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"Can you hold me, Basilia?" I asked my friend, who was currently sitting in my room, helping me learn Greek. She suddenly stopped writing on the paper when she heard my request. Her eyes looked at me like I had asked her something very strange. Or maybe I did. Because I never asked people for their affection.
"Why would you ask that, Leah Summers? Are you sad?" She asked me, and I looked at her, blinking back the sudden haziness I felt in front of my lips before I started laughing. But I didn't find any humor in her voice. Laughing was my tendency to deal with situations.
"No, of course not. Why would I be sad, Basilia? I just...... I just never had a hug. Not for a very long time, at least. Forget what I have just said. Can you help me read this?" I asked her, changing the subject, and she looked at me warily for a second before nodding her head.
She shifted her giant red-skinned body closer to me and pulled the book in between us before reading out the lines to me before translating and explaining each sentence. Basilia was a good teacher. She was patient and supportive.
"Are you sure Sire told you to find a way so that you can block your thoughts from him? Because a human doesn't have enough power to protect his/her thoughts to be read by the King of Hell himself. It is ridiculous." She argued and I looked up at her, shaking my head as I leaned back against the wall.
"I'm sure Satan wouldn't have told me to research things that don't exist, Basilia. And I really want to learn how to block my thoughts from him. I don't like my privacy being hindered because I don't know how to secure it. Anyways, can Satan read your thoughts as well?" I asked her, and she laughed at my question, nodding her head as she resumed writing down the alphabet for me.
"Leah Summers, he has access to everyone's mind. There's only difference between your and my thoughts is that you think a lot more than you actually speak, Leah Summers. And demons don't think as much as they speak."
"Can you read my thoughts?" I asked her with my narrowed eyes and she chuckled softly, shaking her head as she pushed the paper closer to me.
"Translate them into English. We have gone through these statements throughout our lesson. Keep them ready until tomorrow. Okay?" She ordered me and I let out a sigh, nodding my head. Damn, they looked so...... different. Did we really go through them today?
"As for your question, no. I can't read your mind. No one can. Except Sire, of course. We can possess your body. That too, only if you permit us. Usually, a human's brain allows us entry even before their body does. But unless and until we completely possess you, we can't read your thoughts. Actually, even when we possess humans, we can control their minds, but it's still near to impossible to read their thoughts." She explained to me, and I nodded my head, understanding her words.
"Have you ever possessed anyone?" I asked her and she laughed, shaking her head as she looked up at the ceiling.
"I have never left hell, Leah Summers. Maybe one day, I can. It's a fun thing to do." She said, with child-like excitement, and I smiled at her. Not for the person who gets possessed, Basilia. Not for the families who need to suffer because of your excitement.
"It's not fun for the victim. Anyways, are we done for today? Because I'm really hungry now." I said, and she nodded her head, getting up from the floor and I followed her, standing up on my feet before collecting all the papers and placing them in the corner, away from the candles.
"Do you need me to walk you to the kitchen, Leah Summers?" Basilia asked me and I shook my head, smiling gently at the red-skinned demon beside me.
"No, Basilia, I can walk there alone. Thank you for teaching me Greek. I'll never forget your effort for me." I said to her, meaning every word, and she reached forward to pat my shoulders before she walked out of my room with a smile on her face.
When I reached the kitchen, Satan was already sitting on the chair. For a change, he had a pair of glasses on his nose as he was reading a different book today. Satan was a reader. He loved reading books. And I gathered that from the time I spent here. Satan had collections of books and he loved reading them in his leisure time. And he looked so innocent while reading them.
"Good evening, little human. How are you feeling today?" Sir Ajax asked me, and I smiled at him, nodding my head.
"Good evening, Sir Ajax. I am really fine, thank you. What's cooking today?" I asked him, and Satan answered me instead.
"Exactly the same thing you had yesterday. Come sit here, human. We need to talk." Satan called me, shutting his book close as he looked at me. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when he said he wanted to talk with me. Who knew hearing those four words could be so frightening? So fearful.
"I heard your conversation with Basilia today." He started, and I furrowed my brows, nodding my head slowly. So?
"And?"
"You told her you wanted her to hold you." He said to me, and my eyes widened before they clenched shut in embarrassment. Great, he had to hear it! f**k it! Why does he have to hear every damn thing!?
"Don't panic, human. I believe you're facing some issues. And that's why I decided to recruit a psychologist for you. He is under training for now. But until then, if you really want someone to hold you, I can arrange a pet for you. Or maybe my hellhounds would happily volunteer."
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