Satan, Avatar of Wrath (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angelbirth) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
songerein2022-11-20 10:10 pm
angelbirth) wrote in songerein2022-11-20 10:10 pm
Entry tags:
[Closed] But he's still going to call her Little Miss Squash
Who: Zelda & Satan
Which: Closed Log
Where: Zelda & Link's Treehouse
What: Pact-making
Warnings: Making a pact with a demon.
Satan and Zelda had set a date and arranged to meet at Zelda's treehouse for their pact. Although he trusted her judgment, he still wanted to give her some time in case she ended up changing her mind. After all, once they entered the pact, there really wasn't any going back.
As soon as he'd proposed the date, though, he immediately grew anxious. The main reasons he'd wanted to make a pact with Zelda were to one: have an easier time protecting her should the need arise, and two: to bind them together so that Zelda could summon him to her side whenever she needed him. Despite both of them being in this world for over a year, he worried that either he or she would be swept away to their own world before they actually completed the pact. Their pact would--should--allow her to summon him even without the use of Dreamotion, and so, theoretically, she could summon him to her side even if she were in her own world. And, even if they were to forget one another because their current selves were just dream versions of themselves, Satan would still be able to feel the pact, and that alone would set him off to find her.
So, obviously, Satan is relieved when, as the days pass, he continues to see Zelda's name in his journal's directory.
On the arranged date, Satan is up at dawn, already packing the leather bag Zelda had gotten him that he rarely leaves home without. With a heavy heart, he slips his Applied Dictionary of Potions book inside the bag, along with a wrapped box of homemade sweets. In a way, he hates that he doesn't even have to think about whether he'd prefer to have a pact with Zelda or keep the book, but it does leave him to wonder how much he's changed in the past year. Surely he would have opted to keep the book in a heartbeat when they'd first met, but even by this time last year he'd already grown quite fond of her....
They'd decided he'd come to her home a little after 9 o'clock in the morning. It seemed fair enough, given that the sun wouldn't be too bright and Zelda wouldn't have to be up so ridiculously early.
Shortly before he's due to leave, he scribbles a note to Zelda in his journal: I'm coming over now, but I thought you should know I've decided there is something else I want other than the pact itself. We've known each other for over a year, and I still don't know the day you were born. You know mine, so I'd like to know yours.
Birthdays were just never a topic of discussion for the two of them, and he couldn't stop himself from being curious. Message sent, he packs his journal into his bag as well and heads out to Zelda and Link's treehouse.
He'd decided not to tell Mammon where he was going, mostly because he didn't want to deal with the inevitable teasing. Said inevitable teasing was also one of the reasons why he didn't feel like entering a pact in his own home.
It's five minutes 'til 9 when Satan knocks on her door. To be early is to be on time, and "fashionably late" isn't in his lexicon. As he waits for her response, Satan hopes that this world actually allows them to enter into a pact together, and that Zelda hasn't changed her mind.
Which: Closed Log
Where: Zelda & Link's Treehouse
What: Pact-making
Warnings: Making a pact with a demon.
Satan and Zelda had set a date and arranged to meet at Zelda's treehouse for their pact. Although he trusted her judgment, he still wanted to give her some time in case she ended up changing her mind. After all, once they entered the pact, there really wasn't any going back.
As soon as he'd proposed the date, though, he immediately grew anxious. The main reasons he'd wanted to make a pact with Zelda were to one: have an easier time protecting her should the need arise, and two: to bind them together so that Zelda could summon him to her side whenever she needed him. Despite both of them being in this world for over a year, he worried that either he or she would be swept away to their own world before they actually completed the pact. Their pact would--should--allow her to summon him even without the use of Dreamotion, and so, theoretically, she could summon him to her side even if she were in her own world. And, even if they were to forget one another because their current selves were just dream versions of themselves, Satan would still be able to feel the pact, and that alone would set him off to find her.
So, obviously, Satan is relieved when, as the days pass, he continues to see Zelda's name in his journal's directory.
On the arranged date, Satan is up at dawn, already packing the leather bag Zelda had gotten him that he rarely leaves home without. With a heavy heart, he slips his Applied Dictionary of Potions book inside the bag, along with a wrapped box of homemade sweets. In a way, he hates that he doesn't even have to think about whether he'd prefer to have a pact with Zelda or keep the book, but it does leave him to wonder how much he's changed in the past year. Surely he would have opted to keep the book in a heartbeat when they'd first met, but even by this time last year he'd already grown quite fond of her....
