Hey guys. This is my first fanfic, but it's actually just an interesting response to a tumblr prompt I saw. Please review! It will mean a lot to me and urge me to continue writing this. xo
Something about him made Magnus uneasy.
Maybe it was the way he invited instead of summoned Magnus, never before had anyone been so quiet and polite. Or maybe it was the fidgety stance he stood with, most people were defensive and even bellicose. Most likely though, it was the pleading look in his glorious blue eyes that shook Magnus. Never in his wildest dreams could he have even imagined eyes this blue, never in hell.
To be honest, Magnus wasn't Satan, or the devil, or even a devil. He was the Lord of Hell though, and supposedly that made him as important and respected as Satan down below. This isn't a common position for anyone to be in, but he had a jump start in uncommonness. Magnus was the son of a highly ranked demon and a mundane human girl. He's never known his mother, for she had died at childbirth. Not that it surprised anyone, it would be way too much energy for any human to endure anyway. What did surprise everyone was the infant, Magnus, who managed to grow up as normally as any child would in hell, but no one really knew the standard for that. Magnus was the first.
Anywho, Magnus managed climbed the jagged ladder of society to the top by himself. His father had died of melancholy and self hatred for the death of his beloved, but Satan was almost a substitute father for Magnus, if not even better. Magnus was well loved and cherished in hell, being such a rare specimen of a halfblooded demon. Of course there were judgemental critics that doubted him and distrusted him, but Magnus brushed them aside while he wore his glittery neon t-shirts that didn't exist in hell before him. Another applaudable act of heroism in hell, Magnus likes to think. The irony of that was beyond him.
Nobody knows how Magnus managed to get Satan to give up his throne down below, but he managed all right, and Satan seemed more than willing to move to a much less crowded part of hell, a couple miles away from the busy centre. Now Magnus knows why. It was such a boring job, being the Lord of Hell. It was almost like being the boss of an important company, except all Magnus had to do everyday was let his subjects serve him. It was pathetically dull.
The only interesting activity was when Magnus was summoned back up to Earth, when rarely some people would manage to do so correctly without dying. It's happened a few times so far with Magnus, but everybody had such boring wishes and commands that it barely even improves his days. It would always be money. Or immortality. Or love. It was as if Magnus was a genie from a lamp, and usually his "clients", as he calls them, don't have very valuable souls anyway. So it isn't a very interesting activity, but it's all Magnus can look forward to these days.
Yet today. Today was different. The sapphire eyes that summoned him now stare at Magnus with uncertainty and a bit of sadness.
"Hello, human. What ails you enough to summon me?"