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Satan’s bed smelled of him. It was a warm perfume that reminded her of her sunny days on the human world. Fresh apples, black tea and brand-new books. She took a deep breath, anxious to, in one way or another, be filled by Satan.
She looked at him from across the room. “You’re mine” he had said that morning, but now there he was, sitting on his desk, bending over a book and devouring it with his eyes. He looked handsome; she had no problem in admitting that. The way his hair shone in gold against the candles, the elegant motion in which he passed pages, the soft pinkish color of his parted lips… all that made her shiver under his sheets, where disappointment built up in all those unfulfilled promises.
Resigned, and a bit jealous, she took another breath, aware that this was the only way for her to have Satan inside.
“Why must you be like that?” She mumbled, reminding herself of the many times Satan had said something dubious in front of his brothers. In front of… She held her breath. In front of Lucifer! Why, yes. Lucifer had always been present, and Satan knew he had taken a liking to her. So… She puffed her cheeks, suddenly bitter.
Levi, sleeping on the floor, moved a bit, kicking Beel on the leg. She had forgotten about their presence, and let her anger subdue a bit. Both Satan and her had been assigned to watch over those two. They were to make sure everyone would get enough to get on time for classes, so Satan’s brilliant idea was to have everyone in his room under his watch. She wouldn’t deny the excitement she felt when he had proposed it, imagining all sorts of naughty things to happen in his room. But, as she had soon realized, nothing was going to happen.
Absolutely nothing.
Satan, immersed on his reading, felt a wave of hostility coming into his direction. He was too accustomed to the feeling of wrath to actually care about it, but, as soon as he noticed where it was coming from, he had to pause a bit and put his book down. Yes, as he had sensed, that demonic stare wasn’t coming from an actual demon, but from that human. She had just enough of her eyes peeking out of his bedsheet, staring at him in such a deadly way that even he, the avatar of wrath, shuddered.
He looked back at her and tilted his head a bit, wondering what had happened. She was to be sleeping, not staring at someone with such latent anger. Satan motioned in her direction, and she quickly hid under his sheets, thanking the darkness for not revealing her flushed cheeks. She had been trying to make up her mind about hating him but, as soon as he loosely tilted his head, she had to abandon that line of thought. He was too cute to be hated.
“What’s the matter?” Satan’s voice rang next to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and it cracked, making Levi mumble in his sleep.
“Satan…” She said in a slow voice, peeking from under the sheets. He stared at her, noticing the red cheeks, the small frown and those lovely teary eyes.
“Too cute!” He thought to himself, nodding when a flush overtook his own face. “Yes?”
But she did not answer. She didn’t have the guts to ask him to touch her, nor was her pride so untouchable that she didn’t fear a refusal. So, she just stared back at him, her eyes responding to the sudden awkwardness that overtook her.
“Well…” Satan puffed, feeling a tingle in his chest. She seemed so small in his bed, so fragile. Humans were too weak, and she was not an exception. He could break her if he wasn’t careful enough. Wrath wasn’t an easy thing to handle, and he was sure she wouldn’t be able to deal with its full force. So, he bent over her, as he had done countless times in the past, and blew in a low voice over her right ear: “…should I make you talk?”
Trapped in between his arms, she hoped that, this time, Satan would come forward and fulfill all those empty promises he had been making. But, as expectations built up inside her, she soon noticed that, again, he had just been teasing her.
“I know you won’t.” Her voice was sharp, dyed with the disappointment she felt. “Not unless Lucifer tells you to do so.”
Satan froze in place, and the sudden laugh that came from the floor seemed to make it all worse. They were not alone.
“LOL! That was an overkill!” Levi sang in delight, sitting right beside a still sleepy Beel. “I woke up to get some tickets for Mononoke Land’s midnight’s special event and… OMG. It’s just like that scene from ‘My Neighbor Is Hot But Not Manly Enough To Have His Way With Me, So I’ll Go And Have My Way With His Six Brothers’! LOL!”
Satan did not answer. Dark clouds started to gather inside the room.
“That’s so lame!” Levi continued, unaware of the dangers awaiting him. “’LOL Mr. Perfect just got PWNED’ and… send! You know, Satan, I may be a shut-in, but you just got shut d-“
A pillow traveled through the room and hit Levi. Headshot. He stumbled back, screaming in pain, and a fight began. Beel woke up, and, still in a dazzle, got involved in the turmoil. In a matter of seconds, books were eaten, pillows were destroyed and bones may have been broken. Daylight came, and, once again, they were late for classes.