#satan the avatar of wrath

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Satan: (holding up Mc) does this look like a murderer to you

Lucifer: it's Mc everybody knows they kill somebody the first chance they'll get

Mc: (sticking out their tongue)

Lucifer: acting cute won't help your case

[marsvlog]

nightbringer was over too soon but it gave us feral satan so that makes it 100% worth playing

[bryan-writes]

Undone— Satan x reader

Summary: You’re in attendance at a demon council meeting and completely distracted and enamored by Satan’s demon form. He notices.

Fluff, a little hint of spice?, small makeout sesh, cheesy flirting, short and sweet, soft Satan <3

credit to @strangergraphics for the dividers!! Check them out <3

Satan’s presence commanded the room. His demon form was a perfect balance of elegance and raw power— the sweeping horns, the golden adornments glinting under the chandelier light, and the sharp contrast of his piercing green eyes against his midnight-black attire. You couldn’t keep your composure as you stood by his side at the demon council meeting. The room was vast and intimidating, but all you could focus on was him. He was magnetic, his every movement exuding authority and grace, and it left you utterly breathless.

When Satan turned to address one of the council members, his voice was steady and authoritative, carrying an edge that made your heart skip. He glanced at you occasionally, offering a faint, reassuring smile when he caught your wide-eyed awe. He noticed, of course. How could he not? Your gaze never left him, and every small movement of his sent a ripple of butterflies through your chest. Your thoughts were a mess, hopelessly entangled in just how breathtaking he looked. You tried to focus on the proceedings, but his presence consumed you, leaving you hopelessly distracted.

Caught off guard, you stammered, “I-I wasn’t… I mean, you just… you look amazing.” Your cheeks burned as the words tumbled out, and you bit your lip, wishing you could take them back. The heat spreading across your face was unbearable.

Satan’s smirk faltered for just a moment, before softening into something warmer. “Amazing, hmm?” He repeated, tilting his head slightly as he studied your expression. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “Coming from you, that means more than you know.” His voice dipped lower, and the sincerity in his tone made your chest tighten.

Before you could respond, Satan offered his hand. “Come with me. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

Your hand found his almost instinctively, and you let him guide you out of the council hall and back to the House of Lamentation. The walk was quiet, but tension buzzed between you, unspoken words lingering in the air. You kept stealing glances at him, marveling at how the moonlight seemed to soften his sharp features, highlighting the elegant curve of his horns and the glint of gold on his clothes. By the time you reached his room, your heart was pounding all over again. He opened the door, gesturing for you to enter first, and the familiar warmth of his space immediately wrapped around you. The scent of books and faint traces of his cologne made you feel both comforted and electrified.

The door clicked shut behind him, and when you turned to face him, the intensity in his gaze made you forget how to breathe. Without a word, you stepped closer, your hands sliding up his chest before wrapping around his neck. You whispered his name once, almost reverently, before pulling him down into a kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation. Satan’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him as if he couldn’t bear any space between you. The kiss was hungry and desperate, his usual composed demeanor utterly gone. You clung to him, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging just enough to draw a soft, breathless groan from him. His lips left your briefly, trailing down to your jaw and neck, leaving you trembling with every touch. His hands wandered, tentative but firm, as if he was memorizing every part of you he could reach.

When you both finally pulled back, his face was flushed, his hair was an absolute mess, and faint marks from your kisses were already visible on his skin. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at you, his emerald eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. You could barely catch your own breath, your lips kiss bitten and buzzing from his attention.

“Stay,” he said suddenly, his voice low and hoarse. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks. “Stay with me tonight. Please.”

You didn’t need to think twice. Nodding, you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, gentler this time, as if to soothe the storm you’d both unleashed. Satan exhaled a shaky breath, guiding you to his bed and pulling you down with him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close as if afraid you might vanish. He adjusted the pillows, ensuring you were both comfortable, before letting his hands rest on your waist, his touch grounding and steady.

