thoughts visited me after scrolling Twitter and now I wonder about jealous Kalim... what type of jealous would he be...
Genuinely thinking about it: he would be sad jealous, because jealousy, if recognized, is a negative emotion, and especially if we talk about Kalim being jealous of someone getting close to Jamil – but Kalim is way too used to suppress negativity. And I think it would get worse if Kalim witnessed himself being replaced by someone else 😙 but I am curious to hear your thoughts on this. To be honest Kalim strikes me as a very secure guy who never gets jealous (being generous as his main trait), but any extreme case is possible.
And I also believe Jamil would try to make Kalim jealous on purpose because he is just evil like that (imo he'd be like the most jealous of them two, but he is unregulated and Kalim is just generally dissociative)
You ran into Thirteen out on the street. She was striding confidently down the sidewalk, walking quickly and with purpose. You rushed to catch up, calling her name and almost crashing into her when she finally stopped.
The two of you exchanged greetings. It had been a while since you got to converse with Thirteen.
"I'm on my way to the mall," she explained. "I've had my eye on the zero-edge 30D wireless pushup for a while, and today I'm gonna get it."
That sounded great. You nodded with enthusiasm. Too bad you had no idea what that was.
"Is that a new computer?" you asked. "A phone? Or is that, like..."
You began squirming as the gears in your brain paused. That sounded high tech, but it also sounded like a bra.
Would Thirteen be upset if you questioned whether she was going bra shopping? Probably not, but you feared potential prank-based retaliation would occur in the near future if you didn't choose your next words very carefully.
"Is it a computer or a... fancy brand of underwear?"
Thirteen began cracking up. So hard that she literally slapped her knee.
"You make the funniest jokes," she said, her mouth twisted in a wide Cheshire grin. She even wiped a tear from her eye before that piercing green gaze focused on you, and Thirteen observed your awkwardness.
There was a beat of silence before she smugly asked, "That wasn't a joke, was it?"
You shook your head. The mall sold both computers and bras.
She threw her head back with another peal of laughter. Her hair rippled in purple and pink streaks down her back. It was gorgeous, reflecting the warm lamplight that lined the street. A couple of passerby even paused to stare.
"I gotta get going," Thirteen said once she could catch her breath. Ever the busy reaper. "Thanks for the laughs. If you're still curious later, call me and I'll come show you."
A/N: As I was writing this I felt that it was a little out of character for her to not have any invention with her that could help her in the rain, so I decided to play into it a little- In any case, this is fanfiction, Thirteen is allowed to be a little out of character for plot reasons ( = ⩊ = )
Pairing: Thirteen x reader
Wordcount: ~1100 words
Summary: Thirteen doesn’t like rain. Because of plot reasons, the usually well-prepared Thirteen doesn’t have an umbrella or any other invention that could help her out. So, she ends up sharing an umbrella with you.
Thirteen has never been able to understand those who find joy in the rain, whether that is joy in simply listening to it or also being out in the rain. Nevertheless, Thirteen can’t stand either of it; she can’t stand rain. She stares at the pouring rain from under the porch of RAD with a sour expression on her face. There had been no sign that there would be any rain earlier so she hadn’t brought an umbrella with her, which had obviously proved to be a dumb decision. “This is why I shouldn’t have joined this program,” she grumbles while crossing her arms, “I wouldn’t have been stuck like this if I just stayed in my cave.”
“Thirteen?” Her head snaps to the direction from which your voice came and she sees you standing by the entrance door with a confused look on your face. Thirteen feels her cheeks flush, she hopes you hadn’t heard what she said. She’d hate for you to think that she didn’t like the program that brought the two of you together.
Clearing her throat while smiling at you she cheerily waves you over. She notes that as you walk over to her you don’t have any demon following after you— nor angel, nor annoying and eccentric sorcerer. “Hi! That’s surprising, you don’t have any of your little princelings following at your heels today?” She questions and you bark out a laugh at how she refers to the guys— it’s such a cute sound, she really does love hearing you laugh— before shaking your head.
“Nah, they’re basically all busy today so I’m supposed to walk home by myself today,” you shrug as you explain, “I was about to start heading home but then I saw you just standing here, so I came to ask: what are you doing? Something to do with a new invention?” You look at her with sparkles in your eyes and she tries to give you a confident smile, but it ends up more half-hearted than intended. She wishes that she was standing out here doing something fun like testing a new invention but alas that is not the case.
She shakes her head as she turns to look back out at the rain while playing with her hair. “I wish, the real reason I’m standing here is much more lame.” Raising an eyebrow you tilt your head, urging her to explain. “I forgot to bring an umbrella,” she sighs, “if it were other weather I could probably just book it back to my cave, but I really just can’t stand rain.”
“You don’t have a comedically convenient invention with you that could help you deal with the rain?”
She rolls her eyes and huffs at you calling her inventions “comedically convenient,” she’s just well prepared. Or, at least she’s usually well prepared. Thirteen shakes her head again and you hum out in understanding as you join her in watching the pouring rain. The two of you continue to stand like that in silence for a while, which Thirteen doesn’t mind— it doesn’t matter what the two of you are doing as long as you’re doing it together until you eventually speak up again.
“I’ve got an umbrella,” you suddenly announce and Thirteen turns to you a little confused. Do you want her to be jealous or something? The confusion is apparently very obvious on her face because you start clarifying. “Like, you could come with me back to the House of Lamentation— since I have an umbrella— and stay there until the rain stops, that way you won’t have to deal with the rain. Or we could even have, like, a sleepover, it’s been some time since we last hung out, right?” You had already started taking your umbrella out of your bag before you had even finished speaking as if there was no possibility of Thirteen not going with you.
She wants to be a little snarky about the fact that you so easily assume that of her, but the truth is that you’re right. Walking with you while sharing an umbrella and sleeping over does sound really nice. And it’s true, you’ve been very busy recently so she hasn’t been able to hang out with you much. Also, isn’t sharing an umbrella pretty romantic? Her mind quickly supplies and she feels her cheeks heat up a little, that’s like something straight out of Leviathan’s romance manga!
“Are you sure you aren’t just using this as a chance to hit on me and share an umbrella?” Thirteen teases as you open the umbrella and hold it in between the two of you— sort of like an invisible barrier, she frowns a little at that thought.
