Chapter 2 - Daily Life

Upon entering the our office building, I immediately went into our biometric, panting as I breathe heavily. 9 in the morning is the calltime for all the employees, and once late, a penalty will be given in the form of salary deduction.

 

I almost became a slave to the company I worked for. Wages are already low and will be reduced.

 

When it came to the biometric system I immediately placed the right index finger on the screen. In just a few second, it reads my biometric and show the "check in" in screen.

 

I breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was less than 9 o’clock. I went straight to my office, which is on the first floor of the building.

 

Before arriving at the office, I immediately saw the pile of letters outside. It is a sack that is wrapped like a post office can be compared.

 

Another tiring and exhausting day again.

 

Everyday the letters I receive are always like that. I will fix them based on the floor designation and send to their owner.

 

It's not that I know every employees, but I always sees them, which makes my works become so easy. The reason I'm sick with my works is the feeling that I'm invisible to them.

 

Like I don't exist.

 

Maybe they are busy on their works that is why no one notice me. I'm not hungry for attention since all I want is to someone will sees me as a human.

 

I dropped the bag on the desk before picking up the sack containing the letters. One thing I learned here in my job is that I almost know the secret of other employees.

 

On the postcards, I know what they are doing inside and outside the office. Some are having a letter of disconnection notices; medical notes; credit cards bill; and due payments.

 

Many used this company as their mailing address. I don't know why they did it, but I heard some rumors that many mens are trying to hide something from their wives.

 

Specifically, those peoples that have betrayed their partners. It's a trend here in the building. Their mistress will go here and wait outside 

 

My god, the act is outside the building, nevertheless it's not my trouble. That is why I don't offer consideration or care about those matters.

 

Once the hour hit 5 o'clock, I'll just leave.

 

I opened the sack full of postcards and sorted them one by one. I stacked the postcards based on the floor building.

 

It took me hours just to finish sorting every mail I recieve this day. It's already 1 o'clock and I haven't take my lunch.

 

I had to send the letters to their respective destinations before eating. That way, no one would bother to call me about their mail.

 

After I finished arranging the letters, I started putting them in the cart. The employees received not much letter on the first floor, so I included the one on the second floor.

 

This is my actual work will begin because I desire to turn them away before the end of the day. Not to mention that it’s already afternoon, and the building has nine floors.

 

I also don't demand to interact with them because I'll just hand over the postcard. After that, I will leave and hand over the next postcard.

 

It seems easy, but it's not.

 

Some employees here are crazy when asked. Whenever I ask for the name on the postcard, they point me to someone else, and that’s is the reason why it takes me so long just to deliver these letters.

 

I went to the site where the laborers were bustled with their job. Some of them are restless editing photos, music, and videos.

 

The first floor has a gray carpeted area and each of the laborers has their computer. Their computer desk and workstation are brown, and the interior is fully air-conditioned.

 

And my station is at the end, where the steam of the air conditioners smashed me. The only one I had with me in the room was the huge metal electric fan.

 

Moving on, I have done my work to finish and then can eat lunch. After handing over the postcards on the second floor, I moved back to my office to load the cart.

 

There are many postcards for employees on the third floor and also for those on the fourth floor. I put the postcards in the cart, and left to the elevator to go up to the third floor.

 

Upon ascending to the third floor, I handed over the letters to their respective owner. Just like the first floor, it is again carpeted here and air-conditioned.

 

If below they are busy editing things, here is a photoshoot taking place. Apart from the photoshoot, there is further a video recording.

 

The models are standing in front of a green background. I’m not a tech-savvy person, so I do not know the equipments they use here apart from the camera.

 

While I was busy handing out the postcard, a man with a camera approached me. He is tall and his skin tone is brown—tan.

 

His body physique is so good that I can tell he is going to the gym. He has a pointed nose, round-eyes. Wearing a red polo shirt; black rugged pants along with his black sneakers.

 

The man was unfamiliar to me, so I walked over to deliver the letter, but he paused me.

 

“Excuse me, can you be a model, even just one shot?”

 

My views narrowed in shock because I knew I didn't look like a model. I'd better just drive him away because I still have a lot to do.

 

“I'm sorry, but I'm busy.”

 

I was continuing to walk when I felt someone hold my right arm. I turned around, so I saw the guy smiling. Gradually, the movement of the people around stopped at the same time as the tail and horn of the guy in front of me came out.

 

As his skin changed to black, his nose, and ears also became long. I'm sure he wasn't the demon I talked to because his skin was red then.

 

Even his eyes were black too, so I couldn’t help but be scared. I don't remember doing a ritual here to summon a demon.

 

"You're Paimon's Contractor," he muttered.

 

I pulled my arm, but he held it tightly, and then I also didn’t know the Paimon he was referring to.