Nestled against his chest, you felt his steady heartbeat under your ear, a stark contrast to how yours still felt. Satan buried his face in your hair, his voice a quiet murmur. “You… you have no idea what you do to me.”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I think I’ve got an idea.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Still, it’s maddening. You’re maddening,” he murmured, though his tone carried nothing but an intense fondness.

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence for a while longer. You shifted slightly, turning so you could look up at him. His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze softened further when it met yours. Reaching up, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his face, marveling at how dispelled and endearing he looked.

“I like seeing you like this,” you admitted quietly. “All undone. Just for me.”

Satan’s lips quirked into a small, lopsided smile. Only for you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned down to capture your lips in one last, lingering kiss, his touch slow and deliberate, as though he wanted to savor the moment.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes falling shut as his breathing slowed. The weight of the night began to melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your hand. Whatever the world had in store for tomorrow didn’t matter. For now, you were here, in his arms, and everything felt right.

[antiomnia]

Kada-san just RT'd this video with Sumi-san so I had to doodle Levi and Satan doing the same (whatever it is they're doing).

[overheardbyvarioustherapists]

Lucifer: Why aren’t the dishes in alphabetical order?! Satan: What does that even mean?

[tsukii0002]

I've been thinking that in Nightbringer the brothers don't celebrate their birthdays. They have been through a lot and Devildom is very different from the Celestial realm. However, Satan has never had a birthday, he hasn't had the opportunity to have one.

Mc knows it is a sad day, the day Lilith "died", yet it is also a happy day, a day that deserves to be celebrated. And knowing everything they know, coming from the future, they decided that themself would be the one to take the step.

They started decorating the garden, preparing all of Satan's favorite foods and buying all kinds of meaningless gifts. The brothers felt a contradiction, they were not sure about it. Satan himself kept locked in his room because he knew what the day meant to his siblings and he was also unsure how to feel. But that human attendant was as stubborn as a mule, and they would not stop.

To everyone's surprise Lucifer was the first to join in, he said he would find a great gift for Satan. Soon after, Mammon and Beel joined in, both wanting to help prepare a feast that their little brother would not forget. Asmo followed them, offering to prepare a costume worthy of the occasion. Finally Levi and Belphie decided to go and find as many kittens as possible, because they knew that nothing would make their brother happier.

When Satan realized everything (because yes, they couldn't keep the surprise) he couldn't help spilling a couple of tears. Not because of the gifts, not because of the food, not because of the party, but because his brothers were happy, they were happy that he was there with them and they wanted to show it to him.

At the end the seven demons melted in a big hug. And while Mc watched them in satisfaction, somewhere in the human world a girl felt happy, unconsciously happy for that little brother she did not know.

Happy Birthday Satan!! ~

If you have made it this far, thank you very much. I have to say that nightbringer has made me like Satan's character a lot more and I can't help thinking about these things, it warms my little heart. So for his birthday, self-indulgent publication.

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[yan-lorkai]

Just a random thought but yandere Satan, in my mind, is like a sponge. He absorbs everything, he learns and he takes and takes till there's nothing left to take from his darling, because he's trying to fill that empty space in myself, trying to make sense of his existence.

His darling being the only thing that soothes the anger and hatred that make him see red. Without you, there's a void in his chest, a bitter taste on his mouth, a scream on his throat, a urge to hit and punch and scratch something or someone. For someone full of hatred, he sure is dependent on you. But are you not his heart and soul? He can't function without you so you might be, he concluded.

He learned to love, distorted and twisted like this, from his brothers, who used to chain and gag him. Who used to ignore and dismiss him, none of them making a move to try and understand things from his perspective. But you did. Like a little angel, trying to understand him, asking how to make things right, offering the comfort and praise he wanted so easily. You were like a beacon of warm light.

The thing with angels though is that they're helpless with their wings clipped. And you feel yourself wither in a golden cage, trapped forever on his room without a way out. For a demon's love is something too cruel to bear.

