The sound of door opening and closing alerted me, yet I couldn't stopped the flinch when her high pitch voice shouted, "We are home, Ash!"

I was back in my basement, my minimum clothes in a backpack which due to some witch's charm could fit a lot. I was not allowed to spend much time with Ash, period. I remember when we were kids and it was beaten in me, so whenever Ash came up to me, I used to push him away, both mentally and physically.

After all if the parents are this bad, how bad would their spoiled kid would be?

I was wrong of course, Ash was more of a disappointment to his parents than me, which really says something about him. 

But there was this small fact, that they loved him, so really no matter how good I become, whatever sorts of evil deeds I do to please them, I can never hold a place next to Ash.

Not that I want to.

"Where is that bitch, Ash?" I heard the deep grave tone of Master, mocking as he inquired about me. I have heard best friends call each other 'bitch' as a term of endearment, but whenever it addressed me it seems like a word made for filth at the sole of shoes.

It was also my cue to march upstairs to take my plate of food and eat. I made my way in the kitchen, eyes downcast but still the tension coiled in my shoulder blades. Madam was putting out paper plates for Chinese take out. Mine of course was the container itself, as they don't want to spend anything on me. I quickly took the plastic spork or foon that comes with the take outs, Madam always used to throw them away insisting I ate with my hands.

I didn't minded that much but it was difficult to get the rice from under my finger nails. So I twirled the spork around and sat on the floor with my back against the cutlery cupboard.

Chinese take out was Chinese takeout, nothing too good also not too shabby. It was cheap and spicy which is all I could have asked for, I finished it in record time and glanced up to see Ash and his parents only halfway through. I pushed myself up and went around the dining table to discard the containers in trash.

While I knew it was my last night here I couldn't help but hurry back to my basement. There was no talk about what's going to happen tomorrow and I suppose they didn't wanted to upset Ash more than he currently is.

I entered the basement, all my clothes which used to litter the floor are gone, it almost looks empty save for the messy bed. I climbed up and stared at the ceiling. Even in little to no lights, I can see it all clearly in different shades of blue.

I remember when I was first thrown in here, I was not exactly afraid of darkness, its just I keep bumping into things and suddenly I could see in dark. It was anticlimactic but magical none the less. I was utterly fascinated by it, but I knew better than to open my mouth and spill it in front of Master and Madam. 

They found out because I have told Ash and he naively told all about it to his parents.

That changed things. I was no more the orphaned kid they found on their doorsteps, to be made into a bodyguard for their son or a fighter so that I could win money.

I became an object with a price, to be traded at will.

And for the life of me, I don't understand which one is worse. If I get new owners, if anyone in Hades want me that is, maybe I could be free. The slave trade is banned in Underworld and Hell, even some pantheons are considering doing the same. Laws have already been placed to ensure that slaves are not mistreated. So maybe I could give my owners a slip and be finally free.

Yet, there is the fact that I am leaving Ash.

Don't be sentimental nut bag, I chided myself, Ash would be fine. As if his parents would let anything happen to him.

I closed my eyes and for once, I didn't fall asleep. I saw the same pale ice eyes, the really long ink hair and the warm olive skin. I have never seen the lord of the underworld, Hades but for some reason my mind wander back to him. I saw him through a screen, yet something unsettled me about him.

Like I know him.

What was stranger, that same was the case with his husband ruler of Hell, Lucifer. I feel like I know that shade of blonde hair, the sapphire eyes and the gentle curve of his lips.

I ran my hand through my hair, I know many people theorize that Hades's glowing blue eyes helps him see in the dark. But those are just theories, Hades have never confirmed or denied them.

I grew restless, what was the use of thinking all about it right now? You are going to Hades market tomorrow, to be traded to some rich dude.

The sleep did not came easily and when it did, it was a blur of green lights, a feminine figure and cold snow.

And in the morning, for the life of me, I could't remember it.

The sun rose and the bird chirped and every thing was hunky-dory in the world.

Except you know, I was going to Hades today to get sold. Oh what a wonderful life I have.

I stretched my muscles, the plan set. I won't actually become some slave/maid whatever, I will run away as soon as I get out of these people hands.

