‘Hell.’ Mammon confirmed once more.

‘Hell?!’ Mara said aloud, with some difficulty, her mouth refusing to shut.

‘Hell, my dear. The inferno; the abyss; Satan’s domain; You know, down below.’ Mammon said with a hand motion pointing downward.

It was difficult to say for sure as his smiled remained, but this was sarcasm, no?

‘Are you teasing me right now?’ She narrowed his eyes on him.

‘I am not.’ He said as he blew some air into the cup.

‘How can this be Hell?! You said I’m not dead!’

‘And I assure you, you are not. And why can’t this be hell?’ He shrugged.

Mara cocked her head, hr frown deepening. ‘Are you always this difficult to talk to? Can you not just give me straight answers?’

‘I can and I am. You’re the one not not asking the right questions, my dear lady; getting stuck in this loop around hell or not hell, surely can't be very useful.’ — He said with a sardonic smile. — ‘By the way, you’ve really got the hang of the mind talk. One would say that you have practised it all your life.’

‘Where are my clothes?’ She demanded.

‘Thrown away. They were not suitable. The servants are preparing more appropriate clothing during your stay with us. They are colouring them appropriately as we speak.’

‘Colouring them? What does that even mean? And you threw my clothes away?!’

‘I just said that.’ He said, taking a sip.

‘Those women that were here before, are they the servants you are talking about? Why do they look like that? One of them didn’t have a mouth, you know! How is she even… how does she even eat?!’ — Her panic was rising at the recollection and her mind raced. — ‘How can you say this is hell?? Like the Devil’s hell?! Satan?! How is that possible?!! You say there is no Shinigami but who else could’ve brought me here if not a Shinigami?! He had wings! And horns! And his eyes flashed all kinds of colours. If I’m not dead, then why am I here? Can you just answer things properly and not talk like some cryptic old wizard?’

Mammon took a long sip. Though he no longer smiled, he also seemed unaffected by the outburst.

‘Let’s try one question at a time. Perhaps a deep breath first?’ — He said calmly. — ‘You humans rely a lot on it in distressful situations. ’

You humans? An exasperated sigh was all she could manage. She wanted to regain some focus, but this strange man’s immaculate composure unsettled more than she could understand. ‘Where is he?’ She asked.

‘My master? With his Highness, his father and the rest of his family. A small gathering. He will be with you presently.’ He replied, seeming too dismissive.

‘Mammon, was it? Can you just tell me what I’m doing here? Please?’

He observed her for a moment and set his cup on the table. ‘Do not be alarmed. I’ll give you these for now.’ He said as he grabbed a large pad and a pouch and walked towards her bed and deposited them on it. Mara looked at the materials and back at him, unsure of where those had come from or what his purpose was.

‘For you.’ He said, his expression neutral.

Mara didn’t move until Mammon moved back again towards the middle of the room. When she opened the pouch, she found charcoal pencils and brushes of various sizes. It amazed her how calming it felt to touch them, and then finally hold them.

With his back turned to her, his tail wagged twice and said, ‘All your questions will be answered and your purpose made clear to you, of that you can be certain. I only ask that you try your best to follow our lead and do as we say. This must happen at all times. Everything you see and experience here is real. It’s only another form of reality that was not made known to you; or perhaps you chose not to believe it exists, it matters not. I cannot go into details, but you are a last and strong resort to help with a very… sensitive issue. My master is…, well, no, we are in your debt. We are very grateful that you’ve agreed to join us, Mara.’

‘I didn’t agree to anything! What issue are you talking about? What does any of this have to do with me? Look, I’m just an artist back where I’m from… which you seem to know already… b-but what I’m trying to say is that this has to be a huge misunderstanding. I don’t know anything about your master, or hell or whatever. He’s made a mistake.’

He turned to her. ‘Mm. Human minds, indeed so fragile; so fearful. Worry not, there’s no misunderstanding.’ He smiled again, so openly it almost dismissed his own condescension.

She shook her head in despair. He was enjoying her misery; his tail wagging again showed her as much. ‘What exactly are you?’ She asked while observing him toe to head.

‘I am a wolf-demon of the wolf warrior clan.’

‘A wolf-demon… so that tail…?’ She pointed.

‘It is real. And yes, I do have another form. Although it’s not one of a deranged werewolf, you have in your mind. How crude. Humans love to rely on their fictions to imagine anything. When I transform, I am in full control of my own abilities.’

She imagined him in what could be his wolf form, not much different to a furry werewolf she’d seen in movies, except he would have silver fur all over and he would be a refined werewolf, lecturing on one thing or another, keeping his excellent posture and holding his pinky out while holding his teacup. If she weren’t so confused right now, she would laugh at him. ‘You said my master, before. Do you mean the Shinigami? Are you like his butler?’

‘The ignorance is just overwhelming.’ — It was his turn to sigh now, and the tail stopped wagging. — ‘Not a butler. He is my master, my lord, and my charge. I’m to be by his side at all times, guide, teach, and protect him. Give my life to and for him if need be. He is Lucifer, third Prince of the Seven Kingdoms of hell, heir apparent to the throne. And I serve him. Hardly a Shinigami. Those don’t even exist in this realm.’

He appeared neutral, yet she knew she had hit a nerve. ‘So, still kind of like a butler.’ She insisted. She thought she saw a small frown from his indecipherable expression. ‘You would give your life… for him. So easily?’

‘I suppose it is inconceivable for you to even imagine such a thing. You are only human, after all.’ — He said, regaining some of his condescending smile, though strained now. — ‘We are not like you who make empty promises and trample on values like honour, respect and loyalty. We may have kidnapped you and you may think of us as savages, but my lady here, however distorted they may seem, our values still mean something.’ His tail wagged once, as if to emphasise his satisfying response.

She wasn’t sure what perplexed her more: the sheer amount of condescension or his misguided belief in their values. It was as if he was belittling or justifying a kidnapping.

‘What will it take to send me home?’ She tempted and hoped he could be honest with her at least once.

‘For that, you will need to be patient. I have no permission to disclose it.’

She squeezed the cushion in frustration. ‘I have to go back.’

‘You will, of course. In due time.’

‘No. I need to go back now.’

‘Surely, if there is something else you need, we can provide for it.’ He shrugged again.

‘I need my dog.’

‘Your dog…’ he said, his tail wagging once.

‘My dog, Shiro. I left him behind. He’s not used to being left alone for too long, and it’s just the two of us. I need to go back to him, to feed him, to show him I'm alright. I need to see that he’s alright.’

‘This Shiro… he is important to you?’

She couldn’t find malice or taunt in his tone. She nodded and hugged her pillow. Mammon looked as if he wanted to say something, but then decided not to.

‘Make sure you eat something and get some rest. It’s late. I will come again tomorrow.’

He bowed slightly and left the room.