And then Satan appeared.
Satan hadn't been meaning to appear, but he did. He was in a small room, looking down on two terrified teenage girls. He gently tapped a hoof on the wood floor and reached for his cup of tea, which decided not to join him. This was a very unusual case for Satan. He had never been dragged out of his home and into a bedroom which was not as large as he preferred. The two teenage girls were sitting on the bed and clutching what looked to be the exact same object, a strange, pulsing noise coming out of it. He decided to speak.
"You need to clean this room." His green - a very dark green to be precise - eyes scanning over the papers scattered all over a desk and books piled up around a bookshelf. The door was tightly shut, yet the window that sat over the bed was cracked open. The dark orange drapes were barely covering up the room to the outside and Satan couldn't help but prod at them. Telepathically, of course.
The sudden movement of the drapes brought out a small nosie from one of the girls, the device starting a new sound that was really quite loud. The red man-satyr-thing studied them, noting both wore a blue shirt with a kitty on it. Tight and lightly colored pants did not look good on them, and their hair was pulled into ponytails. The only thing worth noting about the hair was that both had the exact same shade of dark brown. It was almost unsettling how much they looked alike.
Satan coughed lightly before beginning to move about the room, peeking in the closet, reaching under the bed, searching for anything that might of called him to the teenagers. Nothing was found and nothing was said, Satan and the girls simply staring at each other once he was back on his feet and standing still. While many may think that Satan would roar out and start destroying eveything, he was much more calm than they thought. He was puzzling through this strange turn of events in his mind, head slightly tilting to the side and holding up a hand to start a small fire in it. The crackling of it helped him think, but it was the breaking point for one of the girls.
"HIDE IT." Satan was not prepared to have the girls lanch at him and try to stuff him in a closet, it had never really been attempted before. Weak hands took him by surprise and the underlord found himself standing in a pile of dirty clothes and, what he guessed to be a diary, was thrown at him. The closet door shut, slightly creaking as the girls put pressure on it. Satan did what any normal person would do. He poked at the door and, to his surprise, realized he had not put out all of the fire in his hand. A small spark had still remained, and now the closet was burning down.
But Satan had a trick. He had known this trick for many, many years. And at that exact moment his mind decided to forget it. Satan was, unsurprisingly, a little bit pissed.
He stood watching as the girls ran terrified around the room in complete panic before ramming themselves against the window and jumping out of the room. Water gushed from Satan's hands, realizing he would not be replacing the house back to its normal state until he remember that very special trick. The room was filling up rather quickly with water, even though it trickled under the door and started to overflow out the window. Yet Satan kept at it, managing to drown the entire house in the process. What became of the two girls, he never learned.
Because, with a pop and ahhhh, Satan found him back in Hell. He was pleased to find that his tea was still hot.
