okegom fanfic translations

midnight kisses 1 (satanick/victor)

Re-post to wattpad from Rosedarkling on ao3 !!

If there was one thing Satanick hated in the human realm, it was the fragility of mortal beings. He knew that sickness was part of the human experience as the body would fight it off to build immunity, yet he could never quite comprehend how they survived without the use of healing spells. Of course, they had medicines and other remedies, but it was a foolish waste, in Satanick’s opinion. It would be much more efficient to cast a spell and heal oneself immediately. Unfortunately, humans did not possess such powers like demons or angels. What made it even more irritating was that some humans refused treatment like the stubborn man that lie before him.

Once more, Satanick sat at the bedside of the pallid man that lie sleeping in his bed. He appeared still, yet his face was almost contorted in a grimace. Even in his sleep, he never truly got rest, did he? The dark circles underneath his closed eyes certainly hinted at another restless evening for Victor Flankenstein. Letting out a light sigh, Satanick desperately wanted to reach out to help this man. If only he would allow him to use some of his magic to help him heal up, even if ever so slightly. Victor was quite the fragile human, always getting ill. As a devil over an entire realm, Satanick knew how vital it was for a world’s citizens to be healthy to keep things functioning in one’s own personal life. He, too, had a family and affairs to take care of.

Turning to look towards his right, Satanick noticed the drooping, heavy eyelids of the girl who sat next to him in her own wooden chair. Her eyes were focused on the man in front of her, a somewhat stoic expression on her face. Victor had confided in Satanick that he was worried that his daughter never showed emotion. Well, perhaps daughters, would be more accurate. Crea was a special child, created by the father’s drive to bring his children back to life. Now, the girl remained devoted to her “creator,” watching over him the same way Satanick did. It was only natural that a child would worry about the health of their parents, yet Crea’s face did not quite show that emotion. Still, Satanick liked to think that in her own way, she was processing exactly what to feel while next to her sickly father’s bedside.

The room was silent and still except for the occasional rustling of outside leaves in the cool evening air. The moon was not at its fullest stage, and some clouds obscured it’s brightness, but it still cast enough illumination in the dark room through the window panes. A quiet, peaceful evening. Satanick hoped that Victor could experience some of this peace soon. The poor man overworked himself too much, and now his health was paying for it.

Crea’s head began to lull forward as her chin lowered to rest on her collarbone. She practically jolted herself awake when she realized this, her large green eyes widening for a moment before resuming their hooded stance from earlier. Satanick could not help but give a somewhat melancholic grin at this. The girl was trying her best to remain by her father’s side even in her own tiredness.

“Crea,” Satanick softly whispered out. Her window-like eyes now turned to look at the devil, her gaze unwavering as she acutely listened. “It’s getting late. You best be going to bed.”

The girl stared at Satanick for a few brief seconds before silently nodding. Quietly, she slid forward on her chair, her bare feet hitting the tiled floor beneath her. She gently reached out with her stitched hand, placing it on top of Victor’s as his arm lie across his stomach as he slumbered on. Both were so pale, though Satanick could not comment on that due to his own porcelain visage. The pallid completion of both of these family members was only a further reminder of Victor’s illness and Crea’s mortality that had led to her creation.

“Goodnight, Professor,” she whispered out. She did not quite squeeze his hand in comfort, but it slightly lingered there for a moment, a somewhat concerned expression on her face before turning around to head out of the bedroom. Once there, she turned to look over her right shoulder at Satanick, who kept his eyes focused on her, a comforting smile on his face. He dare not let Crea see how painfully worried he was over his dear friend. “Goodnight, Lord Devil,” she replied.