I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR REAPER
Chapter Nine
LUCIFER'S POV
Oh, what a day, I think as I walk towards my welcoming silver door.
I'd just spent the entire day fixing stupid problems. A hinge in the largest gate was broken and six murderers had spent the day in the Entrance Chamber while I tried to fix it.
It took nearly 4 hours.
And then that moronic demon-receptionist who sorts beings to their proper gates lost his Detector.
I couldn't remember how it was made, so I couldn't just create one. I'm powerful, but I'm not God. I had to spend a whole hour searching for that while the Chamber just kept getting fuller.
I look at the watch on my wrist. 5:20.
As I enter the door to personal corner of hell, I can't help but feel glad for the break from work.
As walk towards my house, I hear laughter from the woods.
It's rare when there is laughter in hell, so I go to investigate. And there is Bella sitting on a stone, trying to feed a fox a piece of leftover meatloaf.
"You like nature?" I ask. At the sound of my voice, Bella jumps, scaring the fox away.
"Not before," she says, "Here I fall down a lot less than I did on earth. I still fall down, but not as much, and now that I don't get hurt as much, I find that I am really enjoying the outdoors."
What an odd person, I think, On earth she was miserable. She had to make a deal with me to gain happiness. In hell you'd think it would be ten times worse, but she is happier than ever.
"How was your day?" she asks me.
"Ugh. Same as usual," I answer, "It's hard being the devil. How was your day?"
"Good," she says with a smile, "I got done with my chores early and spent most of my day out here looking at animals."
"Do you know what time it is?" I ask.
"Um...no," she says.
"It's 5:25, shouldn't you start working on supper now?"
"Oh mi goodness! You're right," she says, jumping up and running towards the house.
With a chuckle I go to watch T.V. until dinner time. I particularly enjoy a show called 'Reaper.' It's about a bounty hunter from hell and it portrays the devil as a middle aged man. As if I would go around middle aged. I like being 19. Not too young and not too old, it's when humans are at their strongest.
The show wouldn't be any good if it wasn't for Soc. He's this random guy who is always telling jokes.
I turn it off at 5:55 so I can get seated in the dining room before Bella can come out with whatever she has made for dinner.
She really is a good cook, I think. I'm glad I made her my servant.
Bella walks into the room carrying two plates of Shish kabobs. She sets the plates down on the table and then goes to take her seat.
She trips over the chair and falls on her face.
"Are you alright?" I ask.
She gets up and sits on her chair. "Yeah, I'm fine." As she says this her face turns red.
What a beautiful shade of crimson, I think.
"So much for being less clumsy here," she says, her blush deepening.
She eats her meal quickly and goes to the kitchen to wash her plate. While she is gone, I finish and I go back into the television room.
I turn Reaper back on, but I can't pay attention.
All I can think of is Bella's beautiful blush.
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