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Source: @throwaway-yandere

His Ice Fishing Buddy (Yandere!Childe/Reader)

A/n: id get accused of favoritism if i didn't write a childe fic ehe. I already wrote a fic where my current dps-es ayaka and ayato are there, would be weird if I didn't write my previous main dps lmao. sorry my tartar sauce boy. This is part 1/3(?) of the short fic "Soldier, Poet, King" (which is yandere Childe, Thoma, and Diluc respectively). Ps: I'm gonna make some stuff abt Varka's "family" cause we still don't have enough info on him lol

An actually reliable synopsis this time wow: reader vents out frustrations and childe listens w/ added bantering

Gn!reader

Cw: It's a really mild/soft & wholesome short yandere fic. Also, I likely have a different characterization for Tartaglia haha… I'm more used to his character in the voice lines so this might not have that "hey girlie~" vibes to it, I'm sorry (´-﹏-`；). Implied yan!Diluc & yan!Thoma/reader.

Parts:

Soldier (You're here), Poet, King

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If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Tartaglia was, they would tell you that he's nothing more than a pampered kid who got scolded by the Millileth.

If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Ajax was, they would tell you that he's the best fishing buddy they ever had.

In hindsight, you are correct. But that's only because you've never had any other fishing buddies to begin with, so there's no competition for him.

You loved fishing around Dragonspine's west end, close to the road that connects Liyue and Mondstadt but far enough to see both civilizations. You were viewed by the Fishing Association as a lone wolf yet beloved "cousin," the type that only came by on holidays to dish out trinkets to the family. That was your place in the group, and they regarded you with plenty of endearments.

Everyone in the association was ecstatic when they received a half-frozen letter from Tommy, penned by yours truly, which detailed a new fishing companion.

Although, when they read your tales about him, it seems as if this new partner of yours is just as unhinged as you are.

"Have you ever wondered how it would feel like to be a fish?" You asked before you cast your line.

You kept going while smiling. "It would be nice, wouldn't it? To feel happy when you're drowning. To sink in and just… not be affected by what's up there. Kinda cool. I mean, fish can drown in certain ways, but still..."

He looked at you with a mixture of bemusement and sympathy. Ajax mentally reasoned that having long chats must be a family characteristic for the Imunlaukr Clan.

"Are you alright, comrade?" Ajax asked. He wrapped his scarf around your neck, but the effect was nearly nonexistent. You are used to this cold as much as he is, but considering how he's a full-pledged Snezhnayan man, he's likely to be more resilient.

Still, it made your lips quirk up for a second. It's the thought that counts, right?

Ajax had always struck you as a kindred spirit. His odd fascination with fighting turned you off at first, but he has a compelling and charismatic presence. Yet, Ajax is far from a playboy. His pickup lines are rarely memorable and they hardly ever stick. Quite frankly, you thought his flirtatious jokes were enough proof that he's likely to die alone.

The man is uber-fixated on becoming stronger in such a nerdy way, which is kind of contradictory. He boasts that he's strong but seems to flail around in the hopes of achieving whatever the hell "world domination" entails.

In short, Ajax is a paper tiger in your eyes. Both in flirting AND combat.

"Never better," you replied sarcastically.

"Have you eaten lunch?"

You pointed at your half-eaten frozen... charcoal discarded in front of your humble tent.

He initially mistook that you were pointing to the letter written by an Inazuman fisherman rather than the hazardous garbage that was strewn about. Ajax's nose scrunched.

With his siblings and acquaintances, he provides them with sugarcoated words when it comes to cooking. It matters not if the scales are flakey and toasted to bitterness similar to ground coffee. But this? This, however...

"I get that it may just be my preferences talking, but it doesn't look very palatable. Don't you realize that food is like weaponry? You need to consume things that are beneficial for the body. Damn. How are you going to keep your promise of 'not dying until Ajax conquers the world' when you live like this?"

"Oh, please stop. You sound like my mother." You grimaced. "Who said you need to be a master chef to fry a fish? You just need to be moderate at arson!"

That last sentence explained a lot.

Ajax laughed boisterously. "C-Comrade, you couldn't even fry the fish right."

"Oi! Shut up. You're scaring the fish away." You grumbled. "The rain just stopped and the fish aren't coming back. So be quiet."

"I'd be afraid too if that sad charcoal is my fate."

"Just shut up."

"Amuse me: were you cooking for yourself or were you just crafting fish baits?–"

"SHUSH."

Tartaglia would have offered you a big supper in Liyue under normal circumstances. During combat, he had fleeting thoughts about pampering you with the dishes and clothing you deserved. He can see you dress up just for him holding his arm as you both enter the establishment so vividly. Tartaglia could hear your laughter fill the air as you mispronounce different Liyue cuisines.

He felt hollower each time he snapped out of his daydreams and remembered your patched and ragged clothes in this unforgiving climate

However, Ajax desired to uphold this image you had of him. Even if your cheap lifestyle is slightly killing the banker's insides.

"Hey, why don't you eat something in Mondstadt? My treat."

You gazed up, confused.

"Why?"

"There's no way you haven't missed a good, juicy, meaty steak," Ajax said, his voice similar to a burlesque salesman. "Plus, I'll accompany you on your trip. The road's teeming with hilichurls compared to this dead place. There'll be plenty of fights waiting for me if I accompany you, so why not?"

As long as no one saw Ajax's mask, no one would shun him for being a Harbinger. He had already sent directives for the Fatui stationed in Mondstadt not to approach him on this little date.

The only problem is Master Diluc…

Why didn't he exposed that he's a Fatui Harbinger yet?

You rolled your eyes. "Why not? The reason why not is because I'm not going to order steak just to sate your bloodlust. Plus, Good Hunter has a delivery service anyway."

"But you should go home once in a whileeee," Ajax whined.

You yanked back your reel, but there was no sign of a catch.

"Why are you so persistent?" You said in a monotone voice.

It didn't sound like a question. It sounded like a complaint.

Ajax finally realized how crestfallen you were when he stared at you. Your expression had been the same the second he mentioned Mondstadt. He felt a stab of remorse as he struggled to come up with a reply.

Your eyes looked just like his, dead.

"I don't want to be seen at the town square."

Ajax paused and hesitate on whether or not he should ask. He decided that it would be best if he would've ordered Viktor to figure out what happened if you didn't tell him anyway. "Why?"

"I overheard a few things about me." You said. "A few things I didn't even know about myself."

"Oh?"

You both paused, but it was a comfortable silence. As Ajax sat alongside you on the wood, your shoulders began to relax. The ice gradually soaked his gray trousers, but his attention did not divert. Ajax's entire focus was on you, and it warmed your heart to know you have such a wonderful friend.

"Ready when you are, (Y/n)."

You felt some kind of zest. In this scenario, hearing him use your name instead of "comrade" had a distinct effect you can't quite put a finger on.

"Right." You cleared your throat. "So, uh, last week when you weren't here I overheard Marjorie and some blonde rat-tailed guy talk about me a-and umm..."

Your eyes were beginning to moisten. You bared the restricting ache in your chest with a close-eyed grin and proceeded to spill.

"S-She wasn't saying nice things. That's all."

You would have had a better chance of seeing Ajax's evil gaze if you had kept your eyes open the entire time. You might have noticed how strangely silent he was if you had concentrated on him instead of composing yourself. Instead, you were clinging to the last shred of self-control you had to not let the floodgates open.

"Marjorie, the Souvenir Shop owner? Do you know the other man?"

"No." You shook your head weakly. "Never met him, I think. He seemed like a tourist but he looked like a Mondstadter..."

"I-I mean, not-that-it-bothers-me-of-course. I know I'm a weirdo, but I'm ashamed to think that I never once pieced together that people think I'm a disappointment to the Imunlaukr Clan. I thought everybody in my family was unique, but I didn't realize that I'm underwhelming when it comes to... whatever positive uniqueness people are after. It gets suffocating when I hear those harsh words constantly whenever I come home. Especially since I don't have a vision."

"That's why I hate visiting little Mond. Everyone there despises me. Some have the gall to hide it to gain my cousin's favor, while some flat out tell me that they want my name erased from the family tree." You continued.

"So, I guess that's why I'm so glad to have met you and the Fishing Association. You didn't know who my family was and treated me like a friend, not a means to an end."

Ajax took a deep breath. You laughed nervously a few seconds later.

"Haha, that kinda rhymed. Sorry. Even I admit that that was too much. I'm rambling again. My bad."

To be honest, he also had an ulterior motive when befriending you. Keyword: had.

He sought you out before to leech out more information about Grandmaster Varka, who seemed to go on month-long expeditions out of nowhere. It made him agitated. He was desperate to learn more about Mondstadt's powerhouse that he combed through all of his contacts until he came across you. The joyful titan's favorite cousin: the isolated fisherman.

Tartaglia saving you from drowning in Wyrmrest Valley was no "stroke of luck" as you put it.

Tartaglia intended to kidnap you for ransom, one that can only be paid by sparring with a worthy opponent.

But after getting to know you, your insecurities, and your passion as a human being for half a year, Ajax couldn't help but want you even if he tried not to.

He could no longer bring himself to cause harm to the one weak link to The Knight of Boreas. If anything, he learned firsthand why Varka was adamant about keeping you safe and hidden. It also made sense why there were rumors that the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt has a crush on you. You are too eccentric– too valuable for the public eye

Perhaps it was for the best that you declined Ajax's offer. He loathes the idea of others looking at you, particularly that redhead with a (reasonable) vendetta against him. You're better off isolated.

Alone, with him.

He rubbed his thumb at the back of your palm.

"Comrade..." Ajax cooed. "You're not a disappointment."

You laughed.

"A part of me already acknowledged that, but thank you. It's impossible to be like Varka. I wish I could be like him every day, but the thing is the only thing I'm good at is whipping this rod and reeling in a big one... and I didn't even get a catch today. Hell, when I tried to train, Diluc told me to just give up and let him do all the protecting-and-what-not. I wish I could just, well, not think about other people like Varka does."

You exhaled deeply. If not Varka, then you hope to become like your pen pal, Fixer, instead. He frequently offered sound advice on how to be more friendly and personable, and he even offered to meet with you after the Sakoku decree was repealed. "Fixer" didn't appear to mind rumors about him, despite the fact that he's a Mondstadter living in a xenophobic country. You can only dream of being that resolved in your worth and confidence.

Maybe you should accept his invitation to meet up. Fixer sounded like he was dying to see you. After all, it's the least you could do for the man who still kept in contact despite his country's prohibition.

"Huh?! Diluc said that?" Ajax suddenly exclaimed. "What kind of man discourages someone from training? People should strive to be formidable warriors if they want to--"

He stopped when he realized you were staring at him with immense judgement.

"Ah, right, wrong timing." He gulped.

"But hey." Ajax squeezed your hand, and you squeezed back. "Comrade, you're being too harsh on yourself and you know it. Hell, it's those scheming bad guys who should be self-critical, not you."

He definitely had his co-workers in mind when he said that.

You snickered. "I'm not a child anymore, Ajax. There's no such thing as bad guys."

"Well," Ajax nervously cleared his throat, undoubtedly uncomfortable. "I mean, there's the Fatui."

"What, like that big doofus Childe?" You teased.

He froze.

Ouch.

'Ajax' laughed sparingly.

"Yeah. Like him. Just tell me if those guys are bothering you, I'll get them knocked off their perch."

You shrugged. "Whatever, sure."

Hmm...

He continued to stare at you with a small smile, long enough for you to see that his eyes are noctilucous jade-like. They were gleaming. Is this how they've always been? You could've sworn his eyes were a dull shade of cobalt blue (though you never told him that since you were afraid he'd challenge you to a sparring match).

"Why are you still smiling? Is there something on my face?" You giggled.

That immediately made Ajax flinch. "H-Ha? Oh, what, no, of course not, wha– pshaw! I just got lost in thought, that's all."

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow playfully. "Then what is The Greatest and Most Renowned Snezhnayan Fisherman pondering about in the company of his Poor and Estranged Mondstadter Friend, hmm? Mora for your thoughts?"

Ajax looked away.

"It's a bit embarrassing."

"What is?" You said. "C-C'mon, if there is something on my face just say it, man!"

"No, no, nothing like that." Ajax pouted, yet he still refused to face you. "It's just that..."

"I just thought you're drop-dead gorgeous, that's all."

You blushed.

"L-Like, the light of the moon." He continued blabbering. "The perfect lighting for a bloodbath or a crime scene, for added mystery."

The warmth in your face fizzled out as you smacked his arm. Classic Ajax. He can't go on for ten minutes without thinking about fighting. Somehow, that 'drop-DEAD' compliment was fitting coming from him. You're pretty sure he mentioned something about wanting to see his enemies drop dead on several occasions.

"You had me at drop-dead gorgeous but you ruined it with that last part, idiot."

Ajax was dying inside. Sure, he had slain multiple enemies as a 14-year-old but no amount of "maturing" prepared him for the awkward steps of wooing someone.

He's still a little kid deep down who grew up too fast, and sadly, he will always be more comfortable holding a weapon than a person's hand.

Please, have some mercy.

"You asked me how I felt, so I just said what I thought of at the time!"

"Gah! You're hopeless."

You ruffled his ginger hair roughly before his shoulders and spine tensed up. He was unable to look away. Your wide grin is a wholesome sight to see.

Even though Dragonspine was frigid, he's pretty sure his cheeks were scorching.

"But thank you, friend." You whispered loud enough for him to hear. "You always know just what to say. You're right, I'm too critical."

He puffed humorously, "Of course you are. But anytime, (Y/n)."

"Perhaps you should start self-reflecting as well," you suggested, a little less soft this time. You stood up and gradually increased the distance between you two.

He scowled as he realized where this shift in tone was leading.

With a mischievous smile, you added. "You know... since you can't seem to land a critical hit with your attacks."

He sneered, oblivious to the fact that he'd already summoned his hydro weapon before you even finished your punchline.

"HEY!"

It's not his fault he gets so scared fighting when you're around, okay?! You're one of the few people who makes him nervous when fighting. In Ajax's heart, you are already a part of his family, and revealing his real fighting style would be like telling Teucer he wasn't Snezhnaya's greatest toyseller. He doesn't know what he'll do if he makes a mistake that leads you to suspect that he's Tartaglia. He doesn't know what he'll do because you are the one who causes him to falter—

You started sprinting.

"SEE YA LATER, AJAX!"

"What the-- YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE– GET BACK HERE, (Y/N)!!!"

Normally, he would have caught you as you headed for the pines and exacted his wrath in under ten seconds, but he made the mistake of glancing down. Ajax stared at his frozen reflection in the stream.

He grinned.

You're truly starting to restore the brightness in his eyes whenever you're around.

It's only justice that those people will soon deeply regret spreading false rumors about you, right?

Then, all Tartaglia needs to do now is collect Marjorie and that blonde man's debt...

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fullonfandom · 11 months ago

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Source: @hyperfixat

Yandere Lucifer (the brothers are also here and in love but we aren’t terribly focused on them.) ABSOLUTELY NOT BETA READ ‼️

more under cut :p .. ~2.2k words

pt2

Lucifer who lets you in his office, on the clause that you don’t cause trouble or make too much noise. He lets you sit on the carpet, the hardwood floors, the chairs near the fireplace, and even the spot across from him. Such a powerful demon, with a weak spot for you.

So much goes into keeping you alive, even in the comfort of his office, he has to make sure he’s using enough magical energy to dampen and absorb curses from any vinyls he has spinning, so as to not melt your tiny human brain. He has to make sure you have water, keep the room at an adequate temperature, make sure he provides you with human safe snacks, but he can’t bring himself to mind.

Your presence calms the ache in his soul, his head, and his heart.

He’s so far gone into the pits of love, that he’d kill, torture, and slay for you. Even on a whim. Sure he had a pact with you, but you wouldn’t need to use it, he’d follow you wherever. A loyal dog is the Morningstar.

And you, you don’t even seem to realize the effect you have on him, his brothers, those worthy to be around you. It’s maddening, your naïvety. So many demons, hungry for your flesh and soul, but you just.

Everything about you drives him further into love, borderline obsession. You’re perfect. He barely has to do a thing and you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky. (He did create a few of them, but still). Don’t you understand he’d give you the world? Anything for you…

His fountain pen scratches away at the endless pile of documents on his desk. It never ends. Diavolo wants this, RAD needs that, there's another suit being filed against Mammon… it won’t end. It’s well into the evening, perhaps eleven pm, and you should be asleep by now, but he longs for you to pay him a visit.

He could take a break, a tiny one, head down to your room, where you would surely be, tucked into your bed with one (or more) of his brothers snoring on top of you.

A sigh rips through him.

No, he should just get this work done, then he can rest (hopefully) and see you in a few hours at breakfast.

Mammon, a pest, a loveable pest, but still a pest, had hidden away two weeks worth of bills, ie a lot. Lucifer will not be getting sleep tonight.

“Ah, forgive me,” Lucifer says as he yawns. “I’m afraid I had a rather long night.”

Lucifer, third most powerful denizen of the Devildom, holds a lot of power. At times it has frightened you, how close his slips in emotional control have led you far too near your grave. But more often than not it lulls you into safety.

