Glad To Be Of Service [✔]

👨‍🍳 07: Yolklores and Fairykales

Assiduous? The hell does that mean?

"Do I look like a person who enjoys parties? I'd be glad if you stay out of my business," I can't help but refute.

"I'm afraid I can't do so."

An exasperated groan leaves my mouth when our gazes meet. Mine's full of frustration while he is filled with amusement.

"Just why?" 

"When you live for an eternity, you will always seek any form of entertainment and at the moment..." He pauses and flashes a wide grin. "You are my entertainment."

All sorts of remarks drain down the pipe from his sentence. My lids squint as my respect plummets down — not that it was even there in the first place — along with annoyance bubbling quicker, forming into a single sentence.

"Damn you."

The bastard chuckles at my response. "I'll presume that's a yes?"

"How the fvck did it translate to that?" This is my first time meeting someone who speaks fluent shit, making me forget the reality that this man is a demon and not some random bastard.

"You'll have no choice—"

The elevator doors open. I stride directly to my room with the obvious sound of steps behind me.

All of a sudden, chirping sounds fill the corridor. Both of us halt.

"Pardon, I have a message."

Turns out it was his. Seconds of stillness pass while I pace faster to my place.

"Mr. Schnieder!" he calls and catches up to me. "It's a pity but I must depart. I'll be seeing you this evening. Do make certain to wear a formal attire tonight," he says in one go, not even waiting for me to agree before disappearing.

In my head, I have already erased his words, deciding to have a good sleep.

But of course, it's impossible to do what you want when you're dealing with a devil. I bolt straight up from my feet, looking at Mr. Jinn at the corner of my bed.

"Good evening, Mr. Schneider. Master requested that I accompany you since he may not be able to do so," he explains.

Compared to Mr. Pheles, it's hard to get angry with Mr. Jinn when he speaks so politely.

"Do I really have to go?"

Mr. Jinn lets out a helpless smile and nods. In the end, I get up and prepare myself. I seldom — never, to be frank — have attended parties without my uniform so I can only wear a long sleeve black polo and the same colored slacks hidden deep in the cabinet.

When I'm done, Mr. Jinn transports us in an instant. The next second I open my eyes, I don't even flinch at the sight of the blinding chandeliers decorating the ornate hallways.