They'd decided he'd come to her home a little after 9 o'clock in the morning. It seemed fair enough, given that the sun wouldn't be too bright and Zelda wouldn't have to be up so ridiculously early.
Shortly before he's due to leave, he scribbles a note to Zelda in his journal: I'm coming over now, but I thought you should know I've decided there is something else I want other than the pact itself. We've known each other for over a year, and I still don't know the day you were born. You know mine, so I'd like to know yours.
Birthdays were just never a topic of discussion for the two of them, and he couldn't stop himself from being curious. Message sent, he packs his journal into his bag as well and heads out to Zelda and Link's treehouse.
He'd decided not to tell Mammon where he was going, mostly because he didn't want to deal with the inevitable teasing. Said inevitable teasing was also one of the reasons why he didn't feel like entering a pact in his own home.
It's five minutes 'til 9 when Satan knocks on her door. To be early is to be on time, and "fashionably late" isn't in his lexicon. As he waits for her response, Satan hopes that this world actually allows them to enter into a pact together, and that Zelda hasn't changed her mind.
no subject
Satan runs his hands along the thick tome he withdrew from his bag, not out of attention to it but because he feels his hands need to do something as he thinks. Tracing the familiar script helps him keep his emotions even.
"I have trouble connecting with others. Being my real self is... difficult. Who wants to genuinely befriend someone who carries so much anger in their heart? I work hard to keep it in check, but I lose my temper sometimes regardless and when I do, the anger I feel is often uncontrollable. So, I wear a mask because it's easier that way, and when you do that, you don't... really make connections."
He sighs, finding himself unable to look at Zelda right now. He knows if he looks she won't be judging him, but even so, he just can't bring himself to look. If anything, he suspects she may be looking at him with empathy, given her own barriers of status in her world.
"Most of my brothers just have one active pact, either because they don't go to the human world regularly or because they're more... shy, I guess you could say. Asmo has two active pacts, the other being with a human sorcerer named Solomon who only wants to make pacts with my brothers to get to Lucifer. Mammon has... I don't even know, at least three or four, but only one of those matters to him. As far as I know, everyone else only has one, but I'm sure most of them have made a few others in the past."
With Lucifer being the exception, because he wouldn't even agree to do a pact initially. He decided, in his own Lucifer way, to be the master of the pact he made with their sister's descendent, and Satan is glad that it didn't work out the way Lucifer had wanted.
Finally, he turns to look at Zelda. "Sorry. I went off on a tangent, but I wanted to add that it obviously isn't that way with you. I've never felt the need to force myself to be someone I'm not around you, and my wrath that's always with me feels like it subsides, too. As difficult as it is for me to connect with others, it's... never been that way with you."
no subject
Her expression is soft when Satan is able to look at her again, wearing a sympathetic smile as if to say 'there's nothing to apologize for.'
"You know, it's a little funny that I cannot say the same at all," Zelda muses. "Ironically, you're the first person I ever lied to about my identity."
Which gets a laugh out of her.
"Except, in a way, I was able to be more myself when we met than I ever have been before. At least, that I can remember. Even with Link, I've always been 'Princess Zelda.' You let me be just 'Zelda' for awhile." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear self consciously. "I'm glad you got to meet her first, instead of 'Princess Zelda.'"
no subject
"I wouldn't say you lied to me. After all, you are Zelda, are you not? Besides, I did encourage you to come up with a pseudonym if you weren't comfortable sharing your real name. You could have told me your name was Hilda and I'd have been none the wiser. Instead, you chose to be honest." Honesty that Satan appreciates.
He tilts his head a bit, his expression a mixture of curiosity and thoughtfulness, reminiscent of a cat. "Just because you didn't introduce yourself as a princess doesn't mean you lied. At worst, it's a lie of omission, but I didn't need to know you were a princess to appreciate you for who you are."
Leaning his cheek against a propped up hand, he watches her intently. "What else is on your mind?" His question is uttered softly, an invitation to talk about her concerns about the pact or about anything else that might be on her mind.
no subject
Zelda makes a thoughtful noise as she muses over what other questions she has.
"Well, I would like to know what the process will be. I assume there will be some manner of spell or incantation, or something like that."