so i recently fell back into the Satan and Me comic, and of course i catch up at the angsty part. so i tried to write something for it.
“Satan please! Help me!”
Satan hears her screams, as loud as if she’s standing next to him, but he can’t seem to find her. For the first time since they have met, Satan is unable to find the girl. Lucifer can feel his heart pounding on his chest, feel the saliva pooling in his mouth, feel the itch in his legs and feet to run, run, run and find her, and he listens. He feels the earth smacking under his feet, dry and hard, but he can’t see where he’s going. There’s only darkness, and Satan feels his eyes and ears straining like they never have before, trying to find any trace of Natalie in the dark.
“Girl, answer me! Where are you? Girl!”
Satan heard heaving breathing, his own; and sobbing, from her. It sounds farther away now, pulling back from him. Lucifer runs forward, chasing the sound, earth flying beneath him. He can see something in the distance, a purple pink hue he knows will be Natalie. His back is itching now too, and Lucifer unfurls his wings, flying towards the light, towards Natalie. Her sobs have slowly started to fade out, just unsteady breathing and small hiccups now. The light of getting brighter and brighter as Lucifer draws closer, and he can see what Raphael had meant when he said her soul was a garden. Satan raced for her, arms outstretched, so close he could almost grab her purple hair, when he feels his wings fall from his back and he falls, hard, bouncing on the ground and landing a few feet from her. Natalie has flowers blooming all over her skin, moss and grass draping over her shoulders and down her back, pooling all around her in an ever-growing radius. She’s silent now, and Satan pushes himself off the ground and envelopes her in his arms, pulling her into his chest.
“I’m here now, I’m here, Natalie, kid, are you-” He’s panting into her shoulder, running a hand tenderly over her shoulder and down her arm, trying not to disturb her flowers. His first question gets swallowed by her interruption.
“Why did you forget about me, Lucifer?” Her voice was ragged and hoarse, and Satan could feel his heart breaking with every syllable.
“I’m-I didn’t- I didn’t mean- I’m so sor-”
“You left me behind again, Satan. That wasn’t very nice of you. I’m your best friend, don’t you care about me?” When Natalie spoke this time, there was no emotion in it. Every accusation felt pointed, direct, designed to hurt him as much as possible. Lucifer felt his stomach go cold, and slowly he peeled himself back to look at Natalie. Mismatched eyes and a too wide mouth met his gaze, leering back at him.
“You’re so ungrateful. After the gift I gave you, you leave me here in hell? You didn’t try at all to save her, did you Lucifer? Too selfish, just like you’ve always been. But she’s ours now, ours to play with, to touch to tortu-”
Satan threw himself up into standing position, and sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, hurling a punch into the air that caused him to stumble forward when it didn’t connect with anything. His face and back were sweating, and he could feel that his horns had come back out of his head and that his ears were twitching instinctively, straining to catch anymore of the voices that had plagued him for a millenia. His nails felt sharp and pointed and were digging into his palms, and when Satan forced himself to open his hands again he felt his own blood run down his fingers and drip to the floor. He was standing in the motel room that he had gotten for Natalie, with the tacky seashell bed and dingy blue paint. Natalie slept in the middle of the bed, curled on her side, and Satan watched her breathe in and out, and finally let out his breath. He took a seat again in the hotel chair, and leaned back. For the first time in a long while, Satan had to struggle to regain control in his own head, and quiet his thoughts enough to make enough sense of what had happened. It wasn’t the first time his subconscious had tortured him with visions of soul clusters in Hell, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Satan sighed deeply, trying to quell the irritation he felt at having fallen asleep without realizing it. He resigned himself to watching the curtains slowly change color as morning came, and listening to the soft snores that came from the bed.
The next morning, Natalie woke to find that Satan had gathered what few belongings they still had, and had already checked them out of the hotel.
“Get dressed, girl, and let’s get a move on” were all that he had said to her, and Natalie was grateful to be spared from trying to make conversation with the Devil himself. Satan didn’t seem the type to want to be bothered with questions about how his night went, and Natalie, for her part, thought it best not to mention that she had woken up in the middle of the night because Satan had been calling her name.
