Satan stared at me with cold eyes with never ending smirk. It made me look away from his cat like eyes. I wanted to look anywhere but not his eyes.
"Do I exist or not?" Satan asked.
I nodded.
"Good." The smile didn’t end at all, "Do you want to touch my trident?"
"I – I am okay." But I wasn’t.
"You're refusing me." Satan snapped.
"If you would let me touch." Tarot gasped, "I will…"
Then I touched the trident which was drenched in blood.
"I still don’t understand what you want me to do." I looked up at him.
"You already have understood. You already have seen what I want you to do. You had laughed the loudest when you knew what you were going to do." Satan spoke to me and touched my head.
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The problem was, I had no idea what he was talking about. And I didn’t have enough courage to question the frightening Satan.
"I will do what you tell me to do. I vow." I said in a sudden. I wanted his hands off my head. A lie could do the work right there.
It did.
"I want a place to eat and I want it done in your house. Nobody is willing to offer Satan hospitality." Satan remembered Dormer.
"You are welcomed in mine." I said, feeling awkward.
Satan's smirk even widened after hearing it. His eyes widened and looked as wet as it always had been.
Satan again put his icy cold hand on my head and caressed remains of the hair. Coldness seemed to be increasing every second.
"You are welcomed." I looked at him and backed away few steps because cold was unbearable by now.
I walked backwards for a long time and saw Satan give no reaction to me. It looked like he wanted me gone now. I wanted to go away from there. I wished the same thing would happen with Satan as soon as it could happen.
A place to eat? Is this what he wants? Is this what Dormer got killed for? But I didn’t look back at him. Just pretended like there was a tree behind me. And trees are not meant to be talked with.
And like a tree, Satan made no move.