Your first year in the Devildom, your relationship with Lucifer was quite rocky, seeing as your insubordination was not welcomed, and you pried apart doors that should not be opened, but he managed to fall for you anyway. All your silly, human flaws and quirks melt into oblivion in Pride’s gaze.

It slipped beyond his notice as to when his attachment to you went too far. Lucifer won’t complain, can’t bring himself to even care that he’s so deeply infatuated with you. You do so much for him, his family.

The night you formed your pact and the time spent after, holding you close, keeping your small human body up against his own. It burned a permanent spot in his memory, a figure as large and grand as the Taj Mahal.

Lucifer is far from dumb, his brothers fell for you far before he did, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Satan, he can’t pin down where Belphegor grew to love you, but it’s clear he does.

“Is there anything I can help with?” And there it is. You’re so heart achingly kind, to him, to demons. A smile graces his face before falling.

“No, thank you, little one. I appreciate the offer. I should finish up in an hour or so.”

You hum thoughtfully and press a kiss into his hair. “Goodnight, Lucy. Sleep well.”

And how can he not, with you snuggled into his bed, safe. It will always give him an easy rest when you’re with him, because no harm can fall upon you as long as Lucifer is there.

And so, as another year comes to a close and your term at RAD comes to an end, he realizes that he wouldn’t live if he let you go. He needs you to breathe, to function.

It’s silly, more than a little silly, but the ache in his chest that caves deeper and deeper every mommy you’re away will collapse if he can’t hold you, can’t kiss you goodnight, can’t taste the horribly bitter coffee you brew. The Avatar of Pride needs you to feel whole.

The Demon Brothers (New) (7)

Lucifer: Everyone, come to my office after today’s classes end, important discussion.

Mammon: Everyone?!

Levi: Are we in trouble?

Levi: 😨

Asmo: Group Orgy?!!? ☺️

Lucifer: No. It concerns MC, by the way. So tardiness is not acceptable.

Belphie: Are they okay?

Levi: asmo stfu

Beel: Did something happen?

Mammon: 😮

Lucifer: No.

— end discussion.

“We all care deeply for MC. And with your help I have a plan to let them stay with us forever.”

Lucifer does what he does best, justifies his actions. Clearly Mammon keeps his spending under control much better with you around, and Asmodeus won’t bring unsolicited visitors into the House of Lamentation anymore. Satan’s never been harder to deal with than when you’re away, so really, he needs to keep you around. They need to keep you around.

Lucifer doesn’t keep many secrets from Lord Diavolo. This situation is complicated. Diavolo won’t want the Celestial Realm to see you as a hostage, that’d be an act of war, no doubt. But. Lucifer is confident in his brothers and his ability to convince you to stay.

Keeping you under the radar, away from the Prince, will be hard. Harder than locking Belphie away, because his brother knew he was a prisoner. He doesn’t want you to feel like you don’t have a choice.

It isn’t the first time Lucifer discovered a brother with blood stained clothes and a feral look in their eyes. The frequency of these discoveries have increased exponentially. Mammon and Satan were the obvious offenders, but each and everyone of them have sulked home after a kill since MC has arrived.

It’s an odd sense of vigilantism. In a way. Anyone who dares look at you wrong could face the force of an Avatar.

If they were anyone but the Avatars that they are, surely they’d be prison bound, but being powerful and near worshiped has its perks.

The picture in front of him paints him thick with panic, and anxiety. Mammon is covered in blood. The fear isn’t for his brother, it’s for you. You’ve seen them with evidence of their true nature, humans don’t like that.

Mammon’s ruined everything, but a bitter strike of envy runs through Lucifer when he realizes what you’re doing. Cleaning him up, placing a cutesy human bandage on the single scratch Mammon obtained in his fit.

Lucifer bristles quietly.

“What is this?” His voice makes both of you jump, and you gasp quietly.

“Uh, I, uhm, I fell.” Mammon makes a poor excuse as he takes you into his wingspan protectively. You stumble into his younger brother’s chest and he scoffs.

“Sure.” Lucifer bites sarcastically. “MC, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.” He knows he has you cornered and the smug look on his face proves it. When you hesitate and look to Mammon, he quirks an eyebrow.

“He, uh,” you look back at Mammon. “Hhgh. I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Mammon.” Lucifer harshly directs his emotions.

“Agh, they’ve been cleaning me up when I go out, I didn’t mean for them to know, big bro! They just kinda saw me all bloody and started doing it, this.”

“He told me you’d be upset if you knew I saw him like this, but I don’t mind! I like taking care of your brothers.”

Lucifer watches you fiddle with the bandage wrapper in your hands and then at Mammon, holding you at the waist, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Do you even know what he was doing? What any of us do when we go out to return bloodied?” Lucifer raises himself high, a sharp glare in your direction. Even when you flinch slightly he doesn’t back down despite the ache of hurt he feels for your little human heart.

“Uh, I figured it wasn’t my place to ask.”

It takes Lucifer a moment to nod and dismiss himself with a simple, “very well.”

Lucifer

Lucifer: I am not upset with you, MC. I am upset that my brother has been taking advantage of your kindness.

Lucifer: You do know they’ve been killing humans and demons alike? All of them.

Lucifer: Don’t fret, you’ll always be safe with me.

MC: demons’ll be demons i suppose

MC: as long as i’m not the one dying 🤞

Lucifer: 🤨

First it was Mammon, then it was Belphie, then Asmo; Satan, Beelzebub, and Leviathan. He didn’t need you to take care of him, of course not. Lucifer aches for his touch, a traitor to his pride, he wants you to pepper him with kisses and your cute band aids.

It’s rare Lucifer actually makes a kill, mostly because no one dares cross him or speak ill of his family while his ears may hear. A foolish middle class demon let slip a confession of his attraction to you while Lucifer passed.

Logically he knows that is an unreasonable reason to murder, but the part of his mind and soul filled with love infatuation desire wont listen to reason. Ice spikes his heart. No demon, angel, nor human should harbor such feelings for you. They will never live up to what he holds for you, what he could give to you.

And so, venom in his body, Lucifer strikes from shadow, a clean kill, not much to it. Then the memories of you patching his brothers flashes through his mind, and ugh, he knows he could get your undivided attention if he messes himself up just a little.

When you find him, bloodied, uniform absolutely darkened with drying blood, at your bedroom door, your jaw drops.

Finally, he gets the pleasure, the reward of your hands cleaning his face, his uniform, tending to him. It was worth the wait, the effort, the time. Perhaps he should find himself bloodied more often if it means having you like this.

While your soft human hands clean his face and freshly unbuttoned shirt he decides to tell you what he’s done. You deserve to know, and a part of him hopes you’ll be thankful. Although there is always the chance reality will sink into your mortal mind and you’ll realize what a monster the Morningstar truly is.

He hopes the latter doesn’t happen, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

As you place the final tiny kitten bandage on his face, and before you think fully about it, you press a gentle peck against his lips.

“Hm? Do you like seeing me kill for you?” He smiles against your lips and his hot breath leaks into your own. “You like having the Avatar of Pride avenge you?”

An embarrassing noise escapes you as Lucifer pulls away from your lips to kiss your hairline.

“There isn’t a thing in all the realms I wouldn’t do for you, you know that?”

You exhale against his chest, before breathing him in.

“Thank you, Lucifer.”

A low purring, perhaps growling, revs itself in his throat. Lucifer loves his little human, but he doesn’t like sharing them. If he proves himself better than his brothers, they’ll be all his. But their heart is so big, perhaps he’ll have to settle for being the favorite. The best.

He noses along the hollow of your neck, breathing you in, “I love you.” Lucifer feels the way your heart flutters beneath your skin and he’s near delirious with the scent of you filling his lungs.

You, you, you; your hands on his chest, his face, so gentle with him as if he is the fragile one. He’s possessed with the desire to claim you, to bite and mark you for his brothers to see that he is the right one for you, he is your favorite, your proper suitor.

Teeth strong enough to snap steel, ghost around your jugular and draw in a sharp gasp from you. But he refrains from blemishing your precious human skin. When his head is clearer (if it ever will be clearer around you), he’ll mark you so, so carefully.

Your hands tangling into the roots of his hair brings him back into the moment, and he reaches his head back to capture your lips. Yes, he’ll just have to do this again.

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fullonfandom · 11 months ago

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Source: @gay-as-hell-blog

Lucifer x male reader. Obey me! Headcanons

Fem aligned do not interact you will be blocked.

First some notes: you will be used as the mc I just don’t want to have to fight autocorrect, fem aligned don’t interact you will be blocked, I feel like wings of any kind are super sensitive and like g-spots so there will be a bit of +18 in here, I know not many people like Lucifer but I like him so if you don’t want this then the solution is easy - don’t read this post!

Needless to say that it will take a very long time for Lucifer to warm up to you and for you to get him to lower his walls

But once you get them down, let’s say that he can get a bit possessive

For example, one time when you were walking around devildom, others were looking at you and even though Lucifer is the avatar of pride and Levi is the avatar of envy. It’s easy to say that they might’ve temporarily switched roles until they got back to the House of Lamenation

Whenever he lashes out he always tries to make sure your not there to see his demon form because he doesn’t know how you’ll react to seeing him (he would most likely ask Diavolo to take you for a bit until he calms himself down)

However you eventually got interested and stayed in the HoL when Lucifer lashed out. You were definitely frightened by his demon form and Lucifer was horrified that you saw him like that, he locked himself in his room and would not let you see him no matter how hard to tried.

After Lucifer finally came out of his room you tired to get him back into his demon form because you wanted to touch his wings, he swore he would not go into his demon form as long as you were in the HoL.

Again you had to wait until he lashed out with him not knowing you were in your room and when you heard him so you ran out of your room over to the common area and planted your face in his wings

Once you did he stopped what he was doing and tried to hard not to moan out of pleasure

The brothers found a way to get Lucifer to stop lashing out at them, just text you “Lucifer lash out” and you will go running wherever you are and just plant your face in Lucifer’s wings. Mammon heavily abused the fact that you would come running so you would just ignore Mammon’s unless he texted you “emergency” to go along with the message

Eventually Lucifer decided to try to overstimulate himself by either letting you or getting himself to touch his wings but no matter how hard he tried his wings were always going to be one of the most sensitive parts of his body

Whenever he went to sleep, which is very rare as you would have to drag him to bed, he would always hold you right in front of his body (he is big spoon, you are little)

Or he would put your head on top of his chest and let you listen to his heartbeat and you would fall asleep like that while he would eventually fall asleep looking at your chest rise and fall with every breath you took letting him know that his boyfriend was there with him and it wasn’t a dream.

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fullonfandom · 11 months ago

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Demon!butler Mc who is in charge of making sure the royal palace is always clean and doing normal butler job

Demon!butler Mc who has the ability to cut off emotions. Make a person feel apathy

Demon!butler Mc who have not felt a single ounce of emotion since being turned into a demon

Demon!butler Mc who start taking care of Diavolo when he was born. Before barbs came bc yes.

Demon!butler Mc whos a baddie who lives on coffee because taking care of kids is exhausting.

Demon!butler Mc who practically and unwilling starts managing the royal palace while the demon king is crying over his dead wife.

Demon!butler Mc who secretly bitches about the demon king to an physically 3 months old Diavolo.

Demon!butler Mc who is a little too careless. A little too emotionless

Demon!butler Mc who has prohibited Diavolo from calling them parent (he once did anyways infront of the demon king.)

Demon!bulter Mc who demanded another butler to be placed in the huge palace when Diavolo entered the annoying toddler stage

Demon!butler Mc who blankly stared at the demon prince latching onto his father's butler, Barbatos. Ouchie

Demon!butler Mc who pretend to not see Barbatos pleading gaze while Diavolo threw a tantrum to make Barbatos stay.

Demon!butler Mc who greeted Barbatos with a blank face and mocking voice after he was forced to become the prince's aide. The two of you constantly threw passive aggressive insults at one another

Demon!butler Mc who welcomed Barbatos to a "parenthood where you have to look after a kid you didn't even birth" while watching toddler Diavolo burn the kitchen. (Barb was horrified, mc, not much)

Demon!bulter Mc who came to a mental agreement with the formal bulter of the demon king that they will co-operate with each other to make sure the spoiled Demon prince doesn't end up burning the entire Devildom.

Demon!butler Mc secretly came to take a liking to Barbatos' sweet tea. But they will never admit it. Never

Demon!butler Mc who started feeling human emotions. Anger, sadness, love, worry-

Demon!butler Mc who quickly realized that they were loosing their power. Loosing their demonic abilities.

Demon!butler Mc who finally confronted the Demon king. Who conformed their theory.

Demon!butler Mc who found out thier time as a demon is comming to an end.

Demon!butler Mc who realized they will soon become a wandering spirit. And after days, years, decades or even centuries will be reincarnated as a human.

Demon!butler Mc who told Barbatos about their situation.

Demon!butler Mc who nervously stood still as they waited for Barbatos' answer.

Demon!bulter Mc relaxed when Barbatos assured them that he will take full care of Diavolo.

Demon!butler Mc who slowly but surely started loosing their powers.

Demon!butler Mc who turned their last remaining power into a small pocket watch. Before handing it to Barbatos without a word.

Demon!buter Mc who finally lost all their powers. And became nothing more than a spirit with no memories,wandering throughout the border of all the three realms.

(Might turn it into a series)

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fullonfandom · 11 months ago

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The Demon Brothers, and their cryptid-like behaviors (HC)

I feel like the brother's have these unintentional "scary, cryptid-ass behavior" whenever they are around MC, and I'm talking about the fact that they are considered inhuman entities that used to regulary hunt HUMANS to either eat or for the fun of it and then theres corrupting them with their sin or tempting them into sinning.

So while they know that MC is literally not prey, sometime's their instincts make themselves known by doing the most weird and bizarre shit ever...its like something out of a Analog horror series or a fucking horror movie.

like Mc just casually witnessing fricking Asmodeus upside down on the ceiling on all fours in his true-demon form (like its just his demon form but HALF transformed into his true form) just eerily smiling down at them with multiple glowing amber eyes (bc his sin's symbolic creature is a Scorpion which is apart of the Spider family.. I decided to headcanon that he has like 4 eyes in his demon form, and scorpion like traits added like the stinger n shit)

Asmodeus then fucking realize's what he's doing and lands gracefully on the floor on two feet, reverted back into his humanoid form.

He's noticed that Mc's eye's are wide w/ fear and he's like apologizing AND explaining to them that all demons do this whenever they are hunting human's or just trying to tempt them into sinning.

and then he's backtracking on his words when hes noticed Mc's got that look of "YOU WERE TRYING TO HUNT ME???〣( ºΔº )〣" and quickly explain's that he wasn't trying to hunt you down or eat you (he'd usually slip in a sexual innuendo that he'd eat you another way but then saw that wouldn't be appropriate at this moment)

It take's Mc a WHILE to get used to it, but eventually they do but they can't deny the fact that they get a shiver down their spine whenever they just see Lucifer's glowing red eyes follow them from a shadowy corner of a room.

At this point Mc feel's like they a security guard in FNAF bc apparently the brothers only do it at ungodly hours of the night. (ITS THE WITCHING HOUR AHHHH and by that i mean 3 am) sometime's they'd wake up to see Belphegor in his demon form just standing menacingly in the corner of their room like a fucking sleep paralysis demon... and then Mc just rubs their eyes tiredly and suddenly Belphies gone! Mc goes back to sleep only to be Met by Belphegor in their dream?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING O- oh Belphie is explaining that he wasn't ACTUALLY in their room but that was actually was a nightmare within a dream... while they were asleep...HUH?

Mammon seems to be the only one out of his brothers who has never shown any weird or bizarre behavior around Mc, apparently Lucifer states that its because Mammon just has good control over it. Lucifer also has good control over it, he just uses it to keep a good eye on his brothers(thats our first man right there!! 🥺 he don't wanna scare his bae OR the ho's)

(literally cannot picture anything creepy that Mammon would do or anything CRYPTID like in behavior...which is why I'm just gonna state that he just doesn't show it around Mc )

Satan just Lurks in the dark hallways... his glowing glaring green eyes just stare at MC before he disappears into the darkness.

Leviathan like Mammon, also doesn't show it around Mc unless they are near a ocean or some shit.. then its just gonna randomly get stormy and then Lotan just looms in the distance and suddenly Leviathan is no longer standing by their side and is ACTUALLY Lotan...and Mc just hears this hissing roar come from the serpent that is Leviathan.. and instead of being scared Mc is just like "Woah, thats fucking badass as fuck. (-^〇^-) "

(I hc that Lotan is his true form, and that the reason why he can also control it or summon it to attack is bc Lotan has a part of his soul in him.)

While I would love to talk more about this.. its near 1am currently and I'm sleepy as hell.. I will make a part 2 when I wake up!!

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fullonfandom · 11 months ago

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Source: @taylorman2274

We Care About You (Part I)

For the past couple of days, you've been sacrificing sleep to spend more time playing Genshin. The people of Teyvat take notice and do not approve.

