foolishmortal:

satan au: harry hart is actually lucifer incarnate, and lee unwin already sacrificed himself to keep his family safe, so it’s only a matter of time before his son does the same. the apple never falls far from the tree, after all, and harry knows all about apples. 

so he waits and waits till finally he sees his opportunity at a police station where eggsy is trapped in an interrogation room with an aura so deliciously despairing that harry’s mouth fairly waters. 

“i can make this go away,” he tells eggsy, and the charges are reversed with a snap of his fingers. eggsy follows him out slack-jawed and unprotesting, all too easy.

“i can take care of them,” harry offers at the black prince and thrashes all of dean’s men, fulfilling eggsy’s secret long-held desire to do the same, and harry is nothing but his willing instrument. 

“it doesn’t have to be like this,” he informs eggsy and produces an ice-pack for eggsy’s freshly blackened eye while the door slams behind dean’s unsteady gait. 

he wants eggsy to rely on him, to trust him. harry understands more than most about absent father figures.

“you’ll need all the help you can get,” harry suggests, perched on the corner of eggsy’s kingsman bed (he likes the irony of it, and no angelic guardian to oppose him on the other side either), and harry glories in every little concession eggsy gives him, every small favour, every dissolution of moral fiber that brings eggsy’s soul further into harry’s grasp.

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