As the end of the first day started to pass, the sun falling back beneath sight and the moon rising, Satanick was getting more and more impatient as time went on. Having tried to scour the city as best he could, he had found absolutely nobody. Well, that wasn’t quite true. There were some from his world he had found, but none that he had actually wished to see. His subordinates, his fellow devils, his brother; he had found nothing, absolutely no sign or hair of them.
After the failure of the first day, he had come up with a brilliant plan to create a invention to get him out of there. Waiting for the others was taking far too long of course, and his brother would take forever to help him out if he wished to keep him there as a joke. One day was far enough for him, and so he had started to gather parts. Soon his apartment was covered in nothing but bits of wire, metal, and other various useless things. And yet, none of it was enough. Working day and night lately to make anything he could out of these pieces to no avail, throwing them at the walls in frustration.
No, no! He could get out of here, he knew he could! What failure of a devil could let himself get captured by these Gods? Could let himself get shown up by them, being thawed at every turn? Certainly not him, never him! Never ever him, the best devil of them all, the smartest, the strongest! These Gods were nothing but idiots if they thought they could take on Pitch world like this, could take him on like this. For even without his powers, he was the best of them all, and he would prove that. Even if his brother wasn’t here, wasn’t picking him up for whatever reason, he could beat them all his own. Nothing could ever stop him, none of these people here, and nobody up there either.
Thoughts swirled inside of his head, over and over. Words of denial ringing constantly, of his power of his achievements. Nothing that mattered in his place. Nothing that mattered to anybody. None of it mattered. Nobody here mattered. He didn’t matter. But oh but he did, he knew he did, he always mattered, he was the devil he was always important even to those in another world. Always, always, always, always, always, ALWAYS, ALWAYS.
He mattered, they would see that. The Gods here would see that. They had to. They had to let him go. They had to. The people here had to see him, hear him, touch him, witness him. They would, they would see that he was important, the most important to them all. And he would be the one to get them out of here. The one who would show those Gods. The one who would put them in his place beneath him. Him, him, nobody else but him.
Why was nobody here? Why did nothing come? Did they notice him gone? Did his brother notice him gone? Did any of them? They cared he was gone, they did. They noticed, they had to. Perhaps the war these Gods had already started? Yes, yes that was it. There was a war out there, that’s why nobody could come just yet, yes that made perfect sense. Then he would just have to be the one who went and got out of here himself and enter the war, winning it for them all. He would be the hero of this war, and everybody would know of his arrival and his power then. Yes, yes of course they would. How could they not? How could anybody not? How could the people here not? They were fools to not realize.
He didn’t quite realize he was saying this all out loud as he walked down the streets, looking for even more materials to put in his invention, even as it was a failure so far and most likely would only be again. He probably sounded even more crazy to others as he passed by, not even seeing them and only focused on his task and his own thoughts turned words. It wasn’t until he saw that single radiant sight, the familiar white of a nurses uniform matched with snakes of white scales that he stopped short, his thoughts finally quiet for a moment and his face blank.
And then he was running up to her, and despite if she knew he was coming or not, grabbed her suddenly, hugging her to the ground. And much like him not realizing he was talking out loud, he didn’t yet realize he was crying yet either until several minutes later.
“Where… where have you been… Medo… Why did you leave me, don’t leave me again…You’re not allowed to…”
Her eyes were focused on the ground, attempting to not make eye contact with anyone out of instinct. She was made acutely aware during her first day in the city that her eyes were no longer cursed to turn a helpless, innocent bystander into stone. Medouco had nothing to fear in that regard, though it was difficult to break old bad habits so quickly. It was hard enough to purposefully walk around the city without being mindful of every single person around her. The snakes of her hair had a tendency of staring and gawking at the people she passed.
In going about her business, hoping to find a job and abide by the social experiment she was thrown into, Medouco never anticipated being suddenly tackled to the ground in broad daylight by a giant, terrifying mass of a man.
After falling to the gravel with a loud thump, Medouco gritted her teeth in distress. She landed flat on her rump. Painful vibrations shot from the small of her back and up into her spine, making it feel as though her brain and eyeballs were vibrating after impact. An awful throbbing sensation. Underneath the grasp of the random individual, desperately wanting to put immediate distance between herself and her attacker, Medouco pushed and squirmed with all her might.
It was only after the voice of her boss came from the man when Medouco realized that this person was no stranger. "Lord Satanick?" She asked in a whimper, visibly shaken as his arms curled around her frame tighter and tighter.
His question as to where she had gone off to filled Medouco with immediate guilt, albeit confusion as well since it ultimately implied that had not known of her whereabouts. Did Satanick not have a hand in the social experiment at all? How peculiar.
"I... I'm so sorry," the gorgon rasped, eyes widening as she stared up at Satanick from beneath her winding and curling snakes. The serpents seemed to calm down immediately when they realized it was their boss who pushed Medouco down, rather than a stranger. Medouco shared the sentiment. She felt relieved to have his company at her side. Perhaps he knew more than her regarding what was going on and why they were there in such a strange city in the first place.
Though, after feeling his hot tears land on her cheeks and hearing his broken sobs, the hope for answers from Satanick was lost. Her devil was suffering much more than her in the situation they were in, such a somber thing was clear.
She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, gently rubbing his arm. Despite the heaviness that was her boss laying across her body, Medouco managed to prop herself up with her other arm. Medouco sunk into the warmth of his embrace, worriedly squeezing Satanick's frame in the hope of comforting and soothing her devil.
"I-I didn't mean to leave you," She told him piteously, silently praying for his forgiveness. Medouco's snakes were apparently worried about him as well. They watched him closely, eyeing his public display of vulnerability and emotional weakness in clinging to their host so desperately. One of the serpents slithered toward him to lick and nip at his cheek affectionately, attempting to soothe him.
Medouco moved her hand upward to brush soft fingers between black tresses. Making sure to be careful with her boss, the gorgon avoided any physical contact with his horns while gently petting and tending to him. "It won't happen again," she promised.
She carefully lifted his upper body, still clutching Satanick and keeping him steady. "Are you hurt at all?" Medouco asked, red and yellow eyes gazing down at her devil in concern.
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