Chapter Six - Delete

I love the days I'm left alone.
As much as I love to argue, it's very pleasant to have an hour or so of peace and quiet.
I mean, when I'm alone nobody will think I'm crazy for laughing at the idiotic twelve-year-olds fighting over useless junk.

What's the point of social media anyway?
The internet was originally a way for people to interact with other beings around the globe to discuss topics they enjoy, right?
Then how come now the internet is a program consisting of World War III?
I'm not complaining though; I enjoy the pointless arguments, I tend to smile about even the ones with actual meaning because some people just have no idea what they're talking about.
I just don't see the point in using the world-wide-web to argue when you could be using it to Google pictures of kittens.
Not that that's what I spend some of my time doing or anything...

...Um... Anyway..
I have been thinking this thought for a while now, and it could just be the sleep deprivation talking, but what if humans worked the way technology does?
Everyone would be smarter, probably. Or maybe even stupider depending on how you look at it..
And if something you didn't like happens, you could just "refresh" or "close the tab" and that will go away. Right..?
OR YOU COULD DELETE PEOPLE YOU DON'T LIKE!
Oh, imagine the possibilities.
It'd be absolutely wonderful, would it not?
A better version of Heaven, I'd assume.

It isn't weird that I've already started coming up with a list of people I would "delete", is it?
It shouldn't be.
I know humans probably spend their time thinking the exact same thing.
What reason would they have not to?
Due to Maou's older actions, humans are full of as much greed, hatred, and jealousy as us demons are, which would totally lead to their wanting of a more technologically-savvy world to where you can remove your enemies, right?

"Hm, I'm glad to see our apartment isn't on fire."

"Our apartment? What happened to 'The King's Castle'?"

"Why are you trying to argue with me?"

"In a technicality, you are the one trying to argue with me. If you wouldn't have said anything when you first got here, this 'argument' wouldn't be happening."

Can I delete him?
Like seriously, I want to take a knife and stab him a thousand times.
I only haven't because if I did, I'd be in deep water with Maou again, and I'd rather that not happen.

"Very well then. Get back to whatever you're doing on that thing and we will exchange words no further unless being told to do so."

Ooh.
That sounds simply delightful.
I'm not even being sarcastic; that sounds fucking rad.

The door shuts and I glance over to Maou, him looking quite tired if you ask me.

"How was work, Sire?" Alciel asks like the formal bastard he is.

"Fine." he replies.

Doesn't look fine to me.
There must have been one of those customers today.
You know, the people who cause a scene because their order isn't ready in two seconds.
Or does that only happen in American television shows?

"Wonderful. I have your meal prepared."

How monotonous.
It's almost like he was rehearsing it.

Around 10 P.M is normally my favourite time of day.
Alciel is sleeping, and Maou always decides to bug me, which can be both good and bad.

"What'ya reading?" he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Get off of me."

As much as I want you to stay there, please don't.

"Okay then. But what are you reading?"

"An article about an era of Earth called the Stone Age. It's pretty fucking awesome. They had dinosaurs. You remember when they were first created? I love the detail of their skin. And the patterns of their teeth. The varying sizes and proportions were kind of cute, too."

"Okay, you can stop now."

I'd totally apologize, but...
Why would I want to do that?

(A/N): Okay this chapter was so much shorter than I intended, but I didn't want to update late, so here you go.
A pretty crappy and short chapter. c:
Forgive me for mistakes, I didn't edit this chapter...