Content Warning(s): Liyue Archon Quest Spoilers

Notes: SAGAU; GN!Reader; First Story; Inexperienced Writer

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You honestly should've seen it coming.

There were too many hints that told you what was about to happen, but you either didn't notice them or ignored them entirely.

Now you're about to fall into unconsciousness against your will, all because someone within Teyvat cared about your well-being.

"How is this even possible?" You thought to yourself before you finally fell into sweet unconsciousness.

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The first hint happened so quick you almost missed it.

You were a couple of minutes removed from logging into the game and had just started working on your second of four daily commissions.

As you were teleporting to Dadaupa Gorge to help Wyatt look for his key, you noticed an unusual message on the loading screen.

Sleep

When night falls, make sure that you get plenty of rest!

You were lucky that you were a fast reader or else you wouldn't have been able to read that message in time.

At first, you didn't know what to think of it. Sure, Hoyoverse could've easily added it into the game, but you didn't see them ever doing such a thing. Additionally, you've never seen anyone else experience this message before.

"Probably something new." You thought to yourself before gliding on down to speak with Wyatt.

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The second hint was a bit more noticeable than the first.

After completing Wyatt's commission, you were on your way to Falcon Coast to defeat some hilichurls. It was approaching nighttime in Teyvat when Paimon suddenly said:

"It's getting pretty late. Paimon thinks that we should go to bed soon."

You stopped gliding forward for a brief moment in slight surprise. It only took a few seconds for you to snap back to reality before pausing the game to save what airtime you had left.

"I can see a new line of text being possible, but a new voice line?" You thought to yourself. Like the last hint, you really didn't know what to think of it. If it was only one new voice line that got added into the game, you guess you shouldn't see that as a big surprise.

"Today has certainly been weird." You added before unpausing the game.

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It wasn't until the third hint that you started to think that something was wrong.

After defeating the two waves of hilichurls, your last commission had you beat up some cryo slimes near the Dawn Winery. You teleported to the Anemo Archon statue, grabbed a couple of Windwheel Asters, and began to glide down to the water.

However, just as you were about to pass the Dawn Winery, you began to hear a sweet melody coming from the building. This wasn't the theme you were used to hearing when you were near the Dawn Winery, so being the curious person you were, you took a quick detour to the building.

As you approached the building, the melody began increasing in volume. Furthermore, as you moved your camera you noticed the sound gradually shifting volume in-between your right and left ears.

"Wait, this isn't just a soundtrack? Someone's actually playing this?" You spoke aloud for the first time. You rarely speak your thoughts aloud, finding such an action to be awkward, but you felt that the situation warranted such a reaction out of you.

After a bit of wandering and camera movement, you pinpointed the source of the sound coming from the roof. Starting from the front of the building, you climbed up the wall and onto the balcony. You moved the camera around, trying to see if you could get a better view of the roof, and after a while, you found the source of the melody.

Venti the bard was currently straddling the roof beam with his back against the spire right near where the Anemoculus used to be. He had his eyes closed as he was playing the soothing melody on his lyre. If he noticed you, he took no note of it as he continued to play.

"Okay, now things are getting weird." You began to monologue to yourself. "I can somewhat explain a new loading screen message and a new voice line, but a new audio played by a character who is never supposed to be seen outside of archon quests and events? A change as big as this would've surely been advertised by Hoyoverse on social media, right? So why does it feel like I'm the first person to have discovered this? Do I consider this to be a bug or a glitch?"

However, as you continued to think to yourself, Venti continued to play his melody. As the melody dragged on and on, you began to yawn and feel your eyes growing heavy.

"Hold on. Is this melody...making me sleepy?”

Music notes began to fade in and out as they floated from Venti's lyre to your player character.

"I can't fall asleep just yet! I still need to finish my commissions." You proclaimed before leaping off the balcony and continuing your way down to the beach. "Ooh! I also may need to travel to some domains and farm for materials."

You missed the fourth hint while you jogged away from the winery. Had you looked back at Venti, you would have noticed that he stopped playing the melody before sighing with a slight frown on his face.

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After completing all of your dailies, you decided to take a change of scenery and meet up with Liyue Katherine.

"I still need to go to Wanmin Restaurant and trigger that Beetle event. Plus, the crafting table is just around the corner for me to craft some Condensed Resin!"

You were too distracted by the crafting table to notice the fifth hint of the day. Had you kept your eye at Third-Round Knockout, you would've noticed the former Geo Archon getting up from his table and walking over to you.

Having finished crafting your Condensed Resin, you began to head over to Wanmin Restaurant. But before you could...

"Traveler! A quick moment of your time, please."

Startled by the sudden attention, you flicked your camera behind you to find Zhongli approaching your player character.

"It has been a while since we last had a chat. I was hoping you would accompany me while I head to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to retire for the night. We can catch up with each other while we walk."

Too many thoughts were running through your head for you to give a proper response, not that any prompt showed up anyway. Zhongli took your inactivity as a sign of acceptance.

"Good. Let us be on our way then."

Zhongli started to walk past you, which didn't help your thoughts at all.

When his feet hit the ground, there was no visible space between the sole of his shoes and the ground. You never saw any of his clothes clip through any part of his body. In fact, you swear you saw a few wrinkles.

"Everything about him is too detailed. The walking animation, the clothes, the collision, the hitboxes; there is no way in hell everything should be so... fluid."

You started to think whether or not you should go through with his request. However, before you could make a decision, the game decided to make one for you.

The Traveler moved...but your hands were off the keyboard.

"WOAH Woah Woah woah..." You repeated as you backed your chair away from the computer. Now you were starting to think that your game was broken. You quickly scooched your chair back closer to your computer and were about to Alt+F4 outta there before...

"I would refrain from doing that."

You stopped what you were doing and looked up at the screen. Did you miss something that the Traveler did?

"As much as we all love to have you around, we know better than to have you overstay your welcome when you are clearly tired."

...That didn't sound like he was talking to the Traveler.

"I admire your persistence, but you leave me no choice, [Y/N]."

"Oh sh-."

Before you could finish your sentence, a loud buzzing sound suddenly played from your computer speaker. Almost immediately, you could feel yourself about to fade to unconsciousness. You quickly stood up and covered your ears as you tried to fight it, wondering how in the hell this sound was affecting you despite having heard it before in Sumeru. Unfortunately, the noise continued to grow louder and louder until you could no longer stand on your own two feet. You slowly slumped to the floor as the sound began to lower in volume, sensing that its job was done.

You honestly should've seen it coming.

There were too many hints that told you what was about to happen, but you either didn't notice them or ignored them entirely.

Now you're about to fall into unconsciousness against your will, all because someone within Teyvat cared about your well-being.

"How is this even possible?" You thought to yourself before you finally fell into sweet unconsciousness.

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Author Side Notes: I know that I'm not the best writer in the world, but this idea for a SAGAU story I had continued to grow and grow until I felt like I could connect all of the plot points by myself.

If anyone is willing to rewrite or even possibly continue this story, I'm all down for it. I just wanted to see if people like this sort of scenario.

I also have more ideas for SAGAU stories if anyone wants to hear them.

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fullonfandom · 1 year ago

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Source: @yandere-3-sagau

The Unawakened Creator

Yandere!SAGAU x Creator!Reader

Imposter AU

Short summary: You’re isekai’d but without anything to prove you’re the creator (you are referred to as reader/creator/imposter)

warning(s): ANGSTTT, abuse, torture, blood, gore, self-harm, mentions of suicide, masochism, sadism, plague, divine punishment, revenge

word count: 1403

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Imagine reader isekai’s and like usual they’re mistaken for an imposter and hunted. However, this time there’s no proof to show that they’re the creator. Their blood isn’t gold, their tears don’t crystallize. It really is like they’re just a regular person with the face of the creator.

With no powers and no one to believe them, reader is imprisoned almost immediately. The acolytes, so disgusted with the “imposter” do everything they can to make reader suffer before the date of their execution.

Reader’s cell is deep in the basement. Cold and damp with no light. The floor is dirt and their only companions are the rats and bugs that crawl around. The acolytes starve them for days before giving them nothing but dirty water to drink and moldy bread.

Acolytes visit them to throw countless piercing words and to have their turn at abusing them. By the time it reaches their execution date, reader is already covered in bruises with a few minor fractures.

The execution is exclusive, with only the most loyal acolytes having the pleasure to witness the downfall of this despicable “imposter.”

The acolytes gather around the reader’s pitiful form and the abuse they suffered in the cell wasn’t enough. Reader is sliced over and over again, allowing everyone to see their “dirty, imposter blood” spill.

Reader’s throat grows hoarse from begging and screaming for just a bit of mercy. Yet all that surround them were looks of disdain and some of satisfaction. Slowly, the hope diminished from their eyes.

Going insane from the pain, starvation, and humiliation, the “imposter” begins to laugh. Even as their throat is so sore from crying, the laugh is so loud that it startles the acolytes.

Disgusted by them, one acolyte decides to deliver the killing blow. A sharp spear straight to their heart. However, just as the weapon hits reader’s vital organ, there is a flash of light.

When the light fades and the acolytes regain their sight, they are shocked by the glowing golden eyes of the so-called imposter. They freeze in disbelief as they watch the previously red blood turn into a glittering golden right before their eyes.

The acolyte that delivered the killing blow has their body wracked with sobs, hands trembling.

The creator suddenly looks up at them, smiling. But it isn’t the warm and welcoming smile that they all dreamed of seeing. It is cold and filled with pure, pure rage.

The creator shuffles towards them.

In the completely silent field, the creator’s voice is carried by the wind, reaching each of the acolytes.

“Why did you stop?” the creator asks.

The bruised and cut up hands of the creator wrap around the acolytes hand that was holding the weapon.

In the front of all the acolytes, the creator uses their hand to stab themself multiple times. Pints and pints of golden blood spill out of their wounds, splashing on the ground.

Frozen with shock, the acolytes can do nothing but watch.

Despite stabbing themself multiple times, reader doesn’t flinch. However, at every squelch of the weapon entering their creator’s body, the acolytes cringe and shake.

“How is it? Is it enough? Do you need more?”

Seeing the horrified looks on their faces, reader decides it isn’t enough. They send the weapon straight into their eye, hearing the acolytes gasp and cry. The acolyte holding the weapon finally snaps back into reality and drops the weapon immediately.

All around them, the creator hears countless thuds as the acolytes drop to their knees. A chorus of cries, begging for forgiveness and for mercy.

Reader laughs at the irony.

“What’s wrong…Why do you guys look like that? Just a minute ago you seemed to enjoy watching me get sliced and stabbed.”

Apologizes stream out so fast that it hurts reader’s head.

“Oh…you’re apologizing? For which part? For torturing me? For smiling as I begged and screamed for help?”

“I will never forget a single thing you have said to me. Every action I have experienced will be forever engrained in my heart and mind. Your apologizes mean nothing.”

Reader forces the acolytes to stare at them, all of the wounds with golden blood dripping from their body and soaking the ground beneath them.

“If this is how you treat me as a weak mortal with no power, then you do not deserve my mercy.”

The creator was never seen again after that. But the acolytes know that they haven’t left, that reader hasn’t forgotten and certainly hasn’t forgiven them.

Everything that was done to the creator is returned.

Just as reader was trapped in the darkness, there is no more sun. The clouds are always shrouding the lands in gloomy darkness. Not even the stars could be seen.

Just as reader was starved, crops everywhere refuse to grow. Food from animals are spoiled almost instantly, causing the majority of Teyvat to go into famine.

Just as they suffered from the pain of their torture, the nations are filled with a horrible, excruciating plague.

The acolytes pray and beg but it only makes the creator angrier.

Where was the mercy when they were the one on their knees begging?

Years go by and the population of Teyvat begins to dwindle. The acolytes decide they finally had enough, and that even though it’s their divine creator causing this disaster and that it’s the acolyte’s own fault, the archons cannot allow their people to suffer any longer. They track down the creator with the intent to put a stop to their terror.

Reader hears that they are hunting them down and decides to let the acolytes find them.

The acolytes do not want to kill them but they hope to defeat reader so as to stop the pain inflicted on the people of Teyvat. The acolytes prepare long and hard for the battle fully aware that they’ll be going against the God of Gods, the reason for their existence.

Only, reader has no intention of winning from the start. In fact, their creator doesn’t even put up a fight. Reader wants the acolytes to succeed in killing them.

During their time alone, reader has tried to off themselves several times just to return back to their original world…but each time they tried, they failed and were forced to live in the godforsaken land that is Teyvat.

“You tortured me as a mortal, now you want to kill me as your god?…Well, then go ahead. Do it.”

The acolytes are hesitant until their creator says,

“If you fail to kill me now, Teyvat will suffer even more disaster than before.”

With no other choice, the acolytes attempt to kill their beloved creator. But no matter how many fatal blows they give the creator, no matter how many times their creator is struck down, they never die.

The creator lets out a piercing scream that makes the acolyte’s heart clench in despair. The acolytes unconsciously pull back their blows thinking that it’s a scream of pain… but it’s a scream full of anguish.

“Why?!” reader screams. “Why can’t I die?!” glittering tears mixed with golden blood stream down their face.

That’s when the acolytes realize that this was the creator’s plan all along… to leave them.

It’s not fair, reader thinks. Reader is able to feel all this pain and suffering but they are unable to die. All anger, revenge and bitterness leave the creator’s eyes as the emptiness sinks in. The creator sits there, completely silent.

Suddenly, the skies begin to clear, and green plants start regrowing all around what used to be barren land.

The creator doesn’t move an inch. They don’t respond as the acolytes speak to them. Even as the acolytes tend to their wounds, reader stays completely still like a lifeless doll. The acolytes would have thought that they had succeeded killing them if it weren’t for the endless stream of tears rolling down their frozen face.

The acolytes should be overjoyed that the creator is finally done with their revenge… but they are unable to feel anything but sadness.

The acolytes thought that the wrath and the hatred of their beloved creator was the worst pain that they could feel…but as they stare at the current state of the creator, they realize that nothing hurts worse than seeing reader, an empty shell of what they once were… and knowing that the acolytes themselves are the cause of it.

(now that I’m back im posting all of my drafts)

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fullonfandom · 1 year ago

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Source: @alleycat-arcade

Game Continue! The Seven Lords: Those Who Remain

@pastelhologram asked: Wait. What about The demon bros reaction to Mc being the Person lilith fell in love with. Like maybe an au where he's not Related to lilith but instead he's the person she fell for. Even better if They're first impression of Mc is that he didn't deserve Lilith, but as time goes on, They start seeing what lilith saw.

(This is Part 2! I recommend reading Part 1 first, which you can find here. Due to some internet issues on my end, there has been a little bit of a delay in my writing TwT. I deeply apologize for the wait! There is an off chance I may re-write Beel and Belphie's parts at some points, but that is just my inner perfectionist talking there.

Also as an apology for such a long delay, here is a link to the video that is almost always playing while I am writing fics n' stuff. No it is not a rickroll this time.)

Everburning Candle(Part 2) (Obey Me! Younger Brothers x Male/Masc! Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Mc/Reader uses he/him pronouns. Spoilers for Pretty much all of season one (Chapters 1-20), since pacts, reasoning behind certain pacts, and Lilith are discussed. I hope you don't mind me adding a few of my personal headcanons! Hurt/Comfort overall, with traces of blood and acts of violence. The book from Satan's part in not meant to be real lol. Asmo's part has mentions of sexual acts, but other than that its good. In terms of descriptions of violent acts, Belphie's is the most intense. Also I am infected with the angst plague, I apologize my dudes. But other than that its all good.

(I'm not gonna copy the whole intro to prevent it from being too long. You can find it in the first part. <3)

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Satan:

It was hard for Satan to deny that he was curious about you. Similar to Lucifer, he picked up on the fact that you had a delayed response whenever they would call you by what they thought was your name, but the unofficial detective also noted something else interesting. Oddly, you seemed wise beyond your years when in came to the topic of human history. In tandem with the Exchange Program, Diavolo had established electives for RAD students that studied both Human and Angel history. You happened to be in this class at the same hour as him, and he couldn't help but be curious about how you could barely pay attention in class yet get near perfect scores.

Yet, the Avatar of Wrath couldn't find it within himself to pay more attention to you than basic curiosity. He had quite a few other things to worry about, and a strangely smart human exchange student wasn't too high on his list of priorities. There were humans out there with eidetic memory, so it wasn't too hard to believe that you could just have a lot of knowledge about Human history that you acquired prior to the Exchange Program. At most he would stare at you quizzically from time to time during Humanity Studies, as you scribbled away in your notes that only had brief concepts of what the teacher was saying written down.

The evening after you formed a pact with Leviathan, Satan felt his curiosity spike as you suddenly pulled Lucifer away from the group to talk about something. His interest only rose as the Eldest pinned you against the wall in his demon form, your voice too far away for him to hear exactly what you had said to piss him off so much. If it weren't for the whispers of the contents of your conversation that passed around the room, he may have congratulated you for getting Luci so angry and escaping with your life.

