The Human And The Satan

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"You are my soulmate, human. My other half." He repeated again, and again, until I couldn't take it. I took a step back, looking at him like he had grown two heads. Like he was spitting fire. But was he not?

He told me he was my soulmate, that I was his other half. If he wouldn't have been the ruler of hell, speaking with his calculated words, I would have believed that he was lying to me. But Satan wasn't known for his jests. If anything, he looked serious. No expressions, no empathy were painted on his face. He stood there, emotionless and impassive.

"You're lying." I whispered, making sure to put some safe distance between us. And he scoffed at my words, or rather the action of putting some distance between us.

But it was all in my head. This was hell. His realm, his place. And I was just a human, with no power to fight him. And no matter how much I try to put distance between us, this was hell, hell is nothing but Satan's home. And how can I run from him as long as I am inside his house? It was nothing but the lies I kept feeding myself. That I can save myself from him. Or any like him.

"You're joking. How is it even possible for a king, the ruler of hell, to have a human as their soulmate? It's similar to humans claiming their love, sensually for dogs. Which is utter bullshit!" I said, and he simply raised his eyebrows at me. I licked my lips, an action I do when someone makes me nervous.

He tightened his cloak around his waist, taking a step forward, and my eyes widened at how close he stood to me. I was never good at proximity. Being alone all my life, someone standing this close so that you can sniff their cologne was overwhelming for me. But for some reason, it didn't make me feel disgusted. If anything, he was making me feel overwhelmed. With emotions people want to be high on.

"Have you ever seen me joking with you or anybody else, human?" He asked me, and I sucked in a breath at how he was making points here. But my eyes were half-closed. Trying to absorb and swallow everything he was throwing at me, expecting me to accept it like I accepted he hadn't found out a way to send me back home.

"No. But how can I believe what you're saying is right? Because I don't know a s**t. I don't know if anything you're saying is even true or not. It's hard. How do I trust you?" I asked him, and he took another step towards me. My fingers curling inside, tugging on the side of my dress. It was hard to stand there, acting brave when his proximity was enough to make me lose.

"I have no way to prove my words to you, human. Except that you feel it yourself. And for that you need to stay here. In hell. With me." He said, and I took a whiff of bravery before asking another question. A question that would probably risk it all for me.

"And what if I still don't feel anything?"

"Then I promise I'll send you back to earth. But remember one thing, human. If you lie, you won't leave this realm." He warned me and I smiled at him. I don't know what even made me smile, but it did. Something did. Something in his threat made me smile. Was he trying to make me stop in hell?

"What if I don't want to stay at all? Because now I know that you can send me back home. Very easily." I said, and he hummed in response. What kind of reaction is this? He agreed with me. He can send me back home. And if he does, I'll have to look for a new job. Or apply in the same place again.

But what will I say after returning to earth? Why did I suddenly disappear for Satan knows how long? I certainly can't say that Satan had summoned me because I wanted to summon him. What will I tell Aunt Penelope? She will aggressively start chanting his spells. Especially the same night he summoned me, every year.

Poor Satan. Aunt Penelope would never let him sleep again. And knowing her, she'd rather face the wrath of Satan than miss the opportunity of meeting the ruler of hell, her all-time crush.

"That's not the choice you have, human. There are some rules none of us can break. Why do you think you got summoned after chanting my spells for just one night? Because you are my destiny, human, just like you are mine." He said, making me press my lips in a thin line.

"So, you didn't summon me?" I asked him, astounded by his revelation. He scoffed slightly, sitting down on his bed. Like the very first time I saw him. His eyes were still on me. Like they were on my face for the first time. I was dragged into hell. Inside his room. He was staring at me with the same gaze. With the same expression. The only difference is that I wasn't flying in the air this time. But I was as confused as the first time.

"Of course, I did. You can't enter hell without my permission, human. But when you kept trying to summon me for an entire night. And I usually block every chant that tries to summon me. But for some weird reason, I couldn't ignore your request. Your words kept echoing in my ears. And out of frustration, I summoned you back. And that's when I realized, I am your soulmate. I can never ignore your request. Every time you summon me, I will come." He said, and I pressed my lips together as I had no option left either.

"Fine, I can..... I can give this a try. But if I don't feel anything, I am out of here." I said and I saw his lips twitching a bit as he nodded his head.

"Deal."