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I tried to understand the relationship Satan told me I had with him. He was my soulmate, that's what he told me. Maybe that was the reason I always found him attractive. Despite the fact that he had kept me hostage in his realm. But Sir Ajax had once told me Satan was made in a way to lure people into his beauty.
And I was no different than anyone else. His charms didn't work any less than it worked on others. Maybe I was also one of those victims who thought they had a special connection with the ruler of hell.
I shook my head and walked inside his bathroom while he was laying down on his bed, wearing one of his cloaks. When I walked in his room, he made one thing clear that I didn't had to knock on his door from now on before entering his room. I can just enter inside his room whenever I wished.
But it felt wrong. Especially when the bond between us was still unnamed and not proved.
I stripped out of my clothes and let the water to run on my body. I filled the jug with water before throwing it over my body, the splashes of which making my hair drench in water. I filled another jug of water and poured it down my hair, making sure my hair soaks the water well.
I took a little amount of shampoo before rubbing it over my scalp, I let my fingers massage my head. I needed this massage from a long time. Especially when days like these were tiring as hell. Oh, the irony.
After I was done cleaning myself, I grabbed the towel and started to dry my skin. I was feeling lazy. I wanted to sleep. And another reason was that I was really tired. His confession of being my soulmate had left me with sleepless and stressful nights.
I wore one of the white dress I owned and let my damp hair be rolled inside the towel. And when I walked out of the bathroom, Satan was reading a magazine. One that taught him why women in the species of human behaved the way they did. I wanted to tell him that I can give him personal tuitions for that. But now he was not just my boss and the ruler of hell but also my soulmate.
It took great deal of efforts to crack jokes in front of him now. So, very quietly I walked out of his bathroom, ready to leave for my room. We still had work to do. Basilia wouldn't tolerate my tardiness. After all, she was the prosecutor of hell. But before I could've left, I was called from behind.
I was called by him. The Satan.
"Wait, human." He said and I clenched my eyes shut. Why can't he just call me by my name now? I mean, he claims we are soulmates. So if he going to call me as human for our entire life?
"You know, I do have a name. And if you want us to try this relationship. I need you to stop calling me 'human' as if it's a curse. Start calling me Leah. That's my name, Satan." I said, turning around and he raised his brows at me, slightly nodding his head.
"Come here, Leah Summers." He said and I crossed my arms over my chest. Giving him the look.
"Leah. Just Leah." I corrected him and he clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into a fist as he looked at me with a look that screamed annoyance.
"You let Basilia and many others call you Leah Summers." He argued and a very amused smile formed on my face as I nodded my head, leaning against the door.
"But they are not my soulmate. You are. Why won't you call me by my name? Just my first name?" I asked him genuinely interested and he pressed his lips, weighing his options of speaking the truth or ignoring everything.
But for once he chose the former. Making my eyes widen in shock as a small, almost subconscious smile formed on my face. He was trying. At least, that's what I could see.
"Fine! Fine. I'll..... I'll call you Leah. So, can I..... can I dry your hair?" He asked me, making me blink in shock.
Did he just..... did he just ask my permission to dry my hair? The ruler of the hell, the devil, wanted to dry my hair. It was a strange wish. But honestly, I couldn't deny him this request. So I swallowed hard before nodding my head.
And he looked as surprised as me when I agreed to his words. But he was quick to snap out of it. The fire in his eyes flared.
He grabbed a chair and made me sit on me before he unwrapped my hair from the towel and started to run his fingers through the length of my long, dark hair. And my eyes shut as he kept playing with my hair. And not to mention the sleep that kept clouding my vision as his fingers kept massaging my scalp gently.
"Your thoughts are getting slurry with every passing second, hum— Leah. Are you okay?" He asked me and I hummed in answer, his fingers kept massaging my scalp, running through the lengths of my dark, long locks.
I didn't miss how he was on the verge of calling me "human", but held himself back and called me Leah instead. He called me Leah. And the way his deep, thick voice called my name, I felt a shiver down my spine. I swallowed my saliva harshly, shaking my head.
"Nothing, Satan. Just feeling a bit sleepy. Have anyone ever told you your fingers have magic? They can make the person in front of you fall asleep within seconds. Especially with this type of technique." I said, my words soft and low.
He didn't speak to me for a few seconds before he decided to reply me.
"I don't know. I have never ran my fingers into anyone's hair before."
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