obey me oneshots/preferences

[ wrath - ready to let go. ]

[ sᴀᴛᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ]
[ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ]

when you first came to rad, satan was very much having a fake smile around you, it wasn't until a month or two, he became very close.

a lot of interactions came, until you and him formed a pact.

satan tapped your shoulder, and you spun around.

his face was a slight shade of pink, and he pulled out a necklace.

you both started dating that day.

satan was on your lap, head on your chest, while you play with his blonde locks.

"hey, satan?" you asked, still playing with his hair.

"hmm?" he hummed in response.

"you know, you don't need to like lucifer." you told him, satan didn't respond he just sighed.

"just, you know, respect him, he'll do the same." you told him, patted his head.

"i never thought of it that way.." satan trailed off.

his small frown turned into a smile, and he looked up at you.

"wanna go prank lucifer?" he asked.

you rolled your eyes, but then grinned at him.

"sure."

but, behind that grin, was a little emotion that satan knew all too well.

anger.

no matter how many times you tell satan, he wouldn't understand.

"just be respectful towards him." you'd always tell him.

"but he gets on my nerves." satan said.

"just tell him that, your honesty will make lucifer respect you more than your pranks." you tried reasoning with him.

but it'll always end up with satan pranking lucifer, with the help of you.

you never wanted him to get angry, but all that rage built inside you was bound to explode.

and it did.

after a while, the brothers noticed something different.

fights, many, cruel fights.

it wasn't your normal 'mammon, give me my money back!' fights.

it was fights between you and satan.

they all sat at the diner table, you and satan weren't present.

"damn it, satan!" they heard you yell.

"why can't you just reason with me?!" satan yelled.

"because i've always done it, now i had enough!" you yelled.

now, they heard the slam of a door.

you and satan both walked there in silence, and took a seat.

the tension was very heavy.

nobody said a word, just tiny clinks from knives, forks, and spoons.

you barely finished any of your food, and stood up.

you pushed all the made food into the trash, and placed the dishes in the sink.

all eyes were on you while you walked to your colored door.

the next day, it started to get more physical.

the pushes and the shoves became more.. violent.

it turned into slapping.. well, only satan had done that.

you never had the guts to slap back, even though you really wanted to.

and one day, you did.

and that faithful day, is when you both snapped.

"satan, just fucking reason with me!" you yelled.

"lucifer will respect you more, if you weren't a fucking idiot!" you pushed satan.

"you don't understand what i've been through, so stop saying bullshit!" satan fought back, shoving you into a pile of books.

you stood up, and then slapped satan.

silence filled the room.

the stinging pain on satan's cheek only angered him more.

this was the first time he had pulled his demon form out while fighting.

satan glared at you.

"a human, a mere, fucking human, dares to slap me?" satan stepped closer to you, making you whimper.

before he could touch you, you yelled out.

"we.. we need to break up." you whispered.

satan's eyes slightly widen.

you took off the necklace he gave you.

walking towards him, you place the necklace into his palms.

you turned around, and walked out of the door.

they all heard it happen.

when you left the devildom, satan was never there, he didn't come to say good bye to you.

and that slightly hurt.

with a flash of light, you were gone.

the brothers definitely knew what happened to satan.

satan locked himself in the his room.

he kept on thinking about all the other outcomes he could've done.

he kept on thinking why he stayed with you.

but then, it clicked to him.

satan loved you.

he really did.

you let go right away, you were finally out of that relationship.

he realized what he done.

satan realized this after you were gone.

he could never be ready to let go.