Honestly I could tell you everything about the next 2 days. Every single annoying detail about how he followed me everywhere. Is there a Devil police to call? It feels like harassment at this point. He wanted to know everything about me and it was getting old. I just wanted time to myself and because he is the damn Devil, he can just appear in my room without my parents knowing. What makes it worse is that my mom adores him.
After the first visit, my mom and him have been hanging out when I get home. He just knocked on the door, sent my mom into hostess for the mostest mode and then he started engaging with her. I honestly don't know what weird magic he pulled, but now he comes over and they cook together, clean together. They now have inside jokes and its creepy.
My dad didn't seem to like it too much either which is nice but at one point my mom pulled my dad to the side and he started getting a little bit more friendly with him. Now we are on day 2 of this witchcraft Satanism bs and Lee is full blown having dinner with us and laughing with my parents at the table.
I stayed quiet most of the time and when it was necessary I went to my room with homework as an excuse. It is a good go to reason that gets them to let me disappear. Its a lie of course. I finished my homework already but I just wanted to be alone for a bit. My social battery was totally drained.
In just 30 minutes Lee in his Devil form just magically appeared sitting in my desk chair.
"Go away." I said glaring at him.
"Oh that's not nice. I'm your bestfriend." he said smiling and showing off his fangs.
"You are not my friend. You just have this weird Satan magic shit that makes everyone think that you are." I said staring at the ceiling.
"It's called socializing and being charismatic. You should try it sometime." he told me.
"No thanks. All I want to know is what you told my parents to get them to like you."
"I told them I was a refugee and that my parents are dead. I am staying in foster care but they are rarely home. I started asking your mom for recipes to cook and she said to just sit with you guys for dinner every night."
I groaned and rolled my eyes into my skull while massaging my temples. "Of course that will work. My mom was a nurse in WW2 and my dad was one of her patients. Way to tug at their good old American patriot heartstrings."
"You should be happy to have such great parents. They care about you and others. Not everyone does."
"I'm aware of that but to be quite frank, I don't particularly like people too much. No hate on people. I just like silence and people always want to talk."
"How very Buddhist of you." he said.
"Pardon?" I asked.
"It is a religion. If you go to a Library you will find there are many." he said while rolling his eyes.
I threw my pillow at him and he caught it. "Your temper is not Buddhist." he said while chuckling.
"I find it ironic to hear the Devil talk about other religions considering the Devil falls under the stigma of Christianity." I said.
He made an annoyed ticking noise. "That is often a common misconception. Something equivalent of a Devil exists in many religions. They have different names but all religions have one." he said.
"Well then why do you call yourself a Devil over those other names?" I asked turning on my side and looking in his general direction.
"I take more Christian souls than any other religion. It is more a habit to call myself a Devil out of repetition through tempting weak Christians than it being what I actually am."
I sat up cross legged in my bed. "Wait, so does that mean Non-Christians can go to heaven?"
"As long as you are a kind human being then yes. Even you with your strange anti social quirks and bad temper you could end up in a good part of the Afterlife. Every religion has the equivalent of a heaven as well. The Afterlife is more complex than you think. If you pick up a book and read about it, you might find you like the content. I have no desire to talk about this anymore though."
"Oh am I annoying you? Pot meet the Kettle." I asked rolling my eyes.
"No you are just bringing up unpleasant memories for me is all. I don't like to talk about it too much and I have my reasons."
"You know you can talk about your memories with me. I'll listen." I said.
"Okay I'm going to leave now." he said and then just disappeared.
Well at least now I know how to make him go away. Shame its one of the few things about him that captures my attention.