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there's this annoying tweet going around on twitter dunking on "cringe Tumblr Prose" i.e. overly flowery or trying-too-hard-to-sound-literary posts and whatnot and god it's sparked such a miserable conversation because all im thinking while going through people pointing and laughing at all these posts and pieces of writing is. lord, yall dont know how to have fun or be genuine. i'd rather read a thousand cringe but earnest pieces of writing than read constantly irreverent uber-ironic pieces done out of fear of the social media panopticon of shame. like so what if it's goofy and pretentious-sounding at times. it's fun. do you guys remember when you did things for fun?

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some more rambling bc when typing the above i was in line to pay for groceries so absolutely nothing was coherent lmfao

anyways:

nightbringer - ok so not one mention of nightbringer (save for the very end ending scene on the train) basically derailing (no pun intended) the entire buildup in the first place. why did they want mc to reforge their pacts? why is solomon still so secretive about them? considering that we know sol has butted heads/encountered them in the past. our best guess is still barbatos but that doesn't really answer ANY questions outside of speculation. in fact, we can argue that reforging the pacts only brought about more trouble, but at the same time you could also say that the only reason mc got out of certain situations was because of their amplifoed power. which, speaking of, is powerful enough to attract THE MOON of all things. cue the ff4 after years/loz majora's mask reference. though again, that plotpoint was soooo rushed it literally amounted to basically nothingburger at the end. oh well. also love how astaroth, whose only mention was way back in the og game, suddenly popped out for this one to be like. here let me dump an entire problem on you that basically spells the end of the devildom if u fail. no im not helping u out whatsoever. good bye. diavolo hold me back or i'll strangle him next.

simeon - hoooooo boy. we figured simeon's demon transformation was gonna be a highlight this season, and while i did enjoy how they resolved it... it also kinda felt ¿???¿??¿??? i feel like they just started using these big words and scientific terms to deter you from the fact that hey... this kinda does Not Make Sense lorewise but whatever i guess. because if you think about it, if humans have the potential to become angel or demon, wouldn't that make you wonder why simeon's punishment was becoming human, vs. the brother's immediate demon punishment? but at the same time you COULD argue that it was because "Father" wanted him to still have a choice between being an angel or demon, though just after living his natural human life (...harsh). speaking of demon human angel genes, wouldn't that also technically mean mc has angel genes? (or wait, is it demon, since lilith was technically the first to be punished?) but also since she was turned human you could say the demon slash angel genes were gone. WHICH MEANS..... diavolo has the power to remove those genes??????????? if so, why go through all that trouble yada yada yada you get what im putting down here. but, say, if lilith still had those dormant demon genes after turning human, wouldn't they be passed down to mc?? YOU SEE HOW IM GETTING CONFUSED HERE??? anyways. congrats on ur detox simeon.

raphael - LOVEEEEE how he became a focus on this season towards the end. men in therapy 2024 am i right. jokes aside, i truly did enjoy seeing him finally let out his bottled emotions. and theh were powerful enough to affect babel, too! (though only in an illusory state, but it was still plenty powerful) we've gotten hints before that he's always had regrets regarding the war, but chooses to keep it to himself, and after simeon's punishment, it only further added to his emotional turmoil. poor guy just didn't want to be alone, but also didn't want to impede on simeon's desire to be closer with the brothers. hopefully he becomes a lot more open and comfortable with his emotions after everything that happened, plus we even got a cute luci/simeon/raph ft mc moment out of it 🥹

thirteen + mephisto - bummed because they probably had plans to flush out these two as well after raphael's arc, presumably in the next season. even more so because at the beginning of nightbringer, the nobles have been such a highlight concerning diavolo's claim to the throne and their opposition, fast forward to later on in the story where we got even more hints about behind-the-scenes workings on undermining diavolo's reign. a mephisto arc would've been a natural progression from all that, considering he's our major tie into that sector of the devildom (outside of diavolo, as he doesn't really mingle with the nobles outside of work). with thirteen, the focus on her cave and the fountain of knowledge to her story earlier on PLUS the fact that we got a sister name drop, hinting at a complicated family issue... the fact that we'll probably never get to learn more of that part of her story, the fact that she has an aversion to familial bonds (presumably because of her relationship with her sister), the mere fact that we know next to nothing about the otherworld and reapers in general, her past with solomon, etc etc. god it's all just such a mixed bag of what-ifs that thinkinh about it more just makes me want to scream....

