#trust satan

[daytaker]

Satan is high-key Lucifer's favorite.

Normally I would pull up some evidence in support of such a bold claim but all the evidence lives inside my moldy little brain. Just trust me. He is. I know Mammon is supposedly his favorite but I think Mammon was just his favorite before Lucifer had a brother who was also partly himself.

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Like, I'm writing a thing right now and it feels like it's just---

Satan: I hate you. Lucifer: I know. Satan: I hope you die. Lucifer: I know. Satan: Asshole. Lucifer: Fair enough.

And that feels completely in character! Right? Like who else is getting away with what he gets away with? Nobody, that's who.

Satan destroys the entire house. Lucifer: Boys will be boys. Satan sends Lucifer a cursed letter for the first time. Lucifer: Ah, they grow up so fast... Mammon calls Lucifer a poopyhead when he thinks he can't hear. Lucifer: When will you learn that your actions have consequences? Lucifer strings him up from the ceiling for a full day.

[lvlcurrent]

lucifer: why is he in a cage?

mammon: because he growled at me

[5mary5]

I need to see the obey me characters dealing with a socially anxious mc that gets anxiety attacks when meeting new people or when going to new places in order to soothe the sadness within me right now

[satans-knitwear]

Do what you want with me

Just tell me when you're done

[sacrificialmutt]

why did no one tell me that satan is freaky as hell in season 2

[r0-boat]

Happy pride

screaming about Satan x reader x Mammon

Satan and Mammon are arguing fist fighting and wrestling and then they start making out. That is their entire dynamic. And you are always stuck in the middle of their fights.

These two fight so much it's hard to believe that They would have been in a relationship at all. Their relationship is very on and off sometimes official sometimes not sometimes friends with benefits, it's really weird. Don't worry about their relationship status. All of hell already knows it's as rocky as mountains.

"can we have one day without you two arguing about something stupid..."-You probably when they started to arguing about sticks on the ground.

And then they both take their anger out on you destroying your holes forever the end (just kidding)

Out of all the demons in hell Satan and Mammon are most likely to share you together. They're literal and figuratively dick measuring contest will be anything as long as They get to put their dick in you they're fine with anything.

You can't look me in the eye and tell me Satan and Mammon have not been together at least once.

[whereismyhat5678]

*Climbs out of my cave*

Guys HEAR ME OUT for a second okay?….

It’s giving Hexxus- 👀🪭

ALSO THEY GAVE HIM SO MUCH ASS LIKE-

So in general, I did do a second version of it cuz I had used two pallets for him, and I REALLY liked both. So I did the second one as well 👀 I decided to show the top one since it looks more cleaner I think(?), but I couldn’t help myself 😅

Here’s the second version!

[irishmammonagenda]

Ritualistic-Obey Me x Reader

[picture creds] [dividers by @/riottsrph] Summary: You and your friends get a little too wrapped up in the spooky festivities of Halloween. Satan can't help but watch. ;) Word Count: 3.2k Content Warnings: MC is human and this is a different au. probably fem!MC idk i cant write men women are my default. also MC is stupid, like really fucking stupid icl. blood, rituals, implied animal sacrifice, implied gore and violence.

"This was a stupid idea." You think to yourself as you trudge through the dense forest behind your two best friends, avoiding branches and pausing every time you get caught on one.

Noticing your tension, Derek hums, carrying a rucksack on his back and offering you a sip of cider from the can he was holding. No doubt given to him by his Uncle Sam. "Want some? You seem thirsty."

Parched you accept, "Thanks, Derek."

He nods as his cousin Eric turns around from in front of you both, he grins at you, still carefully carrying that cardboard box that they refuse to tell you the contents of. "It's not much further, [Name], don't worry."

Most young adults would be watching horror movies with their friends, or going to a costume party on Halloween Night. But not you three.

You; [Name] [Last Name], Derek Wisconsin, and Eric Vancouver, had something more disturbing planned.

You were going to summon Satan.

Having freshly turned 19, and with Derek preparing to move back to Illinois and, Eric returning to Canada for college; this was your last hurra before being separated.

You shiver, half from the nerves and half from the cold. You should've worn something other than sweatpants and a tank top.

"C'mon [Name], don't be a scaredy cat. We're almost there." Derek teases, shoving you lightly, before throwing his empty can of cider on the forest floor. You glare at him. Sure, you were more naïve than most, but he didn't need to be rude about it!

