of my hellhounds? I can gladly make you experience how it feels to meet my hellhounds." He threatened me and I narrowed my eyes at him, taking a step forward and he looked impressed by my sudden action of bravery.

And the sudden flash of pride in his eyes made my heart flutter. The fact that he was proud of my bravery, even if it wasn't for a split second, made my heart soar high.

"If you really wanted to throw in front of your hellhounds, Satan, you would have done it long ago. Because this is not the first time I have talked like this with you. You hear my thoughts all day. And you very well know that I cuss you a lot in my mind. Yet you haven't thrown me in front of your hellhounds even once. I doubt you'll do it now, either."

I knew I was playing a very risky game, but I wanted to test his limits. And like fire, his heat increased as he took a few steps forward, making me gulp, making me rethink all my decisions. Why did I have to challenge him? Now I'll have to face his hellhounds. And from what I have gathered, they are really vicious and savage. They won't take much time to tear me down, limb by limb.

"You want to repeat what you just said again?" He said, and I cleared my throat. My mind was warning me of my actions. Making me aware of the consequences that I would have to face because I wanted to sass Satan.

I always wanted a mighty death. But if I die here, who will remember me on earth? And even if they do, I haven't done anything yet to make people remember me. And even if they get to know about the reason of my death, my soul would be embarrassed about people remembering me as a woman who died because she wanted to sass the ruler of hell.

"What if I did?" Why can't I just keep my damn mouth shut? Why can't I just let my pride stay at bay? My pride was going to get me killed.

"I won't kill you." He suddenly said, reading my thoughts. Talking about embarrassment.

"After all, how can I kill someone who is a part of me, human? How can I kill a human who is my soulmate? You want to know why I didn't kill you when you ruined my sleep, or why I am reading books and magazines to try to understand human behavior. It is because you're my soulmate. And the reason I am not finding a solution to send you back on earth is because you belong here, as the Queen of this realm. Because you belong here, beside me."