Home, at Last
The House of Lamentation was quiet, silence ringing loud in the space where laughter used to echo about. The brothers all looked at each other nervously, the small clinks of their spoons and forks interrupting the awkwardness blanketing over the table. Dinner was an awkward affair, with even the normally boisterous Mammon sniffling in silence instead of yelling out as he usually did.
Near the end of the table, second from the left side, sat Satan. Eyes turned downward and fork carelessly moving the food around his plate in circles. Beel, seated across from him, tracked the movement with keen eyes, his stomach growling yet too afraid to break the silence. Three chairs down from Satan and Beel sat Kirana, a blank expression settled onto her normally smiling face. Every movement she performed was precise and calculated, a small clink ringing out every now and then as she gathered up food onto her spoon.
“So, uh, nice weather we’re having yeah?” Mammon asked nervously, his eyes flicking back and forth between Kirana and Satan, a forced smile on his face as he tried to lighten the mood.
“The breeze has been nice,” Kirana agreed, dabbing her lips with a napkin before reaching over to grab some cake (courtesy of Barbatos for having to cancel on their tea party so last minute).
Satan brightened up at that, an eager grin on his face as he chimed in, “Yes! It has! There’s a trail that looks lovely this time of year, with a great view if you’d like to go!”
His grin faltered as Kirana stood up, grabbing her slice of lemon pound cake and a dessert fork, and left the dining table, pushing her chair back towards the table and walking up to her room. The sting of being ignored flushed Satan' s cheeks, a frown appearing as he stared back into his plate. It had been more than a week, by this point, of Kirana’s silent treatment.
Mammon sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood up, finished plate in hand. “It’s been a week already! How have ya still not apologized to her?” He shook his head in contempt at his little brother, walking away towards the kitchen to start cleaning up.
Asmo stood up as well, nervously looking towards the hallway Kirana left through. “Just apologize, Satan. Whatever you did, whatever you said- it can’t be that important that you’re ruining your relationship with her over. Man up and beg for her forgiveness, and soon.” He sighed, ruffling Satan’s hair as he walked past him, off to, presumably, find Kirana and suggest another girls’ night, as he had been doing the past week.
Lucifer joined in, watching as Asmo walked away, an unusually fragile look on his face as he stood stiffly, face frozen as he said, “If you want to talk about, my office is always open to you. Don’t let your wrath control you like this.” His eyes flickered away, watching as Beel ate Belphie’s leftovers, and gave a small frown, eyes finally meeting Satan’s before walking away.
Satan grimaced, lowering his head into his hands as he contemplated Lucifer’s words. It’s bad enough that the others had already been getting onto him from the start, but if Lucifer is stepping in it means that it’s going too far.
He isn’t blind, he’s seen how Kirana lightened up the House of Lamentation, and how she’s helped the brothers with many of their problems- this silent treatment was affecting everyone, not just him.
And he knew that. He knew that he shouldn’t have let this drag on for as long as it had, but every time he saw her, watched her laugh with Asmo and taste test tea cakes with Barbatos, that slimy feeling started to creep up on him again. He could feel it, sometimes. The physicality of wrath, how the inky anger filled up his throat and suffocated his lungs. He could feel his claws fighting to come out, his horns and his teeth wishing cruelty upon everyone- he was surrounded by it.
Nothing would ever come close to the way she loved him, healed him, quieted down the more angry parts of himself. He got up, food abandoned and forgotten on the table for Beel to snack on later, as he slowly walked towards the library. His second haven, when he couldn’t have the warmth of his beloved.
The memory of it all floated around in his head, her face stricken with tears as she asked him to stop, asking him why- his wrath burned the rest away, the words he said venomous and sharp, aimed to hurt, to maim. He closed his eyes, trying in vain to burn away the memory, to erase it from his mind. The suffocating feeling of regret bubbled up his throat- again, and somehow even worse than all the previous times combined.
He knew there was fear, locked behind his mind and buried deep in his heart- he was scared he had lost her, his haven, his beloved, and yet that fear also kept him locked up. Running forward but not moving his feet- he felt trapped. Every time he saw her he could feel the fear creeping up on him, the worry that she didn’t love him anymore, that she despised him and his cruelty, that his wrath had finally driven away the person that he loved the most.
“Mrow!”
A small purr shook Satan out of his thoughts, the smaller, brown furred Satan chirping as he rubbed against the demon’s legs. Satan’s hands ghosted lightly over the cat’s fur, the softness of the kitten fur sweeping across his palm as he gave into his little ones’ demand.
“Your mother hates me,” He whispered, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “I messed up, I pushed her away, she’s gone.”
“Mrow!” another chirp from his miniature version, a gift from Kirana all those months ago once she saw how attached the tabby had grown to the demon’s presence, was all it took for even more tears to start flowing out, sobs soon wracking the demon’s body as he curled up onto the floor, the faint smells of books and paper and ink surrounding him as he cried and cried and cried.
That’s how Kirana found him, curled up and sobbing, booking small and pathetic and just overall… very undemon-like. She knew there was a chance he might have been here, the library acting as his sanctuary just as much as it was hers, but the unexpected sight stopped her in her tracks.
“Please,” Satan whimpered, tears marring his features as he looked up at her, the obvious contrast from their usual heights ringing in her mind, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me!”
“I shouldn’t have said that I love you and I know you love me too! I’m sorry, please, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to get so jealous I know you love me and I just- I just lost it I’m so, so sorry, please, don’t leave me-”
“That’s not enough.” Kirana interrupted Satan’s grief-stricken ramble. “That’s not a real apology.” She crouched down, mini Satan’s purrs soothing her brain as she took in the scene before her.
“But, I missed you. So- just for now, just for this moment, hold me, please.” And Satan lunged at her, like a demon starved and hurt looking for its’ way back home, Satan wrapped his arms around Kirana, both of them covered in the scents of the library, the heat from the tabby resting on their laps, and the wetness soaking their faces as Satan pressed into Kirana, chasing her warmth.
“I’ll apologize better, I’ll make a real apology tomorrow, so please, just let me have this.” Satan murmured into her hair, hands trembling as they found their place around Kirana’s waist.
“Of course,” she whispered back, heart aching for her lover as she sunk into his arms. Home, at last.
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cup notes:
Merry Christmas! This is my piece for the 2025 Holiday Obey Me Exchange (@obeymevents)! This is for @fickleminder and their lovely OC Kirana!
This was so fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it as well! Happy holidays to y'all!!!