Now, Satan had never truly known Lilith. Seeing as he had been brought into existence during her final hours and was not in a state of cognizant awareness at the time, he had no memory of those final moments of her life. At most he had the hazy memories left over from Lucifer that give him a basic concept of her features, and the stories that his brothers would tell about her. But even those stories were strained and missing details, due to their grievances of the loss of their sister.

And yet, even with a decent reason to approach and question you, he strayed away. You held likely all the answers he had ever wanted to know about the deceased sister that his brothers loved so much, but he couldn't bring himself to even speak to you. Something about being in your presence brought an odd pain to his chest, one only made worse when he'd see the ways his brothers would stare at you. Looks of disgust, anger, and sadness were directed at you, causing Satan to recoil upon contact. As much as he may mess with his siblings, he still deeply cared about them and did not want to bring them anymore grief by hanging around you in front of them.

Besides the TSL Quiz, the two of you had hardly ever spoken to each other. You were a sort of Enigma, a boy that both drew him in and pushed him away at the same time. A temptation he swore to never give into, but... he was a demon after all. And sometimes you just needed to give someone a little nudge for them to dive headfirst into their desires.

It had been an awful day for the Avatar of Wrath. Scratch that, a dreadfully awful day. Nearly everything had seemed to go wrong for him, as if the worst bad luck curse imaginable had been secretly placed on him the night before. He had woken up late and dealt with a lecture from Lucifer, tripped and fell up the stairs at RAD and nearly broke his nose, someone in class had spilled Poison Veggie Juice all over his notes and textbook and scurried away too quickly to face his wrath, and to top it all off he had realized that he both forgot his lunch at him and didn't bring any extra Grimm with him to pay for anything to eat. If he had been in a better mood he may have asked one of his colleagues to borrow a little Grimm, but he felt that if he had to talk to another person today he'd blow up in their face. Thus, once RAD was over and it was time to leave, Satan hurried home to hide away in the Library until his Wrath subsided.

What he had expected to find was the library silent and empty so he could relax, but it seemed luck was still not on his side today. The sound of pencil on paper drew his attention, now staring at you seated at the table in the middle of the room. It seemed as if you hadn't noticed him enter at all, too focused on the book in your hand that you had begun to litter with colorful sticky notes. A pile of similarly marked books sat to your left, with a slowly decreasing pile of normal books awaiting their fate sat at you right. On a normal day, with a different person, Satan may have found some respect in how you were taking such details notes about the material in your hands. But as the sound of stomping filled your ears, it was clear that he was very, very angry.

Turning your head to face him, you were met with a rather frightening sight. The demon loomed over you, surrounded with a rather violent black and green aura that almost rivaled Lucifer in terror. "Why hello, Mc. What do you think you're doing?" He questioned, an unnerving smile on his face. "I'm just marking notes in my books. It's kinda upsetting how-" "Did I hear that correctly? Your books?" You let out a sigh, before shoving your hand into your pocket and fishing out a receipt. Though you had originally kept it in case Mammon decided to sell them after you had spent hours begging Lucifer to let you buy some Human World books, it seemed like as good of a time as any to use it. You only hoped that he wouldn't stay angry at you, seeing as they were in fact your property. He was quick to snatch the slightly crumpled paper in your hand, eyes scanning over every line. As his gaze travelled farther down the paper, you could see the way that his rage almost seemed to deflate like a balloon.

His demon form was no longer present as his shoved the receipt back into your hand with a subtle huff. "I suppose that it is fine for you to mark your own books in such a manner, but don't let me find out should you ever mark any of mine." Holding back an eye roll, you motioned to the book that you had been in the middle of before he interrupted. "I don't have any plans on messing with your things. I bought these books specifically for this reason. They just have so many historical inaccuracies it drives me crazy." "...Historical inaccuracies?" Satan carefully slid his hand over to lift the cover, the title standing out in rather bold lettering. "The History of the Titanic?" You simply nodded, flipping the pages to one absolutely coated in sticky notes. "It's like they didn't even ask someone who was on the boat or worked on it! They may as well make this a fiction novel with this phony evidence they collected!" His eyebrow raised as you ranted. "How would you know that for certain?" "Satan, I'm pretty sure I would know. I was on the damn boat."

An hour had passed as you recounted your memories of events. Telling the story of how you had worked as a Butler for a rather wealthy woman who had been on the boat, detailing all you could remember about the boat and its passengers, and how you had barely escaped with your life while helping some children and their mother into a raft before the ship capsized. Curiously, he inquired about the other books that you had already marked. Some had even more notes and some very little, but you had a story for each one. Either you had been involved in the events yourself or had known someone who was, and he found your stories entrancing. It had been deep into the night before you had concluded, your throat aching from talking for so long. He asked you to stay there suddenly, leaving to fetch some tea with honey.

After allowing you to soothe your throat a little, he presented you with a question he had been holding back for a while now. "If your throat isn't too sore, can you tell me about, Lilith?" A twinkle forms in your eyes as you move to bring a journal out of your bag. You flip through the pages and tell him everything about your deceased lover, making sure to show him the images you had drawn yourself or had an illustrator draw of her. Unconsciously, Satan had began scooting closer to get a better view. It wasn't until he was practically in the crook of your neck that he noticed. "A-ah! Sorry, I don't know what came over me there." He stammered, nervously tugging at the collar of his sweater and leaning away. "No it's fine. Here, let me move so you can see better."

When dinner time had rolled around, Asmodeus couldn't find his younger brother. Satan wasn't in his room, and since there had been a sign on the library that the human was inside, it wasn't likely that he was in there. He was about to give up and tell one of his brothers that the Avatar of Wrath was no where to be found, when the sound of amused chatter caught his attention. It definitely sounded like the brother he was looking for, and where was it coming from? The library. Entering the dimly lit room, Asmo was met with a rather odd sight. Held in your hands was a rather ancient looking book, with his brother pointing at various locations in the image of the mountainous region displayed on the current page. "Oh, hello Asmodeus." You paused, a nervous smile covering your face as you noticed him standing in the doorway. Eyeing you suspiciously, he informed you about the time and left. "Ah, we'll have to pick this up some other time." Satan spoke, standing up and stretching. "Feel free to come and chat whenever. I'm almost always available, so don't worry about scheduling with me."

Like his brothers, Satan is slow to warm up to you. He doesn't hold as much against you as his older siblings do, but he still feels guilty when they glare at him for hanging around you. But eventually, the guilt of earning his brothers' disapproval is overridden by a new feeling of guilt that blooms in his stomach. The guilt of watching you wander about HOL all by your lonesome, with an attempt at bonding usually met with a scoff and a brief, strained conversation. The Avatar of Wrath is no stranger to being the black sheep of the house, especially being the only full demon in a household of fallen angels, so he understands what it feels like to be a sort of outcast.

Satan tries to be subtle in his approach to you, waiting until you've gotten on even somewhat better terms with one or two of his brothers before he suddenly asks you to tutor him in Humanity Studies. Understandably, you were a bit confused since he was one of the smartest demons-, no people in general that you've known, but you agreed to help him nonetheless. Studying sessions quickly devolved into just talking with each other whenever he felt like it, your relationship carefully going from acquaintances to tutor and student to friends and then potentially close friends.(Or even closer if you catch my drift.)

You had begun to view his room as a sort of sanctuary after a while. He almost always let you in whenever you knocked on the door, and the two of you would either speak about a mutual topic or sit in a comfortable silence. Eventually, you had begun visiting so much that Satan gave you an enchanted key to keep a hold of, in order to let yourself in when he couldn't get to the door quickly or if you left some belongings behind and he was out. The time spent in his room only increased exponentially after the Attic incident, so much so that the brothers were beginning to think you had moved into his room.

In the dead of night, when you're most likely to be in a deep sleep, is when Satan gets very vulnerable about the topic of your death. Nightmares weren't something he had frequently, and most of the time they were about him doing something controlled solely by his Wrath. Yet, these newer ones seemed to hurt more. He dreamt about inactions rather than actions, wicked dreams where he would kick and scream at his body to protect you or heal you but he remained rooted in place. In you happened to be a lighter sleeper, you might have noticed the way he suddenly would curl into you and rest his head on your chest, fragments mutters about protecting you leaving his lips and being muffled in your shirt.

When he can't be by your side to protect you, he ensures that two things are there with you in his absence. First, one of his brothers to keep you safe, and secondly a clothing item of his. It doesn't have to be anything in particular, just something he's worn enough to smell like him. Only a really, really stupid and desperate demon would try and attack you with the scent of the Avatar of Wrath hanging off of you.

Even with all of that said, for being likely the smartest sibling in the family, it took a comment from one of his brothers to fully recognize how much he cared about you, outside of not wanting to see you hurt and beating himself up for allowing you to bleed out without even trying to help.

It had been a rather cold day in the Devildom, so both of you decided to share a blanket and warm up in front of the fireplace in the common room. Satan was very vividly discussing a drama that both of you had binged the other night, with you nodding along and occasionally adding in your own points to the conversation. By the time Belphie had arrived you were near the end of the discussion, with your eyelids growing heavy and your body leaning into him. "Are you tired, Mc? Here, let me move a bit so you can rest against the arm of the couch." You tried to assure him that he didn't need to, but he stubbornly shifted around until you could properly lay your head against the plush couch. The Avatar of Sloth only made his presence know once you were half asleep, your body unconsciously snuggling against the demon sat in front of you. "It's been quite a while since I've seen him like this. Mc must care very deeply for you, Satan." His voice startled the blonde, but he did his best not to jolt or make any sudden noises that might stir you. "I-I suppose so. But what exactly is that supposed to mean, Belphie?" "Oh, nothing too drastic. I just remember that he always used to sleep with Lilith like that. He always used to say that the positioning of his hands was symbolic, like a sort of promise." A shiver ran up Satan's spine, feeling your unconscious form tug him closer to lay down with you. As much as he disliked being compared to his deceased sister, if you cared about him in such a way, perhaps he might be willing to admit he did as well.

Asmodeus:

The Avatar of Lust was fairly interested in you from the beginning. Not really as an equal or potential friend though, more so a sort very friendly acquaintance that he could toy with as he so pleased. He didn't exactly find anything about you extraordinarily remarkable besides a decent amount of scarring on your body, so it was needless to say that the demon wasn't very deeply invested in your life in the Devildom or as a whole. You were just another human, and he's met plenty ordinary and average humans over his lifespan.

Well, you did have at least one intriguing quality that would catch his eye on occasion. Besides Mammon, Asmodeus is the brother who spends the most time in the Human Realm outside of purposeful missions. What can he say? He's a popular demon to summon for some late night activities. But the point is, Asmo's met quite a few demons over the years, but none of them truly matched your mannerisms. You had a variety of different ways of doing things that mimicked modern idiosyncrasies as well as ones from times long past. The best explanation he could come up with is that you came from a rather old fashioned family, as he'd already tested the vampire approach. Plus, it was highly unlikely you were just an immortal being seeing as you had no magical abilities and the chances of another fruit of the Heavens being given to another human were slim to none. Unless...?

As it turned out, you were not the catalyst of a covered up Second Celestial War, but rather the same human from all those centuries ago. Asmodeus had been the one to properly overhear the conversation between you and Lucifer, as well as spread the rumors of your past throughout the House of Lamentation. He felt it only proper that his brothers be aware of your true colors, especially since you had such a history with all of them. Even if he'd never met your prior to the Celestial War, Asmo was aware of your existance and how much you meant to Lilith. So much so that she stole a fruit from their Father's garden to save your life, thus starting the war itself.

Asmodeus didn't really like the fact that he couldn't read you. You were just as mysterious as Solomon at times, and your past only made this trait of yours something he grew to dislike more and more. How exactly did his little sister manage to fall in love with you, some random guy with average looks and a somewhat distant personality? While Asmo's life may seem to revolve solely on himself, he does care a great deal for his family, and as such has rather high expectations for their romantic partners that he usually lacked towards his own. He may have had different opinions as an Angel in regards to his standards for himself and his family member's partners, but here and now in his demonic form, you weren't worth Lilith's time in his eyes.

Similar to his brothers, he wouldn't be around you if he didn't have to, but with him it was almost worse. Though his brothers might on occasion extend an olive branch, if he didn't need to or want something from you he wouldn't even be in the same room as you. Call it petty, but Asmo really couldn't bear your presence. Underneath all his nitpicks about your personality and appearance, was an open wound that you irritated every time he had to be near you. Perhaps the insulting thoughts towards you were meant to cover that up, to hide away the gash in his heart that Lilith's death had left behind. Or he was just really, really petty. Who knows?

The most willing interaction you had exchanged with him in quite a while was a rather odd one. Both of you had the same Art Class, that you shared with Simeon as well. Asmo usually sat on the opposite side of the room, so he didn't have to worry about interacting with you too much. Yet, it's kinda hard to avoid a certain someone when he's your partner for a rather important project. Being partners with you wasn't something that he expected since just about everyone in the class would've jumped at the opportunity, but according to the teacher you were paired together since you lived together. Seeing as the teacher slipped away before Asmo could charm them into changing their mind, he was stuck with you as a project partner. As much as he might've liked to skip out on it, Lucifer had been hounding about his grades lately and he wasn't doing the best in Art. He resigned himself to his fate as he texted you a location to meet him in HOL, reassuring himself that he'd at least get maybe a semi-decent portrait out of the whole thing. You were known as a fairly good painter from what he heard from his classmates, and it was rather hard to know so much about painting and mess up his beautiful face, right?

Setting the needle down onto the record, you carefully adjusted the volume of the music before returning to the work area you had already set up with your supplies. The vinyl in particular was one you retrieved from the Human World once you had returned to your home temporarily to gather your belongings, the album specifically being one of the indie band's most popular due to the melodious harps tied into each track. You figured it would make decent background noise as you painted Asmodeus, since it was unlikely that the demon would engage you with anything other than basic small talk. A decent variety of mediums were lined up along the base of your easel, with your portfolio neatly set in the middle of the wooden structure. As much as you were aware, the Avatar of Lust could be a rather picky person when it came to his appearance in things people would see, so you had decided to just give him his choice of medium and style in order to give him less about the final product to worry about.

You were beginning to think that he had flaked out on you when the doors to the Music Room opened, revealing the demon you were looking for in his glory. With how much time he'd taken to get down there, you would've thought he was putting on an elaborate outfit and makeup, but unless his usual appearance is incredibly complicated you doubted that. Sighing, you removed your portfolio from the easel and waved him to approach you. "Since you haven't seen much of my works, I figured that you could just look at what I have here. Just tell me whatever one strikes your fancy, and I'll try and replicate the style and medium." After placing the large binder in his hands, you returned to your stool in front of the easel and waited. Hearing a scoff sound from behind you, you stared straight ahead as you waited for Asmo to make his decision.

What Asmodeus had expected when he opened the pages of your portfolio was a set of basic, amateur level paintings that maybe increase in quality as you dive deeper into it. But what he held in his hands was something that probably could've never guessed, even if his life had been on the line. The sections had been labelled by era for convenience, starting in the 16th century and ending in the current one. Pulling back the opaque plastic covering, Asmo was met with a carefully preserved painting that looked like it belonged in the Renaissance era exhibit of a famous Art Museum. The piece itself was of an extraordinary quality, in both looks and preservation. Even as he flipped through the other works from different eras, the initial piece found itself stuck on his mind. "Hey, Mc, you made this, right?" He suddenly spoke from behind you, turning the portfolio to face you. Stretching and turning, you gave the piece a quick once over before nodding. "Yeah. It's pretty old, but if that's what you want I can do my best." "You're absolutely certain?" "I painted that thing for an entire month Asmodeus, I may be old but I'm pretty sure I'd remember my first decent painting." You tried to disguise the annoyance in your voice, settling on simply staring at him with a bored expression. "...Then this style is fine."

As you thought, Asmo was silent as he stared at you from the other stool you had set up for him to sit on. You were too busy collecting the art supplies that you needed and selecting a canvas to care too much about the way his eyes followed your every move. But as you settled back onto your stool he suddenly spoke again, making you peer around the canvas to look at him. "Where did you learn to paint like that?" "The one you picked out? Or did you mean the others in my portfolio? I've had many teacher over the years, you'll need to be more specific." Awaiting his answer, you began taking in the details of his form into your mind. "That Renaissance painting." Beginning to ready your palette, you leaned away and replied. "Ah, that. Well, I don't exactly feel it proper to call the man who taught me to make that my teacher." "What would you call him?" In surprise, you choked on your breath for a moment. Clearing your throat with a cough, you continued to speak, as not to waste an opportunity for an actually conversation with him. It wasn't often that Asmo showed any interest in things that involved you, after all. "Well, uhm, you could potentially call our relationship something of a casual one. Not heavily romantic or smitten, but not platonic either." "Ohhh, so what you're saying is you would have sex with him." A sputtering cough shook your lungs as your hands barely managed to keep you from spilling paint onto the tarped floor. "Y-yeah we did do that, but that wasn't everything. Mostly he just wanted some company is all, and I adored his companionship, so when we both weren't busy or in the mood we would just hang out and stuff. During those times he taught me how to paint."

