Satan’s Best ‘Friend’ (One on One)(Closed)

I want to do this again and have it slowly develop into a gay romance… And I’d like to be the human guy if that’s okay with you

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules, and please please please write more than one line. I reserve the right to say no, so please don’t make a fit about it if I do.

(If images don’t work for you, the prompt says: Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend, and Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.
Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millennia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1)

Oh I love this idea! May I?

Damn, I missed it again//

Yeah! Here’s a template (you can add categories to it if you want)

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
And Satan can have some powers too btw

Damn, I missed it again//

Oof, sorry lex//

Name: Chase Goeman
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/53/83/ea/5383ea55a7c5ae18efae84ae09621815.jpg
Personality: Shy, nervous basically all the time, introvert, jumpy, stutters a lot, most of his friends are fictional, he cares about a lot of things and his heart is easily broken. He’s been in relationships that were just pranks, yet he is still kinda gullible.
Other: Chase has two different colored eyes (one silvery-blue and one brown) and he’s been diagnosed with mild-synesthesia. He was bullied a lot through childhood (currently being bullied, too) when people found out about his synesthesia and his sexuality. Mother, Alice Goeman, died of cancer when he was ten.

Yay thanks! I’m currently… having something going on right now, so I’ll be kinda slow. I’m sorry.

I’ll fill out the template as soon as I can.

(Don’t worry about it, I might actually have to go in a bit anyways so no rush :)

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(How are you doing?)

(Oh hey! I’m doing much better. Let me get you that character.)

(hEY SORRY I’ll do this ASAP!)

(Rvan

Hi

What type of personality do you want Satan to have?)

(Hi waves happily
I was thinking he could be cold at first, since he’s hardened by years of immortality and whatnot, but protective later on once he grows fond of Chase (if that’s all okay with you?))

(Oh of course! I’ll get the template here ASAP

i promise i’m sorry ;u;)

Name: Lucifer “Satan” (Prefers Lucifer, really)
Age: Just… old.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: A tall black (no racism) man with long black hair that glows a mystic gray-red at the ends. His eyes are a flat black with red rings around the pupil. He has two sheep’s horns growing out of his head. One is chipped (left) and the other (right) is more or less touching his earlobe. Both are a red-gray-blue gradient pattern.
Personality: Very bloodthirsty and dark. Will rarely go off of his own accord to be soft and caring. He is very cold to those in general, usually caring about nothing and no one, not even himself. Unless it is someone he is particularly close to.
Powers: He (in Christian literature) is a (lot more than but basically) Fallen Angel, so his powers line up closely. Hallucination making, self-healing and flying are some of these powers.
Other: Meh

(Yay! I love him, he’s spectacular!!!! Shall we start then?)

(Thank youuu! Yes we shall!)

(Imma just low key copy and paste my starter from the other one…)

Chase sat alone in his room, his homework piled around him. He felt so alone, and there wasn’t a chance he could focus on being productive with his schoolwork. He doodle a pentagram, just for his own entertainment. Chase honestly wished something like that could happen, at least he could have a friend.

(Hmmm)

A Demon scrambled into Lucifer’s room, where he floated, gazing out the large window of his mansion, gazing out at Hell and the bustle of the happy Demons and Fallen Angels who had seeked refuge.
“Sir! There is another calling for you!”
“Then bring them in.”
“But it’s a—“
“I don’t care who it is or what they are. Bring them here.”
“Sir!” The Demon scrambled off and drew a matching pentagram on Lucifer’s table. Soon, the pentagram that Chase had drawn in desperatw hope began to glow a hot red. It started to burn the paper it was drawn on.

_{(Oooo, I like where this is going…)}
Chase jumped, watching the paper in panic, and immediately reaching for it attempt to stop the- what was it, flames? But one second, he was in his room reaching for the paper, then next he was struck by fear as his entire surroundings changed. Gone were the plain walls of his bedroom, gone was the bed underneath him. He stumbled then fell to the ground in a dark, terrible place.

Lucifer waved his hand and the Demon bowed and ran off again. He turned in midair to face the new person now sitting on his favorite red-metal table.
“Human. You have called to the powers of Hell.” He tilted his massive head. “What is it that you want?”

“I-I-I- H-Hell? Am I dead?” Chase asked fearfully, hands even shaking as his whole body tensed. What happened, who is this guy, what’s going on-? He felt paralyzed by the stranger’s gaze directed towards him, Chase just felt so… small. And out of place.

“No. You’re not dead.” Lucifer shook his head. “You drew a pentagram, didn’t you? You called for an extra force to adhere you.” The second sentence was not a question, but a statement.

“Wha- Oh.” Chase’s mouth parted for a second, very clearly remembering how he had drawn the pentagram, “I-I had just been hoping for a f-friend, it was really n-nothing, b-besides it’s not like I c-could sell my soul to get you to be m-my friend or s-something,” Chase stuttered nervously, even though part of him wished he could sell his could for something like that.

Lucifer gave his subject an interested look. “You are not required to sell your soul to me. Though you may if you want.” He shook his hair out with a deep sigh. “The Demons and I live off of this type of thing, so I suggest you do, though it’s your choice.”

Chase stayed silent for a second, part of him actually considered it. The other half was screaming at him not to, that this was insane, that- “So it’d just be my soul? After I die, I’d go to Hell?” Chase asked cautiously, wringing his hands as the idea seemed to sink in. It’s not like I’m worth much… it won’t really matter… It’d just be so nice to not have to be alone anymore…

Lucifer shrugged. “You have the choice. You stay here with me and I get your soul.” He turned back to the window, looking out.
“Just tell me when you make your decision.”

This feeling, it was like a deep, indescribable blue. I need to do this. Chase finally spoke without a second thought, “I want to make the deal. I— I want you to be my friend.” What am I doing? Chase slowly peeled himself away from the table that he was sitting on, his feet meeting the floor so he could stand and wrap his arms around himself.

“Okay,” Lucifer said in his growly, deep voice. “Come here.” He beckoned the new human. His black wings shivered behind him, straightening up in their posture as he turned to face Chase.