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💚Afternoon Nap • Satan [Prompt 2]💚

Summary
Satan calls MC (they/them) for help after finding himself in a predicament with a cat.

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It was a delightfully calm Summer Afternoon, with no work to do, and a bright Devildom moon shining through MC's window. Small specks of dust occasionally flitted in the beam of light, drifting down to the dark wood floor below.

MC had just finished watering the plants in their room, and began going to the kitchen to get something to drink.

...Until their phone started to ding like an alarm. They ignored the first two notifications, but after counting three more, they thought it could be an emergency.

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Satan: "Hey"

Satan: "I need some urgent help in my room."

Satan: "Don't make any sudden movements or sounds, though."

Satan: "And don't let Lucifer see you."

Satan: "Please."

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So MC hurried over to Satan's room, his erratic texts deeply concerning them.

When they slipped through the door, they expected to witness a catastrophe of sorts. But Satan was perfectly fine, and relaxing on his bed with a cozy blanket.

"Hey, I'm so glad you made it," he softly greeted.

They stared at him incredulously, hands on their hips. "What the were the texts about?!" They said, speaking in a whisper-shout.

"Oh! Well, you see..." He glanced down to his legs. "I can't get up."

He then removed his blanket to reveal a gigantic tabby cat sitting on his lap.

"My Legs fell asleep about an hour ago, but I thought I should wait it out." He explained. "I mean, I can't wake a cat from its afternoon nap... that would be unspeakable!"

MC just stared at him, and the restful creature. "...Since when do you have a cat?" They couldn't tell if its sheer size was because it was demonic, or because it had been eating a lot, or both. Either way, it seemed like a difficult secret to hide. "And how has no one found out about it?"

Satan waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Dunno, It just wandered into the garden, and it seemed like it needed help." He gave it a gentle pat before continuing. "Anyway, I just finished this book, and the next one is on that shelf to your left... could you get it for me?"

MC turned to the dark looming shelf next to them, filled with hundreds of books which had been shoved in and stacked on top of each other in every possible way.

"Which one is it?" They warily asked.

"The purple one."

They reached for a the first purple book they saw, its golden-lined pages catching their eye.

"No, the other purple one." Satan interjected.

His description did nothing to narrow their search, since there were about a couple dozen purple books crammed in the shelf.

"What's it called?"

"The Kindness of Thorns."

They skimmed the selection, at last finding the novel Satan needed.

Unfortunately, it was sandwiched right at the bottom of a gigantic stack of other books. "There's no way I can get that," they said.

"Don't worry, I'll use my magic to prevent anything from falling onto you."

They sighed, giving him a pointed look. "Fine. But if this pillar of books falls on me and I die, that's on you."

Carefully gripping the book's spine, they started to slowly wedge it out of the shelf while bracing a hand against the rest of the pile.

Once it was about halfway out, they yanked it with a quick tug. Some books inevitably toppled down towards them, and they threw their arms above their head as a shield.

They waited to hear a thud to signify that the books had hit the ground, but it never came. They slowly let their arms come back to their sides, noticing that the books were lightly floating in the air.

"Oh," they blankly uttered.

"See? I wouldn't let harm befall you on my watch," Satan told them.

They stepped towards his bedside, dangling the book just out of his reach. "So, you called me here just to hand you a book?"

"It's a really good series," he insisted. "You can borrow it if you'd like?"

They raised an eyebrow, still unconvinced. Though once their gaze drifted down to the cat sleeping happily in his lap, they decided to forgive him.

"...Alright. But I want you to buy me a drink from that new animal Café tomorrow."

"Gladly," he grinned.

At last, they handed him the book, content with the bargain they'd struck up. Somehow, the cat had slept through it all.

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POV: the last thing you see before getting crushed by a tower of books.