Dark Flower (The Devil is A Part-Timer)

Chapter 1: Boredom, Longing, and Death

You can scream and you can shout
Keep your secrets in the shadows
And you'll be sorry
~Sixx:A.M.

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Melantha POV
I sit on the steps in front of the throne with my legs crossed. I put my elbow on my knee, making a strand of hair come down. I start playing with it out of boredom. I blow puffs of air, and the strands go up and come back down. This goes on for a while, until I get bored of doing that. I close my eyes for a minute, starting to notice the silence. "Ih'j gekc quieh hoxac, ijn'h ih, Satan? (It's very quiet today, isn't it, Satan?)" I turn around, hoping to see King Satan sitting in his throne as bored as me, but he's not there.

"Mkozazlc oww xoinv jopehtinv.(Probably off doing something.)Wunnc, I xon'h kepepzek tip leaginv.(Funny, I don't remember him leaving.) I mkozazlc well ajleem avain anx xixn'h nohiye.(I probably fell asleep again and didn't notice.)Ugh, htah sujh jtofj tof loujc ow a "zoxc vuakx" I'p jummojex ho ze. (Ugh, that just shows how lousy of a "body guard" I'm supposed to be.) Ih'j noh lire te neexj a zoxc vuakx ancfac. (It's not like he needs a body guard anyway.) *sigh* Tof ap I noh wikex ceh?(How am I not fired yet?)" I say to myself, while waving my scythe around. I take a quick glance around, making sure nobody is in the throne room before I lay across it, with one knee on an arm rest and one foot barely touching the the ground. I lay my scythe along my lap with the sharp end touching the ground. "I htouvth I foulx tage one ow pc ofn zc nof. (I thought I would have one of my own by now)," I say, looking at the extravagent seat. I take a deep sigh. I start to remember one of the many lullabys my mother would sing to me as a yound child. She had told me it was from a far off land, where they spoke differently. She taught me what the words meant. I began to sing the beautiful lullaby that came from a woman I hated so much...

I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have

The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?

I think it's not to be

What will become of my dear friend
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud

Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?

And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become

For I am not the one

My eyes start to sting. I instanly shut them to avoid any tear drops. It doesn't help, the few tear drops invade the outside world. I grab my scythe, and make a few lacerations on my scarred left arm. Black blood began to ooze out of the wounds and I feel my tears subside. I take a deep breath, enjoying the distraction. " Ftc faj I ykcinv? (Why was I crying?) Ih'j noh lire I yake ftah tij ominion azouh pe ij. (It's not like I care what his opinion about me is.)" I whisper to myself while watching my blood drip slowly onto the floor.

I start to lean my head back, but the slam of doors takes me out of my trance. I quickly get out off of the throne, seeing how it was Satan, Alciel, and Lucifer who had entered the room talking military. Satan quickly takes notice of me.

Satan POV
"Melantha, ftah feke cou xoinv on pc htkone?(Melantha, what were you doing on my throne?)" I say. She stutters. I keep walking until I'm at the bottom of the stairs with Alciel and Lucifer behind me. "Hte rinv ajr-(The king ask-)" "Jilenye Alciel!(Silence Aciel!)"

I look back to Melantha as I start to walk up the steps. As I got closer she held her scythe tighter. Her arm was bleeding and she had dried tears on her face. She was looking at her feet where a small puddle of blood began to form. She was at it again. I stand in front of her, angry, waiting for her to say something.