Eric looks back once more, and shares a look with his cousin before the three of you continue to walk. Getting ever closer to the clearing the blond Canadian had been raving about.

Getting closer to the place you'd chosen for the ritual.

You gulp as you reach the clearing, taking a moment to collect yourself and avoid looking into the treelines, especially as the sky rapidly darkens. You don't want to see something you shouldn't, after all.

Derek grabs the box from his cousin's hands and sets it down gently on the ground beside the rucksack he’d thrown uncaringly in the leaves before adjusting his baseball cap. The redhead breathes in deeply, watching as his friend grabs a handful of straws of various lengths.

Eric scrunches his nose and nudges towards you. "We gotta see who's doin' it. Pick one." The half-canadian nudges to his closed fist, you nervously do so, pulling out a short, stubby straw.

Eric picks out a short straw, still longer than yours. Derek picks out the longest one, and subsequently starts grinning like a maniac. "Fuck yeah!" He whistles. "Oh Jeez....guess you're doing it, [Name]."

"Guess I am..." You pout, before blinking dumbly for a minute. "Wait, what am I doing'?"

Derek and Eric grin to each other with identical smiles before turning to face you. "The main part of the ritual." They say, before the Canadian gestures to the box.

The ginger grins wider, taking off his chicago cubs baseball cap and setting it down, revealling orange toned hair underneath. "But not yet! We gotta set up the summoning circle first!"

You bite your lip. "Are you guys sure this is a good idea?” You ask, eyeing Eric as he starts to copy out a summoning circle from the frayed, ancient looking spellbook.

Derek nods ambitiously. “Hell yeah. What could go wrong? Worst case scenario nothin’ happens and it’s all a hoax. Best case scenario, we summon Satan, make pacts with him and get rich!”

Eric sticks his tongue out in concentration. “Mhm… and don’t worry about havin’ to sell your soul. That’s where the box comes in handy.”

You shiver. Wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm as you and Derek watch as the blond finishes the summoning circle and places black candles down at integral points of the inner star.

The Canadian claps the chalk off of his hands, as Derek takes out the deck chair from the large rucksack and unfolds it, setting it in the middle of the circle. you and begin lighting the candles,he grabs an expensive looking ceremonial dagger from his backpack. When he notices you staring he smirks. “Got it from Ebay for 20 dollars. Now lets get started!”

Derek grins before the three of you stand over the book he’d just placed in the very middle of the summoning circle, placed on the foldable garden chair serving as an altar.

Your trio chant in Latin, reading out the words on the page of the book. The light breeze stops dead.

“Ready, [Name]?” Eric smiles, holding the dagger up as you nod offering your hand.

“Make it quick.” You look away. Face scrunched up in pain as the boy draws blood, you hiss in agony as he moves onto Derek and then himself.

The three of you let your blood drip onto the ground in the middle of the summoning circle as you invoke the Avatar of Wrath once more.

All the while being unaware of the emerald green eyes watching you from the shadows of the treeline.

After a few repetitions, Derek turns to you, gestering to the dagger. “You picked the shortest straw. You’re up, MC.”

“What do I do with it?” You tilt your head as you shakily grab the dagger. Growing more and more uncomfortable with the uncanny smiles your friends are sporting.

They hand you the cardboard box. “Open it.” Eric whispers.

You do.

Inside you find a small black kitten barely the size of your hand sleeping peacefully. A small pink ribbon as her makeshift collar. Unable to stop yourself, you reach out to shakily pet her. Derek grabs her. She meows as she’s woken up. The redhead hands you the kitten in your free arm.

“Pet store said her name was Inky.” Eric hums as she cuddles into your tanktop, looking for warmth.

You don’t miss the sinister glint in their eyes, yet you do miss the figure in the darkness growing larger, more demonic as he senses what’s about to happen to the kitten before you do.

You feel a sinking feeling in your gut even before Derek orders you in a dark tone. “Say the words in the book. Slit its throat.”

You gulp shakily, as you begin to chant, the wound on your hand aching and beginning to glow green and you swear you can hear a demonic growling sound from the treeline.

You finish chanting, tears welling up in your eyes as you slowly lift the dagger up, preparing to do the unthinkable.

The sky darkens, thunder sounds, a sinister fog begins to form around the ritual circle, reflecting in the pure evil of Derek and Eric’s shared expression.

