Just as Etihw wasnât accustomed to the ground, Satanick wasnât accustomed to the light.
It wasnât that he wasnât used to being in light ever, his common visits to other worlds providing that, but here it seemed constant, a bright sting in his eyes where normally he would be able to retreat to his own world occasionally. Being nocturnal was always his preference, awake and aware while others slept, and active again only later during the daytime. Not that the devil slept too much either way, another cause of the constant bags under his eyes. Here it was only worse, the bright light casting a glow on naturally pale skin and dark eyes, staying up all night in his current obsession to create a invention to get them out of this strange world.
It was for this reason that he decided to explore more during the night instead. It was only natural, for a night demon to want to be out during the night hours, already tired eyes avoiding the ache of the sunlight. Those same eyes scanned the shelves of stores, looking for anything that would help him in his creation, picking up seemingly random objects to look them over. He had tried many at this point, trash off the street and disposable toys and other such things; all failing in the end, a broken pile at the bottom of his apartment wall. Useless, all of it was useless. But despite that the devilâs stubbornness wouldnât allow him to give up the chase, even after days and days of nonstop trying.
It was most likely better for the devil to keep trying however, lest he fall into despair. He was the best, the magnificent, the wonderful, the smartest, the one who would save them all out of here. Just words that he repeated to himself, over and over, convincing himself that he would be able to get out whenever he wished to, never giving in to these scientist Gods. What else did he have to distract him from here, in this place? None of his subordinates or others where here so far, as far as he could tell. No, no he had to keep himself busy, keep his obsessive mind on thoughts of escape instead of that feeling of abandonment and powerlessness that could encase him instead. Satanick always was best at keeping himself in that deep seated denial for most of his life at this point.
Alas, this store would not hold anything helpful either. Still he picked up a few things, before finally leaving the store, the bell a cheerful little chime behind him in the dark. Stepping forward into the light of the streetlamp the store held above and then beyond he started a quick pace to the next store he would explore- Only to be stopped in his tracks by a familiar voice, somewhere behind him. Whirling around, thinking that finally maybe he would see somebody he knew, somebody he had been desperately searching for, somebody who could finally give him just a bit of company- he found instead the sight of a familiar looking God in white, looking quite misplaced.
It took a minute for him to place them as well. As old as he was, he has met many during the eons, and many Gods as well. But this was one he couldnât have forgotten, a truly unique one despite so many. For what other God was in matrimony with their devil? Â And of course, how could he forget such a cute little face?
âYes, yes that is me~ And you are, ah the cutie with the old man, of course, of course. Iâm glad these Gods decided to give me somebody so cute for company~! Ah, unlessâŚ?â
His surprise was still apparent, and it wasnât somebody that he had wanted to appear, but the idea of another deity being here gave him a certain amount of hope. A certain hope that they were the savior to all of these problems, saving him from having to admit to himself and others that he could not make it out of here himself. The Gods were coming to help them all, and of course his brother wouldnât be far behind either. He had to be. He had to be coming to take him out of here. Â And the devilâs mind ran a mile a minute already convinced of such a thing.
âYou are of course here to rescue people? Ah, a God to the rescue what better, what better? The perfect end to a story of world terror. It will make a great book once weâre out~ So, so! Whenâs my brother coming too?â
A familiar face was comforting... even though the face belonged to him. Never in their years had they encountered someone as unabashedly crude as he was or confused them as much as he managed to in their short time. He had answers to questions they never wanted in the first place.
But he meant well, so he had their favor.
  However his expectations were further from the truth, though this truth was established long before either of them were placed there: they were unable to travel between other worlds with the same ease or same ability other Gods possessed, no. Whether it was deliberate or a lucky guess that worked  in the Flame Devil's favor, their lack of expertise in an art they were uninterested in became embarrassingly apparent. There wasnât a need to travel beyond their world; everything, everyone theyâd ever known along with the history they created was all there, not elsewhere, dimensions away. To put it ever so bluntly, no other world mattered. The others were filled with unrest, corruption, and they never had any wish for allies in the past when they perpetuated the same actions they now vehemently condemn. Traveling for pleasure never occurred to them as they hardly even took pleasure in leaving the comfort of their own room. It would take an exceeding amount of energy--on their own, anyway.
With their Devil, not so much. Their combined energies allowed them to pass through the dimensional fabric like any other powerful being, though his methodology was different. Etihw figured running into one of their like acquaintances the same could be attempted. But rescue...they began to speak before opting to merely shake their head.
  The same helplessness they felt while seemingly trapped in the Flame World threatened to weigh them down more than the gravity that held their aching feet tethered to the sidewalk. Momentarily, their composure faltered, part in irritation for him assuming that they were here to rescue him, partly for, once again, allowing themself to get put in a vulnerable position as to where they couldnât do anything. Satanick wasnât one they were looking to dazzle with their abilities, not by far, but their unique disposition wasnât one theyâd gotten around to explaining to anyone other than their head angel or Kcalb.
  Another one of those metal contraptions whizzed past the two, throwing their hair into a disarray--their attention stolen momentarily before turning it back to him, their look of surprise replaced with one of concern.
â Your brother ? â The name of that god escaped them but it was irrelevant anyway.
â No.
 --I mean, yes, Iâm delighted you remember Kcalb and I, but..I wasnât sent here for you. For anyone. I merely ran into you. âÂ
Lips pursed before resolving their train of thought. Either he also was unable to travel and their lack of ability was actually more common than they initially thought, or he also had his powers rendered nonexistent in this ..a city the rulers here called it? The way these rulers, Gods--whoever or whatever they were--selected their prisoners puzzled them.
  â Mm ..It seems weâre in the same boat. â
