Aertha x Satan - Angst || Obey Me!
WARNING! **Descriptive Gore!!!**
“Satan, you bloody devil, pull yourself together!!!” Aertha screamed at him, holding back to urge to slap him right across the face.
She couldn’t! Cause one of her hands was cut off because of Lucifer! You see, humans are the devils themselves rather than the actual Satan and Lucifer they proclaim to fear. Humans crave power that they can’t claim for themselves. Then when a push comes to a shove, they do everything than can to destroy they create. So when Solomon obtained the grimoire, revealing his true intentions, it was no surprise that the weak are the ones who die.
Aertha witnessed bodies topple over each other one by one. Each MC towering then gone the next day. Hera. Alumi. Amie. Dani. Lex. Danno…she counted each body that laid there before then only bone remained. Their dead eyes hallowed and their bleeding mouths’ smiles.
The number of times she threw up in the corner cause of the stench is in a horrifying corner where it dried up against the floor. Aertha refuses to die, and that’s what pissed off Solomon to most.
Belphegor surprise attacked Aertha from behind, bringing her down while Beelzebub took her sword from her.
“Let go! I demand you all to let go!!!” She screamed, kicking at the air and missing her targets.
“Let you go? Aertha, what happened to your brave attitude?” Solomon put on gloves then slapped her right across the cheek, “Aertha, it’s fine! Isn’t it comforting to know the people you loved are going to be around you as you die? Isn’t it? This is what every human wants!”
“Against their will?! GO TO HELL SOLOMON!”
Solomon slapped her again, making sure it hurt like hell this time, “We already are in Hell. It’s people like you that piss me off the most. I’m sure you want to die cause of the lack of blood.”
“Fuck off Solomon,” She hissed, writhing in pain from her wrists being held down, “Fuck off!”
In one stab, Solomon made sure that Aertha felt the cold blade on her ankle, red fluid gushing out| A loud scream that no one knew it would be that high came out of her mouth and Beel quickly covered her mouth to shush her.
“Boys, I hope you enjoy your meal thoroughly, make sure not a single crumb is left.” Solomon gave Satan Aertha’s sword that he took away from her earlier. “Make sure you especially enjoy it the most.” He gave Satan two pats on the back then went on his merry way, holding the grimoire close, ignoring the muffled screaming of anger and pain that dulled in the distance.
Beel uncovered his hand and helped Belphie holding down Aertha.
“Guys, guys snap out of it, you wouldn’t actually do this.”
“But we would Aertha!” Mammon declared proudly.
Leviathan nodded, “I wanted to do this since day one,”
“You’re really tasty you know…”
“You should’ve been dead the moment I killed you the first time,”
“Stop moving you insignificant human. You did nothing cause you humans will always be nothing, you tore our family apart even further.”
“My, my…the blood on your skin is far more gorgeous than you ever were…”
Aertha as a last attempt looked at Satan who looked her dead in the eye with a stare she had never seen before, “…Tani please, I want to live, don’t let me die like this…You know I love you…right?” She swallowed a sob, “…Right?”
He gave no words but stabbed her in the heart. She coughed up blood and tried to breathe to make her death a little less painful, but how Satan twisted the blade in her chest made it a lot more harder than it should’ve. Her orbs started to cloud up and Satan pulled out the sword.
“…Do you…really hate me that much…” She mumbled then chuckled, “Damn…then I should’ve died a lot earlier…what the fuck…”
The brothers watched her body stop twitching in pain and her chest stop heaving in breaths. No memory of her last words were engraved or phased them in the slightest. Belphegor let out a laugh.
“Humans…” He broke Aertha’s wrist to make sure she really was dead, “…are really weak after all.”
Slowly but surely, the brothers each took apart Aertha’s body to cover up the evidence of what they did, outfits smeared in red and the puddle growing larger and larger. Each one munching on a part of her in silence, yet enjoying how tasty human is. Beel had ripped off a part of her cheek at one point, showing the bone that was underneath it while her eyes stayed in tact.
Satan was munching on her right hand then stopped, feeling an emotion he wasn’t supposed to feel. He felt conscious and looked down, seeing the torn thumb close to his mouth. Something inside of him snapped and he let go of everything, scrambling to the closest wall. He saw Aertha’s face and how her eyes drooped and clouded to a shade of blue, blood in her mouth and bone visible for anyone to see. He couldn’t scream, neither cry, he simply let his eyes drink up the entire scenery before him, feeling a sense of disgust and horror. Sprinting to the exit, he threw up, noticing traces of human bone there and wanted to pass out, feeling delusional.
“…You’re…you’re kidding me right…This is all just a dream…” He walked back to Aertha and placed a hand on her face, “…This is all a dream…right? Just a realistic one…this isn’t true at all… no… not in the slightest…” his eyes looked at everyone who seemed zoned out, yet in ecstasy for the new treat they got. “…You’re fucking kidding me….right?”
Satan staggered to stand up from his position, giving a nice kick right into Lucifer’s nose, making sure it broke, “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” then gave a nice punch to Leviathan, “This…are you for real…”
Satan pulled Aertha’s mangled corpse away from his brothers, screaming at them, yelling at them, holding her head close to his chest and bashing his brothers’ heads to the floor if needed to get them away from her. His unconscious brothers lay on the floor, heads bleeding lightly, but they’ll live from a minor concussion, maybe major for Lucifer.
With two fingers, he shut Aertha’s eyes and looked at how distraught she looked when dead. He quietly snickered, then giggled, then laughed, holding her a little closer while her body did rag doll physics. He kept muttering I’m sorry, forgive me, please forgive me, this can’t be real, what have we done, i’m so sorry over and over and over again till his voice was hoarse.
Taking her away from the crowd and scenes, refusing to look up at the destroyed Devildom, he found a large grass area that he started to dig up by hand, place her carefully there, trying to make her look peaceful as possible. He then patched it all up, dirt back in the hole and stacked nearby stones for a makeshift grave stone. With field flowers, he pathetically put them there and allowed himself to cry, sitting there while mourning in guilt and many other emotions out there.
“…Do you blame yourself?” Solomon asked right behind Satan. Satan didn’t look up and let the dirt be watered by dripping tears and snot.
Solomon shrugged, walking around the grave, “And?”
Satan rose his head, “…I blame you, you murderer.”
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