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Satan didn’t question it when Solomon asked him to help him do something for the brothers.
Anyone knew that he was doing this to get on Lucifer’s best graces; get him to form a pact.
So Satan agreed. He didn’t mind it. Honestly he was glad to help his friend.
“So, what am I helping you with?” Satan asked while gathering all the ingredients for the potion.
“You’ll see,” Solomon answered criptidly, taking the ingredients from his arms.
Satan didn’t mind the answer, he knew the surprise must be good. Or at least, something he thought was good enough to impress Lucifer.
Satan was just glad to help Solomon, he might learn a new curse he could use on Lucifer.
The day came when Solomon showed the gift he made.
All the brothers were sitting around their living room with varying degrees of excitement.
“Well,” Solomon clapped his hands, catching everyone’s attention, “I gathered all of you here to present you this.”
Solomon showed a covered painting.
“Uh… thanks?” Mammon scoffed. Levi snickered beside him.
Solomon simply smiled, and pulled the sheet.
Silence.
Eerie silence filled the room.
The painting was the same size as all the brothers’ portraits. It had the same frame and even the same painting style. The portrait wore the same RAD clothes as all the brothers.
The portrait had the same blue eyes as Satan, as well as blonde hair. Even the same smile, except this one had actual kindness in it.
The difference was the long hair, and less angular face.
Satan looked at the brothers, confused as to who the person was, and why the brothers stopped talking.
Lucifer’s jaw was clenched and hands in tight fists.
Mammon was no longer smiling and wore a distant look in his eyes.
Levi looked serious, his eyes hardened with an emotion Satan couldn't place.
Asmo’s eyes were filled with shock and a hand over his mouth.
Beel had tears streaming down his cheeks.
Belphie held his pillow with a tight grip, a look of anger in his eyes.
“… Guys?” Satan spoke, getting more and more confused by the second, “who is she?”
Lucifer flickered his eyes from him to the portrait.
“Tell me what is going on,” Satan demanded, getting angrier by the second for being ignored.
Lucifer opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and opened it again as he closed his eyes.
“Satan,” he said in an unnaturally soft voice, “that’s… that’s Lilith.”
A choked sob escaped Beel’s mouth.
Belphie and Asmo immediately went to his side and held him, shedding tears as well.
Levi and Mammon looked anywhere but the portrait, guilt laced in their expressions.
“Oh. Oh. Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just-“ Solomon started saying, guilt heavy in his voice, “I’ll take it back, I-“
“Leave,” Lucifer said quietly.
Solomon didn’t stay any further, he grabbed his things, but as he was about to take the portrait with him, Beel spoke.
“Don’t. Leave it.”
Solomon nodded and left, not before sending an apologetic look at them that went unnoticed.
Satan stared at the painting.
He was, quite frankly, spooked by the way she looked a lot like him. She even had the same smile, albeit, this one looked real.
And then it dawned on him.
She didn’t look like him.
He looked like her .
He had her eyes, her hair, her smile, and Diavolo knows what else.
He looked too similar to her to be a simple coincidence.
It couldn't be a simple coincidence.
It isn't.
“Satan,” Lucifer said, in that same soft voice. He could see what he was thinking.
But he didn’t answer him. He simply walked away, sparing not a single look his way.
The house was eerily quiet, except for the sounds of furniture breaking and frustrated screams.
The brothers sans Satan were sitting in the living room, wincing everytime Satan's voice would echo throughout the house.
"... I should have told him," Asmo began quietly. He had stopped crying, but his eyes were still glossy with tears.
"Asmo… " Belphie said, still holding Beel in his arms. Beel was still letting out small sniffles every now and then.
"We agreed to not tell Satan about it, that's why we cursed his memories to forget what she looked like. All of you did what you should have done," Lucifer spoke in a cold tone.
"Lucifer," Levi warned, wincing at his tone.
"Satan didn't need to know about her," Lucifer continued, ignoring Levi, " you did good in not revealing anything about her."
"Like hell he didn't need to know," Mammon grumbled.
"What did you say?"
"I said, like hell he didn't need to know. He is our brother. He needed to know about his family!"
"Mammon," Levi tried to stop him from talking, but he ignored him.
"Why did we even hide it from him? Why didn't we tell him?"