With the most awkward portion of the discussion of your past partner out of the way, your conversation flowed more and more freely whilst your brushes glided across the canvas. No detail was spared as you began openly speaking to the demon in front of you, who was surprisingly an attentive listener. Halfway through the process of painting, he asked another question that caught you off guard. "Wouldn't your relationship have been illegal at the time? I can't imagine how upset the Catholic Church would've been." "Eh, I didn't really give a damn what they thought. The opinions of others on myself and my relationships have never really mattered to me anyway. As long as the person I've fallen in love with is safe and happy, I'll be fine. Plus, we stopped seeing each other after he took up that job for the Sistine Chapel anyway." You chuckled dryly, setting the brush in your hand down as you reached for your D.D.D. to check the time. "I hate to cut this short Asmodeus, but we'll have to continue this later. I'd prefer not to get an earful from Lucifer about being later for dinner and I'm sure that afterwards you-" "Asmo. Just call me Asmo. It's kinda weird hearing you address me by my full name." The Avatar of Lust's heart suddenly fluttered as a soft smile crossed your features. "Got it, Asmo."

By far Asmodeus was the least subtle of the brothers in his approach towards you, mostly because daily it would be just the two of you alone in the Music Room together. He would pose was you painted, chatting with you intermittently whilst your brush glided across the canvas. Once the painting had been completed to both yours and Asmo's satisfactions, you had begun speaking with him on a regular basis outside of your time in the Music Room. On the topic of the piece of art, though it did not completely resemble the style you were trying to replicate the way you had painted it just felt more "Asmo" to you. It had some of the features the original painting had, but you found your hand painting different details in that didn't quite match the era, but did match the personality of your model that had begun to shine through in your little talks. Something the Avatar of Lust wouldn't tell you until a little later is that he had asked the teacher for the original copy of the painting once the project display was completed, so that he could hang it up in his room near his vanity.

To the displeasure of his brothers who still weren't too fond of you, he had begun to show you some of the same friendly affection that he often showed his brothers and close friends. Hugging, hand holding, playful teasing, and other such occurrences became commonplace between the two of you.

Having now spoken with you for quite a while, he had begun to find some qualities about you that he found somewhat interesting, but not quite interesting enough to suddenly form a pact with you. You would still have to go through the same trials at Lord Diavolo's castle as you normally would've, allowing Asmo to see the magical energy passed from Lilith onto you in action. Only then did he choose to form a pact with you and begin letting you become genuinely closer with him, rather than the sort of pseudo-, but also semi-, fondness he had shown you beforehand.

Once you had both reached a certain level of comfort in each other's presence, he began to show you a more vulnerable side to himself. But even with that, Asmo still held back some of his own insecurities from your eyes, an unfamiliar feeling of nervousness inside of him growing at the thought of how you might see him once you saw the truest form of himself. This metaphorical dam slowly began to crack more and more as he found himself spending time around you at an increasing rate, only to burst upon your demise after Belphie was released from the Attic.

Truthfully, the demon had no clue what to do when him and his brothers found your dying form lying on the ground. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as he stared at his older brother cradling you in his arms, loud enough to drown out Mammon's sorrowful weeping that slowly infected him as well. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he reached to grasp your limp hand by the wrist, eyes darting between the brothers who knew the most about healing magic as well as your murderer. He felt oddly deflated and weak, as if his soul had been flattened like an open balloon and his body would collapse in on itself should he let go of your wrist. The beating of his heart stopped for a moment as your body suddenly disintegrated, only to come back full force at the sound of your voice from the top of the stairs.

Following the incident, Asmo became even more latched onto your side from before. It the "day"time he would still act like his usual self around you, albeit slightly more attentive to your wellbeing and general mood, but in the night his more vulnerable side leaked out like a river. Initially these sudden declines in his guarded nature were reserved for the dead of night when you were in a deep state of sleep, but he began allowing you to fully see that side of him one night after you woke up in the middle of one of his declines from a nightmare.

You didn't exactly remember what all had happened in the rather frightening dream, only that you had woken up squirming and gasping for breath in the Avatar of Lust's arms. "Are you alright, Mc?!" He fussed, taking your head into his hands and examining you for any sort of injuries. Allowing your lungs to take heavy gulps of air, a sudden dampness on your face distracted you from the fading constrictions of your chest. At first, you had thought it to have been your own tears rolling down your cheeks, but you soon realized that the droplets had been landing onto you from above. From Asmo's own eyes that darted around erratically, staring at you in every other location until they rested into your gaze. His lip trembled as the teardrops began to fall more rapidly, an involuntarily hiccup now shaking his own diaphragm. He trembled under your touch as you wrapped an arm around his waist, the other moving to rest your hand against the back of his head. Gently, you ran your fingertips through his scalp in soothing motions, pressing down light enough to lead his head to rest in the crook of your neck. "I'm okay, I promise." "M-Mc, as much as I love your embrace, I'm the one who's supposed to comfort you. N-not the other way around." Heart-wrenching sobs racked his body as his hands grasped at the sheets underneath you, clenching and releasing with each cry he muffled into your shoulder. "You don't need to bottle everything up for my sake Asmo, you can let it all out. I won't judge you for crying, y'know?"

After that night, he fully came to terms with the extent that his sister had loved you and the reasons why. Recalling conversations of long ago, you were just as much of a kind and adventurous soul that she had described. With all of that said, only one question plagued his mind regarding you. How could anyone not fall in love with a man like you, himself included?

Beelzebub:

The manner in which Beelzebub had thought of you initially was similar to the way he would've thought of some lesser creature that one of his brothers had brought into the house like one would a pet. Like how a human who wasn't a stranger to butchery would view their sibling's new pet chicken. You were weak and needed to be looked after of, but also something that could make a decent meal if not for their owner's attachment to them. It was fairly obvious to those involved that the Exchange Program would very well crumble at the seams should any harm come to you, so eating you was off the table.

Beelzebub had interacted with you infrequently prior to your conversation with Lucifer, though most conversations could be summed up easily as small talk. He had slowly started to began to put in some effort into being around you once his brothers had gotten a little more friendly with you, finding it almost heart-warming the way that Mammon seemed to hang around you like a lost puppy and Leviathan eagerly tugged on your sleeve and rambled about his interests and hobbies. Perhaps if you had spoken with Lucifer later, both of you may have bonded a little more than the very baseline friendship that you shared.

Though he wasn't the last of his brothers to find out, Beel had been in the dark for a short period of time. Actually, he had been planning on asking you to accompany him to Hell's Kitchen as a sort of congratulations for sort of winning the TSL Quiz, his treat of course. But once the news of your past reached him, the extra "All You Can Eat!" voucher he had gotten for you now sat crumpled in the bottom of the communal bathroom's trash can. He was unsure as to what exactly had deeply upset him about the sudden news, but he was upset nonetheless. Perhaps it was because you had reminded him of a guilt he still struggled with, the guilt of failing to protect his sister. Maybe he had begun to shift some of the blame for Lilith's demise onto you at some point, seeing as she had started the Celestial War to prevent your death. Or maybe Beel saw you as someone unworthy of his sibling's love and adoration, some random guy that had swept his sister off her feet who was the same as any other human, similar to Asmo. It was hard to accurately place his feelings towards you, and this only unsettled and discomforted him more.

Avoiding you wasn't something that the Avatar of Gluttony had to put much effort into doing. It wasn't often that you crossed paths or spent long periods of time in close proximity, as before he mostly only came into contact with you when you'd be around his brothers. All he really had to do was stop talking to you to fully ignore you. Occasionally you'd try and speak with him, Beel would cut the conversation short by using Fangol or his hunger as an excuse to leave your general vicinity. It became a common situation that he would wriggle out of talking with you, using the excuse of needing to go to Fangol practice that moment or he would be late, only for you to later realize it as a lie when you saw him talking to some of his teammates in the hallway as you walked by with your silent Guardian Demon. Eventually you took the hint and gave up approaching him, resigning yourself to a melancholic silence in his presence.

Following your resignation in seeking him out, he would at times occasionally forget you were still in the House of Lamentation and living with them. If it weren't for the brief moments he'd see you at meals or Mammon's complaining, Beel would've thought that you had moved into the Purgatory Hall by now. There were even times where he wouldn't even see you at meals at all, not noticing the fact that the extra serving of food in that night's dinner had been meant for you and not something to keep him from snacking on his brother's plates.

One night, Beelzebub had been the one to seek you out. Not of his own volition, but rather at the request of Lucifer in order to get you to come in for dinner. Where he found you was quite an unexpected location for a vulnerable human in the Devildom, a secluded corner of HOL's garden that if he hadn't heard strange noises coming from he probably would not have found.

A soft smile crossed you face as you sat down on the bench, carefully removing a very precious object from your bag as you hid away in your favorite spot in the garden. The instrument glistened brightly in the moonlight, illuminating your surroundings in such a manner that made your harp appear as it was glowing. Sliding your fingertip gently along one of the strings, you couldn't help but admire Simeon's handiwork. The harp was something of an ancient relic by itself due to its age, made apparent by the wear and tear it had acquired over the years despite your best efforts of preservation. It had meant a lot to you that the Angel you had slowly come to view as a friend had repaired the object for you, not only because of the effort he had put into its restoration, but also the meaning behind the harp itself.

With trembling fingers, you gently plucked at on of the strings. The soft hum the vibrating chord let out released a deep sigh from your chest, a feeling of tranquility vibrating throughout your body as the sound faded out. You tested out a few more of the chords, getting a feeling for the different pitches of each string. While it didn't sound exactly as you had remembered it, you couldn't find it in yourself to complain about the miniscule detail. It had been hard enough already to find someone capable of repairing a Celestial harp, let alone anyone who could bring the instrument back to an almost brand new quality.

In the beginning, you had just been strumming without any real rhyme or reason, trying to adjust yourself to playing the harp that you had stopped yourself from even touching for many, many years. Slowly, your inconsistent notes feel into a familiar order, becoming more and more complete until it had became a proper song. The song was one deeply ingrained into your mind and perhaps even your soul, one that you could never forget even if you tried. As your fingertips glided across the strings, memories of a flower field came to mind. It was almost as if when you shut your eyes you could feel a pair of soft hands covering your own, guiding you to play each note with the gentleness and warmth of a summer's breeze. With each note that sounded into the hidden area, you could feel it reverberate in your chest, like you had been plucking at your own heartstrings rather than a musical instrument. You had almost reached the climax of the song when the sound of footsteps approaching caught your attention, snapping you out of your dazed stated. Turning towards the sound, you locked eyes with a pair of violet ones.

Practice had been rather rough for Beelzebub, and the demon was looking forward to returning home. Lucifer was on cooking duty for the night, so Beel couldn't afford to miss it. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy his other brothers' cooking, but something about the way the Eldest cooked made it taste so incredibly delicious. Plus, it wasn't often that Lucifer prepared dinner. The enticing scent of his brother's cooking flooded out of the doors as he entered the House of Lamentation, drawing him to pursue the source. Beel had almost made it through the doorframe of the kitchen, when an invisible barrier suddenly blocked his path. Oh, Lucifer must've cursed it to keep him out again. But even through the thick door and strong curse, Luci could still hear the resounding thud when Beel had hit the barrier. Slowly, the eldest cracked the door to the Kitchen open just enough to see him, speaking an order to him quickly before closing the door once more.

Thus, Beel began searching for you throughout HOL, his stomach growling viciously all the while. Though he'd loved to have given up by now and just gone to eat, Lucifer had specifically said that he wouldn't be allowed dinner should he not find you. Seeing as the punishment had happened before, Beel knew that his brother wasn't messing around with him and would keep his word. A bundle of distress had began to form as he strolled through more and more rooms, finding no trace of you in any of them. His brothers didn't have any clue where you had gone off too as well, surprised that Beel hadn't found you in your room as usual. There were only three places you might be at this point, and with the other options being the Catacombs and the jaws of some random lesser demon, he headed towards the garden first. Maybe you had gotten lost in it somehow, chasing after some sort of scaly-backed rabbit or some lost homework. But as an entrancing song began to sound from one of the farther corners, the idea that you may have been lured in by a siren came to mind.

As he approached, the song became clearer. The first thing he recognized about it was the instrument type, a harp that left a twinkling feeling in its general vicinity. This effect was common for Celestial harps, something that Beel had not heard nor seen since after the Fall. Vinyl's and recordings could not accurately sound and feel the same as the actual harp, so it was off the table that you could have just been playing something off of your D.D.D., leaving him with only one conclusion. Somehow a harp from the Celestial Realm had made its way into the garden of the Seven Avatars of Hell, and someone was playing a tune that Beel nearly knew by heart. Finally, he made a turn into a clearing that had been hidden by a pair of branches that were easily nudged away. A familiar scent of honeysuckle and lavender struck his senses as he entered the space, finding you seated on a bench with something clutched closely to your chest. A Celestial Harp with very distinct engravings running along its golden surface.

"Beelzebub? What are you doing here?" Your eyebrow raised, lowering your defensive posture slightly. The slow relaxation of your arms gave him an even better look at the object in your grasp. "Beelzebub, did you need something? Why are you getting so close-" "That harp. That's one of Lilith's." His form cast a shadow over you even in the dark, and the way the moonlight highlighted his features made the way that he loomed over you even more intimidating. "I- ehm, yes. Lilith gave me this harp as a gift, a very long time ago." You had closed your eyes to try and add a little confidence to your words, but they snapped open at a sudden shift in weight on the bench underneath you. "Can you play that song again?" "I... I guess?"

The way that you played this time was far more shaken and nervous than it had been prior, but you eventually lost yourself to the music and properly played the chords. You longed to feel the sensation of your memories as you had done before, but a different feeling coursed through you with the flow of the rhythm. Closing your eyes did not make you feel as if you were in a different place, but rather made you more in tune with your surroundings. Each object created a sort of aura that lit up your brain, as if it were some strange type of echolocation. The aura that struck you the most radiated from the demon sat beside you, this warm red that came in pulsations with hollow gaps in between. It reminded you of the very first time Lilith had taught you the song, whispering into your ears to feel the life all around you. Eventually the song came to a close and you opened your eyes.

"That's a song that they always used to teach young Angels in the Celestial Realm. Despite being a kid's song, Lilith always loved it and would play it whenever she had the chance." Your gaze locked onto Beelzebub as he leaned forward on the bench. "Lily always played it when she would wait for me in our meeting place. She liked to call it 'Our Song' and really wanted me to learn it. So, we spent years going over the same tune until I knew it by heart. Even now it is engraved into my very soul." A fond expression crossed your face at the memory. For a moment it was silent, until the sound of your text ringtone went off. Several messages from Lucifer lit up the screen, inquiring of your location. "Oh, it's dinner time already? Why didn't you tell me?" Beel didn't respond, still sitting in silence. You had begun to get up and walk back towards HOL, before his hand suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. It was a bit of a stronger grip than you would've liked, but you could tell even then he was holding back. "Did you need something, Beel?"

"...Mc, can you play that again for me some other time?"

In the beginning, Beelzebub simply just wanted to hear that song again and again. Songs played on a Celestial harp weren't just something you could record the audio of and play it back or even played on a different instrument, they needed to be experienced in person on an Angel's harp. The days that he pulled you away into the secret spot in the garden were at random, but slowly increased in frequency over time. It reached a point where you would keep the harp on your person just in case Beel wanted to hear it. Originally, neither of you would talk following the performance of the song unless it was about Lilith, but over time the talks about his sister faded away and were replaced with talks about each other's days and questions exchanged about personal interests, histories, and such. The song slowly became an excuse to be around you, rather than just a simple desire to hear what he had known as "Lilith's Song".

You were beginning to grow on him, and when you had the gall to protect him and Luke he began to develop respect for you. Once, he had thought of you as a reminder of his failure and the Celestial War, but he had begun to see you as an equal now. A human worthy of his pact, despite the complicated history they shared together. The scent of lavender and honeysuckle had been something he used to avoid, tying it to you being nearby, but now it was something Beel wanted to be surrounded by. It was a smell that reminded him not only of you, but of Lilith as well.

While he had disliked you in every meaning of the word before fully getting to know you, something he had never truly wanted was for you to pass on. And after getting to actually know you, the desire to keep you safe and especially alive bloomed and grew. So finding you in a battered heap at the bottom of the staircase torn his heart in two. He could sense the way Belphie felt towards you and understood his contempt, but an unfamiliar anger boiled deep inside of him. Beel couldn't bring himself to hate his twin in any regard, but still he was upset by his actions. This inner turmoil left him rooted in place, staring with very minimal reactions other than despair and sorrow. Once again he had failed to protect someone he loved, a thought that ate away at him as he watched you die in Mammon's arms.

Prior to the Attic incident, most of the time you spent with Beelzebub was very contact free. Just simple discussions or comfortable silence, perhaps with a brief touch when he'd pass you a piece of food that he wanted you to try. But following your demise and later revival, Beel seemed to want to touch you as much as possible. If he wasn't having you sit on his lap or vice versa, he enjoyed being pressed up against your side. Particularly with one of his hands resting against one of your pressure points so he could feel your heartbeat.