“And what if I was? I’m going to use any chance I get to hit on you, Silly,” you give her the cutest smirk and playfully shove her with your elbow. “Anyway, if anything one might think that you’re the one using this rain as an excuse to share an umbrella. Like, who are you and what have you done with my beloved, Thirteen, who always has something to save the day?” Thirteen sends you a playful glare at the mention of how she had clumsily forgotten an umbrella, but her annoyed facade quickly breaks as the two of you dissolve into a fit of laughter (She ignores how her heart started beating faster when you called her “my beloved”).
You two eventually manage to stifle your laughter. A voice in the back of her mind asks why she had been laughing so hard when what you had said wasn’t even that funny, but she thinks that when she’s with you everything tends to be funnier— everything tends to be more in a way; more vibrant, more lively, more comfortable. Staring at you as you wipe away the small tears that had begun to form in the corners of your eyes she hopes that you feel the same way with her.
“So?”
“So what?” She asks as you gesture to the umbrella still covering the both of you even though you two hadn’t even stepped out into the rain yet.
“So, what’s your answer? You never actually said if you were up for walking back to the House of Lamentation with me.” You say casually while giving her a gentle smile and she returns it to you.
“As if I’d ever turn down a chance to hang out with you.”
summary: thirteen x gn!reader. thirteen knows her human courting rituals, okay? just don't ask her about how to give someone flowers. 959 words. ao3 here
a/n: i really need to kiss her rn. this is stupidly self-indulgent and the idea came to me long before game 3's announcement lol. also was totally winging the grammar, tenses and povs. i gave up xoxo.
The first time you gave Thirteen a bouquet, she didn't know what to do with it.
Well, she did in theory. She knows she should have taken them from your outstretched arms with more enthusiasm than she had done. She knows she should have taken them home, unwrapped them, trimmed the stems and arranged them meticulously in a vase. Given them plant food and admired them for a week at least. Maybe even secretly pressed a bloom or two between the pages of her diary.
Instead she'd gingerly taken them from you with a bit of grimace, fingers clutching the brown paper and knuckles nearly white. She'd noted the way your bashful smile flickered but couldn't find a way to vocalise her hesitation, the reason. She liked you, surely that was evident, but you were human. She had taken the flowers home but left them wrapped on the kitchen counter until three days later they'd started to wilt and she'd panicked; shoving them in a vase too full of water and too late to preserve them.
They were flowers you'd brought back from the human world but she didn't recognise them- nothing like the chrysanthemums, lilies, carnations or marigolds she usually saw on her travels. These matched her hair- tall stalks with violet bells and tightly spiraled pinks. The greenery matched her eyes. It made her flush, the thought that you'd made a conscious decision to pick a bouquet that resembled her, and a laugh shuddered out of her. It sounded insincere at the time, and she cringes now, but she was flustered and nervous in the way only you can render her.
It took a few of these awkward courting moments before you caught on and she confessed that she was scared, absolutely terrifed that her touch would cause the flowers to rot and wilt the moment you passed them to her. Rationally Thirteen knew there was no reason to be afraid; she had sat with you, faces turned towards the sun and weight supported with her palms flat to the grass, and no scorched earth had remained beneath her palms. She pressed dried leaves into pages which didn't disintergrate, ran her fingers reverently over funeral wreaths as she offered safe passage to chosen afterlives. She'd even picked herbs for Solomon's many potions without incident, so why was she so scared?
She knows the answer now though -a projection of her insecurity. Your relationship was young at the tim, the first flush of romance in a spring, tenatively unfurling like magnolia petals ready to be torn off in a harsh breeze. She never told you that though, you'd accepted her confession of anxiety and drew your own conclusions.
The winter months saw you bring her carefully arranged boquets of crocheted flowers. The first time you presented her with one on the doorstep before leaving for a date night, brought her to tears. It was a little rough around the edges with poorly connected sections and dropped stitches everywhere, but you'd looked so proud. The gesture was so full of adoration that she'd had to retouch her makeup and even then her remained red-rimmed for the rest of the evening.
After though, you persisted with this human ritual only the flowers were never freshly cut anymore, though always in that same green-pink-purple-blue palette. You started bringing her little potted arrangements through the Devildom's summer months -a hanging basket of pansies one week or a a posy calla lily the next. Somehow, even years later Thirteen has managed to keep these alive and thriving, despite the pansies being annuals. She's not sure how she managed it and neither are you.
Now though the memory makes Thirteen laugh as she trimphantly holds up the bride's recently tossed bouquet, breathless and beaming under the delicately strobing pink lights of the reception. She'd lunged for it and jumped without hesitation, thoughts of it rotting and droopping and decaying in her hands long gone. No real thoughts given to that option at all, really, instead replaced by a determination to nurture, to ensure it blooms again and again and again.
The arrangement this time is in hues that compliment your outfit she realises, rushing across the dance floor towards you, grinning and ready to sweep you up into her arms. She narrowly avoids knocking over the little flower girl in her haste
You watch her leap from the sidelines, her stormcloud grey dress billowing behind her and wince as she lands bent-kneed in her platforms like it was nothing. You can'thelp but match her expression, eyes crinkling with delight as she barrels into you with breathless laughter, her hands slung over your shoulders and the hard earned favour loose in her grip as she pushes her forehead against yours, expression softening as she leans in for a chaste kiss.
There's a swell of cheering and tipsy laughter from your audience before attention turns back to the new spouses who are now encouraging everyone onto the dance floor. Thirteen pays them no mind, instead pressing another tender kiss onto you and another and another, each warm and flushed like a summer breeze. Her lipstick smears like a painted waterlily, softening the dark mulberry stain. She pulls back then; giddy and thrusts the bridal bouquet into your arms. The blooms seem to brighten in your grasp.
Thirteen might not have known what to do the first time you gave her flowers, but now the roles are reversed and all of that hesitation and premature ache is gone. She's over the fear that your relationship will wilt. So yeah, she might not have known what to do the first time you'd given her a floral arrangement, but she definitely knows how to return the gesture in style.
It's nice to say "I love you" — Beelzebub likes to tell you that when the two of you are alone — but there's an even better phrase he likes to hear.
You said it to him one random night, very late into the night. He was watching a movie on TV that piqued your interest so you decided to stay. It was long, though. Demons have a different sense of time than humans do. Their movies can go on for hours and hours.