Satan, who had been watching in the shadows as soon as the ritual began, growls in pure rage. A mere second away from stepping into the circle and gutting the three of you.

You blink away your tears, about the drag the dagger down into the kittens throat, before you meet her tiny amber eyes and she lets out the most pitiful meow. No doubt wanting food.

You break. Throwing the weapon on the ground and breaking off in a sprint. Rushing into the dense woods still cradling the poor kitten as your former friends make chase close behind you.

You wince as branches catch on your skin and leaving you with scratch marks all over. You don’t stop running though, especially after you hear the dagger being thrown at a tree right next to you.

Satan pauses. Shocked out of his growling as he stalks you from the shadows. A small, crooked smile spreads on his face as he watches you make your escape, defenseless kitten in hand.

You manage to get out of view and reach of Derek and Eric as you duck behind a log to catch your breath. Hearing the Canadian shout to his cousin from Illinois to ‘just leave it’ and ‘continue the ritual without the stupid cat’

Derek shouts exploitatives before agreeing and yelling into the woods. “You fucking bitch!- When I find you, [Name]-You’re fucking dead!-”

You hold your breath as their voices grow quieter and quieter. Petting Inky to steel your nerves you peek out and see no one.

Deciding to make your escape you slowly get out, walking dumbly like a baby deer as you slowly trudge further away from where you came.

Satan had been doing nothing in particular before having felt his name being provoked. He sighed, never getting a lot of downtime during Halloween thanks to idiots in the Human Realm summoning him day in and day out.

Allowing himself to be teleported to the area of the ritual. He stalked in the shadows of the treeline, noticing three young adults in the middle of the clearing chanting.

He watched. Prowling around the shadows, rage radiating from him as he hears the meowing of a cat and sees the third of the trio raise a dagger. Yet still, he watches.

His eyes grow green. Already in his demon form, his claws protract. Ready to maul those motherfuckers.

Only to stop when you throw the dagger and make a run for it. Rage simmering down to slight surprise, claws retracting.

You were a smart one, your friends, however, were not. He'd have to find you later, but for now; he stayed in the shadows, waiting, watching as the two boys continue the ritual without the cat they had planned to slaughter.

The ginger, Derek, begins once more, chanting in Latin as he reads from the book, Eric joins in, before a lightbulb goes off into his head.

The Canadian opens his phone and selects a photo of you, placing it on the ground in the centre of the ritual circle.

"A-ave Satanas! This is our sacrifice to you, [Name] [Last Name]!" Eric shouts into the forest, no doubt wanting you to hear in an attempt to punish you for ruining the ritual.

Satan raises an eyebrow. So that was your name? Interesting.

Still in demon form; he steps out of the shadows, revealling himself to the two boys.

He smirks at their shocked gasps, watching in amusement as they scramble to the book, trying to figure out what to do next.

"Where's the cat?" Is all Satan asks.

"T-that bitch-" Derek points to the photo of you on the ground. "She fuckin' ran off with it. Sorry Lord S-Satan....we were tryna sacrifice it for you.-"

Eric nods desperately in agreement.

Satan smirks, "Well then...I suppose I should reward my loyal followers." He says charmingly as his eyes glow a feral green and his claws protract once more.

He'd hang them by their entrails.

No one fucks with cats. Especially not on his watch.

You whimper in the dark woods, shakily bringing your phone out with one hand to use as a flashlight. It was colder now. Inky clung to you for warmth as you did the same to her and held the kitten tighter with one arm.

Having ran blindly from the clearing in random directions, it was safe to say you were lost.

"It's okay buddy…." You whisper to the kitten, whimpering when you hear the tortured screaming of your two friends.

The ritual must've worked.

Like a prey animal, you hunker down behind some bushes just in case. Turning off your phone light, you cradled Inky in your arms and clench your eyes shut in fear, trying not to listen to the screeching and pleading of your former friends.

Tears roll down your cheeks, although you couldn't tell if it was from grieving, anger or fear. Most likely the latter two.

You wait and wait, staying completely still in the dirt, uncaring of the staining in your clothes that would result of it. Leaves rustled softly with your breathing, as you tried to focus on the rise and fall of your chest instead of the nightmarish sounds from God knows how far away.

It keeps going, until it stops, leaving behind it a thick, deathly silence. You hold back a whimper, still much too scared to move, frozen in fear.

