The Human And The Satan

22.

"You're cooking at two in the morning, human?" Satan asked me when I was making some sandwiches for me. Sir Ajax baked some bread for me this morning.

I flinched back when I heard him from behind me. Who sneaks behind someone at two in the morning? Satan, of course. I turned to look back at him; he was dressed in one of his white cloaks, his arms crossed against his chest and I narrowed my eyes at him. My hand was supporting my beating heart. He scared me.

"Yes. Do you want some, Satan?" I asked him, and he only raised his eyebrows at me. He sat down on the chair, his eyes looking at me like a guardian looking out for their ward. I was an adult. But then in a realm where I was a hundred and more years younger than the demons living in hell. Every time I am away from him, I get attacked.

"No, I'm not used to eating at midnight. You get hungry at this hour, human?" He asked me and I shrugged my shoulders, filling the veggies inside the bread slices before toasting them on the pan.

"Sometimes. Or sometimes we just have cravings at midnight." I answered and he slowly nodded his head at me.

"So are you hungry or were you craving something to eat?" He asked me, and his question made me chuckle.

"Both. I was hungry and I was craving some food." I said, placing the sandwiches on two different plates and he looked at me with an expression that told me he didn't like someone going against his words. But come on, he can eat food when I can. His digestive system was far faster than mine.

"I thought I told you I am not hungry, human. You need to stop feeding me all the time you are hungry." Satan said with a slight frown and I snorted, shaking my head at him.

"You know I'll make a plate for you as well if you'll sit beside me while I am making myself food. I am not used to eating alone when someone is sitting beside me." I said, sitting on my seat, and he looked at me with an expression that screamed distrust.

"You lived alone. You are used to eating alone." He said, his eyes flaring and I smiled at him, shaking my head.

"In my childhood, I always used to eat when someone would eat with me. That was a habit my mother gave me." And the only good habit she made me follow. I didn't have to add that. He let out a sigh, pulling the plate closer to him before he took a bite of the sandwich I made.

My eyes looked at his reaction, wanting to see if he liked the food. But as usual, his expressions gave away nothing. He just kept eating. So, I grabbed one slice of the sandwich before biting into it. And it was.... nice. Edible. Enough to sate my hunger and cravings.

"Your mother was not a nice person." He said suddenly, when I was halfway done through my midnight snacking. I stopped chewing for a second and swallowed the half-chewed bite, scratching my throat. I looked at him with my lips pressed in a thin line.

"I know now." I replied with a soft chuckle, shaking my head. His eyes were still on me. As if he was scared, I would break down if he wouldn't look for me. Which was a complete lie. It hurts. It hurts to suffer for something that wasn't even my fault. It hurts to be called a criminal when I am the victim.

"She is still paying for her sins, human. She is not off the hook for everything she made you suffer." He said, his eyes flared with unvoiced anger. I looked at Satan, my heart thumping loudly inside my chest. For a moment, I forgot that I was in hell. Things from the past flashed in front of my eyes.

And a painful smile gripped my face. I licked my lips, no longer feeling hungry. My appetite was long gone.

"But the damage is done, Satan. If there is something you can do to erase the pain and humiliation I suffered throughout my childhood, please go ahead. Please punish her as much as you can. But her pain won't reduce my trauma. It can never reduce my pain." I said, and he nodded his head, leaning back on his chair.

"I can't take away your memories of pain, human. That's against the laws of hell and heaven. But her karma is being justified now. Knowing that the person that caused you so much pain is not at ease either will help you sleep better." Oh, how wrong he was.

I smiled at him, not saying another word. Because I was left with none. How do I tell him that I sleep at night peacefully? That her memories no longer ruins my sleep but it ruins the relationship or friendship I try to initiate. I am always labeled as her daughter. The lunatic daughter.

"It's..... it's getting late, Satan. I should go back to bed." I said, getting up from the table, collecting the dishes as I walked to wash them towards the sink.

"Human," he called to me, stopping me in mid-way when I almost left the kitchen. My heart bounced inside my chest when I turned around to look at him and his fiery eyes made contact with mine. He was handsome and his eyes were equally more beautiful.

I hummed in response, my throat feeling dry. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it back when he couldn't find the right words to speak. After a long time of waiting, he finally nodded his head.

"Go to bed, human." He said, instead. I wanted to know what he wanted to say but I shook my head. If he doesn't want to speak now, it's okay. I can wait for some more time. Until he feels fine to share the information.

"Good night, Satan."