They were having breakfast as usual, when came a large black butterfly,
Haborym then knew, he was being summoned as usual.
It's Satan's message, calling for 155.
Haborym quickly stands up, and complies.
They walked and walked, to a dark passageway,
Then stopped at a blank wall, as Haborym chants a complicated spell.
It opened, and there goes another set of stairs,
After so, to Satan's chamber, they were there.
Satan's room still fascinates the woman,
It was spacious, lively, and filled with books, and ancient looking materials,
She stops herself from touching them, knowing that Satan could easily get mad,
So she just looks from here and there, this is the room she would have want.
Haborym pulls her roughly, afraid she'd fall to temptation,
As she felt annoyed, but stopped herself from reacting.
Satan appears before them, long hair tied on tha back of his head,
His grey robe caught 155's attention,
She would have loved to wear them too.
She felt so low, appearing before a neatly dressed demon,
As she lowers her head, hands crumpling the ends of her skirt.
She had never felt this ashamed and little,
And Satan was quick to notice her and smirks.
"Before we discuss your use to me,
Perhaps I should treat one of Lucifer's favorites nicely.
What do you want me to offer you?
Just make sure it's not to ambitious, something I'd be able to do."
Satan was very nice at pretending,
His voice, sounds friendly and inviting.
Even so, 155 really wanted new pair of clothes,
So she told Satan, who called the maids to have her change her looks.
Haborym sighs, how she loves to dress herself,
Knowing still, it wouldn't change who and what she'd do for years then,
Satan looks at Haborym, whose stare was fixated on the woman,
"Calm down a little. She's so much work, but it'd be fine."
"I don't know why Lord Lucifer still keeps her around,
She's everything I would have disdain."
"Hahah, well, that's what Lucifer wanted the most,
Hard-headed girls, that he could play with and tame.
He said playing with such girls are much fun,
You should try sometime too, if you want."
"Lord Satan, you know I only commit my little time,
To studying, to perfecting, what magic I call mine."
"And it's showing in your eyes,
How tired and dried up you've become.
You're one of our most trusted allies,
Enjoy yourself, once in a while."
"I am fine, Lord Satan,
But when is she going to finish up?"
"Hahah, how impatient you are,
Woman are mostly like that,
It's normal, I assure you it is."
"What if she fails?"
"It's fifty-fifty chance so I won't get mad,"
"Hm, fair enough, Master. But will she still be involved after she finishes her job?"
"Of course she will be. Call it a payback.
If she fails, I won't hurt her. But I'd definitely punish her somehow,
And why did you asked now?"
"She had some wounds, that if left untreated could lead to infection,"
"You're worried about her? I thought she's one of your most hated person,"
"She is dear to Lord Lucifer, to have her lose her beauty would be a waste,
After all, I'm the one told to look for more if a toy of him fades.
It's much work looking around the world,
I thought it'd be easier if I just took care of her wounds."
"Ah, I thought you're growing soft, that's totally not like you,"
"Never in a million years would I do."
"Right. Guess let's check her out,"
Satan calls 155, to stop and turn around.
And when she did, both men were surprised of the big difference.
She looked younger, her smile quite apparent.
She wore a long wine dress,
With her hair fixed in buns,
It hid her flaws greatly,
With her gloves hiding her wounded hands.
Her curves showed effortlessly,
And her eyes showed pure happiness,
She kept flaunting it to the other maids,
As her beauty showed, effortless.
"So this is the reason Lucifer still keeps you all this time,
Heh, that's great. You're comparable to wine.
You looked far greater now that you have before,
So do your job nicely, and I'd answer more favors.
But if you fail, I won't let you go off easy,
I haven't told you before, but you should expect these to go when it's me.
I expect much of you, 155,
Don't fail me, and you're in for a surprise."
...
Sellena woke up, and panicked when she saw her eyes,
They were somehow turning green, it confuses her mind.
However, despite the change, she could still see clearly.
But she noticed her arms were filled with markings,
Which caused her jump off the bed quickly.
She dropped the mirror, but it luckily didn't broke,
When she picked it up, she thought she saw a ghost.
It was a red haired man, with green eyes smiling at her,
She screamed, scared, as the maids quickly came and comfort her.
They offered her a bath, which she accepts,
As a new face appeared, more descent looking than the rest.
As the maid puts her new set of clothes,
She leans in closer.
155 felt distracted by her small delicate fingers,
Her smooth skin, and her soft pink lips.
Haborym sure did underestimated her big time,
She was youthful looking, beautiful as a well-groomed bride.
It was obvious Sellena was treated a royalty,
155 couldn't help but feel envy.
If she was in her shoes, she would have savored every moment and forget about everything else,
Selfish for others. But it was better than what most get.
"You are beautiful as always, Lady Sellena,"
155 says, as the woman only smiles.
"I'm sorry, but what should I call you?
I remember the other's faces, but you seem new."
"Call me 155, or whatever you'd like,
We don't have names, so anything should be fine."
Sellena feels saddened, but she smiles nonetheless,
"Could I call you Ama? Since I was told it's a Saturday,"
155 was at awe, but she accepts either way,
She obviously expected a much feminine sounding name,
But since she based it on the day she was introduced,
She still felt like she was somehow valued.
155 kept telling her all sort of tales,
From Asmo's childish gimmicks, she once heard from older maids,
Up to the funny events, that could happen to such a place.
Sellena felt amused, but decided to listen than share,
She looked so happy, someone else was talking to her,
As the maid was amazed.
She was not the brat she thought she was.
She was actually friendly and somehow nice.
However, 155 hated her more for that.
She was so, because she's everything she's not.
She was unharmed, unscathed, respected and loved,
She grits her teeth, as she tries to hide her intention with a smile.
And as they were talking further, 155 noticed the spec of green in her eyes,
They were...growing, what sort of thing is this?
Is this a trick of mind?
Sellena noticed that she was somehow looking at her,
That she hid her face, deeply flustered.
She doesn't know herself, of why her eyes could have changed.
They weren't losing their purpose, but still, how strange.
"Lady Sellena, are you okay?"
Sellena nodded, as 155 thinks of what next to say.
"Your eyes are changing, and you feel no pain?"
"I don't...but still, I don't know what it is, it just manifested today."
155 thought it could be sorcery,
Or something she could find in books,
If she wants to earn Sellena's trust,
She should at least fix one problem of her first.
And so after her bath, she dressed in cool comfortable clothes,
As 155 felt so jealous, to her level of comfort, she's dozens away to be close.
"May you bring this to someone who could take it to my husband?"
Sellena asked politely, as she gave a note to 155's hand.
The demon accepts it, bows and smiles,
"I will return tomorrow, let us chat again, Lord Asmo's wife."
Sellena smiles sweetly, as she then tells her to wait,
155 waited, as she rummages to one of her robe's pocket.
She pulls a beautiful head piece, heart shaped with gems on them.
"I do not wear this, but please take it."
155 fought herself not to fall into her trap,
Knowing she's too kind, to be a demon's wife.
She bowed in gratitude, but she's very much irritated.
Why does Sellena, have to act so kind and perfect?
She hates this kind of women,
Acting so kind, but she knows she could have pretended,
"Lady Sellena, thank you, I am quite thrilled by your gift."
"It's because you're so kind and sweet.
I hope someday, when my prayers are answered,
I'd be able to hold your hand, as we escape together."
That broke 155, was she for reals?
She still prays every night? Thinking she'd be released?
She smiles and nods her head,
As Sellena squeezes her hand,
"Can we be friends?"