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A new yet distinct scent fills Satan's nose as he rises from his sweet and comfortable slumber. It's quite odd to smell something delightful in this household. Usually, it reeks of dead rats and stinky feet.
The scent grows more and more potent, leaving Satan at a daze. Now that he's a bit more awake, he realizes that the scent wasn't the only weird thing that popped up.
This wasn't the bed that he slept on. Nor was these the clothes he wore to bed. "What in the..." He mumbled to himself while quickly springing up, getting weirded out by this sudden change. Everything was organized and it wasn't messy. All his books were neatly placed in one corner. It felt weird... Definitely weird...
As he scans the room more, nearly turning it upside down, he hears a delightful humming sound coming from the outside. "Who is that..." he whispers to himself silently. The voice seemed familiar. It was as of he's heard it before somewhere. But...where?
Another thing that was weird is that; he didn't feel wary or even scared. Not even suspicious nor lost. But rather, it felt like he belonged here. As if there is where he's meant to be.
Finally gathering enough courage, Satan walks out of ths bedroom door to face the person that probably brought him here.
"Hello, darling. You're finally awake." The man in an apron greets him with a warm smile.
Satan didn't know who this man was. He haven't even seen his face before... probably.
"Good morning," he replies as if it was second nature. As if he's been doing this for years and his body was already used to it. It didn't feel off for him to act this way but instead, it felt like it was the right thing to do.
Despite his certainty of such things, his mind is still bombarded with questions that needed to be answering. Such as: "Who are you and why am I here suddenly?" "Is this some sort of silly prank?" "Maybe this is just a joke my brothers did?"
His mind raced with thoughts but it got interupted by the unamed man waving a hand infront of him. "Hey? Darling? You seem to be out of it today. Is there anything wrong? Are you sick?" The man's face reflected nothing but worry, making Satan feel bad about his actions despite not really knowing what this feeling was.
"Oh nothing, love. I was just thinking about how beautiful you are," Satan replies automatically again. As if he was programmed to spit out these cringe worthy sweet words.
As he spouts what he believes to be nonsense, he wraps his arms around the man infront of him, feeling his warmth and presence.
At this very moment, everything felt right. His head wasn't filled with worries and he was floating on cloud nine.
"Satan, I love you." The man whispers softly, trying to initiate a kiss as he places his hands perfectly on Satan's cheek.
His hands felt warm. Everything about him felt right and everything was just coming along together nicely.
"I love you too, Si-" he was cut off by a sudden loud noise, calling is name while everything fell down.
"SATAN WAKE UP" Yelled the voice. Leaving him jolting from bed, panting and sweating from this ugly man that woke him up in the middle of the sweetest dream he has had.
"You bastard. Ya left yer lights open! Ya could've gotten in trouble if Lucifer saw this," his brother, the most annoying one perks up, looking proud that he got his little brother out of trouble.
"Mammon. You could've just turned it off your self without waking me up."
"Oh so yer being ungrateful now?! Well I should've left you with angry Lucifer then." Mammon finally storms off the room, thinking that if he warned Satan, he would be grateful and pay him.
With Satan being left alone to deal with his own thoughts again, he recalls the dream he had last night. It was weird because he could remember everything vividly but he couldn't remember the man's face and name.
He could only sigh at the thought before closing his eyes again. Hoping to dream about the same man and a new situation but this time, he wishes that he could remember his face and name.