He can’t seem to figure out whether you quench the fire in his heart — or fuel it. The aura you exude seems to calm that rage in his heart. Yet, it’s futile, for when he is away from you he feels a rage ready to burst, threatening to destroy everything in its path.

Satan sat at your side, his nose shoved into a book, his other hand absentmindedly fiddling with a loose strand of your hair as he reads — You want to ask if he's eaten yet, but his focus on his reading holds your tongue.