i have soooo many more thoughts and mainly questions about where they wanted the story to go, but again, unless we get a project that directly branches off of nightbringer, i fear we'll never get the answers to... which, in that case, i'm thankful the community exists bc there are some genius theorists in our ranks it's actually insane. anyways. that's the end of my rambling. for now. more to come in the future. that is a threat

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oh yeah the sf finals conclusion and lesson 60 were definitely rushed 😭😭😭😭😭 i'd thought we'd at least get a nightbringer cameo. also the moon problem just linda went away for some reason??? bc i doubt the clashing of mc's power and the moon was enough to restabilize everything considering itvwas literally threatening to pull a ff4-after years on the devildom. anyways.

i read some stuff on twitter and i agree with some users that if they ever did come out with a non-gacha standalone game... yeah i'd get it. ofc i would. but i sincerely doubt they're going that route (though i can delude in peace). they at least definitely tried to buil up thirteen/meph/raph as dateables for nightbringer so i'm still sad that never came to fruition (though we can now comfortably say that all three of them definitely have romantic feelings for mc at this point, with thirteen being the most open about it)

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nightbringer final lesson + rambles //

oh yeah the sf finals conclusion and lesson 60 were definitely rushed 😭😭😭😭😭 i'd thought we'd at least get a nightbringer cameo. also the moon problem just linda went away for some reason??? bc i doubt the clashing of mc's power and the moon was enough to restabilize everything considering itvwas literally threatening to pull a ff4-after years on the devildom. anyways.

i read some stuff on twitter and i agree with some users that if they ever did come out with a non-gacha standalone game... yeah i'd get it. ofc i would. but i sincerely doubt they're going that route (though i can delude in peace). they at least definitely tried to buil up thirteen/meph/raph as dateables for nightbringer so i'm still sad that never came to fruition (though we can now comfortably say that all three of them definitely have romantic feelings for mc at this point, with thirteen being the most open about it)

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Blue period x obey me 🔥

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Under the Mistletoe | Raphael x Reader

1.2k+ words | GN! Reader | Romance, Comedy | CW: none, just a very oblivious angel

Summary: Raphael doesn’t seem to understand the tradition of mistletoe and Solomon and the hallmark channel are making it more confusing.

At this point, it was a battle of will. By that you meant ‘Will this oblivious angel even understand?’

Even Luke had noticed by now that there was an odd amount of mistletoe placed around Purgatory Hall and he kept giving weird looks to Solomon who kept insisting it was not him.

Simeon chuckled as he knew the truth. You were desperately hoping to kiss Raphael even just a small peck, but he was blind to any kind of affectionate moves and flirtations. You’d once called him cute directly to his face and he thought you were describing the Devildom and called you odd.

It was a potentially fruitless effort to get him to understand why you were putting up so much mistletoe. He saw you doing it again today as he sat there eating what was supposed to be a sandwich that Solomon had concocted for him.

He watched you nonchalantly, his spear at his side as he’d just come back from some kind of work. This time you stuck a bushel of holly on the corner of the living room wall right before the hallway leading to his room. The next dozen would be placed around his door and if he’d let you in, his room.

“That’s a lot,” he commented after finishing the sandwich and you sighed to yourself. As you took a step down the ladder your ankle twisted slightly and you fell back. Before you could even gasp, Raphael had his arms around you, catching your fall.

You stayed there for a moment shocked at how quickly that’d all happened when you grinned up at Raphael.

“Raphael! Look, we’re under the mistletoe!”

He blinked. “Of course we are…you put it everywhere.” He said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. You sighed exasperatedly and sat up.

You heard Solomon laughing in the kitchen and glared in the general direction.

“Better luck next time,” Simeon said sweetly though he was glad it hadn’t worked.

Most people were very confused about your affection and general attraction to a stern angel like Raphael with unyielding convictions contrasting many of yours. But you couldn’t help it. He had the cutest smile he rarely showed, a voice that lived up to the description ‘angelic’, he was very protective of you and his loved ones, wanted what was best for everyone, and was very clearly lonely and lacking in enough socialization. One reason he did not seem to understand the human tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.