[demonvibez]

[Yandere] Satan ♡

Characters: Yan! Satan x GN! Reader Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Tags: dark content, stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, dubcon, drugging, implied violence/murder, reprogramming, spanking, smut, penetration, dom/sub, hand binding, whipping, mind control, no specified pronouns/body parts for reader Word Count: 2k+ A/N: Happy Birthday to the Avatar of Wrath! Love my lil angy demon so so much, just had to give him a yan hc ♡ Pls enjoy!

♡ Yandere Satan, who studies you like one of his favorite murder mysteries. He yearns to know everything about you - every like or dislike, thoughts, dreams, nightmares... He needs to know everything about you.

-> He slips into your room and looks through your things when you're not home, making sure to look through your private notes. He's gone through your phone once or twice - and once he gets closer to you, he bullies Leviathan into showing him how to put spyware and keyloggers on your DDD.

-> He even goes so far as to breaking into Lucifer's private study to find your file and gain every little bit of insight he can about you. Any info from your life in the human realm, and he'll take it to use to his advantage - all so he can map out the perfect plan to guide you right into his arms.

-> He keeps all of this information about you in a secret journal, cursed for his eyes only. Every single one of your preferences - whether it is your favorite foods, or music, your personal opinions, your past memories, your turn-ons, your preferred sleeping positions, what makes you smile, what makes you wrathful…anything he can find. He has it all perfectly organized in his Little Black Book of You. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who meticulously plans the perfect dates for the two of you - every detail thought of in advance.

-> He pours hours and hours into researching the perfect evening together, daydreaming your reactions in his mind as he plans it all out. Sometimes his daydreams get carried away, thoughts of having his way with you dancing in his head - causing him to need to relieve himself with the pair of panties he stole from your room.

-> Sometimes the dates seem too perfect, with bizarre details you don't remember telling him about yourself. Best not to question it - he went through all the trouble to make the day perfect for you.

-> He has all of your anniversaries committed to memory - he'd certainly never forget such an important day. He has a section in his secret journal with all of your special days charted out - every little first in your relationship, and he plans dates to commemorate them all. He's sickly romantic, to the point that he may build his expectation of these events a little too high. And on the days that you don't remember these little anniversaries, his rages builds up, threatening to spill over through gritted teeth and a sinister smile - Do you not love him?!?

♡ Yandere Satan, who uses his connections to keep tabs on you - even when you think he's not there, he's got an eye on you. He's just keeping you safe.

-> Of course he is able to get his brothers to easily comply with him in regards to keeping an eye on you - since they all adore you, it isn't hard for Satan to convince them that it's in your best interest. He's the demon closest to you, and he needs this information in order to adequately keep you safe - one of the rare times in all of Devildom history that he willingly follows an order from Lucifer…or at least, that's what he told them.

-> He also has his network of spies looking after you - regardless of if you are with his brothers or not. He can't always trust them to be completely honest with all of the details of their whereabouts with you - they adore you far too much, after all. A little Grimm and a few thinly veiled threats, and Satan's spies are always trailing you in the shadows, eagerly ready to report back. Whether it is Mammon and Asmodeus getting too handsy, or the Majolish shopkeeper's eyes lingering on you for too long, Satan punishes each of them accordingly.

-> And if any of his little spies get too close to you, or so much as look at you in a way he deems unfit, his wrath will eviscerate them in the utmost agonizing ways - mercy is not his strong suit. It only takes one or two of his spies to go missing, before other demons start to get the hint and start showing you proper respect. They never address you directly, or even so much as look at you - everyone always report directly to him, and scatter quickly after, fearful that the slightest mistakes may cost them their lives.

-> The same goes for anyone his spies tells him of; anyone getting too touchy or chatty with you would suddenly disappear, and your time would slowly start being dominated by him. This even applies to your classes as well - your potions lab partner? You were told they suddenly transferred. That one group project for Seductive Speechcraft? Oddly enough, your entire group contracted some type of rare Devildom virus and had to be quarantined indefinitely - but luckily for you, your loving boyfriend was right there to help pick up their slack the entire way. He always insists. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who would stop at nothing to keep you by his side forever.

