#helluva boss hellhound

Satan grumbled as he walked out of the palace. Why he didn't have some imp take out the trash was not present in his thoughts, but here he was. Dragging a bag full of shit and possibly the remains of a few rebellious subjects to an outdoor bin.

Uprisings be damned.

When he finally reached the dumpster, he quickly did a double take after lifting the bin flap. "What in the hell of..."

A dirty hell hound pup. And not a doll, statue, or anything that portrayed an imitation, a real hell hound pup.

He didn't know how long he stood there, one arm holding the lid up and the other one down with the bag in hand, but the sudden wailing of the baby boy snapped him out.

"Shit...kid, I..." He glanced around him, and quickly scooped up the pup. "Still wailing," He thought. He glanced around again, surely this was an idiotic mistake? He looked to see any footprints, any figure watching in the distance, or maybe even some hidden camera, but no.

There was nothing.

Only an abandoned pup.

A wailing abandoned pup.

"Shshh, kid, I got you." Satan mumbled, holding the pup up to his chest, doing his best to mimic the actions the good mothers of hell did. "Now, now, what's your name..?" He asked, looking at the collar.

"(Y/N)"

"(Y/N). All right boy, welcome to Wrath's castle." He finally said, turning to go back inside.

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Adopting a dumpster baby was waaaay easier said than done.

Satan had to disclose to his staff that the pup was his responsibility AT THE MOMENT, fill out adoption paperwork, rearrange a guest room to be yours, fill out medical history, call the castle doctor, finish medical forms, disclose any budding gossip, get baby clothes, crib, toys, and other supplies ASAP and assembled/prepped, attempt and fail at not getting worked up at the now full-on rumors that circulated throughout the ring all in the span of 7 hours.

And it has only calmed down to some extent since he fished you out of the trash.

After that mad rush, you were all clean and sleepy in a hell-dino onesie, sucking on a bottle while still being cradled by a very tired but relived Satan.

"Alright little hellion. We got some time." He took a deep breath before he continued to murmur. "I'm begging you, PLEASE get some rest." He finished while trying to change the bottle for a red pacifier.

You gurgled and giggled a bit before switching to the pacifier, seemingly content before sleeping. For now.

"Fuck...Finally you sleep you little hellion." He gruffed out softly, but there was no malice in his voice.

"Into the crib you go, pup."

He looked at a curled you sleeping while cuddling a stuffie of a bat, under the moving mobile while it played a soft tune.

He betrayed his tiredness when he stood there in the dimly lit room, watching you for...a long time.

"Sire? I hav-" Satan gave the entering imp a death glare, one that could easily kill him if you weren't in the room.

"Keep your voice down!" He whispered through gritted teeth, an obviously concealed death threat.

"My deepest apologies sire." The imp crouched down, embarrassed. "We have scheduled a meeting with the other sins in a week for Sir (Y/N)'s coronation to royalty. In addition, arrangements have been made for your son to attend the most elite elementary academy when he comes of age."

Satan distractedly listened to whatever the butler said, but it all stopped at the last part. "made for your son..."

"Have a sleeping bag in this room. I'll sleep here with him in case anything happens."

"Of course sire. Right away sire." The imp said, scurrying out of the room.

After he left, Satan turned to look at a still sleeping you.

His son.

Yes, that is good.

The King demon of Wrath smiled, a genuine, soft, loving one at you.

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