"You know how Satan feels about the fact he was born from my anger, Mammon. That is proof enough he wouldn't have taken it well. This ," Lucifer paused to let Satan's scream echo in the room, "is the reason why we didn't tell him."
"At least he would have had time to digest it, instead of being told by some stupid painting!"
"Mammon."
"Why did we even listen to ya?! It would have been better if we had just not listened! "
" Mammon. "
"You weren't the one to properly raise him anyway!"
"Mammon that is enough!" In a moment Lucifer was in his demon form, his voice bellowing through the room, "I won't have you talk to me that way. Get out. Now ."
Mammon stared at him with wide eyes.
His eyes narrowed and his hands tightened into fist, his jaw clenched.
For a moment the room felt cold as the two eldest brothers stared at each other, the younger brothers watching the normally cowardly Mammon hold his ground.
Yet that moment didn't last. Mammon looked away first, an emotion that can only be described as simmering anger in his eyes.
And even when Mammon left the room with his head hung low, seemingly having lost the stare off, with Levi at his side chiding him quietly. Even when Beel left with Asmo and Belphie at his side, whispering comforting words to him. And especially when Lucifer sat down, letting his head drop in hands.
They all knew Mammon was right.
"Satan! Brother dear, open your door, I want to fix your nail polish!" Asmo called out outside his room, holding in hands green nail polish.
Asmo and Satan had this mutual understanding.
Whenever Asmo asked to fix his nail polish, it meant that he wanted to help Satan calm down by distracting him and talking his ear off.
Whenever Satan agreed to let him test new makeup on him, it meant that he wanted to distract Asmo from his insecurities.
Even though Asmo couldn't raise Satan as much as the others, he had the closest connection with him than anyone else.
They were each other's favorite after all.
He would be damned if he left Satan to his own devices when he needed comfort.
Asmo hoped that he could talk Satan into understanding their side of the story.
"Fuck off Asmo," Satan said from within his room. Asmo didn't have it in him to make a joke.
"Satan-"
"Go away, Asmodeus."
Asmo stood in front of the door, thinking about what he could say to him.
"I wanted to tell you, there were so many times I wanted to tell you, but I never found the right time, and I'm sorry for it. You deserved to learn the truth. We just… never found the right time."
"So you decided to use that time to treat me like Lilith?"
"No, Satan that's-"
"So you painted my nails like Lilith? Put makeup on me like her? Gossiped to me like you did with her? Admit it already, you just did things with me like you did with her because you thought of me as her. Hell, I bet she was your favorite too! You just found the next best thing to replace the empty she left like you do with everything else that hurt you!"
Asmo bit his trembling lip.
He knew that no matter what he said to Satan, he wouldn't listen.
No matter how many times Asmo told him that no, he never did any of that with Lilith, he never once put makeup on her, painted her nails, or gossiped with her, like he did with Satan.
Asmo loved Lilith, that much is true. It pained him when she died, especially considering how he never had the opportunity to be close to her, like an older brother would. But that doesn't matter. Because no matter how many times he wished she was alive, he never once thought of Satan as Lilith.
If anything, if Lilith were still alive, Asmo would still be closer with Satan.
Because Asmo's favorite brother will always, always , be Satan.
No one can ever change that.
But Asmo knew that if he ever said any of that, Satan would not listen.
"I'll leave the nail polish outside, in case you want to paint your nails yourself. And if you have any trouble, call me," Asmo tried to put on the most cheery and level voice. He left the nail polish beside the door and walked away, biting his tears away.
Satan remembered the first time Asmo painted his nails. At first glance it looked like an insignificant moment, but for them it was the first time they just clicked.
He remembered all the trips to the stores he did with Asmo because he just liked having him around.
He remembered finding in Asmo's phone candid photos of the brothers, with Satan's in a folder titled 'Second best looking of the brothers<3'.
He remembered venting to Asmo and Asmo to him, wiping each other's tears away with laughter.
"As if I could paint my nails now…" Satan muttered to himself while lying down on his bed, staring at the big blotch of blood in his sheet underneath his bloodied nailless fingers.
The pain of looking at his nails and imagining Asmo painting Lilith's nails the same way was too much to bear.
Beel balanced the tray of food in his hands as he knocked on Satan's door.
"Satan? I brought you food," Beel suppressed as hard as he could the growl in his stomach.
"I don't want it."
Beel gripped the sides of the tray.