-> He'll forge whatever documents needed to keep you in the realm far past the exchange program ends. He believes Diavolo and Lucifer will be none the wiser, but they do notice and ultimately let it slide - wanting nothing more than to avoid a reimagining of the Celestial Rebellion.

-> While he's manipulating documents, he takes it upon himself to alter your class schedule. What better way to keep you on a tight leash than to have you be his little shadow throughout the school day - this way he can keep you close, and continue keep an eye out for any undesirables. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who insists you spend all of your time, reading with him, alone in his room.

-> He wants to fill your mind with a curated knowledge, brainwashing you into being his perfect little darling pet. Everything from dark romantic novels, blood ritual spell books, BDSM manuals...he spends hours reciting them all with you, his eager little student, perched upon his lap.

-> Despite how stern his tone may be, and the scowl displayed on his face, he secretly loves it when your attention wanes or you start to fall asleep - he loves giving you a little punishment. The way you perk up, the way his hand stings as the flesh of your thigh ripples, the way you apologize profusely with your eyes wide and promises of being a good little kitten…he just can't over how obedient you can be for him, or how much it truly arouses him.

-> It's through his lectures that he breaks you down and remolds you into his perfect little pet, your identity one of his creation. Slowly your thoughts and interests shift, so that you and him are of the same mind. He loves being able to anticipate what you're going to say next and answering for you instead, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him as you just stand there and nod along with him.

-> The use of your pact has been tested to the point where he can now take control of you, if he ultimately has to. He only truly enjoys using that in the bedroom with you, but he takes complete control of you if he feels he needs to. He wants your feelings and actions towards him to be (mostly) genuine, so he tries to keep that to a minimum.

♡ Yandere Satan, who cooks all of your meals for you, slipping a lil something extra into your food or drinks every so often.

-> Sometimes he slips an aphrodisiac into your wine, teasing you mercilessly about how needy you are for him before he fucks you raw into the early hours of the next morning. Of course you'd beg for him and his cock, don't you know he's the only one for you? Such a silly human, he'll have you whining it before long.

-> Other times, he doesn't want you to leave - so he casually slips various sedatives into your drinks or your snacks, and keeps you in his room for himself. He always teases you when you wake up, joking about how tired you always are. He makes you put on his shirt and get comfortable - you might as well make yourself at home.

♡ Yandere Satan, who starts wars with his brothers when it comes to you.

-> You've lost track of the amount of times he has destroyed parts of the house in retaliation to Lucifer's punishment of you - you've stopped trying to prevent it, lest the wrath be turned on you. You learned that the hard way one day, and now just let him interact with his brothers as he sees fit.

-> Which he certainly is training his brothers how to interact with you. Lucifer eventually begins to grow tired of the Avatar of Wrath's explosive fits, prompting him to somewhat avoid the two of you. The brothers that are more prone to showing you physical affection, well...he physically threatens them, and you start to see them reign themselves in and be more platonic. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who has no idea of the difference between love and obsession. 

-> He is extremely possessive of you, getting easily irritated if you accept invitations for plans with other people - why would you want to spend your time with them when you have him? He'll be having a chat with them, unbeknownst to you, and out of the blue you get a text cancelling. He holds you in his arms and kisses you as he talks about how you don't need flaky friends like them anyway - you'll always have him and he's all that you need.

-> He needs to be with you every second of every day. You're the first person in his life that's ever made him feel like this - why wouldn't he wanna spend every moment of his time with you? Not only have you been spending more time in his room, but you start to notice his insistence on keeping the gifts he gives you in his room permanently. Then, one random night while you were asleep in his bed, a mysterious fire burns down your room - and most of your belongings with it. 'No need to worry though, darling. I've got everything you need; you've already been staying here anyways, lets look at this as an opportunity.'

♡ Yandere Satan, who wears a mask around you, the ever poised and refined demon he makes himself out to be in public - it's so easy with you around after all, you have an effect that naturally calms him.

