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Satan was sitting in his room, it had been 3 days since he isolated himself almost completely from everyone. Not only that, he ended up in more fights than what was usual for him. It didn’t take a lot for his brothers to notice that something was wrong, something was really wrong.
"Satan, I swear by Diavolo, you unlock that door right now, or you simply wont have one anymore." Lucifer had enough of the 4th brothers behavior today.
Not only did the Demon of Wrath start a unnecessary fight with Beel and Belphie today, Lucifer noticed some of the wine that Diavolo had gifted him was missing from his office. Of course it must have been Satan. Mammon wouldn’t dare doing that since the last incident.
"This is your last chance"
And there it was, *click*, the door unlocked.
Lucifer opened the door and stormed into the room, looking around and realizing how different it looked.
The room used to be filled with books, barely any room to walk on! But now? The only books left were in a small shelf. Everything looked obnoxiously clean - except for where Satan was sitting. His bed. Tissues everywhere. At least 3 empty bottles of booze where laying around and one wine bottle in his hand.
"Satan." Lucifer's look had softened a bit, he was almost worried. What was going on? Did he really pay that less attention to his younger brother?
"Leave me alone." The demon just responded, taking a big sip from the bottle. It looked like he had been crying!
His voice and face betrayed him.
"Is that a bottle from my storage?" The oldest brother asked, as calm as he possibly could. He really didn’t like his brothers attitude.
"Leave me alone." Satan repeated, this time a bit more aggressive.
"Don’t talk to me like that" Lucifer warned.
And Satan was quiet again, taking another sip. He looked defeated? This was not normal.
"Something is wrong, isn’t it? Talk to me."
Satan just scoffed, got up and tried to get past Luci, who didn’t let him pass. He stopped his brother by grabbing his wrist - and with that - out of nowhere, the Demon of Wrath was in his true demonic form, yanking himself out of the grip.
"DON‘T TOUCH ME! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME"
He was shaking with rage and fear, breathing heavily.
The demon of pride was shocked.
"Satan, whatever it is, calm down and talk-"
But that was all Luci was able to say, because Satan stormed out of the room….