𝕆𝔹𝔼𝕐 𝕄𝔼 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊; 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝🦋

📖𝕊𝔸𝕋𝔸ℕ𝕩𝔾ℕ!𝕄ℂ - ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ

Satan watched on as you lay,
your chest lifting and lowering slower and slower with every minute passing,
Beel holding you in his arms as if you were the most delicate thing he had ever held.
You were on the verge of death: you were dying right in front of him.
Think, think, think Satan...
He should know what to do.
He's read numerous books on spells and potions of all sorts,
why must his brain go numb at this very second when you needed his assistance the most?

His emotions clouded his brain,
his thoughts drowning out Beel's whispers to you,
for once the demon of wrath wasn't as smart or as cocky as he normally was.
He felt useless.
You were dying,
and he never got to tell you he loved you.
He never got to take you to the cat cafe downtown,
or read his favourite book to you,
or watch his favourite film with you,
or pull that elaborate plan he'd been conjuring up for weeks now on Lucifer-

Everything was coming to an end for you.

It was too soon, in his mind, he knew mortals were weak and didn't live long, but this wasn't right.

Slowly, he sunk to his knees before you,
softly taking you from Beel's embrace
and ignoring his brothers pleading puppy eyes:
Satan wanted to be the last thing, the last voice you heard.
Maybe it was selfish,
but so what.
He loved you, and he wanted you to know that.

Thankfully, Beel took the hint as his brother tugged you out of his strong arms,
and scampered off to alert the others,
giving you and Satan some time alone during your last moments.

Slowly and cautiously,
he moved his left hand up to your face,
gently caressing your cheek as if it was made of the finest China.
Your face was porcelain white: you were a doll, a beautiful one at that, as you lay upon your deathbed in his arms.
His hand traced down your jawline then down your neck, shoulder,
to your elbow then your hand,
his fingertips brushing over your clothing oh so delicately.
Gently, he lifted your hand up and held it in his,
a sad but genuine smile tugging at his lips as he felt you lightly squeeze his hand.
He brought it closer to his face,
gently pressing kisses to what little was exposed of your palm.

"I'm so sorry you had to go like this... I can't even fathom how petrified and how much pain you're in right now..."

Holding back tears,
he tightened his grip on your hand,
pressing it closer to his face,
words muffled against your hand.

"But please remember that we love you: and it's a shame I'm saying this at the only time you can't respond, but I love you. Truly and dearly."

Satan's hand started trembling in yours now,
salty tears slowly dripping down his face and onto your stained clothing.
He pulled your body closer to his,
so that you were resting in his right arm and on his lap,
your face inches from his.

"I promise you.."

His voice lightened and he moved his face closer to yours,
caressing your shoulder with his free right hand as if to provide you with more comfort.

"We will meet again, my love. I won't stop until I have you by my side again, so don't be scared, go whenever you need to now..."

He rested his nose against yours lightly,
watching intently as your lips slightly parted.

Satan figured his words must've helped you during your send off,
as your chest stopped moving altogether.
Lips quivering,
he pressed a small but passionate kiss against your scarlet lips,
lingering.

He would find you again,
and bring you to his side,
nothing within all 3 realms would stop him from doing so.

He needed you.