Chapter 6: Bedroom

"This is your bedroom." I stated with my eyes scanning the art on the ceiling. It was a painting of what looked like a fight. It didn't look like two sides against each other, but more like it was just everybody fighting each other.

His room could've easily been the home of Dracula.

"It is." Samael confirmed, lighting one more candle beside his bed. "Don't you have slaves to do that for you?" I asked, my eyes on his hands with fire in them. "Slaves and servants are not welcome here. Nobody enters my bedroom." Samael responded, extinguishing the flame. "Am I not a slave, then?" I challenged. Sam turned around to me and actually smirked at me. "You're a different kind of slave. You are required to be here. But if you wish to light my room, be my guest."

"No, thank you." I scowled in return.

I was not a slave.

Samael clicked his tongue as if he was annoyed and pointed to a door opposite of his bed. "Your bedroom is there. When you hear a knock or when you are called, come to me at o