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Satan slowly blinked as his vision slowly began to clear. His head was throbbing but it was bearable.
When he barely managed to sit up, the door opened and a brunette man entered. "Satan!" Shouted the man in excitement and joy in his eyes. But Satan wasn't able to recognize who he was or know this 'Satan' he called was. So he just stayed silent as the man walked up to him and started caressing his cheek. But he slapped away his hand.
"I'm sorry but who are you?" He asked. Clearly irritated and mad.
"W-what?"
"You heard me. Who are you?"
The brunette apologized as he slowly distanced himself from Satan. Not long after, his sobs can be heard.
Satan started to feel bad, realizing that he was being unnecessarily mean when the man looked like he really cared.