Satan enjoyed the rebellious spirit of the young man. Demons were unruly by nature, but it often had to do with the basic instincts of fighting to survive, to overcome each other. This refusal to accept the tyranny of God Himself was seldom seen, and thus, Satan felt fond, a sentiment he’d previously held for only one other.
He waited until the boy walked closer, and reached behind himself to pluck a single feather from one of his wings. “An angel’s tears formed diamonds upon hitting the earth, or so the old wives say. However, rare as they may be, it is not in the tears that priceless reward is provided.” Satan looked over the feather in his fingers. “An angel’s wings are his pride. Each feather is forged by the same light that birth galaxies of stars. With even one at your disposal, you have the power to conjure miracles.”
He passed the feather to the boy. “Plant this into the earth, and you will have endless harvest. Soak it in a stream, and you will have remedy to every ailment of the flesh. Use this wisely. Share its bounty with those you love.” He leaned forward, until the tips of their noses almost touched.
“Find Akira,” he whispered. “Tell him that if he wants his people to survive, he must never engage me in combat. Humanity’s only hope is in hiding. You are now prey.” He held the boy’s gaze. “You cannot fight if you cannot live. Thus, you must first thrive.”
standing there in front of satan, he couldn’t even guess what the other was going to do or give to him. anything could have happened, sometimes it was hard to predict just what satan or the demons would do. but he’d have faith just this once that it wouldn’t end up with him being killed or hurt.
ryuu’s gaze caught on the feather was it was plucked from his wing, entrapped by the beauty and allure of it. being so close to satan was one thing, the power exuded from him but it was obvious belonging to just him. but once the feather was separated from his body, it seemed so much different. how he had enough willpower not to be intoxicated by it was unbelievable, but he managed as the fallen angel spelled out just what he could do with the feather.
this was a means of survival. this was satan offering him... every devilman and human a way out of this war. this was survival in a wasteland. one feather could do so much, but it couldn’t be just left up to him what it would be used for. this was definitely going to akira to ask what they should do.
he took the feather, even though it felt like he might taint it the second he touched it, looking from it to satan and listening to him further. ryuu swallowed past the lump in his throat, noticing how close they were. this whole moment was so overwhelming... “ i... thank you... ”
