![]() Satan, you are the literal avatar of wrath, I know how much pressure you endure to keep your sin in check but it just does more harm than good. Mentally drained from this conversation, you didn’t have it in you to be nice and sugarcoat it like you always did. Suddenly a flurry of questions spilled from his lips, “Why do you speak to me as if I’m crazy? Like I’m a ticking time bomb waiting to go off? Why are you walking on eggshells around me?”. You need time to cool off and when you do then we can have a conversation about this.” You say trying to pull your wrist from his grip but it only tightened. “Where are you going?” He asked the waver in his voice evident. The blonde grasped your wrist, preventing you from leaving. Especially when you know it’ll just spiral out of control. You knew there was no reasoning with him when he’s like this, and you didn’t have the energy to fight with him. I wouldn’t be a good partner if I did that.” You explained, moving towards the door to leave. I refuse to blindly be on your side when you are so clearly in the wrong. Looking into his emerald eyes, you could see all his emotions the hurt, the wrath, all of it. “Exactly! You’re my partner, you should agree with me!”īy now the two of you were face to face with barely any space in between. “I’m not on his side, I’m not on any side!” “So holding your partner accountable for their actions means you don’t understand them?” You inquired rhetorically, “It is seriously so insulting that you even suggested that I don’t understand you, when you know damn well we wouldn’t be together if I didn’t.” You expressed your voice gradually getting louder. You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You know, out of everyone, I would’ve expected my own partner to understand me and where I’m coming from.” Satan claimed, crossing his arms over his chest. ![]() You went back to cleaning after a minute of silence. You watched as he struggled to come up with any other reason for his behavior and that alone told you all you needed to know. You cut him off, “ Without using Lucifer as your scapegoat.” You added. Now it was Satan’s turn to scoff, “You know Lucifer-” He started. “Nobody’s patronizing you, answer the question.” You scoffed in disbelief, “Let me ask you a question, how would you describe what just happened? Here’s a better one: Why are you throwing books? Are you five?” You asked, turning to face him. Satan furrowed his eyebrows, “Okay, first off I didn’t have a “meltdown” and that book wasn’t supposed to hit you.” He defended. Unfortunately, this time your room and I were collateral damage.” You state, your tone heavily annoyed. You had another meltdown when things didn’t go your way. You picked up another book, “There’s nothing to say.” You responded curtly, “We’ve been through this song and dance before. “Can you please say something?” Satan pleaded as he subconsciously wringed his hands, a telltale sign he was nervous. The silence continued to linger until it was broken once again. But the stinging cut on your cheek reminded you otherwise. All while he stood quietly at the door, from your peripheral vision he seemed so small. You picked up books and returned them to their original places, Satan’s weird method of organizing already memorized. Moving past your boyfriend, you entered his room and started cleaning up the whirlwind of books that were scattered everywhere from his latest tantrum. ![]() The white-haired demon’s eyes flickered from Satan to you, “Call me later.” He requested, deciding to choose life and not enrage his brother further. “They said they were fine, right? So drop it.” Satan commanded, his face seemingly void of any emotion but the rage behind it was undeniable. ![]() As he opened mouth again to make sure you were absolutely okay, another voice joined the conversation. But in true Mammon fashion, he wasn’t going to just drop it. You were one more “are you okay?” away from bursting into tears. You stated firmly, your eyes begging for him to drop it. Mammon, a bystander in all of this, broke the silence. It was as if the House of Lamentation came to a complete and utter standstill, which was saying something considering the place is never quiet. The silence was so loud, it was damn near deafening.
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