Fuck this shit is the motto running through the head of this fucker every single day. Nothing really matters, and would anyone really expect him to give a fuck about anything?
This is the devil, my pals.
For a nymph, Satan is rather unusual. First off, he's a cis male; most nymphs are either intersex or female. Then theres the whole horns and hooves thing, which is even more rare. Like there's a superstition surrounding it rare. Anyway, to nymphs his existence is practically a curse. Something about "too much like the divine". Satan doesn't really care. It's almost true anyway.
Where those traits came from isn't a curse though - just genetics. A goat shifter father and a inactive gene passed down from some great-grandparent on his mother's side is the root cause. That shit took ages for Satan to fully figure out. Mom's family really didn't want that shit known. Anyway, the shifter trait is essentially inactive, so no cool turning into goats or anything. Just kinda look like one. (From the feet down - those horns are definitely more ram.)
Satan doesn't know why he falls under the category of death god; the stories nor the humans ever speak of him like that. More like Lord of Hell, Personification of Evil, etc. Well, or revolutionary, the original rebel. The latter is what he actually falls into. But - he was born with the wings, and has the same killing power as all the others, so he is a death god by Underworldian standards. Crazy shit.
My love, my darling, light of my life... I adore talking to him. Even when we disagree, he always makes such reasonable arguements. Sometimes I wish his morals weren't so strong, but well.. he wouldn't be Azrael if that were the case.
He's sooo annoying, and also so grumpy for no reason. I don't get it. He huffs.
He appears to be doing alright as far as I can tell, thankfully. I was so worried when he disappeared - that was right before she had Wolv. Don't know why the fates didn't tell me about the soulbound thing. I wish we talked more, but at this point... That would only happen if things had turned out differently. But as long as he's okay, it's fine.