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Obey me Paying Back What's Owned (Pet Version)

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Part 1:

The living room was peaceful, filled with the steady sound of Belphegor’s soft snores. He had curled himself into a tight ball inside his cage, comfortably nestled against the pillow MC had given him.

Suddenly, a commotion from elsewhere in the house jolted him awake. Belphegor's ears twitched in annoyance. "What's with all the noise?" he grumbled; his voice thick with sleep.

Before he could fully process what was happening, the living room burst open, and Mammon, covered head-to-tail in mud, came barreling in.

“Belphie, help! Hide me!” Mammon yelped, darting underneath Belphegor’s cage cover without waiting for a response.

"Hey! Don't do that, you're covered in mud!" Belphegor hissed.

"Shh! Keep it down!" Mammon whispered urgently, trying to squeeze his large form into the small space.

Suddenly, Lucifer's angry voice boomed through the house. "MAMMON!"

This was quickly followed by Leviathan's high-pitched scream. "Where are you? Give me back my figurine!"

Belphegor and Mammon froze, listening as Leviathan's scales scraped against the floor as he slithered past their hiding spot. Once the coast seemed clear, Mammon cautiously emerged from under the cage cover, leaving a trail of mud and dog hair in his wake.

Belphegor fixed him with a flat stare. “That was Lucifer and Levi, wasn’t it?”

Mammon’s ears drooped. “Yeah, you’re right. Listen, MC bought Levi some fancy figurine—ya know, one of those collector’s items he’s always whining about—and I, uh, might have borrowed it… permanently.”

Belphegor snorted, in disbelief. “You stole it, didn’t you?”

Mammon let out a nervous laugh, glancing around as if expecting Lucifer to burst in at any second. “Nah, nah, I just… took it without asking. But Levi was taking too long to open it! It’s been sitting around for days! So, I figured, hey, why not give it a new home, right? It’s not like he’s gonna miss it.”

Belphegor’s tail twitched. “Let me guess… Levi got tired of waiting for you to give it back and finally told Lucifer?”

Mammon winced. “Bingo. And now they’re both after me. Levi’s furious, and Lucifer—well, ya know how he is. He wants to shake me down for every little thing I’ve ever ‘borrowed.’”

Belphegor eyed the mud-streaked dog with a long-suffering sigh. “So you want to hide here until Levi cools down?”

“Exactly!” Mammon perked up, his tail wagging hopefully. “Just until things calm down. Come on, Belphie, please? Just for a little while?”

Belphegor narrowed his eyes. “No.”

Mammon blinked, taken aback. “What? Aw, c’mon, you can’t do that to your big bro!”

“Yes, I can,” Belphegor replied coolly. “I don’t want you messing up my space with your mud and dragging Lucifer and Levi back in here.”

Mammon’s ears drooped, and he put on his best pleading expression. “Please, li’l brother? I’m begging ya here! You know I’ll do anything.”

Despite Mammon’s whining and incessant attempts to guilt him, Belphegor stood firm. “We’re just going in circles,” Mammon muttered after several minutes of fruitless pleading.

Belphegor’s ears twitched, and he tilted his head thoughtfully. “Then let’s start with you.”

Part 2:

“Huh?” Mammon blinked, confused. “What do ya mean?”

“Just return the figurine to Levi,” Belphegor suggested, raising an eyebrow. “That’ll solve everything, won’t it?”

Mammon’s face twisted in discomfort. “I, uh, can’t.”

Belphegor narrowed his eyes. “And why not?”

“Because I don’t have it,” Mammon admitted sheepishly, his tail drooping between his legs.

Belphegor felt his patience slipping. “And why don’t you have it?”

“I, uh… I kinda… buried it in the yard and forgot where,” Mammon mumbled, looking away.

Belphegor stared at him in disbelief. “You buried it?! Why would you do that?!”

“I dunno! It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Mammon said defensively. “Stop asking questions and help your big brother out for once, will ya?”

Belphegor glared at him. “What gives you the right to ask me for help? Especially after you got yourself into this mess.”

“Aw, don’t look so mad,” Mammon said with an awkward grin. “You’re my cute li’l brother, aren’t ya? Besides, I’ve always looked out for ya! I’m a good older brother like that!”

Belphegor’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, really? Name one time you’ve actually looked out for me.”

Mammon opened his mouth, then closed it, looking more and more sheepish as he searched his memory. “Uh… well… I, um…”

As Belphegor was about to dismiss Mammon entirely, a memory suddenly flashed in his mind. It was from when they had first become strays, before Belphegor had been caged...

In the flashback, Lucifer stormed into their hideout, his eyes blazing with fury. Belphegor was curled up, pretending to be asleep.

Part 3:

"Belphegor!" Lucifer neighed angrily. ""How dare you skip the meeting Diavolo arranged!"

Belphegor had kept his eyes shut, pretending to sleep, hoping Lucifer would just leave him alone. But it only made Lucifer angrier.

“I know you’re awake!” Lucifer growled, stomping closer. "And I’m not going to let you get away with it. Get up!”

Before Lucifer could grab him, however, Mammon had stepped in, blocking Lucifer’s path. “Hey, don’t wake him up by force! He’s finally getting some good sleep.”

“Sleep?” Lucifer had snapped, his nostrils flaring. “He’s been doing nothing but sleeping! None of us have the luxury of slacking off!”

“Look, I get it, Lucifer. You’re the oldest, and ya think it’s your job to keep us all in line. But we’re still tryin’ to adjust! This life… it’s hard for all of us, especially for Belphie…”

Belphegor’s eyes cracked open just a bit. Mammon was… defending him?

“He was the closest to Lilith,” Mammon continued softly. “He’s havin’ the toughest time out of all of us. Can’t ya see that?”

Lucifer’s gaze wavered, anger shifting into something more complicated.

“Ya ain’t exactly yourself either, Lucifer,” Mammon added, his tone gentler. “You’re pushin’ yourself too hard. You need a break too.”

Lucifer's anger didn't fully subside, but his stance relaxed slightly. Mammon, seeing an opportunity, gently nudged Lucifer towards the exit. "Come on, let's go find some snacks. We'll deal with this later."

As they left, Belphegor cracked open an eye, watching them go. Silently, he thought, "Thanks, Mammon."

Back in the present, Belphegor blinked, the memory fading. He looked at Mammon, who was still struggling to come up with an example of his good brotherhood. Despite himself, Belphegor felt a twinge of affection for his troublemaking sibling.

Part 4:

As the conversation between Belphegor and Mammon continued, the sound of scales sliding across the floor signaled Leviathan's return. In a flash, Mammon darted behind a nearby bookshelf, his tail just barely hidden from view.

Leviathan slithered into the room, his serpentine eyes narrowed with frustration. "Belphegor," he hissed, "I know you're hiding Mammon. Give him up so Lucifer can shake him down for everything he's ever stolen!"

From his hiding spot, Mammon whimpered quietly, his pleading eyes fixed on Belphegor. For a moment, Belphegor considered his options. Then, to Mammon's horror, he flicked his tail towards the bookshelf. "He's over there."

Leviathan lunged towards the bookshelf, but Belphegor suddenly called out, "Wait!"

Both Leviathan and Mammon froze, surprised by the interruption.

"Give Mammon a bit more time," Belphegor suggested calmly. "And call off Lucifer."

Mammon's tail began to wag excitedly. "Yeah! Listen to Belphie! He's so smart!"

Leviathan tilted his head, confused. "Why are you taking his side?"

Belphegor yawned, stretching lazily in his cage. "Think about it. Mammon doesn't even know where the figurine is. Shaking him down won't get you anywhere and will just tire you and Lucifer out. You hate overexerting yourself, right?"

Leviathan considered this, his forked tongue flicking thoughtfully.

"How about this," Belphegor continued. "Give him a month to find it. If he doesn't, I'll personally help you and Lucifer beat him up."

Mammon's excitement quickly turned to fear. "W-wait a minute!"

Leviathan nodded slowly. "Fine. One month, Mammon. Not a day more."

After Leviathan left, Mammon crawled out from his hiding spot, a mix of relief and anxiety on his face. "Thanks, Belphie! You really saved my tail there!"

Belphegor's eyes narrowed. "Don't thank me yet. You better find that figurine, or I'll make good on my promise to Levi."

Mammon gulped. "But... why did you help me?"

"Let's just say I owed you for that one time," Belphegor replied cryptically. "Now we're even."

"What one time?" Mammon asked, tilting his head in confusion.

Belphegor turned away, curling up in his cage. "Nothing. Forget it."

As Mammon left the room, still puzzled, Belphegor allowed himself a small smile. In his mind, he had repaid Mammon for that one instance of unexpected kindness from their past. They were even now, and Belphegor felt a sense of satisfaction in having settled that long-standing debt.

Chat-I won't lose to you!-2

In another part of the house Asmodeus hopped over to where Satan was lounging on a chair, his fluffy tail twitching with mischief.

Satan lazily opened one eye, regarding the bunny with mild interest. "What is it, Asmo?"

"Out of all our brothers, who would you least want to lose to?" Asmodeus asked, his nose wiggling innocently.

Satan's whiskers twitched. "What a bizarre question," he mused. "What are you planning?"

"Oh, nothing at all!" Asmodeus insisted. "Just idle curiosity, I assure you."

Satan's tail flicked back and forth as he considered. "Well, Lucifer, obviously, I don’t think I need to explain why.” His tail flicked with a hint of irritation at the mere mention of the eldest brother.

Asmodeus was about to respond when Satan’s brow furrowed, and he paused, lost in thought. After a moment of reflection, he tilted his head. “Actually… no, it’s not Lucifer.”

Asmo blinked, surprised. “Really? Who, then?”

Satan’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low growl. “Levi.”

Asmodeus's ears perked up in surprise. "Levi? Really?"

Satan's fur began to bristle as he explained, "Remember when we challenged Levi to that game? The one where the winner would get MC to buy something for them?"

