I am in bed, so tired that I should be asleep, but I couldn't, not with the voice calling out to me. I tried everything I could think of, but my curiosity and the urge to help the person who was calling me was far great than my need to sleep. Knowing that I am never going to get any sleep until I know what's up those stairs, I get out of bed and head to that staircase. I was pretty confident that I could climb the stairs, as long as Lucifer didn't try to stop me again.
Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice behind me that almost made me jump out of my skin a second time. "What's going on, Daisy? Out for a stroll?" I turn around to see Lucifer smiling, having caught me trying to go up the stairs again. "I keep running into you here, don't I? It seems you are really curious about what's at the top of this staircase." Lucifer's smile was slowly growing cold, which sent shivers down my spine.
"Unless I'm mistaken, I believe I told you it's not a place humans have any business going." Lucifer became upset, seeing as this is the second time I tried to climb the stairs, and both time he caught me. 'If only I could find out who was calling from beyond these stairs, then maybe I could finally sleep and not upset Lucifer any more than I already have.'
"If you can't sleep, perhaps I should make you some tea? Something that will help you have a good night's sleep. You should probably know it's a bit too effective on humans, to the point that you may find that you never wake up again. You get what I'm saying here, right? Go back to your room. Good night, Daisy." Lucifer gave me an ominous and chilling smile, as I turn away from the staircase, back to my room, and into bed. 'If I want to reach the top of that staircase, I need to do something about Lucifer first.' With thoughts to distract Lucifer in my head, I slowly drift to sleep.
The next morning, I was eating my breakfast when Mammon let out a huge sigh of frustration. "Why do I gotta be stuck here with you first thing in the morning having to look at your face while I'm tryin' to eat my breakfast." Mammon gave me an annoyed look while he poked and prodded his breakfast. I just try to ignore him as I finish eating my breakfast.
"To us demons, eating a human like you is a special sorta treat, understand? Yet I'm not allowed to do that. I've gotta sit here and eat my breakfast instead. I mean, it's like havin' a premium-grade roast Iriomote musk hog right in front of me. Medium rare, cooked to perfection. But I can't have it. Instead I'm sitting here eatin' dried blackbelly newt legs. I mean, I'm not sayin' blackbelly newt legs are bad. I actually like 'em, but still." Mammon continue to play with his breakfast, slowly getting more irritated.
"And what's even worse is that thick, juicy hunk of meat has started giving me orders now, like it's the boss of me or somethin'. It's REALLY not fun. I mean, what sick kind of torture is this, anyway?!" Finally, Mammon stabbed his blackbelly newt legs, taking his anger out on it. I ignored him, as I looked around and wondered where his brothers are.
"Hey Mammon, do you know where Asmodeus is?" I asked Mammon, wanting him to stop complaining about how I look like a delicious meal that he can't eat and has to do as I ask. "Asmodeus? How should I know? He was probably up all night, knowin' him. He's a real playboy, that one." Mammon gave me an I-don't-know-and-I-don't-care look as he continue to eat his breakfast.
"Hey, pay attention when I'm talkin' to ya, dunce! Or do those ears of yours not work?! Anyway, I'm sure the others have already scurried off to class and left me to look after ya on my own, the punks. Dammit. They're all rotten, every last one of 'em. This all comes back to Lucifer! Getting stuck having to look after a human, ending up in a pact, everything bad is his fault! The way Levi's haircut is so lame, and Satan's horns are so stupid-lookin', and Lucifer's feet are so putrid, all of it is Lucifer's fault! Not that I've ever actually smelled his feet, but still!" As Mammon let out all his pent-up frustrations, I thought now was the perfect time to get some info on what's at the top of those stairs.
"Hey, Mammon. What's at the top of the stairs?" I asked him nicely, hoping that he'll slip and tell me exactly what I want to hear. Mammon glared at me and slapped the table, angry that I interrupted his rant on how it's all Lucifer's fault. "HEY, I TOLD you to LISTEN to me when I'm TALKIN' to you! I was tryin' to tell you about Lucifer's fe-" Mammon stops mid-sentence, surprised that I asked such a question.
"...Wait, what stairs? Are you talkin' about the stairs that lead up into the attic? Oh man, there you go again, stickin' your nose where it doesn't belong..." Mammon started looking at me as if I was nothing but trouble and he wants nothing to do with it. I felt insulted and was so fed up with lack of sleep, Mammon's complaining, and how he seems unwilling to even tell me what Lucifer is hiding up there.
'Mammon, so help me, you better not push my buttons any further, or I will make you pay dearly. If you can just tell me what's up there, I can finally get some sleep.' I took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I can handle a night or two of little to no sleep, but I can't keep this up for a whole year. I'll be reaching my breaking point soon if I don't find out what's up in the attic.