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The bullying had been happening since you arrived in the Devildom. It was easy for demons to pick on the weak, fragile human. While you were used to it in the human realm this was a whole different level. Yet you still faced them head on which is how you ended up in this unfortunate situation.
Black eyes stared you down, challenging you to fight off its hold. The demon was angry that you made a fool of it in class and now it was going to make you pay. “Go on. Tear me to shreds. Lord Diavolo will find out it was you and pay you back in kind.” Your flight response was inhibited by the claw locking your wrists against the wall. So fight it was, but you only had words at your disposal for weapons.
The demon snarled and drew its face closer to yours. The rancid smell it breathed on you was threatening to make you pass out. “How could that idiot prince ever find out it was me? I’m smarter than him, I have plenty of friends to vouch for my whereabouts.”
You shook your head to try to get rid of the smell. Its other claw tightly grasped your chin and lifted you off the ground leaving your feet to dangle above the floor. “Now where should I start, hm? I think I’ll make you suffer a little before I finish you off.”
A new claw appeared, but this one wrapped around the demon's throat. “I suggest you release your hold or I will force you to.” The voice was sharp and intimidating, but you recognized it immediately.
“Satan,” you breathed out.
The demon's eyes went wide at the name. It immediately dropped both its claws away from you causing you to tumble to the floor. “S-Satan? We were just having a bit of fun, n-nothing series,” it squeaked in terror.
“Uh-huh. If I ever see you near them again I will show how an Avatar deals out punishment before I hand you over to our prince and his famously cruel butler.” Satan released his hold on the terrified demon. It scurried away before Satan had a chance to change his mind.
Satan knelt in front of you still in his demon form. “Are you alright?”
You nodded at his question as you sat up. A hiss escaped your lips when a sharp pain lanced through your wrists. You quickly picked your hands off the ground letting the rest of your body take the weight. Looking at your wrists you found glaring red rings around them. You hadn’t realized how hard the demon had a hold of them. There were also small scratches on one of them from when the demon's nails slashed across your skin as it was retreating.
Satan gently took hold of your hands and clicked his tongue. “I shouldn’t have let it go,” he practically growled.
“It’s ok Satan, these will heal fast.” He didn’t look any less angry by your reassurance. He released your hand to instead gather you in his arms and lift you off the floor. “Whoa. I can still walk, you know!” You started to wiggle in hopes that he would put you down.
“Stop wiggling. And you don’t know that, maybe one of your ankles was damaged in the fall.”
“Well you can at least let me try them out,” you complained, still struggling to be set down.
“This will be so much easier and less embarrassing for you if you just relax.”
You stopped struggling as your eyes widened in realization. “Satan, please put me down. You don’t need to carry me through the school.”
A smirk spread across his mouth. “Don’t worry, no one will bother you about it.” He started down the hall. You crossed your arms over your chest only to hiss in pain once again as your wrist came in contact with your clothing.
Satan swiftly made his way through the halls of RAD and back to the House of Lamentation. Once home he set you on a couch in the common room. “Now stay here, I’ll be right back.” He rushed out of the room before you could respond.
A short time later Satan returned to your side with a first aid kit in hand. You eyed the kit as he opened it and started pulling things out. “I shouldn’t be surprised you have a first aid kit here, but are you sure everything in there is human safe,” you questioned as he pulled out a bottle of something.
“Well I should hope so, it’s from the human realm.”
“Why do you have a human realm first aid kit here?”
Satan stopped his actions and looked up at you. He cocked his head to the side with an expression as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “Well, there is a human that lives in this house. Why wouldn’t we have one?”
Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Right…” You looked away hating the look on his face. He just chuckled and returned to picking out the supplies.
A moment later he held a hand out to you. “May I have your wrist?” You nodded and set one of your hands in his. He smiled at you before turning his attention to your injury. “It’s not too bad, mostly some bruising. Should heal up pretty fast with the right care.”
“Well good thing I have a competent nurse to take care of me.”
That comment got a mischievous smirk from the demon. “I feel that I’m rather more qualified as a doctor.” He spread an ointment over your irritated skin. A warm feeling spread over where it made contact with your skin before turning to a cool sensation.
“Doctor hm? I guess we’ll see how well you take care of me.”
He released your hand and motioned for the other. “Does my patient need a full checkup? Maybe that mean demon injured you in some other way? I think I might need to be thorough.”
You giggled as you set your other hand in his. Suddenly a frown spread over his lips as his eyes roamed over your wrist. You looked down to see this was the one with the scratches from the demon. “They don’t hurt Satan.”
He stayed silent as he wiped the wounds clean. Carefully he placed the ointment over the scratches and bruised skin. “I’m going to wrap these so they don’t get infected.” His voice was clinical now and you frowned.
“Satan, look at me.” He obeyed and met your eyes. A turmoil of emotions was coalescing and swirling around his shining green eyes. You placed your free hand against his cheek gliding your thumb across his skin. “You saved me. Please don’t blame yourself for this, okay?”
“I don’t blame myself,” he responded, his voice barely keeping calm. “However, I was too easy on that creature.” His eyes return to the hand held in his. “I will rectify my mistake.” He wrapped your wrist in a bandage to cover the wounds. You knew there was no point in convincing him otherwise so you kept quiet.
