— wrath

You were sitting on the bed in Satan's room, listening to him tell you about one of the books he recently obtained. He was standing in front of you and the book in question was sitting on the bedside table. It was thick with a dark blue cover that was full of silver designs, the title written in a language you couldn't read. The pages were silver edged and a dark blue ribbon peeked out from its place in the middle of the book.

"It's meant to help with sleep," Satan was saying. "Especially for those who may suffer from nightmares. If you hold it, it will give you good dreams. It has the ability to determine what kind of dreams would be best for whoever uses it."

"Do you want to try it?" you asked.

Satan considered the book for a moment. "I think the chances of this magic being hazardous are fairly low, so yes. I think I would like to try it. What about you?"

"Let's do it together," you said, picking up the book. The cover was soft to your touch, though the book itself was heavy. You held it out toward Satan. He took hold of the other end, lifting some of the book's weight from your own arms.

You both stayed still for a long moment, but nothing seemed to happen.

"Did it work?" you asked.

"I'm not sure," Satan admitted. "We'll have to see what happens when we go to sleep tonight."

That night, you settled into your bed, thinking about the book's promise of good dreams. You really hoped it worked because wouldn't it be nice to always have good dreams?

You were tired as usual, so it wasn't long before you drifted into slumber.

You found yourself outside the House of Lamentation, in the garden. Satan was standing only a few feet away, his back to you.

You took a few steps toward him. "Satan?"

Satan turned around, his eyes widening when he saw you. "MC? Am I dreaming about you?"

"Wait, huh?" you said. "I thought I was the one dreaming about you."

Satan came closer to you, stopping just before you, a look of confused concentration on his face. "We're sharing the dream? Maybe it's because we both held the book at the same time?"

You were a little curious, too, but it wasn't like you could really do anything about it here in the dream world. You could worry about it tomorrow.

"Does it matter?" you asked, closing the space between you and him. "You're here and I'm here. That feels like a pretty good dream to me."

Satan met your eyes then. He lifted a hand to caress your cheek. "Indeed. I would classify this as the best dream I've ever had."

You leaned in to kiss him. Even in the dream, you felt the swell in your heart, the soft press of his lips, the flutter in your stomach as he reached out to hold you close.

When you woke the next day, you felt happy and refreshed. You found Satan later on in his room, looking through the pages of the dream book as he sat on his bed. He looked up when he saw you.

"I've been reading more to find out why we shared that dream," Satan said, a soft blush on his cheeks at the memory of it. "I still haven't found anything about shared dreams, but it does state that the book fills your good dreams with things that you love."

You crossed the room to sit next to him, letting your shoulder lean into his as you looked at the pages of the book open on his lap. "Well, in that case, I think you can safely say that this book works as intended."

Satan looked at you, a soft smile emerging on his face. He closed the book and set it aside, turning in closer to you and putting an arm around your shoulders. "I'm inclined to agree," he said before kissing you. And although this time you were awake, it still felt like a dream.

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