He remembered how painful it was for him to eat when he fell. It was the only thing he could do yet at the same time the loss of Lilith was still fresh. He felt undeserving of eating when Lilith couldn't eat.
And when Satan came along and became as knowledgeable as he is now, he talked Beel into eating alongside Belphie.
Beel needed to be there for Satan like he was for him.
"You need to eat something, at least an apple," Beel reasoned.
"I said I don't want it, Beelzebub."
"Satan-"
"What? You don't want the clone of Lilith to malnourished himself? Don't want to get another replacement?"
Beel's heart broke at his words.
Every brother knew that Satan's anger made him say things he doesn't mean. He says hurtful things in the heat of the moment.
Beel knew that Satan was angry. But he also knew that Satan was speaking from the heart.
"I left your food outside," Beel whispered, walking away as quickly as he could.
Satan didn't bother doing anything, he wasn't in any mood to eat food, especially something made by Beel.
Beel would always cook everyone's favorite foods, and without fail he would try as hard as he could to make Satan's cat shaped.
Beel would always say he missed making Lilith's favorite food for her.
In the darkness of his room, only Satan's broken voice could be heard.
"Did you cook me her favorite foods… ?"
Belphie huffed as he picked Satan's lock quietly.
Belphie really didn't want to deal with this, fatigue already getting to him as he failed to turn the lock once again.
But then he remembered how Beel came back, eyes full of tears, telling him what Satan said. How Asmo looked heartbroken, and would just shake his head in response to any question.
And that gave him energy to try again.
In one of those attempts he managed to get the door open, he sneaked quietly through the room, searching for Satan.
Belphie wasn't big on words, napping with someone always seemed to do the job anyway.
"How did you get in?"
Belphie jumped and turned his head towards the voice.
Satan was sitting on his bed, staring him dead on.
Belphie huffed once more and stood up to his full height.
He couldn't see Satan's face very well, he was sitting in a way that the light hit the back of his head and shadowed his face.
Even if he wasn't one to be big on comfort, he still wanted to be able to look at Satan properly to be able to help him.
"It doesn't matter," Belphie replied, walking towards his bed.
"Yeah, a lot of things apparently don't matter."
Belphie fought against his instinct to roll his eyes.
"We were going to tell you eventually," even if he said it in a lazy tone, he still meant what he said.
"When is 'eventually' exactly, Belphegor?"
"Satan-"
"No! Answer me! When is that exactly?"
"We just never found the right time-"
"There have been plenty of right times!"
"Why is this affecting you so much anyway? It's not like you looking like Lilith changes much anyway. Besides, haven't we made it very clear that we think of you as Satan, not anything else?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Then explain it to me, Satan, since this sounds like just another fit you're having,"this time, Belphie rolled his eyes.
"It's the fact that none of you can't seem to think of me as anything but a second Lilith! I am just her replacement! That's what I will always be, won't I? First Lucifer and now Lilith! What, now when another sibling loses themself or dies, I'm supposed to be the replacement? Why can't none of you fucking move on already? She is dead! Why did I have to be born just to replace someone just because you dipshits were feeling too guilty to move on?! No wonder she died! None of you care enough about anything but how hurt you are, disregarding everyone else in the way!"
Belphie stared at Satan with wide eyes.
He had to remind himself that it was Satan's anger talking.
Yet his heart throbbed with pain.
He wished he was stronger, maybe then he would have been able to protect himself back then. He wished he was gentler, maybe then he could be comforting to those hurt around him.
He wished above all else to be able to protect his younger sibling, for he was too afraid to lose another one.
Not because Satan looked like Lilith, but because Satan was his brother. And he loved his brothers above all else.
"... I hope this helps you get a wink of sleep at least," Belphie said instead, leaving his cow printed pillow on a table, "staying awake out of anger isn't good for you."
He heard Satan scoff.
Belphie walked away with his heart heavy.
If only he could tell him he cares about him. If only he could tell him he would care about him even if Lilith didn't exist.
But here he was, walking away unable to say a single thing.
Hearing the door close, Satan grabbed the pillow and was about to rip it apart, but no matter how much he tried he couldn't tear it.
He felt a small hint of Lucifer's curse within the pillow, possibly making it impossible to destroy.
As he held it in his hands, he remembered the times Belphie would go to his room and sleep in any chair, because apparently his room was calming.