-> He does occasionally fly into a rage, but it's always in a private room with one of his targets - someone he'll be sure you never see again. The screams of his victims are like a soothing lullaby, the taste of their blood satisfying him like a delicious Demonus. 

-> There are the very rare occasions in which his anger is pointed at you. He'd never raise a hand to you - he'd rather burn down the realm than truly hurt you. But he will be rough with you when he fucks you angrily - binding you with ropes, whipping you with his tail, and using your holes to his satisfaction. Don't you know that you're his to do with as he pleases? Maybe if he fucks your head empty, you'll be a more obedient little kitten for him.

♡ Yandere Satan, who will never let go once he sinks his claws into you.

-> While holding you in his arms he laments to you over the turmoil of learning to love, kissing you gently and passionately as he professes he only feels this way for you. "You must have me under some kind of spell," he whispers sweetly into your ear. He knows for a fact that you have bewitched him, even if you didn't mean to, making him feel all of these emotions that were so foreign to him before he met you. He never wants to let this feeling go - and he doesn't ever intend to.

-> He would tear all three realms to the ground with his own bare hands if it means he can keep you at his side - and you know he has the ability to do precisely that. No one is safe when they try to stand between the two of you...

"You truly are something else, kitten. There is nothing in existence that can keep you away from me."

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[nerdy-talks]

Happy Birthday Satan! 💚

[magiertama]

Happy Birthday to this Fluffball of a Cat-lover Bookworm! Happy Birthday Satan!

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc: (holding a child Satan) aww look at the tiny Wrath baby

Child!Satan: (cuddling into them)

Lucifer: Mc I need your he-

Child!Satan: (hissing and trying to attack him)

Lucifer: (not looking at Satan) good to see that Satan is back to normal

[fleur-dans-la-nuit]

Mammon, helping the anti-Lucifer league: I don’t know, this plan seems pretty complicated…

Satan: You said that once about an orange.

Mammon, defensive: They don’t make sense! Apples you eat their clothes, oranges you don’t-

Beel, walking by: Am I not supposed to?

Satan, facepalming: How am I even related to you guys?

[trashytoastboi]

Day of Wrath - Satan

~Random Headcanons + Prompt Headcanon~

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📚 Satan has the adorable habit of making paper flower bouquets for {Name} and hand crafted bookmarks for all of their books. The first time he made the bouquet it was actually a letter he wrote for them but got too embarrassed if they were to actually read it, so he turned it into a set of paper flowers instead. 

📚 He is still always nervous on dates, acting as if it's the first one again. Satan has explained it’s because he always wants to make a good impression on them. He still dresses up, acts like a gentleman and watches his language when he’s with {Name} (even if his brothers really want to make him swear) 

📚 Endlessly patient with {Name}, always has been. Even if the two of them would be in the height of an argument he’ll never raise his voice at them, or completely lose his head. {Name} knows how much self control that takes to reign in his fiery temper. Seeing him have that much self control usually softens {Name} up and they’ll peacefully end the argument. 

📚 Loves teaching {Name} stuff, it can be so random. He’ll tutor them for RAD stuff but in general he enjoys being able to teach them about random facts or things he’s learnt. Really enjoys it when they teach him stuff too. 

📚 Prompt: Stealing their sweaters for their signature scent: Satan noticed a few things missing as of late- more specifically his most worn sweater… the same one that {Name} was nonchalantly wearing right at this very moment. Case closed he supposes, he was interested in finding out the reason for the sudden claiming of his sweater. {Name} states matter of factly- that it smells like him and it’s comfortable. 

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

[leviathanshusband]

has anyone considered doing a mob au! for obey me? bc i think that would be fucking perfect and here are the most basic of my thoughts

Lucifer: the big boss

Diavolo: His closest ally in the underworld

Mammon: the right hand/the thief

Leviathan: hacker, informant, strategist

Satan: head torturer, strategist

Asmo: spy, informant, influencer

Beel: head enforcer

Belphie: head chemist

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Hello, I hope you are doing well. I saw you started writing for obey me! Which I was really excited about and was wondering if I could request Satan comforting reader about feeling so angry all the time and being afraid they'd hurt one of the brothers if they explode at the wrong time? I really love Satan especially because I can relate to his anger when things are out of my control or I'm feeling down and I thought it'd be nice to see Satan comforting someone who feels the same as him :).

