Aertha x Satan (Part 2) - Angst || Obey Me!
WARNING! **Descriptive Gore/Mental Breakdowns**
Thank you for reading! Please read the previous post for context. Here’s the epilogue.
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Satan sat in front of a picture frame that showed himself and Aertha, then looked at the ripped portrait that showed them on their wedding day.
She's dead.
He took in a breath and looked away from the ripped portrait that barely showed properly how beautiful Aertha was that day. His knees curled up to his chest and burying his head into his knees. His books were tattered, the bedsheets ripped, and there practically wasn't a single thing in his room that wasn't broken. Looking at the mirror that was in fragments, he can barely make out through blurred eyes how much of a mess he was.
For starters, Solomon was forever put into a realm of loneliness, the 9th circle of hell. Where there was nothing but himself. They were able to hold a proper funeral for Aertha. Although there was no body, there was a closed coffin and the grimoire was never to be seen again thanks to Diavolo and Barbatos.
His brothers seem fine, not remembering the memory at all, only concerned for the fourth born. So if Satan were to vent it out, the brothers would only feel despair and terror rotting them away at the core. As much as Satan spites them, he can't bear to see his brothers wallow in guilt. He's a rotting mess of guilt and can't even eat properly, cursing at how his brothers are able to live on properly, amnesia on their minds.
Dark circles shaped Satan's eyes as he finally got his stiff limbs to move and look at himself in the broken glass. His figure skinnier than ever and lips chapped. He looked at the picture of them together and sighed.
Satan looked up, feeling more awake than ever, seeing Aertha's red eyes behind him, her hands on his shoulders.
"I'm sure you had a lovely time eating my thumb, didn't you Satan?"
"Satan, you sure looked like you had such a fun time watching your brothers eat parts of me. Bit by bit, little by little,"
Aertha walked around the room, twirling a strand of her hair, "You see...I thought you loved me."
Satan reached out towards her, noticing how parts of her chipped away, slowly. Bit by bit, little by little to her flesh, "I do love you though! Aertha... Aertha please."
"Satan, I'm not an idiot."
"Satan, I'm not a fool either, you're so weak willed..."
"You're so weak willed," She turned to him, the bone of her cheek exposed, "You couldn't even pull yourself together when I asked you to! I'm your wife Satan! Your lover!!! I out of all people should've made you snapped out of it!!!" Blood dripped from her clothes and onto the floor, "And this is what you do to me?! You stab me in the heart?!" blood then dripped from her mouth, "Stab me in the heart without a word?! NOT EVEN AN I LOVE YOU AS I DIED?!"
Satan is curled up on the floor, begging for her to stop, begging for her to have mercy on him, begging for her to go away and that he's sorry for what he did. His hands over his ears and tears streaked down on his face. He can feel how angry she is. He can feel how resentful she is. His breathing hitches in unsteady rates and his heart pounding in his ears.
He's scared. He's so scared.
"Aertha... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't snap out of it... I'm sorry that I'm like this... I'm sorry I couldn't rescue you... help me... I'm sorry... please help me... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Aertha I'm sorry... please forgive me..."
He looked up to see her red eyes cold and unloving, "You think I can forgive you for what you did? Are you bullshitting me?" She pulled his head back by the hair, "Are you really asking me for forgiveness? Pull yourself together you foolish demon!"
"You're sorry? WHERE IS THE PROOF THAT YOU'RE SORRY SATAN?! WHERE IS IT?! CAUSE I KNOW IT'S NOT WHEN YOU'RE HALLOWED UP IN YOUR ROOM DOING JACKSHIT." Satan is sobbing, begging for her to stop, someone to stop her.
"Satan. You're pathetic. Oh so pathetic. I should be happy that you've dumbed yourself down to this level, but I'm not. I'm not impressed."
Satan is barely breathing as she says the next words, watching her cry.
"Why did I even marry you? I should've never married you in the first place."
Something snaps in him, he wants to believe this is all imaginary and all a dream. Maybe he was delusional from not drinking enough water. Maybe he didn't eat enough, sleep enough, or maybe he is sleeping! The line of reality and fantasy blurs heavily as Aertha starts crumbling, and so does he.
He doesn't know how long he's been on the floor, confused, sobbing, crying, ringing in his ears, but he knows it's not healthy at all.
They could've had a beautiful daughter as he promised on their wedding day named Liselotte, grow old together, make more memories, cherish the old, make the new, be there for her, care for her, the family memories they could've had but it all died with Aertha.
And it's all because of him.
Everything he wanted died.
Small ringing in his ears formed voices. Voices so loud he couldn't ignore anymore. Varying voices, male and female, taunting him out of his room.
"You did this Satan! You!!!"
"You let your brothers eat us?! Are you kidding me?!"
"I couldn't do everything I wanted because of you."
He grabs the sword he killed Aertha with.
"I could've had a future with the person I loved,"
"You ruined our dreams. Our hopes!"
He drags it along the floor, following where his instincts wanted him to, straight into Mammon's room.
"Hey? Hey Satan! What are you doing?! Satan what are you doing with that sword?! SATAN?! SATAN!"
And he stabs Mammon straight into the heart without a word.
He didn't know when Mammon's cries died down and his body flumped to the seat, neither when the brothers entered his room, seeing the deed he's done. The floor stained red, the couch stained red, hands on the floor and blood gushing out. The brothers could only look at Satan, slow terror and anger rising in their blood as they turned into their demon forms. Satan could only scoff.
