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I wrote this lil drabble like. Two years ago, back when I was still in the ObM fandom. Turns out I never posted it! I think it's kinda cute/silly and decent, and one of the ObM twitters mentioned the first time Satan encountered a cat, so. Here's a silly story. I don't remember how long ago it was, so canon compliance is virtually non-existent, because I bet I wrote it before I'd read a lot of Devilgrams/they released parts of the story that reveal early stuff.

Tl;dr, here's an old drabble for a fandom I'm no longer in where Satan meets a cat for what's likely the first time.

Lucifer had visited the Devildom on his own time two or three times since the incident his Father had him attend a meeting with the Prince in his place. They'd hit it off quite well and the Archangel found himself asking more and more questions every time he left. This wasn't a bad thing, he found. In fact, the introspection was new and curious. . .but enjoyable. For a demon--no, not for, not despite, but because of it--as a demon, Diavolo had more thoughts and knowledge and awareness of the world than Lucifer had considered there to be. Father had taught them of a black and white world, a good and evil world, when it came to their two opposing kinds. But Diavolo spoke of one of grays, of peace, of unity and progress. One his father had never had them consider.

It made Lucifer think too.

He felt almost like he'd never been allowed to do so before when he did.

But this was only partly about that. No, this wasn't about Diavolo, but in something Diavolo. . .gave him. Or perhaps awakened in him.

Something rude and noisy and hostile, though it started as pouty, grumbly, growly, and huffy.

When Lucifer confessed these negative feelings, his father said they were demonic influence. They weren't allowed in his house. They were bad, designed to make him doubt and hate. They were the enemy.

And so he named them Enemy.

The Enemy started off a question and a feeling of displeasure. The Enemy gradually became a whisper, a growl, a feeling of heat in his head and his heart. More questions, more whispers, then words and scratches, and demands and advice. A feeling, but so strong he had to recognize it as a coexistence.

Because Lucifer was curious. It had something new to say and observations to make. It pointed out things he'd never noticed before. Things that he wasn't sure he liked. (Things he was later certain he disliked.)

The Enemy said to keep it a secret for now. To keep it from Michael, from Mammon, from Asmodeus, Lilith, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Leviathan, even Diavolo.

And especially from Father.

The Enemy lived within him. He couldn't help but fear it. He couldn't help but fear that he couldn't pray it to silence.

Good, said The Enemy. Be afraid, said The Enemy. See how what you knew was all a lie. And as you see and come to know the truth, you won't have anything to fear. We are stronger than the lies. The Enemy told him so.

And he found himself with less fear in his heart and more of something else.

The Enemy called it anger. But Lucifer said it was stronger than mere anger.

Good, said The Enemy. You're learning.

And so they called this feeling in their heart "Wrath".

And The Enemy was louder and stronger when they felt it.

At first only wrath made The Enemy speak. Rarely did it raise its voice for anything else.

But it began to find wrath, even wrath that Lucifer did not feel. Sometimes he felt it when he noticed it. Sometimes he was confused.

There was no reason to push the angels so hard in training. There was no reason to be mad at his brothers and sister for being themaelves, not usually, not to the violent degree that The Enemy wanted him to express.

But all of this is a subject for another day. All of this was not what was happening today. For today Lucifer learned something new about his Enemy.

An outlet could silence the voice and cool down the feeling. Sometimes reason could, and once upon a time so could prayer. But today it was relentless, suddenly and unexpectedly.

'Cat.'

Cat?

There was a cat. Peacefully lounging in the light of the Celestial Sun was a little length of fur and downy wings in the form of an angelic cat. Innocent and minding its own business, it opened clear blue eyes to gaze at the Archangel.

'Cat.'

There were no strays in Father's realm. All creatures, though not all in His image, were His children. The cat felt safe and calm and at peace here. It gave a slow blink of trust, as cats did.

'Cat!!!!!'

Lucifer felt dizzy, The Enemy suddenly burning hot within him. Was it angry? Why? The cat did nothing, wasn't in the way, hadn't made a sound--certainly sometimes The Enemy flew into a rage over a mere existence, but truly the animal was innocent!

Afraid for what was truly something that had done no harm and deserved no trouble, Lucifer began to veer away from it, to avoid it.

The Enemy went ballistic.