Before Asmo could answer, Satan continued, his voice tight with frustration. "That snake used such underhanded tactics! He won and got his stupid figurine, and I…"

Asmo tried to butt in, realizing the conversation was spiraling. “Uh, hello? Satan? Are you still with me?”

But Satan didn’t hear him. His fur bristled, and his claws flexed in the chair’s fabric as he delved deeper into his grudge. His voice grew louder, now bordering on a rant. “Levi already had the advantage because he knows those games inside and out! He didn’t even need to cheat, but he still resorted to cheap tricks just to win that stupid figurine. A piece of plastic! Meanwhile, I could’ve gotten a limited edition of one of my favorite books, something actually valuable. It’s ridiculous!”

“Satan—” Asmo’s ears drooped as he realized his mistake, but Satan wasn’t stopping.

“And for that,” Satan continued, his voice growing louder with each passing second, “I have undying hatred for him! He had no reason to cheat, but he did it anyway, all for a toy!”

Satan’s tail lashed wildly as his voice took on a theatrical, almost villainous tone. His pupils narrowed into slits as he hissed through clenched teeth. “Next time… next time we play, I’ll make sure he tastes defeat. I’ll crush him so thoroughly he won’t even know what hit him! He’ll beg for mercy, but I’ll show him no quarter!”

Asmodeus, now thoroughly alarmed, tentatively asked, "Satan, are you okay?" He added nervously, "You know, you start talking like a book character when you get mad…"

But Satan didn’t respond. He was far too gone, lost in his rant. His voice grew more and more dramatic, resembling a crazed villain plotting their ultimate revenge. “Levi will regret ever challenging me! When we have our rematch, I’ll make him suffer—he’ll feel the sting of defeat, the crushing weight of despair as I—”

Realizing he had opened a Pandora's box of feline fury, Asmodeus slowly backed away. "I think I'll just… leave you to it," he muttered, hopping off as quickly as his little legs could carry him.

As Asmodeus retreated, he could still hear Satan's increasingly dramatic proclamations of vengeance echoing behind him. The bunny shook his head, his long ears flopping. "Note to self," he thought, "never ask Satan about losing again. It's not good for my nerves… or my hearing."

Meanwhile, Satan’s voice carried through the house, his fury unquenchable. “Next time, Leviathan! Next time, you’ll meet your match!”

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Obey me Careful Not to Eat TOO Much (Pet Version.)

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Part 1:

As MC made their rounds, filling food bowls for their menagerie of pets, Beelzebub's tail wagged with anticipation. The moment his bowl touched the ground, he dove in, eating with his usual gusto.

MC settled at the table with their own breakfast, idly listening to their parents' conversation in the next room.

"Honey, we're both working from home all day today. I don't think we'll have time to cook dinner," MC's mother said with a sigh.

"You're right," their father replied. "Maybe we should order in?"

MC's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but interject. "I could cook dinner!"

Their excited outburst caught everyone's attention, including Beelzebub, who lifted his head from his bowl, ears perked with interest.

MC's parents exchanged hesitant glances. "Sweetie," their mother began, "you've never cooked a real meal before..."

"I promise I'll make something easy!" MC pleaded. Then, with a stroke of genius, they added, "And Beel can help me!"

At the mention of his name, Beelzebub's tail began to wag furiously. He trotted over to MC's side, joining them in giving MC's parents a pleading look. Not to be left out, Mammon scampered over too, adding his own puppy dog eyes to the mix.

Faced with the triple threat of MC, Beelzebub, and Mammon's imploring gazes, MC's parents' resolve crumbled.

"Alright," their father chuckled. "But nothing too complicated, okay?"

MC jumped up, pumping their fist in the air. "Yes! Thank you!" They turned to Beelzebub, who was practically vibrating with excitement. "Did you hear that, Beel? We're going to cook dinner together!"

Beelzebub let out a happy bark, his tail wagging so hard it looked like it might fly off.

As MC's parents left for their home offices, MC knelt down beside Beelzebub. "Okay, big guy. We've got to plan the perfect menu. Something easy, but delicious. What do you think?"

Beelzebub's enthusiastic bark seemed to say, "As long as there's lots of it!"

MC laughed, ruffling Beelzebub's fur. "Don't worry, we'll make plenty. This is going to be so much fun!"

Belphegor, from within his covered cage, seemed to perk up slightly at the commotion. Though he'd never admit it, the prospect of MC's home-cooked meal had piqued his interest too.

That afternoon, the kitchen buzzed with anticipation. MC stood in the center, with Beelzebub at their feet and Belphegor's cage placed on a nearby counter.

"Alright!" MC declared, their eyes shining with excitement. "It's time to get star— Oh no! I forgot my apron!"

As MC dashed out of the kitchen, Belphegor's voice drifted from his cage, curious rather than annoyed. "Why are you so happy to help, Beel?"

Beelzebub's tail wagged as he replied, "They're my snack buddy. I want to help them make enough food for our family."

"Plenty for you, you mean?" Belphegor teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Just then, MC returned, tying their apron with a flourish. "Okay, now we're ready to get started!" They strode to the refrigerator, Beelzebub trotting eagerly at their heels.

Opening both the fridge and freezer, MC asked, "What should we make, Beel?"

Without hesitation, Beelzebub grabbed a package of frozen beef from the freezer, his eyes hopeful.

MC chuckled, knowing exactly what he wanted. "Nice try, big guy. But you know we need something easy and for everyone, not just your favorite cheeseburgers."

Beelzebub's ears drooped slightly as he reluctantly put the beef back.

Scanning the shelves, MC's eyes landed on a jar of Alfredo sauce. "Hey, we have some pasta in the pantry. How about we make Alfredo?"

Beelzebub's tail began wagging again, and he gave an enthusiastic bark of approval.

"Great choice!" MC grinned, pulling out the sauce. "This'll be perfect. Easy to make and everybody loves pasta, right?"

From his cage, Belphegor watched the scene unfold. Though he tried to maintain his disinterested facade, he couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of curiosity about how this cooking adventure would turn out.

MC started gathering ingredients, chattering excitedly to Beelzebub. "Okay, first we need to boil the water for the pasta. Can you grab that big pot for me, Beel?"

As Beelzebub carefully carried the pot in his mouth, MC smiled fondly. "You're such a good helper, Beel. This is going to be the best dinner ever!"

Part 2:

As MC stirred the Alfredo sauce on the stove, Beelzebub let out an eager bark, gesturing towards the pot with his nose.

MC laughed, "Beel, it just got on the stove!"

From his cage, Belphegor echoed the sentiment, "Seriously, Beel? It's barely warm."

Belphegor blinked, surprised to find himself agreeing with MC.

Despite their initial protest, MC couldn't resist Beelzebub's pleading eyes. They dipped a finger into the sauce for a taste. "Mmm, not bad!" Then, to Belphegor's shock, MC grabbed a ladle and offered some to Beelzebub.

Just as Beelzebub was about to lap up the sauce, MC's mom walked in. Her eyes widened in horror. "What on earth are you doing?!"

MC, oblivious to the problem, smiled. "It's okay, Mom. Beel has a tough stomach. Remember when he ate that whole box of chocolates with no effects?"

Their mom pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. "That's not the issue! It's not sanitary to let a dog lick silverware we all use!"

She took the ladle, placed it in the sink, and turned to MC. "You need to be more careful, and firmer with Beel. Okay?"

MC nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Mom. I understand."

After their mom left, MC continued cooking. Each time they turned away from the pot, Beelzebub would sneak a quick taste. MC caught him every time but pretended not to notice, hiding a smile.

Before long, MC realized the pot was half empty. They were about to tell Beelzebub to save the rest when they saw his big, pleading eyes.

"Oh, alright. One last taste," MC relented, letting Beelzebub lick a bit more sauce.

As MC turned to start on the pasta, Beelzebub trotted back to Belphegor's cage, looking very pleased with himself.

Belphegor eyed his brother suspiciously. "Is it really the last time?"

Beelzebub gave a doggy grin that seemed to say, "Of course."

Part 3:

As the delicious aroma of the Alfredo sauce filled the kitchen, MC and Beelzebub shared excited glances, both eagerly anticipating the meal. Belphegor, feeling drowsy from the warm kitchen and comforting smells, decided to take a quick nap.

"Beel," Belphegor mumbled sleepily, "wake me up when it's time for dinner, okay?"

Beelzebub gave a distracted response, his attention firmly fixed on the pot of sauce.

Sometime later, Belphegor stirred, waking on his own. He blinked sleepily, realizing that Beelzebub hadn't woken him as requested.

Soon he heard a commotion outside his cage. Curious, he peeked out from under his cover, only to be met with an unexpected scene.

MC and Beelzebub stood side by side, both with guilty expressions and mouths covered in Alfredo sauce. MC's parents loomed over them, clearly upset.

"We can't believe you ate before dinner!" MC's mother exclaimed. "And letting Beel eat the rest of the food straight from the pot? What were you thinking?"

MC's father shook his head disapprovingly. "This is not how we raised you to behave."

Meanwhile, the other brothers had gathered around Beelzebub, each wearing a look of disappointment.

"Beel, how could you?" Mammon whined. "You got MC in trouble!"

Satan's tail swished in annoyance. "And you ate all the food."

Asmodeus chimed in, "Not to mention how unsanitary that was!"

Leviathan added, "Yeah, now Mc's parents will probably have to order takeout. Again."

MC's parents exchanged a look before turning back to their child. "You're grounded for a week," MC's father declared firmly.

"And you, Beel," Lucifer added, looking at the remorseful St. Bernard, "are forbidden from going into the kitchen or sampling any kind of human food for the foreseeable future."

Beelzebub's ears drooped, and he let out a soft whine of apology.

Belphegor watched the scene unfold, a mix of emotions playing across his face. Part of him wanted to feel smug about the trouble MC had gotten into, but he couldn't ignore the twinge of sympathy he felt for his brother's crestfallen expression.

As the scolding wrapped up and everyone began to disperse, Belphegor retreated further into his cage. He couldn't help but think that if he'd been awake, he might have been able to prevent this disaster. Not that he cared about MC getting in trouble, he told himself firmly. It was just... well, he didn't like seeing Beelzebub so sad.