I am sorry that it took me so long to answer, But I still hope you enjoy these headcanons! CW: Reader is afraid to hurt the brothers in anger, Satans anger mentioned, other than that none GN Reader Can be read as both platonic and romantic

Satan comforting an angry reader

He is not stupid, he sees how you often try to distance yourself from him and his brothers when things get tense around you or. He knows what it means, because he does the same thing.

All the tell tale signs are there. Your hands tightening into fists, your nostrils flaring and the sharp inhales and exhales. You are angry. And you are afraid of letting it out on the brothers. Clearly afraid of hurting them, not even physically but rather mentally.

 With how well you know everyone of the brothers, you knew how you could hurt them with words, harder than you could ever hit with stones. But you did not want that. So you decided to retreat.

Now Satan knows that he himself prefers to be alone in those moments, but he also knows that it is not healthy to bury everything inside him and hope you don't let it out on others. In his experience it leads to just that. Lashing out on the people you love. So he decides to follow you.

He gently knocks on your door, waiting for an answer but he doesn’t get one. So he knocked again and told you that he is coming in, so that you are prepared for having him enter your room. As he walks in he sees that your pillow wasn’t on your bed anymore, rather it was thrown across the room, probably in an attempt to let your anger out.

You meanwhile were sitting on your bed, back turned to Satan, and your whole body still tense with anger. You didn't turn around, and if it weren't for you asking him what he wanted he would have assumed you didn’t realise he was in your room.

Satan did not answer anything, rather he walked over to where you were sitting and sat down next to you. This made you look at him for the first time since he came into your room, you raised your eyebrow in question at him.

The demon sighed as if to gather himself and began speaking: “You know you are not alone in your anger right? And barricading yourself away is not healthy. I know you are afraid you may hurt us in your anger, but this way you are only hurting yourself. Believe me I know what you are feeling and experiencing and it is scary to feel like if you were to snap you could seriously hurt the people close to you, but I want to help you. You helped me deal with my anger, even when I threatened to kill you in brutal ways you did not waver. I will do the same for you. I will help you find ways to deal with your anger like you helped me. We are stronger together.”

Looking into his eyes while hearing his words, you saw the sincerity in them. It felt good to have someone not judge you for your anger and rather, understand what you are feeling and fearing. You knew that Satan would help you in the future with your anger, and that made you happy. Tears were slowly starting to fall from your eyes, but you didn’t care. You hugged him and whispered a quiet “Thank you” into his shoulder.

Satan was blushing when you wrapped your arms around him, he had to admit he did not expect that. Though he wasn’t complaining, he hugged you back, making sure you knew he would be there for you through every bout of anger you’d feel. You could get through your anger and wrath together. He would be there for you like you were for him, and someday with his help, you’d no longer be afraid that you could hurt the people close to you in your anger.

[lou-struck]

A Demon's Duty

Satan x reader

Prompt: 🐈 + Park

~Satan leaves the dinner table abruptly, and you follow him into an impending rainstorm.

WC: 1.9k

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the Masterlist on my welcome page.

“And then the photographer asked me to come back next week for another gig.” Mammon boasts from his seat at the dinner table. He looks around the table at each of his brothers before shooting you a playfully adorable grin. The Avatar of Greed fiddles with his utensils before continuing his story, “Just you wait; I’ll be swimming in Grimm before the next issue comes out.”

“Interesting,” Lucifer says, lifting his glass of demonus and taking a small sip. His crimson gaze stares his younger brother down from across the table. “Then you will have no problem paying me back on the loan I gave you last month. With interest, of course.”

Mammon’s eyes widen in fear as a few of his brothers snicker at his expense. 

“I just don’t understand it,” Asmodeus pouts, looking his brother up and down. “If they wanted someone to model, they could’ve asked me to do it, don’t you think so, Satan?” 

