The Human And The Satan

35.

"How do I look, Sir Ajax?" I asked my friend, standing across my room. He looked at me for a whole minute, contemplating his thoughts before voicing them. He walked towards me and grabbed another dress and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Try this one. Sire would like this one better." Sir Ajax recommended me and my eyes narrowed further as I looked at the white flowy dress. It had laces on it as borders and light embroidery. And the dress I was wearing was also white in color. But the only difference was that it had no laces. I didn't like dresses with laces or too much embroidery.

"I hope you know that I am not dressing up for Satan, Sir Ajax. My dress is just fine. And on our date, we are going to spend some time together to bond with each other. We are not spending time so that he can bond with my dress." I said with a small chuckle as I tucked my free hair behind my ear.

I felt cold for the first time since I walked in hell. Hell had a temperature that could give you a tan you won't be able to get rid of for the next many years. The heat of hell was not unknown. Residing in the deepest part of the crust, hell is the hottest place I have ever been to. And despite the heat around me, I felt chills down my spine today. The thought of sharing a romantic date with Satan was enough to make me shiver.

No, no, Leah, it's not a romantic date. It's just a date. You had planned this date to give him experience of how dating works with humans, back on earth. And it has nothing to do with romance. Not at all. Not even a bit.

"But this date is for him, isn't it? And of course, he wouldn't mind. You look beautiful in everything you wear, little human. It's just that I was thinking from Sire's point of view. Anyways, get ready and fetch Sire from his room. He is waiting for you," Sir Ajax said and I licked my lips, nodding my head. My heart was beating very fast. Faster than I wanted it to.

When Sir Ajax left the room, my eyes fell on the dress in front of me. Satan likes this dress. But you don't like laces and embroidery on dresses, Leah. My subconscious mind rebuked me. I was very confused, very much stuck in between what I should do. When the woman inside me wanted to dress the way I felt comfortable, my heart was very adamant on making me wear a dress that would please Satan.

And no matter how correct and logical my woman's side was, my heart wasn't ready to lose the battle. And with a sigh, I grabbed the dress and slipped it on my body before removing the dress I was already wearing. I let my long hair fall on my chest, providing me with the very last of the warmth I could expect. Because this excitement and anxiety of taking Satan on the date I had planned for him was making me feel the cold that was impossible to find in hell.

When I left my room and walked to his room, I saw him working on some papers. But he looked ready. Very ready for the date. And I stopped on my steps. My eyes slowly tried to embrace his frame. He was reeking of that beauty everyone so praised. His dark gray suit clung to his body and muscles, like his skin. The first two buttons of his black shirt were undone. His dark hair was combed back elegantly. His polished shoes only completed his appearance.

Satan was an expensive man. Not just in terms of his clothes and accessories. But because of the aura he had around himself. He even smelled good. His dark cologne was enough to make the person in front of him fall down on their knees. And I was just a human. Witnessing his endless beauty like a stream, drenching me whole.

"Are you planning to stare at me for the entire date? Is this how humans celebrate their date night?" Satan asked me, suddenly looking up from his papers and I forgot to breathe. His intense fiery eyes made me take a step back. The heels I was wearing, hitting loudly against the wooden flooring of his room and he raised his eyebrows at my reaction.

He was amused. After all, I was behaving like a fool. Like an obsessed and mesmerized fool.

But it wasn't my fault that I could barely take my gaze on him.

"I can't help it when you look more of a sight than the date I arranged for us." I blurted out. And when my own words fell in my ears, I clenched my eyes shut. What the hell did I just say? And why?

How can I be so engrossed in his beauty so as to forget what words I am speaking and in front of whom?

"Hey, hey, calm down, Leah." Satan said, with a new-found softness in his voice, and I couldn't help but gape at him. "I hope you know that your words are never ignored. No matter if they are said in your mind or whispered through your mouth." He said, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his smart words.

No matter if I speak out my thoughts or keep them in my mind, embarrassment will follow me. Because neither are my words, nor are my thoughts guarded from the devil's ears. If anything, he can hear me better from my mind.

"And, and, I have no problem with letting you stare at me, Leah. We can do that every free minute of our lives. But that would ruin your efforts on the date you have planned. And how can I ever let my soulmate's efforts go in vain? So, shall we?" Satan asked me and, for the umpteenth time that evening, I felt my heart ready to jump out of my chest.