The film was interesting, no doubt about it, but your eyelids grew heavy and you began listing to the side. The spicy chips and savory snacks Beelzebub continued to offer did nothing to ward off exhaustion. His upper arm became your pillow as you sunk back into the couch cushions. At some point you even began snoring. It was hard to hear the movie.
The credits began rolling long past midnight.
Beelzebub whispered, "Hey."
He slightly wiggled his elbow until you raised your face, eyes half-closed. Your cheek was red from being pressed against his bicep, and his arm suddenly felt cold without you on it.
"Want me to carry you back to your room?" he offered. There was nobody with more experience carrying sleeping people than Beelzebub. He was proud of his skills.
You shook your head.
Beelzebub did not want to leave you in the living room. You deserved privacy and a chance to sleep in. He moved his arm again when he felt you slide against him, slumping your shoulder into his side and nuzzling your face back into sleeping position.
Beelzebub made an executive decision. "I'll take you back, let's go."
Part of a chip rolled onto the floor when he stood up. You toppled over onto the open couch seat with a cranky groan but didn't put up a fight when he scooped you his arms.
"I wanna stay with you," you sighed, reluctant for your journey to the bedroom to end. Your legs dangled over his arm, occasionally bumping into each other. You grabbed the front of his shirt in a weak grip.
Beelzebub eyed you, tired and somewhat delirious in your current state. Defenseless.
"I don't think that's safe," he responded. Strong as you were, you were no match for him if you didn't have the mental clarity to wield your pact magic.
"But you make me feel safe," you replied, letting his shirt fabric fall through your fingers as you brought your hand down.
Beelzebub carried you down the hallway a little further and then slowed to a stop. A flush was spreading across his face. His stomach started doing flips and his muscles tensed.
Here was a demon, a fierce, malevolent entity with misdeeds so vile that history would only preserve them through terrified whispers. In his arms, a human. A being of skin and bones who was fated to last no more than a century. One wrong move in the Devildom and you were done for.
His heart felt like it was melting. The weight of your words was heavier than you were, weighing on his mind like a mountain of sand. Nobody had told him that in a very, very long time. Even for a demon. He made you feel safe. You made him feel a certain way, too. Though he couldn't put it into words as easily as you could.
Beelzebub brought you up higher and nestled you against his chest so he could rest his chin on your head. Your breathing was slow, so you must have dozed off again. Or maybe you were never fully awake to begin with.
He had to get you to bed, to tuck you in and make sure you fell asleep in the privacy of your own room. Beelzebub decided along the way that you might feel safer if he stayed with you. It would be cramped but you would feel warmer, and his body could shield you from nightmares, and he could tell you he loved you first thing in the morning when you woke up. That sounded nice.
Being transported to a completely different world had to be the weirdest thing that has ever happened to you, but perhaps this was a close second.
One moment, you’re walking through a busy market with your friends, buying various wares and enjoying your visit to the Scalding Sands, and the next you’re being chased by three very large guards, running through large crowds of people in an effort to escape.
Whose guards even are these?!
Perhaps it was some sort of common scam that you fell into, but when the vendor of the stall you were purchasing items from accused you of stealing, you literally laughed in his face because, well, you didn’t steal anything. You knew much better than to steal in general, especially not in a foreign land in a completely different world where you basically didn’t exist, that’s for sure.
For what it was worth, Jamil had attempted to calm down the situation, using the Asim family name to try and shield you from the accusation, but the vendor was quite adamant, insisting that he had seen you attempting to steal. It probably was not the best option, but seeing three very large guards start to move towards you triggered your fight or flight instincts, making you dart around them and into the market, (in hindsight, it probably made you look guilty as hell, but it was too late to take it back).
“Hey! Get back here you thief!” The gruff shout was much closer than you thought, making you pick up your pace, attempting to slip through the crowd without knocking anybody over.
“I didn’t steal anything?!” You yelled back, ducking under a clothesline and frantically looking around for any sort of hiding spot. Your stamina was running low, especially with the intense heat of the sun beating down on you, making you feel a bit panicked. Should you try and go back to Jamil and the rest? Should you assert yourself as a guest of the Asim family?
What am I supposed to do?!
You could feel sweat dripping down your face as you reached the end of the market street, the crowd thinning out, which made it a bit easier to run. Unfortunately, it also made it a bit easier for the guards to run as well, and you felt like you could hear them directly behind you, very nearly caught up.
“Stop right there! You think you can steal here and get away with it?!” You groaned, locals staring you down as you ran, taking another turn and hoping it would lead to some kind of hiding spot.
How do I even hide while running…?!
“Again, I didn’t steal anything!! This is crazy!!” You shouted. It was probably in vain to deny it at this point, but you were no thief! You’re not going to own up to a crime you didn’t commit!
You were sure the sheer panic and desperation could probably get you through another couple of blocks, but you suddenly got yanked rather forcefully to the side, abruptly pulled into a small side alleyway.
“Hey-!”
“This way. Unless you’d like to be caught?” A smooth, teasing voice came from the cloaked figure in front of you, a firm yet gentle grip on your wrist as you were led through a series of alleyways, weaving through different intersections and jumping over crates. You were panting viciously at this point, barely able to keep up with this nimble stranger who seemed to know these roads oddly well.
Another firm tug on your wrist had you careening into a small gap between two buildings, the momentum of suddenly being yanked made you collide into your hooded savior, which elicited a small chuckle. You drew back quickly, embarrassed, back pressed firmly against the wall behind you.
“Oh? Falling for me already?” The hood of the cloak had fallen, revealing possibly the most handsome man you’d laid eyes on, (and you had seen many since arriving in Twisted Wonderland).
He only seemed to be slightly out of breath after running for so long, his short brown hair not even seeming to have a hair out of place, (how was that possible?!). His bangs swept over either side of his face, and there was a very intricately designed teal headpiece tied over the top of his head, the length fastened in what seemed to be a bubble braid, flowing down until it almost reached the floor. What caught your attention the most though was how his dark brown eyes were trained on you, an amused smile on his lips as he quirked an eyebrow at you.
“Speechless from my good looks, is it?”
“Wha-?! No!” You sputtered, pulling your silken scarf across your face. “You would be in shock too if you got accused of stealing, then subsequently got chased through a market in a different world and saved by some random stranger.”