You look over at the Avatar of Wrath, who is paying no attention whatsoever to the dinner conversation. His fork absentmindedly dances across the porcelain as he rests his chin in his other hand, his light brows furrowed in deep thought.

“Satan, are you feeling sick? You haven’t touched your dinner.” Beel, who is seated next to him, asks gently, placing a large hand on the blond’s shoulder. The little nudge causes Satan to jolt up suddenly, the table shaking slightly as he springs to his feet.

“It’s nothing,” he says quickly. “I have to go.” Before anyone has the chance to say anything, he steps quickly out into the hallway and out the front door. 

The room falls silent; Belphie looks awake and alert, Levi has tucked away the Manga he had been trying to read under the table, and Beel is letting his food get cold. 

Everyone is worried about him, but no one knows what to say.

“Well, that was weird.” Mammon huffs after some of the longest seconds of your life. “What’s up with him?”

“Shouldn’t we go after him? He looked upset?” you ask, pushing back your chair. Come to think of it, Satan had been unusually quiet today; initially, you had assumed the demon was tired from a long night of reading. But with the way he had exited, you have a feeling there is more to it than that.

“I think that is a wise decision, Mc,” Lucifer says, doing his best to hide the worry on his features. “Would you like someone to accompany you?”

“No, it’s alright.” you say, already halfway across the carpet, “You guys should just finish your dinner; I’ll call if anything happens.”

Lucifer nods, prompting you to leave the room. Your steps are quick as you try to catch up with Satan to figure out what caused him to step out of one of his favorite meals so urgently.

~

The Devildom air feels heavy with unfallen rain as you make your way down the path. The one-minute Headstart Satan had on you makes following him difficult. But this is the only way he could’ve gone. As you search for any trace of the demon, your thoughts Jeff back to the conversation you heard earlier this morning about an impending rain storm. It makes you want to hurry up before the both of you get caught in the precipitation. 

“Satan?” You call out, your voice carrying through the ancient trees in the park. “Where are you?”

The pathway twist’s slightly as you walk toward the wishing fountain. But you never make it there…

A hand reaches out at you through the trees and covers your mouth. You clench your fist, ready to fight back against the would-be attacker, only to hear them shush and you gently. It’s Satan. Your shoulders relax, but you look at him quizzically.

When you lock eyes, he lets go of you. Looking at you apologetically. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t want you to scare it away.”

“Scare what away?” You whisper, looking around. But the only thing you see is Satan. His cheeks turn pink, and he casts his eyes to the leaf-covered ground as he pulls a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Your eyes squint to make out the text, but it is written in a language you haven’t learned yet. But you do make out a portrait of a heartbreakingly tiny black and white spotted kitten plastered in the center of it. 

“When I was walking home today, I saw there was a flier up for a missing cat,” he explains, keeping his voice low and steady. “I called the owner and tried to search for it earlier; they told me they were last seen around here. I thought I was getting close but found nothing. When I got home, all I could think about was that poor kitten lost and alone out here in the rain. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to go back out.”

His words pull at your heartstrings as you nod in understanding. “So you think the cat is still out here? “You ask, looking around for any trace of a kitten, “It’s a large park.”

“I know it is. “He says confidently, and you believe him. After all, he’s Satan; he has a sixth sense about cats. “I just want to find it and bring it back to its owner before anything happens to it.” Dark clouds seem to roll in with a dense breeze that covers the waning moon; he looks at you with concern and reaches for your hand. “But you should go back inside; it’s about to rain, and I wouldn’t want you to get sick because you were out here looking for me.”

“You shake your head and give his hand a light-hearted squeeze. “Not a chance; we have a kitten to find,” you say optimistically. 

“You mean you’re going to help me find it?” he blinks in surprise before giving you a soft smile.

“Of course, I will,” you reply, crouching down and peaking through the branches of some dense shrubbery. “It means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”

“One of these days, that big heart of yours is going to get you in trouble.” He chuckles before going back to his search. His inhuman ears listen for even the slightest sound that could tip him off to where the missing kitten is.

