alright I got another idea, what about a female reader who is pretty religious, like to the point where she’s weary to be around the brothers and will default to being around the angels because she trusts them more? and Satan is tired of it and interrogates her about it
ahh I am not at all religious myself, so I hope I’ve included those points well enough. Thanks for the request <3
It’s understandable that she’s scared. She’s a human with no magic suddenly appearing in a world she never knew existed, living with men whose names equate to the most evil force imaginable in her realm. Some of them have alluded to eating her and that is definitely no way to make a guest feel comfortable.
But there’s a difference between weary and rude and Satan has had about enough of it.
They only see her at breakfast and dinner. She’s in and out, giving one word answers as she avoids looking any of them in the eye. They glimpse her between classes and at lunch, both places where she never sits with them, opting instead to spend her time with Simeon and Luke, and Solomon by extension.
Something is always clutched tightly in her hand. He realizes it’s a rosary the day he decides to confront her.
She’s standing by the front doors as he’s on his way to the lounge. The decision to talk to her is a subconscious one. One minute he’s minding his own business and the next, when she jumps and tucks herself into the corner at the sight of him, he’s tightening his jaw in frustration. He moves toward her and she throws up a hand.
“Stay-stay back!” A silver cross swings from her clenched fist.
Satan stops, not out of fear of the symbol but because of the fear in her eyes.
“I was wondering what you were always muttering at.” It suddenly makes sense; any time she sees one of them, she starts praying. She jumps again when he calls her name. “Tell me, have I or my brothers threatened you at any time since you arrived?”
Slowly, she shakes her head. Satan sighs and through the anger that still claws at him persistently, he feels something else when he looks at her, somewhat unfamiliar but oddly comforting. It’s what lets him say what he does next.
“I don’t know what sort of things you learned about demons in the human realm,” maybe it’s the sincerity that he tries to instill in his voice, but she turns to look at him, really look at him for the first time since she’s been here, “but we don’t know much about humans down here either. That’s part of the reason you’re here, isn’t it? I don’t know about my brothers, but I am interested in getting to know you more.”
Satan could have said that he was interested in learning about humans, but that wouldn’t have been quite right. And for the first time in weeks, as though she understands exactly what he’s not saying, she flashes him a smile not restrained by niceties or clouded by fear but one he hopes to see again quite often.