"Do you know what I had to bear with alone my dear brothers?"
"You can tell us later, for now, we're going, Levi call an ambulance for Mammon." Levi nodded, pulling out his phone.
Satan stabbed Mammon's eye, straight through the sunglasses, "No I don't think you will,"
"Satan stop!" Asmo yelled out.
"DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT I HAD TO BEAR WITH ALONE?! My dead wife yelling at me?!"
He lunged towards Belphegor, making sure that sword was stuck between Belphie's head, "ABUSING ME?!" He felt the a force shove him into a wall, the sword for sure making a scar on the 7th born's head, "TELLING ME SHE SHOULD'VE NEVER MARRIED ME?! DO YOU ALL KNOW HOW THAT FEELS?! DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY?!"
"Shut up Satan," Beel placed a hand on his head, trying to ignore the loud maniacal laughter Belphegor let out then flopped to the side, trying to stop the blood by Leviathan's jacket.
"No! You shut up! I'm sure you really liked Aertha's body for a meal! Didn't you?! YOU DIDN'T HESITATE TO EAT HER ALL UP UNTIL I SNAPPED OUT OF IT AND STOPPED YOU!"
"...What?" Beel felt empty and panicked, "...Satan...what?"
Satan got the sword and slashed Beel's neck, "YOU HEARD ME YOU FUCKING GLUTTON! YOU ATE THE ONLY PERSON WHO UNDERSTOOD ME THE MOST!"
"Satan, get a hold of yourself!"
"Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up! JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
Asmodeus threw a perfume bottle at Satan, hoping it hit his head, "You didn't have to harbor all of that to yourself you damn idiot! You could've told us! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ALL OF US AND WE ALL COULD'VE SUFFERED WITH YOU!"
Satan stood there shocked. Then shook his head, then thought about it again, kicking Beel away from the sword, "You fucking fool of a narcissist..."
The 4th born looked up, drenched in blood, sweat and tears, "I couldn't do that to you...if what happened then made me like this, then what about all of you?"
Asmo held a hand out for Satan and seconds later without a breath in his lungs, that hand was cut off. The screaming his throat and visible wrist bone popping out as he finally screamed and let it all out.
"...I couldn't say this to you before...But you looked fucking ugly when you ate Aertha's arm," He looked at Leviathan and Lucifer, the two of them backing up. He looked at the bodies and maniacally laughed, "Lucifer!!! Oh darling Lucifer! What are you going to do now?!"
He spread his arms out and laughed to himself, "Everyone is bleeding, Beel can't breathe, Belphie is bleeding out...Is Mammon dead?" He kicked Mammon's head like it was a soccer ball and Lucifer winced at how it cracked in an awful noise, "...Well now he is,"
Leviathan carefully backed up, "Satan...Satan please..."
"Satan will do what for you brother Levi? What will Satan do for you? Give you mercy?" He placed his bloodied hands on Leviathan's cheek and slapped him right across the face, "That's fucking bullshit." Without knowing, Leviathan just collapsed onto the ground, breathless as he felt the slashes on his ankles, rendering him unable to move.
"Now you can't run or swim!"
"Satan, you're mourning, but you put this on yourself. You put this burden on yourself."
Satan scoffed, hands on his hips and glared at Lucifer, "That's not what everyone said when you hid the truth about Lilith for I don't know, a thousand years?"
"Don't bring Lilith into this,"
"I don't know her anyway. I'll offend the dead a little longer Lucifer, spite everything you've liked and known."
Lucifer felt his patience snap into thin lines, fraying at each second that ticked on the grandfather clock. Taking off his jacket, he placed it over Mammon, closing his eyes with two fingers and breathing out an "I'm sorry" in a hushed whisper.
"Lucifer, I can hear the ambulances coming,"
Satan held the sword with two hands, "...Can't you just let me die...and maybe let me see my wife one last time?"
"...You fool. You want to see your wife after you've broken our family?"
"At least the problem is gone-"
"Satan, I'm not letting you die."
"...Honestly..." Satan held the sword by the handle, and made sure to make a large cut over Lucifer's face, diagonal, enough to cause a scar, "You fucking piss me off,"
Time ticks slowly as Satan sat on Mammon's bed, staining it with his hands, he looked at the ceiling and saw how lavishly peaceful Mammon lived, "...This is why he's foolish and an idiot..."
He looks over to the hallucination of Aertha who looked at him back, this time with gray eyes.
"...Are you satisfied love?"
"...If it's for you then yes I am,"
"...Can...Can you tell me that you love me?"
He paused, hearing another faint voice. He sat up from the gray sheets and listened and saw in blur.
"...Tani please, I want to live, don't let me die like this...You know I love you...right? ..Right?"
don't let me die like this...
Fuck off Solomon...Fuck off!
you wouldn't actually do this...
...Do you...really hate me that much...
I should've died a lot earlier...
you know I love you, right?
He looked at the illusion, at Aertha's sad gray eyes, she sent him a smile, a sad but genuine one and closed her eyes, holding him with her two faded, cold hands. She didn't have to say anything because now Satan knew how she felt in her last moments.
Cold, alone, unloved, wishful, miserable.
The guilt piled up in heavy brick, choking on his words that he could never find. In the end, he hugged nothing but air, everything an illusion.
When he woke up, he found himself cold, alone, unloved, wishful, and miserable, hands chained to the wall. He wasn't dead, there was no such bitter sweet release like that where he was. He silently sobbed to himself, the hallucinations and voices gone.
He woke up devastated.
//END//
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