The Eternal Storm (Satan x Reader)

The Eternal Storm

The House of Lamentation is never quiet.

Never.

Even in the wee hours of morning, when the eternal sun that watches over the Devildom has calmed its fires, there's always someone up and about—Levi playing a video game, Beel catching a late-night snack, Lucifer thumbing through the endless loads of paperwork given to him by Diavolo.

It's endearing, honestly, how active these brothers are.

So when you return to the house after a peaceful afternoon spent at Purgatory Hall, it doesn't surprise you to hear the sound of shouting. It's so common that you would probably ignore it altogether and head on straight to your room, if not for the content of the shouts.

You pause when the words fall on your ears, your heart beginning to beat faster at the sound.

"Do you care to repeat that? You're nothing but a lapdog for Diavolo, hiding behind such ridiculous excuses!"

"Will you listen to what I am saying for once, Satan? What made you like this? Stop jumping to conclusions and spouting arbitrary nonsense—"

"What made me like this?" You flinch at the intensity of your lover's voice as he repeats Lucifer's words back to him. You've never heard Satan sound this angry. Never. "You, Lucifer! You made me like this, with all your pitiful shortcomings and miserable inadequacies—"

"Stop talking and think about the words you say, Satan. You claim to have such knowledge in that brain of yours from all your reading, but in truth, you're just—"

"Stop!"

You're startled by the intensity of your own voice, but relieved all the same, both demons quieting when they realize you're in the vicinity. You hate fighting: you hated it in the human world, and you hate it even more in the Devildom, seeing it happen among the brothers you've grown to care for.

The word leaves your mouth before you even enter the room the two demons are in, and you sprint to where their shouts came from—only to see the two men standing proud and angrily in their demon forms, both gripping each other's collars in what looks like would have been a physical fight if not for your intervention.

You freeze at the sight, wondering how their argument ever escalated to this point. You've seen their fights. They're bad, but never this bad.

It's quiet for a moment, and all that can be heard is the heavy breathing of the brothers.

In an instant, Satan and Lucifer release their grips on each other, stepping apart and glancing at the chandelier, at the couch, at the carpet, anywhere but you.

"Satan," You murmur softly, a wave of emotion overwhelming your senses when you see the pained look on his face. Why does he look so upset? Is it because of his fight with Lucifer? Did he not like how you raised your voice at him? Or is it because you, for the first time, saw the wrath he tries so hard to mask?

The blonde clicks his tongue and storms out of the room, leaving you and Lucifer behind as he swiftly escapes the scene. Out of sheer instinct, you turn to follow him, but Lucifer grabs your wrist before you can go.

"Leave him," The firstborn says, still avoiding your eyes. "It's not safe for you to be around Satan when he's like this."

With a firm tug of the wrist, you escape the demon's grip, eyes narrowing. "It's when he's like this that he needs me most," You respond, running after the man you've grown to love.

As you pass door after door, Levi's room and then Beel's room and then Mammon's room, you can't help but remember the look in Satan's eyes in that brief moment when he glared at Lucifer before realizing your presence. It was a look of pure rage. So profound that only the Avatar of Wrath could ever be able to muster up a glare of such intensity.