Satan continued to stare, at a loss for words. He felt Mammon grab his shoulder from behind, but remained where he was despite the elder trying to turn him away. Lucifer stepped over the blood covered form on the ground, and helped Lord Diavolo to sit on the ground against the side of his bed, a fair distance away from the new form. Suddenly, the red gaze flashed his direction and locked with Mammon's, seemingly another silent order. Satan did not understand it, but Mammon surely did.
Mammon and Levi both readied to prepare an offensive stance as the figure on the ground heaved and panted. Lord Diavolo's breath was laboured, but full, and Lucifer was telling him quick reassurances.
"You're alright, it's over. It's out."
Satan's eyes wandered across the form that lay defenseless on the ground. Soaked in a layer of blood, it was easy to make out where the blood was smeared: there were indentations of chains wrapping around its body that were now nowhere in sight. At that thought, memories flashed back to him as he remembered a desolate crater and burnt feathers around him. He remembered the chains–the shackles. He remembered breaking free, pushing against the skin as something else pushed him out. He remembered seeing Lucifer, bloodied, with a knife on the ground to compliment the three pairs of wings that also lay in the same state that he was in. Discarded. Thrown away.
As Mammon and Levi advanced in their approach, Satan sprung into action pushing them back and away from the pool of blood. Only then did he return to reality to find that the memories matched the present, and he stood between the figure born from Lord Diavolo and his brothers.
"Satan," Lucifer, "stand down. We do not know what fuels that creature yet." Yes, because when he was born, he was nothing but wrath. He remembered striking down the fallen angels as he fought to understand what he was and what his body was now that it existed outside of Lucifer. Reluctantly, he nodded and turned to face the figure in preparation of a fight in case they lashed out.
All he saw was a creature crumbled on the ground that was confused. He heard shifting behind him and sensed that Lucifer had risen from his knelt position beside Lord Diavolo to join the brothers. The form finally moved, planting a hand on the ground as it tried to push up from its belly-down fetal position. The force it took for the form to push itself up with that arm looked painfully strenuous, and he remembered his own aching body after having just gained one. Suddenly, pale eyes stared into his own green ones. They were… extremely pale. They looked nearly blind, but with a few more moments, he saw the resemblance to Diavolo's shining golden irises. It was as if Diavolo's eyes had lost all of their spark and power, and remained a pale beige instead. Slowly, the figure turned and spotted Diavolo. Lord Diavolo met their gaze, and in an extreme show of his strength, he leaned towards them. It was as if the Demon Lord was absorbed into their eyes.
Suddenly, the bloody hand shot out and gripped the front of Diavolo's shirt. He felt himself and his brothers move, but not before the other bloody hand grabbed something that none of them could see in front of Diavolo's chest, and yanked it towards their own body. The action made the figure collapse onto their back and they began shuddering and curling in on themself. Diavolo himself was surprised and breathless as he felt his chest to find nothing but the bloody stain from the hand.
"Diavolo! Are you hurt?" Lucifer quickly stepped up, coming between Diavolo's eyeline with the figure, but the prince gently stopped him from obstructing his view. The brothers all froze at Diavolo's interruption. "Diavolo?"
"It took it." The seven all awaited further response as he stood to his full height with the steadiness of a king.
"It took the pain." As silence settled, the new king approached the figure which lay curled in a fetal position with eyes clenched tight. He knelt and slowly reached out to brush bloody hair out of its face, and then quietly asked, "Lucifer, was this what it was like for…"
Satan stiffened at being the topic of conversation not involved in said conversation, and he felt Mammon's grip on his shoulder tighten too. He looked directly at Lucifer as his… brother… responded quietly to Diavolo.
"Yes. Although, he was much more… active." Lucifer rarely hesitated, but Satan guessed that this must be a really special case. Beside him, Levi failed to hold back a snort at Lucifer's choice of words which got him immediately elbowed in the gut by Beel. Mammon's grip on his shoulder was unfailing.
Diavolo stood, and looked across the brothers and his butler. With a shaky breath, he dismissed all seven to wait outside of the room while he discussed with Barbatos. Satan felt rooted in place as Mammon insistently tried to walk him out the door, but upon seeing Diavolo turn away from the still conscious figure on the floor, he could not hold back what came out of his mouth next.
"Don't leave." Diavolo's shock turned to him and Lucifer looked like he was about to strangle his spawn. "Whoever it is… they have just broken free from being a part of you. You are all they know right now. Leaving will create panic." Satan's voice was steady and low, and he's not quite sure what part of him was speaking. He so intricately kept up his many facades to temper the sin that lay beneath the surface, but there was little thought that flowed now except for the words that came flooding out of his mouth as if he had been rehearsing them his entire life.
Diavolo looked to Lucifer who did not meet his gaze as he was busy staring through Satan's occupied emerald eyes. Regardless, the king nodded to himself and Barbatos. "I'll stay." With that, Mammon began ushering him out again and this time he let himself be shoved. "Thank you, Satan." He stopped dead in his tracks again, about to turn back to Diavolo before Lucifer's unforgiving hand continued to push him through the door.