Obey me Harem Of Devildom

The Foundation of Wraith

Satan stood infront of the mirror in his room fixing his bow tie proudly, all his hard work all his sacrifices had been worth it. He had proven his worth, he had proven he was just as good as his brothers. Just as good as Lucifer. He was still young no more then 13 to a human but no one could deny any longer he was powerful. Smiling he tried to fix his hair when there was a knock.
   "Enter." Satan said expecting Asmodeus to walk in.
  "Hello Satan." Barbatos said closing the door behind him.
     "Barbatos!" Satan said surprised. "I am so hap-"
     "Satan I am afriad I have been elected to tell you some disappointing news." Barbatos said sadily. "You will not be receiving your mantle today. You are not ready." Satan fist clenched painfully tight at his sides his lungs felt as if all the air had been sucked out of them and his heart was in his throat. His ear were ringing loudly as his green eyes shifted back and forth blankly.
     "Why?" Satan chocked out. "I thought.."
     "You do not yet possess the necessary control to be able to represent Lord Diavolo as the Avatar of Wraith." Barbatos said softly. Satan's head fell in defeat, his hands now lax.
     "I worked so hard. I don't understand." Satan said quietly.
      "I am truly sorry Satan." Barbatos said placing a hand of the boy shoulder. "You just need time. I have full confidence in you."
      "I understand." Satan replies. "I will work harder, I will sacrifice more." Barbatos looked apon the young demon, if it was not an insult he would have said he reminded him of Lucifer.
    "Satan, I have come across some troubling news." Barbatos said carefully. Satan looked up eyes curious, "it seems you have been spending an increasing amount of time with current Avatar."
       "His lessons are invaluable." Satan said mouth in a thin line. "He teaches me more then Lucifer ever did."
       "Yes, that shall need correction." Barbatos said clearly not pleased. "Becareful there is a reason Lord Diavolo has left the old ways behind."

     Lucifer sat in Lord Diavolo office hand neatly in his lap. As a cup of hot tea was served to him.
       "Thank you for coming." His Lord said. "I trust you are not busy today?"
      "For once I am relatively free." Lucifer replied blowing on the hot liquid.
      "Excellent because today I wish to speak to you about Satan." Lord Diavolo said sipping his tea. Lucifer set down his cup and promply stood, he was not having this talk. To his surprise Barbatos was already there but in his demon form.
       "Sit down Lucifer." He said his voice forbodding. Lucifer's body moved quickly in response to a deep fear, even though he acted as if he was only annoyed.
       "I have tired to guide you to be closer to the boy-" Lord Diavolo said.
       "This is a family matter." Lucifer said coldly.
       "I beg to differ." Barbatos said with cold venom, "clearly it is a personal one." Lucifer gritted his back teeth as he looked away.
       "Fine I will deal with this." Lucifer replied.
       "The boy is not a fool Lucifer. False care is worse then real hate." Lord Daivolo said grimly.
        "I do not hate him." Lucifer said defensively. Lord Diavolo threw down Lucifer journal,
      "It was found when I was cleaning your old room. Satan shadow essence is on it." Barbatos said. Lucifer slowly picked up the small book, he honestly did not even remember everything he put into those pages.
      "It was never meant to be read." Lucifer said.
     "It was however." Barbatos said.

   Lucifer opened the front door and went directly to his study. There was still a few embers left and so he threw the old book in and stirred it back to life. He had failed. The Avatar of Pride felt his insides stir as his demonic heart screamed. You do not fail! It is he who had failed you. Luficer turned away from the flames and headed toward Satan's room. If he was not mistake the boy had another award to receive. Perhaps he should begin by going to see him receive said reward. He was however no where to be found. Lucifer checked his watch this meant he was out pass curfew again. Lucifer sighed  Satan had grown distant of late even from Asmodeus but he had chalked it up to his age. His studies aleast had not suffered, he was doing well in the Three Crows Academy. Lucifer heard Satan walk up the steps outside and waited for hin enter.
     "Where were you?" Lucifer demanded.
     "None of your concern." Satan replied. Lucifer stood and walked over to Satan grabbing him by the shirt collar.
      "You have been especially defiant lately Satan. I advise this to stop." Lucifer spat angrily. Satan began to laugh hysterically,
       "What's wrong Lucifer? Can you not handle me!" Satan mocked. Satan's eyes were wide and dull tears falling without noticed. 
    "Enough Satan." Lucifer barked unnerved, Satan head jerkly turned to face him his smile painfully wide.
      "Go ahead Lucifer punish me!" Satan yelled. "DO IT FATHER! What's wrong? Your shaking, am I scaring the almighty Lucifer whom thought he was better then GOD!" Satan charged his strike sending Lucifer flying back into the wall. "I HATE YOU! NO ONE ASKED ME! NO ONE WANTED ME! I AM ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Satan's small hands came down again and again, "just let him have me! LET ME GO!" Satan's body suddenly went limp falling to the side. Belphie and very guilty Beel holding a broken statue standing over him.
        "Lucifer your bleeding." Belphie said quietly. Lucifer touched his face and then looked at his glove, it has been along time since he had seen his own blood. He then  looked over Satan with a critical eye. The boy looked exshausted, he was deathly pale and very, very thin but what alarmed him most was the cuts and bruises he saw peppering his body
     "Lucifer?" Beel said. Lucifer looked up at his brothers all of them now present and very worried.
     "Asmodeus put Satan to bed." Lucifer began, "Beel, Mammon come with me. I have something I need to take care of." Beel nodded and followed behind Lucifer as they head toward the manor Satan had been spending most of his time.