Reader x Satan: Calm

Chapter Three

The Avatar of Wrath

"Me?" The human asked, eyes wide in surprise. She lifted her head from Satan's shoulder. He felt a chill where her head had been, and it made his lungs squeeze. Could this feeling in his chest be related to her anger? No, it doesn't feel like earlier. The woman shoved Satan in the arm, his body rocking to the side from the sudden impact. "I haven't been here all day. How could I have done anything to you?"

"I think it has to do with our pact." Satan said, he straightened his back and tipped his chin upwards slightly, recovering quickly from her push. "We share a connection. Like Asmo and Solomon have with their pact."

"But I don't have any magic." She protested. She shook her head back and forth and waved her hand at him, rejecting the theory. "I can't summon you or anything."

"I don't think you need magic. We're connected through the power of the pact, and maybe..." Satan shook his head, dismissing her and shaking away the end of his thought. Maybe something other than the pact connect them? The pact itself was a powerful bond, but having only entered one such deal himself; Satan was not an expert on the finer inner workings of the accord. He would need to find some books on the subject soon. He spoke, "all day I've been getting these... bursts... of anger or intense rage in a physical way. But it wasn't mine, it was yours."

"You're feeling my anger?" She asked him. Her eyebrows lifted; her mouth drew into a smirk. It sounded strange, but this is the Devildom.

Satan watched her carefully as he explained his theory, gauging her reaction. His hands gestured at his chest. "Like I said, I feel it as more of a physical response to your anger. Or perhaps it isn't the anger but the intensity of your emotions?" Satan said. The human shifted closer to him; their knees touched. She lifted her eyebrows at him, her face filled with questions.

"What do you mean?" She urged him to continue. She rested her hand delicately on his arm. For someone that enticed such an electric, furious response from him with only her thoughts of anger, her touch was gentle; the same care you would a delicate flower. Even her voice was softer. As if he were breakable. She was treading carefully around him. She was heeding his warning. The demon grinned to himself, pleased with the attitude she was now presenting.

"I felt it earlier, and again when you tripped over me. It is like an electric spark through out my body." Satan said. Then he fell silent.

The Exchange Student

I watched the Avatar of Wrath lift his hand to cup his chin, his thumb running along his jaw. His eyes were clear, a stunning blue-green. Softly tousled golden hair framed his face, smooth-skinned and elegantly featured. His brothers mocked him for being 'so perfect', but as I gazed at him, I began to think that maybe it was true. His smile. His devilish smile. When he turned that grin towards me, my heart began to race.

"Well, if I am the cause, I'm sorry." I said to him, breaking the stillness between us. Inside, I was anything but still. I pressed both my hands into his arm, the tiny brass beads on his sleeve made indentations in my palms. "That must have been uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" The Avatar of Wrath said. He dropped his hand from his chin.

"Yes. I mean, if it is like a shock." I said, offering an explanation to my apology. I picked at the brass decorations on Satan's coat again, distracting myself from the curious warmth that was blooming along my nose and cheeks.

Satan looked at me with his emerald-like eyes, and shook his head from side to side. "I don't recall saying it was uncomfortable... at all."

The Avatar of Wrath

The demon sighed. He searched for the best way to explain that the feeling was intensely gratifying, without stating it in such a crass way. He may be a demon, but he was a gentleman as well. "It is... quite a pleasant experience, actually." He said. He paused for a moment, considering what else to share. There was more than just the physical experience that he enjoyed about the sensation. I like that I am feeling her anger.... Her emotions. A connection.

He smiled at the human, hoping she was feeling the connection in her own way. Her wide eyes look deeply into his own, her hands moving slowly up and down his arm. The easy way in which she touched him made him nervous. Fidgety. A friendly squeeze on the elbow, a head resting on a shoulder, the way she caressed his arm. The night air was fresh and cool, but he was having difficulty breathing steadily. "What's with all the touching?" The demon said. A flush tinged the bridge of his nose pink. She kept her eyes on him, a smile pulling the corners of her mouth, her hands did not stop. "W-What are you looking at?" Satan asked.

She blinked and blushed delicately, her voice teasing. "I'm just enjoying your company! But I will stop, if it is bothering you." Her hands landed in her lap, fingers lacing together, thumbs spinning slowly around one another. "But I have a question," she said. Her head tilted to the side, as if the very weight of her query was too much for her neck to support. "So then, are those shocks pleasurable?"

The Avatar of Wrath picked up his heavy book from beside him and placed it on his lap. He ran his polished fingers over the spine and across the cover. He felt the indentations where the gold lettering embossed the title of the story. He focused on the sensation of the rough leather cover, but it paled in comparison to the sparks that had danced down his spine not just once, but three times that evening.

Satan smiled to himself. Even though he did not say it aloud, this exchange student, this human had sussed out exactly that which he had tried to keep hidden. Maybe she was feeling the connection of their pact the same way? Satan thought. He sat in silence, admiring the cover of his book, deciding exactly what to say. Cool fingers slipped over his hands, holding them against the leather of the book. She prompted him quietly for an answer.

"Yes, they are."