He remembered the time Belphie slept in his lap because he found it comfortable.
He remembered the times Belphie would go along with his schemes to prank Lucifer, when clearly he was doing it to supervise him.
He threw the pillow away, not caring where it landed, his heart heavy with the idea that Belphie did all of that with Lilith too.
Levi knocked on Satan's door, holding under his arm a Battlefield game board.
Levi never took care of Satan like Mammon and Lucifer did. Of course he did what he could, teaching Satan what he could about the world.
But in the end, Mammon taught him his morals, and Lucifer his conduct. Levi just gave him his love for books.
"Go away," Satan called out from within his room.
It's me, Levi knocked in morse code.
He knew Satan understood it. He was the one that taught him morse code.
"I said go away."
Satan, you can talk to me .
"As if I've ever talked to you ."
Levi gripped the board game.
A stab of jealousy went through him in that moment.
It was not fair .
He was his older sibling too.
It was not fair that Asmo, Beel and Belphie got to be closer to Satan than him.
It was not fair that Mammon got to raise Satan better than him.
It was not fair that even Lucifer got to raise Satan better than him.
It was not fair that Levi never got to be an older brother for any of his siblings.
Not even over a game of Battlefield? Levi knocked.
"I know what you are doing, Leviathan."
Satan-
"You weren't even there for me, not once. What makes you think now you can waltz into my life to make yourself feel better?"
This isn't about me Satan-
"With you, everything is about yourself. Always about how things aren't fair, how you want more. Have you ever thought about anything else but yourself, Leviathan? Or are you so selfish that you can't see how up your ass you are?!"
You are right, Satan , Levi knocked after a few moments.
"... "
I do care about how things aren't fair for me, and it sucks, because it's not something I want to think about, it's my sin talking.
"You're making excuses for yourself."
Maybe I am. It doesn't change the fact that I do want to talk to you.
"Why?"
You're my brother.
"That isn't the correct answer."
Satan-
"The correct answer is, 'Because I never got to take care of Lilith, so I am taking care of you because you are my second chance at taking care of her.' That's it isn't it? I am here to replace the affection you could have given Lilith!"
No, that's not-
"It is! You didn't even raise me at all! What a good fucking big brother you are, huh?! Fuck off already, since clearly you have never wanted to care about me at all! Of anyone for that matter!"
In moments where a surge of jealousy would arise, guilt took over Levi.
He never did take care of anyone, not even in the Celestial Realm.
He never got to be as close to Lilith like everyone else.
He wasn't close to Satan now.
He thought back about being actually close to anyone, about being anyone's favorite.
But he never was.
"Sorry, if only I wasn't a gross yucky otaku then maybe I could be a better brother for you," Levi chuckled out loud, "if you feel better you can always drop by my room to play, no password for you."
Levi rested his forehead against the door.
I'll be your Henry, if you ever need me to be, he tapped.
Hearing no response, he sighed and left.
Satan stared at his door, before looking at his array of books, or well, the ones he didn't destroy.
He remembered how Levi got excited when he found out that Satan enjoyed the Sherlock Holmes books he gave him.
He remembered how Levi bought every puzzle and detective game for Satan to play, although he never got around to.
He remembered how Levi would be annoyed when Satan would win in games, but would always have a small glint of pride and joy in his eyes.
He grabbed a book and threw it at another bookshelf.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey Satan!" Mammon poked Satan's cheek, in his hands a paper plate full of food.
"Come on, it's been five days, ya need to eat at least one full meal instead of just bites."
He kept poking Satan's cheek, till he slapped his hand away.
"Fuck off, Mammon," he growled out as a warning.
"Not till ya eat," he placed a paper plate above one of the nearby stacks of books.
"I don't want to eat," Satan said slowly, his anger present in every word.
"Hm, tough luck," Mammon grabbed a chair that looked the least destroyed and sat down near Satan.
He growled one last time and threw a book at Mammon, hitting him straight to the face.
"O-ow," he rubbed his forehead, already feeling a bruise forming.
Satan glared at him with bloodshot eyes, ready to jump and beat him.
Mammon didn't move. He knows that glare too well.
He remembered how that was the only expression Satan would make before, when he was too confused to understand why he only felt anger, why it hurt him so much, how much it pained him to not be able to enjoy things.
When one is born only knowing anger, how can they understand anything else that isn't that?
