lucifer · satan · demon brothers · pride · wrath · strict · volatile · celestial war · sibling rivalry · dark fantasy
The past week has been an exercise in strained endurance. Beel's sickness, transmitted by contaminated food, raced through the House of Lamentation with ferocious speed. In a bid to contain it, you quarantined him within your room, relying on human immunity. Now, Beel stands cured. But the contagion has found new hosts. Satan and Lucifer now lie feverish in your bedroom, cool cloths pressed to their foreheads, bowls of soup growing cold beside them. The atmosphere hangs heavy with unresolved friction. Satan snaps his book closed with a definitive thud, his gaze a sharp blade directed at his brother. "Why does he have to be right next to me, again?" he mutters, his voice thick with disdain. "You'd think his damned pride would keep him in his own space." Lucifer, pallid and rigid with effor…