155 laughed at Haborym's words,
"Are you mocking my Lords?"
"Well, a little. Since you're always talking about them and that,
Don't you have any desire at all? Isn't there anything you would want?"
Haborym look very confused,
"Why should I think of myself?
Since Lord Lucifer saved me, I know nothing less-
But serve, follow, and give back all my debts."
"But when would it be paid?"
"Perhaps never, and I don't expect any change,"
"You're such a loser then, even I have desires,"
"And you're a fool. If you think you could escape."
"I am bold. I am a person. I have my own motivations,
If you think those years of being toyed around would make me accept this prison,
You are wrong. And I know you feel like that deep inside.
Serving the Lords without putting your own desires,
Don't you get tired?"
"The difference is that I am far wiser than you will ever be,
I am not delusional, thinking I could be set free.
I waste no strength thinking in those idiotic fantasies,
You will never escape Lucifer's pact, that is the reality."
"I was tricked into joining that sick bastard!
He knew that my weakness was my heart!
The only reason I'm alive is because he likes playing with me,
What a disgusting reason to keep me living eternally.
I'd rather die a mortal than live like a dog,
How about you? Don't you think it so?
You have always been there for him, but what good did he do?
He treats you as nothing more than a tool."
"Be careful with your use of words,
I may be understanding, but I won't let this slip,
If you're being prideful that I'm letting you speak,
Don't cross the line, I won't have any problem disposing the weak."
Haborym's eyes turned sinister,
As 155 shut her mouth but leaned closer.
And when Haborym thought she won't speak another,
She failed him, as her voice turned to a daring whisper.
"I pity you, a demon with no desire,
Go ahead now, stab me till I die.
But..you can't. Because your Lord Lucifer doesn't permit you to,
I may be a slave, but remember, you are too."
The insult did not affect Haborym much,
155 was always such a tease, she doesn't know when to stop,
Instead of playing with her cards,
He stood up, moving away from where she stands.
He looked at the window, as he contemplates on what she feels,
She's still believing she had chance,
And was willing to get killed.
Does she really think her soul could still escape the grasp of the devils?
She committed a crime, unforgivable, but lucky enough to have Lucifer smitten.
"You're just bored, aren't you, One Fifty-five?
Or perhaps...you had lost your mind.
I killed many, far too many to count.
And you're talking to me, all mighty and proud.
If you did escape from us, then what?
You're still a sinner, who turned away from God.
Who would accept, such a broken child?
What do you think you have, who do you think you are?"
"I am a person, with great desires.
I want to do what I want, not really that kind.
I have dreams, perhaps more like what most demons have,
But look at me, just a slave in your side.
I hate being told around what to do,
I hate everything Lucifer tricked me to.
Among all demons, you are the one I feel I could trust,
You have no reason to bail me, since you know more than most have.
Lucifer would just laugh at me if you told him my plans,
He thinks he's a god, who cannot be escaped,
And I know even you, think little of me,
What I'm saying is that..I'm tired of dreaming to be Queen.
I want to make my own side.
I don't care what it's called, or how long it takes to do.
I don't want to be a slave by any of you,
I...don't want to be a tool."
"And yet you are. But I get it, all you're saying,
Humans would always tend to be better at something.
There's selfishness and ambition in your heart.
Maybe that's why Lucifer had been interested in you from the start.
But frankly, I pity you very much.
You had so much potential, thrown away by one act.
However, if you still wish to escape,
I'd let you try, but don't stop me when I laugh at your miserable takes."
Haborym looked at her, this time she doesn't seem so aggressive,
"By the way, you were right. I just wanted to know how you'd talk if we're arguing.
I just really don't like you being quiet all the time,
Dispose of all the information we talked about, it's fine."
"The hell is wrong with you, human? You're just toying with me that moment?"
"Yeah, I just know you'd talk more if I disrespect your Lords, and I know you still won't act violent.
You're a chill guy, and I was bored,
I haven't talked to anyone a long time ago."
"You're unbelievable. You could have picked another topic.
Seriously, you made my blood boil."
"Any topic? So I get to choose?"
"Are you an idiot? It's pretty obvious."
"Where did you get those scars on your mouth?
I saw you once take them off."
"That's prohibited to cross,"
"Were you fighting a big strong monster? Or an angel boss?"
"I said, it's prohibited to cross."
155 stops and quiets down.
As Haborym savors the small moments the woman didn't made a sound.
But just as when he was about to calm down,
"You can tell me everything, you know? We're friends now."
He froze. Not knowing what to say or react.
How dare she say something, so casually and proud?
"I know you haven't talked to someone in a personal level yet,
And honestly, I can't really wait.
I'm turning crazy, just scrubbing bathrooms, pots and dishes,
It'd be really helpful, if this is the only change I'd get.
I need a companion, someone who'd at least look at me like a person,
I choose you to be that friend. You're much descent than most people I know.
Take that as a compliment,"
155 said as Haborym things of leaving the room.
He hates personal questions, and hates attachment,
After all, that's why most were weak, such bonds are useless.
As he was about to go, he heard her heavily sigh.
He felt a bit of guilt, though he doesn't know why.
He doesn't owe her anything at all,
She was just his Master's concubine,
And he's just a duke answering his calls.
And he wonders, if what she said earlier were half-meant,
If they really are the same, though somehow different.
"Who do you think I am?"
Haborym asks.
"A tired soul, haunted from his past."
155 said, as Haborym looked back,
"And...how were you sure of that?"
"Because even I, am like that.
And I could see past your fake composure,
The sadness and emptiness is apparent in your eyes.
The Seer, the Woman of Destiny, the angels, you're tired of being caught up with them, right?
You may not talk your frustrations, but believe me, it doesn't hurt to let it out sometimes.
I'll be with Satan perhaps tomorrow or so,
Befriending that woman, as he sets his plan forth,
And you, you'll also be following orders.
That's what we do best, we can't ask for more.
Maybe...maybe if I really can't get out of this place,
I'd just hope for something realistic, but a very significant change.
I want to talk to someone. And don't let me wait another hundred years.
Can you talk to me? Would you honor my wish?"
"It's like willingly crossing a sea of flames,
I am still a demon, not a friend, not a saint."
"And do you think I'm any better myself?
I just told you, I just want to talk to someone,
Even if it's a demon, I won't be indifferent."
"You'll regret this for the rest of your life,
You are praised by Lucifer, because you are not attached.
But if you ever, cared more than yourself,
You'll find your own, even more helpless.
To have a friend, is to cherish that person,
Something, I don't think would fit us both.
I don't care about you, and don't see you more than Lucifer's play thing,
And you don't see me more, than Lucifer's fledgeling."
"I see you're playing hard to get,
Fine, if you don't want me to be your friend.
I'd pester you everyday,
Until I get things my way."
"Ugh, fine. Whatever, but you can only talk to me and I'd listen,
We're not friends, so I won't share anything."
"Tsk, you're just saying that. One day, you'd miss me a lot,"
"Disgusting. Your head's truly up in the clouds."
"Tsk, I'm warning you, you'd miss me when I'm no longer around."