Your hair stands on end as a crunching of autumn leaves sounds. Footsteps approach you calmly.

You hold you breath, begging and praying to whatever ancient power out there that whatever that thing was that'd killed your friends wouldn't murder you too. That it would somehow miss your hiding spot.

It was truly a shame for you that the only ancient power in your vicinity was Satan himself.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. :)

To which he did. The footsteps get closer, before stopping at the bush you were hiding behind. You bite your lip to keep yourself from whimpering.

You hear a chuckle sound from the darkness, as you will yourself to open your eyes you see a man, as if by magic, he's in front of you.

You hadn't heard him move from the time it took him to approach you from behind.

Strange.

"You don't need to be scared." The handsome man smiles charmingly. He's not much older than you by the looks of it. "[Name], right?"

You nod dumbly, holding Inky as your emotional support. How did this man know your name? Was he stalking you?

He nods to the kitten in your arms, "Cute cat. Mind if I pet her?"

"Sure….Y-yeah that's fine…." You stiffen as his hand reaches towards you, but relax slightly as the man seems gentle with cats. Everyone knows men who are good with cats can be trusted, right? Inky seems to like him.

"Hmm…..you okay?" The blond man asks kindly. His emerald eyes glow an otherworldly green.

"….I'm lost…." You admit, rather tired from the whole idea.

"I see. Well I could always help you get out. I know these woods quite well…."

"Really? You don't sound like you're from here….." You say softly, finding your voice. Maybe you were too naïve and trusting, but nevertheless, you grab his outstretched hand and laugh a little as he shakes it.

You grin, having calmed your nerves slightly. Unknowing that you've just made a deal with the devil.

He helps you up and you begin to walk through the trees, still holding onto Inky. The man coos at her every now and again and the cat preens under his soft gaze.

You walk in a relatively comfortable silence, with the blond asking you questions here and there, and you answering and asking them back.

Realistically you should still be shaking and crying and traumatised. You'd just heard your two former best friends be murdered. Yet, some dark twisted part inside of you whispers that they were doomed the moment they drew that circle and took out that cat.

It scared you that you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"So what about you…? Do you have any siblings?" You ask quietly, as you both use your phones as flashlights through the woods. You don't feel as much like a headless chicken anymore.

"Yep." He smiles. "Six brothers. I'm the fourth oldest."

"Holy shit."

"Nothing holy about it, in my opinion." He laughs, it's contagious. You can't help but let out a chuckle.

"You're quite interesting, [Name]. Smart too. " The familiar stranger hums. "I like that."

You grin, laughing as humility coats your voice. " Oh really....I don't think I'm that smart....."

The handsome man's eye's glow with something for a second as his eyes fix on the kitten safe in your arms. "You should give yourself more credit, [Name], you've made better decisions than you would even believe tonight."

"....Thanks?" You tilt your head slightly. The Devil himself just hums softly in response as the two of you fall back into the rhythm of a comfortable silence, with you leading the way to your home as you got to the main road once more. It doesn't take long before the three of you reach it.

As you reach your home, the blond sees you and your newly acquired kitten to your door. You give him a small smile. "Well this is me...."

He nods, before grabbing your free hand, and speaking a phrase in Latin you almost recognise as he meets your gaze with a glowing green one of his own. He kisses your hand and grins as ink like emeralds form on your skin like a tattoo, swirling and dancing until they find purchase around your wrist in a symbol not unlike the ones in the summoning circle.

Your breath hitches. "Y-you're..."

The demon grins. "I'm Satan, yes." He replies, admiring the pact mark now on your hand. "And you might be one of my favourite devotees."

"....You're not gonna kill me...?" You ask in a small voice, clutching Inky as you open the door you had stupidly forgotten to lock before you went out.

The Avatar of Wrath only laughs in response, a soft look overriding his facial expression. "If I wanted to kill you I would've done so in the woods. Besides. You weren't stupid....like the other imbeciles who try to summon me." He reaches over to pet Inky once more, something he's done a lot within the short space of time you've gotten to know him.

"Huh?" You voice out your confusion, and he grins up at you. For the supposed Avatar of Wrath, he sure is charming. It was easy to trust him.

"Well...most people- actually every group or person who tries to summon me around Halloween time...sometimes even witches but especially inexperienced humans like you and your....friends...always make the fatal mistake of sacrificing cats during the ritual...." His eyes narrow as he thinks about it. A murderous expression creeps onto his face and a deathly aura surrounds him as you realise why he's named the Avatar of Wrath.

