Journeys of Self-Discovery: An Asmo and Satan thread

Adjusting to Devildom life was tough for all the brothers, but none more so than Satan. He was BORN into this life, fully fleshed and formed with memories, emotions, and understanding of the three realms.

While he had these things, they weren't HIS; they were Lucifer's. When he first met his elder "sibling", it was like watching a mirror - albeit, a mirror that reflected only mannerisms and not appearances. Satan was, at least visually, everything that Lucifer wasn't.

Still, they glared at each other with the same knitted brows. Their lips pursed into the same tight scowl. Their hands went immediately to their chest, in a defensive posture. There was no denying Satan's origins. It was this particular part of him that originally drew in Asmo.

During these early years of demon life, Asmo was content with his sin. He wasn't above using his newfound powers of manipulation to garner the desire of others that he so desperately craved. It took him less than a day of using his lustful gaze on others to think of using it

on the one being he craved attention from most: Lucifer. Even as an angel, Asmo was never far from the Morningstar's side. He was entranced by him, absorbed by his beauty, his grace, his power. Now, the tables had turned, and Asmo would be the one to bring the Morningstar to him.

Or so he thought. Lucifer proved impervious to Asmo's charms, as he had been in the Celestial Realm, much to Asmodeus' disappointment. So when Satan came along, Asmodeus saw his second chance at this dark fantasy that had always been so close, yet, so far.

While Lucifer spent much of his time around the Demon King's Palace, the House, and RAD, Satan maintained his distance by being everywhere else. His thirst for knowledge, about himself and his unique predicament particularly, meant he oftentimes holed himself up in the Library.

The dark and quiet of the aisles of books provided the perfect backdrop for Asmo's devious plot. He would drop in often on Satan, draping himself over his chair, his desk, his lap, wherever he could get the attention of the blonde demon, attempting to lock eyes with him.

Satan didn't think too deeply about his sibling's intentions, only about controlling the rage, the all consuming fire that burned hot in his chest whenever the slightest annoyance or inconvenience provided kindling for it. It was no surprise that Satan often found himself

reading anger management self help books in between his research. Despite interrupting him with seemingly innane chatter, Satan learned more from Asmo than from any of the texts he had piled up in his room. Their conversations helped Satan to learn the social skills

he was seemingly missing, about the various demons that shared their Realm, and about himself. As Satan grew as a demon, as his personality developed into something more individual, Asmo found himself desiring his attention for a different reason than when he began;

this wasn't about some warped need for validation from the person he idolised most, but companionship. Satan had knowledge that Asmo didn't, was wise and interesting but also an ear to bend and a shoulder to lean on. Asmo had a flair for entertainment, for people, and it was

his superfluous information about his relationships and parties that informed Satan about the connections he should be pursuing to further himself. Asmo took great pride in introducing his brother to all the high-profile demons he knew, and watching him handle himself with

poise and grace. He even cracked jokes. The young demon who lived perpetually in Lucifer's shadow was pulled into the light by the person who loved him most. Satan rapidly outgrew even Asmo's social circles, but that just gave them more to talk about in their gossiping sessions.

Despite having found a forever friend and confidant in his brother, Satan realised - after a few centuries of this - that he had never actually thanked Asmo for what he had done for him. At their next catch up, he thought he should.

Asmo was perched elegantly on a soft, high-back chair, painting his nails as Satan arrived.
"Careful you don't stain the fabric," Satan chided, placing the books from under his arm onto the desk nearby. "The librarian isn't known for her mercy." Asmo rolled his eyes

dramatically, sarcastically as he put the lid back on the pot of polish.
"She hasn't noticed the Ocean Cyan Number 3 I left on the desk in non-fiction yet. That's been there for a good couple decades now. I think we'll be fine." Still, he placed the cosmetics back in his bag,

flicking his wrist to dry his nails as Satan settled into the seat opposite. "So," Asmo smiled, eyes gleaming. "What's new with you? Or should I get straight to telling you about the DRAMA with Lacy and the incubus from Potions class?" Satan laughed a little;

perhaps it was Asmo's constantly developing storylines week on week that had piqued Satan's interest in serial dramas as well.
"Nothing new, I suppose, but old," Satan murmured, watching Asmo loll his head to the left quizzically. "I forgot to thank you."

"If this is about that Bufo-Egg Milk Tea I already told you-"
"For everything." Asmo leaned forward, staring intently at his brother. Satan stared back in silence for a moment before continuing,
"I wouldn't be who I am today without you."

Asmo leaned back and crossed his legs as a serious look darkened his features.
"Well if we're being honest," he uttered, low and unsure. "That wasn't my intention. At least, not originally." Satan smirked.
"I know. There's a reason I haven't made eye contact with you in

nearly a millennium." Asmo blushed and tilted his head away slightly.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't," Asmo sighed eventually, as the red in his cheeks paled to a soft pink. "Or else I wouldn't have met my best friend." It was Satan's turn to blush. Asmo giggled mischievously.

"I love you Satan." Asmo didn't expect a reply to that; Satan might have grown a lot, sure, but the L word was something he was yet to understand... Or use.
Satan raised his head, and smiled fondly at Asmo.
"And I'm proud of you Asmo."

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