The Human And The Satan

19.

"You look sleepy, human. Did you not sleep at all?" Satan asked me when I took my nineteenth yawn. I smiled at him, shaking my head.

"I was working on them but I couldn't recall anything. Therefore, I decided to get your help. And these are due tomorrow— sorry, today. And I didn't want to miss my credits," I said, gulping down another glass of coffee and before I could've refilled my cup from the kettle, when Satan's fingers gripped my wrist, halting me from pouring more coffee into my cup.

"Enough of your coffee. Place that kettle down. You had enough of your caffeine for a night." He said, his voice slightly somber to my ears. I pressed my lips together, shaking my head as I closed my eyes.

"But we are not even half way through, Satan. I need to stay awake to complete these questions. And then I need to report in the courtroom as well. I need caffeine in my system to work." I said, and he shook his head, taking the kettle in his hand before the kettle started to fly in the room until it reached the table and was placed down on it, making me roll my eyes.

Why was he so dramatic with his powers? Always flexing them.

"No, maybe you need sleep. I'll talk with Basilia. And if you are having difficulty with learning Greek, maybe you should ask your mentor to hold the same lessons more than once. As for this work, you can hand these out in the next two days," he said, and I shook my head.

"But Basilia......"

"Basilia is not above me, human. I am the ultimate law here. And if I say you can submit these questions after two days. Nobody will deduct your credit in the same. Do you understand?" He asked me, and I pressed my fist against my lips to suppress my yawn and he shook his head, closing the papers.

"But isn't that me misusing your powers? Because Basilia did teach me. It's just that I couldn't remember them." I said, and he flicked his fingers, making the papers also fly in the air before they got deposited in a folder attached to the wall, making my eyes widen. How much I wanted to have these powers with me. That way, I would have done so many things, all at once.

"That's why you need extra lessons on the same topic. Actually, I'll talk to Basilia. I'll be taking your Greek lessons from now on. After dinner. Every day. No leaves. Because I literally read your mind. So, I'll know better if you want me to repeat a particular section or not. But as for now, do your business, take a bath or whatever and then we'll take a trip to the kitchen where you'll cook breakfast for yourself and then go to sleep." He said, and my eyes widened as I looked at him with slight astonishment.

"I'm getting a day off?" I asked him and he raised his brows at me, shrugging his shoulders.

"You'll be working on weekends, human. You don't get a leave here unless it's a life and death situation. You brought this upon yourself. You'll complete today's work in the courtroom during the weekend." He said, and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"But how can I do today's work on the weekend, Satan? The hearing of the souls can't be shifted till the weekend. Or can it be?" I asked him, and he shook his head.

"You'll be assigned another job by me. No-one else, human. Now, rush to your business. I don't have much time to spend now." He said to me, getting back to his King position. And the urge to roll my eyes at him was hard to suppress. But for my sake, I did. I suppressed it well. He was the King, after all. Now my teacher. And he can burn me in the fire of hell any time without any repercussions.

"Of course, Satan. And thank you for being so considerate." And I meant my words. No matter what people said about him, I was seeing a side of him that attracted me in ways no-one ever did. But he only nodded his head.

I was quick to walk into his washroom before locking it from inside. I did my business, letting out a breath of relief. Once I was done peeing, I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed the mug, filling it with water before I threw it over my body. The cool liquid quenched the heat in my body very well. It was so hot in hell. One can literally toast bread on their skin. Okay, maybe I exaggerated but that's how the heat was impacting my brain.

Once I was done bathing, I dressed myself in the same clothes since I didn't bring my fresh set of clothes from the room I lived in. And besides, the night dress was far more comfortable than the work gowns. I felt hotter in those clothes. I tied my hair up in a bun before securing it with my hair-pins. Ah, what a bliss.

When I walked out, he had changed into a button-up shirt and a pair of dark pants. He had his hair combed back and, for the umpteenth time, I wondered how could someone be as beautiful and as gorgeous as the person standing in front of me? I shook my head when his eyes stared at me, right into my soul. He could read my mind. And, of course, he f*****g read my thoughts.

How can someone embarrass themselves again and again? I was definitely a pro at it.

"Quit thinking rubbish, human and start walking. And why are you not in your work clothes?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows and I pressed my lips together.

"Because I didn't have them when I was taking a bath," I said, and he looked at me with his eyebrows raised up.