Part 4:

As the chaos settled, MC's mom turned to her husband with a sigh. "What are we going to do about dinner now?"

MC's dad rubbed his neck, considering. "We could eat out after feeding the other pets," he suggested.

MC perked up, "I could feed-"

"No," their parents said in unison, their tone leaving no room for argument. "You're staying here to clean up this mess," MC's mom added firmly.

With that, MC's parents left the kitchen, the other pets following behind, leaving only MC, Beelzebub, and Belphegor in his cage.

As MC began to clean, shoulders slumped in dejection, Belphegor watched with surprise as Beelzebub approached MC, whining softly and nuzzling their hand.

"It's okay, Beel," MC said, somehow seeming to understand the dog. "I don't blame you. We both got carried away."

Belphegor's eyes widened. How could MC understand Beelzebub so clearly?

MC sighed heavily. "I just wish there was a way to make it up to Mom and Dad."

Suddenly, Beelzebub perked up, tail wagging as he pawed at the freezer. Curious, MC opened it, and Beelzebub immediately grabbed the package of frozen beef.

"Beel, we can't make cheeseburgers for you now," MC started, but then paused, studying Beelzebub's expression. "Wait... do you want me to make burgers as an apology to Mom and Dad?"

Beelzebub nodded enthusiastically, and Belphegor felt his jaw drop. Beelzebub, willing to give up his favorite food?

MC hesitated. "I've never made something that complicated before..."

Beelzebub barked encouragingly, nudging MC's hand.

"Okay," MC said, determination settling over their features. "Let's do this!"

What followed was a whirlwind of activity. MC faced numerous challenges - struggling with the grill, nearly burning the buns, almost oversalting the meat - but each time they faltered, Beelzebub was there with a supportive bark or a gentle nudge.

Likewise, whenever Beelzebub's resolve wavered, his nose twitching at the tantalizing aroma, MC gently reminded him of their goal. "Remember, Beel, this is for Mom and Dad. We can make some for you another time."

All the while, Belphegor watched, fascinated by their teamwork and mutual understanding.

Finally, just as MC's parents returned from ordering takeout, they found a plate of slightly misshapen but appetizing cheeseburgers on the kitchen island, accompanied by a heartfelt apology note.

Confused, they rounded the island, only to find MC and Beelzebub fast asleep on the floor Beel curled around MC-just like when they first met.

As MC's dad moved to carry MC to bed, Beelzebub let out a low, sleepy growl. MC's mom tried next, only to be met with the same response.

Belphegor, watching this unfold, felt a sudden realization wash over him. Beelzebub truly cared for MC, perhaps even more than he did for food. This wasn't just some human feeding him; this was a genuine bond.

As MC's parents resigned themselves to letting the pair sleep, draping a blanket over them instead, Belphegor curled up in his cage, his mind whirling with new understanding. Perhaps there was more to this human than he had initially thought.

Chat-I won't lose to you! 1

The other brothers were contentedly eating their dinner when they overheard MC's parents discussing the unexpected burgers. Curiosity piqued, they began to make their way towards the kitchen to investigate. However, as Mammon trotted towards the door, Asmodeus hopped in front of him.

"Mammon, wait," Asmodeus chirped, his little bunny nose twitching. "I have a question for you."

Mammon tilted his head, albino fur gleaming in the light. "What is it?"

"Out of all the brothers, who would you least want to lose to?" Asmodeus asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Huh? Why d'ya wanna know that?" Mammon barked, suspicious.

Asmodeus shrugged his tiny shoulders. "Just curious."

Mammon thought for a moment, then answered confidently, "Lucifer, of course!"

"Oh?" Asmodeus pressed. "What if you two got into a fight?"

Mammon's tail began to wag as he launched into a rant. "Lucifer's always messin' with me! He's constantly on my case, scoldin' me for every little thing!"

Asmodeus nodded sagely. "Maybe that's how he expresses his love for you. You know, showing he cares by teasing you."

"Ya got it all wrong!" Mammon insisted, shaking his head vigorously. "Lucifer's a sadist! One of these days, I'll make him regret ever messin' with the Great Mammon!"

Suddenly, a deep, menacing voice spoke from behind Mammon. "Is that so?"

Mammon froze, his fur standing on end. He slowly turned to see Lucifer standing there, his equine eyes blazing with anger.

Asmodeus gasped dramatically. "Oh my, I didn't hear Lucifer coming at all!"

Realization dawned on Mammon. "You... you set me up!" he growled at Asmodeus.

The bunny smirked. "Payback for stealing and wearing my favorite accessory, darling."

As Asmodeus hopped away, he called over his shoulder, "Have fun, Mammon!"

Mammon tried to dash after him, barking, "If I'm goin' down, you're comin' with me!" But before he could take more than a few steps, Lucifer's hoof came down, blocking his path.

Mammon gulped, looking up at Lucifer's towering form. The horse's eyes were narrowed, promising swift retribution. Mammon's ears flattened against his head as he realized just how much trouble he was in.

"Now then, Mammon," Lucifer said, his voice dangerously calm. "What was that you were saying about making me regret messing with you?"

Mammon let out a whimper, desperately wishing he could take back his words. As Lucifer began to lecture him, Mammon couldn't help but think that sometimes, being a dog wasn't all it was cracked up to be - especially when you had brothers like his.

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Obey me In search of a smile (Pet Version)

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Part 1:

A week had passed since the mud incident, and MC had nearly completed the new scrapbook. However, one crucial photo was still missing: the very first picture they had taken with all their beloved pets. The absence of this treasured memento had driven MC into a frenzy.

The living room had become a disaster zone. MC was tearing through drawers and cushions, shouting "Where is it?! WHERE IS IT?!!" at the top of their lungs.

Mammon and Beelzebub, caught up in their owner's urgency, were also wreaking havoc, upending furniture and scattering papers everywhere in their enthusiastic search.

MC's friend, watching this chaos unfold with growing alarm, turned to Lucifer with a pleading look. "What should we do?"

Lucifer, maintaining his usual composure, simply turned and walked out of the living room, leaving MC's friend even more bewildered.

"Maybe we should all calm down a bit?" MC's friend suggested nervously.

This earned them simultaneous glares from both MC and Mammon.

"Calm down?!" MC exclaimed. "This is no time to calm down!" They spun to face Mammon and Beelzebub. "You two, search the rest of the house!"

The dogs gave what could only be described as salutes before bounding off to different rooms. Moments later, the sounds of crashes echoed through the house.

Despite MC's friend's protests, the destructive search continued for several more minutes. Just as it seemed the entire house might be turned upside down, Lucifer returned, Leviathan slithering alongside him. In Lucifer's mouth was the missing photo.

MC's eyes lit up as Lucifer gently deposited the picture into their hands. "You found it! Mammon! Beel! Come back, we've got it!"

The two dogs came bounding back into the living room, tails wagging excitedly as they crowded around MC to look at the recovered photo. All three were beaming with joy and relief.

However, their celebration was short-lived. They looked up to find Lucifer and MC's friend fixing them with stern glares, eyebrows raised in matching expressions of disapproval.

"What's wrong?" MC asked, still clutching the photo happily.

MC's friend gestured around the room with an exasperated sigh. "Maybe take a look at the state of the living room?"

For the first time since their frantic search began, MC, Mammon, and Beelzebub truly took in their surroundings. The room looked as if a small tornado had torn through it. Cushions were strewn about, books and magazines littered the floor, and a lamp teetered precariously on the edge of an overturned side table.

MC's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Oh... we might have gone a little overboard," they admitted sheepishly. Mammon and Beelzebub whined in agreement, their ears drooping slightly.

Lucifer and MC's friend rolled their eyes in perfect unison, a mix of frustration and fondness in their expressions.

As the reality of the cleanup ahead sank in, MC couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess we know what we're doing for the rest of the day. Who's up for a tidying party?"

Mammon and Beelzebub's tails began to wag tentatively, always eager to please despite the mess they'd helped create. Lucifer snorted, shaking his mane in what seemed to be a resigned "what am I going to do with you all" gesture.

Part 2:

The next day, MC and their friend were lounging on the living room floor, flipping through the newly completed scrapbook. The brothers, except for Lucifer and Belphegor, were scattered around them, peering at the photos with interest.

As they turned the pages, MC's friend suddenly noticed something odd. "Hey, I just realized... there aren't any clear pictures of Belphegor. His cage is always cut out or obscured somehow."

MC nodded, a slight frown creasing their brow. "Yeah, it's pretty hard to get the whole cage in a photo. The store owner never told us what kind of animal Belphegor is, and we're still not allowed to open his cage or remove the cover."

Their friend's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You mean you don't even know what kind of animal he is?"

MC shook their head, their expression a mix of frustration and concern.

As they continued flipping through the pages, MC's friend pointed to a photo. "Oh, here's a good one of you and Belphegor. You're reading manga to him, right?"

The photo showed MC sitting next to Belphegor's covered cage, an open manga in their hands. But instead of bringing a smile to MC's face, the picture only made them sigh heavily.

Noticing MC's reaction, their friend asked gently, "What's wrong?"

MC bit their lip, their eyes fixed on the photo. "I... I feel like Belphegor doesn't like me," they admitted softly. Beelzebub, hearing this, let out a worried whine.

"At first, he used to make these little sighs that sounded happy, you know? I thought we were bonding. But a few days after I adopted everyone, something changed. It was like I suddenly got this vibe from him that he didn't want anything to do with me."

MC's fingers traced the outline of the cage in the photo. "I tried reading him funny manga to cheer him up, but... nothing worked."

Their friend tried to reassure them. "Maybe you shouldn't worry about it so much. I'm sure he'll come around eventually."

But MC just stared at the picture, their voice quiet but determined. "Belphegor is a member of our family. I don't care what kind of animal he is. I just want him to be happy."

Just then, the sound of a bus pulling up outside caught their attention. MC and their friend quickly gathered their school things, heading out the door with hurried goodbyes to the pets.

