Whumptober day 4 prompt: Shock | "You in there?"
Characters: Satan, Alerik
Within the depths of a dark cave lay a man hunched over, clutching at the cave's rocky floor, grabbing fistful of dirt and stones. An excruciating pain envelops his entire body, one he is all too familiar with, though he could numb such a pain back then, he couldn't now. Not when all of his powers are sealed.
He took slow, deep breaths through his gritted teeth. Eyes shut and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The pain grew bearable as time passed, just as it always had. With a huff, the man leaned on the wall behind him.
Satan, that was the name he was known for. He quite likes it, it was like a trophy, a medal of recognition he wears on his neck to show off, one that can easily open deep wounds etched on the Celestials' souls. Forever reminding them of a being that nearly destroyed their beloved Worlds, and the Universe itself.
A small grin formed across his face at the recollection. Although he didn't succeed, he was satisfied with the aftermath of it. He let out a quiet chuckle as he remembered the faces of the Celestials back at the Empyreal Court. It was all full of scorn, hatred, and rage.
Pathetic, all of them were. Even more so was that naive Goddess. Stupid, head full of nothing but cotton and rainbows, how ridiculous of her to think she can change him. Although, it was a pity he couldn't see everyone's reaction to his disappearance from that prison.
In fact, had it not been for his current condition, he would've went back to that Goddess to mock her, that everything she did was all in vain. Despite his escape though, it doesn't change much of his situation. They will find him again, more easily now that his powers are sealed.
Satan huffed as he forcefully stood, clutching at the wall he's been leaning on, powers sealed or not, that doesn't mean he'll go without a fight, no matter who his opponent may be.
Just as Satan took a step forward, he heard the sound of footsteps that drew closer to his location.
“You in there?” A man's voice echoed from the pathway near him, it was a voice he was unfamiliar with.
Satan gritted his teeth as he stood straighter with his guard up. He kept his gaze locked onto the pathway, despite the darkness of the cave, he can see well nonetheless. Though his powers were sealed, his senses remained sharp still.
The man soon reached Satan's line of sight, long silver hair tied in a ponytail and eyes glittering like gold, he looks like any other God one might encounter. But there was something strange about him either way.
He smiled softly, it made Satan's blood boil, “I was gonna start the conversation with a how are you but… It seems I already have my answer to that.”
Satan clicked his tongue, “Just shut it if you're here to capture me.” He smirked, gaze sharp and deadly, “But know it won't be easy.”
The man chuckled, “I don't mind a chase but I'd rather not attract the attention of the others. They're already stressed out as it is.”
“Haaah? What? Are you another one like that braindead Goddess? Gonna preach about goodness to me too? Give a lousy spiel how I didn't choose to be created like this? Fuck off with that bullshit.”
Despite the mockery Satan spat at him, the man merely nodded, “It seems that you're feeling better now, that's good.”
“What are you—” It was then that Satan noticed the pain subsiding, as if it wasn't there bothering him moments ago. But how?
No matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of it at all, he had to use magic to numb it. Not even the Celestials he controlled back then could do anything, so how?
Satan glared daggers at the man with his teeth bared as a new sense of alarm washed over him, “You… ”
The man's soft smile stayed, never once wavering, “Let's continue this elsewhere, hm?”
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