You began losing hope, wondering if he knew what it meant but avoided partaking in a commercialized aspect of a holiday that meant so much to him.

You nonetheless continued and knocked on the door of Purgatory Hall the next evening again.

Raphael looked out through the peephole and let you in, his slightly reddened face betrayed his efforts to hide anything was wrong.

You placed the mistletoe on the table again and Raphael walked past you to the couch where Hallmark movies were playing. This should have been the second sign something was different from yesterday.

“Hey, Raphael?” You called and he flinched and looked up immediately.

“Yes?”

“Can I put some of these in your room?”

He blushed furiously and looked away, “my room?”

You nodded and it dawned on you he was avoiding your eyes more than usual. You frowned and took off your coat placing it on the back of your chair.

“Raphael…what’s wrong?” You asked sweetly and he turned away to hide his expressions.

“Have you…never mind…” he immediately gave up and you shook your head.

“You can tell me anything, Raphael.” You assured and he was quiet for a long time but when you didn’t budge from your spot he relaxed and nodded.

“Are you…trying to set up Solomon and I?”

You froze. This dumass was more oblivious than you thought.

You heard loud cackling from Solomon’s room and Raphael turned red and clutched his spear ready to throw it at the door.

“What?” You said completely dumbfounded as you stared at him in shock.

He collected himself for a more serious conversation and began to explain himself. “I recently learned of the human tradition to kiss under the mistletoe.”

You nodded wondering how him finally learned the truth had gone so wrong.

“You set it up everywhere in our home and then immediately leave after Solomon begins laughing…This must be a signal for you to leave after prepping the area.” He said determinedly and you planted your face in your hands.

Solomon kept laughing so Raphael grabbed your arm. “Don’t go. Please take the mistletoe down. I’m not sure what Solomon has said to you but I do not have an interest in him, only his cooking.”

This situation was so absurd you finally broke down laughing, clutching your stomach as you fell onto your side, head in his hap.

Raphael let go of you and blushed. He had no idea what to do. He was feeling humiliated as he may have jumped to conclusions. Perhaps you just really liked mistletoe. Now you were in tears on his lap, a situation he’d never found himself in and so he sat there, his embarrassment growing until he had had enough.

“That’s enough. I deserve an answer. You’ve been doing this for weeks now.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and poured yourself a glass of water asking him to wait as you calmed yourself down.

Finally, you turned around to Raphael, leaning against the counter, pink in the face as you decided the only way he’d get it through his head is if you explained it to him.

“Solomon is laughing because I keep failing.”

“At…hanging mistletoe? You did fall a few times…” he noted, his shoulders instantly relaxed as he now knew he was not part of some hallmark movie plot to set him up with Solomon.

You shook your head. “Raphael, how many times were we under the mistletoe at the same time?” You asked him to recall and he thought about it.

“…every time?” He said but it still didn’t click.

How could someone observant enough to be the best hitman in the celestial realm be so blind to this?

“Raphael…” you sighed and gave him a dumbfounded look. “I’ve been failing to get you to kiss me.”

Having it finally spelled it out, Raphael was very quiet and very still for what felt like minutes but was probably a few moments.

Then Raphael did something you’d never seen the proud angel do before. He hid his face in his hands and remained that way for what was minutes.

Luke and Simeon came into the living room to check up on him and Simeon offered you another glass of water which you drank as you became anxious this was a clear rejection.

Finally, Raphael sat up straight, face as expressionless as usual, and got up from the couch with his spear in hand. He disappeared around the corner and your heart fell. You thought you’d fall over as tears pricked the corners of your eyes when Raphael reappeared with a single leaf of mistletoe he’d ripped off a wall somewhere.

Now he blushed and looked away from you. You blinked in surprise trying not to get your hopes up but you ran up to him and hugged him. He stuck the leaf onto the end of the spear which reached above you both and he looked down at you, pink visible in his cheeks.

You looked up at him and closed your eyes. He stared at your freshly glossed lips and closing his eyes too he bent down and you finally felt the kiss of your angel’s lips.