Part 3:

The brothers gathered around the scrapbook, their expressions a mix of concern and contemplation.

Asmodeus sighed dramatically, "It's such a shame. Belphie does have a nice smile - second only to mine, of course - but he never shows it anymore."

Beelzebub's ears drooped slightly. "I can't remember the last time I sensed Belphie being happy. And every time MC's in the same room with him, he just gets... annoyed."

Leviathan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I was there when MC was reading manga to him. I sat there for hours, hoping to sense even a little happiness from him."

"In the end," Mammon chimed in, "MC read through every last volume, and Belphie didn't seem to enjoy it one bit."

Satan, ever the observant one, added, "I'm not that surprised. Even when he was out of the cage, he never held a smile for long."

The others murmured in agreement, the atmosphere growing heavier with shared concern.

Beelzebub's tail swished anxiously. "I would really like to see Belphie smile again."

Satan's eyes gleamed with determination. "Then it's settled. We're going to find a way to force a smile out of him and get a picture for MC."

Later that day, the brothers put their plan into action. Leviathan approached Belphegor's cage first, holding a limited edition figurine. "Hey Belphie, I got you this rare collectible!"

Belphegor's voice came muffled from the cage. "Not interested."

Next, Mammon tried his luck with a shiny new wallet. "Look, Belphie! It's got lots of pockets for... uh... whatever you keep in wallets!"

"No thanks," came the flat reply.

Asmodeus flounced up with a selection of beauty products. "Darling, I've brought you the most exquisite fur care routine!"

"Pass," Belphegor grumbled.

Frustrated by their failed attempts, Mammon blurted out, "Come on, Belphie! We're just trying to get you to smile for a picture for MC!"

Leviathan and Asmodeus shot Mammon exasperated looks, their plan now exposed.

From within the cage, Belphegor's voice took on an angry edge. "So that's what this is about? You're trying to manipulate me into pretending to be happy for that human's sake?"

The brothers exchanged worried glances, realizing their well-intentioned plan had backfired. Belphegor's discontent seemed to have only intensified, leaving them at a loss for what to do next.

Beelzebub, always the most sensitive to his twin's moods, approached the cage cautiously. "Belphie, we just want you to be happy. We thought maybe if you smiled, even a little..."

"I don't need to smile for anyone, especially not for that human," Belphegor interrupted sharply. "Just leave me alone."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense. Satan, ever the strategist, realized they needed to regroup. "Come on, everyone. Let's give him some space."

As they moved away from the cage, the brothers shared concerned looks. They had hoped to bridge the gap between Belphegor and MC, but it seemed they had only widened it.

Part 4:

Some time later, Beelzebub returned to Belphegor's cage, a peace offering of treats in tow.

"Belphie?" he called softly. "I brought you some of my favorite snacks. Want to hang out for a bit?"

After a moment of silence, Belphegor replied with a reluctant, "Fine."

As they shared the treats, Beelzebub decided to try one more time. "Hey, Belphie... do you think you could smile? Just once?"

Belphegor's response was immediate and firm. "No."

"But it would make MC happy..." Beelzebub started, only to be cut off by Belphegor's sudden outburst.

"Why should I care about making them happy?" Belphegor snapped. His voice turned cold as he continued, "That human is lucky I'm caged up. Otherwise, I would've hurt them from day one."

Beelzebub recoiled, shocked by the venom in his twin's words. "Belphie, you can't mean that..."

"I do mean it," Belphegor insisted. "You can't hate humans forever," Beelzebub tried to reason.

"I can!" Belphegor yelled, his anger palpable even through the cage. "They're all the same!"

Beelzebub shook his head firmly. "You're wrong, Belphie. MC is different, and deep down, you know it."

"How could you possibly know that?" Belphegor scoffed.

"Because," Beelzebub said gently, "you still have the pillow MC gave you. You could have rejected it, but you accepted it and kept it."

There was a long pause, the silence heavy between them. Finally, Belphegor spoke, his voice quieter but still hard. "The only reason I keep it is because it keeps me warm at night. Nothing more."

Beelzebub's ears drooped, sensing the finality in his brother's tone.

"Just... leave me alone, Beel," Belphegor said, sounding tired.

With a heavy heart, Beelzebub complied, padding away from the cage.

After Beelzebub shared what happened, Satan's tail twitched with determination. "That's it. The only way to make Belphie smile is by force. We'll ambush him while he's sleeping."

Mammon scratched his ear. "I dunno, Satan. That seems kinda... extreme?"

"Do you have a better idea?" Satan retorted.

Asmodeus fluffed his fur. "Well, I suppose if it's for a good cause..."

Later that night, they crept towards Belphegor's cage. Satan carefully pulled back the cage cover while Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Mammon wielded feather dusters, ready to tickle their brother into submission. Leviathan held a phone in his tail, prepared to capture the elusive smile.

"Ready?" Satan whispered. "On three. One... two... three!"

At first, their plan seemed to be working. Belphegor stirred, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. But suddenly, he started banging on the cage walls.

Mammon yelped, "Uh oh, this ain't good!"

MC's parents rushed in. "What on earth is going on here?"

Misunderstanding the situation, MC's parents quickly intervened, separating the brothers and taking them away from Belphegor's cage. The plan had backfired spectacularly.

The next day, Beelzebub noticed MC returning from school and picking up Belphegor's cage. Curious and concerned, the brothers (except for Lucifer) decided to follow MC.

They trailed MC to the library, watching from hidden spots as MC approached the checkout desk. To their surprise, MC was borrowing a new volume of the joke manga they had read to Belphegor before.

As they eavesdropped, they overheard the librarian informing MC that the manga series was getting a spin-off. To their astonishment, they sensed a smile from Belphegor. The realization dawned on them – Belphegor had enjoyed the manga all along; he had just pretended not to like it.

Overcome with excitement, Leviathan burst out of his hiding spot, phone at the ready to capture the moment. Satan hissed a warning, but it was too late.

Belphegor, noticing his brothers, immediately stopped smiling. In a low, irritated whisper that only his siblings could hear, he said, "You're not getting me to smile. Give it up."

The brothers exchanged frustrated glances, realizing their chance had slipped away. They had come so close to seeing Belphegor genuinely happy, only to have the moment shattered by their own eagerness.

Chat- sleepless nights:

As night fell, Belphegor tossed and turned in his cage, unable to find comfort. The chill of the night air seeped through the bars, and he reached for the pillow MC had given him, only to find it missing.

Panic rose in his chest as he whispered to himself, "Where is it? Where did it fall?"

His ears perked up at the sound of MC's footsteps approaching.

"Belphegor?" MC called softly. "I found your pillow near the door. I didn't want you to be cold."

MC gently placed the pillow near the cage, but to their surprise, Belphegor turned away from it.

In his mind, Belphegor battled with himself. 'I don't want anything to do with that human. The pillow being gone shouldn't bother me so much.'

MC let out a sad sigh. "You don't even want the pillow anymore, do you?" Their voice trembled slightly. "I'm sorry, Belphegor. I'm sorry for trying to force us to bond. If... if leaving you alone will make you happy, I'll do it."

As MC turned to leave, the sound of fabric dragging across the floor made them pause. A contented sigh followed.

"Good night, Belphegor," MC said, glancing back. Their eyes widened in shock as they caught a glimpse of a small smile peeking out from beneath the cage cover.

MC's face lit up with a warm smile of their own. "I'll read the new book to you tomorrow, okay?"

Another soft sigh drifted from the cage, almost like a reply.

As MC's footsteps faded away, Belphegor snuggled into the pillow, his mind whirling with conflicting thoughts.

'Humans become happy over the weirdest things,' he mused. But then, a new thought crept in, one that surprised even him. 'But making MC smile this one time... it wasn't so bad.'

The night settled around him, and for the first time in a long while, Belphegor drifted off to sleep with a hint of warmth in his heart that had nothing to do with the pillow.

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Description/Prologue

Main story:

Lesson 1- TBA

Cards:

The Glory Days

In search of a smile

Careful Not to Eat TOO Much.

Paying Back What’s Owed

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Obey me The Glory Days (Pet Version)

This is based off the Card Story!!

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Part 1:

A few months had passed since MC had brought their unique menagerie of pets home. The once-empty backyard now bustled with life, filled with the sounds of barking, meowing, and the occasional whinny from Lucifer's new horse trailer.

On a pleasant afternoon, MC sat on the porch with their friend, surrounded by a sea of photographs. They were in the process of creating a scrapbook to document their adventures with their new animal family.

"Look at this one!" MC exclaimed, holding up a picture of Mammon chasing his tail. "Isn't he adorable?"

Their friend laughed, sorting through another pile of photos. "They're all so photogenic. It's like they know when you're taking a picture."

As they continued working, MC's friend glanced towards Lucifer's trailer. Their eyes widened in surprise as they noticed something unusual.

"Hey, MC," they said, pointing towards the trailer. "Is Lucifer... talking to someone in there?"

MC looked up, following their friend's gaze. Through the trailer's window, they could see Lucifer's dark form, his head bent as if in conversation. Beside him was a smaller figure – a young, red cat that seemed about the age of the colt in cat years.

"Oh, that's Diavolo," MC said casually, returning to their scrapbooking. "He's Lucifer's friend."

Their friend blinked in confusion. "Diavolo? I don't remember you mentioning him before. When did you get another cat?"

MC paused, realizing they hadn't explained about Diavolo before. "Well, it's kind of a funny story. I didn't really 'get' him. One day, not long after we brought everyone home, Diavolo just showed up at our house. It was like he and Lucifer already knew each other."

"That's... strange," their friend said, eyebrows raised. "And your parents were okay with another pet?"

MC shrugged, a slight smile playing on their lips. "Diavolo isn't really our pet. He comes and goes as he pleases. But he and Lucifer are close, so he visits often. Sometimes I think they're having very serious conversations, but maybe that's just my imagination."

Their friend looked back at the trailer, where Lucifer and Diavolo seemed deep in discussion. "I've never seen animals act quite like that before. It's almost as if..."