'No! You fool! The cat!! The CAT!!!!'

'The cat isn't bothering us. We don't need to bother the cat.'

'Grab the cat, Lucifer. Get the cat!'

'No!' He almost said it aloud, clenching fists to resist what felt like an attempt at seizing control when he began to avoid it. 'You'll do something horrid to it! It wouldn't be the first time! We're leaving the cat alone!'

Not unlike a spoled child being carried away from the candy aisle, the screeching of The Enemy felt as though it could be heard for miles. Usually The Enemy had some sort of reason for things. It was surprisingly, well, reasonable for something that seemed to only feel rage. But this was. . .clawing and wanting for no reason whatsoever. It was more intense than any wrath they'd felt so far.

It was unbearable. Painful, even.

"Alright already!" Lucifer snapped before he clammed up, realizing he'd responded to his internal companion aloud. As he turned around to approach the now confused and somewhat startled feline, he checked his surroundings. Nobody seems to have had heard his cry. Good. 'Fine! We can see the cat! I have enough self control not to let you have your way if you try something. . .unacceptable again.'

The burning calmed down. He could breathe easily again. Taking careful breaths for both if their sakes, Lucifer knelt down beside the cat who had risen to approach him in concern.

'Pet the cat.' The Enemy ordered with a shocking calm. The cat meowed in a friendly and reassuring manner, rubbing against their legs. 'Pet it, Lucifer.'

"I am, I am. . . ." He muttered, reaching for it with uncertainty. It bounced up on its hind legs, little wings fluttering behind it, meeting their hand as they stroked it gently and rubbed its ears. The cat purred and Lucifer sighed, feeling the heat of The Enemy cool. "Happy now?"

Silence.

Lucifer kept petting the cat in confusion, running a large hand down its back and rubbing the bases of its wings.

"Enemy?"

A silence he hadn't heard in a few hundred--maybe even a thousand years. In fact, the heat had fallen away to nearly nothing. He felt. . .at peace. He wasn't even sure he felt The Enemy at all.

It felt like the cat's purring echoed in his head. When it placed a little paw against his chest he wrapped an arm under its rear and scooped it up.

He felt lonely inside his own head. Empty almost. The sudden absence of The Enemy was jarring.

He pet the cat as he carried it home with him, looking around as though expecting to see that part of him outside the confines of his being, though he didn't know what to look for.

His siblings were happy to see him home, worried about his lateness when he'd not said anything about other plans, but were quickly distracted by the offering of a furry friend to play with so long as they stayed outside with it.

The rest of the day, The Enemy was silent and calm.

Aside from that Lucifer felt prompted to give the cat a little wave as Lilith took it to bring out to the garden to give attention alongside her older brothers, whispering to it, "Goodbye. . . ."

A few hundred years later, Lucifer had a particularly bad day with the angel trainees. They were practically steaming. He stormed into Father's house with his report for the day, slamming it onto the desk where the other Archangels were discussing their own days with their subordinates. Lucifer'd been getting more and more quick-tempered lately, his anger lasting more, but they had dismissed it or hushed his concerns that there were perhaps concerns at all. Nonetheless, the head Archangel's wrath was still shocking and noticeable, but before any of them could ask what was wrong, he snapped at Michael, gripping his upper arms a little too tight for comfort,

"Michael, I need you to direct me to the nearest cat, immediately."

He had to admit, some ten thousand years later, Diavolo holding the recently born, newly separated Enemy--now simply Satan--as Lucifer looked at the little welcome gift he'd been given,

He'd started getting tired of cats.

"He's small now," Diavolo admitted, petting the curious rage ball that was Lucifer's 'son,' "But he'll be a great guard for your brothers when he grows up! Or, at least, your home and the Grimoire--I can tell you won't need much defending once you get settled as demons."

The little three-headed puppy was small enough to fit in his pocket(though he had rather large pockets, admittedly) but it was an eagerly welcome gift and a welcome change from his having to seek out cats to relax Satan when they were one. Satan had no problem with other animals but cats were what he cared for most. And having the 'opposing' mammal was somehow very soothing, though he didn't show how odd it felt to no longer be. . .carrying his child? Overwhelmed by Wrath.

