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The whole evening was a blur. You woke up on the floor, cold, dazed, and nauseous. Pushing yourself up onto your forearms, you looked around, stalling only when you laid eyes on your fuzzy, red lover, now a much deeper red color than before. Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw your beloved, lying lifeless on the ground. A cry was caught in your throat as you realized your vision was fading at a steady rate, you didn’t have time to ask questions before your head hit the floor, and everything as you knew it changed.
You woke up, again, although this time it wasn’t really waking up, it was more like spawning, joining someone else's video game, or maybe just walking into the wrong existence. You stumble forward, dizzy and suddenly way too warm. You felt like something was very wrong. Looking around, you see that you're no longer on the floor of the apartment you share with your lover. The room around you was decorated like a bedroom in an old porno, just without the bedroom. It looked kind of like an office, but it was way too explicit to be an office. You couldn’t see anything necessarily dirty about it but the decor just had a strangely sexual feeling to it. You couldn’t place it. Before you could ask questions, your name was called from behind the desk you swore wasn’t there a moment ago.
“Y/N? You’ll be seen now!” You stand shocked, with no idea what's happening, and scared to respond. You see a tiny, ancient woman peek over the desk, “well? We don’t have all day!” she barked.
“Yes ma’am,” You barely recognized your voice, after hearing it scream and sob for what seemed like forever. You begin to remember what had happened while following the old woman’s directions, walking down a hallway, you think to yourself about seeing your beloved die and how much it hurt, you couldn’t quite tell if it hurt at all now that you think about it. Sure you felt bad about it, but it was almost like you couldn’t feel anything other than confusion and fear. As you approach the doors at the end of the hall, which you realize were the only doors in the hall, you stop, questioning yourself and everything around you. The door in front of you opens and you see a tall, gorgeous, woman standing behind it. You glimpse past her to see another, much nicer-looking office, inside you see a large wooden desk, with a wonderfully familiar face seated in one of the velvety-looking armchairs.
“Welcome in! We’ve been waiting for you,” You look over the woman in front of you. She was beautiful, frankly, but a little off. You couldn't tell how but she just, was, almost like she looked wrong, something was just a little to the left. As you looked down, you realize what it was, she was much bigger than you, (hubba hubba) and her body wasn't quite human. She was a demon.
'Well fuck,' you thought, 'once a monster fucker, always a monster fucker!' You looked at her, then at your partner, same thought, you could tell. They sported a sly smile. You knew them too well, so you decide to take initiative, "So-" She cut you off, with a soft finger over your lips.
"They already tried," you look at your partner, a proud smile spread from ear to metaphorical ear, "and succeeded…" she sighed, a little defeated. You look back at her with a joking pout.
"You know i always get dibs on hot chicks fiirrrrssstt!" You drew out your words in a childish tantrum.
"Elmo didn't think you would be here, elmo only took the opportunity infront of elmo!" They protested.
"Thats a big word for elmo!" You said, teasingly.
"NOTHING HAPPENED!" She said, flustered, she cleared her throat, "Anyway, I should get to introductions. I am Satín (Say-teen), and your souls are mine."
"My everything is yours, darling~" You teased. She looked at you, annoyed and shocked, sighed, and hid her lower face with her hand.
She igonored you "You may know me as 'Satan' but that's only because father is a bitch. And that's precisely why you are here with me, that bitch is soooo picky." She began to rant, you sofend your stance, kinda giving a Mean Girls stance, gossip time. "Like, he started it, but now it's my fault?! And its not like hes any different! Internalizing things much?"
"Elmo agrees!" Your partner spoke to comfort her.
"Yea fuck him," You chime, "or actually-"
"Will you both stop trying to bed me for 2 seconds?" She seemed flustered or frustrated, maybe both.
"No." You both said, in unison and monotone.
She thought for a moment, wanting to give some snarky comeback, but she was only able to be udderly flustered. She couldn't believe she was getting hit on by mortals and liking it. She looked at you, looked at your lover, looked back at you, and sighed, "One try, if you can, you get what you want," you both knew what to do, "If you cannot, I get what I want,"
"Bet," you exclaim, thoughts and ideas running through your head.
"Elmo thinks Elmo should get first try, cause-cause Elmo was here first.." They offered.
"Tag team?" You ask.
"Tag team." Elmo agrees
The end…. For now