They trailed off, shaking their head as if dismissing a silly thought. MC, however, had a knowing glint in their eye, as if they were privy to a secret that no one else could quite grasp.

"Sometimes," MC said softly, "I think there's more to them than meets the eye. But that's what makes them special, don't you think?"

Diavolo's ears perked up as he overheard MC and their friend talking about how he and Lucifer met. He turned to Lucifer, his eyes gleaming with nostalgia.

"Say, Lucifer, do you remember when we first met?" Diavolo asked, his tail swishing gently.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in his expression. "As if I could ever forget. Why do you bring it up?"

"Oh, just feeling a bit nostalgic, I suppose," Diavolo replied, settling down comfortably. "Hearing MC talk about it made me want to reminisce. Come on, think back with me."

Diavolo's mind drifted to that fateful night. "I was walking back to my hideout near the town college when shooting stars began to fall. It was such a spectacular sight that I couldn't resist going to the park for a better view. That's when I saw you at the top of the hill."

Lucifer snorted softly, the memory flooding back. "Ah yes, and then I galloped down that muddy hill. My former owner had dressed me in those ridiculously expensive accessories, and I was terribly uncomfortable. The mud certainly didn't help matters."

Diavolo chuckled. "Oh, I remember that! You were quite a sight, all muddy and annoyed. You even complained about the soil quality!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you guys improved the soil quality," Lucifer muttered, mimicking his past self.

"I was laughing so hard, I didn't even hear you," Diavolo admitted, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"You certainly made an impression," Lucifer continued. "I was taken aback when you asked if I was lost. I brushed you off, of course."

Lucifer's tone softened. "I apologize for that. Even though I was indeed lost, I felt I couldn't trust a stray like you. Asking for help seemed beneath me at the time."

Diavolo nodded understandingly. "I remember how you tried to test me, attempting to provoke me into anger. But no matter what you did, it never worked."

"Yes, that was quite confusing," Lucifer admitted. "I couldn't understand why you remained so... cheerful."

Diavolo's whiskers twitched in a cat-like smile. "I was just really happy about making a new friend, even if you didn't see it that way at first."

Lucifer shook his mane slightly, a gesture almost like a human's nod. "And that's how you ended up leading me to your hideout."

Part 2:

The memory unfolded like a vivid scene before Lucifer and Diavolo's eyes...

Lucifer stepped cautiously into Diavolo's hideout, his hooves clopping on the makeshift floor. The space was surprisingly cozy for a stray's dwelling, with various scavenged items creating a homey atmosphere.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Diavolo announced cheerfully, his tail held high.

From a shadowy corner, a small bat descended, landing gracefully on a nearby perch. This was Barbatos, Diavolo's loyal companion.

Barbatos's keen eyes immediately noticed Lucifer's mud-caked accessories. "Those look quite uncomfortable," he observed. "Perhaps I could assist in cleaning them?"

Before Lucifer could respond, Diavolo nodded enthusiastically. "Excellent idea, Barbatos!"

"Now wait just a moment—" Lucifer began, but Barbatos was already deftly removing the muddy items with surprising skill for a bat.

Diavolo circled Lucifer, admiring his natural appearance. "You look much more comfortable without all that finery."

Lucifer tossed his mane, conflicted. While he did feel more at ease without the accessories, he wasn't about to admit it. "I feel exposed," he sniffed, attempting to sound insulted. "This is highly improper."

But Diavolo's friendly demeanor remained unshaken. "I understand it might feel strange, but please tolerate it for a little while. It won't take long to clean your things."

Lucifer's temper flared at Diavolo's unwavering pleasantness. "I demand you return my belongings at once!" he neighed indignantly.

Diavolo's expression turned thoughtful. "Consider this, Lucifer. Wouldn't it be better to return to your owner looking your absolute best? Clean and polished accessories would surely make a better impression than muddy ones."

Lucifer paused, his ears twitching as he processed Diavolo's words. As much as he hated to admit it, the red cat had a point. With a heavy sigh, he relented. "Fine. But," he added, turning to Barbatos, "don't you dare damage them further. They're worth more than this entire... hideout."

Barbatos bowed his head slightly. "I assure you, they will be handled with the utmost care. You have my word."

As Barbatos fluttered away with the accessories, Lucifer couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Annoyance at his current situation, yes, but also a grudging curiosity about these strange animals who had welcomed him so readily.

Little did he know, this encounter would be the beginning of a friendship that would change his life forever.

Part 3:

The scene continued to unfold in their shared memory...

Diavolo, his tail swishing with excitement, finally had the chance to properly introduce himself to Lucifer. "I'm Diavolo, and as you can see, we're near the town college. It's a fantastic location - we can actually listen in on the lessons!"

Lucifer snorted derisively. "Laughable. What could strays, or any animals for that matter, possibly need to learn from a human institution?"

Despite Lucifer's disdainful tone, Diavolo's friendly demeanor never wavered. He continued explaining the benefits of their location, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. Lucifer, for his part, kept interjecting with insults and skeptical remarks, but they seemed to roll off Diavolo like water off a duck's back.

As they talked, Barbatos returned, somehow managing to balance a tray of drinks and cake slices he'd procured from the college cafeteria. Lucifer eyed the offerings suspiciously, determined to find fault. But as he reluctantly sampled the food, he had to admit - if only to himself - that it was surprisingly good.

Diavolo watched Lucifer with barely contained joy, clearly thrilled to be spending time with him. This only served to increase Lucifer's confusion and irritation.

"Why exactly have you brought me here?" Lucifer asked brusquely, his patience wearing thin.

Diavolo's expression turned serious, though his eyes still sparkled with warmth. "I brought you here because I have a dream, Lucifer. A dream of a world where animals - strays and pets alike - and humans can truly understand each other and come together in harmony."

Lucifer's ears perked up in surprise. He found himself pondering Diavolo's words. 'If such a thing were possible, why hasn't anyone back home ever considered it?' he thought. A seed of doubt crept into his mind. 'Is Diavolo trying to deceive me? But to what end?'

Before Lucifer could voice any of these thoughts, Barbatos fluttered down beside them. "It's time," he announced cryptically.

Lucifer's brow furrowed. "Time for what, exactly?"

Diavolo stood, stretching in a very cat-like manner. "You'll see," he said with a mysterious smile. "Come with us, Lucifer. I promise, you won't regret it."

As they prepared to leave the hideout, Lucifer found himself torn between his ingrained skepticism and a growing curiosity. Despite his best efforts to remain aloof, he couldn't deny that Diavolo's passion was infectious. Whatever was about to happen, Lucifer realized he was, against all odds, looking forward to it.

Part 4:

Lucifer found himself in the college courtyard, surrounded by a diverse group of stray animals. Initially hesitant, he was surprised to find that the strays didn't judge him for his pedigree or former lifestyle. As he engaged in conversation, he grudgingly admitted to Barbatos, "This... isn't entirely unpleasant."

From the corner of his eye, Lucifer noticed Diavolo talking to a young stray dog, barely three years old. He watched, intrigued, as Diavolo gently directed the pup towards a nearby animal shelter. The care and consideration in Diavolo's actions didn't go unnoticed.

The next day, Diavolo accompanied Lucifer on his journey home. To the cat's surprise, Lucifer offered a compliment. "What you did last night... it was admirable."

Diavolo's eyes widened, but he quickly recovered, his tail swishing happily. As they walked, they discussed Diavolo's dream further. Though Lucifer still expressed skepticism, there was a newfound respect in his tone.

As they traveled, Lucifer began to recognize landmarks, but something felt off. "Have you been leading me a different way this entire time?" he asked, realization dawning.

Diavolo simply smiled mysteriously in response.

When they finally reached Lucifer's home, the horse turned to the cat. "I suppose... it wouldn't be terrible if we were to meet again," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Back in the present, Diavolo's eyes gleamed with the memory. "I still remember it as if it were yesterday," he mused. "You had such a beautiful spirit, Lucifer, even if you tried to hide it."

Lucifer snorted softly, a mix of embarrassment and fondness in his expression. His attention suddenly shifted as he caught sight of something outside the trailer. "Speaking of spirit," he said dryly, "I believe I need to show some of that to Mammon. He seems to have buried my brush again."

Indeed, outside the trailer, Mammon was cornered, his tail between his legs as he faced Lucifer's stern gaze.

"Come on!" He yelled annoyed despite his fear. "How many times do I got to tell you it was an accident?!"

Despite the dog's pleas and complaints, it was clear he was in for a lecture.

Diavolo chuckled, watching the scene unfold. "Some things never change, do they?" he said, his tone affectionate.

Lucifer sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "No, they certainly don't. But perhaps that's not entirely a bad thing."

After story Aka the chat the came with the card:

Comfort from the oldest brother:

As Diavolo made his exit, Mammon saw his chance and bolted towards the house. MC, who had been chasing after a stray photo carried by the wind, didn't see the dog coming. In a moment of chaos, MC tripped over Mammon, sending them both tumbling. The photo and the carefully crafted scrapbook landed in a nearby mud puddle with a disappointing splat.

Lucifer, witnessing the commotion, trotted over quickly. He gently nudged MC with his nose, helping them to their feet. MC patted Lucifer's neck gratefully, then looked forlornly at the mud-soaked scrapbook and photo.

"Thanks, Lucifer," MC said, sighing playfully but with a hint of genuine disappointment. "Looks like we'll have to print out new photos and start all over."

Sensing MC's distress, Lucifer guided them towards his trailer. Once inside, he positioned himself so MC could lean against his warm flank. The comfort of Lucifer's presence seemed to soothe MC's frustration, and they spent a few quiet moments together, MC's hand absently stroking Lucifer's mane.

After a while, MC's spirits lifted. They stood up, determination replacing disappointment. "Alright, time to find Mammon. He's definitely earned himself a bath before we start on the new scrapbook."

As if summoned by the word "bath," Mammon appeared, trying to slink past unnoticed. MC quickly scooped him up, ignoring his squirming and protests. "Come on, you muddy pup. Bath time!"

