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Lucifer and Ra-on 4

Summary: Ra-on asks you if Lucifer hated Asmodeus. There's obviously more to this question.

(Was gonna write something fluffy for Lucifer, but my Ra-on is a parasite in my brain and he just...showed up. Now I'm stuck between fluff for Lucifer, or that juicy juicy angst of a Lucifer finally seeing the Angelified Companion in their non-lucid state. I am open to being convinced.)

"Hey," Ra-on pipped up after he finished savoring the last drops of his tea. Not coffee, not an energy drink or even caffeine pills. Tea, that he made himself. Alright. "Can I ask something, about Lucifer?"

…you know Ra-on and his many telltale signs. Know of the way his eyes would flicker erratically whenever he's deep in his fantasies, or of the way his hands would dig deep into his pants as if he wanted to rip them off and jack off right there and then. There were more obvious ones, like drooling or shuddering in his seat as if about to take off like a rocket, but you haven't seen those in a bit.

Right now, sitting across from you, was just a tired friend. Pallid skin, glazed over eyes as if he could fall asleep right there and then, hair a frizzled mess, and shoulders sagging with an untold weight. Suddenly, he snapped at attention and hunched himself over his mug, muttering a "Sorry" all the while.

You waved his worries away, kicking back in your chair as you basked in the morning sun. "Depends, but ask away."

You will not be warning him twice.

"Oh? Oh, okay," a sigh nearly deflated him into a boneless pile. Seems like he was thinking on that for a while. "Does… does Lucifer hate Asmodeus?"

"…that's a loaded question." Ra-on's grip on his mug tightened, cheeks burning red because you never fail to see right through him. You know Ra-on and he knows you. He never asks simple questions, so you can't give him a simple answer. You have to cut right into the heart of the matter. "What brought this on?"

Ra-on drummed his fingers on the raised lilac print on the ceramic. "Nothing bad. I didn't see them tear at each other I just…I don't think Lucifer has hissed at him. Or, or frowned in that…that disappointed way he does to me."

There it is. Not exactly as straightforward as you would've liked, but this was basically Ra-on's version of baring his soul to you. The fact he's willing to do it at all is…good. Nice even. Perhaps one day he'll finally build a sense of self-value that doesn't rely on the people he considers hot and hot only. Wouldn't that be a day to celebrate.

"If I have to be honest, I don't think Lucifer has anyone that he hates." You can't describe him as this boundless heart that loves anything and everything, but you also can't say that he's this apathetic devil that wants nothing to bother him. Hell, you've seen the way he reacted to the name Solomon but even then you can't describe that as hatred. "Whatever is going on between Lucifer and Asmodeus, I'm pretty sure that's their way of having fun. If Lucifer wanted nothing to do with him, he wouldn't sit next to him at every meeting. Or even say anything to him for that matter."

It also doesn't help that whenever Lucifer says something to Asmodeus, usually insulting or biting, the King of Abaddon would laugh. Not the haughty laugh he'd give to devils that puff their chest in an attempt to look brave, but the ones he'd give when he was a little bit too tipsy at the bar. One where a joke, however dumb it may be, hit him in just the right place.

"I see. That's…" Ra-on trailed off, looking back down to his hands.

"Hard to believe, I know." You could be wrong, you're only human after all. But as far as you can tell, you don't think you are.

"So, I can say that, he doesn't hate me?" Ra-on's voice had shrunk to an almost squeaking point, with a little shiver of hope just underneath. His eyes were flickering all over the table, not daring to look at you as if afraid of what you'll see. Of what he's day-dreaming about. "That he might, you know…"

Oh boy. Time to wrangle him back on the ground.

"He certainly doesn't like you, if that's what you want to hear, buddy." Man, that brings up a memory. You are not going to get railed by the band at their concert just because you got a backstage pass, Ra-on.

Ra-on's forehead connected with the table with a slam. "Yeah, yeah I know…"

You patted the back of his head, huffing out a laugh when Ra-on gave a sad and mopey groan. He'll get over it. You know true misery on Ra-on when you see it.

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Asmodeus 2

Summary: You're not in the best head space, so you go and find yourself a quiet spot under the sun. It wasn't long before Asmodeus joins you. You ask him why he visits your home, visits Earth.

(I have vibes of Asmodeus and I am trying to express them. Hope this is interesting you all.)

There is little you know about Hell itself. You know it's filled with devils that indulge and encourage desires, to the point of ignoring anything and everything that bores them. You know they follow a hierarchy that's bound to cannibalize itself as soon as this tentative truce breaks. And you also know that Hell is frustratingly ignorant about human beings despite their access to them.