Nightmares were something he had on occasions, but none were more frequent than the nights following your death. Most of them were just replayings of the event, but sometimes the dreams could be incredibly cruel. Mixing your death with Lilith's, mocking voices surrounding him, showing his brain's interpretation of Belphie killing you that made him feel even more like he could've prevented it, or all of those things at once and more. Waking up from a particularly nasty dream sent him seeking you out immediately, needing to make sure that you're alive and okay. Though usually just feeling your pulse or having a brief conversation with you would soothe the ache caused by the nightmare, he found that he couldn't properly sleep unless you at least slept in the same room.

Beelzebub knew his devotion to you from the moment he formed a pact with you, one made out of respect rather than the transactional agreements commonplace in many others he formed before yours. But the sensation that Lilith had always felt for you was a gradual increase that sprouted from your times in the garden. From a mutual respect grew fondness and longing, steadily blooming into what his little sister called "love". This bloom truly burst one night as you lay slightly together, his arms holding you close to his chest as you willingly nuzzled against him. Shockwaves of warmth and fullness coursed through his veins at the action, and he pulled you in tighter. In that moment he deeply understood why Lilith had done such a stupid and reckless thing to save your life. If it he been him and you in that situation, he too would've done the same.

Belphegor:

Belphegor knew your face long before the Celestial War. Like his sister, he too had been fascinated with Humans, perhaps even more than Lilith had. When Lilith had first met you, you had met her brother not too long afterwards since Belphie had come to retrieve her before the others noticed them missing. He grew to know you as Lilith's friend, and later Lilith's lover, a man that he would recall the face of when his sister would go about her lovestruck ramblings despite hardly knowing you himself. But after the Fall your face was nothing but a stain on his mind. His contempt for humanity rose more and more by the century, with you as personification for the whole species.

So when the very person that he felt to be the sole cause of his sister's demise ascended up the stairs, he recognized you in an instant. Surprisingly you did as well, rushing over to the bars with a worried expression. His blood boiled at the way you called him "Belphie", gritting his teeth and digging his nails into his palms to keep him from desperately swiping at you from the bars. The desire to escaped his confinement tripled the moment he locked eyes with you, if it weren't for the bars that separated you he likely would've ripped you to shreds. But, he needed to stay calm. There was no way he would be able to get out of the Attic without your help, and if he made too much of an uproar it may alert Lucifer to his plans. Ditching the plan to trick you into thinking he was a human, he tried his best to convince you that he was still an Angel. Sadly for him, you weren't as naïve as you may have been all those years ago and he confessed his true form. Only after that did you agree to help him. Watching you descend the stairs, he began plotting your downfall.

Reasonably, he was upset when you had confided in his brothers the truth about your identity after meeting him. Putting distance between yourself and his brothers put a heavy dent in his plan, since you would need all of their pacts in order to destroy the barrier keeping him locked away. The night you had told him he had stormed away from the bars in a huff, and refused to talk to you every time you would return to the attic door after. Only after you repaired your bond with Beel did he speak to you, but it took the formation of Satan's pact for Belphie to actually look at you.

Your conversations with each other were always brief and stinted, unless Belphegor began to feel your trust in him slipping. He'd put on the façade of kindness whenever you began to grow hesitant to go along with his plans, empty promises and forced pleasantries flowing easily through his lips. These "sweet" moments made him grow angrier at you as well, but not just because he was talking to you. Something about speaking with you in such a kind and attentive manner pissed him off to no end, only made worse by the residual feeling of uncertainty you left him with each time. Uncertainty not in your trust in him, but his own ability to fully enact his plans. The very thought that he may not have actually wanted to kill you all along infuriated him.

But once he found you standing alongside his bed in the Attic with the door open behind you, the uncertainty he held was drowned underneath the waves of the ocean of resentment and anger that had built up over the years. A sudden feeling of unbridled joy overtook him as you gasped for air whilst he strangled you, the joy carrying over and growing in intensity as you drew closer and closer to death. Even as his brothers crowded around you he felt nothing but the rush of adrenaline he had gotten from seeing the despair and betrayal in your eyes. And then, seeing your teary-eyed form reappear alive at the top of the stairs crying joyfully about the tales of Lilith's second life as a human, left him feeling nothing but hollow.

Though he may have acted with a fondness and admiration towards you following your revival, Belphegor couldn't shake this feeling of remorse. And how could he not? He had killed the very man that his sister had loved so dearly, her love that transcended beyond her first and second demises. While he did want to repair his relationships with you and his brothers for what he had done, for a while he just avoided you entirely. Avoiding you was something difficult since you seemed to almost always actively seek him out, so one of the only escapes he could use was sleeping. Belphegor was aware that you didn't like waking him up and bothering him unless necessary, so he pulled the sudden slumbers out of the blue quite often.

To fully avoid thinking of you though, he couldn't be in his own dreams. If he did have a dream it often involved you, and no amount of dream manipulation could get you out of it once you were there. So, he went into the dreams of others instead. Most of the time it was of lesser demons who just happened to be asleep at the time, or occasionally it was one of his brothers'. Unfortunately, it seemed that a divine force was getting very upset with this dancing act he played with you, because one night he found himself stuck in one of yours.

Initially, the Avatar of Sloth had thought he was in the dreams of some random lesser demon. The open valley in front of him wasn't something he was at all familiar with, and from the amount of discarded armor and dried blood on the ground it didn't seem like a place he would've wanted to be anyway. His attempts at changing anything in the dream were strangely ineffective, and it seemed all he could really do inside of it was wander about and watch. Shuffling through the mounds of metal, he found himself at the edge of a campsite. While the area itself lacked any living beings entirely, a transparent illusion hung over the deserted scenery. One of a grand feast, adventurers clinking together mugs of ale and chatting over heaping plates of meats and fruits.

A certain person at the center of it all stood out to him. The face of a man he could never truly forget. Belphie wanted to run and get out of your dream as fast as possible, but curiosity held a tight grip on him and only beckoned him closer. You appeared overjoyed in the scene before him, happily downing another mug as you spoke in a tongue he'd never heard you use to a man next to you. The merriment of the atmosphere around you was infectious, and it almost brought a smile to his face. Almost. Because any sort of joy he got from seeing you so happy was quickly replaced with despair.

The man you had been so eagerly chatting with had seemed like a friend of yours at the time, reciprocating the same friendly conversation with you as you had given to him. Yet, seeing the way that he now stood over you, bleeding out onto the ground, he no longer looked like a friend. A tremble had set into his fingertips as he watched the sudden scene of betrayal, noticing each and every detail of the exchange. The way the stranger had for a moment lovingly cradled your face before quite literally stabbing you in the back, scurrying away as the drunken fools surrounding you finally caught on to the situation at hand. Dread filled his mind as he slowly backed away from the scene before him, unable to look away until he could no longer see you behind the crowd surrounding you. Had someone betrayed you in such a way before? Or was this your way of coping with his betrayal of you? He no longer had to wonder these thoughts any longer, as he backed straight into someone.

It wasn't unusual that you would dream of past events, memories of times long gone. They weren't always pleasant, as that'd be impossible without outside interference, but the bad dreams didn't effect you as much as they used to. You could still be caught off guard by certain things or deeply immersing dreams, but most of the time your dreams were reacted to with indifference. As such, the memory of tonight's dream wasn't one that really effected you. You remembered the location fairly well upon waking up in the medic's tent, and as you exited you prepared yourself to rewatch the memory as you had before. What you weren't prepared to see however, was a trespasser in your dreams. A very familiar demon with a cow pillow clutched tightly to his chest. While a part of you wanted to call out to him and ask him why he was here, you were more curious of his reaction to the scene before you. It wasn't often that people would enter your dreams or used spells to watch your memories, and their reactions were almost always interesting. Standing behind him now, you waited for the scene to conclude before confronting him.

As he backed into you, you lazily wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel him jolt but not pull away, eliciting a soft chuckle from you. "Whatcha' doing here Belphie?" He didn't respond, but the discomforted hums and way his eyes darted about were decent enough as an answer. "Eh, why you're here doesn't really matter. Did ya' like the show?" "...No. Why would someone like that?" In response you shrugged, releasing him from your grip and sitting down on the ground next to him. "This memory in particular just always reminded me of a stageplay is all. Perhaps Simeon could use it in one of his stories." You brought a hand to rest underneath your chin in a thoughtful pose. "Have you been betrayed liked this before?" Belphie spoke, still standing up next to you. The way he balled up his fists and looked away from you made it clear that the dream was upsetting to him. "I guess you could say that. But I guess it makes sense in this context, y'know? Assassination attempts on war strategists were pretty commonplace back then. It's nothing I'm not used to after all, I've had far worse."

The silence following that statement was almost deafening, enough that it made you uncomfortable to the point where you'd have to talk about the elephant in the room. "Don't worry about the whole Attic thing, Belphie. It's fine, I'm not mad at you." A sudden sniffle caught your attention, drawing you eyes towards Belphegor. He still refused to look at you, but the way his shoulders shook made it clear he was holding back tears. Reaching out a hand, you grasped his wrist and gently tried to tug him to the ground beside you. This action seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, as the Avatar of Sloth crumpled onto the ground beside you, curling in on himself. "Belph-" "Why? Why aren't you mad?" He sobbed. You paused, taking in the situation before you moved closer to him. Of course he tried to recoil from your touch, but once you trapped him in a sort of sitting down hug he knew that unless he gave you a really strong kick you weren't going to let go of him. "Belphie, I was upset at first. Being betrayed and stuff isn't the most fun thing in the world. But, I'm not mad. I'm not claiming that I know what you've been going through all these years, but I do understand your struggle. Your contempt for the world that took someone you loved so dearly away from you. If I was in your situation, I feel that I likely would've done the same." Another sob racked his body as you ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact as you brought him closer to your chest. "I've come to terms with everything and I do forgive you. All I hope is that you can forgive yourself."

In the morning, Belphegor wasn't in his room when Beelzebub had come to wake him up for RAD. His twin was certainly surprised when Lucifer said that you and him had asked to take the day off of school with the excuse of being sick, but decided to simply ask the two of you about it once he got home. Unbeknownst to the rest of HOL, both of you sat in your room, snuggled closely together as a movie played on the nearby television. The tears that stained Belphie's face were slowly fading, as the pact mark on the base of your neck glowed a faint purple.

Forming a pact with you after that night was a sort of promise on his part. A promise to never allow harm to come to you ever again, by his hands or otherwise. It was a spur of the moment idea that he took and ran with, something largely uncommon for the Avatar of Sloth. If he was forming a pact under any circumstances he would've spent time and thought out what the individual was offering to him in trade, but he threw himself into the pact as soon as he had woken up from your dream. He didn't quite care what lie you had told to his older brother about your absence for the day, all he really wanted to do was spend it with you. Your touch had suddenly become intoxicating, and the scent of honeysuckle and lavender was now deeply engraved into his memory. Even if his brothers had already explained everything about pacts to you before, he made sure that you knew just as much control you had over him. He wanted to make you feel secure around him, and know that he would never want or try to hurt you again.

While he may be at your command, Belphie is still quite mischievous and lazy. It takes a bit to fade back into it, but the way he treats you now is more akin to how he treats his brothers, albeit in your case a little more intimate. Should you be seated anywhere in his vicinity and dare to have nothing taking up the space on your lap, you best believe that you'll gain a new lap warmer within the minute he sees you.

Besides Beel, he really doesn't have any desire to share your precious time with any of his brothers, the Royals, or the Purgatory Hall. Complaining about it to him gets them nowhere, as he simply nuzzles himself into your neck deeper and uses the excuse of having spent the least time with you.

A feeling that you accidentally kickstarted within him is the spark of curiosity he had long ago about Humanity. You are pretty much the closest thing to a living Human History book, and if you remember a certain event he's going to probably ask you about it. At times Belphie can be as deeply interested in listening to you speak on a topic as Satan, but you have to be careful about certain details. Bringing up foul and painful memories makes both of you uncomfortable and lengthy, uninteresting things make him fall asleep, so you have to cherry pick certain things. The topic he finds himself most interested in oddly enough is basic household appliances in the Human World, besides the refrigerator. Belphegor now desperately wants a Roomba to take over when its his turn to vacuum, but gets upset every time that he sees that they aren't on Akuzon.

Belphie thinks a lot about the Attic incident and your forgiveness of him. While he still may not forgive himself from doing such a thing, he slowly coming to terms with it as well and making steps to better himself and your relationship. You often make sure to let him know to take as much time as he needs, seeing as you aren't going to die of old age anytime soon. He does not like that joke.

It takes a very, very long while for him to be open and honest about his own nightmares that involve you. He can't bring himself to describe the details of them to you, and even recalling the events of the dream is painful enough as is. If you're asleep while one of these dreams are going on he'll often escape to your dreams, unless the one you're having is much worse. He'd rather sit through another one of Mammon's money dreams than watch something terrible happen to you, even if you say that those memories don't effect you.

Coming to terms with how deeply he truly cares for you is a bit of a rocky road. Sure, he doesn't want to see you hurt and thrives off your happiness, but he also feels guilty about his past actions still. It takes some time, but he eventually allows himself to begin indulging in your happiness and joy instead of hanging around and cuddling with you just to give you brief moments of joy. Over time he realizes just what he felt about you, a feeling that had built up from the moment he'd first met you snowballing into the current day. Something that Lilith had always told him about. That feeling was love.

Out of all his brothers, Belphegor is the most insistent on you remaining in the Devildom. It would make a lot of things easier for you as a whole since you wouldn't have to keep moving around and lying about your identity, and he also just really wanted to keep you around.

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Game Start! The Seven Lords: Those Who Remain

There we are, got that up and running for ya'. Gotta say though, I'm surprised you managed to find such an old cabinet. Feels like its been here since the 9th century or something, haha.

(Ayyy hey we go! I really should just keep splitting these into parts by default since I nearly always get carried away lol. Part 1 for today, and part 2 soon! Hope you enjoy!)

Everburning Candle(Part 1) (Obey Me! Older Brothers x Male/Masc! Mc/Reader)

(You ready for a long one? 'Cause its gonna be a long one lmao. If I notice any mistakes after posting, or if you inform me of any, I will correct them as soon as I can. Shoutout to the Luci and Levi simps in the discord for helping me write their respective parts. There is a 60% chance I may rewrite Mammon's part again ajdieff)

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"The Human World was full of many tales, some more truthful than others. The tale of the Ancient Wanderer was not one well known to many, as the story had become more and more fragmented over the years. There was a time that many people who had met the Wanderer had come together to write a complete novelization of their individual encounters. Sadly, the evening that would make its 10th anniversary of existence was the same night it was stolen, and the library it was stored within burned. Only inaccurate copies remained, as many of the gathered writers from all over the world had passed peacefully not to long after the book's creation. The only detail that remained from the original story was the scent that followed the Wanderer, what would be known in the modern era as honeysuckle and lavender. With the book gone, that left the Wanderer as the only bearer of the true story. No one knows where this mysterious being is now, or if he even existed in the first place. Many historians believe it to be a simple shared delusion, or perhaps another fanatical story similar to more common mythos. Some had gone as far as to compare them to the biblical figure of Cain."

Your gloved hands closed the thick history textbook as you finished, setting it aside on the mahogany table in front of you. "So, do you think you can remember all that for the next exam?" This prompted a sigh of disdain from the individual beside you. "Mc this stuff is way to hard! Why can't you just let me copy off of you? Everyone knows you're the top of the class!" A chuckle bubbled up from your throat, and you reached over to rustle your classmate's hair. "That's exactly why you can't copy me. Now, you keep practicing, okay? I've been tutoring all day and I really just want to go home and take a good long rest." Their pleading eyes softened, before finally sighing and letting you head home.

Perhaps if the library corner the two of you had studied in did not carry the heavy smell of dried mango and energy drinks, your classmate may have noticed the scent of lavender and honeysuckle waft through the room as you left.

Once you reached your apartment, you quickly closed and locked the door before slumping against it. After throwing off your gloves, you reached a little ways down your shirt, just enough to pull of the necklace that was hidden underneath. The preserved feather was lighter than air and almost looked as if it were floating in your palm. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you ran your fingertips along its vane. You did not wipe them away however, allowing them to fall as the memory of a flower field filled your mind. You had lost track of how many years it had been since the day you had first laid out in the small forest clearing, but your mind could never forget one clear detail.

Lilith.

You had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but when the strange woman had kneeled beside your sleeping form you had instantly become enthralled in her. She had this sort of overwhelming glow about her, as if she were one of the very Goddesses many families in your town served and worshiped. Yet, though her appearance may had drawn you in, it had been the rest of her that bound your heartstrings to her fingertips.

The two of you spent many days hidden away in your secret flower patch, giggling about how each other had managed to slip away from their respective families for the day. Your meeting were not long at first, sometimes lasting minutes at a time before the woman you'd come to know as Lilith would return to her family. But minutes turned to hours, and in some cases hours would turn to days. Your heartstrings would flutter each time she drew closer and closer to you, and your heart nearly gave out when she'd first ran her fingertips through her hair.