“Different world?” He questioned, hand at his chin as he gave you a rather suspicious look. “As far as I know, we can’t travel to other worlds…”
Shoot.
“Foreign land, then. Whatever you would like to call it,” You said, hoping it was enough to cover your slip-up. “It’s a rather jarring experience, I’ll have you know.”
The stranger seemed to be a bit hesitant to accept your words, but he did anyway, leaning back against the wall that was behind him. “So then, if you weren’t stealing, what were you doing?” He questioned, arms crossed. His gaze was strangely intense now, his dark eyes now a stark difference from his previous teasing.
“Well…” You paused for a moment, praying to whoever was watching over you that you hadn’t stumbled upon some secret security guard that would lock you away for life. “If you must know, I was about to purchase some items in the market when the vendor accused me of stealing.”
“And did you?” You scowled at the man across from you, not appreciating his insinuation. He only tilted his head in question, waiting for your answer.
“Of course not! I just said that…” You sighed, furrowing your brows in frustration. “I don’t think I would attempt to steal something even if it was guaranteed I wouldn’t get caught. It’s wrong…but also, I have too much anxiety for that. I just want to try and live a peaceful life.” You admitted, staring at the ground and huffing in defeat. “Fate has it out for me, it seems.”
A few moments passed by, and you almost thought that you were about to be interrogated again, when suddenly you heard laughter.
The stranger in front of you had covered his mouth with his hand, shaking silently as he seemed to be trying to stifle his chuckles. You stared at him in shock, eyebrows raised all the way up as you tried to think how he could possibly find your situation even slightly amusing.
“Pfft…Sorry, it’s just-”
“You’re laughing?! How is this funny to you?!” You questioned, unsure of whether or not you should be offended right now.
“Hah! Running from palace guards is certainly one way to try and ‘live a peaceful life’.” He teased, his seriousness almost immediately gone. “And here I thought you were some kind of famous thief!”
“You helped me thinking I was a famous thief??” You asked, stunned at his seemingly crazy decisions. “What would you have done if I threatened you?!”
“It’s a good thing you aren’t then, is it not?” He countered, a smug smirk on his lips. “You’re not a native, so what brings you here?”
“...And why do you want to know?” You questioned, giving him your own suspicious look. “How do I know I can trust you?”
“You’re suspicious of me…” He murmured, a thoughtful look on his face. “At least you have some survival skills.”
“Hey!”
“I feel a bit hurt though. I practically saved you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but…I don’t even know your name. Do you want me to give you my whole life story just because you saved me?” You questioned sarcastically, waving him off.
He sighed dramatically, laughing a bit when you glared at him “Minhaj.”
“Huh?”
“My name. Your turn.” He looked at you expectantly, his fingers tapping on his crossed arms. You pressed your lips together, already hearing Jamil’s voice in your head about not trusting strangers and ‘personal safety’.
He did save you, though. That probably counts for something, right?
Right.
“...(Y/N).” You finally said. Minhaj seemed pleased with your answer, pushing off from the wall and looking at you a little closer, an amused smile on his face.
“Hmm, I should have known there would be a pretty name to a pretty face.” Your eyes bulged at his words, immediately looking away and choking on air. He chuckled at your reaction, and you were suddenly very aware of the rather small space the two of you were hiding in.
“You don’t really-”
“Shh.” And he was suddenly right up in front of you, a slender finger held to your lips to silence you as his sharp eyes stared at something outside the space you both were in.
“Sir, we weren’t able to locate the thief.” Your heart damn near stopped beating at the familiar voice of the guards, who seemed to be gathered just outside of where you and Minhaj were.
“Damnit! That brat got away…Search the market area again!”
“Yes sir!” With that, there were heavy footsteps that seemed to be running away, getting quieter until the guards had left the area altogether.
Minhaj removed his finger from your lips, and you let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding, your heart going a million miles an hour.
“Thanks…” You murmured, paranoid about being found. Minhaj lingered for a moment longer, the edges of his silken cloak brushing against you before he pulled away again, letting out a big sigh with a shit-eating grin.
“Who would’ve thought you would be so dangerous to be around, (Y/N)?”
“I’m not dangerous, it’s just a misunderstanding…!” You huffed, biting the inside of your cheek. You had no idea how you were going to find your friends again now that the guards had gone back to the market to look for you, but you had a sliver of hope that Minhaj might help you out.
“Mm, if you say so~” You only rolled your eyes at his grin, choosing to look at the wall instead.
“I do.”
“You’re cute when you pout.”
“Wh-I’m not-?!”
“Are you thirsty? You seemed to be struggling in that last leg of running.” His words immediately shut you up, a bit embarrassed that he noticed your lack of stamina.
“...I might be.”
“Well, I might be able to help with that, and I might also know how to get you to your next destination. What do you say? Do you trust me?” He put his hand out in offering with his question, the words looming in the air for a few moments.
Screw it.
You carefully put your hand in his, your fingertips brushing against his in a way that felt like a spark of electricity. “For now…yes.” He gave you a cheeky smile, using his free hand to adjust your silken scarf in a way that covered your face more.
“I was hoping you would say that.” And suddenly he was leading you out from the hiding space, peeking around the corners just in case there were some guards lingering around. Even after leaving the small space he kept a firm hold on your hand, saying something about ‘not wanting to lose you’ when you carefully asked him about it, (you feel like you’re about to combust).
It felt as though he was leading you through a city-wide maze, making various turns and helping you climb over small fences and boxes. He was surprisingly gentle in his touch, but still kept a firm grip in case you lost your balance, catching you by your waist in one instance where you had almost fallen.
“Falling for me again, (Y/N)?” He had teased, that playful smirk almost haunting you at this point.
“You wish.”
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon when you two finally reached his destination; a lone stall far away from any other sellers that had a bountiful amount of green coconuts, all perfectly ready for refreshing coconut water. Your thirst had reached an all-time high after the time you both had spent getting here, and you were grateful to finally have a bit of rest.
“Two coconut waters, please.” Minhaj politely asked. The vendor let out a grunt in response, grabbing two large coconuts and promptly chopping the tops off of them. A straw was placed in each one, which was rather convenient since you think it would be rather hard to drink directly from a coconut without making a fool of yourself.
You rummaged around in your sling bag for a moment, trying to scrounge up the money Jamil had given you at the beginning of the trip. It had fallen to the bottom of the bag, probably when you were running throughout the streets.
