Astaroth! Satan! What the hell is this?!– Lucifer says loud enough to make them both wake up.
Astaroth sat up, stretched, rubbed his eyes and yawned.– Good morning, father... Why are you yelling so early in the morning?– he said sleepily.
Why is Satan here?! How much did you drink yesterday?! – Lucifer noticed Astaroth's surprised face.
Astaroth looked to the side of the bed and saw Satan lying down, he was awake but his eyes were still closed. The young master quickly got up from the bed, not even remembering that he was completely naked. Lucifer let out a loud sigh and placed a hand over his face in frustration.
W-Why is he here?!– Astaroth was genuinely shocked, not remembering the previous night and imagining the worst.
Hm... You guys are very scandalous in the morning...– Satan finally says something, he sits down and says again looking at Astaroth– at least put some clothes.
The young man's eyes widened and he looked down at himself and his naked form. He quickly hid himself in the sheets.
What happened yesterday?!– Astaroth asks Satan, while Lucifer just watches the whole show silently and slightly annoyed.
You really don't remember?– Satan asked, for a moment forgetting Lucifer's presence.
No?! I drank enough to forget who I am, how I would remember that?!–Astaroth says in a desperate and angry tone.
Oh... What a shame... You and I did so many things together, it makes me very sad.– Satan says being extremely dramatic.
What do you mean by that?! Don't be funny now you idiot!– He stands up again and goes to look for some clothes.
Meanwhile, Lucifer and Satan look at each other, the king didn't seem to be happy about it.– What happened yesterday?
Nothing happened– Satan sighs in frustration–, after the competition, Astaroth brought me here and we slept.
So why are you two naked?– Lucifer frowned, annoyed.
I did it because I don't like sleeping with clothes on, you know.–Satan got up and started to get dressed.
So, enough of competitions. Seeing you here with Astaroth is strange, I don't want to imagine what you two would do if you were a little bit more sober.– The king stood up and walked towards the door, but soon stopped and looked at Satan again.– By the way, we will have a meeting tomorrow morning.
Yes, Luci. I'll be there. – Satan says, finishing getting dressed and watching Lucifer close the door as he leaves. He goes to the closet where Astaroth was, he looked embarrassed and agitated.
My father is gone, right? - He looks at Satan as soon as he enters the closet, the black hair that was normally slicked back, was messy, the complete opposite of what Astar was used to. His pale skin made him look like the undead, his red eyes always looked exhausted, and his firm, husky voice sounded incredibly peaceful in the morning.
Yes, he'll just leave.– Satan leaned over and leaned against the door, realizing that Astaroth wasn't dressed yet.– Were you freaking out internally here? Why didn't you put on some clothes?
Shut up! Ugh... Being around you makes me nauseous. –Astar sighed and grabbed a comfortable outfit to be able to work in peace.
It wasn't what it seemed yesterday.– The old lord says with a sarcastic smile.
You're already dressed, just go away! fuck!– Astaroth goes towards the room again.– You just get in my way! Damn it!
Am I disturbing your life now? I don't need to waste my time with things like this, you already do that yourself. – Lord Satan says this while following the young master.
Oh yes, of course, because you weren't the one who was going after my ex like a dog in heat, right? - Astaroth says irritably and walks around the room looking for something to tie his hair.
Do you want to go back to this story again? I already said that I didn't do anything, she came to me herself. – Satan shrugged and looked away for a few seconds.
And you fucked her even though you knew she was dating me at the time!– The young master turns his attention to the figure standing behind him.
Well, she was pretty, don't blame me. Besides, that happened a while ago. About 670 years ago?–The old Lord rolls his eyes and sighs.– Move on.
No matter how many years this happened, you didn't even have the decency to apologize.–Astaroth frowned even more angrily.
Why should I? Don't put yourself on a pedestal, brat. – Satan sat on the bed and crossed his legs, purposefully trying to irritate the young master even more.
Astaroth sighed and decided to just ignore Satan, he continued looking for a hair tie and finally found one. He went in front of his mirror and started fixing his hair, when Lord Satan's reflection had suddenly appeared in the mirror.
Are you going to keep ignoring me?–Satan said looking at Astaroth and realized that he wouldn't get an answer from him, since the young master seemed more interested in finishing getting ready. Satan leaned down slightly and placed a kiss on the back of Astar's neck just to tease him and soon received a scratch on his face from the young man.
Have you lost your mind?! What the hell are you doing?– Astaroth covered his neck with his hands and looked at Satan in shock and fury.
Tsk...–Satan ran his hand over his new wound and sighed.–You really are a spoiled brat.
Yes, I am. And if you don't leave I'll call my father. You piece of shit. – The young man retorted.
Satan teleported to his castle again, not wanting to get into trouble with Lucifer since he knew how the king would act if someone bothered Astaroth beyond his limit. While Satan was minding his own business, Astaroth had gone to meet with Lucifer, ready for another day of work. When he entered the throne room, he noticed that his father seemed uneasy about something.
Did something happen, dad? You seem agitated.– he says, walking towards Lucifer.
Astar...– He sighed loudly– Yes, something did indeed happen.
Could I help you with anything? – the young master asked, genuinely concerned.
The war against the angels, that happens every five millennia... Will occur next year... – the king says anxiously.