"Next time, remember that night clothes are only meant to be worn at night, human. Rules are taken very seriously here. This is not earth. The ruler of this realm is very serious about the rules I have made. None of our system is corrupted here. And I expect each and everyone to follow them. Do we have an understanding here, human?" He asked me, and I let out a sigh.

What made him think that I was the corrupted one here? Where did he get the assumption that I am used to breaking the laws? And the thought that he was making assumptions about me— wrong assumptions irked me. And Satan thinking wrong about me made me feel...... hurt.

"I am not used to breaking the rules, Satan. And whatever gave you that assumption is wrong. Very wrong. I'll change into my work dress before heading towards the kitchen." I said stiffly. And something in his eyes flashed at the change of my expression.

He opened his mouth to say something. But he closed it back when no words formed in his mouth. He made no noise, no sound; no word came out of his mouth. So, he just nodded his head simply. Clenching my fingers into a fist, I walked out of his room. For some weird reason, my chest ached. And tears filled my eyes.

I never cried over people. Or maybe I never had people to make me cry. When I was left all alone, I decided to stay all alone. I never made friends, I never spoke with people. I never listened to them. Never. Even out in public, I would use headphones to avoid them. But in hell, I had none of those techniques to use. I had no option but to listen to them.

But even when I was attacked by a demon, and he chunked out a bit of flesh from my stomach, I didn't cry. But Satan's words made my chest brim with tears, pooling my eyes. I wiped them from my sleeves before changing into one of my work clothes. But for some reason, his words still kept echoing in my head.

Or maybe I was overthinking.

Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to calm my over-dramatic self before I walked out of my room, making sure I didn't look like I was crying. But heck! He could read my thoughts. My thoughts are always loud. And by now, he already knew I was crying. He'd think I am weak when I am not. I have been taking care of myself for a long time now. All alone. I was far away from being weak. But will he ever understand that?

And even if he doesn't, why would that affect me? Why is it affecting me?

When I reached the kitchen, he was sitting on his usual seat, reading yet another book. I didn't even try to read the title. Looking in his way seems too painful to me now. I was being dramatic, I know. But my mental health wasn't being supportive either. I was experiencing an emotional breakdown after ages. Or maybe it was my lack of sleep.

I quietly got the vegetables out of the tray and started to dice them on the chopping board. My mind was still stuck in my past. In my house. On my earth. Where I was all alone. Nobody told me what to do. Nobody accused me of corruption. I didn't have to wear work clothes in the kitchen when I was only going to sleep after eating. Did he expect me to change into my night clothing again, when I'd retire to my room?

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't realize that the carrot in my hand was entirely chopped down, and my index finger and thumb took the place of my carrot. I hissed in pain when the knife made a cut on my fingers, making me drop the knife almost immediately and cradle my hand.

It was a pretty deep cut. I clenched my eyes shut when the pain became unbearable. A single tear rolled down my eyes, weeping for the pain and the emotional ache I was feeling. And then I felt a warm pair of hands holding my shoulders before I was spun around. I opened my eyes and his golden, molted eyes met my teary ones. Something shifted in his eyes. As if the fire diminished completely for a split second before he blazed with double the flames.

"You can't do a single thing right, can you?" He hissed, grabbing my hand gently and the impulse to jerk my hand away from his hand seeped inside me. But he heard my thoughts faster than the speed of light.

One look from his eyes and I let him help me with my cuts. Besides, the pain reduced when he touched me. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, his one touch provided me with a lot of help.

"I can tend to this, human. I'm not a doctor." He said after a few seconds and a chuckle escaped my mouth as a tear rolled down my eyes. Why was I feeling so freaking vulnerable?

"I know. Just get me a turmeric. It has antibiotic and antiseptic properties." I said, and he looked reluctant to oblige. And being the "Sire" he is, he didn't oblige. He simply shook his head.

"The medical unit will be here in a few minutes." He said, and I rolled my eyes. This time I really did.

"I'm sorry for ruining your flooring and carpet with my blood. I'll clean them in a few minutes." I promised him and he stared at me for an entire minute. He didn't speak anything for a long time.

And when I thought he would just keep staring at me, he did something I never thought he would do. He wrapped his arms around me before pressing my head to his chest.

Satan, the King of Hell, was hugging me.

"Shut up!" He mumbled, holding me against his chest for quite a long time.