4 Meeting "Father"; "...Interesting..." Part 1

Eika's eyes flashed awake from the dreams collapse, tears running down her face as her expression was one of agony. She curled into herself, not liking the pain in her chest in the slightest. The more she held it, the more it hurt, as she recalled her mothers tears and expression.

Her eyes, a beautiful red that swirled with hints of pain and sadness, had told her everything she needed to know. She would never see her again. She would never see her smile, or hear her voice as she lectured her on speaking properly, or get her face squished and stretched by her mother when she made a remark that wasn't particularly 'ladylike'.

No more secret smiles, no more luscious laughs.

Nothing. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was something truly terrible.

There would be no more Yuki.

It physically and emotionally hurt her to dwell and think about it, and she started cursing that her mother had helped her mind grow so much. She hated remembering everything, but even then, she would not throw it away for the world. An undiscernible amount of time passed in her grief, and soon she fell asleep and awoke in a hellish cycle, remembering everything and wishing it had never come to be.

She would not eat, she would not move, and when she wasn't curled in a fetal position silently crying, she was sitting up on her knees, her hair messy and long as it spilled onto the floor, her broken eyes rapt on the little crack of life in her cell. Even when they did the bad- no, terrible things to her, she would not make a single sound. In fact, she was grateful for it, it helped alleviate the pain in her chest a little, freeing her temporarily from its paralyzing touch and its agonizing steel grasp.

At some point, her distraught state drew attention to her, the silence that was always around her stirring up a modicum noise in the upper echelon of demons. It stirred up so much in fact that she was christened two epithets: "The Silent Lady", and "The Dream Demon". At some point even Satan, who was in his own silent, raw grief heard of it, and stirred from his bed for the first time in a long time.

He too had slept and lived in silence, only getting up to do important work when he needed too. He stopped trying to find amusement, knowledge, anything and everything no longer interested nor provoked thought from him. It was an astounding thing, never in his existence since he became known as 'Satan', and even while he was still 'Lucifer', did he ever NOT look for things and intricacies, for new knowledge and discoveries.

The pairs situations, though opposite as one was a measly child in a tiny room with little heritage and importance, and the other the 'God' of the Supernatural and the one who stood above all, they were near identical with both seemingly lost motivation for anything at around the same time, secluding themselves further and further into their minds till no one could seem to reach them.

Until he heard a rumor.

In his sleeping state, he still heard how two of his ministers, Baal and Beelzebub, and his son, Lucifer, were discussing combating the rumors of and concerning the child that laid in the silent room.

From how the rumors and stories had passed from the maids, to the other servants, till it eventually reached the aristocracy of the Demons, Devils, Vampires, and everyone who was anyone from all the races. How there had been questions as to who she was, where she came from, why she had scars, and why her visible eye was similar to that of Lord Satan's. Why she was beautiful.

And it was then Satan awoke with something he'd been deprived of since her death. Interest stirred within with the opening of his golden black eyes.

He rose from his bed, his curly, black and gold hair unruly and messy. His eyes had dark circles beneath, a trait he'd had ever since his fall from divinity. His skin was smooth and unblemished save for his markings under his eyes, similar to the blackest of ink, and the scars that were scattered across his toned and defined body. He sighed, rubbing sleep from his long lashed eyes as he grabbed a silk robe of red from his messy, book filled room to clad over his shirtless figure as he walked to the door.

His long fingered, yet elegant hand wrapped around the simple, yet beautiful golden handle to the dark oak door, opening it and shocking them who were in his office. Four maids who were silently cleaning his office of dust and keeping it orderly as he liked it turned with their jaws dropping at his appearance.

A blush soon followed despite their attempts to remain purely professional, but it was AWFULLY hard when the Lord Satan, who was renowned for his attractiveness and beauty that was unparalleled, was shirtless and still looked tired.

It was a new look that he pulled off far too well in the maids opinions, especially since no one had seen much of him for 3 years now.

They then got a taste of his morning voice, a soft, yet deep rasp that sent shivers down their spines as he murmured in possibly the quietest tone one could use while still being heard, "Get Baal, Beelzebub, and my son. Tell them to stop what they're doing immediately and come to my office, by my order. And if I could trouble you for some breakfast."

Their minds were more or less blank, but through their years of experience and training, their bodies saved them as it acted in its automatic, trained response to their Lord Satan's requests. In perfect coordination that brought their consciousness back to them, they curtsied and replied, "Yes My Lord Satan." Leaving immediately to go to the ordered people, save for one who would clean the rest of the office and the other whom would get his breakfast.

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During Lord Satan's long sleep and refusal to do much unless it was an imperative matter, all of his ministers and his eldest children would divvy out and share the work between themselves, astounded by how much Lord Satan had done on a daily, let alone weekly or monthly basis. Compared to how much work they'd done before, which was a great deal in their opinion, it was simply undemonic how fast it had been done.

Indeed, contrary to what one may expect, their respect and admiration to their Lord Satan only grew as they realized how tirelessly he'd worked tirelessly, with scarcely and break nor rest and even less sleep that three measly years of it could hardly suffice nor catch up to it. As such, when the maids happened upon the order personages to call them, they were working on all the work that continuously streamed from the 9 circles.

The high ranking demons' all immediately pinpointed the maids, all of them looking up temporarily from their mountain of work to glare at the maids. Of the three maids that had seen Lord Satan, only one came to visit the high lords as the others were, 'too busy doing the tasked Lord Satan assigned', or say they said. The reality of the situation was simple; they were terrified that they would perhaps die when delivering the message, as all the work notoriously had made all of the demon ministers angry.

The maid, though scared out of her mind, kept her hearts under control, and kept a strict, calm façade as she delivered the message to the three of the high ranked demons, a Head Minister, the Patriarch Minister, and the First Prince, who all worked diligently on the task presented in front of them.

"What is it? Speak quickly child.", Baal rasped when the silence stretched and the maid hadn't spoken yet, clearly waiting for permission to speak in his presence.

She curtsied, her posture perfect and well trained as her soft voice announced, "Our Lord Satan has awoken milord, and had requested the presence of Head Minister Beelzebub, His Firstborn Highness Prince Lucifer, and your presence, Patriarch Minister, Baal. He has requested immediate action from your exalted sirs' presences, effective at this moment."

And so, the tragedy that would eventually befall Eika began with but a few short words.