The Angel Of Hell

Chapter 8

Sally’s POV

The next morning, I woke up to a completely different scenery. The room, which was previously the size of a closet, was now twice the size as the room back at home. There was bright light shining in from a window which previously did not exist. The room was fully furnished with a wardrobe, study table, a queen size bed and even a personal bathroom. The room was actually much like Lucifer’s, but more decorated to match my taste. The wall paper was gray, splashed with different colors. The ceiling was whit sprinkled with small multi-color dots.

I was almost about to release a sigh of contentment when I realized who must’ve done all this.

Satan. 

Next to my bed was a bed side table, with an alarm clock. However, what shocked me was the time; it read 10 am. My eye brows shot up in confusion. How was I not woken up for the torture sessions? 

His voice came back to me: You will not regret your decision Sally. I will offer you complete immunity as long as you stay by my side!

I felt slightly relieved to be exempt from the torture sessions, but a shudder went through me as I wondered what he would do if he ever found out I was double-crossing him.

I decided it was high time I got out of bed. I slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom to carry out my morning duties. I gasped in shock and surprise as I saw the bathroom. It was grand! It had a bath tub with assorted bath products surrounding it right in the center of the bathroom. There was a shower at the back right and a toilet and fancy sink at the left. As tempted as I was to take a long, hot bath, I decided it would be best to take a quick shower.

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me, still dripping wet. I didn’t have any clothes to change into, so I decided to check the wardrobe. I opened the wardrobe, only to find my old clothes in there. My clothes… back from home. My mind wandered back to my family and friends and how they must be coping. Tears pricked the corners of eyes, and I quickly wiped them off.

I grabbed a set of clothes blindly, and dropped my towel, ready to change. However, when I turned around, a loud squeal escaped my lips and I scurried to wrap the towel back around me. Lucifer looked up from the magazine, his eyes widening in shock and his mouth opening in surprise.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked; my voice two octaves higher.

“I – uh – I…” He stuttered. His face was completely red and I didn’t have to look in the mirror to know my face was probably the same shade as his… or maybe not, considering I’m dead and all.

“Get out, please.” I spoke slowly, almost commanding my voice to remain even. He nodded quickly, and rushed out the room.

I sighed, and walked to the door, locking it behind him. I furrowed my brows and decided to close the windows as well, just in case. It took me around 5 minutes to get dressed. I didn’t bother with any of the make-up items that were left in the wardrobe, nor did I bother to comb my hair. It would dry up fine by itself.

Before I could change my mind, I headed off to Lucifer’s room, which was right opposite mine. I knocked lightly at the door, almost hoping he wasn’t there. He opened the door almost immediately; however, I noticed that he was sitting in his chair staring at the ceiling, not even close to the door.

I walked in quietly, shutting the door behind me with a quiet click. His gaze flitted towards me and he blushed almost suddenly, and I knew he was thinking about the earlier incident.