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09/25/2025
The man's in heck and STILL digging himself a deeper hole.
Amy gets tired of Sitiri calling you "Solomon."
There will be a blank space “____” where you are to insert your name (:
Satan requested that Pyong gather his “main vassals” for a quick meeting to go over the plans for the next angel invasion, which was said to target the capital of Gehenna.
As they waited for their king, who was to lead the meeting, Leray, Paimon, Belial, Zagan, and Astroth were having a quiet conversation amongst themselves.
It was a good distraction from the tension brewing on the other side of the room.
Sitri, the right-hand man of the castle, sat quietly, neat, manicured hands folded gently over his lap.
Amy, the right-hand man in the army's defenses, was slouched in his chair.
Narrow eyes pinning Stiri to the far end of the wall.
A butterfly…
That’s what he wished this blue bastard to be.
A dried-up butterfly he could stick needles through and mount on his wall.
A trophy.
He snickered to himself, tipping his head backwards, letting out a long sigh that followed the laughter.
Sitri’s eyebrow twitched; even Amy’s breathing was enough to set him off.
“I hope you choke on your own spit and die, you disgusting ape.”
A disgruntled scowl adorned Amy’s face in a heartbeat.
He hated sitting in a room with this pompous fuck, but he hated it even more when the pompous fuck spoke.
“I would happily skin you and turn you into a leather seat for his Majesty's motorcycle, but that would require touching you. And the thought alone makes me wanna puke.”
Pyong nervously fidgeted with his little stumps for hands,
“Sir Amy, Sir Sitri Aye! Please settle, Aye!”
The small red lump was the only one that was making an effort to calm the two.
“When he keens over and dies.”
Amy and Stiri spoke in unison, resulting in them glaring daggers at one another.
“You smell. Have you showered?”
“Why I–”
Right before Amy could finish his sentence (and his action of punching Sitri), you, the descendant of Solomon, happily rolled a dessert cart into the room.
“_______!!!!”
Paimon exclaimed, their usual elongated melodic voice making your already bright smile shine even brighter.
Everyone greeted you with a sweet smile; the spat between the two devils quelled with your presence.
However, Amy’s face quickly contorted once more as he heard Sitri “lovingly” refer to you as Solomon.
“Hi everyone, I prepared some pastries and tea!"
You chirped, not even batting an eye at Sitri still referring to you as your descendant.
It bothered you a lot at first…
Still, really, sort of does, but you manage to ignore it to the point that it’s become easier to hear.
You had already skillfully served everyone their pastries, and now you were focusing on the tea.
"Aye!! _____ is hosting so well it could rival his majesty Lucifer! Aye!!"
Pyong happily flapped his wings, his small body jerking towards you before flopping back down in front of his comedically oversized slice of cake, which he happily chomped down in no less than three bites.
You giggled, a soft blush dusting over your face as you set a tea cup before Amy, pouring it with a gentle stream.
"Oh, Pyong! Don't let Lucifer hear you say that; he may hiss at you... or me."
You squeraked with a small shutter.
The first time Lucifer hissed at you like a feral cat, it threw you for a loop. It scared the absolute shit out of you.
Amy thanked you with a genuine smile, one that made Sitri bite his tongue and refrain from commenting.
You finally came around to pour Sitri his cup of tea.
"I made sure to add an additional bag to your steap Sitri."
You gave him a charming smile, one that made Amy jealous.
"Thank you, Solomon. The cake is delicious, too."
Everyone was too busy devouring your snack, so no one other than Amy noticed the gentle fall of your face.
The smile you had so graciously devoted to Stiri became tight, plastered.
"Thank you... I followed a recipe Satan has been dying to try..."
You chewed on your lower lip.
Why was it now that his slip-up decided to hurt your feelings tenfold?
You set the kettle down next on the table, incessantly rubbing your hands over your cute little apron.
Tears began to veil your vision.
"I- Uh, O-one moment, I forgot something in the kitchen."
You quickly blurted out, embarrassed to have them see you in an emotional meltdown.
"Solomon...?" Sitri called out. Your heartbeat began pounding at a different rate, and he was about to get up and follow you, but Amy had materialized behind him, slamming him back down on his chair.
"You absolute shit bag." Amy hissed, and even Sitri was at a loss for words. The room had gone dead silent.
"I am so sick and tired of you being physically unable to call them by their name... They are their own person. I don't give a SHIT how close you thought you were to Solomon. They are dead, gone!"
The words hit Sitri hard.
But his face stayed emotionless. He was not about to show Amy that his words affected him.
But Amy was already livid, and the blue-haired demons' silence only enhanced his fury.
A loud crack echoed in the room. Amy's fist was a deep red. Stiri's whole body had been ejected onto the floor.
He held the side of his face; the only visible part of him was a light trickle of blood from his nose, which mapped his mouth.
"Do you have any idea how disrespectful and selfish you're being?!"
Amy spat in Sitri's direction.
"Tell Satan I have more important matters to tend to."
Amy growled, swinging the door open and then slamming it shut. The frames adorning the wall clatter to the floor.
The room is still silent.
Staying silent until Satan arrived.
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Hello!! This thought came to me in the middle of the night & I knew I had to write it lol! This is also my first story. It was a quick little draft, but please let me know if you enjoyed it / would like to see more!! (:
kind of an old drawing but some of the best shi I've ever drawed
What in Hell is Bad Drawtober Edition 😈
#1. Satan 🐺
#2. Sitri 🐆
#3. Paimon (Used the ears he got in Juno's story)
Been uploading these in other plataform , I think will upload them here too.
Each Demon group have a costume theme, Gehenna's are Werewolfs/animals 🐺 (Just Satan, the others are different animals 🙈)
Rage baiting
How long will an MC survive alongside Satan by acting as a rage baiter?
No...
That's not a writing idea...👀
Satan! I love him! I can't even explain why.
Tshd things I’ve noticed that aren’t so little
No one really talks about the Gehenna sketch from volume 5, but isn’t it odd how the artist died a year after drawing it?
WARNING! FROM THIS POINT ON THERE ARE A LOT OF MANGA SPOILERS FROM VOL. 6 AND ABOVE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!