Satan anon part 2

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #680
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Well. Here's a small take on the Satananon

>The portal to the icy ring of hell opened wide, and two figures stepped through.
> One was recognizable to most of hell, as he was the king of it all. Lucifer.
> But following him was one that less, but still many would know of. Marquis Amon, one of the most powerful Ars Goetia in all of hell.
>But compared to other Ars Goetia, even less powerful ones, he was far less popular. The reason why is simple.
>He was a fantastic peace broker and rarely got into feuds of his own, which of course made for far fewer interesting things about him compared to his more hot headed kin.
> The blue skinned Aamon stood tall beside Lucifer as they started to walk and talk away from all prying ears.
> "Ah Lucy, it's always wonderful to take this trip. The cold is such refreshing support to our talks."
> "Quite indeed Aamon, now what were you telling me about the recent feud between Aym and Bathin?"
>"Ah yes… Aym’s a rambunctious one, and the feud is just a result of him disrupting Bathin’s territ… Do you hear that?."
>They both had stopped in their tracks and ccked their heads, ears scanning or the faint noise.
>Off from the center of the realm they heard a sound, wailing.
>They glanced at each other with a raised eyebrow, before picking up their pace.
> The wailing stopped as they drew nearer, but the previous soothing silence only now made the pair on edge.
> The mound finally grew into sight, on top of which was Satan, and...a stroller?
> One of Satan’s heads turned and saw the pair approaching.
> “Ah. Lucy, Amo. About time you showed up.”
> Lucifer nodded, before he paused. His nose caught a familiar and painful scent.
> “Satan… Mind me asking what is a stroller doing here… smelling of heaven?”
> “Well you see. Big man upstairs decided it was time to get the ball rollin’ on his plan. So he sent ol Mikey down here, bastard took a bit o my essence and badda boom. Antichrist.”
> “The antichrist?”
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> “Yeah. Yknow the whole thingamajig that bigman proclaimed about after he stuck us both down here? Rapture and all o that? Well he decided to get started on it. So here’s the antichrist for us to take care of, not even any child support paid other than this dingy smelly stoller.”
> Lucifer walked over to the stoller and peered inside, and saw a large babe.
> “I… see. How long ago was this?”
> “Oh… when was the last time you visited? A couple o years ago…carry the two…times that by five…. I think he’s been around here for a year.
> “Very well. What do you plan to do with… it?”
> “Well it ain’t like I can be much of a parent to it, ain’t like I can move or anything, so howzabout you take em back with ya and hand em off to someone till he can speak and move and all that junk?”
> Lucy sighed.
> “And why should I do that and not just kill it?”
> “Because ol Mikey said that if we killed em or threw em into a dingy box and floated em down the river into a nice, cramped, cold, cage, he and his pals would come along and annoy you and fuck with whatever ya scrounged together that you happen to like.”
> Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
> “And why haven’t you killed it?”
> “Because Mikey also said he’d come back and make another one, and who knew having a child be made from your ripped away essence hurt so bad?”
> “Well. I suppose we have no choice but to raise it. I already have my hands full with my daughter, and I am not letting this… thing. Get close to it while she’s so young. Ammon?”
> “Yes?”
> “Find the noble family you can give this to while causing the least ripples politically.”
> “Yes sir.”
> “Great. Now let’s take it and go.”
> Lucifer started to push the stroller towards the exit, with Satan bleating out behind him.
> “Once he’s big enough, give em to me, got a whole planner here in my head courtesy of ol Mikey, and I already know how to throw a wrench into it.”
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> Aamon arrived at the lush estate, with a imp-servant pushing the stroller behind him.
> He walked past the guards, who bowed and deferred out of his way.
> He continued his way into the garden plaza, wherein a humanoid bull sat, his red eyes gleaming. As he nodded his head at one of Lucifer’s closest aides and smiled warmly.
> “Welcome Marquis Aamon. The preparations as per your letter are already made. May I interest you in some tea?”
> “Wonderful, thank you Count Morax. I apologize for the rudeness, but my schedule is far too tight. So straight to business. I once again apologize for the inconvenience, but since your son was recently born, Stolas was it?”
> Morax nodded his head and smiled.
> “Yes, since you are raising Stolas I figured it wouldn’t be too much of a strain on you to also raise the babe alongside him. So thank you for taking up the responsibility. My Imp-servant will make sure everything’s in order, but I must be gone.”
> “Ah! Before you go… What is the babe’s name?”
> Ammon paused, then let out a chuckle.
> “It doesn’t have one yet I suppose. Feel free to name it as you wish.”
> “Understood.”
> With that, Ammon snapped his fingers at the imp while he himself walked back into the street leading out of the Baron’s lands
>The imp pushed the stoller forward towards the bull-man, who leaned down to gaze at the child.
> “Hmm… Yes. I think that name will do. Alright Satananon! Let’s go meet you situated.”
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>Despite Morax’s intimidating appearance, he had something fairly rare in hell.
>A soft part in his heart for his family.
> He raises Stolas and Satananon for a while side by side, the two children forming a close bond catalysed by the warmth shown to them by Morax.
> Too soon though, Satananon had to be given back to Satan and juggled around.
> Although Morax brought Stolas to visit Satanon when they could.
> Eventually Satannon was put into the ring of treachery and settled into his lonesome routine, feeling the pain of loneliness even more because he had felt it for a while in the family of Stolas and Morax.
> Stolas grew into his prince role nicely, and started to visit Satananon when he could.
> Eventually he brought a small bundle with him, Octavia.
> Satananon felt happy for his foster brother, but at the same time felt sad as Stolas withdrew into his own family more.
> But Satanon took solace in the fact that now when he visited and brought Octavia, it was somehow even more pleasant.
> Satananon realized he never felt so happy as when as soon as a young Octavia caught sight of him she screeched ‘Uncle Satanon!’ and rushed towards him.
>But then they started to visit less and less… and the father and daughter started to seem more and more distant…
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>Brother Anon: Gets rped constantly
>Asmodeus Anon: Everyone thinks he's a rpist
>Satanon: Is so lonely he almost wishes he'd get rped
Sad times all around among the Prince Anons.
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It's lonely at the top.
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Pretty good.
Also
>Charlie hears about the antichrist
>Finds out that he's supposed to cause the apocalypse
>She panics
>He immediately jumps to the top of her "try to make them be good" list
>He just wants to be left alone, he couldn't care less about the living world
>Charlie doesn't believe him when he says that
>Thinks he's trying to hide "the darkness lurking in him" from her
>Keeps trying to convince him that the world is good and worth not destroying
>He doesn't need to be convinced but try telling that to Charlie
>Anon is constantly getting dragged to her hotel so she can show him all the repentant sinners who "still have something good deep down inside", and to her family's amusement parks so she can bury him in cotton candy and cheerful music, and to petting zoos so she can make him pet llamas and lorikeets
>Anon really needs a cup of coffee
>And maybe to put bolts on the door and bars on the window so she can't get in
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Plot twist: charlie creates the anti-christ by trying to save him.
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>one of satanons least favored "homes" was actually on earth
>three guesses why
>no he wasn't mlested by his legal guardian.
>forever alone.
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They were overbearing cultists
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I mean...
>Main goal is to unleash a hellborne lovecraftian monster
>Occult BS
>Overbearing rules