Satan's fingers gently skim the spines of the old, leather books. He bites his lip, unsure of what to read. His finger stops at a thick book, and he pulls it out. It's a book titled, 'Memoirs of the Devildom'. He's surprised to see it says below the title, 'By, Y/N!' He settles down into a plush arm chair and flips open the cover.
A/N- the coming pictures are memories of Y/N. i don't own any of the following pictures, the owners are credited below. they are all very talented artists, and i suggest checking out their pages!
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Satan shuts the book, tearing up. Satan takes a deep breath and puts the book back on the shelf, his hand lingering there for a while. Satan's eyebrows furrow and he leaves the library.
"Hahahaha!" Satan hears a high-pitched laugh. He makes his way to the hall, where the laugh emitted from.
"And then what happened?" Erina's sitting there... in Y/N's seat. He makes his way over to the table and clears his throat from behind Erina. Mammon, who seemed to be in the middle of telling a story, stops.
"Hey, Satan! Sit down. I'm telling her about the time we pranked Lucifer."
Lucifer narrows his eyes. "It wasn't that big of a deal."
"Oh so now it isn't that big of a deal! Last week when you punished us, you made it seem like the end of the world!"
Satan seizes the chair Erina's in. She looks up at him. "Hi, Satan. Can I help you?"
"Yes. Get out of this seat."
Erina chuckles. "Oh sorry, is this your seat?" She stands up and goes to sit in Satan's usual seat.
"No, that's my seat."
Erina lets go of the chair. "Then where do I sit?"
"On the floor. Or you can stand." Satan says snarkily as he sits in his own seat.
Erina blinks and turns to Lucifer. "Why can't I sit there?"
Lucifer waves his hand dismissively. "Someone special to him used to sit there."
Satan stand up, slamming the table. "Are you kidding? Wasn't she special to you at all? You guys act like she never existed!" He storms out of the dining room. He seems to be storming out of places a lot recently.