He’s a bit of a hypocrite because his big heart is the reason why the two of you are searching through the forest. But you can save the teasing for later. 

“Any luck?” you ask, walking around the bush to check the other side. The first raindrop drips lightly onto your cheek, but it’s nowhere near a downpour yet. Your heart rate quickens at the idea of getting caught in the storm without finding the kitten.

“No,” Satan mumbles, brushing some thorny branches to the side. “And I’m getting worried; the poster said the kitten is too young to survive on its own. Its owner has been searching everywhere but hasn’t found anything either.”

“We’ll find it,” you mumble, peeking through the branches, “we have to.”

The raindrops get heavier and land on the top of your head. Already cold water is seeping down your neck as you bend over to inspect a new cluster of bushes. The forested area of the park goes on for miles. And the pit of your stomach turns at the thought of never finding the little guy. 

Your foot hits a dark tree root, and you stumble forward, nearly falling into a large berried bush before you catch yourself.

“Mc, are you alright?” Satan asks, coming to your side. “It’s too dark out here for you to see anything; you should go home.”

You shake your head, “I’m fine; let’s keep looking.” you start to say until you feel a slight resistance on your shoelace. Looking down, you see that it has come undone and has attracted a bit of fluff. 

A black and white kitten barely large enough to fit in your hand toys with it playfully. You and Satan stare dumbfounded between yourselves and the kitten.

“Hey there, little one,” you say, gently scooping up the little ball of fluff and tucking him into the inside of your jacket. “Let’s get you someplace warm.” You hold the kitten so carefully, and with so much love it makes Satan’s eyes turn glassy, but there is still a little quirk in his lips that tells you that there is something else he is thinking about. 

“Something’s not right,” he states, turning around and lying down on the ground. Leaves crunch all around him and stick onto his cardigan, but he is determined to settle this feeling of unease in his gut. He peers into the bushes and gasps, reaching under the bush quickly. When it comes back, you see that he, too, is holding a little ball of fluff in his hand; this one is orange and fairly larger than your own. 

“It has a friend,” you whisper as the black and white kitten kneads into your skin playfully, purring up a storm. 

Satan’s smile is victorious as his kitten blinks up at him sleepily and lets out a high-pitched mewl, “Hello there,” he chuckles softly as his kitten begins to lick his fingers with its sandpaper tongue on, “You must be hungry; let’s get you out of this rain and somewhere warm.”

He doesn’t turn to go just yet, turning his attention to you instead. “Is something the matter?” you ask. 

“Thank you for helping me,” he says, stepping closer and giving you a look of love and affection just for you. “If you weren’t out here, who knows when I would’ve found these little guys.” 

“You would’ve found them,” you smile, watching as the kitten looks between the two of you excitedly, “I didn’t do much.”

“You did so much,” he says, “And tomorrow, I promise to thank you the way you deserve to be thanked, but for now, I’m afraid you’ll have to settle with this.”

“With what?” you ask coyly, leaning in a bit closer to him. 

“With this,” he says, kissing you softly, the rain breaking just for the moment he takes your breath away. He parts gently and looks down at you with satisfaction. “Was that sufficient?”

“For now,” you hum, “as much as I would love to kiss you again in the rain, we have to get these little guys back home before we all get soaked.”

He looks down at the orange kitten who is currently trying to burrow into his sleeve and laughs as the two of you head back through the park with your new fuzzy friends.

~

“I thought you said only one kitten was missing,” you say as you make your way back to the House, the falling rain speckling the pavement below you. You cover the kitten who has dozed off in your hands, and Satan does the same. 

“There was,” he smiles, “But until we figure out what to do with these guys, I guess they will be staying with me. I’ll call the owner and explain the whole situation.”

“What about Lucifer?” you giggle, knowing the eldest brothers rule against cat ownership.

“What Lucifer doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” he smiles devilishly, “I’ve gotten pretty good about sneaking cats into my room over the years.”