A/N: I'm so sorry for the long absence, I've had a lot going on and I have been absolutely exhausted.

This headcanony oneshot is a continuation of the A Welcome Reprieve series - of which I've already uploaded an Older Brothers' version which includes Lucifer, Mammon and Levi's version in one work. The only reason I've given Satan his own version is because out of the younger brothers, Satan's is the only one that I've finished so far (again, I'm so sorry) and I didn't want the work I've done to sit in a folder for much longer if I could help it. I will be uploading Asmo and the twins' versions eventually but at the moment I won't be able to work on them again until after the new year, so thank you so much for your patience.

However, I am currently working on a little something for December that I'm holding that you'll all enjoy.

Thank you so much again for all of your support and patience,
I'm sorry again,
I hope you enjoy this short work
~K'rasu xx

A Welcome Reprieve

Satan's Version

Satan comes with many surprises and that includes his seemingly endless and ever-expanding social circle — like Lucifer, this demon's schedule seems to be pretty full, it's honestly nothing short of amazing that he still finds time to read, study, attend classes at RAD and student council meetings, complete his daily chores, befriend every cat in the Devildom and prank Lucifer along with maintaining his long list of social commitments.

Unfortunately for Satan, being the avatar of wrath comes with a slight drawback, so while maintaining his social commitments and daily routines, Satan also has the added pressure of keeping his emotional well-being in check too and often finds himself frequently trying to bottle up his anger.

While he finds that reading and studying helps him keep his emotions in control, there's only so much he can do when he finds both his mental and physical batteries running low.

Your attention was drawn to Satan's bedroom one night when you could feel an intense pressure issuing from within, you had already guessed the cause of the aura when the rest of the brothers shared nervous glances at the dinner table and made passing comments about wanting to stay out of the way as they excused themselves from the table and slunk away into their own rooms while Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh and a shake of his head while muttering, "not again," before he offered you a warning to stay out of Satan's way and retired to his study.

Of course you were never one to take much consideration for warnings, surely the demons had learnt that by now?

And so it was no surprise that mere minutes later you found yourself giving the avatar of wrath's bedroom door a gentle knock as you pushed it open and peered inside.

Your suspicions were quickly confirmed.

You found Satan sitting cross-legged on his bed and staring down at an open book in his lap.

The intense aura practically oozed off of the demon causing the bookshelves and window frames to creak threateningly while towering piles of books swayed close to toppling over.

"Satan," you called out his name to announce your presence, but he didn't look up or seem to hear you.

You cautiously crossed the room, eying the tottering books as you passed them, until you stood in front of Satan and studied him closely.

His eyes were unfocused and unmoving as he stared down at the pages of his book, his hair was slightly unkempt as though he had been pushing it back out of his face with his hand a few too many times, and he furrowed his brow and let out little sighs of frustration.

Even when you stood this close to him, Satan still didn't notice your presence.

You reached out and cupped his face with your hand, making Satan give a small, startled jolt and stare up at you with a bewildered expression as the sound of creaking wood and the swaying books instantly stopped, and the pressure you felt before slowly ebbed away.

"Mc?" Satan blinked at you a few times before he donned a smile and a cheerful demeanour. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

A frown formed on your lips as you noted how quickly Satan was able to mask his true feelings, so you decided to be direct with him.

"Is everything okay?" You asked. "You seemed stressed."

Satan let his smile drop with a small sigh as he leaned into your hand and closed his eyes, "you're right. Everything just feels like it's all too much at the moment, I'm trying to relax but I can't even focus on reading."

You watched his expression soften as you gently caressed his cheek with your thumb, he held your hand in place and pressed a small kiss to your palm before you let it fall back down to your side.

"If you can't focus, let me help you." You said.

He slowly opened his eyes and watched as you moved more books that littered his bed, sat down beside him and picked up the book in his lap as you cleared your throat before you began to read aloud.

After a while you felt Satan shift beside you and then something pressed onto your shoulder.

You paused to cast a glance in Satan's direction only to find that he had rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes again.

"Hey Mc," Satan broke the brief moment of silence, "do you think you could read that paragraph again for me?"

He moved his head a little and opened his eyes to meet your gaze while you watched a pink tint creep onto his cheeks.

"The one where the protagonist confesses his feelings to his love interest," he adds as he dropped his eyes down to the book in your hands and pointed out the paragraph in question, "I'd like to hear you say those words again if that's ok."