You've seen the libraries of the devil kings when they manage to whisk off Ra-on. Labyrinthine things, and the section that's dedicated to humans? Long out of date, and very, very small. As if it wasn't a study worth looking into.

Humans are not worth it if they can't be fucked. Those libraries you've visited? Filled with books written by devils that tell you which humans are worth targeting and which should be ignored. Those devils that initially expressed interest in you? You're less than wind, not really worth acknowledging.

And so you ask Asmodeus, the very embodiment of this carnal freedom every devil indulges in, this on one random afternoon on a blanket you brought, "What's your reason, for your visits on Earth?"

This morning was…a time. Ra-on decided to sleep in so you decided to wander around. Enjoy the morning. It was quiet and calm, at least, no battles to worry about so far, and little sign of any invasions as far as you can tell. But, quiet days tend to make things louder. Make your own human existence louder. Make the fact that you're not quite…welcome here louder. And when you're not welcome, you're not really treated like a person.

So, you tucked yourself away, found a part of this city that was calm and wasn't strangling itself to block the sun. Here, you can pretend you're back home for a little bit.

Of course, it wasn't long before you got a visitor. Asmodeus, of all people. He didn't say anything. Merely settled down next to you, sunglasses on his nose as he unwrapped his robes to the open air. He's odd, and predictable to you to an extent.

He's also never failed to draw the chaos away from you when you simply aren't fit to handle it. He told you of this spot too. You suppose he needed his quiet time.

"I've met and mated with every devil in any kingdom imaginable, I thought I saw all that there was to see, and humans, with their infinitely short lives, never fail to surprise me." Mated, of course he'd say that. "Devils are slow to change, you know. While there is delight to be taken in familiar flavors, I have never been a devil that's been satisfied with routine."

"Really now?" Devils, stagnant? Well, you haven't been here long enough to know. Because too many devils are unwilling to engage with you. You want answers? You have to be entertaining. You have to be cutey or pathetic or worshiping. Do something that isn't you, and only then will they say something.

...and that makes Asmodeus all the more odd to you, in the same way Lucifer is.

"And so, I scurried off towards the world of humans. And my, what a trip that was. Eye opening really. That gap within myself when I realized how little I knew of humans? It hungered to be filled." The sparkle in his eye and the wagging of his tongue was a common sight to you. Irritating on some days, and a little irritating now. "Of course, once I had a taste, how could I not fall in love?"

But, not as much. More, funny than it is irritating.

You raised an eyebrow. "Love, huh? Having a hard time believing that."

Asmodeus's face relaxed, settling into a smile that was just the slightest bit smarmy. "Devils can't lie," so he sang.

"I know," you sighed out, a whisper of a smile on your lips. Then, you felt a sharp nail poke your cheek. "…what is it now?"

"You're smiling," his voice was low and giddy, as if he was telling you a juicy secret.

"…I am. And?" Why state the obvious?

"And? I'm just enjoying the simple joy of it. Is that wrong?" Asmodeus continued to tap at your cheek even though your face was back to being as blank as ever. He was still smiling, still looking at you with an odd fondness that you're still not used to seeing any devil that wasn't Lucifer.

"Nah, not really. Can you stop touching me now?" The sun's nice and the blankets too comfortable for you to want to move.

"Will you bite me if I don't?" Ah, there's it is, the classic dip into sensuality as soon as the prospect of your bites come up. You don't need to look at him to know his cheeks were flushed, mind hazed over with fantasies of your teeth on his neck. And other places. Asmodeus still hasn't stop trying to goad you into biting him.

"I'll leave if you don't," Only then did Asmodeus relent, lips pulled into a frown.

And would you look at that, you're smiling again. For all of Asmodeus being…well himself, he's rather easy to tease.

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I've no idea if you're Shadow banned or what

Because occasionally I'll search you up to reread your stuff and your blog just won't show up ToT

Dante Anon

Huh. Well as far as I can tell, I don't think I'm shadow-banned. I certainly hope not, that would be something awful. Don't want to deprive the world of my writings when I barely do many of them as is.

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Beleth 2

Summary: You pin Beleth to a wall after an infuriating talk between the devil kings at your expense. You bite him in the neck. The neck Beleth's kept clean just for you.

(Beleeeeeeth is back. He's been lingering on the brain, cause I think he's neat. Will be taking him into a different direction than what the game has given me, obviously.)

"Ha, I take it you're ticked off?" It's a little hard to say anything when you're basically crushing him against the wall, pinning him there by the shoulder, but Beleth couldn't help but comment. "Glad to see ya taking up on my offer. Wish I could get a cig, though. Think you can help poor ol' me?"