Before you could get a hold of it, Minhaj paid the appropriate amount of money to the man, taking the two coconuts and handing one of them to you.
“Wait, let me pay you back at least.” You said, furrowing your brows in concentration as you got a grasp of the money. Minhaj shook his head though, taking a long sip of his beverage before speaking.
“It’s my treat. After the events of this afternoon, I would like for you to have a somewhat good impression of my homeland’s hospitality.” You frowned at him, feeling a bit guilty about letting him pay for you.
“I have money…”
“I am well aware. Can a man not be chivalrous anymore?” The rhetorical question hung in the air for a moment, making Minhaj shake the coconut in your direction. “My arm is getting tired here, you know.”
“...Fine. Next time though, I’ll pay.”
“Oh? You’re already thinking about seeing me again?” He teased, giving you a wink. He wasn’t being serious, but his words suddenly made you realize that yes, that’s exactly what you had been thinking of.
“Nevermind.” You said, walking off in a random direction, trying to play off your fumble. What was going on with you, and why was Minhaj having this effect on you…?
He followed behind you, catching up rather quickly. “Do you even know where you’re going?” He asked, seeming amused at your embarrassment.
“Mm, I can figure it out.”
“Right…you don’t know my secret spot, though.” You finally looked at him again, a bit curious as to what he was referring to. He gives you an almost blinding grin, and you suddenly begin to wonder how he doesn’t take out every person he smiles at.
“...Your secret spot?”
“I mean, if you’d rather wander around these barren streets, be my guest.” He said nonchalantly, humming to himself and sipping his drink. His eyes peeked over at you, seeing if you were convinced by his performance yet.
“Well, since you seem so eager to show me, I guess I’ll let you.” You finally said, giving in. Minhaj looked at you with a proud look, like he knew he would eventually convince you of it, (as he seemed to keep on doing).
“I knew you’d come around. It’s this way.”
Now that the streets were more empty, he didn’t keep hold of your hand this time, and you couldn’t help but miss the contact from him. Maybe you weren’t thinking straight or maybe the heat had finally gotten to you, but you could feel yourself gravitating more towards him…
It’s vacation, I can let loose a little…
His ‘secret spot’ wasn’t too much farther from the coconut stand, and it happened to be at the top of what seemed to be an abandoned building. Surprisingly, it didn’t seem as eerie or scary as they usually were in your own world, and was instead home to different stray animals, (whom you spent way too much time petting and cooing at). Minhaj eventually was able to drag you away from them, leading you up the stairs and through the doorway to the roof.
He seemed to spend a good amount of time here; there were a few chairs arranged in a corner, along with a small side table and a tiny carpet that had probably seen better days.
The part that caught your attention the most was the gorgeous sunset that painted the sky. It was a mural of fiery reds and oranges that faded into soft purples and pinks, a sight that you usually could never see on Sage’s Island.
“Woah…is it always like this here?” You asked, taking a seat next to Minhaj and staring at the colors in the sky. He chuckled at your childlike awe, resting his head on his hand.
“For the most part. Despite seeing it hundreds of times, the sunsets still manage to surprise me.” He said, staring off into the distance with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “It reminds me that there’s still so much I haven’t seen yet.” There was a longing tone to his voice, almost as if he wouldn’t be allowed to see the things he wants to.
There was something about the sullen look on his face that resonated with you. You paused for a while, taking time to think about your words. “I think…sometimes it’s easy to take what you have for granted,” You started. Minhaj seemed surprised, but stayed silent, waiting for you to finish. “Not that that’s what you’re doing. But sometimes…you get so caught up in wanting something new and different, that you don’t realize what you have in the moment. It’s something that you can regret if you do lose it.” You finished, your eyes drifting back over to him. “I really hope that doesn’t happen to you, Minhaj.”
He was silent for a long while after that, long enough that you had begun to think you had upset him. That hadn’t been your intention, but then again, you weren’t sure if you’d ever had a particular way with words.
“Hah…” His dry chuckle made your heart drop, and you prepared yourself for a scolding of some sort. “Normally, I would say that you’re wrong, but something tells me you know all too well what that feels like. I appreciate you being honest, it means more to me than you might know. Honesty is…not something that’s easy for me to come by. Thank you.” He gave you a small smile, his dark eyes warm as he gazed at you.
You looked away, feeling your face flush at his cute expression. “It’s the least I could do after everything you’ve done for me today.” You murmured, sipping on the last parts of your drink.
The rest of the lowering sunset was calm and quiet, a peaceful silence hanging over you both as the sky began to darken. You weren’t exactly sure what it was about Minhaj, but he made you feel calm and collected.
Once the sun had dipped below the valley, Minhaj stood up from his seat, stretching his limbs. “Now then, where shall I lead you next?” His words made your eyes go wide; you had completely forgotten about meeting back up with your friends.
Jamil is going to be so pissed.
At your shocked expression, Minhaj laughed, striding over and ruffling your hair. “Were you having so much fun with me that you forgot about getting back with your group, habibi?” You quirked an eyebrow at the nickname, unsure of what it meant.
“In your dreams. I’m keeping them waiting on purpose.” You confidently said, checking your phone.
25 missed calls from Jamil, 30 from Vil, 100 missed text messages in the group chat…
You closed your eyes for a moment, praying to anybody who would listen. Jamil is genuinely going to cook you alive when you get back to the estate…
“Oh? You don’t seem so confident now.” You stood up from your seat, giving Minhaj a playful glare.
“We will probably never meet again, since I’m about to be cooked alive.” You stated, accepting your fate. “Thank you for today though, I probably owe you the rest of my life for not being thrown in jail until death.”
“Until death?” He asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. “I suppose you’re indebted to me then.”
“I suppose I am.” He smirked at your words, amused.
“Careful there. I might just ring in a favor someday soon.” You probably should have felt a bit nervous about that, but instead you were only filled with the hope of seeing him again.
“I’ll be waiting.”
a/n: thinking abt a part 2 w jealous jamil ,,, lmk yall ,,, also this might be ooc in the future since rsa just got released less than a week ago lol. also just rq, what kind of name is minajael tealrajah lolll as a south asian person I REBUKE THIS .... & dont come for me yes i am working on the jade story i just wanted to write something different :,) i hope you all enjoyed!! <3
When Minhaj had learned that the Asim family estate was your destination, you could have sworn you saw his face flicker, his eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. It had disappeared in a flash though, his charming voice immediately going back to teasing you endlessly as he easily led you through the maze of streets.
