'Don't tell me? Someone is inside? Shit.'
Pablo rarely miscalculated things. Flashy's shout was full of fear and Pablo, slowly and carefully, peeked inside the room.
He only used one eye to look around and as he looked, he frowned.
He opened the door a little more and no matter how much he looked around, there was no one.
He then darted his eyes at Flashy and…
'Of course.' He sighed.
Flashy had his eyes closed and he was covering his head with both his hands.
"Look around, idiot. There is literally no one here." Pablo said and only then did Flash open his eyes.
"Oh. Right. Haha. You pushed me inside so I used this default reaction. I use it when I don't know what will happen."
Pablo ignored him and went inside the room.
"Well, a robbery surely took place here." He said as the room was in shambles.
Shards of mirror, the bed was upside down, clothes and some paintings were scattered all around the room. Even a blind person would tell something had happened here.
"The thieves were not afraid to get caught it seems. They just came and took all the money." Pablo said.
"Yeah. But now we have some nice clothes at least." Flashy said, picking up a white shirt from the floor.
Pablo nodded. "But before wearing new clothes, clean yourself. Become decent enough to wear them."
"Nah. It doesn't matter." Flashy proceeded to wear the clean shirt.
"Of course it matters." Pablo glared at Flashy. "Don't you dare stay unhygienic around me. I will kill you myself."
"Okay? I will take a bath first. Calm down." Flashy put down the white shirt and went out of the room. He had no idea Pablo would react like that.
"You care about hygiene?" Cupid asked, surprised. "You ate a rotten bread the moment you arrived in Seraphim. And back on Earth, your mouth was stuffed with the dirtiest cloth and the soldiers urinated on you as well. Also, you were killed in a garbage dumpster, naked. Are you sure you care about hygiene?"
"Why do you think I killed the five soldiers and others in the garbage dumpster? It's because they did all that. The moment they treated me like that, they were already dead. And the bread I ate, that was a necessity. I have no intention of dying from hunger."
"You would have killed the soldiers anyway. Don't make them the villain here. You were the worst criminal. You deserved all that."
"Heh." Pablo just scoffed and sat down on one knee.
"What 'heh'?" Cupid asked but Pablo gave her no answer.
He then picked up all the clothes lying around the room and began folding each one of them.
He folded them like a professional and put them back on the cupboard.
Cupid watched all that with evident amazement and she was out of words.
In just fifteen minutes, Pablo folded all the clothes and put them back on the cupboard again.
The room now was a lot better than before.
"You sure know this stuff." Cupid said.
"It's not done yet." Pablo said and proceeded to gather all the shards of mirror and dust of the room.
He gathered all of it and then found a bag lying in the corner.
He put all the trash inside that bag and threw it in the dustbin which was kept outside the bedroom.
"Hah." He patted his hands and finally looked around the room.
There was no dust and dirt anywhere, everything was in place instead of the bed and Pablo felt good after doing all that.
"But why did you even do all this? What was the reason? I mean, you could have ordered Flashy to do this." Cupid asked.
"That idiot couldn't have done it. He wasn't even going to take a bath. No way he could clear a room. And also, I have a feeling something will happen tomorrow. A murder and robbery took place here after all."
"So? You are just thinking too much. Flashy said no one cares here." Cupid was chill.
Pablo didn't reply to her and walked towards the exit of the room. "Now it's my turn to get clean."
He left the bedroom and went to the bathroom.
There were two bathrooms in the house and Pablo went to the second one. The first was taken by Flashy.
"He is taking too much time in the bathroom. Is he masturba- forget it." Pablo had no intention of thinking or imagining further as he started his work.
After twenty minutes, Pablo and Flashy both were inside the bedroom again.
Flashy was shocked to see the room as it was clean. For him, it was shining.
He also finally wore the white shirt and Pablo wore some kind of dress that seemed comfortable to wear while sleeping. In short, it was a night dress.
Pablo paid no mind to Flashy's praises for the clean room and asked him to turn the bed back to its correct position. It was lying upside down for a while now.
Flashy obliged and in one motion he corrected the bed.
'He has the strength but lacks the courage and wits to use it. Perfect for me.' Pablo thought, watching Flashy's strength.
"Perfect for you?" Cupid asked.
'I mean, if he was smart then there was no way he would allow me to be his boss. He is stronger than me. His Ego would have come in the way. I mean, real ego. Not the power.'
"True. But I am sure if he got to know what you did on Earth then he would be glad he didn't try to exert authority over you."
'Hmm.' Pablo gave a short reply and went towards the bed.
"You will sleep in the hall. I will sleep here. And go eat something in the kitchen. Leave something for me to eat tomorrow. And clean all the footprints of those four thieves. Get lost." Pablo jumped on the large bed and Flashy was devastated.
"This bed is too large, Boss. Let me sleep here too." He complained.
"I don't like sharing beds. And the way you bend in front of me, I definitely won't share it with you. And I am the Boss. Get lost."
"But…" Flashy tried to complain again but Pablo already closed his eyes.
"This is so wrong." Flashy retorted one last time and finally left the room.
He was angry but he would still oblige Pablo's orders. He would clean all the footprints around the house.
After three hours, Flashy finished all the work that Pablo asked which included eating too.
He then laid on the large sofa and in no time, he drifted to sleep. Today was a hectic day after all.
Back in the bedroom, Pablo slept peacefully and Cupid's feather on the diary finally stopped moving.
Cupid silently floated beside Pablo and watched his sleeping face.
Like that, the night passed and the day arrived.
And in the morning, the feeling that Pablo had after he cleared the room, came true.
THUK!
THUK!
THUK!
"Boss!" Flashy shouted, slamming his fists on the door of the bedroom.
"Wake up, Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss!"
"I am coming dammit. Shut up." Pablo shouted back as Flashy successfully awakened him.
He got out of the bed and opened the door.
"You fuc-huh? Why are you so tense? What happened?" Pablo was about to curse Flashy but when he saw Flashy's state, he became serious.
Flashy was covered in sweat, he was panting, and most of all, there was genuine fear in his eyes.
"Boss, outside, the-there are…" Flashy stuttered. He was out of breath.
Pablo waited patiently to hear and Flashy after calming down a little, said :
"There are five soldiers standing outside our house!"