You remembered the day she'd asked you to keep two secrets. You had simple hummed and nodded, head resting on her lap as she gently stroked it. "Swear to me you won't tell as soul." Your eyelids fluttered open at the seriousness in her tone. Her nervous expression stared back at you, awaiting a response. "I swear on my life, Lilith." You spoke, lacing your hands into hers and giving them a reassuring squeeze. She took a deep breath, before speaking once more. "I'm an Angel, Mc. A being from the Celestial Realm." Confusion crossed your face, which Lilith took as a queue to set you head down in the grass and stand up.

An enchanting glow covered her form as you sat up, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjusted, you found her standing before you once more. Her eyes peeked over at you behind her elegant white wings, a nervous wobble taking over the halo above her head. Wordlessly you stood up, approaching her slowing and gently parting her wings enough to envelop her in a loving embrace. "You're beautiful, Lilith. Thank you for telling me your secret." You whispered. "So, does that mean you're ready for the second secret?" You responded to her question with an affirmative hum. Another deep breath grazed your ear as she leaned in. "I'm in love with you, Mc." A smile covered you face as you pulled away and pressed your forehead against hers. "I love you too, Lilith. I love you no matter what. Whether you're a demon, human, or angel doesn't change that fact what so ever."

The sweet memory began to subside, replaced by ones bittersweet and or painful. Falling ill with Lilith at your bedside brought pain to your chest, but it only worsened as the memory of her bringing to you a stolen fruit from the heavens that cured your deathly aliment. She had disappeared that day, leaving you alone once more. A century later you had found her again, choosing to ignore the curse that had come along with the fruit as you showered her with as much love and care as you could manage or afford. The two of you travelled the world until her body could no longer keep up with yours. Though you and Lilith had bore a singular child together, not once did your reincarnated lover accept your marriage proposal.

A stinging pain shot through your heart as your last memory with Lilith coated your mind. She laid on her death bed, a less common demise for a human at the time overtaking her body. Age had caught up to her despite your best efforts, and you couldn't hold back your sobs as you pleaded with her. Your children and grandchildren watched with eyes full of pity as you desperately begged for her to allow you to be wed to her before she perished, but they knew Lilith as good as you did and knew she'd still refuse. Her wrinkled hands held your tear stained face one last time, placing a kiss to your forehead before whispering something to you. "One day, you'll find another who can give as much love to you as you have to me. Our time together may end now, but I promise you a part of me shall always remain with you and the rest of the world." Your denial of her demise had lead you to travel the world in search of her, hoping she would once more return to you as she'd done before. A journey that led you to become know as the Ancient Wanderer.

As days turned to months, months turned to years, and years to centuries, you remained the same as you had been when you'd first consumed the sacred fruit. Your body had gained some alterations, mostly in the form of battle scars, but otherwise you were the same as before. Same age, same height, same face, and same heart. One would've expected you to have become bitter at the world, and for a time you were, but you relaxed into a routine that somewhat soothed your aching heart. For as long as you could manage the lie, you'd act out the made up story of your choosing. Most often you found yourself in the role of a mysterious student who was far more intelligent than the average college freshman and had no visible family figures. Once people started to become suspicious, you'd move onto the next role.

The current person you had pretended to be was quite similar to your usual performance. It had been a good handful of years since you'd first enrolled in the small town community college, and as far as you knew no one had begun to suspect a thing. Perhaps you could achieve a PhD in this false life, you wondered to yourself as you stood up from the door. Yet the thought was short lived, as your body began to plummet through the floor the second you had moved to remove your coat.

You laid splayed out in front of a group of strangers now, groaning out a series of complaints as you struggled to rise from the ground. The false name you'd been using currently fell from a rather cheery looking stranger's lips, the hairs on the back of your neck raising as the male stood beside him eyed you suspiciously after your delayed response.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

Lucifer:

It was no secret that the Eldest of the Demon Brothers had been suspicious of you from the beginning. The first time you had failed to react at the normal speed one would respond to their name, he had written it off as a result of the rough landing. Yet, as the action became more and more frequent, his suspicions grew. It was as if you were waiting for a different name to be called, one not mentioned anywhere on your documents.

You had engaged in many other strange behaviors that had caused him to become on edge around you, but the realization of who you actually were had never truly set in until a day after you had formed a pact with Leviathan. Lucifer's eyebrows had furrowed the day you had pulled him away, confused by your sudden directness with him since you usually avoided him like the plague.

One would assume that the Avatar of Pride would be good at keeping secrets, but he had become enraged as the name of his deceased sister slipped out of your mouth. His demon form glowered over you as you confessed your true identity, and if looks could kill you would've been seeing Lilith again. It was hard for his brothers to ignore the way Lucifer was acting, especially against Diavolo's Exchange Student.

Neither of you made a noise as he processed the information, the aggressive look not leaving his face as he trapped you with his wings. Before him stood the human that his little sister had fallen in love with. While he was almost impressed you'd managed to survive for so long, something about you seemed... wrong to him.

In his eyes, you were nothing short of lackluster. A meek, pitiful human that Lucifer could not comprehend how his sister had fallen in love with. Perhaps a version of himself with a fraction more humility may have, but the Avatar of Pride could not. Were you truly the person Lilith had sacrificed everything for? How could you possibly be the one he'd sworn allegiance to the Demon Prince to send his sister back to? You fully expected him to attack you, but he simply set back, a look of disgust painting his features.

After the encounter, somehow word had spread to the rest of his brothers about your past. Lucifer would attempt to stop his brothers from distancing themselves from you, but he knew they'd only grow to resent you more than they already did if he forced them to hang around you. At most he managed to ensure that Mammon still protected you from any harm, but it was obvious that the rest the Exchange Program was going to be rough.

But one night, something changed. It was as normal a night as any, with him and his brothers eating in the dining room as you sat alone somewhere in HoL. He had tried on multiple occasions to get you to eat with the rest of them, but you could see the forced politeness in his eyes whenever he invited you to sit beside him.

You would've just eaten in your room again that night, but Beel had already gotten to your portion of the meal. None of the others would share with you, so you chose to simply roam the dark halls. Lucifer sighed in exasperation after finding out secondhand that you hadn't yet eaten. Once the meal was finished, he put together a decent sized portion of the food remaining in the fridge onto a plate and looked for you.

A breeze fluttered the ends of his coat as he pushed the glass door open, closing it behind him as he approached your position on the balcony. He had spoke your name, your real name, but you did not react at all. Your eyes looked dormant as you clutched something small against your chest. "Mc, did you not hear me? I told you I brought you food. I'm aware you haven't eaten since this morning."

Lucifer waited for a response for a while, but not a single noise came from you. After setting the meal beside you he turned to leave, until your voice spoke from behind him, barely above a whisper. "She had the prettiest eyes, y'know?" The Avatar of Pride turned back to face you, perplexed. Your grip on the object in your hand had loosened, revealing something pure white and soft. As a Fallen Angel, it was something fairly easy to recognize. An Angel's feather, specifically one plucked from the area closest to the previous owner's heart. If he'd not know any better, Lucifer would've thought that you had received the Courting Item from Simeon.

"Lilith?" Despite knowing the answer, he still spoke the question. Unless you had another angelic lover, there was only one person you could've been speaking about. You simply nodded, beginning to trace the ridges of the feather.

His mind told him to leave the conversation at that. To return to his study and finish the mound of paperwork he'd still had to complete by next week. And yet, his body disobeyed.

He was just as surprised as you were when he rested his forearms against the balcony beside you, the only space separating you and him being the plate of food. The demon ignored your surprised eyes and sudden nervous fidgeting, choosing instead to breath out a sigh and look out into the backyard's garden. "Can you tell me more about her? As a human I mean. If you've managed to remember those details that is." Your gaze softened despite his somewhat surly tone, and you turned to look at the garden as well. "Of course I remember. I'd be a damn awful boyfriend if I didn't."

With the dry chuckle now released from your lips, you began to recount anything and everything about Lilith. Even what felt like the smallest of details were not left out, and you'd only occasionally return to the Ancient tome you always carried around to recite certain details. You'd even said something about his sister that he didn't even know, from long before she had died. Though the Eldest gave no visible reaction as you spoke, your recollections were actually stirring up quite a storm of emotions inside of him. It was as if the stages of grief were swirling around in his stomach all at once.

At some point you had begun to lose track of the conversation, simply beginning to recount the rest of your life up until this point. The Avatar of Pride couldn't bring himself to stop you from getting off track, as your tales of the Human World over the years were rather enticing. His heart thrummed with intrigue as you recounted stories of warfare, and oddly felt light as you described what were know as the Seven Wonders of The World. You only fully realized that you had gone off track once you finished telling him about the Qing Dynasty, as sheepish smile crossing your face.

It had been at this point that the storm began to subside, only to be replaced with a sinking feeling. Guilt was not an unfamiliar emotion, he felt it quite often in circumstances that involved his family. Rather, he hardly outwardly expressed these feelings, favoring to lock them deep into the recesses of his heart. A sudden twinge filled his chest as he recalled the treatment you had been receiving from him and his brothers, drawing him away from the balcony. He tried to ignore the surprise on your face at his curt apology, before returning to his room.

Lucifer had never apologized to you before, or at least since you'd told him about your past. But now he had politely excused himself with one. You weren't even sure as to what he had fully said to you, your brain more focused on the fact that the word "sorry" had even left his mouth. A demon you'd come to recognize as a man smothered with pride had never acted this way towards you, most times he'd simply leave your presence without a word unless you were in front of Diavolo. And even then it sounded forced, unlike the natural apology that he had uttered upon leaving.

Around dinnertime the next week marked the moment you fully recognized the change in the Eldest's behavior. He'd called you away to his office to speak about something, telling his brothers to eat without the two of you. The scent of freshly grilled salmon hit your nose as you followed behind him, and he beckoned you to take a seat beside him. The meal laid out before you was much more plentiful from your usual meal, and you could almost imagine how difficult it must've been to get this in here while also keeping it so warm and fresh. "Go on, dig in. The fish is not going to bite back, you know?" Confusion muddled your mind at his rather playful tone, carefully cutting off a piece before taking a bite. It was...

Delicious. As if you were indulging in a Five star meal at a fancy restaurant in the Human World. Your apprehension died down with each bite, and you swore if you had a tail it would've been wagging at the speed of sound. "You like it, I see. Good, I had Hell's Kitchen deliver it so we could dine together. Its a type of salmon called "The Demon King's Salmon". We're in the middle of their mating season right now, so that means they're more wild than usual as well as more rich in flavor." You had been nodding along absentmindly at first, but slowly you realized just how much this must have cost and nearly choked. Coughing into a napkin, you tried your best not to waste the pieces of salmon stuck in your throat. But it seemed you just needed a comforting pat on the back to swallow properly, one that nearly sent you into a state of shock.

Worried crimson eyes examined you as Lucifer gave firm pats to your back, only stopping once the choked noises stopped. "You frightened me there, Mc. Do be more careful when you're eating." His words of comfort hit your eyes, nearly rattling you at your core. "J-jeez Lucifer. You're uh, acting a little different today. You doing alright?" He couldn't meet your eyes after you spoke those words, choosing to instead eat some of his own food. "I'm fine, Mc. I simply recognized that haven't been the best host is all."

Though it wasn't something the two of you did every night, you had formed a routine where you'd have dinner in his office and chat. It became something to look forward to for you. His brothers had noticed fairly quickly, but the Eldest would waved off their questioning. Lucifer had even begun walking to, around, and from RAD on the days Mammon didn't feel like it.

When one of them had interrogated you suddenly, you couldn't say you didn't expect it. They searched for a pact mark on your body, and questioned you about magic and curses. It took a while for it to settle into their minds that Lucifer was hanging around you of his own choice.

The Avatar of Pride had let you become close to him, and that was nothing less of an inhuman feat. Becoming a casual acquaintance of his was something hardly any demons could manage, but here you were. A human sitting together with him in the late hours of the day, dining with a fresh bottle of Demonus.

Nevertheless, you remained in your current space in his heart for a while. It was not until you had finally managed to bond with his siblings that he slowly let you through the many barriers that encased it. After the Attic incident, he spent a lot of days deep in thought. Lucifer hadn't realized the effect you seemed to have on him to its fullest extent until now, and seeing you dying in his brother's arms brought a pain to his being that he hadn't felt since the Fall and Lilith's passing.

You found yourself in his company more often than not. If you weren't hanging around his brothers and trying to repair their trust in Belphie, he was at least in the same room at all times. Upon his request, you had even slept in his room a few times. Should you have not been comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with him, he bought a futon for this explicit purpose. One that is comfy as well as enchanted, for easy storage. He'll be quite persistent on having you take the bed, but with enough pressing he'll give in. The scent of honeysuckle and lavender began to cling to every surface in his room, creating a rather soothing smell.

Even as you grew even closer, Lucifer cherished the nights you spent alone together discussing whatever you felt like. Most of the time you would lead the conversations in the stories department, seeing as you had a surplus of adventures over the years in the Human World, but he chimes in with a few of his own every now and then.

On night in particular, a memory had come to mind a little while after you had left to fetch something from the kitchen. You had just wrapped up a rather interesting story about having met a famous pianist in the past, and the memory had surfaced after you excused yourself.

"Lucifer, you simply must meet him! His tales are so enchanting and his voice! Oh his voice, big brother! It puts any lyre in Heaven to shame." Lilith swooned, her hand excitedly tugging on the Seraphim's sleeve. The Eldest brother simply smiled down at her, ruffling her hair before ushering her off. "I'm sure he's lovely, Lilith. Now, head back with Beel and Belphie soon. It's getting late, and I'd appreciate if you can make sure they both eat and sleep tonight. You know how they are some days. I'll return once Michael and I are finished here."

Lucifer recalled how he had once originally thought of the man he'd known as Lilith's crush, and later lover. Though he only knew most of the details about Mc from before secondhand, it was obvious that his sister was head-over-heels for the human. Even as an Angel, he'd pictured you quite different based off of her descriptions. While the details she had told him were most certainly true, albeit a little over the top at times, Lucifer had once viewed you as what he believed to be the perfect man for his baby sister. Perhaps it was why he felt so disappointed upon realizing your true form, realizing that you were not some idealized version of yourself he'd made up in his head all those years ago.

His thoughts slowly deteriorated into something far closer to what he'd once teased Lilith about. Simple praises fading into mentally praising nearly everything about you. Hearing footsteps approach his door snapped him out of his small daze, now fully aware of the irony of the situation. Lucifer bit back the laugh that threatened to spill from his lips, leaning back in his chair as the door creaked open.

Mammon:(I have rewritten this so many times im djefifhs)

At first, you had been quite a nuisance to the Avatar of Greed. A living being he had become tethered to, initially metaphorically but later physically. To say the least, Mammon was not exactly thrilled to be acting as your guardian. It had taken a while for him to really even notice anything off about you, as most of his thoughts towards you had been complaints.

He may have picked up on a few after forming a pact with you and helping you with a few things, but nothing that he could fully set in stone as weird or out of the ordinary. His usual crowd tended to be witches, sorcerers, demons, and the occasional human creditors, so it was hard to completely pinpoint what would be seen as abnormal human behaviors.

Before your conversation with Lucifer, Mammon had found himself feeling rather strangely about you. Despite being pretty close to a self-proclaimed Casanova, he struggled to grapple with the way he felt around you. The tightness in his chest seeing you sit closer to Beel than him, the pattering of his heart as you gave him the gentlest of friendly touches, the redness in his face at even the smallest word of praise. Seeing as he couldn't comprehend the feeling, he chose to reject it. All the while failing to notice that he still seeked it out.

Maybe if the nature of your past had been revealed to him later on, when he wasn't in such a state of emotional turmoil, he may have taken it better. Or it may have stung far worse. But what was done was done, for better or for worse.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't slightly hurt that you had not been the one to reveal it to him. Mammon would've preferred hearing it directly from you, not from another one of his brothers who happened to be close enough to overhear. Upon hearing the news, he's torn between making a beeline for you room and demanding answers or avoiding you entirely. As your Guardian slacked off from his job more and more, it became clear he chose the latter.

Any sort of progress you had made into some sort of bond with the Second Eldest brother was further back than you had started with in the first place. He once more became standoffish and brash, his holier than thou persona of the Great Mammon cranked farther past eleven. Through his external mask, you could see the fragments of hurt underneath, but that hurt faded into something more malicious.

Unless he absolutely needed to be there, he was often nowhere to be seen. A part of you missed seeing him barge into your room like an excited puppy. Still, you weren't completely lonely. It was relaxing to be in the company of the members of the Purgatory Hall. Solomon and you had actually bonded quite a bit over your similar life experiences, often spending your lunch breaks and the occasional weekend chatting and exchanging stories.

On one such occasion, Mammon happened to overhear the two of you in the common room. He hadn't meant to stick around, rather he was simply looking for where Lucifer had hid Goldie that morning. Yet, something stopped him from leaving. As he stood in the doorframe, he found himself listening intently to what you and Solomon had been discussing. Although it may have been a little invasive, perhaps it was for the best that the Avatar of Greed had chosen to be nosy.