The setting sun had put a chill into the air, the intense heat from the day transforming into a cool evening that had you a bit surprised at how easily the weather can change in the desert. The clothing that you had been sweating through earlier now seemed quite thin, the cold breeze making you shiver slightly as the two of you walked.
“Cold?” Minhaj asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. You waved him off, pulling your silken scarf from your head and wrapping it around your shoulders.
“Just peachy.”
“...And that would mean?” He asked, seeming confused at your phrasing. You only sighed, his confusion a stark reminder to yourself that you don’t belong here.
How does this world have French but not ‘just peachy’...?
“I’m fine, thank you.” You revised, hoping he would think it was foreign slang instead of otherworldly slang. If he suspected something he didn’t say anything, instead reaching a hand up to brush against your cheek. The warmth of his hand was a welcome one against your chilled skin, and you had to remind yourself to not reach for that warmth as he pulled away.
“You feel pretty cold to me.” He remarked, giving you a teasing grin. You grumbled at his words, quickening your pace and walking ahead of him, a small smile on your lips. “To think you would leave poor me behind so quickly!” Minhaj chuckled from behind you, a bit of a dramatic flair to his words.
There was a light ‘whoosh!’ sound, and you suddenly felt another layer fall over your shoulder, making you feel a bit warmer. Minhaj came up by your side, his cloak pointedly gone from his own shoulders as he looked over your appearance.
“Hm, much better now.”
“...You didn’t have to do that.” You murmured, cheeks feeling hot. This time he was the one waving you off, shaking his head.
“I wanted to though, so I did. Someone very wise once told me to not take things for granted, you know.” The way he referenced your previous words made you look away from his warm gaze, a bit embarrassed at how high and mighty you must have sounded.
“...If you say so.”
“I do.” He teased. “In other news, it seems we have arrived at your destination, habibi.” At his words you looked around, realizing that the two of you were now in front of the Asim estate. It might have been a bit worrying that you hadn’t even noticed the familiar surroundings, completely content with following this person you had just met today, but there was something about him that made you feel like you didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing, (you could almost hear Jamil’s voice in your head, scolding you for your actions).
“Are you really so upset to part with me, (Y/N)?” Minhaj asked seriously, now standing in front of you.
“What?”
“...You’re frowning.” He murmured, brows pulled together. You immediately fixed your face at his words, realizing that you in fact had a bit of a small frown, (what for? You only just met Minhaj today…). Looking at the boy in front of you, you smiled a bit, his intense gaze making you feel a bit flustered. His expression lightened a bit at your smile, although his eyes seemed to still hold some kind of worry. “That’s better. Frowning doesn’t suit you.”
“Hey, if I feel like frowning I’ll frown…” You started, the teal color of the cloak around your shoulders making you change the subject. “Let me give your cloak back.” You began to slide it off, but his hand shot out, his gentle grip on your wrist reminding you of earlier in the day when he had done the same thing.
“You can keep it.” You looked at him in confusion but his face didn’t change; he was serious.
“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Minhaj chuckled lightly at your concerned words, letting go of your wrist and instead adjusting the cloak back around you.
“You might remember that I grew up in the Scalding Sands, so I’m quite well-adjusted. Think of this as a souvenir of your trip, perhaps. Aside from that though, I won’t be going far.”
“Do you live closeby?” You questioned, making him pause for a moment.
“Perhaps.” He said a bit mysteriously, his eyes seeming rather intense now.
“Keep your secrets then, mysterious Minhaj.” He smiled at your joke but didn’t respond, his hands staying on your shoulders as he looked down at you. “...Is something wrong?” You asked gently, a bit nervous at his sudden change in disposition.
“...It’s nothing.” He finally said after a few moments, shaking his head. “You should head inside now, I’m sure your friends are worried sick.”
“Can we keep in contact, maybe?” You asked hesitantly. “Like…Magicam…? Or can I give you my phone number?” He sighed softly at your words and shook his head, making your heart drop to your stomach.
Go figure.
“I have faith that we’ll meet again, (Y/N).” One of his hands slid down to yours, lifting it up gently. “And when we do, maybe you can show me more of your world.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against your knuckles and leaving a chaste kiss before letting go of you.
“But-?!”
“(Y/N)!!” Your head whipped around at the familiar voice, a figure running down the road from the estate. Quickly, you turned to face Minhaj once more, only to be met with an empty spot where he had just been standing. Your eyes darted around, trying to find if he had hidden somewhere, but he was just…gone.
Minhaj…
“(Y/N), are you okay?!” Jamil’s voice broke you from your thoughts, your heart pounding as you nervously approached his running figure, certain you were about to be cooked alive. Before you could get a word out, Jamil reached you in record time, his eyes laced with worry and his eyebrows furrowed as he frantically looked at you top to bottom. “Are you hurt?? They didn’t do anything to you, did they?!” He asked, panic in his voice. His hands hovered over you, clearly wanting to check you for any injuries, but stopping himself.
You were expecting for him to be absolutely livid with you, so this panicked and worried state that he was in had you shocked. His hair was loose from its usual style, flowing wildly as if it was in sync with his emotions. Jamil was always the level, cool-headed one in any group setting, logically thinking through the next course of action, so to see him like this…
You took hold of his hovering hand, bringing it to your cheek and holding it. “Jamil, I’m okay. See? No injuries or anything. I’m all good.” You assured, the warmth of his hand feeling comforting and familiar. His gray eyes searched your own for a few moments, almost as if he was trying to see if you were lying. He seemed satisfied and let out an exhausted sigh, his hand now cupping your cheek of his own accord.
“You’re always getting into some kind of trouble, aren’t you…” He trailed off, shaking his head in disapproval. “And how could you just run off like that? I had it handled!” Jamil scolded, making you a bit sheepish.
“I panicked, okay? Those guards were huge…” He didn’t seem pleased with your excuse, his eyebrows still furrowed together. “I’m sorry, though. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You added, unconsciously leaning into his hand a bit, (it was rather chilly out…).
“...Don’t ever do that again.” He said, his tone serious. “I already have Kalim to worry about, I don’t want to be worrying about you too.” His harsh words made you look away, shame churning in your stomach.
