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The devil's favorite was someone of lesser sins.

Favorite, for her satisfaction often fell out of bounds of their normal rulings. For a satisfaction that had long rarely been their own.

She asked for something far more simple. When the devil surrounded her with temptations beyond compare, she replied quickly without faltering.

"I want your companionship," she smiles with an empty gaze. "Let me learn about you."

The devil isn't sure what to think of that at first.

The devil does not go into sentences blind. They know of her past, her present, and would decide her now future. It's not like no one would have asked about the devil.

Philosophers and priests alike had questions about their being. Their religion. Who was right and who was wrong.

The devil didn't know anything about that. It's all the same to them, whether one believed in one belief or the other. To them, the only truth that mattered was the outcome of their deals. Often, they ended far too quickly to gain real satisfaction out of, in great irony.

She asked for something a little different than that.

"Are you asking for an escape? To get out of this somehow?" The devil murmurs, curious.

She laughs a little, perhaps out of surprise, "I suppose the devil is not so omnipotent after all."

"Do you wish me to be?"

She refuses.

Unremarkable, is the only label the devil is able to tag onto her. She lived, certainly, if you were to only take a single definition of that word.

A student, a friend, a mere receptionist. By all means, fairly average save for some unfortunate griefs that the world afforded her.

The devil thinks she is rather worthless.

Not much satisfaction could be found when dealing with her. She had little to give. They had little to take.

But that was not how hell worked, consuming all who came it's way.

The devil nods with great splendor.

"May you enjoy your stay."

She doesn't quite leave. After all, what she asked for was their companionship. Even if the devil had no idea of what that was supposed to entail.

In this, her being also splits into the fractions that were divided between every and all hells that were created. She doesn't say a word.

They think. They think that perhaps, she would begin to ask questions like all the annoying ones before and those who would come. She doesn't, and the devil doesn't reach out.

It's not the worst thing to punish others the way that is expected. Perhaps the devil could become something out of a romantic fantasy- a dark conniving bastard to seduce and take before leaving. They don't think it would work very well. They figure, that is far from what she imagines.

On the seventh hell, she speaks. Not quite the human word, but she speaks in a way the devil could understand. A sign that something has given and they’re not sure it’s from her.

"Do you enjoy this?"

The devil laughs, "I gain satisfaction out of it."

She remains silent once more. It’s almost like a claim to her knowledge that it was not so straightforward as their own.

Really, what was the devil to do with that? They've had time to consider options, but the companionship in her head was different from what most would say. If the devil was to slip away into routine and exploratory deals, they would hardly know of the one deal left unsealed.

Some fools would crave something carnal- others would desire meaning.

She watches, as if she's only there to exist.

No satisfaction, no betrayal, and no expectations.

The devil decided they don't like her very much.

She watches alongside them, from the shadow of a human's heart. She watches the indulgence and desperation. She follows their steps as if she was told to.

Her face was blank and uncaring. The devil wonders if she was so cruel.

It was not a matter the devil would care for. The devil wonders if it's in their responsibility to talk to her. To conclude this deal that they've found an awful lack of end in.

They don't for several deals and a handful of hells later. They don’t when the devil lets a nun deal away her doubts nor when a doctor gives up on loss. She does talk, however, when they are watch a child deals away with family.

“You are awfully human. Perhaps that is why you are to be a devil.”

“To be? But what else, am I?”

“All this satisfaction, all of these fragments of- of wishes-“ she shows the most emotions ever required, ever noticed, to the devil, “you deal the cruelest hands- and it is truly only because you understand- that you can.”

The devil is quiet.

“You’re not really a good companion, devil.”

“You never asked me to be.”

They’re not sure, whether she is satisfied with that or not. The uncertainty, surely brought more of an improbability to the deal. The devil should dislike it more, but they are far too human to do so. A simple paradox.

The child who makes the deal with the devil is merely 18- purely a child in contrast to all that wandered through their domains.

Not the most vile of villains- and yet nefarious in it’s own means.

It is not the devil’s job to deal judgement on who may cross their path, merely the judgement on those who is sent their way. The woman has dissatisfaction with that.

“What is to be your hell?” The devil echoes into the shape of words. Scaly feathers breathing in time to the slow breaths. “That is, if you choose not my own.”

The child chooses the ability to cut away at bonds. The raging satisfaction burns away to the grief of loneliness. Family was gone, and so was the child’s ability to write their own.

“You don’t look very satisfied, do you.”

The devil’s eyes slider slowly to the fragments that had gathered by their face.

“No, perhaps I don’t.”

“I see.”

And the devil doesn’t.

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It takes some time, before the devil figures it out. The woman has bought time. Time in an ever-ending deal. Time to feel satisfaction, to continue to live and experience that she had not been blessed with when she was alive.

Clever.

Annoying, all the same, but the smugness that fed into satisfaction is enough.

It takes the 13th hell, for the devil to manifest themself into a form for her to speak to. It is also the 13th hell, where the devil offers a second deal. No words, but it still stands.

The devil greets her with a gaping maw and bloodied eyes.

She leans carefully against the teeth as the hell asks of her carefully.

Carefully and daringly.

Teasing the teeth, she smiles and closes her eyes. “The devil is the best, aren’t they?”

And the wealth of satisfaction sinks into the devil’s buried skin. Strings of memories of a life finally lived- of observation that allowed her to see far more than meant.

The satisfaction ends, when the devil tears her into pieces. When the devil who looked so foolish and aloof stares at her with a face that mirrored her own. When she realizes that hell is as repetitive to it’s victims as it is to the devil.

She was merely a rarity.

“Let me accompany you, devil.”

In hell, people can choose what happens to them. They can choose literally ANYTHING. Naturally, many people try to exploit this by going for luxuries and pampering, but the devil ALWAYS has ways to torture those fools…

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