Satan takes a deep breath and continues. "But you didn't....I can appreciate and trust someone like you."

You nod, wondering what parenting mistakes your parents made that could've made you attracted to a literal Lord of Hell as you feel your cheeks heat up. "Do you wanna come inside for a bit?"

The corners of his lips twitch, "I'd love to...but Halloween is a busy time for me....summonings and all.....could I come back tomorrow?"

You nod. "Bring some treats for Inky?" You ask light-heartedly.

"Oh of course." He smiles, waving goodbye as you trek inside your home, placing the kitten down gently on the entrance mat of your hall.

"Well....bye for now, Satan..." You nod, at the now not so enigmatic stranger, he gives you another kiss on the back of your hand.

"Goodnight, [Name]." He says before slowly closing the door for you.

He'd come visit you again, after all, he had accepted your ritual and given you his pact mark. As the blond demon thinks to himself whilst traversing to yet another ritual preformed by stupid young adults abusing cats who were about to get mauled, he comes to the realisation that Lucifer said no to cats in the house. but he never said anything about a human and that said human's cat. ;)

🎃🦇samhain shona daoibh 🎃🦇

if you cant tell ive watched a lot of horror movies recently and made the ritual very not very realistic-ified for the sake of dramatic devices gng. (unrelated but im too scared to watch the exorcist)😔✊

real ones realised i reused derek wisconsin and eric vancouver from my summertime shennanigans fic. i am aware the names are horrible that's why i chose them.

can we all appreciate the fact i churned this out in like two days pretty please (oh the joys of getting 8 hours of sleep every night and being off school and not completely exhausted.)

no irish in this post bc halloween is irish enough anyways yipeeee!

anyways 😈

i made a poll yesterday asking if i should give you stinkers (said lovingly) a name like im some 2019 youtuber with a bunch of fans because i yearn for the silliness and nearly everyone said yes so yipeeee! also i need ideas or else you're being called péisteanna or something equally as stupid 😈

[radarchives]

[badsassitude]

Every You, Every Me episode 4. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I am a fragile broken bunny after Love in the Big City ran me over, backed up, and ran me over some more yesterday. I counted on Every You, Every Me to deliver the epic adorable fluffy happy ending Top and Mick delivered in the first two stories. I was not expecting the fucking devastation truck that was Namping and X to join the “let’s see how many ways we can break Rachie” party.

God damnit, blindsided and broken two fucking days in a row. I need to find some fluff to roll around in stat. I’m not sure if I can trust any series today, because even if they end happy I’m not sure I can handle the mid-series angst right now. Time to break the emergency glass on the Are You Sure behind the scenes footage.

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

These yarns took the Obey Me characters styles

Diavolo, Solomon, Satan, Barbatos, Thirteen, and Belphegor should sue/j

Btw If you wanted to buy these, they are at Joanne

[wisdomfish]

"Satan tempted man to trust his own natural reason and reject supernatural revelation from the mouth of God. God gave them special revelation: "Don't eat." Satan countered, "Don't believe what God says. Trust your reason!"

John MacArthur

[awifechasinggod]

Do you ever wonder how people change right in front of our eyes and we don’t see? A little gap and in walks Satan. And he speaks lies that people believe without giving the benefit of the doubt to their loved one……and they buy the lies hook, line, and sinker. And then they use those lies to plan their next step and in turn, begin lying to their loved one to cover their tracks to f their sin.

I miss the guy who used to be so excited for me to come home from work. The guy that used to send me text messages throughout the day to say he missed me and could wait for me to get home. The guy who used to send me flowers and tell me how he proud he was that I was HIS wife! I miss the guy who loved JESUS and talked about what GOD was doing in his life and how GOD spoke to him through the WORD. Yep, I miss that guy.

We are in the last days and deception by the master deceiver is real! Satan may think he’s won, BUT GOD!! 💪🏻🙏 As hard as this has been, I’m not the same woman I was 33 long months ago. I now know this was allowed for a reason. To strengthen my faith and help me to stand in the gap for my man. Like the woman in Luke 18:1, I’m persistently praying for reconciliation, which GOD promised very early on in my stand. He gave me two promises then a few more throughout these hard years. Every time I want to give in or give up, HE sends a message to me that I’m so close to breakthrough and I should not give up!

