Love, as it was, in the Devildom, was a peculiar and promiscuous thing. It was free, and unfettered, and completely without judgement. One could love any demon as deeply as any his brothers, and each one would feel such love for what it was, without worrying about what else, or who else, might be lurking beyond the horizon.
Except for two.
Satan and Lucifer, it seemed, were the only two who couldn't share.
Oh, they could share with Mammon, and Leviathan, and Beelzebub; they could even share with Asmodeus and Belphegor, if they had to.
But they could not… would not… share with each other.
“Satan… Lucifer… I love you both, and I always will. But if you can't find some way to love me back, together… then I'm done. It's over. Finish your paperwork alone. Go to your museum alone. Do whatever you want, just… leave me out of it.” Suki stepped back to glare her tear-filled agony at both of them, then shoved her way past Satan, out of the study and, unless they somehow managed the impossible and finally learned to share… out of both of their lives.
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14 Jul 2021