Mammon's whines and MC's gentle laughter faded as they headed towards the house. Lucifer watched them go, an amused gleam in his eye. As he turned back to the trailer, something caught his attention - the photo MC had been chasing.

Lucifer leaned down, examining the mud-splattered image. Despite the dirt, he could clearly make out the picture: it was of MC and himself, taken not long after MC had adopted them all. MC's arm was draped over his neck, both looking happy and content.

A warm feeling spread through Lucifer's chest as he gazed at the photo. His lips curled into what could only be described as a smile - an expression rarely seen on the usually stern horse.

In that moment, watching MC head to the house with a struggling Mammon, and looking at this cherished photo, Lucifer felt a deep sense of belonging. This odd, chaotic, loving family was his home now, and despite all his initial resistance, he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Obey me new pet Au description and Prolouge.

About the Au

Okay so I got this Idea while watching Wonderful Precure and the clifford movie. I thought it would be cool to do a new type of pet au where the boys are animals that turn into humans.

Long ago animals and humans lived in harmony. Humans loved animals and took care of them. Animals loved humans back and swore to protect them. But soon the two sides wanted more; they wanted to understand and talk to each other. Luckily a spirit heard their prayers and gave animals the ability to talk and transform into humans and the gift of magic so they can protect the humans they love. But one day arguments rose between the creatures, fights broke out between the animals mostly the ones owned by aristocrats and the strays about who deserves the power more and the spirit punished them by taking away their gift but for the first time in years animals are gaining the ability again and because of that the world is changing in small ways.

How do you think the story would change if the brothers were animals that the main character adopted and took care of since they were a kid and one day they gain the ability to turn into humans with powers and they figure out Diavolo (a stray that visited them a lot) is also the head student council officer at MC's school. He tells them that for the first time in history animals are gaining the power they lost long ago, and the world is changing because of it. So, he asks them to live in the private school dorm for a year. The brothers will be enrolled in school and have to get used to being human and take special lessons every day to control their powers and Mc will be there to help them.

Prologues below:

The rain was pouring down around ten-year-old MC as they were running to make it home. As they cut through the park, a whimper pierced the air. They stopped mid-run, ears pricked, and followed the sound to a bench. There, under the bench shivering and whimpering, was a tiny, albino golden retriever puppy. His fur was matted, and a nasty gash marred his hind leg.

"Are you okay?" MC asked, reaching out for him. Unfortunately, the puppy saw this as a threat and bit their hand. MC pulled their hand back, wincing. They were about to leave, but took one more look at the puppy. That's when they saw his look—a look that somehow MC just knew meant, "I'm sorry, please don't leave me here."

MC took a deep breath and stretched out their hand once more, but this time they waited for the puppy to come to them. The puppy hesitated, eyes wide with fear, but eventually inched closer, sniffing MC's hand. Slowly, he nudged their fingers with his nose, a tentative sign of trust.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you," MC whispered softly, moving slowly to pet the puppy's head. The puppy flinched at first but then relaxed into the gentle touch.

Gathering her courage, MC gently scooped up the puppy, careful to avoid his injured leg. He let out a small whimper but didn't struggle. Holding him close to their chest to shield him from the rain, they hurried, determined to help this little one. They ran through the park and back into the city but after a while they realized they didn't know where they were... Suddenly they felt a rush of wind in the air. They turned to see a weirdly decorated pet shop with lights still on.

"...Was this always here?" MC asked, nervous. Another whine broke them out of their thoughts. They looked down to see the puppy nudging his head towards the pet shop. With no other options, MC walked up to the door.

Just as they approached, the door swung open, and a tall, enigmatic figure emerged. The shop owner's eyes twinkled as they spotted MC and the puppy.

"Ah, you've found our little escapee! Thank you for bringing him back," the shop owner said with a warm smile.

Confused, MC looked down at the puppy, then back at the shop owner. "Oh! He's yours?"

"In a manner of speaking," the shop owner replied mysteriously. "Please, come in. I'm sure you have questions."

Intrigued, MC followed the shop owner into the store. Their eyes widened in wonder as they took in the sight of various animals: a majestic horse with a glossy black coat, a vibrant blue snake coiled on a branch, a sleek golden blond cat grooming itself, a fluffy white and pink bunny hopping about, and a large, friendly-looking St. Bernard wagging its tail.

The shop owner introduced each animal in turn: Lucifer the horse, Leviathan the snake, Satan the cat, Asmodeus the bunny, and Beelzebub the St. Bernard. "And the little one you're holding is Mammon," they added, gently scratching behind the puppy's ears. The shop owner then took mammon from them and started bandaging his leg.

MC's brow furrowed in confusion. "They have such unusual names... And you said they're brothers?"

The shop owner nodded, explaining that the animals had been together for so long that they were like family. "Beelzebub and Belphegor are even twins, born on the same day at the same time."

MC looked around, puzzled. "Belphegor?"

The shop owner gestured to a covered cage in the corner of the room. "Can I see him?"

"No" The shop owner said strictly before relaxing. "He's a bit shy. Now, would you like to get to know them better?"

Excited by the prospect, MC eagerly agreed (I've always wanted a pet!). Over the next week, the store owner would deliver the pets to Mc's house so they could spend one on time with them and at the of the end of the week Mc could decide which one to adopt.

Mammon:

The golden retriever puppy's tail wagged furiously as he chased after the ball MC had thrown his newly bandaged leg doing nothing to slow him down. His albino fur gleamed in the afternoon sun, a stark contrast to the lush green grass of the backyard.

"Good boy, Mammon!" MC laughed as the puppy bounded back, dropping the slobbery ball at their feet. They reached down to ruffle his ears, and Mammon responded with an enthusiastic lick to their hand.

The day passed in a blur of fetch, tug-of-war, and belly rubs. As evening approached, MC flopped onto the living room couch, exhausted but happy. Mammon curled up at their feet, his eyes a gradient of cobalt blue and yellow drooping with contentment.

"MC! Have you seen my necklace?" Mom's voice rang out from upstairs. "I can't find it anywhere!"

Before MC could respond, Dad joined in. "My cufflinks are missing too. That's odd..."

A sinking feeling settled in MC's stomach as they noticed Mammon slink away, crawling under the couch. They peered underneath, meeting the puppy's guilty gaze.

"MC, did you take our jewelry to play dress-up again?" Mom asked, entering the living room with Dad close behind.

"No, I didn't," MC replied, their mind racing.

Dad's eyes narrowed as he spotted Mammon's tail poking out from under the couch. "I bet it was that dog. He probably thought they were chew toys."

"Let's check," Mom said, lifting the couch skirt.

Sure enough, there lay a small pile of glittering jewelry. Mom gasped, quickly gathering her necklace and Dad's cufflinks.

"That's it," Dad declared, his face stern. "We can't keep a dog that steals. He'll have to go back to the shop tomorrow."

"No!" MC cried out, throwing their arms around Mammon as he crawled out from his hiding spot, whimpering. "It's not his fault! He... he probably just thought they were pretty. He didn't mean any harm!"

"But MC," Mom began, her voice softening at the sight of her child's tears.

"Please," MC begged, hugging Mammon tighter. "I'll teach him it's wrong. I'll take responsibility. Just give him another chance!"

Mom and Dad exchanged a long look. Finally, Dad sighed. "Alright, one more chance. But you have to keep a close eye on him, understand?"

MC nodded vigorously, relief washing over them. As their parents left the room, they felt Mammon's wet nose press against their cheek. Looking into his eyes, MC saw a new depth of trust and affection.

"Don't worry, Mammon," they whispered, hugging him close. "I'll always be here for you."

Mammon's tail wagged slowly, and in that moment, a bond was formed that would last a lifetime – and beyond.

Levi:

MC peered into the glass terrarium, their nose almost touching the surface. Inside, coiled tightly around a branch, was Leviathan, his vibrant blue scales glinting under the heat lamp.

"Come on, Levi," MC coaxed, tapping gently on the glass. "Don't you want to come out and play?"

The snake didn't even flick his tongue in response.

MC tried everything they could think of. They dangled a toy mouse in front of the terrarium, attempted to lure Levi out with treats, and even tried to reach in and scoop him up. But Leviathan remained stubbornly coiled, his eyes barely open.

Sighing in defeat, MC slumped down next to the terrarium. "Fine," they muttered, pulling out their laptop. "If you won't play with me, I'll just have to entertain myself."

They opened up Tetris, their favorite game. As the familiar music filled the room, MC began to play, their fingers flying over the keyboard as they stacked blocks and cleared lines.

Every so often, MC glanced at Leviathan. To their surprise, the snake's head was now raised, his beady eyes fixed on the colorful blocks falling on the screen.

"Oh, you like this, huh?" MC grinned, turning the laptop slightly so Levi had a better view. They played for hours, occasionally chatting to Levi about their strategies or groaning dramatically when they made a mistake.

As the sun began to set, MC's eyes grew heavy. "Just... one more game," they yawned, but before they could start, they drifted off to sleep, the laptop still open beside the terrarium.

The next morning, MC woke with a start. They had a moment of panic when they realized they'd fallen asleep in Levi's room, but then their eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before them.

The terrarium door was open, and draped across their laptop keyboard was Leviathan. The screen showed the Tetris high score table, and at the top was a new name: "LEVIATHAN."

"No way," MC breathed, leaning in for a closer look. They must be dreaming. Snakes couldn't play video games... could they?

As if sensing their presence, Leviathan's head rose. He flicked his tongue out, almost seeming to smile, before slithering back into his terrarium.

MC sat there, stunned, staring at the high score and then at Leviathan, who had resumed his usual coiled position as if nothing had happened.

"Levi," MC said slowly, a grin spreading across their face, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

From that day on, MC made sure to bring their laptop whenever they visited Leviathan. They might not be able to handle him or take him out to play, but they had found a unique way to bond – through the pixelated world of video games.

Beelzebub:

MC stood in the kitchen, watching the massive St. Bernard with concern. Beelzebub lay in the corner, his big brown eyes sad and unfocused. His food bowl remained untouched.

"Poor Beel," MC murmured, recalling the pet shop owner's words. "He misses his twin."

