El recognized him immediately as their eyes met.
"Well, well."
Satan said, smiling brightly at El.
"If it isn't the heaven's traitor."
El didn't smile back.
The air in the white void twisted at the name Satan… as if creation itself remembered the wounds he'd left behind.
"You're not supposed to be here," El said, voice colder than the space around them.
"And yet," Satan said with a lazy shrug, "here I am."
El tilted his head as he observed him.
The man had long burning purple hair that cascaded behind him like waves of rivers.
His eyes of the same colour had a deep ancient power in them.
El sighed. "Why were you inside that abomination?"
Satan didn't reply for a while, instead he slowly sat down in the air like he owned the place.
"Tell me, Ismael." He said, looking at him. "Why do you think I would let go of the chance to become a god?"
That was all that El needed to know.
"So, you were going to take over the body after he became a god?" El said, tilting his head.
