Yuhichu

“I don’t know who you two are.” Nakia seethed. Nakia’s fingers cracked under the material of the fingerless glove she wore. “Disrupting my path was a big mistake.” A big one. Satan's mouth watered at the display of her anger. “You…” 

“Your rage. It is very sweet. Simply-” Nakia took a step forward, only to pull back, getting Satan’s hand into the ripped part of her shirt. His calloused fingers are near the line of breast. It’s hot. Satan busts he could kill a God at this very instant.

“What happened to the contract?” Gabriel speaks, the tension on his face showing up with the sign of a not so sane smile. “Solomon…” 

He speaks as if he knew an old enemy. He flaps his wings to take some distance. It catches Nakia’s attention. Was he leaving?

“Alright then, I’ll go back for today. However.” He pauses his words. Gabriel rose his huge scythe ready, twirling it easily. A slash upon his own chest as scarlet blood started to spill. He swung the scythe in Nakia’s direction. The Demelvian was quick enough to jump but the splash of blood suddenly tainted her side. The angel’s blood seeped into the open wound. 

A shock runs through her body, causing a big destabilisation all over. Her head is spinning. Her eyes are losing focus. She staggers on the side. A mark has appeared on her skin, over the light bruise. 

A sigil.

“You won’t be able to leave this place.” The angel warns Nakia, before bidding his farewell. 

“That damned bastard…!” Satan cussed as Gabriel simply left with a smile on his face. Satan, looked at the sky, then, the platform. It cracked. He chuckled dryly. Middle Earth was unwillingly welcomed. They would be busting them out forcefully.

“That’s a brand that angels use to mark their next prey. You can’t evade the angels when you are branded.” Satan smiles. “You become literal food for them. They will come flocking to you. Since you are related to Solomon, I thought they will let the young angels touch you.”

He chuckles. Nakia’s face is written with disgust. A big shiver runs up her spine.

“The worst that could happen is the Three Seraphim will try to cut you to pieces to share you amongst themselves.” Satan bent to Nakia’s eye level, his two hands into his pockets. “Goddaughter of Solomon, I’m here to take you. Best bet to save your outlander’s ass is to come with me to Hell.” 

The Underworld, commonly known through Demelvia’s books by many other names from other worlds. Hell, Pandemonium, Sheol, Netherworld, Abyss… mainly spoken by Satan’s words, Hell was the destination and the unfortunate land she was forced onto.

A hand opened before her, his sharp glinting nails. 

“Any contract you are bound to will remain as long as you put your trust in me.” Nakia’s eyes widened upon realization, Satan felt like she already had people with her, and it is true. “By contracting help, it will be easier for you to seek help in my stead and the others.”

It was an unfortunate event but Satan sees it as an opportunity. 

“Not many descendants have the capabilities to have their magic from the get-go.” Satan rests his arms on his thighs. 

“...You know I’m not from this world?” Nakia asks. 

“Angels and Devils would know.” Satan reassures with laughter. “No mere human would display such abilities beyond Earth. In your case… Your mana. Your emotions. They are feast for both the eyes and hunger we, Kings of the Seven Deadly Sins, feed upon.” Satan exaggerates his moves.

A moment later, they land gently on a platform with the same exact sigil. 

“This Sitri was waiting for your return, your Majesty.” A voice speaks in the room. Kneeling on the ground, a man with his hand over his chest, welcomes Satan. 

“We made it?” Nakia voices out in disbelief. Satan is still snickering. Her eyes locks on the two individuals. The short blue haired male with a horn on the right and a small red creature taking a similar stance as its comrade.

“This Ppyong was also waiting for your return, aye, your Majesty!” The little lump of creature flaps his wings to maneuver itself into the air, in the small space. Nakia grips on her shirt, a small vertigo running through her body. This type of transport isn’t as safe as she used to. She prefers the shadow portals casted by one of her contracts.

Nakia exhales the air and digs her boots heels on the rock hard ground. 

“This is Hell…huh?” Nakia asks. Ppyong appears in front of her face, making her jump. 

“Looks like it is your first time you’re in Hell, aye! Hell is divided in many countries!” The little pet devil took a safe distance from her, his cute smile making Nakia’s lips curve a little. “Gehenna is the most violent and tragic!” 

‘VIOLENT AND TRAGIC??’ Nakia wakes up with the new information. 

“Where is Belial?” Satan asks. 

“Belial didn’t make it. We got ambushed by angels.” Sitri explains. Ppyong’s mood also shifts to sadness at the thought of their friend. “He got heavily injured.” 

Sitri was about to say more but an explosion cut his words like a sharp blade. It was deafening from somewhere. Nakia notices they were inside a tower, the highest point of somewhere. 

“Time to head to Belial’s funeral.” Satan announces. Nakia blinks two times, obviously confused by the situation. Did…Sitri not mention Belial was just heavily injured? Why are they thinking about funerals of all places. 

“That is reasonable.” Sitri comments. Ppyong tries to convince the two older devils but fails. He decides to change the subject. 

“Anyway, who is she, your Majesty?” Ppyong points his little paw towards Nakia who’s standing awkwardly to the side. The trio look at Nakia.

‘I somehow feel uneasy…’ Nakia thought to herself. ‘Don’t be, Master. They seem rightfully…chaotic. Their energy doesn't exude malice.’ Laneila spoke through Nakia’s head. Nakia’s heartbeat slowed, leaving the stress out of her body. 

“Now that I think about it. Your name, you haven’t told me.” Satan smiles. 

“Nakia…your-...”

“No need for the high rank calls. That’s not your job.” He teases. “That’s theirs.” He points at the two others by his side. 

“Name’s Nakia.” She corrects her presentation. Satan walks up to Nakia, his hands over the hips, his head over her shoulder, as intimate it could look. Nakia’s body stiffens. Satan rips open the shirt by the hip where he reveals the mark of Gabriel fresh on the wound. 

“An angel’s brand?!” Ppyong and Sitri exclaim. 

“That’s right and it belongs to one of the three Seraphims.” Satan paints the fact ticker like butter.

“To brand a normal human girl, are they still using such cowardly ways?” Sitri seeth through his fangs, anger slowly raising his handsome features. But it suddenly turns to questions. “But how can a Seraph, of all angels,  brand?”

“That’s because this young mage he is one of Solomon’s-” Satan starts to explain. Sitri beams up at the news. His cheeks crimson red, as he rushes towards Nakia, cupping her face, leaning towards her lips. Their lips met. Nakia’s eyes widened in shock. 

‘HUH?!’ Nakia and Laneila’s thoughts mixed in surprise.

The kiss break. He seems sad. Nakia’s pocket shines. Laneila forces himself out to put himself between his master and the devil. Laneila hugs Nakia to take a few steps back, his ears twitching to dodge Satan’s kick towards Sitri. 

Sitri crashes against the wall, only to fall back on the floor. Laneila is still hugging Nakia against his chest. Ppyong is surprised to see someone new appearing. What in hell is going on?