Satan loves you.

Satan is in love with you.

He remembers the first time you arrived. You had been a clumsy, awkward mess, a mere mortal with nary a sense of self-preservation, one that he wanted nothing to do with. And so whenever you were nearby, he’d bury his nose in the

+ book he was reading, turning a blind eye to whatever nonsense you and Mammon were up to again. You were an annoyance, a nuisance that disturbed the carefully crafted peace he had built for himself. Whatever happened to you was none of his business.

And yet, as time passed, he started getting used to your presence, gradually being drawn to that bright energy you radiated as if you carried the sun itself within you. Yes you were reckless, brash and prone to bouts of stupidity but you were also, genuine, sweet and endlessly

+ kind, often putting his and his brother’s needs before your own. Slowly but surely, you had affected him in a way no one else did and awakened new emotions within him: you made him feel loved and accepted, vulnerable yet strong, excited but afraid.

He was afraid.

And terribly so. He was afraid of taking the leap, afraid of fully opening his heart to you. And yet with just one glance, with just one brilliant smile, all his defenses crumbled and he could do nothing but fall the only way he knew how: fiercely and passionately

+ much like the wrath that burned within.

Yes Satan loves you.

But you don’t. You love his older brother instead. His brother with the perfectly coiffed raven hair, crimson eyes, and an ever-present confident smirk that irked him to his core. His brother who took pride

+ in his sworn duty and wore his successes and failures like a badge; his seemingly unflappable brother who hid his pain behind mountains of paperwork. You loved the good and bad sides of him and that filled Satan with an overwhelming amount of pain and resentment,

+ fuelling his fury all the more.

He was the fourth born, but amongst all the brothers he was second only to Lucifer. Must he also be only second best to him when it came to your love? Must he forever be forced to remain in the shadows of his father, his brother, silently

+ nursing the inferiority simmering from within? What did Lucifer have that he didn’t? Why couldn’t you love him too?

Still, despite the bitterness slowly eating him from the inside out, he couldn’t blame you for loving Lucifer nor would he force you to return his love.

He loved you. Both of you. And he respected Lucifer even more, though it was a grudging type of respect hidden beneath snarky comebacks and angry retorts.

And so he would bury his love deep down, along with the rage, hate, dashed hopes and dreams.

He would be happy for you, keep being the smart, composed, Satan you knew him to be.

For YOU.

He’d do it all for you even if it meant hiding the love you can’t see.

Maybe if he does, you’ll smile a little brighter for him. Maybe you’ll look at him just a little longer.

Maybe you'll learn to see him as more than a friend.

Maybe just maybe… in the next life, you’ll finally be able to love him too.

-fin-

This was a spinoff to that Luci thread I posted a few days' back but with the roles reversed. I wondered what would happen if Satan was the one yearning for the love he couldn't have. And so I put on my writing hat and just wrote.

Also writing this might've been a lil bit more painful because I literally just stuck Satan in the friendzone. And not just any friendzone: the bff-zone. Ooh boy. So this was me channeling all those feelings into a thread. And the rest is history.

Tagging all my Satanist friends and some other people. As promised, here it is!
{ @usagi_akahoshi @marsobeyme @sqooma @909Beleni @obey_satasmon @LVSTRED @xXsacchan_69Xx @FANCYKYUU @Emiraryu @Elastrael1 @ObeyMeHeck}