Satan's Tune.

'If I don't find him within six minutes, I'm going back.'

Even though it felt like it already hit midnight, the sky was surprisingly light, most likely due to the reflective bits of snowflakes, as the temperature outside continued to drop, and the wind began to rise to breakneck speeds.

Follia had been walking around aimlessly for at most thirty minutes. Yet, those words she just uttered held the same weariness as someone who had been in the elements for a lifetime.

During her short time outdoors, The cold began biting at Follia's finger-tips, and regret of not bringing her gloves started showing its formidable teeth.

"This is idiocy."

Follia blew on her ever numbing pink fingers-tips at the thought, she knew to search for him was idiocy from the beginning, but even she liked to pretend to be a good person from time to time.

Yet at that very moment, excuses began working on a list of valid reasons, to abandon all decency and go back to more agreeable surroundings.

'I don't get paid to look for him.'

'It's cold.'

'There's food at the house.'

"It's not like I need five-star meals every day, anyways."

Follia thought back to the instant ramen she had been saving for emergencies, the thought of an island of warm springy noodles over a sea of salty golden broth, (which would surely scald her mouth as she devoured it without a second thought) made her mouth water.

That was the deciding factor in which Follia quickly forsook morality to go back home and eat instant ramen.

'I wonder if I have green-onions at home?'

Admittedly, it's been a while since she cared about what was in her fridge, she grew accustomed to food appearing from thin air and into her field of vision, her stomach and wallet had no predicaments, so she ate to her heart's content.

But now she had some doubts.

'I'll go just to the corner store on the way back.'

Never mind, problem solved.

Follia began the long trek back, she was now facing the blistering wind, and acidulous snow, making Follia wonder if she was going to die from hypothermia tonight. As she wondered if she should take a seat until it was warm enough to move her appendages again, a tune began playing in the back of her head.

Or, was it coming from behind her?

Or to the left of her?

The more she tried to locate the sound, the more it evaded her.

Follia had never heard this progression before, but she was painfully familiar with its nature. Its voice was pure vulnerability, and it painted a picture of repression, yearning, and solitude around her.

Yet, remorse was not evident.

The tune floated around her seemingly omnipresent, Follia wasn't sure if she was listening to a siren or an angel.

True to its siren nature, the voice worked on enticing Follia to follow it into whatever deadly place it sojourned.

'Eh. I have enough demons to deal with as it is, maybe next time.'

Follia shook her head regretfully, knowing good and well that her response went against a prominent attribute of hers, her affinity for death.

'I should get something to eat for tomorrow as well!'

Quickly changing the subject, she set out on a mission to obtain food.

***

Follia exited the Convenient store, beaming at the bounty in the classic, 'have a nice day!' convenient store Smiley bags.

Who would've thought that making deals with the devil was so economical?

Follia didn't realize how much money siphoning food from him had saved her on her monthly budget.

She was content, with this fact in mind.

Follia tried humming the tune she heard, she had been trying for a while now, she was sure she remembered what it sounded like, but it never came out the same way, leaving a distasteful silence on the tip of her tongue.

She continued humming anyway.

Nothing could dampen her mood, not after having such a victory. As she came back to the part of her street where the city refused to spend it's budget on streetlamps, Follia noticed a dark figure looming in the shadows, mumbling to itself.

Hidden from sight, in the darkness of the street, the shadow 'preformed.'

Follia tilted her head as she observed the absurd scene.

Quickly, she realized that it was not mumbling to itself, but singing in an awkwardly hushed way. As a high-note approached, it timidly raised its right hand, and as its voice timidly soared, the shadow made a sweeping motion, which looked restrained, and fearful of being seen. 'Ah, this is the same tune from earlier.'

Follia's body swayed to the rhythm on its own, and she closed her eyes to get a better sense of each note.

Normally, one would wish for such a moment to last forever, yes. That would be normal, but curiosity was getting the better of her.

While she felt she could enjoy listening to this song for hours, she also wondered who was blocking her way home, with such a hilarious and pitiful performance.

Taking a step forward, Follia crunched into the freshly fallen snow, alerting her little artist.

"Eeep!"

Follia's eye's widened, and she stepped back in shock at the sudden defensive(?) screech.

"...Holy Hell! This where you have been the whole time?!"

Before he even had time to defend himself, a disastrous grin glossed over Follia's face, like clouds covering the sky, foreshadowing a storm.

Of all things she thought she'd find tonight, this exceptional tidbit of information was not one of them.

'Who would've thought the devil dreamed of opera?'

Unable to move, the pretty-boy who was so haughty, was now looking as if he saw death itself.

"Ha-"

"Don't laugh."

God. This was just too good.

Follia burst out laughing as if one cue to the desperate pleas of Satan.

It's not like she wanted to, it was simply a natural reaction, to anyone telling her not to.