Some things I learned along the way:

Our spouse is not our enemy! We have one and his name is Satan! Don’t confuse the two!

My husband deserves my respect whether I feel like it or not. Yes, respect is earned, but I was severely lacking in this before all this happened. I’ve learned honor and respect.

Serving my spouse is my privilege as HIS wife.

Satan is actively trying to destroy my marriage and he knows EXACTLY what to dangle in front of my husband to divert his attention away from JESUS.

Spiritual warfare is real and only prayer and standing on the WORD as it is written can change the situation!

Nothing is hidden from God and nothing is too hard for him - no matter how it looks right now!

GOD is bigger than any problem we have. Greater is HE that is in me than he that is in the world!!!!

GOD is able!!!

HE won’t allow this season to be for naught! HE is working behind the scenes and HE will have the final word. While HE won’t force my spouse to turn from sin, HE can make him want to! I’m counting on that.

I meant every wedding vow I spoke before GOD and I’m cling to GOD with everything in me! ✝️

This post is just me sharing some of my struggles as a stander. I will not give in or give up! I may cry big tears, BUT GOD knows and sees everyone!

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 2: Trust Issues

Today's @whumptober prompt is my first fic this year for a new fandom! (AKA I took a week off and became Obey Me! Trash so I hope you like demon boy whump)

Prompts Used: Trust issues, (alt prompts: communication barrier/shivering) Fandom: Obey Me! Nightbringer Character: Satan

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Lucifer trudged home after a long day discussing things at the palace with Prince Diavolo. It seemed like his workload was only going to increase, which meant more late nights for him.

He closed his eyes in preemptive exhaustion as he made his way up to the door and entered the House of Lamentation.

He was greeted by the sounds of loud arguing as usual, and expected to see Satan throwing a fit again but as he got into the parlor he saw it was actually just Mammon and Levi.

“Oh, Lucifer, you’re back,” Belphagor said from where he was lying on one of the couches. “Beel and Asmo are making dinner tonight.”

Lucifer shut his eyes briefly. “I suppose I should go make sure they haven’t either eaten everything or burned the kitchen down.”

The kitchen was just as chaotic but Lucifer was thankfully able to help straighten out the mess and come up with something presentable for dinner.

When everyone was called to the table, Lucifer looked around.

“Where’s Satan?”

“He hasn’t come out of his room all day,” Levi said.

“That’s not true, he did once, and then had the nerve to growl at me when I crossed paths with him,” Asmo said, obviously offended.

Lucifer felt a headache starting to form behind his eyes. “Can someone please at least go tell him dinner is ready?”

There was a quick squabble before Lucifer snapped, “Mammon, go before the food gets cold.”

“Aw come on, why do I gotta do it?” Mammon muttered as he left the room.

They waited, Lucifer piercing Beel with a look to keep him from eating anything. Mammon eventually hurried back.

“Where is your brother?” Lucifer asked.

“Dude, he can do whatever he wants. All I did was knock on his door and he threw something it at. I’m not gonna let that be my head next time.”

Lucifer huffed a sigh and stood. “Fine, all of you can eat, I’ll go talk to him.”

Lucifer made his way upstairs and toward Satan’s room. He knocked.

“I said go away!” the voice snarled from the other side of the door.

“It’s time for dinner,” Lucifer said firmly. “You should come down before it’s all gone.”

Something heavy hit the door. “Leave me alone!”

Lucifer gritted his teeth and yanked on the door handle only to find it locked. “Don’t make me get the key for this door, Satan—I told you before we had a rule against locking doors.”

“I’m not hungry, just leave me alone.”

Lucifer fought the urge to tear his hair out and decided to let this one go. “Fine. If you’re so eager to stay in your room do it. Your dinner is forfeit. Don’t even think of sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night. I don’t want to see you out of this room until you can be civil.”

Another thump against the door had new rage flaring through Lucifer. “Use this time to fix your attitude.”

He spun on his heel and headed back to the table.

His food was cold by that time, but he was too exhausted to care.

“So, no Satan?” Mammon asked.

Lucifer grunted. “He’s decided to hole himself up in his room so I told him to stay there.”

“We can save him some dinner,” Beel said even as he reached for seconds.

“He’s being punished, everyone needs to stay clear of him,” Lucifer said.