“Sorry…” You murmured, keeping your eyes fixed on the ground. Jamil sighed, silence falling between the two of you for a bit before he spoke.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. Just…don’t scare me like that again.” His hand fell away from your cheek, his expression seeming rather conflicted. “Where even were you all this time? I’ve-We’ve been looking for you all over the city. We thought you got thrown into jail. Were you with someone just now?” He asked, looking around behind you as if trying to spot whoever you were with.
“Err…” You hesitated, thinking about whether or not to tell him about Minhaj. On the one hand, Minhaj was a local who kept you from getting caught and showed you around the Scalding Sands, but on the other hand, you just met him today and he could be a serial killer, (you seriously doubt it though).
“Well?”
“That was someone I met today…He saved me when I was about to get caught by the guards. He brought me back too, since I didn’t know where I was.” You explained, omitting the rest of the day. Jamil didn’t look at all convinced, looking down at you with an unamused look.
“Really.”
“Yup.”
“And that took five hours?” You internally cringed; you hadn’t realized that you were gone for so long, and now it made a little more sense why Jamil had been so panicked.
“...Yup.”
“You trusted a complete stranger to lead you around a foreign land.” He said flatly, clearly disapproving. You pressed your lips together, knowing there was no defense you had left.
“I didn’t know how to get back…”
“You could have called me back, you know.” Jamil sighed again. “I would have come to get you. You shouldn’t be relying on random strangers you find on the street; you’re lucky that person wasn’t a serial killer. Be more careful.”
Did he read my mind?
“Okay, you’ve made your point, Jamil…” You relented. “I said I’m sorry…let me back in? It’s kinda cold out here.”
“Fine. You should know that Vil has been planning different ways to lecture you, though.”
“Oh god.” You groaned, making Jamil smile slightly.
“It’s the consequences of your own actions.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.” You grumbled, pulling the teal cloak around you more as the two of you walked back to the estate. Jamil’s brows furrowed slightly, as if he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing, (or more like, what had been added to your outfit).
“Where did you get that?” He questioned, taking hold of one of the corners of fabric and examining it.
“The person I mentioned gave it to me, since it was getting chilly out.” You explained, confused as to why he was examining it so thoroughly. “Why?” He looked at it over you for a moment longer before turning his back to you, walking back to the estate rather quickly.
“...Nothing. Let’s get inside.”
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As promised, you were given an hour long lecture from Vil on safety procedures while on trips, and he subsequently gave you a battery pack for your phone since, ‘it must have died, given you didn’t pick up my calls’.
Grim had tried to act all tough at first, saying ‘Heh, finally! Hench-human, you took too long!’ before fat tears started rolling down his furry cheeks, yelling about how he wasn’t crying when you picked him up and gave him a hug, (you didn’t miss the way his paws gripped onto you tightly).
Similarly, when Kalim saw you he barreled straight into you with a hug, (he’s surprisingly strong) crying and apologizing for not finding you sooner, promising that there would be no bounty on your head and that you wouldn’t be going to jail, (thank goodness for that).
“One of my cousins, Minajael, is the prince, and he said something like ‘I’ll take care of it’, so it’s gonna be good now! He was here actually, you just missed him!” Kalim beamed.
“The prince?” You questioned, feeling a bit alarmed. “How did the prince know what happened?” Kalim tilted his head at you like a confused puppy, putting a finger to his chin.
“Did you not tell him what happened?” He asked.
“Obviously not,” You sighed. “I don’t even know who the prince is, much less that he’s related to you!”
“Ohhh, true! Haha, I forgot about that.” He laughed.
“Kalim, when did the prince come? I didn’t see him.” Jamil asked, looking rather concerned.
“Oh, he showed up at my window!”
“He what?!” Jamil looked like he was about to bust a blood vessel with the way his eyes bulged, his mind clearly running through the many things wrong with that sentence.
“Yeah, it totally scared me! But then he said that and I was like ‘Wow, thanks so much!’ and then he left!” You gaped at Kalim happily saying all of that as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Wow…” You murmured, glancing over at Jamil, who was closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. “Well, at least I can show my face in the city again tomorrow…”
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You flopped on your bed, the exhaustion of the day beginning to get to you. Your thoughts were racing through your head, but the one person that you were thinking about the most was Minhaj. You would be leaving fairly soon for school again, and who knows when or if you would ever come back to the Scalding Sands?
Maybe I could ask Kalim if I could come back with them during break…
You shook your head, casting the thought aside. There was no guarantee that you would even see Minhaj again if you came back to the Scalding Sands, given that he hadn’t given you any way to contact him, and you didn’t know where he lived. He had seemed pretty convinced that the two of you would meet again, but you just couldn’t see a way that it could happen.
You stretched out over the bed, but your hand hit something hard and metal underneath your pillow. You froze for a moment, feeling for what it was, pulling it out and examining it.
In your hand was a beautifully engraved golden bangle, the surface of it reflecting even in the dim light of your room. The engravings consisted of curling vines and lotus flowers, and you noticed that in the middle of the design was an engraving of a small tiger, the tiger being the only part that was filled in with tiny colored jewels.
Attached to the bangle was a small slip of paper, which you carefully opened. In neat, fancy handwriting the note read: ‘For (Y/N). With love, Minhaj.
You stared at the note for a long while, rereading it over and over again. Eventually, you carefully slipped it off the ornate bangle, setting it carefully on the nightstand. You hesitantly slipped the bangle over your wrist, half-expecting for it not to fit. Instead it slid on smoothly, settling on your wrist comfortably.
Flopping back into bed, you smiled at the thought of Minhaj giving you such a beautiful gift, (and maybe a touch concerned about how he got it and knew which room you were staying in). Maybe the two of you really would meet again.
a/n: okay yall rlly ate up the last part so i got to work on this one lol i literally wrote it all today before going to work ..... also jamil is jealous in his own ways okay its not rlly outward displaying at least in my opinion ... anyway, might do a part three that happens at the tournament lolol if anyone wants it :P lmk ...
tagged for part 2: @kimura-uzuri , @yasminniejoon , @sincerelyruu , @arccanadian
Lucifer's love is classic. You wake up to a cup of drink that you like every morning with a kiss on the forehead. He dances you under the moonlight with your favourite song. He whispers sweet nothings and soft deep chuckles in your ear as you two sway. He would never let anyone belittle you nor hold you. You are his as he is yours. He would do anything to have you. All except one. He would never crawl and beg for you. After, all— you're just a human. He wields the strongest sin in Devildom.