Finally, he took a look at your throat and jaw. He could see bruises starting to blossom there as well so he decided to place ointment there too. Before that, however, he gently kissed each bruise. You smiled softly at his affection but said nothing about it knowing that would embarrass him.
Once he finished he returned the supplies to the kit and closed it. “As I said earlier, everything should heal quickly. Just don’t rub or scratch them ok?” You nodded. “Good. I’d like you to come to my room after dinner, we can study together.”
A bright smile alighted your face. “I’d like that very much.” You leaned forward giving a light peck against his lips. Then your eyes sparkled with mischief. “Thank you nurse Satan.” He rolled his eyes but knew better than to protest.
Dinner was the standard affair with the exception of everyone fussing over your injury. Lucifer convinced Satan to identify the demon in private so he could inform Diavolo and prevent his brothers from interfering. After dinner you made your way to Satan’s room as he had asked. With your school bag over your shoulder and a few books in hand you knocked on his door. There was a muffled voice through the door granting you entrance.
His room was as cluttered as it always was. Carefully you made your way past the stacks of books and cluttered floor to the small seating area near the back. Satan was already seated in one chair with a book in his hand. He smiled at you as you set your bag and books down. “Let me guess, you’re done with your work already,” you questioned as you sat in the other chair.
“I’ve finished everything that needs to be done before tomorrow. I figure I could assist you with your studies if you’d like,” he said as he shut his book and placed it on the table next to his chair. You hummed as you pulled out the textbook you would need for your homework. “Art history?”
“Yes. I need to write up a short essay for the inspiration behind the Bellum Caelorum period.”
“Do you need any more references?” He was already getting up from his seat to find helpful books in his vast library.
“No. I have everything I need right here. Please just keep me company.”
He nodded and sat back down. “If that’s what you wish.” He picked his novel back up and started reading again as you went to work composing your essay.
As you worked you started noticing odd behaviors from him. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he wasn’t turning the pages of his book. You would catch his glances toward you as you flipped through your textbook. Occasionally a small nearly undetectable sigh would come from him. Something was wrong but he seemed to be trying to hide it, even though he was doing a terrible job.
Eventually, you gave up on finishing your assignment. It wasn’t due until next week anyways so you had time. You closed your textbook and notebook. “Done,” he asked still pretending to read from his book.
“Not entirely, I still need to write the conclusion. But there is something I need to address before that.”
“Oh?”
His eyes met yours as you stood from your chair and stepped over to his. You plucked the book from his hand and set it down on the table again. Then you crawled into his lap setting your hands on his shoulders. “I can tell you aren’t focussed tonight. Something is bothering you.”
He frowned and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You weren’t reading your book and you kept glancing over at me. You weren’t very subtle.”
He pulled you to be flush against him and laid his head on your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his neck. “I just. I wanted to make sure you were really here.”
There was silence between you two for some time as you just felt each other's presence. Both of you started drawing patterns on the other's back. You were lost in each other's warmth. You felt safe and secure in his arms. You never wanted to let go. But you needed to address his fear too.
“Satan, I’m ok.”
He held you close, head resting against your shoulder, his breath brushed against your neck. “You could have been hurt much worse.”
You leaned back and took his face in your hands. “But I wasn’t because you stopped it.”
Sadness and rage sparkled in his eyes. “But I might not be there next time!” He turned his head down to escape from your gaze. “What if I fail you…”
You cut him off. “Satan. Look at me.” He didn’t move. “Satan,” you said softly almost sounding broken.
His head slowly lifted. You saw tears gathering in those pretty green eyes. “I’m scared. I don’t want to… No, I can't lose you.” His hand gently cupped your cheek. “When did this happen? How did you bewitch me so?”
The two of you sat holding each other for another unknown amount of time. Finally as if breaking the spell Satan leaned forward to kiss you. It was soft, but you still felt the passion and love that was flowing through him. You pulled back and stared into those precious green eyes. “It was probably around the same time you stole my heart.”
A small smile appeared on his face as he huffed out a short laugh. “What a pair of fools we are.”
“I’ll be a fool if it means I can be with you,” you responded with nothing but truth in your words. He shook his head and kissed you again.
“Although, I’d like to be a fool somewhere else because my legs are starting to cramp.”
A full laugh erupted from him. “Then why don’t we go look at the stars my love.” He caressed your cheek as he continued to stare into your eyes. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move despite your last statement.
You, however, couldn’t take it anymore and slowly crawled off his lap. Carefully standing on your own two feet your hands intertwined with his. You stepped back pulling him up as you did. He stood and stepped toward you, wrapping you in his grasp once again.
“Please stay with me tonight,” he whispered.
“Of course,” you responded quietly with a slight nod.
He led you over to the picture window at the back of his room. He sat down on the bench and pulled you to lay your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your stomach and pulled you as close as he possibly could. You both looked out the window to view the stars sparkling in the sky.
“Are you sure you don’t want to read Satan?”
His fingers caressed your hands gently. “Not at this particular moment. Why? Did you want me to read to you?”
“No. I’m happy just as we are now.”
He gently kissed your head. “Good, me too.”