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You were sick. Your head was in a fog and your throat hurt something fierce. It was sweltering hot yet you shivered under the covers, hoping for the fever to pass soon. Your body, doing its best to get better, decided to empty the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed.

Beelzebub was the first to discover your condition. He came to wake you up in person when you hadn't shown up on time for breakfast. You were teetering like a newborn deer trying to clean up your mess. He was taken aback at the sight, at how clammy you were, and gently wiped the sweat from your face while checking how warm your forehead was. "You should lay down," he recommended, practically pushing you back into bed. You asked him to guide you to the bathroom instead.

He disappeared to fetch Lucifer. The eldest arrived immediately upon being informed of your condition. Your face muscles twitched as you tried to hold back a second round and apologized for the state you were in. Lucifer told you to stay quiet and just rest. "If you want to apologize, then get better soon."

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok?" you tried to ask. It came out as a garbled, barely perceptible whisper sending bolts of pain through your neck. You didn't want anyone to know how bad things really were.

"I do need to inform Diavolo, but rest assured I'll keep it brief." After ensuring you had water and would be fine alone for a few hours, Lucifer left early to inform RAD of your absence. He later texted you, "Don't hesitate to summon me if you need anything."

The house was quiet. It felt surreal to be the only one there. After some time had passed, you hobbled back to your bedroom and tried to sleep through the pain. Blissfully unaware of the chaos occurring elsewhere.

RAD is no small academy by any means, but rumors sure do spread fast. In first period, Beelzebub told Belphegor the sight he witnessed. They were overheard by Asmodeus, who lamented your absence to Solomon. Solomon asked Raphael to come with him to prepare some nutritious human food so you'd recover faster, and had to be forcibly stopped by Simeon. Luke found out by interrogating Solomon about why he was causing a scene in the kitchen.

Mephistopheles caught wind of the gossip and went directly to Diavolo for confirmation. Lucifer was none too happy at the situation, but the rumor mill was already spinning in full force. He did his best to uphold your image by telling anyone who broached the subject, "it's just the sniffles."

By lunchtime, Mammon was taking bets on how sick you were. "500 grimm says they're explodin' from both ends." "If that were the case, one of us would have stayed at the house with them," Satan rebutted, spying an easy win. "500 grimm says it's just coming out the bottom." They went back and forth, with others occasionally chipping in new symptoms such as hives or internal bleeding. Asmodeus, unable to listen any longer, left the cafeteria to post vague stories about his concern for you on social media.

Leviathan and Thirteen sent you get-well-soon text messages. One was full of worry and asked you to respond ASAP so they knew you weren't dying, as anxiety over your condition was causing them no end of fear. The other assured you to rest easy knowing that your candle was fine and you had plenty of time left before you kicked the bucket. It even recommended passing your bug onto someone else for fun.

You only saw the notifications in the evening, when a pounding headache woke you up and resounding footsteps in the hall signaled that people were home from school.

There was a knock at the door and Lucifer announced you had company. The crown prince and his butler imposed with a tray of fresh herbal tea. It would have smelled amazing if you possessed the ability to breathe through your nose. As the door shut behind them, you spotted at least ten figures out in the hallway.

Barbatos silently served you a hot cup, hopeful the rising stream would assist your sinuses. "Looks like you're recovering well!" Diavolo chimed. "That's great. I feared you were going to heave your guts out all day."

The frank sincerity caught you off guard and you choked on your tea. Barbatos was quick to grab the cup before it spilled.

"You knew?" you rasped. "Oh yes. Lucifer said it wasn't that bad, but tales of your illness have spread all over campus. We know human bodies aren't very strong."

You hunched down into the blankets to hide. The heat spreading across your face this time was not due to fever.

