Waiting to be punished...
Dark purple swirls. Weightlessness. An annoying cold that chilled even him to the bones. Being completely alone in a seemingly endless nothingness of obscure shapes that didn’t make sense. This was what Amaimon had been facing for – he didn’t know for how long.
It could have been only a few minutes, seeing as time apparantly didn’t really exist in this place created by demonic magic, but knowing his older brother it was more likely to have been at least a few days.
It woudn’t have been much of a problem to endure the wait – he could be quite patient if need be – but the knowledge of what was doubtlessly to come after this was what was nagging at his usually quite stoic self.
He may be interacting with humans more than with his fellow demons nowadays, but there was no way his brother would just let Amaimon off the hook with a little bit of time spent in solitude left to think about his deeds as his sole punishment. HE wasn’t human after all, and so Mephisto could punish him with all the malice he had as Satan’s oldest son without risking to loose his face in the eyes of those stupid humans who were naive enough to trust him.
Amaimon knew it was an extremely reckless and idiotic move to punch his older brother in the face the moment he had seen the glint in the older demon’s eyes when he was lying upside-down in that treetop staring at his little brother while he was licking up the steaming blood coming out of his nose.
He had wanted to apologize right away, but it had been too late already. His brother’s summoned familiar, the Kuchen Cuckoo Clock, had swallowed him before he could react and the next thing he knew was opening his eyes only to find himself in this weird place.
Here the Earth King could do nothing but wait for his brother to come and punish him as the older demon saw fit. He had tried to find a way out at first of course, but soon he had to realised how utterly pointless that was. If his brother didn’t want him to leave this place then Amaimon simply wouldn’t. He had learned long ago how devastating the difference in power between him and his Aniue was.
Thinking about it caused the Earth King to chew his nail for what must have been about the hundredth time since the beginning of his imprisonment. While Mephisto hadn’t inherited their father’s flames he was still the second strongest demon in all of Gehenna after Satan himself. That’s why every demon with the least bit of sense would treat him with the utmost respect. Those who didn’t usually ended up facing a rather painfull death.
There had even been times where Amaimon had taken it upon himself to punish those stupid enough to disrespect his Aniue, which was one of the reasons why he found it unnerving to say the least how his brother let those stupid humans treat him. The older demon had assured him it was all for a reason and any human who showed particular disrespect would still face some rather unpleasant consequences sooner or later, but it still annoyed him a great deal.
While Mephisto’s former maliciousness had calmed down somewhat as the centuries passed and he decided to make Assiah his personal toy box, his power hadn’t diminished in the slightest ensuring he could rest quite assured of no other higher ranking demons daring to meddle with him. He could still be exceptionally cruel when someone actually managed to annoy him.
Knowing all that Amaimon had still been stupid enough not only to ignore the direct order to back off given to him by his brother, but he even went as far as to punch him in the face! In front of an audience consisting of exorcists to make matters worse! Closing his eyes tightly and biting into his fist now instead of his nail to keep the agitation that creeped into his mind during his musings at bay he cursed heartily. He heard a voice chuckling in his head and bit down harder. The last thing he needed right now was to lose his composure and panic because he started hearing voices. This place started to really get on his nerves!
“Tse, now really Amaimon, if this is supposed to be your attempt at self-punishment let me tell you it’s a rather poor one indeed.”
His eyes snapping open and widening almost comically the Earth King felt himself tense upon seeing his brother hovering in the void space before him eyes glinting with amusement and barely hidden cruellity and fangs flashing when he smirked, obviously enjoying the state of mind he found his little brother in.
“Aniue…”
“Amaimon.”
“I… I’m…”
Amaimon found himself unable to continue when he noticed the slight narrowing of his brother’s eyes. Mephisto didn’t want him to talk. He wanted him to be silent and endure whatever he may mete out. The younger demon tensed up even more and pulled his shoulders up. He felt the sudden urge to curl up in himself, when he noticed his brother’s grin widening slightly. He was enjoying this greatly.
A sudden burst of contempt for his own actions cursed through him. This was ridiculous! HE was ridiculous! He was a son of Satan, a demon prince, he was Amaimon the Earth King and yet here he was, behaving like some frightened little kitten!
He desperately tried swallowing the lump that was building in his throat successfully stopping him from apologizing and trying to talk his way out of this. It wasn’t as if Mephisto didn’t already know Amaimon was sorry - the younger’s behaviour would have already told him as much - but one look in the older’s eyes told him how little his Aniue actually cared whether he was sorry or not. What he cared about was to punish his insolent little brother and make sure he wouldn’t dare to misbehave in such a way ever again.