Now one may ask, if I could, why haven't I ran from this house? Well, Madam and Master knew who they were dealing with, they were adapt in slipping pills that temporary seal my power. That subdue my temperament and makes me drowsy, which helps beating me to pulp.

But the new guy will not know the full extent of my power. I will have one shot.

Also helps that I have been not displaying fireworks, for some years I was smart enough to not display too much of my power.

I was dressed in my best clothes, which admittedly wasn't much, in plain black jeans and a black shirt with hints of green. I made my way back to the backpack at the foot of the bed and without looking back at the room, I made my way upstairs.

If I thought the dinner was tense, blazing fires couldn't have prepared me for the frost at the breakfast. Ash was glaring at the omelette as if it have personally offended him and his parents were looking ashen face for whatever reason.

I took a toast, slathering it with butter (if it was my last time here, then fuck I am gonna enjoy my breakfast), I ate it while standing.

I nodded once at Ash when our eyes met and I felt a pang in my heart, which I swiftly ignored.

Everyone ate the breakfast rather quickly and it was not long before Ash was ordered to go to his room and I was escorted to the living room.

Even with all the backbone I have, I still became quiet when Master leered at me and ordered, "Bring your hands forward."

I did so, even if every fiber of my body wanted nothing more than to blast his head through the wall. He slapped a silver-gold handcuff on my wrist, they glowed for a second before fading to silver. I felt a shiver run through my body, the familiar hum of energy fading until it left silence in its wake.

Oh, I knew it won't be this easy.

With the faint sleepiness I suddenly feel, I think the breakfast was spiked too.

But then again Ash reached for the same butter as I have, maybe it was the damn water.

Upon further concentration, I realized that it was my glass, they must have poured some kind of powder in it, even I didn't noticed their tampering, so points for stealth I guess.

I didn't mused long before I was blindfolded with a silken ribbon, which was annoying, as with my ability to see in dark I don't do the whole "walk in dark" routine often.

And by often, I mean never.

I was grabbed roughly by delicate hands and I felt the familiar sensation of teleportation.

When we reached our supposed destination, I tried in vain to pick up any sounds. It was just eerily quiet, or our presence have done this.

"My lord." I heard the grave voice of Master come from my left.

I have never seen (what a bad joke) him so humbled, this guy must be rich.

"What the fuck is this?" Smooth sarcastic drawl that reminded me of Hector filled up the space. The way it echoed, there was a lot of space.

"Um, we were ordered to deliver this to you, my lord." Madam pushed me forward and I nearly stumbled on my feet, I heard a slight hiss in the air.

"Um, who is this girl?" Another unfamiliar but really deep baritone voice filled wherever we are.

"A delivery, apparently." I quipped out, before anyone had the chance to answer. I was quickly back handed by a sharp bitch slap, I stumbled on my feet but I would be damned if I let anyone bring me to my feet.

At least not willingly.

"Well, my lord as we have delivered the package safe," I snorted when Madam said 'safely', "We would be on out way." The sickly sweet voice of madam was trembling as she spoke out.

"How dare you come in here and think you can get out?" The threat was clear in another voice that rang out, it was not as sharp as the first one, but there was steel under it.

"My lord, we came to make a trade." Madam's voice did not trembled in any way.

To be honest I was getting pretty curious too, what the hell is going on here?

I suddenly felt a kick in my shins, forcing me to my knees, the handcuffs rattling on my wrists. I felt a sharp pain somewhere near the end of my knee. That didn't stop me from laughing out loud, though I sobered up quickly when I felt someone walk towards me.

"What exactly is this trade?" A smooth unfamiliar and other worldly voice came out of nowhere.

This was not good, there were too many people to fight here.

"We would be delighted to say if you take the package away from here." Master voice was hard.

I grinned, "Oh but what exactly is this secret? Something about my birth? Or how I am destined to design a ground breaking dress for Demonic fashion?"

Before another smack can hit me, the air stilled and a gentle feminine hand rested on mine, before quickly lifting me up to my feet. I found myself getting dragged through unfamiliar grounds and soon a door opened.

My handcuffs were opened and I flexed my wrists before beaming at my savior as the steady hum of magic rushed back into my soul.

"You know this was a mistake, right?"