Throughout the day, MC tried everything to cheer up Beelzebub. They offered him treats, attempted to engage him in play with squeaky toys, and even tried to coax him out for a walk. But Beel remained listless, only raising his head occasionally to let out a soft whine.

As evening fell, MC's parents gently suggested it might be best to return Beelzebub to the shop. "He seems so unhappy here," Mom said softly. "Maybe he needs to be with his brother."

MC nodded reluctantly, their heart heavy. They went to bed that night feeling defeated, wondering if they'd failed Beelzebub somehow.

In the middle of the night, MC woke to a strange noise. Rubbing their eyes, they crept out of their room and down the stairs. As they neared the kitchen, they heard a distinct crunching sound.

Peeking around the corner, MC's eyes widened. There was Beelzebub, surrounded by torn chip bags, cookie boxes, and various snack wrappers. The big dog was enthusiastically munching away, his tail wagging for the first time since he'd arrived.

"Beel?" MC whispered, stepping into the kitchen.

Beelzebub's head shot up, a half-eaten cookie dangling from his mouth. For a moment, they stared at each other. Then, to MC's surprise, Beel's tail began to wag even harder.

Laughing softly, MC sat down next to him. "I guess you were hungry after all, huh?"

Beel responded by nudging a bag of chips towards MC with his nose.

"Oh, you want to share?" MC grinned, opening the bag. "Don't mind if I do."

For the next hour, MC and Beelzebub sat together on the kitchen floor, sharing snacks in comfortable silence. MC stroked Beel's fur, and the big dog leaned into their touch, his eyes now bright and alert.

"I know you miss your brother," MC said softly. "But I promise, we'll make sure you see him again. And until then, you've got me. We can be snack buddies, okay?"

Beelzebub responded with a gentle lick to MC's hand, then rested his big head on their lap.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, MC's parents found them there – their child fast asleep against Beelzebub's side, the big dog curled protectively around them, amid a sea of snack debris.

Mom and Dad exchanged knowing looks. There would be no talk of returning Beelzebub to the shop now. It was clear that he and MC had found their own special bond.

"We're going to need to buy more snacks," Dad whispered, and Mom nodded with a smile.

Asmo:

MC scooped up the fluffy pink and white bunny, marveling at his soft fur. "You're so cute, Asmodeus!"

The bunny preened, twitching his pink nose. MC's phone buzzed, and they were surprised to see a notification from a popular pet Instagram account. "Wait, is this... you?"

Asmodeus's account was filled with glamorous photos, each garnering thousands of likes. MC scrolled, eyes wide. "Wow, you're famous!"

Throughout the morning, Asmodeus demanded constant attention, posing dramatically on furniture and nudging MC's phone. Eventually, MC suggested, "How about a walk in the park?"

At the park, Asmodeus hopped excitedly in the grass. He struck a pose near some flowers, looking at MC expectantly.

"Oh, you want a picture?" MC laughed, pulling out their phone. "Okay, smile!"

As soon as the photo was posted, a group of excited fans surrounded them.

"Oh my gosh, it's Asmodeus!" "He's even cuter in person!" "Can we take selfies?"

MC, overwhelmed, clutched Asmodeus protectively. "Um, sorry, we need to go..."

They hurried home, Asmodeus trembling slightly in MC's arms. Once safe inside, MC set him down gently. "That was scary, huh? Maybe we should take a break from photos for a while."

Asmodeus's ears drooped, and he hopped away to sulk in the corner. Despite MC's attempts to cheer him up, the bunny remained despondent for the rest of the day.

The next morning, MC stood before their closet, fretting. "I have nothing to wear for picture day at school!"

Suddenly, they felt a nudge at their ankle. Asmodeus was there, tugging at a blue shirt with his teeth. He hopped to some jeans, then to a pair of shoes, assembling an outfit.

"Asmodeus, are you... helping me?" MC asked, amazed.

The bunny sat up proudly, whiskers twitching.

MC tried on the outfit, twirling in front of the mirror. "It's perfect! You have great taste."

Asmodeus preened, clearly pleased.

"You know," MC said thoughtfully, "maybe we could do a little photoshoot later. Just for fun, not to post online. Would you like that?"

Asmodeus's ears perked up, and he did a little hop of excitement.

For the rest of the day, MC and Asmodeus had their own private fashion show. MC tried on different outfits, with Asmodeus offering his approval or disapproval with adorable head tilts and ear wiggles. They took silly selfies together, laughing at their exaggerated poses.

As evening fell, MC sat on the bed, scrolling through the day's photos. Asmodeus nestled in their lap, contentedly grooming his ears.

"You know, Asmo," MC said softly, using the nickname they'd come up with, "you don't need thousands of likes to be special. You're perfect just being you."

Asmodeus looked up, his pink eyes meeting MC's. He gave a gentle nudge to their hand, as if in agreement.

From that day on, Asmodeus seemed more relaxed, enjoying his time with MC without the pressure of his online persona. They'd still have their little fashion sessions, but now it was their special secret, a bond forged through a shared love of style and fun.

Satan:

The moment MC opened the carrier, a blur of golden fur shot past them and leapt onto their bed. Satan, the elegant Persian cat, stretched luxuriously across the pillows, his green eyes challenging MC to object.

"Hey, that's my bed," MC protested, reaching out to move him.

Satan's ears flattened, and he let out a warning hiss that made MC quickly retract their hand.

"Okay, okay," MC sighed. "You can have it... for now."

Throughout the day, MC found their usual routines disrupted by their feline guest. When they tried to watch TV, Satan sprawled across the remote. As they attempted to do homework at the desk, the cat knocked their pencils to the floor. Even meal times weren't safe, with Satan perched on the kitchen counter, swatting at any food MC tried to prepare.

By evening, MC's patience was wearing thin. "Why are you being so difficult?" they snapped, frustration evident in their voice. Satan merely yawned in response, turning his back to them.

Feeling defeated, MC retreated to the library, their safe haven. They curled up in their favorite armchair with a mystery novel, hoping to lose themselves in the story and forget about their challenging day.

As the room grew dimmer, MC began reading aloud, their voice bringing the characters to life in the quiet space.

"'The detective crept down the darkened hallway, her heart pounding. She knew the culprit was close, but where...?'"

So engrossed were they in the story that MC didn't notice the soft padding of paws on the carpet. It wasn't until they felt a warm weight settle against their leg that they looked down, surprised.

There was Satan, curled up beside them, his green eyes fixed intently on MC's face as if hanging on every word.

MC's voice faltered for a moment, but seeing Satan's ears twitch in interest, they continued reading. As they wove through the tale of mystery and intrigue, Satan remained a rapt audience, occasionally reaching out a paw to touch the pages gently.

Hours passed unnoticed. When MC finally closed the book, the room was dark except for their reading lamp. They looked down at Satan, who was now purring contentedly.

"You like stories, huh?" MC said softly, cautiously reaching out to stroke Satan's fur. To their surprise, he leaned into the touch, his purr deepening.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," MC continued. "I guess we just needed to find the right way to hang out together."

Satan blinked slowly at MC, then stood up, stretching. He hopped onto the arm of the chair and gently headbutted MC's cheek before leaping down and padding towards the door. At the threshold, he looked back, meowing as if to say, "Are you coming?"

MC smiled, rising from the chair. "Alright, let's go. But maybe we can share the bed this time?"

As they followed Satan out, MC felt a warm glow of understanding. They had found common ground in the world of books, a shared love of stories bridging the gap between them. From that night on, their evenings were filled with reading sessions, MC's voice weaving tales while Satan listened, a loyal and appreciative audience.

Lucifer and Belphegor:

MC stood before the large covered cage, curiosity burning in their eyes. Beside them, Lucifer, the young black horse, stood tall and proud, his watchful gaze never leaving the mysterious container.

"So, I can't even peek?" MC asked, their hand hovering near the cloth cover.

Lucifer snorted, shaking his mane as if to say, "Absolutely not."

Throughout the day, MC tried to interact with the unseen animal in the cage. They spoke softly, offered treats, and even played music, but received no response. Lucifer remained vigilant, his hooves clicking on the floor as he paced around the cage.

As evening approached, MC's energy waned. They leaned against the wall near the cage, eyes heavy. "I wish I knew how to help you," they murmured to the hidden animal before drifting off to sleep.

In their dreams, MC felt a chill, as if something nearby was cold and afraid. They jolted awake, their gaze immediately drawn to the cage. Was that a shiver they saw beneath the cover?

Without thinking, MC grabbed their favorite pillow – soft and adorned with a whimsical cow print. They carefully slid it under the cage's cover. "Here," they whispered, "this might help."

To their surprise, they felt movement. The pillow was pulled further into the cage, followed by what sounded like a contented sigh.

Lucifer, who had been dozing in the corner, raised his head, giving MC a look that seemed almost approving.

The next day, MC split their attention between the cage and Lucifer. The horse remained aloof, tossing his head whenever MC approached.

"Come on, Lucifer," MC coaxed, holding up a brush. "Don't you want to look your best?"

Lucifer merely turned away, his tail swishing dismissively.

Later, as MC helped their parents prepare dinner, they overheard a conversation.

"It's amazing how well they've handled all these animals," Mom said. "Especially that big horse. I was worried he'd be too much."

Dad nodded. "They've shown real responsibility. Taking care of Mammon, bonding with Leviathan, even cheering up Beelzebub. And now, being so patient with this mysterious caged animal."

MC felt a surge of pride at their parents' words. Unbeknownst to them, Lucifer had been listening too, his ears perked forward with interest.

That evening, as MC sat near the cage, quietly reading aloud (a habit they'd developed with Satan), they felt a gentle nudge on their shoulder. They looked up to see Lucifer, his dark eyes softer than before.

Slowly, carefully, MC stood and held out the brush. To their amazement, Lucifer didn't move away. He stood still, allowing MC to gently brush his mane.

"Thank you, Lucifer," MC said softly, running the brush through his silky black hair. "I know this is a big step for you."

