The Reality Of Nightmare (BxB)

CHAPTER XIII: THE DEMON'S SLAVE

CHAPTER XIII: THE DEMON'S SLAVE

"Cuz I do not accept any less 

Than someone just as real, as fabulous."

- Lady Gaga, Paper Gangsta

I can't forget the nightmare that I've had. It almost felt real; it felt like I was in an alternate universe. When I wake up, the demon is still watching over me, his eyes trained on me, and they are much brighter than the room. I pretend to yawn, and scratch my cheek. We just stare at each other, none of us is speaking. What is there to say? Good morning. "Good morning."

Slate grunts in response, then he whirls himself around and trudges out of my room, leaving the door ajar. I frown at the door. I decide to follow him, and once I reach the living room, Slate is already dressed in a fancy suit – a black tuxedo, his hair shining and combed back, a red tie around his neck is perfectly made, and the way he carries himself, it seems like he has been doing this ever since the world has been created. Our eyes meet for the moment, but his eyes turn cold and he throws a red orb near the window, opening the portal and a strong gush of wind brushes past me, making me squint through.

The demon enters the portal, and the portal closes after the demon passed through, and it closes with a blink sound. I'm left alone. The living room is a mess: the pillows are on the floor, and there's a lot of empty snack (Cheetos!), and crumpled papers. I grunt upon seeing the mess. I know that I'll be the one cleaning this entire unit. Because: I am the demon's slave, and that's because of my own dumbness.

"Idiot, I am." I mutter.

Deciding that I should start my day with a good breakfast, I head into the kitchen and check the fridge if there's something to eat. I find breads and butter in the kitchen, and from what I've heard from Léandre, they are a good combination.

"This will do," I comment.

There's a coffeemaker placed on top of the counter, just near the thing that can heat up food. (I've heard it from Léandre as well – it's a machine that can heat up food when you place the food inside, and then you turn on the machine, and you will set a time. I think it's oven, or micro-something.) I head there and check if this is something that I can operate. A coffee will be good in the morning as well.

After figuring out how the coffeemaker works, I'm finally able to drink, to take a sip of an awful black coffee I have made. I put the cup of coffee on the table, and decide that I should start cleaning the place now. Because I know that once the demon gets back, he's going to throw a massive fit on me. I eat a bread with a butter spread on it, and find it satisfying in my tummy.

I start with my room. I make my bed, sweep the floor (Léandre made me see how to use the sweeping thing), and polish the floor (I've seen that one on the movies). Once I'm done in my room, I head to the living room to start cleaning the mess.

The demon – the demon Slate, I thought he liked things neat and clean. But upon seeing this, I'm slowly and finally seeing his true colors. He likes to disorganize things.

It takes me two hours to clean the living room. Turns out that I need to move bigger objects (such as the couch, the desk, and tables) in the living room to sweep even the small dirt. There was a lot of dirt in this unit and I realize that the demon just cleans the things that he sees in his line of sight.

There's a puff – a puff sound – just above me, and I jump in surprise. A crumpled paper falls down and I catch it with my hands, the crumpled paper landing in my palm and I groan out loud, just to let the demon know I don't like this. I curse (hell) under my breath, and roll my eyes. I decide to smooth the crumpled paper and find a written note. It says: go do grocery. If you notice, the fridge is nearly empty, and you need to survive. I don't do grocery. I don't know how to grocery.