"Ah, the tea has gone cold." Solomon chuckled, setting the cup back onto the saucer. "Have we really been talking for that long?" "So it seems. Well, it gives me an opportunity to showoff some more spells for you." You raised your eyebrows as the Sorcerer rolled up his sleeves. He uttered a few words that you recognized as Latin, loosely translating to something along the lines of "return aquatic warmth". The phrase brought a smile to your lips, catching his attention after the spell had ran its course. "Is my spellcasting that impressive, Mc?" His voice held an obvious teasing tone to it, earning a laugh from you before you gently waved him off. "It certainly is Solomon, but that's not what I was thinking of." Though he pouted at your words, he urged you to continue. "I was just thinking of how long it has been since I've heard someone speak Latin, let alone as fluently has you just did. Hell, I haven't spoken it myself in years after that brief span of time I worked as a Latin Professor in England."

"A lot of your stories revolve around that geographical location, Mc. If it's not to prying, may I ask as to why? Personally I prefer much more fair weather areas." Solomon questioned in between sips of tea. For a moment you paused, perplexed by the question. While you had visited a variety of different places all over the world, you failed to notice that most of the time you found yourself in the general area of the set of isles. "Well, the only reason that comes to mind is that I met Lilith there." You spoke after some time, unaware of the way a nearby demon perked up at the name.

The Avatar of Greed watched with bated breath, listening as you detailed how you had first met his sister. His eyes couldn't help but follow your hands as you put emphasis on certain statements, unknowingly leaning in while you continued. The way that praises fell from your lips so easily made it clear to both members of your audience that you truly loved the Angel, to such an extent that it actually reminded Mammon of her. He'd always teased Lilith in the past for how much she'd ramble on and on about just what she loved about a human male that she had met one day after sneaking away from the Celestial Realm. Despite all his teasings, he had never challenged her love and admiration for the boy she'd fallen for. Most of the time he had outright encouraged it, failing to notice just how deeply Lilith's devotion to her lover was. But hearing just how equally devoted you were to her brought forth a rather painful realization.

After the Fall, Mammon had grown to resent you. Or at least who he imagined the man that his sister started a war to save, one that she would later die in. When she'd first fallen for Mc, he'd imagine that the human would be a simple crush that she'd soon get over. Even if she had delved into a deep relationship with you, Mammon still did not believe that she would go as far as to go against their Father's wishes and mess with a human's lifespan. With grief fogging his mind, a cruel caricature formed of the man that he felt was directly responsible for the death of his little sister. His brain had latched onto this version of Mc as a form of stress relief, something to direct his frustrations towards in between caring for his brothers. Honestly, it was easier of an idea for him to deal with at the time, as most of his emotional effort went into assisting his brothers in coping with the Fall and caring for the demon birthed from the remains of smoldering wings. The idea of you being an actually decent person was often ignored, pressed to the back of his mind.

Yet, you were nothing like he had imagined. Kind, caring, devoted, and many more words described you far better than what Mammon had portrayed you as. Once the secret of your past had been revealed, he'd once more thought you to be the selfish being he had once believed you to be. But still, you remained the same person he had originally formed a pact with. In that moment a deep feeling of regret settled inside of him, for not only his actions but the way he had always thought of you.

"Mammon? What are you doing here?" You voice shattered his train of thought. Looking into your worried eyes, he suddenly realized just how close he was to you and Solomon. While he had been deep in thought, somewhere along the line he had begun drawing closer and closer to the couch that the two of you sat on. In his current position he had been nearly breathing down your neck, and though his sudden closeness did startle you, the troubled look in his eyes kept you from acting out of fear. Instead of responding, the demon instead began to stutter with a flushed face before scurrying off. "He's been there for a good 30 minutes now, you know. He was just standing in the doorway before."

The day after that night, you were suddenly overcome with the feeling of being followed. The sensation only faded when your Guardian demon was beside you, an event that had become more and more frequent. Though not an immediate process, you found Mammon at your side more and more often. This was not limited to the times that you were outside of the safety of HOL either. Even inside the house you found him seeking you out, giving a half baked excuse with a red face when you asked about the reasoning behind his sudden clinginess. You were aware that he had overheard you speaking about Lilith the other night, but it was surprising to see the sort of affect that it had on him.

Mammon wasn't incredibly quick to ease back into the way you would be around each other before, but it wasn't awfully long until he was once more glued to your hip. Actually, he was a lot more glued to your hip than before, putting in the effort to keep true to what he had promised you. A part of you wished his other brothers could have been there when Leviathan and Lucifer nearly had a heart attack seeing Mammon become so alert and protective of you.

While you hadn't received a proper apology from the demon, he was definitely acting far sweeter than before. It seemed that Mammon was more of the "actions speak louder than words" type. If you had seen something you wanted, it wasn't long before in ended up somewhere in your bedroom. Needed someone to come with you to something? Mammon is at your side in an instant. A lot of his "tsundere" personality is somewhat toned down a good bit, still sorta there but not as strong as it had been after you'd first made a pact.

Something he'd also become fond of was taking you with him on late night drives. While his brothers may have complained about the loud noises so late in the day, especially Asmo and Luci, they eventually gave up on reprimanding the two of you. Most of the time Mammon would just drive until either you fell asleep or he grew tired, but occasionally he would take you out to quiet spots where you could see the stars. On those nights, Mammon would wait for you to fall asleep before scooting close and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Though you may not have been awake to hear it, it brought him some form of solace to whisper words of adoration and a promise of protection into your ear as you slept.

Alas, he had failed you once again as a result of his brothers' scheme to bring you and Lucifer closer. The pure agony in the sobs that shook his form were potent, enough to make Belphegor at least pause his chaotic laughter at your dying body in Mammon's arms. Mammon had not cried as hard as he did that night since the Fall, and the sound of his pained wails brought back heart-wrenching memories of his smoldering wings and bloodied face. He was only somewhat soothed as you managed to come back to life, pitiful wails dying down into loud sobs while he buried his face into your chest. The sound of your beating heart and flowery smell soothed him to sleep that night, the only thing allowing him a peaceful sleep.

Mammon quickly went from glued to your side to attached at the hip. If you were going somewhere he insisted on accompanying you or at least making you take one of his brothers with you. He settled down a good month after the Attic incident, trusting you to call upon him should you need him. You even have a custom ringtone on his D.D.D. that's louder than any of his other contacts. One time you had called to ask him about something and stubbed your toe in the middle of conversation. The noise of pain alerted him and he threw the phone aside and began dashing to your location. The second he saw you, he hurried over and began checking for any injuries.

One night, Mammon fully recognized just how devoted he had suddenly became to you. Fond memories of how Lilith used to speak about you came to mind as the two of you sat together, watching a movie in his room. He could no longer focus on it, despite the amount of explosions and special effects, instead lost in thought while running his hands through your hair. A soft smile crossed his face as he looked at you, the glow of the TV seeming highlighting you in a way that made you look ethereal. He wanted nothing more in that moment to snuggle into your exposed neck, but you had caught onto his staring too soon. He'd simply have to wait until he either had another lucky moment or he gained the courage to actually confess the feelings he held towards you.

Leviathan:

Leviathan wasn't exactly suspicious of you before or after the formation of your pact. You were just some random normie to him at first, but a random normie he could use to get his money back from Mammon. He had begun to view you as a sort of friend after sealing the deal with you, someone to spend time with him despite his tendency to get carried away while talking. While he didn't spend as much time with you as his brothers did, which was mostly his own fault, Levi still enjoyed your company.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel some excitement whenever you would accept his offers of bingeing anime or a video game marathon, to the point that he'd began thinking about buying a few things to keep in his room to make you feel more at home. A decent handful of Human World or Human-safe Devildom snacks were in his Akuzon cart, alongside a few custom gaming things. Levi had held off on actually purchasing these products though, as he didn't want to come off too strong and weird you out. The two of you had just recently became friends, so you hadn't fully set boundaries with each other yet.

It's fairly likely that he's the last of the brothers to actually find out about your past. He probably wasn't in the same room when you had pulled Lucifer away for a chat, nor was he aware of the word spreading around the house about you. Watching his brothers suddenly distance themselves from you confused him, especially when Mammon refused to be in the same room as you. He had continued interacting with you as normal, deciding to just ask you or one of his brothers about it later.

You happened to get to him first about it, on a day that he had made plans for both of you to watch a recent anime that he'd been keeping an eye on for months. In the days leading up to the release, he'd been excitedly telling you all the details that he knew from the manga it was based off of as well as some of the leaked promotional art, with you giving your own personal input. Underneath the dim lights of his room, you and Levi sat through some commercials as you waited for the show to start. It was then he had brought up the question, and although you were nervous to tell him, you felt it best not to keep him in the dark. Plus, it felt better to tell him yourself rather than one of the others telling him.

Though you tried to go about the topic of your past in the gentlest way possible, finding out who you actually were still upset him greatly. When he shifted into his demon form you were worried he might've attacked you again, but he simply began to sulk on the floor and tell you to leave. Reaching out to him to offer some comfort only upset him more, and once he started hissing you took it as your queue to leave.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was more mad about, the fact that you were Mc, the same one his sister loved, or that you had been lying to him about your true self. Truthfully, he felt betrayed by the whole situation. He may not be the best with friendships, but he felt hurt that you didn't confide in him first. Both before and after the Fall he had not had much of an opinion on the boy that Lilith had fallen in love with, but the Envy that coursed through his veins suddenly brought forth a resentment he had never held before.

No matter what form Leviathan had taken over the years, whether it be an Angel or Demon, he'd always found himself in a high ranking military position. Once the intial years of morning had passed, Levi had accepted the role of the General of Hell's Navy. In a way, it helped him ease into being a demon better than the time he spent locked away in his room. While he wasn't always actively commanding, most of the time that wasn't spent on his interests was spent training or strategizing. He didn't really have time to dwell on his thoughts on you.

Yet, as the feelings of Envy and years of painful memories clashed together in his mind, an unfamiliar rage filled him. He too began avoiding you and would yell at you to go away if you asked to come into his room. You came to realize that if you wanted to try and fix things with him, you'd likely need to catch him when he was outside of his room. Thus, you hatched a plan to draw him out slowly.

Though he was one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, it was rare to catch the Avatar of Envy out and about in town. Unless he had to go grocery shopping, Levi would only be seen out of the house whenever an important anime or game event was happening. This day in particular happened to be the release of a new game that he'd been looking forward to for years now, eagerly watching the development from the posts of the team's official Devilgram.

By the time he had got there the line was already fairly long, making the demon slightly nervous. Sure, he could always get a copy later, but these specific copies from this specific store were incredibly special in comparison to the other ones. They were limited edition copies that came with all of the DLC, as well as a figurine of the main character and a few replicas of in-game items. He'd tried to arrive as early as possible since the store had placed a rule against camping outside the entrance for a set amount of time, but he was held up by one of Lucifer's lectures regarding his grades on Seductive Speechcraft. Arguing with him or trying to escape would've only made him sit and listen to Lucifer for longer, so he begrudgingly sat through his older brother's lecturing and ran out the door once he was finished.

The line itself was full of a bunch of different types of demons, some of them being people he recognized from the Navy or a few of the Devildom's conventions. The other people were not as rowdy as he expected, but seeing as the doors wouldn't open for another hour they likely wouldn't be worked up by now. Seeing as he was going to be there for a while and didn't really have any desire to chat with those around him, he decided to pull out his Demontendo Switch and play some Devil Crossing.

Halfway through planting a new tulip garden, the line began to fill with chatter around him. Checking the time confirmed that it was about 5 minutes until the doors would open, so he was quick to save his game and prepare for the inevitable rush to get inside. As much as the owners of the shop would've liked there to be a calm, single file line, demons tended to be rather unpredictable. Leviathan still remembered the day of the most recent "The Seven Lords" release, after a Wrath demon ended up in quite a scuffle with a Greed demon over the last copy. It was rather likely that something similar would happen again, since the limited edition copies were so, well, limited.

When the doors finally opened, everyone rushed inside as expected. Levi had memorized the location of the display that would hold what he was looking for a few days prior to release, so he eagerly weaved in and out of the crowd to get to it. Yet, upon reaching the display, he was met with a sight that at first disappointed him, and then confused him. The shelves had been completely empty by the time he reached it, but as an envious rage began to stir within him he found an odd sight at the far end of the display. He hadn't expected to see you here of all places, let alone crouched so low to the floor in front of a rather pissed looking demon. Levi couldn't see exactly what you were holding onto, but over the chatter of the other customers he could make out that you had something that the demon in front of you wanted.

Getting closer, he was surprised to see a small pool of red beginning to stain the yellow carpet below you. Were you bleeding? Did the demon attack you? While he still didn't want to be around you all that much, he knew an awful punishment would be awaiting him should he let you get yourself killed over whatever you were so latched onto. He thought the demon would've put up more of a fight when he loomed over both of you in his Demon form, but they simply scurried away in fear. You slowly uncurled yourself to look at your savior, locking eyes with the otaku you hadn't seen in weeks. "Hey Levi! Thanks for the help." Levi cringed a little at the way you smiled up at him, bleeding heavily from your nose and acting like it wasn't there. Once you finally stood up and turned around, he saw what you had been practically guarding with your life. The box set of the limited edition copy he had been looking for was clutched closely to your chest, albeit with a few droplets of blood smeared across the surface.

"I'd say that I didn't expect to see you here, but to be honest I did. I was just hoping that I would've got in and out before you got here." You confessing, rubbing the back of your neck in an embarrassed manner. "Why? So you could buy the game before I could?" His tone made you flinch for a moment, but you continued to keep your pleasant composure. "I'll explain soon, just wait for me outside, okay?" "...Fine."

After a couple of minutes you met up with him outside, the box cleaned of crimson droplets and your nose thoroughly cleaned but still bruised. "Sorry about the wait, Miss Honey wouldn't let me leave before she took care of my whole broken nose thing." You chuckled nervously. "Miss Honey?" Levi mused in an uncouth manner. "Ah, yeah. She's the owner of the shop. I worked part time here for a bit and sorta became friends with her? Miss Honey is an older lady, so she doesn't have many people to talk to besides her grandkids when they visit. But, enough about that. Here." Eagerly, you presented the box to him. He raised an eyebrow at you, analyzing the situation before quickly snatching up the box. Levi found no sort of damages to the box and all of the collectables were inside, confirming to him that you weren't pulling some trick on him. "I was gonna just leave it in front of your door with a note, but since you're here now I might as well give it to you." "Why are you giving this to me? Do you want something?" It was understandable that he thought you may have had ulterior motives, but you didn't take it personally. "Oh, no no! I just remembered that you said you were really looking forward to this game so I wanted to get it for you. Miss Honey let me line up in front early so I would have a better chance at getting it." "I... I... uhm." "Well, I'll see you back at the House of Lamentation. I'm feeling a little lightheaded."

It took Leviathan a bit to come to terms with what he had just witnessed. You had gotten into a fight with a demon that could very well kill you, only to give him the very thing that you had been fighting to keep. Memories of you smiling yet bloodied face came to mind every time he looked at the box, and he couldn't bring himself to open it up and play the game he'd been waiting so long for. He fully expected you to demand some sort of favor in return for the game, but you never did. The most you had mentioned anything about it was when you asked him if he was enjoying the game while he escorted you around RAD in Mammon's place.

Similar to Mammon, he preferred to ease into being around you. Lingering in the same room at a distance, only closing the gap when he felt more comfortable in your general vicinity. You remained patient with him, allowing him to inch closer and closer at his own pace. The biggest step he had taken with you was inviting you into the common room to watch the anime from before, muttering something about never getting around to watching the show and you had already wanted to watch it with him anyway.

He had never been too comfortable with touching before you had confessed to him about your past, but something in him made him want to bring you physically closer to him. Butterflies filled his stomach as his pinkie crossed over yours one night and you made no move to pull away, instead linking yours with his.

Only after the Attic incident did he allow you back into his room, and if he was being honest he never wanted you to leave once you entered. You allow him to coddle you, the upset expression he gave you when you tried to do things on your own too heartbreaking to bear. Want something to eat or drink? He just so happens to have some Human food here, let him get you some. Bored? Come out of the bedtub and play some games or what some anime with him. Just make sure you grab the Henry controller and headphones. Lucifer had to fight quite a bit with Levi to get him to let you go so you could attend RAD. Even so, Leviathan attended more in person classes just to be around you. With how much he followed after you like a lost puppy, he was beginning to make Mammon jealous.

On nights that you've fallen asleep in his room and he's left alone with his thoughts, his mind sometimes drifts to Lilith. He never had time as an Angel or Demon to dwell too much on his sister's praises of you, but as the memories returned to him he couldn't help but smile. "I've never met a man as sweet as Mc. Not even an Angel could compare to how kind he is. He's such a massive sweetheart." Lilith had swooned one night in a conversation with Belphegor. His eyes drifted towards your sleeping form, focusing on the fantasy amulet hung around your neck. The same one that had come in the box set you'd given him. "You are a sweetheart, huh?" "...What was that Levi?" ".......aaaaAAAAAAA"

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(I woulda posted this sooner but I was uhm, as the cool kids say, "Hungover as fuck" multiple times) (I only drink on holidays lmaoo my alcohol tolerance is shit)

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