Belphegor's love is comforting. You can open up anything to him and he'll listen. All of your problems, concerns, stories, and lectures— he will listen to you. It doesn't matter if it takes hours, days, weeks, or even years. As long as you're beside him, he'll listen. When he speaks, it's like he lulls you to sleep. He's happy that he doesn't need to take you anywhere. This is the perfect date, right? Just by being in each other's arms in your bed or his as he listens to your sweet melodic voice or you listen to him. He'll never realize that you'll want to do something more than this though.
Satan's love is out of a fairytale. All those romance novels gave him an idea how to act and treat you right. All those lines that gave you butterflies are his favourite lines from his favourite book. He's the perfect man. He's your knight in shining armor as you are his princess stuck in the tall tower. He's the gardener that takes care of your blossoms. He's the prince who's willing to go through the whole village to find you. Although oftentimes, you're reminded that he's way more intelligent than you. You'd catch him throw words that you barely heard anyone use. He's also a perfectionist. The scene must go where he intends it to be. Don't go beyond the lines.
Asmodeus's love is a luxury. He is a very busy person. You know that. Everywhere you go, you'll see his face. From the billboards, posters, and magazines. Many people envies you. I mean afterall— you're dating the Asmodeus. You can feel everyone's eyes are on you as soon as you enter a field. But that doesn't matter. You are the only creature that's worth his attention and time. He adores you— truly. He adores you just like how he adores the flowers in his bed. He adores you just like how a vampire thirsts blood. He loves you way more than he ever should. He loves you just like how he loves being in the spotlight. He loves you like you're worth trillions of Grimm. Come on. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.
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Beelzebub's love is something you'd crave. Out of everyone, he's someone who you'd always look after, run after even. You'd wish he was yours in every lifetime. His love isn't just some passing first love. He's the first love that you'll talk about to your grandchildren over and over again until their ears bleed out. He memorizes you. Your routine, your diet, your favourite foods, favourite songs, artist, portrait— everything. He would never abandon you. In fact, he would abandon everything for you. His smiles are as warm as the ramen you two would share as a midnight snack. Just like his twin, he's the best listener you could ever ask for. He's a sweetheart, he's jacked, he's adorable, he adores you, he loves you so much that it was so suffocating. He wants to be with you all of the time. He's your tail, your shadow, your heart. You can never leave him behind. He wouldn't even dream of it. In fact, he couldn't risk being separated from you. So, if you feel like you have just lost an arm and heard an agonizing inhumane crunch in the middle of the night, it's not a dream.
Leviathan's love is quiet. You two are usually more active at night. You two would read light novels and mangas, play games, watch playthroughs or maybe just casually geeking out about your interests. He's also absolutely supportive. All of your passions and interests, he picks it up because you enjoy them and he wants to enjoy it with you. You never felt out of place. He knows every piece of literature, even the ones you thought only you would know. 14 Days With You? The Kid at the Back? To My Darling? Crimson Gray? He knows it all— wait a minute....all those visual novels have something in common...perhaps, you have a type? You like those kinds of protagonists? You want the obsessed maniac who would love you until the end no matter what circumstances? You want them and not him? Is he not enough? Is he boring? Is he disappointing you? It can't be just a coincidence. It means something, right? He wants your love just like how you'd love those characters. He needs everything that they have that he doesn't have. He wants you to look at him and say that he's everything you ever wanted. He needs to learn everything you want and no one should ever top him. All he desires is to possess you and all of you.
Mammon's love is loud. He would never hide you away nor belittle you. You're his treasure that he adores very much. He would shout your name and his love on the top of his lungs. His possession is your possession as well. He would never in his entire lifetime ever disrespect you. You're his Gold, his model, his muse, and his sunshine. Anyone who dares to say or think otherwise can meet his fists. He could be in a room full of people exactly his type but all he sees is you in the door and he'll run to you at full speed. He would never be embarrassed about your relationship either even if you're a human and he's a highly ranked demon. You're his human. There was never a time that you'd question whether his love for you was real. All his actions, words, and thoughts are all towards you. You're the only star in his sky and he wouldn't dare to look at anything bright ever again just because it feels like cheating.
"...Mammon?" You called out after opening your eyes in an unfamiliar room. This wasn't his room nor yours. The room was filled with your favourite scent. It also seemed like anywhere you went, there's no exit. No doors, no windows, no panels, and most certainly no escape.
"Stay here. I don't want anyone thinking they have a chance with you..." His voice, warm but burning, whispered behind you. You turned to look at him, his eyes were distressed and chaotic. All you could see in his eyes were you.
"Mammon...what do you mean?" You foolishly asked even though you knew what he meant. You knew what you stepped into the moment you agreed to this relationship.
You gasped, his wings and horns were out like he was ready to fight anyone who'd dare to touch you, look at you, or even breathe the same air as you.
You nodded, feeling his frustration and loud thoughts. You hugged him and he sobbed to your shoulder. He would do anything to keep you to himself and himself only. Even if it means that you'd lose your sanity.
I literally cannot express how much I love Satan's character </3
Because what do you mean by him always seeing himself as an incomplete being? Satan's inferiority complex is probably second only to Levi's among the seven brothers; he unconsciously compares himself to Lucifer, to the point that his world is mostly just Lucifer. He is trapped in a tragic loop where every choice he makes is a direct reaction to his creator rather than an expression of his true self. Does what I do resemble Lucifer? Does my attire resemble Lucifer? Does what I say resemble Lucifer? He has actually long since escaped Lucifer's shadow, building his own distinct identity through his love for books, cats, intellect, etc. But he refuses to acknowledge himself because he views his very existence as an accidental byproduct rather than a whole soul. He is so insecure and overthinks that even a single comment from someone else (like when Raphael says Lucifer and he resemble each other in an uncanny way) triggers self-doubt and rage, it has been to the point that any perceived similarity feels like an existential threat that erases his hard-won individuality. I feel like Satan's greatest enemy is not anyone else but himself. Lucifer is not holding him back, he is the one who shackling himself to the phantom of Lucifer.
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