Rivalry

Light against Time and Space. Fire against Water. Spirit against Rot. Bug against Earth.

How Satan grew up with his children is how these rivalries came to be.

All of his sons hated each others' guts, specifically their opposition. Lucifer had a particularly estranged relationship with Samael, the King of Time and Space. Perhaps the only reason Samael hadn't challenged his eldest son was because he knew that Lucifer was far, far stronger than him. That didn't stop them from snapping at each other in bitter hatred, and their Father wasn't surprised, but he did wish that they would get along a little better.

Iblis was so proud of his power that as soon as Egyn quenched his strength with water, he immediately snapped at the long-haired man, always agitated when his constant temper did nothing to annoy the Water King, who watched impassively with his hands folded in the sleeves of his kimono. On the rare occasion, he would reply coolly back, and it was probably how calm he was about it all that irritated Iblis further.

As for Astaroth, the second-youngest, his anger toward Azazel, the fifth oldest, began since he was old enough to walk. He loved to make things rot, but spirits did no such thing. Spirits were eternal. They escaped rot and Azazel was proud about that. So when he came to realize that his older brother's love of stockings were out of the ordinary, he tugged on them, calling them girly, and it lit the fuse to their bitter rivalry. It was simple, really.

Finally, the youngest, Amaimon of the Earth, despised Beelzebub's Chuchi. Despite Beelzebub being between Azazel and Astaroth age-wise, Amaimon was never afraid to strike his nerves by destroying his kin, glaring up at him defiantly, and then turning away before the King of Insects grew so annoyed that he began fighting his littlest brother. Really, though, it appeared that none of Amaimon's brothers had a liking toward him. Perhaps the kindest toward him was Azazel, who was still rude to him regardless of what he did.

Satan sighed as he looked down upon his children from his perch on the second floor, looking out onto the courtyard. Even from there, he could clearly distinguish their shouts directed at each other, hear the anger in their voices as they reached for each others' throats. It grew chaotic, so that even the rival brothers began attacking the kin that they got along rather well with. Such as, for example, Samael and Beelzebub, or Azazel and Egyn.

With nothing else to do, he jumped down and snapped at them to break it up and go to their rooms, punishing them by not giving them dinner. Grudgingly they obeyed, sour glare directed at sour glare, biting words hissed at each other. It took more threatening - no breakfast - for them to shut their mouths and do as they were told.

Satan sighed and rubbed the side of his head, feeling the beginnings of a headache.

This was going to be a long night.