"Quit staring at me like that!" He snarled, his willpower burning bright in his eyes even as his body was broken. “I’m fine! I shouldn’t even be here to begin with!” He shouted, clenching his fists tightly. He strained to rise, every motion sending a jolt of agony across his features as he fell back on the mattress. "This is a load of—" he cut himself off with a loud groan, lashing out at the covers with his feet like a toddler, his jaws clenched, grinding loudly with rage. "I belong out there, not trapped in here."

He’d been seriously injured while protecting you from a devil who had taken a seed from the Tree of Knowledge. That devil became an angel, and in turn, sought to destroy everything in its path, and you were their next target. But before they could strike you down, Satan threw himself in front of you, shielding you with his own body and taking the full force of the attack.

And now, he was stuck here, in this bland and sterile room that he so despised. It was brutal, to say the least. He was wounded, more seriously than he let’s on, but you knew him, you knew that he was trying to mask the agony. And despite his objections and protests, you forcefully dragged him to the hospital anyway—it was for his own sake. He fought and argued with you, even claiming he hated you in some way, but beneath his hardened mask as the King of Gehenna and Sin of Wrath, you could still see that tinge of affection that lurked beneath his sharp gaze whenever he looked at you.