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[Angst] "Unappreciated" - Lucifer / Suicidal! Satan

⚠️Warning! ⚠️ If you couldn't tell already this fan fiction contains mentions of suicide, alcohol abuse and self harm. If this triggers you do not read!!

Summary: An argument between Lucifer and Satan escalated out of control. Feeling hopeless, Satan attempts to take his own life but Lucifer happens to find him just in time. Things could have turned out a lot worse if he was even a moment too late.

A/N: I want to apologise in advance if this fic is written quite badly, lacks good descriptions and stuff. I haven't really written angst before plus this idea was quite vague in my head but I wanted to give it a shot.

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As he tossed the last emptied bottle of Demonus aside next to the others, Satan tumbled across the room to his bed falling head first on the furniture. He buried his flushed face into his pillow as he let out a loud cry that was partially muted by it, not that he cared if anyone heard anything at this point.

Yesterday after dinner he and Lucifer had what was probably one of the most heated arguments so far.

"I hate you, I've always did. You've never appreciated me and it seems like you never will!" Those were the last words Satan said before storming out of the house slamming the door shut behind himself not to return until this morning after everyone had left for RAD. He wanted to run away however as much as he hated it he had to come back. After all it didn't take long for him to realize that he didn't have anywhere to go.

So, here he was, shut away in his room, drinking as much as he could, or at least as much as he could afford, hoping the rage he held against his father could go away. But it didn't. Of course, it remained and even in a state were he can barely stand up right without falling the pain remained.

It was a neverending cycle of them arguing and Satan running away or shutting himself in his room. As he lied down, Satan thought of his useless attempts to both appeal to Lucifer and then, as a result of not receiving the approval he so desperately desired, trying to rebel against him, how he so desperately tried to become his own person but every time he looked in the mirror he saw a cheap copy of Lucifer.

Every attempt seemed useless at this point. And the more he hopelessly tried to find another answer, something he haven't tried before, the more he realized that there was none.

Maybe if he just disapeared it would all be so much better? Not long after this thought crossed his mind Satan jumped off his bed and clumsily made his way back to the small desk in the room. Pushing away towers of books, not caring about the mess he made right now, he opened the drawer to find the small but quite sharp model knife he kept hidden.

He took a moment to inspect the blade which still had some dried blood from the last time Satan used it. That time he didn't have the courage to push it deep enough, however this time it was different. He had made his mind, he's doing it today. Satan sat, or rather dropped to the floor after which he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater. He stood completely still for a moment, almost as if he was unsure wether he wanted to do the action he planned or not however in reality he just started down on his arm and the sharp blade placed above it, dangerously close.

Out of a sudden, almost as if someone pressed the play button, the blonde slid the blade across his skin, pushing as deeply as he could. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but not from the physical pain he was inflicting upon himself. He added a few more cuts so quickly after the first that the wounds could not even start to feel painful before the new one was created. The blood started dripping down, soaking his teal trousers and getting some drops on the floor before he pushed the final stab with his now trembling hand. His body felt weak from the blood loss and he slowly dropped to the floor.

The last thing he heard before closing his eyes was the opening of the room's door.

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Although Lucifer hated skipping classes he had to excuse himself for the rest of the day. All he could think of was Satan and wether the young demon was okay. Did he go back home already? Is he still somewhere out? Was he in trouble? The constant worry made it imposible for him to focus on his lessons. Lucifer was definitely not the one to take breaks but the others took notice of his distress and dissociation and pretty much forced him to go home  to rest for the remaining of the day, assuring him that Satan was probably either already there or just went to a friend's house.

Not quite willingly he agreed to the suggestion and here he was, closing the front door behind himself as he entered the house. He could tell that something felt wrong although he just put it off to his anxiety from earlier. Lucifer made his way to the second floor and as he passed near Satan's room he stopped. He listened for a quick second hoping to near movement or any sound to indicate wether the blonde was home but he heard nothing.

Hesitantly, Lucifer approached the room's door. He wasn't sure which would be worse - to open the door just to find out his son was still gone or getting into another argument if he was back. The latter option won. Even if they just ended up fighting again he at least would know Satan was alright and well.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to witness. It was way worse than finding an empty room or getting into another fight. Lucifer opened the door slowly to discover Satan lying on the floor seemingly unconscious. He did not realize what was the cause at first, his eyes landed on the empty Demonus bottles littering the floor near the boy's bed so he assumed he was just passed out drunk. Lucifer let out a sight as he approached the demon on the floor just to realize that the situation was a lot worse than he thought.

The former angel almost screamed when he saw the gaping wound that was still bleeding on Satan's hand and the blade in his other one. He grabbed the closest piece of clothing he could find and wrapped it around the wound as tightly as possible before rushing out of the room to get the first aid kit.

He quickly opened the box, taking the bandage out and wrapping it around the wound. Taking out his DDD and dialling the hospital as fast as he could, barely being able to explain what was going on to the operator due to his panic. It wasn't long until the ambulance arrived however those few minutes felt like forever to Lucifer who spend every second of this time holding the bandage tightly to the unconscious demon's hand and brushing his har with his other as he whispered repetitively 'Please don't leave me'.

Everything else felt like a blur. The medics arriving at the house, taking Satan into the ambulance and the whole trip to the hospital felt unreal for Lucifer who could only beg for the wellbeing of his son. He only had himself to blame for all this. If he wasn't so harsh on him, if he was a better father perhaps none of this would have happened.

After few hours passed, a blood transfusion and some stitches, Lucifer's worry was finally relieved by the news of Satan's waking up. He rushed into the room he lied as soon as he heard that.

"Hello..." The injured demon said but instead of an answer all he did was receive a tight hug, quite out of character for the usually cold Lucifer.

"Don't you ever dare to scare me like that again!" The older demon said trough tears "I... I can't imagine what it would be like to ever lose you." he tightened his grip.

Satan, still shocked from the unexpected show of affection just remained quiet, placing a hand on the other's head in an useless attempt to calm him down.

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A/N: Welp, I tried oof. I know it's kinda short but my creative juice ran out. I could not think of a reason why those two argued so I leave this up for interpretation 😅

Idk if demons can die in this way so in case they cannot I guess pretend it's human au or something lol