"Oh, My Devils! How are you doing? I miss you so freaking much! Oh my! Look at how pretty you are."

Uria kept babbling for what seemed like hours while Linda just stared in a phenomenon.

Uria was in her true form. A human form.

"U-uria?" Linda questioned. She wasn't just shocked to see Uria but also surprised to see Uria in her true form as a being. She looked beautiful from head to toe.

With long braids and bangles that adorned her legs and arms, she looked like a princess. Somehow, Linda felt overawed by just Uria standing in the room. She didn't feel wanted as everyone she had just met looked prettier than her.

"What's wrong?" Uria asked after she had stopped rambling and finally came to a stop to notice how damped Linda looked.

She kept quiet after the short question until she answered. "I'm scared." She whispered. "H-he's intimidating."

Uria threw in a laugh, her tummy quaking with laughter. "Oh really?" She teased. "And here you were the other day wondering how he looked like."

"H-he's so fine." Linda mistakenly choked out to her surprise. She didn't want to admit the truth, but saying it felt better...or worse, she couldn't decide.

"Look at who's loving the man already!" Uria teased, shaking her body absurdly causing Linda to blush.

Loving the man? I am not loving the man.

"Anyways, what are you doing out here?"

Linda hopped back on her feet and sat down where she was before. She gazed at the expansive view that was nothing you could make out of. She didn't even know what it was called.

"What's this?" She asked pointing upwards.

"Oh. Here in hell, we don't have skies and night like earth. We just have the perfect view of the lun."

Lun?

Uria blows a sigh, "You know, something similar to skies and nights. Everything changes here, Linda. It's different than you think."

"We don't rest like humans here. It's dangerous, cruel, rude and not enjoyable for someone like you. It's a living hell, sweetie and one thing I'm afraid of is you learning how to cope."

Nothing at all made sense to Linda. But what she could make up with was the conditions of the place hell. Of course, she knew hell was a terrible place but she never dreamed of coming here.

"It sounds awful," Linda muttered whirling her fingers apprehensively.

She didn't know of coping. Living with an intimidating man and a place of horror didn't sound like the situation to cope with. She just queried how she's going to live.

The day went by so fast, every second complicated. Linda just sat in the corridor, thinking. Thinking about how her life had turned into a mess and a more confusing mess.

When she noticed the day was getting darker, she decided to go inside and rest. As she walked, she relished every each of the portraitures and paintings. Everything was elegant and astonishingly eye-striking.

She arrived at a room that was financed with a black door. The place was just too big for her to master and get used to. She definitely needed a tour.

"What are you doing here?"

Just by the sound of Synn's voice, her heart started beating faster in her rib cage. She jumped on her feet, her moves backwards.

She didn't speak as she was afraid of what was going to happen. She didn't need anyone to bother her as long as she stayed.

Synn just stared at her, his thoughts scrambling.

"You know, I don't care if you are new here. I hate when I don't get a response when I ask a question."

Now, this was a threat or maybe a warning. Who knows, maybe both.

"I-i am lost." She squealed out. Her voice was soft, small and barely audible.

"Why?" She got another question as a reply. Sometimes, she thought otherwise.

She bit her lips in impediment, her fingers spinning in the other hand. "T-this place is just too big."

The air was tensed and smothering. Linda just wanted to escape and never come back. This was just too much.

Synn seeing the confusion revealed on her face walked towards her and seized her by the wrist, alarming the girl in astonishment. She felt a sharp spark journey down to her legs.

Her eyes opened widely when she saw him open the black door and entered, shutting it.

"Wait." That was all he said before going into the smaller room that was displaced inside.

Barely a minute, he walked out facing her with just a towel wrapped around his torso and his hair trickling wet.

As red as a rose could be, Linda found herself blushed lavishly. His smooth skin glittered when it was wet.

She quickly covered her eyes and turned away from the half-naked figure. When a minute had passed, she took a glimpse back to see if he was dressed but to her surprise, he wasn't. He just stood there in his towel and attractive face.

"C-can you please wear your clothes?"