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(lesson 58 kinda-spoilers but also actual spoilers)

this slip up 🤭🤭🤭

anyways i'm kinda pissed that this season is shaping up to be my favorite off of nightbringer only for it to be the last one we'll get.... ourghhh when it first started i really didn't know how they were going to use the SF as a conduit for the major season issues, which, on lesson 41, we figured would be simeon's demonic transformation, only for them to ALSO tackle MC's rising power, a glimpse into faction that are against diavolo's ascension to power, raphael releasing his bottled up emotions and revisiting babel, which was an early plotpoint in the season (thanks asmo)....

no i'm not saying this is perfect writing or whatever, but it was enjoyable, decently paced (though yeah. could be better), allowed for character exposition and development, and also was a creative way to blend in the major plotpoints into one condensed point (SF finals)

yes i know that obey me technically isn't dead, but the fact that we aren't getting any new in-game content after the celestial box event is still very real and very sad. i know a lot of people are thinking maybe they'll get into radio dramas or maybe an animated series, but again, i'm in the group of people that feel like those expansions take away a lot of the immersion, especially since it takes away a lot of MC's agency that we had full control of in the game

sorry for transitioning what was initially just me posting about lesson 58 into. like. doompost adjacent again. but whatever!!

p.s. can someone tell me why thirteen doesn't have a seasonal card feature... she's literally nowhere to be seen on the dark santa cards?????? like i get solmare treats her weird sometimes where one day she gets all the side character fanservice while the next she gets dust but like. the seasonal celestial boxes (since nightbringer) have ALWAYS featured all the side characters, so.... what gives????????? i don't know whether to get pissed or just be confused

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A vein bulged in Satan's head and you tugged on his arm before things got violent, but the Avatar of Wrath refused to budge.

He bit down hard on his bottom lip. His voice was a low snarl. "There's just no way. This isn't right."

You were supposed to be on a cute bookstore date. A calm day of browsing shelves for new releases, pointing out interesting titles, and letting Satan impress you by going on about how much he's already read. Sure, it had been a while since his last outburst, but you never expected a children's display to set him off.

"Take me to the owner," Satan growled. His eyes were narrowed into hateful slits. "This has to be an error."

"No, we should head home. I'm feeling tired." You tried to soothe him by grabbing his hand and entwining your fingers together. Easier said than done when Satan's hand was clenched into an immobile fist.

His muscles tensed. You inserted yourself in between Satan and the offending bookcase, hoping to block his line of sight. It was no use. He stared past you coldly.

"It's Devinstein Wolves. Not Devinstain Wolves. It's always been Devinstein. The internet has to be wrong, they had to have changed it at some point." The more he muttered, the more his shoulders shook with rage.

You had to get him out before he caused a scene. It would be bad news if Satan trashed one of his favorite bookstores and word of the monetary damages got around to Lucifer. "How about we go home and check? Surely there's an old copy in the house somewhere?"

It took a minute for your words to permeate the wrath. He slowly exhaled. The rational Satan you knew slowly, begrudgingly, reappeared. He squeezed your hand back in confirmation.

"You're right. The truth will be revealed if we can find that copy. Let's go." He began walking out the door, his pace faster than normal. With your hands clasped together he practically dragged you along.

"Wait! Satan! Can we stop to get drinks first?" you stammered, stumbling after him.

If you got home, found that book, and discovered Satan was wrong all along, he might really explode. You needed to brace yourself. You needed to brace Satan for the possibility of being wrong. You needed some strong caffeine if you were going to make it through the rest of the day.

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Solomon oozes confidence. The man always has a plan and works with purpose, so it's hard to imagine all the vulnerabilities that pool beneath the surface of his optimistic mask. Should a day ever come when his worst nightmares come true and despair seeps through the cracks in his broken facade, he will surely drag everyone down with him in a magnificent last stand.

Despite what his physique might suggest, Solomon has neither the physical prowess to rush to your side in an emergency and fight nor the ability to lend you his magic in a pinch the same way a pact can. This is a fact he cannot change. The stronger the bonds of your demonic pacts, the safer you are. He knows this. It’s better for you.

Yet Solomon wants to be the being closest to you. Jealousy is not a good look for someone trying to woo you, but he just can't help it. He’s your mentor. He’s your fellow human exchange student. He’s the one who nearly lost his purpose and only found it again by meeting you.

He used to question his everlasting pursuit for knowledge. Decades spent cooped up reading old texts in stuffy libraries forgotten by time. Ages spent traveling the world, researching new spells, experimenting with novel discoveries. Sharing information with his fellow sorcerers only to see them pass long, long before him. What was it all for?

Turns out, it was for you. It was all for you. Destiny can be so funny, can’t it?