As they brushed, MC glanced at the cage. The cow-print pillow was just visible under the edge of the cover, and they could have sworn they heard a soft, contented snore coming from inside.

In that moment, MC felt a wave of affection for both animals – the proud horse finally allowing himself to be cared for, and the mysterious creature finding comfort in a simple gesture of kindness.

"I don't know what's going to happen," MC murmured, "but I'm glad I met all of you. Each of you is special in your own way."

Lucifer nickered softly, as if in agreement, while the cage remained peacefully quiet, its occupant seemingly at ease for the first time since arriving.

Last day:

The morning sun streamed through the windows as MC stood in the mysterious pet shop, heart pounding with excitement and nerves. Around them, the brothers were gathered – Mammon's tail wagging furiously, Leviathan coiled in a travel tank, Beelzebub sitting patiently (though eyeing the treat jar), Asmodeus preening in a small mirror, Satan looking regal atop a cat tree, and Lucifer standing tall and proud.

And there, in the corner, was the covered cage containing Belphegor.

The shop owner smiled knowingly at MC. "So, you've made your decision?"

MC took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes. I want to adopt them all."

A collective energy seemed to surge through the room. Mammon barked joyfully, Asmodeus did a little hop, and even Satan's tail twitched with what seemed like approval.

"All of them?" the shop owner repeated, raising an eyebrow. "That's quite a responsibility. Are you sure you can handle it?"

MC thought back on the past week – the challenges, the surprises, the moments of connection with each unique animal. "I'm sure," they said firmly. "They belong together, and... well, they belong with me too."

The shop owner nodded, a mysterious glint in their eye. "Very well. But remember, Belphegor must remain in his cage for now. You cannot see him or let him out. Are you okay with that condition?"

Beel whined at the news.

MC glanced at the covered cage, feeling a pang of sadness mixed with their excitement. "I understand. As long as he's with us, that's what matters most."

As the adoption papers were signed and carriers were prepared, MC knelt down among their new family.

"We're going home, all of us," they said softly. Mammon licked their hand, Beelzebub nuzzled their knee, and Asmodeus posed for one last shop selfie.

When everything was ready, MC carefully lifted Belphegor's cage, making sure the cover stayed in place. "Don't worry," they whispered to the unseen occupant. "You're part of this family too."

As they left the shop, the owner called out, "Remember, MC. Love, patience, and understanding. That's what they'll need most from you."

MC nodded, somehow feeling that these words carried more weight than they could understand.

The journey home was a symphony of barks, meows, squeaks, and the occasional whinny from Lucifer, who was being led on a rope behind them. MC couldn't stop smiling, even as they wondered how they'd manage this menagerie.

Finally home, MC set down the carriers and cages in the living room. Their parents, though still looking a bit overwhelmed, had prepared a welcome area for each pet.

As MC began to help each brother settle into their new home, they paused by Belphegor's still-covered cage. Gently, they placed a hand on the cloth.

"I know I can't see you yet," they said softly, "but I want you to know that you're just as important as the others. We're all together now, and that's what matters."

From inside the cage came a soft sound, almost like a contented sigh.

MC looked around at their new, unusual family – Mammon already investigating every corner, Leviathan setting up near the TV, Beelzebub eyeing the kitchen, Asmodeus admiring his reflection in a window, Satan claiming the coziest armchair, and Lucifer standing regally by the fireplace.

Despite the chaos that was sure to come, MC felt a warmth in their heart. Somehow, they knew that this was just the beginning of an extraordinary adventure.

"Welcome home, everyone," MC said, grinning. "Our story starts now."

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The wall

Okay in the vbs world link event it was stated that when they surpassed Rad weekend the walls would break down and they could explore more. So now that they done it what do think they’ll find and hear now when the walls break down?

Ps: I’M SO PROUD OF THEM THEY REALLY DID IT TAKE THAT RAD WEEKEND NOW ITS RAD BLAST!!! THEY TOOK OVER THE TOWN NEXT THE WORLD!!!!!

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hinomori Shiho & Hoshino Ichika & Mochizuki Honami & Tenma Saki, Hanasato Minori & Hinomori Shizuku & Kiritani Haruka & Momoi Airi, Kamishiro Rui & Kusanagi Nene & Ootori Emu & Tenma Tsukasa, Aoyagi Touya & Azusawa Kohane & Shinonome Akito & Shiraishi An, Akiyama Mizuki & Asahina Mafuyu & Shinonome Ena & Yoisaki Kanade, Aoyagi Touya & Shinonome Akito, Shinonome Akito & Shinonome Ena, Hinomori Shiho & Hinomori Shizuku, Tenma Saki & Tenma Tsukasa, Shinonome Akito & Shiraishi An Characters: Wonderlands x Showtime (Project SEKAI), 25-ji Nightcord de. | Nightcord at 25:00 (Project SEKAI), Leo/need (Project SEKAI), Project SEKAI Ensemble, Vivid BAD SQUAD (Project SEKAI), MORE MORE JUMP! (Project SEKAI) Additional Tags: AU, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Reader is a sprit, Akito is adopted. Series: Part 1 of Project SEKAI COLORFUL MAHOU Summary:

Magic: Once a sacred practice now a death sentence. In the Kingdom of SEKAI anyone and everyone with magical ability is to be executed unless they agree to a life of slavery and servitude to the ruler. The people prayed for the legendary Heroes (aka the Virtual singers) to save them but alas their prayers were not answered and for years they lived with it and eventually accepted it some even welcoming it turning the kingdom into the bias and dreary place it is. Until five groups of teenagers came along.

One a group of adventurers composed of childhood friends.

A group of witches who want to bring hope to everyone.

Another a shy villager, a tavern owner’s daughter, a duke’s son and his servant who want to rebel against magic executions.

Another a traveling troupe who wants to bring smiles back to kingdom.

Lastly a group of musicians who only perform at night who want their listeners to feel saved from their normal lives.

Aided by a spirit and variations of the legendary heroes the groups unknowingly decided on one thing they were going to bring light and life back to their kingdom.

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Ideas for a Fanfic plot

Okay so I’m trying to write a reader insert plus Fantasy au fanfic I got the main things down but I feel like there’s something missing here’s what I got so far:

Magic: Once a sacred practice now a death sentence. In the Kingdom of SEKAI anyone and everyone with magical ability is to be executed unless they agree to a life of slavery and servitude to the ruler. The people prayed for the legendary Heroes (aka the Virtual singers) to save them but alas their prayers were not answered and for years they lived with it and eventually accepted it some even welcoming it turning the kingdom into the bias and dreary place it is. Until five groups of teenagers came along.

One a group of adventurers composed of childhood friends.

A group of witches who want to bring hope to everyone.

Another a shy villager, a tavern owner’s daughter, a duke’s son and his servant who want to rebel against magic executions.

Another a traveling troupe who wants to bring smiles back to kingdom.

Lastly a group of musicians who only perform at night who want their listeners to feel saved from their normal lives.

Aided by a spirit and variations of the legendary heroes the groups unknowingly decided on one thing they were going to bring light and life back to their kingdom.

That’s it so what I’m asking is stuff like

what should the schools be replaced with because I want to the normal relationships?

What magic should the characters have? (ex Ichika has flower magic because of her love of them, Kanade who’s loved by music has the ability to soothe people when she plays.)

What should the Sekai’s look like?

Most importantly who should be the ruler a new character or someone we know?

Please comment down below on your thoughts.

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Hey this is a head cannon for a new type of au:

ANDRIOD AU!!!

(This my first au take it easy on me~.)

Okay so in this Au the world while normal is on the verge of futuristic advancement. For example, it has virtual reality games and holograms, but you still have to drive in a normal car.

But the most important technology leading the way for change is andriods. Human-like robots created to assist humans in their tasks. Best of all no two androids are the same! All custom made!

There are lot of small companies but the major ones are The Devil’s kingdom and Celestial realm of androids or the “Devildom” and “Celestial realm” for short. There’s also a third major one but it’s pretty secretive.

Well one day the three companies came up with a new secret program “The Mecca system.” Which allowed androids to learn emotions and develop a conscious basically a heart.

They imputed it into some of their company androids and things we’re going great….

Until a certain incident caused six androids to rebel against the head of the celestial realm causing them to get shut down. Luckily they were found and took in by the Devildom head…..after they blocked some memories from them.

After the move the six (now Seven) adjusted well and were helpful around the company and even started going the school sponsored by said company to manage it. But as time went on the companies feared that the seven were becoming too human-like and might rise up again especially after a certain outburst.

So they took drastic measures by hacking into the Mecca system and they were able to suppress it in the androids so they couldn’t experience real emotions. The last thing they needed was someone to watch them to make sure the don’t tap into it again until they can shut whole thing down permanently.

And lo and behold they choose MC whose job was to stay with the seven androids and ordered them around for year. The one instruction they were given was “DON’T treat them like humans”.

Luckily our MC does just the opposite.

A/N The pact still kinda exists but I will talk about it later.

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World link theories

Okay so after 3 world link event, we’ve seen the same glowing bud appear in all of these new areas. so that brings me to my question what do you think the buds are? Not to mention the title of event is called WorldLink do you guys think this is the year the characters finally find out everyone’s secret and will they be able to go to everyone else’s sekai? Also, we haven’t seen the sekai With a big tree in a while, it might make a comeback.

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Hey so I want to write an Au where the all the groups are magical heroes who have to fight demons and a villain commanding them on top of trying to reach their dreams. But I am at a loss on how i’m even going to begin let alone how they get magic so if anyone has any plot ideas let me know!

Comment below or send it to me in a ask

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Amazing idea

So you know how in super sentai they make hints that us(the viewers) are actually there like we teleported? Wouldn’t it be cool if there was a series that had us interacting with the characters by cheering them on stuff like that or becoming the part of the sentai

Or Even a fanfic where we teleport into the show to cheer them on (I’ll take it)

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Fanfic advice

So the thing is I want to do a reader insert for project sekai but I want to add something to it to make it more interesting. Like maybe their all magical heroes or it’s an apocalypse and only the power of music can save the world something like that if anyone has good aus to recommend please comment down below