He honestly didn’t know what he was going to do about Satan. He had hoped the anger issues would work their way out after a while and he would get to know everyone. But he only tolerated the other brothers at best. Every time Lucifer thought progress was being made, something always happened to cause him to fly into a fit and make everyone his enemy yet again.

Still, the fact stood that Lucifer had too much to worry about to fix his brothers’ issues. He put Mammon and Levi on clean-up duty and headed to his office to work late into the night.

When he finally left his study and crept upstairs he spotted a shadowy figure sneaking from Satan’s room.

“I told you to stay in your room,” he snapped.

The figure, wrapped in a blanket, froze, swaying slightly as if unsure of which way to go.

“Satan, you are welcome to come and join the rest of us tomorrow if you are feeling more civilized.”

“Fuck you, Lucifer,” Satan growled before he turned around and slammed his door purposefully.

Lucifer winced, hearing several complaints from rooms further down the hall.

He felt like he was doing everything wrong, but what was he supposed to do?

***

The next day Lucifer kept Satan in the back of his mind as he went about his business. There was still no sign of the demon anywhere, to the point where Lucifer started to get worried.

By the afternoon, he decided that he was going to have to have to be the one to go to the demon and try to make amends. Satan could resent him all he wanted, but that didn’t mean he had to be completely miserable here. Lucifer didn’t want that. At the end of the day, Satan was one of his brothers and he loved him just as much as all the others.

He knocked quietly on the door. “Satan, it’s Lucifer.”

There was thankfully nothing thrown at the door this time. “Is it alright if I come in? I want to talk.”

There was still no answer. Lucifer frowned and tested the door. It was unlocked this time, which he took as an improvement.

“I’m coming in,” he called and opened the door.

The room was full of books, stacks of them spilling off the shelves. Lucifer wended his way through them until he got to Satan’s bed where a pile of blankets was bundled in the center.

Lucifer sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you awake, Satan?”

There was a brief stirring from the blankets and Lucifer took that as confirmation. “I’m sorry I had to punish you yesterday, but you really need to work on your temper. Everyone was just concerned that they hadn’t seen you and all you did was throw books at them and tell them to go away.”

He frowned as he felt an almost imperceptible shivering coming from the blankets. Was Satan scared of him?

“Satan? Come out of the blankets.”

The demon made no move to do so and Lucifer finally reached out to peel one blanket away from his face.

Satan’s eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed. Sweat beaded on his brow as his breath came labored and wet.

Lucifer stared in alarm, quickly pressing a hand to the demon’s cheek. He was burning up.

“You’re sick,” he said in realization.

Satan’s eyes flew open briefly, fluttering in panic. He struggled, trying to swat Lucifer away.

“G-get away from me!” he whimpered. “Go away!”

“You need to cool down, let’s get some of these blankets off,” Lucifer insisted.

But Satan flailed and clawed at him, snarling as Lucifer tried to remove the blankets. “Don’t touch me! You didn’t care before, d-don’t bother pretending now!”

Lucifer was taken aback by that. “How was I supposed to know you were sick if you didn’t tell anyone?” he snapped.

Satan ignored him, body shuddering in fevered shakes.

“Have you taken any medicine?”

“How could I find any? You wouldn’t let me leave my room!” Satan croaked, before he coughed into his pillow and turned his back further on Lucifer.

The eldest demon felt his heart sink in realization. That was probably why Satan had been out in the hall last night and Lucifer had told him to go back to his room. “You should have told me.”

Satan ignored him, simply shivering, and Lucifer sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, even as he stiffened. “I’ll be back.”

He hurried out of the room, meeting Mammon in the hallway.

“Still being a little shit?”

“He’s sick,” Lucifer snapped. “I need to go pick up some medicine.”

“Oh, is there anything I can do?” Mammon asked, instantly sympathetic.

“If you could maybe put some soup together, something that would be easy on his stomach.”

Mammon nodded giving a small salute. “I got it.”

Lucifer hurried into town, buying a few items he thought would help Satan feel better. He, on the other hand, felt awful. He should have been able to tell something was wrong, that was his job after all, to look after his younger brothers. He could blame his near constant exhaustion and heavy workload, but in reality, it was because he had distanced himself from all of them. When he should have been forging stronger bonds, and new ones with Satan, he had instead pushed his brothers away.

When he was on his way home, he passed a bookshop and hesitated. He should get something in apology, something Satan would hopefully like.