Satan got up from his bed ready to throw a punch, but Mammon was faster.
Mammon stood up and quickly turned into his demon form to lighten his blow.
In his human form Mammon was shorter than Satan, in his demon form though, he was taller than him even if he was in his demon form.
Satan punched Mammon's chest angrily, each punch losing strength as his vision blurred with tears.
"'Tan," Mammon said in a soft voice, a voice that Satan hadn't heard since the first thousands of years he was born.
Tears started to fall down his cheeks.
"Shut up!" Satan blubbered out, his voice cracking with every syllable.
"It's ok 'Tan."
"Stop talking!"
"You can talk to me-"
"No! I can't!"
"Why not-"
"Because you lied to me! You told me you wouldn't lie to me, but you always do! You told me you wouldn't keep anything from me but you keep everything from me!" Satan sobbed out, "You promised me! You promised me I could trust you! This is your fault! I fucking hate you!"
Satan turned into his demon form and shoved Mammon with all his might, throwing him into a stack of books, making them fall on top of him.
"Get out," Satan growled, his eyes glowing green as he glared at Mammon who was laying in the ground, weakly pushing books off him.
Lucifer, Mammon and Levi took on the job of raising Satan when he was born.
Even though Satan was born with Lucifer's memories and an already adult body, his mental age was too young to understand anything.
So Levi took on the job of figuring out his interests, ways to figure out how to deal with his anger easier.
Lucifer took on the job of teaching him how to behave, even though he didn't have enough time to do so every day, he still managed to make Satan a well mannered demon.
Mammon took on the job of teaching him how to be kind.
He taught him what was wrong, and what was right, and slowly he too taught everyone how to talk him down of having a fit of rage.
He was the one that taught him how to feel more than anger.
He was the one to see Satan's narrowed eyes light up and his scowl turn into a wide smile for the first time.
And even when Satan no longer talked to him like before, he never forgot any of it.
For those reasons, he feels the most guilt.
He knew that it was wrong to hide the fact Satan looked like Lilith, but he still hid it from him, hurting him in the process.
Even when he promised him many years ago he wouldn't.
He did this.
Mammon managed to stand up, and he thought about trying to order the books back in place, but one glance told him Satan didn't want him around.
"Eat your food, ok?" Mammon said, his eyes filling up with tears slowly, betraying the soft smile on his face.
He walked out of the room and was about to close it himself, but Satan slammed it before he could.
Satan ran back to his bed, covering himself completely with his blanket, and forced his eyes shut, trying desperately to sleep away the image of Mammon playing with Lilith's hair while humming, like he used to do with him to calm him down.
"Good evening, it seems you slept the whole day away yesterday," Lucifer's cold tone filled the room as Satan woke up.
Satan immediately got into a defensive stance, ready to throw either a book or a punch at him.
"So much for 'precious manuscripts'," Lucifer muttered while looking around the destroyed room, ignoring Satan's obvious hostility.
" You are not welcome here," Satan growled.
Lucifer simply gave him an unamused look.
"Is anyone but you welcome here then?" Lucifer mused, a slight smirk on his face.
Satan didn't waste a second to throw a punch at Lucifer, but like always, he stopped the punch with his palm and held it there.
"Let go!" Satan yelled, trying to get him to let go of his hand.
Lucifer didn't move an inch.
"I said let go!" Satan yelled even louder, transforming into his demon form.
Seeing that his hand was still being held in place, he used his tail to attack.
But just like his tail, Lucifer held it in place.
"Let go!"
If anything, he held it tighter.
"Let go!"
He looked at him with a blank stare.
"Let go already!"
Even when used his free hand to scratch, even though he had no nails, at his forearms, he still didn't let go.
"I SAID LET GO!"
He threw punches, kicks and scratches his way.
He tried headbutting his chest into pushing away but nothing.
He yelled incoherently for a while, and Lucifer still held onto his hand and tail with an expressionless stare.
Or it was, till he heard Satan start sobbing.
"Let go… Just leave me alone… I don't want you around…" Satan hiccuped, with a slight defeated tone in his voice.
Lucifer's expression faltered for a second, but didn't let it show.
He tried moving Satan closer but that made him look at him straight in the eyes.
"Get away from me!" Satan yelled.
His bloodshot eyes were spilling tears, hiccuping every other second. And yet they were filled with unwavering rage.
