Chapter Twenty Three - A Romantic Meal With Lucifer

This chapter is dedicated to DemigodPrefect. Your wanting is very possible and I will allow it. ;)

I've always sucked at cooking. Like, I once burned water.
Water.
That's literally not even physically possible, but I did it. I somehow fucking did it.

But I think trying to improve your cooking skills so your boyfriend (and his annoying slave dude, but no one cares about him) can come home to a hopefully-not-burnt meal is great. Not that I'm saying you have to cook for your significant other. Takeout is awesome. Really awesome. I may consider doing that. Buying Chinese, dirtying some pots or something, and telling him I made it...
That wouldn't work. He's Satan. He knows when someone is lying. Hell, he invented that.

So for now I'm stuck looking at things online on how to boil a lobster.
These things are really disgusting and overly complicated.

The things I do for love...

I've discovered via reading a cheesy romance story for research that chocolate covered strawberries are deemed as romantic for some reason, so I'm making some of those as well. I also went to the store and bought a bottle of champagne and two bottles of red wine for backup and personal purposes.
I'm very prepared for this dinner, and although I'm sure I'm going to fail, I've got alcohol. Alcohol saves everything. Except lives of course..

It'll save mine though. Fuck everyone else.

Turns out chocolate is addictive, even when not on a tiny, baked breadstick. I tasted the stuff after melting it and it is so damn good. Seriously. Where has this been all my life? Hiding from me? I'm not that scary, am I?

To keep myself from eating all of the chocolate, I dip the fruits in it. The strawberries are then set on a thing of wax paper and are put into the fridge to harden.

Now I get to lick the bowl clean.

Which was probably a bad idea because now I want more..

I look over at the fridge where the strawberries are cooling. Licking the chocolate off them would make those fruits covered in my saliva, which would made them inedible to everyone other than myself and I probably wouldn't touch them without having an sort of fattening good on it..

Damn. I guess I have to wait.

"Urushihara, what's this?" Ashiya says, entering the room with a bag of groceries and a cliche teen romance novel in his hands.

"Not for you." I say, poking at the lobster in the pot with a wooden spoon.

"Oh, so it's for Sire?"

"Yeah."

He sets the groceries and his book on the counter and watches me poke at the lobster. It makes me kind of tense, and a bit insecure, but I continue going because fuck him.

"You have no idea what you're doing, do you not?" he asks.

I look over at him. He's right; I have not the slightest clue what I'm doing. But am I going to admit that to him? Hell no.

"Um.."

He rolls his eyes. "Move over."

I do as I'm told, but only because I have no idea what I'm doing and he's bound to do it better than I ever could. I'm not trying to be nice to him or whatever. I just want the best for Maou.

It's kind of hard watching him do what he's doing, all that fancy cooking stuff. It makes me feel useless, even though I know I'm not. If I were useless, I don't think I'd have made such a big impression on the world; it's partially my fault society is as bad as it is today. And yet I complain about it. I'm logical as fuck, aren't I?

"Why exactly did you choose to prepare a lobster, Urushihara?" Ashiya questions, his eyes never leaving the boiling crustacean.

"Because it's romantic or whatever." I mumble.

"Romance? You're trying to be romantic? You don't know the last thing about romance. You need to study stuff like that."

"Not every emotion comes from a book, shit-for-brains. Sometimes you have to experience things for yourself."

To my surprise, Ashiya smiles. "You're giving good advice for once. Being with Sire must make you really happy.."

"I.. uh.. Yeah. I guess it does."

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This chapter didn't really take all too long to write. I was just postponing it for some reason.
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