After making a decision on the gift, Lucifer hurried back to the mansion and brought all the things into Satan’s room along with a cup of tea and some water and cool cloths.

Satan moaned as Lucifer started to peel away his covers. “M’cold.”

“I know you feel cold, but that’s because of the fever,” Lucifer said quietly. “We need to get you cooled off in order to lower it.”

Satan turned away in annoyance and Lucifer turned to open the bottle of medicine he’d bought, measuring out the proper amount.

“Here, can you sit up and take this? It will help with the fever.”

Satan shook his head into the pillows and Lucifer closed his eyes briefly, begging for strength, before he reached down with the intent to prop Satan up.

He squirmed away though. “Don’ touch me. Ev’rything hurts…”

“I know, fevers aren’t pleasant,” Lucifer said, his heart tugging painfully. “Here, how about this then?”

He slipped a gentle hand behind Satan’s head and shifted his pillows to prop him up a little straighter. Satan winced but didn’t protest again.

“Here, now take the medicine.”

Lucifer brought it to his lips but Satan turned his head to the side like a petulant child. “I can do it!” he snapped.

He extricated a shaking hand and tried to take the tiny cup from Lucifer, but he was shaking so much several drops spilled over his fingers.

“Satan,” Lucifer warned. “Just let me help.”

“I don’t need your help, I never did! I don’t even know why I’m here—no one likes me anyway!”

Lucifer was taken aback by that sudden admission. “Is that what you think?”

Satan angrily drank the medicine, some of it dripping down his chin which he wiped against his sleeve. “D-don’t pretend it’s not true!” he snapped. “No one ever invites me to do anything. They all just shut up and walk away when I’m around.”

Lucifer frowned as he sat on the side of the bed. “Satan, the only reason they do that is because you were so adamantly against doing anything when we first got here that you would fly into a rage when anyone so much as looked at you.”

“So it’s my fault?!”

“It’s everyone’s fault for not trying harder—especially mine,” Lucifer said quietly. “But at the end of the day, you’re our brother and we love you.”

“You’re lying!” Satan’s eyes started to glisten, his face crumpling in anger. “I don’t believe you!”

Lucifer simply reached out and pulled Satan in against his chest. The demon shuddered, trying to headbutt him and shove him away but he was quite weak from the fever at the moment.

“Let me go!” he wailed, batting at Lucifer’s ribs.

But Lucifer simply held him tighter, pressing his cheek against the top of Satan’s head. “I’m sorry we made you feel like that, that was never my intention. But I would never lie to you, Satan, especially about family—about being family. It’s very important to me, and it’s important that you know that I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

The tears began to overflow and slip down his cheeks and he finally slumped against Lucifer, exhaustion winning out. He shook and hiccupped as Lucifer rocked him gently back and forth.

“I don’t want you to feel alone here, because you’re not,” Lucifer told him. “You’re one of us.”

Satan finally pulled away, scrubbing at his face, obviously embarrassed. Lucifer opened the new box of tissues he’d gotten and handed it to the younger demon silently.

Satan blew his nose and slumped back on the bed. “This is miserable.”

“I know,” Lucifer said, taking up the cool rag he had brought and squeezing the excess water into a bowl. He settled it against Satan’s forehead and the blonde groaned lightly, eyes sliding shut.

“Can I get you anything else?” Lucifer asked.

Satan shook his head.

Lucifer stood and pulled the last item from the stuff he had bought, setting it on the bed beside Satan. “I also got you this, I thought you might like it.”

Satan shakily took up the book of silly cat comics Lucifer had picked out after some deliberation.

His eyes widened. “Wait, how…?”

Lucifer smiled. “You’re always talking about cats, I know you like them. I thought this might make you feel better.”

Satan sniffed, clutching the book tightly. “Lucifer…I’m sorry…”

“So am I,” Lucifer said. “Let’s all agree to do better, okay?”

Satan nodded and Lucifer settled a hand on his head, ruffling his hair gently.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a little bit. Mammon’s making some soup too, would you like me to bring you some when it’s finished?”

“Okay.”

Lucifer pulled a light sheet over Satan and made his way out of the room. Was he confident that peace would last forever? No. But maybe at least everyone would be a little more civil going forward.

[wimbledon2008]

really it all comes back to "peaches and plums motherfucker" and two months later quentin coldwater was dead

[karizipan]

wish I got into sumth else but no 😂🤣😂