Spells to keep you safe, to shield you and allow for escape. Spells for self defense, and spells to attack if you really need it. Spells he hopes you will never need to cast in earnest, but spells that will serve you well when Solomon can’t be there to cast them for you.

Spells to put a smile on your face. Spells to put a twinkle in your eye and make Solomon remember why he became so smitten (with magic) (with you) in the first place. Spells to make you look his way just an instant longer. Just a moment longer. Time is so fleeting when you live for so long.

Solomon will teach you every one diligently, careful to savor the seconds as they race past. Grasping at the threads of time like droplets in a waterfall. You need to understand these spells very well, make them second nature, if you're ever going to surpass him someday.

Will there come a time when this is all a distant memory? When your vivid expressions, always on his mind, become distorted and fade away and the memories of you wind up indistinguishable from the myths in his dusty old tomes?

Solomon doesn’t like to think such thoughts, even if they intrude from time to time. He’s excited to spend his future with you. He’s content with things now. He needs to live in the moment.

The world’s most capable sorcerer is happy using his peerless power to project shooting stars on the wall as you fall asleep in his arms. He pokes you in the side and laughs when you flinch and retaliate with a sharp poke of your own. It’s so human of you. It’s so human of him.

He wants to explore more of what humanity has to offer. When he pulls you close he can feel the beating of your heart - or maybe it's his? It's cozy and it's warm and there are butterflies in his stomach when you snuggle against his chest like it's the safest place in all three realms.

Solomon makes a mental note. This must be what home feels like.

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lesson 56 solomon risking his life force to teleport to babel bc he's insanely worried over mc and when he gets there he's all hehe :)) i am here :)) there is no problem whatsoever oh heyyyyy mc nice seeing u here hehe :))) like seeing them safe didn't just lift a tremendous weight of his shoulders meanwhile satan's like haha geriatric ass

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brothers in arms i am having a crisis. never in my 2024 bingo list did i expect "falling down the cats musical rabbit hole again and inadvertently reawakening my tugoffelees brainrot...again" to pop out of thin air AT THE TAIL END OF THE YEAR except this time it's gotten so bad i've skipped being productive to watch literally any morsel of the media i've missed since 2019 or have been uploaded between then and today. and b4 u say anything no bastard cat x magic cat yaoi was not my reason for liking the musical in the first place it was because in 2015 when i auditioned for my hs theater one of the people who was auditioning did a rendition of memory that brought me to TEARS and i was like. #NEEDTHAT give me the entire thing. so i watched the 1998 movie that same night and when tugger started singing mr mistoffelees was the moment i knew everything has changed. i was never the same since

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Look at his drunk ass jamming to the TSL soundtrack

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*becomes a knight strictly because the local bard is cute, and I want him to write songs about me*

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"that's what i like about you!!"

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When the weather gets colder, it becomes more difficult to find Belphegor. He turns into a master of camouflage.

You never know if a pile of blankets is just that - a lumpy heap of blankets that somebody innocently forgot - or if it's actually a Belphegor cocoon. Before picking them up it's best to gently lift part of the sheets and check underneath. Sometimes it really is just a bundle of blankets. More often than not though you'll hear the soft grunts of a grouchy demon being awoken. The cold air and bright light force him to crack an eye open and glare at you.

You have to be careful sitting down on couches. Multiple times now you've flung yourself onto a sofa only to wake Belphegor napping under its decorative cushions. His clothes blend in, often because they're made of the same material as the pillows, and he practically melds into the couch.

He'll react if you sit on him. Usually. Once or twice you only noticed you were sitting on him because he tried to roll over.

He goes up to the attic and falls asleep in between objects being stored away. There's a working bed up there but also a draft, so the old bolts of cloth piled up high on the carpet can be a more enticing nap spot. Stacks of books and records in the library shield him from excessive noise and prying eyes. No supply closet at RAD goes unturned when he's needed at school.

Belphegor can be found in piles of laundry, both clean and dirty. Under Leviathan's computer setup. Leaning against the wall in between two lit gas lamps. You have to check the big pot in the kitchen before lighting a fire under it because he just might be in there, too.

He'll stick his head under you or Beelzebub's shirts while they're actively being worn like a cold-blooded lizard seeking warmth. At least then he's easy to find when you need him.