Just saying those sentences made her body quiver. She had never seen a man or a male in a towel before or even naked. The sight was dissimilar and baring. He was corrupting her.

"No." His deep voice thundered. His eyebrows were bent, his lips severed. He looked handsome that even women could die just at his spectacle.

Linda had hardly recognized the tattoo that ran past his arm down his hands. She looked back to his neck to see another darker tattoo drawn at the side of his neck and some few ones on his chest.

What piqued her was the drawing. A horn and a tail.

Linda questioned, "You took a b-bath?"

Synn crooned walking back into the smaller room before coming back, fully clothed. Seeing this made Linda felt relieved. She couldn't even breathe suitably seeing something like that. Her mind was telling her he just wanted to give her a view of his body.

"Tell me about yourself, Linda." Her name ran sleekly at the end of his tongue causing a commotion in Linda's now- throbbing area. She had noticed it whenever he talked and when he touched her. God, even just looking at her made it all worse.

Her cheeks turned carmine red when he ran his tongue on his lips. She wasn't herself for sure anymore.

"My name is Linda. I'm 17 years old and will be turning 18 in some couple of months soon." Surprisingly, she didn't falter when she spoke. Yet, she couldn't maintain single eye contact with the man.

When she didn't speak for the remaining seconds, Synn asked. "Is that all?" He asked his eyebrow cocking upwards.

She nodded slowly, still, her finger drumming on her lap.

He let out a small chuckle plopping down across from her. "Very plain." He commented.

At the little comment, her chest hoisted with a little pain when he said that. She didn't know why it had hurt when she knew he was saying the truth.

"Your likes and dislikes?" He asked, his gaze fixed on something else.

She thought hard. "I don't like Death markers but I love spaghetti." She chummed.

He turned to face Linda, his facial expression cold as stone. The room was starting to become gloomier and oppressed. The look on his face was unexplainable and somewhat scared her.

"Why death markers?" That question sent a shiver down her- and no it's not spine this time, it's the body.

When she didn't respond, he walked up from the couch and walked to face her.

"Tell me why you hate them." He asked her.

She looked confused. She didn't have a clue what he was talking about but his closeness made her nervous.

"Get out."

"Huh?"

"I said get out! You're deaf all of a sudden?" Synn mockingly asked, his persistence running thin.

Linda gradually stood up from his bed, her eyes growing up with tears in an instant. She felt like he was angry with her for something she didn't know. In just some hours, she had made a bad repute with Synn. She had a feeling they weren't going to get along.

Her chest throbbed with sudden pain as she walked out of the room and there she was, back on the hallways.

Tears slowly streamed down her eyes as she breathed, her head whirling. She had just ruined the moment they were both having together. She tossed with her fingers, as she stood on the hallways, nowhere to go to.

"Ma'am?"

She looked back to the voice that had just called her to see a woman standing right in front of her. She had blisters and blemishes on her face and neck. Her lips looked small. At the corner of her lips, she had a small cut.

"Master had told me to show you to your room." The woman said looking straight forward beyond Linda.

Disoriented, she followed the woman as they both passed the black door that was Synn's room and further into the hall. Linda couldn't just get enough of the wondrous painting and portraits that were pressed to the wall creatively. She wanted to ask who had made them but she knew the best of the best.

They arrived at a red-coloured door that had her name on it. "This is your room, ma'am." The woman said and at once left. Linda regarded that as quite rude as she wanted to talk to the woman and ask questions. This made her think back to the times she had spent on earth with Abriana and Uria. She didn't feel happy staying here in hell if no one associated with her and talked with her. Imagining of it made her eyes swell, filled with tears, as she entered the room.

She took in a deep breath to calm her running nerves. She had to remember that everything was going to be okay. She had learned that when she was still on earth in the villa.

Her mind was going in many distances. On one mind, she had to force herself that she belonged to an Immortal, being the devil. On the second part of her mind, she had to adjust to living in hell. She knew things had just begun and that this was just the beginning.

It pained her to know such a hurtful thing. She was living with the most dangerous being in existence and it scared her. Yet, she didn't know Synn well but she could tell he wasn't a nice man.

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