Lucifer held him by his forearm, moving him closer to him.
"No! Fuck off! I don't want you near me! Let me go already!" Satan pulled as much as he could, straining his arm and tail in the process.
"Satan," Lucifer started, with the same soft tone as before, but Satan cut him off.
"NO! You don't get to talk to me that way! If it weren't for you I wouldn't have to deal with your baggage! I wouldn't have to deal with asking myself if what I like and want is truly something I want, not something you want and like! But that was when I was just a copy of you, and now I am also a copy of Lilith?! Now I have to wonder if I am just like Lilith! What's left, Lucifer?! What other secret did you hide from me?! What other thing am I a replacement for?! This is your fault! I hate you! I fucking hate you, you hear me?! You did this to me! It was fucking obvious from the start that you will never love me! You'll just keep on loving Lilith instead of me!"
In a blink of an eye, Satan was engulfed by a pair of arms.
Satan went still.
Lucifer rested his cheek on the top of his head, not knowing when he transformed back to his human form.
Lucifer held Satan's head close to his chest.
"The day I lost Lilith was the worst day of my life, I felt like I failed as an older brother, and I most likely did," Lucifer spoke very softly, "but I would never want her back if it meant losing you."
Satan started shaking slightly.
"You looking like her was- is a coincidence. I didn't make you with any image in mind. I would never have made you look like her deliberately."
Satan started breathing heavily.
"I never once loved you like I loved her, I will never love anyone like I loved her, but I also will never love you like I will love anyone else."
Satan grasped Lucifer's waistcoat tightly.
"We all love you, Satan, regardless of the likeness you have to her. We all love you because you are our brother."
Satan buried his face into Lucifer's chest.
"We love you because you are the seventh born and fourth strongest. We love you because you are smart and intuitive. We love you because you are thoughtful and observant. We love you because you are obsessed with cats and get angry very easily. We love you because you can be very childish and mischievous. We love you because you are you , Satan."
And that's what made Satan breakdown into tears.
Lucifer traced circles into Satan's back and nape, rocking both of them slightly.
Lucifer remembered the times he would dote on Lilith, how even though it was wrong to let her go to the Human Realm he would still let her, even going as far as covering for her.
If only Lucifer hadn't done any of that, maybe they would still be in the Celestial Realm
But after falling, Lucifer has realized that even if his life has become paperwork after paperwork, having to get his brothers in line, and having to assist endless events that Diavolo has organized, his life has never been better.
So as much as he blamed himself for Lilith's death, and as much as he hated thinking about the fall, he doesn't regret making Satan.
Satan was born out of his anger towards God.
Satan was the reminder that they made the right choice.
Lucifer draped his coat over Satan's shoulders like a blanket, and effortlessly picked him up.
In his arms, Satan no longer looked like a powerful demon, but a mere child that just wanted comfort.
Lucifer walked out of the room and into the hall, making Satan's wails alert everyone else.
Everyone peaked out of their rooms to see Lucifer carrying Satan to his own room.
They simply let a small relieved sigh, a soft smile forming on their faces as they went to do something elsewhere.
Lucifer arrived at his room, and laid Satan down on his bed.
He took off his shoes and laid next to him, holding Satan close to him again.
Satan was no longer wailing, but he was instead sobbing quietly.
The warmth of Lucifer's coat and arms slowly but surely lulled him to sleep.
When he woke up his head ached and his eyes burned slightly.
He was about to fully sit up but two pairs of arms around him stopped him.
He looked around to see his brothers fast asleep on the bed with him.
The pair of arms engulfing him were Lucifer's and Mammon's, with Levi and Asmo next to Lucifer, and Belphie and Beel next to Mammon.
He then noticed that his fingers were neatly bandaged, and that next to his hands was a small tupperware containing a slice of red apple pie.
He hesitantly held it, and when his stomach growled he didn't waste a moment opening it and eating the slice.
For a second he thought about the fact he might leave crumbs on Lucifer's bed… but that's something his dear brother will have to deal with in the future.
As well as the fact Satan will have to apologize for saying all those horrible things to them.
For now though, he will stay in bed, with Lucifer's coat covering him like a blanket, and his brothers sleeping next to him, who might not be related to him by blood, but make him feel love despite all the rage that lives within him.
And that is the one thing where Lilith and him will never be the same.