"He's perfect." Lucifer gently scooped the puppy up and it panted excitedly. In Diavolo's hold, Satan huffed and lashed his tail, cheeks puffy and claws pressed against Diavolo's strong arms making him laugh. "I'll name him. . .Cerberus."

"Pbbbbbpp!!!!" Satan slapped his little limbs against Diavolo. 'Cerberus? Really? You're naming your dog Spot?'

Or, that's what Lucifer thought would be coming into his head if Satan were still able to share his thoughts that way. Unaccustomed to his new physical form, he couldn't do much in terms of communication for now. He couldn't even walk, so far. He was, for all intents but spiritual and magical, a baby. He could only hope it'd give them time to teach him to be something besides a living negative emotion.

"Is something wrong, Satan? Are you jealous that I named him, but Grandpa named you?" He teased, holding the little demon puppy to the demon baby, watching the more socialized creature lick his personified feelings. Satan at least had already learned not to hit and made a. . .less upset noise than Lucifer anticipated, growling at Lucifer. When the former Archangel leaned in to kiss the child's head, he flinched back in amusement when a pair of clawed hands went straight for him, sharp teeth bared hostilely with a hiss.

"Perhaps he needs more time. I can take care of one--or both--for now, give you time to get settled--"

"There's no need, My Lord." Lucifer insisted, pocketing the puppy and taking Satan into his arms despite that he immediately began to growl, bite, claw, and whip with his tail against him. "I understand I'll have many responsibilities. The sooner I learn to endure them the better."

"If you insist. But I'm always here for you all if you need me. And I'd love to spend some alone time with Satan! He's mine, too, after all!"

Diavolo laughed and grinned at the shy and somewhat annoyed look Lucifer gave him, mirrored almost exactly by Satan. He truly was his wrathful. . .child-clone.

"Mine as in one of my people! But we don't have the familial associations angels do. So it isn't strange if you want to consider me his fathe--"

"Thank you for the gift, Lord Diavolo." He flushed and turned away sharply. Enough of that. "I'll keep it in mind in case of an emergency. But I assure you I'll be a model right hand man and take everything into my own hands. You're busy enough as it is and have already done us enough of a kindness."

He looked to the baby in his hold, writhing and whining.

"You've given me everything. I won't let you down. I'll make sure you don't regret it." A nod, as he departed, bouncing the agitated Satan in his arms. "Say goodbye, Satan."

Satan took in a sharp breath. Rather than make any noise that sounded like a goodbye, he simply screeched and flailed his arms back in the direction they came, startling Lucifer and making Cerberus bark in alarm. Did he want to stay? He'd made Lucifer his rage focus after the Fall, and Lucifer didn't want to admit how lonely it sounded, the idea that perhaps Satan. . .didn't want to be with him. Hated him. (In fact, it was downright anxiety-inducing--but anxiety was a demonic oddity he was still growing used to.)

Or perhaps, based on the soft chuckle of the steward who'd arrived to see them off, Satan had climbed and clawed his way to be able to see behind them and flail his little arms in order to attempt to be given the demonic housecat that Barbatos had carried with him, having had pulled it from someplace it didn't belong in its mousing. Diavolo laughed as well, and the familiar feeling made Lucifer feel less like he'd lost himself, knowing where he was. "You'll have your hands full with Cerberus. Please, if only for the evening."

Seeing Satan's familiar peacefulness, now on a chubby baby face and not disrupting his own feelings due to their connection somehow made Lucifer feel a little okay about it all again. Soft little fingers rubbed the castle cat with expert care and gentleness, petting the familiar, and Lucifer frowned for a moment before nodding and relenting with a sigh. "For the evening."

"Yay!!!" Diavolo scooped Satan up, and, aside from a noise with his mouth, the newform was more concerned by the cat. "Isn't that wonderful, Satan? You get to play with our cats a little longer?"

Satan did a perfect rendition of a cat's meow, purring loudly and contentedly.

The happy quiet was comfortable and reassuring when Satan was no longer a voice in his head. The loneliness felt bearable, knowing he was content. And he had five brothers at home and a new dog to worry over.

He and Satan had been one for well over ten thousand years. Inseparable. In a way, Satan saved them all.

Having had come into being as his 'Enemy,' he'd become something like a precious ally when he was born.

Perhaps they could use some time apart.

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