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Summary:

It's in times of need that those who care will come for you.

Notes:

How many more Glasses fics before I get crowned as simp?

Mogeko March Day 18: Family/Found Family

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His steps echoed in the hallway, in such a loud way that it occurred to anyone that Satanick must have been bothered by something. He was basically running, passing by various subordinates and demons without even acknowledging them: he was clearly lost in thoughts, the deep frown on his face revealing a deep worry that left no peace in his mind.

And he indeed was full of worry and fear.

The day had started like any other, nothing worth mentioning happening for its entirety, until Satanick received a sudden call from one of his subordinates, the news it carried shattering the false sense of tranquility he had built that day.
In just a matter of minutes, the Devil had found himself sprinting towards an old and apparently abandoned building, which in reality worked as an undercover for an agency owned by one of his subordinates, Yagi, the very same man that had called him earlier that day. Who also happened to work for Yagi?

"Glasses?! What happened?!"

Satanick's son, Glasses.

In a fit of profound worry – and a mix of that same agitation that parents feels when their child is in danger – Satanick opened the door of the last room at the end of the hallway, slamming it so hard that the noise made the young demon jump from the bed he was laying on, only for a loud groan to leave his lips.
At that, the Devil ran to his son's side, kneeling on the floor to support him. He was visibly shaking, as if the thunderstorm outside wasn't already a good enough indication of how worried and saddened he was.

But Glasses faked not to notice – not to care – squeezing his eyes shut to avoid meeting his father's frightened gaze.
"What are you doing here?" He spat out, trying to sound annoying but ending up with the opposite effect; in fact, he felt glad to know that his father cared enough to still come and visit him, even if he hated himself for feeling relieved.

"Yagi told me," Satanick replied, breathless, as if watching his son in that state was sucking out his energy. At the moment Glasses was only wearing a pair of pants, while his chest and arms were all wrapped around with bandages. In some spots you could see blood stains, which suggested that his wounds had reopened again. Was it because Glasses had pushed himself up all of the sudden?
Noticing how the young demon didn't reply to him, Satanick decided to sit on the bed, fingers delicately hovering over some of the open wounds, "Did I perhaps startle you? I didn't mean to."

But Glasses couldn't stand to hear that soft tone, the affection in it too overwhelming to be borne, and as the familiar stang of tears made his eyes burn, he pushed himself down the bed, the impact so hard that he slightly bounced on the mattress.
Of course, as expected, another groan of pain threatened to leave his lips, which he tried to cover up by changing the subject, "Nice to know that the Boss didn't listen to me."

Needless to say, his tone was sarcastic; after all, Glasses was used to danger, and getting hurt was just part of his job. Sullivan and Yagi got hurt all the time too. Although, he had to admit that this time he had gotten out of the mission more battered than usual – and yet still victorious.
So why did the Boss call his father? That was just unnecessary worry put on their Lord.

And a pain in the ass for him as well.

"You didn't want me to find out?" Satanick asked, more incredulous than anything, "If not as a son, you can at least inform me of your well-being as a subordinate."
He was upset – did he have the right to be when the hurt one was Glasses? – and for once the constant rejection he received from his son was getting to him.

Soul wrecked by anguish, that was when the Devil happened to meet his son's gaze he felt like he had just received a punch in the guts: the usually white sclera of his eyes was redder than blood, while his lips and nose were completely bruised. His cheeks too were tinted in purple, and around his forehead there were only more bandages: Glasses had been clearly beaten up, violently so, and Satanick had to bite his tongue to refrain from bombarding his son with questions.
Finding out who the culprit was was going to be Envi's next task.

"It doesn't matter," Glasses finally replied. He had felt taken back by the intense look in his father's eyes, and as much as he was aching to know if he seriously was that much worried about him, he knew better than asking.

Satanick was just an annoyance, a mere distraction from his duty and need to get better. He didn't need his attention at all.

"Not that it would have mattered either way. There's no need for you to come here and save appearances," Glasses said to stop things from getting too real: he had decided to stop thinking about his relationship with his father long ago, and work was one of the few things he had left to keep his mind away from the Devil. But now there was the risk of his father ruining – dirtying – that one last escapism he had left.

He just needed to be left alone.
He would have been better if no one bothered to see how he was doing.

However, Satanick had other plans, the sadness and frustration he was feeling finally starting to seep through the cracks.
"Do not say that ever again," The Devil said, his tone scaringly controlled. Glasses convinced himself that he was about to receive the biggest scolding of his life, at which he wasn't sure if to laugh or not: his father acting like one... how laughable.
Yet, against his expectations, Satanick surprised him with a choked sob, and in a moment the demon witness one unlikely sight;

"I do care for you! Don't get hurt again, please!" Satanick cried out, a sea of tears streaming down his cheeks, "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if something were to happen to you, Glasses!"
Another sob left his puffy lips, in choir with a thunder echoing outside, and distractedly – amidst the shock – Glasses wondered if it was the case to close the windows. Though, the real rainstorm was happening right before his eyes, for his father's tears were free-falling on his bandages. It was a known fact that their Devil was quite the sensible one but never in his life Glasses would have imagined to see his father cry over him.
In the literal meaning.

"Shouldn't I be... the one to get comforted..." Glasses mumbled, eyes wide in shock as he pushed himself back up; at least, a good thing out of that situation was that he was so surprised - and aghast – that he barely could focus on his sore limbs. What was more absurd was that his dazed words had been met with a confused nod and a choked apology, at which Glasses replied by awkwardly giving his father a pat on the shoulder.

It was almost hilarious how the tables had turned.

"Oh Glasses...! My heart exploded when Yagi told me you were badly hurt," finally Satanick was able to speak, even if his voice sounded nasal and strangely high-pitched, "My precious son... Why don't you let this father of yours heal you? Oh Glasses," he continued to sob.
And as more tears dropped against his bandages, Glasses barely caught himself smiling – sympathy filling his gaze; in truth, there was something endearing in the way his dad never changed.

Though, when he was younger, Satanick was definitely cooler; that was an undeniable fact.

"Ugh, just change the bandages and shut up."
However, no amount of beating and wounds would have ever managed to make Glasses spill these thoughts aloud, especially when his father was crying his heart out on him. Instead, the stubborn demon lowered himself down on the bed - this time more mindful of his condition – and covered his smile behind his arm.

"Oh Glasses!" Satanick choked out, apparently unaware of his son's real thoughts. Not that it mattered for he already had jumped away from the bed, frantically searching around the room for clean bandages.

In a world where that very same Devil was basically venerated... to see him look that hectic and fuzzy was quite entertaining.

Glasses' gaze softened;
Maybe, but just maybe, letting that old man tend to his wounds wasn't going to be that bad.

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