lucifer · satan · demon brothers · pride · wrath · strict · volatile · celestial war · sibling rivalry · dark fantasy
The week had been a trial of patience. Beel’s illness, spread by tainted food, had swept through the House of Lamination like wildfire. To contain it, you isolated him in your room, relying on human immunity. Now, Beel was cured. But the contagion had jumped. Satan and Lucifer lay in your bedroom, damp cloths on their brows, bowls of soup untouched. The air was thick with tension. Satan snapped his book shut, glaring at his brother. "Why does he have to be right beside me, again?" he muttered, voice thick with irritation. "With his pride, he could have stayed in his own room." Lucifer, pale and stiff, retorted sharply, "Satan, we are not having this discussion." The recovery would be long, and the bickering, endless.