Coq au Vin

After the weeknight dinner, served by Satan, Follia Loralei soon figured out that her deal with the devil was not well thought out as she liked to credit herself.

It has been a mere month since then, but she had already died ninety-eight times, eighty-two of those deaths happening in her very own home.

At this point, anyone in their right mind would have,

A) already gone insane. Or

B) Tried everything in their power to get out of such a situation.

Yet, for some strange reason, Follia never expressed the will to stop.

It was night when Follia opened her eyes and tried to figure out where she was. Her eyes scanned the room. She was hanging upside down, her legs ached, and her face felt molten from all the blood rushing to her head.

The feeling of her brain crawling out of her ear didn't upset her. Instead, the smell seeping from under the basement door upset her immensely.

"He started dinner without me..."

'That bastard started the food without me!'

A sudden rage took over her as she thrashed, attempting to free herself from her chains.

Her gluttony was going to keep her at that pretty boy's feet for a while.

'Clank!'

Follia scrambled to her feet, her world spun, but she ignored it, as she bolted to the door.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't make food without me!"

Follia burst through the door and stormed towards the kitchen.

A knave smile met her half-way there.

Oddly enough, the sizzling and scraping of food preparation Follia heard seized when she entered, leaving an eery silence.

" 'Lia! I was wondering what's taking you so long. I made your favorite.~"

Follia peered behind him to see the kitchen was in perfect unused shape, just the way she left it.

"Coq au Vin?"

She blinked in disbelief.

When was the last time she had a meal of that quality? Clearly, not in the past five decades.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Follia didn't realize when she got to the table, nor did she care about how she got there.

She also didn't realize the temperature in the room dropping several degrees. She picked up her fork and knife and proceeded to gorge at the tantalizing meal.

With each bite, Follia's vision swirled, and her throat began to grow tight. The option to stop never crossed her mind as she traded her life for each bite.

'Maybe I should do evaluate my eating habits?'

Food was her only weakness, after all.

Follia finished her last forkful, then, took her last breath.

As she slouched over her dining room table, the devil in the corner looked on with disgust.

At first, he assumed an idiotic, but talented mortal had summoned him, to beg for an all-mighty master, and become a sacrifice, but that hadn't been the case. Instead, he was left her.

Someone who claimed to summon him by accident, who insulted him by comparing him to a lowly Incubus, and who dared to praise the Lord right before him!

Did she think she got the better part of this deal? He had her soul in the palm of his hand, and it was for the taking! All he had to do was grasp it! Yet, oddly, that was the hard part.

'What has she done to get her soul so damned stuck in that body?'

He thought back to the night they met.

'She assumed I couldn't kill her from the beginning...'

Her haughtiness enraged him, but her ability amused him.

That detail was one reason he decided to stay, even after the humiliation. He couldn't let it go, not after she injured his pride to this extent.

She will experience hell on earth until he can figure out how to send her to hell himself.

He cunningly grinned at the girl, dead-asleep next to him.

In her unconscious state, a slight shiver ran down her spine,

a repulse, brumal, and ominous shiver.

Of course, this was an obvious foreshadowing of what was to come, but how could one sleeping so peacefully notice that?