 

"What do you need from me?" I squeaked, it swallowed me up in fear, but I felt it would be better not to reveal it to him.

 

"Do you prefer to be my Contractor? I will grant all your requests in life."

 

Okay, I'm a little confused because I spoke to a demon and there was a Deal between us, but nothing happened. Maybe it would be better if I just talk to him because the first thing I spoke to was like a fraud.

 

There will also be a change in my way of life that I have long sought. But one of my wonders was how this demon found out I had spoken to someone.

 

I just shrugged because the demons seem to have their own way of talking to people. Then it doesn't seem like this one is a scam compared to the first, but it's hard to be certain, especially, and I've been fooled once.

 

I was about to speak when suddenly I had a man standing in front of me. He tore the man's arm causing it to be amputated.

 

My eyes widened in shock when I saw the hand still holding my arm. I recoiled in fear so I didn't realize that I had tripped on my own legs causing me to sit on the floor.

 

The demon who offered me a contract withdrew with a smile. He still seemed happy even though his arm had been amputated.

 

"It's been a while, Paimon," he said, his arm returning to normal as if nothing had happened.

 

In that case, his name was Paimon. I looked at my arm so I saw the hand that was clinging had just turned to ashes. I felt someone hold my hair and pull it up so my body was swept away to stand up.

 

"Gusion, what do you want to my Contractor?"

 

"Nothing, I just want to meet her."

 

"Liar!" Paimon shouted, bringing his face close to my right cheek before licking. "Alice, did he offer you a contract?"

 

"Yes, but-"

 

I couldn't continue what I was going to say when Paimon suddenly slapped me. Gusion's offer of me a contract seemed like a big deal to him. I couldn’t help but cry at the weight of Paimon’s hand.

 

"Oh, that's cold," Gusion chimed in.

 

Paimon's eyes glazed over as he looked at me before facing Gusion. "Alice soul and everything are mine, now get the fuck out of here, Gusion."

 

At once Gusion raised his hands before finally walking away from me. "Until next time, Alice."

 

Paimon let go of me and bent his right fist as if to punch before rushing to Gusion, but his body disappeared into the air. He looked at me with glaring eyes as his horns and tail came out.

 

Even if I forced myself to back away in fear, I couldn't do it because my feet seemed to be nailed to the floor. He approached me and held my arm tightly.

 

"Let me go, it's hurting me," I pleaded.

 

"Remember this, Alice, you're mine, do you understand?"

 

All I did was sell my soul to him but that didn't mean he already owned me. He was so angry and I couldn't understand why I can felt it.

 

"When did you own me?" I asked, poked my index finger on his chest.

 

"Ever since you sold your soul to me."

 

Then does he already own me?

 

No way, nothing really happened in our Deal, and the way he acted was super possessive when it came to me. I won't allow it, since nothing happened in our Deal so it's better if I take my soul back from him even if he doesn't want to.

 

"That's right, I hate our Deal so just give me back my soul," I demanded.

 

"I told you that it's not possible."

 

"Nothing happened so maybe you can give it back."

 

He tightened his grip on my arm so I couldn't help but wince and move my body like a worm.

 

"Is that what you and Gusion talked about? Asking back your soul so you could sell it to him?"

 

Why does he think like that?

 

No such conversation took place between Gusion and me. "No, it's my own will."

 

I may be right about being a big deal when Gusion offered me a contract, but I didn't know that. He let go of my arm before taking a deep breath and gradually narrowing his horns and tail until they disappeared.

 

"Look, okay, I don't want you to entertained or talked to another Demon besides me."

 

My eyebrows met in astonishment at Paimon's strange behavior. When he hit me before as if I was just like a doll and when he said that he owned me it just seemed normal to him and now he will tell me that he doesn’t want me to talk to another Demon.

 

From the beginning I didn't know it was a Demon and just disguised as a person.

 

The only reason he have hurt me because I had talked to Gusion earlier.

 

What a freaking possessive Demon.

 

Nice, very nice.

 

"He introduced himself to me," I said, wiping the tears out of my face, "who is that?"

 

"He is Gusion, one of the Duke in Hell," he said in a serious tone.

 

Duke?

 

Does he mean that there is a monarchy in hell?

 

If Gusion is a Duke, I wonder what is Paimon status in hell. "What about you?"

 

"I'm a King in Hell," drawn his face closer to me, "remember that."

 

My eyes widened in shock when I realized that I had sold my soul to the King of Hell.

 

"Does that mean I'll be damned?"

 

"Yes, and if this happened again," he replied, clenching his fist in front of my face, "I will impale your asshole up to the stomach and to the mouth, and after that, I will make sure that you will be on the barbeque or rather in the barbeque."

 

Shivers bring down to my spine knowing that if I messed up again, am fucked.

 

I shouldn't really have sold my soul to the Demon.