Broken Mirrors

Shameena.

“Release me.” I order him with a broken voice.

“I'll tell you a disgustingly tender story, I'm sure your dark self will completely loathe me after hearing it." he smiles sideways.

“If you want to torture me just put a mirror in front of me, you don't need to talk." I glare at him, or at least I try to, I'm not sure I'm very efficient with only one eye.

“Several centuries ago, a young demon roamed Hell thinking about his new position as superintendent of the Great Infernal Playhouse. He was now a demon leader, superior to many entities, feared and respected. I felt I had Hell at my feet somehow, of course I knew Everette Haylel, all the demons knew him, but I didn't understand how he could be superior to what I already had or was.”

”That 's stupid." I blurt out helplessly.

Asmodeus smiles mischievously and nods.