"Shove it." You grabbed the back of his collar and tore his shirt down, ripping every button off until it was only holding on by his elbows. Beleth already had a myriad of other bites all over his back and arms, but you wanna know a little secret? It's a bit embarrassing but he kept his neck clean. Yeah, it got some of his other lovers feeling glum that he wouldn't let them touch it, but he thought it would be a nice little treat to designate a part of him as yours for the taking. Even if you're not aware of it.

"A non talkin' day for me, huh? I getcha." And he does. Today's meeting was…well it was funny and pretty light all things considered, but it was at your expense. A little dig from Leviathan at you bounced off of Mammon, which bounced off of Satan, then to Beelzebub. Then it descended into funny memories of you. As if you weren't sitting right there.

Beleth gets it. He's been on the receiving end of that kind of talk. So when you grabbed your chair, smashed it into the nearest wall, and walked out, Beleth had to follow. Dear King Belphagor was asleep after all, so there wasn't much to worry about.

"I broke an arm," you dug your nails into his shivering skin, "nearly cracked my skull open," you shoved him harder into the concrete wall, forcing his hips flat against it, "bleed all over my hands and it's a damn joke. Haha, look at this delirious, dying little bug."

The grit of the cold wall dug into Beleth's cheek, but it did nothing to cool the blood pooling downwards. He took a little peek back and the absolute poison in your glare heated him all over. Probably shouldn't make it so obvious that he's into this, you might stop, but then again, Beleth's pretty sure you knew what you signed up for.

Though, you are taking your sweet time. Take too long and one of the littler devils will probably come to pick both of them back up.

"Can't be helped, Sugar," your glare, once aimed at nothing, locked on his very being. Felt more exposed than being stripped bare in front of a whole crowd. Oh, he was sweating now. Beleth smiled. "Humans die so easily that it's basically a joke here. Devils need a scapegoat and when it's not me, it's gonna be you."

Beleth wasn't anywhere near a servant to the King of Wrath, but he felt as if he could taste your anger on his tongue. Shamefully, his heart fluttered. He was a little concerned when he noticed you had stopped breathing, but then you leaned in real close. You grabbed his arms, forcing them behind his back. Brushed your lips over the smooth column of his neck, and let your low, yet tight sigh flow over his skin.

"I said, shove it." Your voice roiled in his blood, and Beleth swallowed. Your teeth clamped on the back of his neck, and slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly, you sank them in. Didn't rush to break his skin right away, oh no, you wanted to let him feel it. Feel your bite go from something gentle, to down right painful. A torture that made the seconds feel like hours as Beleth twitched and jutted, not knowing if his body wanted to jump in deeper or away from you.

And when your teeth finally broke skin, when you finally marked him, Beleth's eyes rolled.

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I love bouncing oc thoughts off of people

It's fun

I haven't touched Belphie in a while but I'm in the middle to doing art fight and was trynna figure out what character sheets I needed to update and suddenly remember Belphie so I felt the need to add more to his story and personality

Dante Anon

Yeah, I love engaging in creative activities as a group bonding thing. Just feels so nice.

Time passes by so quickly. I should also get back to my whb OCs, if only to update them and, perhaps, integrate them into this Embittered Companion AU, and how they weave into each other. Preferences change, new directions to want to take, happens all the time. Good luck with art fight my friend, makes me wish that there was a writing equivalent but oh well. Perhaps something will pop up in the next decade or so.

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Belphie is loyal as a dog

And that is his red flag and toxic trait

Belphie won't let people go

I feel like once he makes a deep connection with someone

He'll refuse to let go.

Yes he'll probably mourn the fact that Companion doesn't remember him after returning to the human world.

But Belphie has never been the type of person to let themself stay static for too long whether because they won't or just can't afford to.

Once he's firmly carved out a place in Companion's space for himself and left a little hollow in his own soul for Companion

I think he'd find a solution to the whole forgetting thing and that solution ends up with Belphie going to the human world and taking a human form

Carefully planning and creating scenarios to meet and befriend Companion

I think when it first starts, Belphie would be toxic in a obsessive yandere way

Desperately trying to befriend and create new memories with Companion again.

Once the behaviour is pointed out though, either by Companion, other demons or Lucifer, Belphie would realise how horrible he's being

He can't help it, can't help but stick firmly to Companion's presence because of the insistent need for them to remember him

But eventually he'd mellow back out and forcibly make himself relax so he doesn't push Companion away this time.

Even if he keeps showing up like the humanoid equivalent of a golden retriever and somehow meeting Companion coincidentally a lot

Dante Anon

Ohhohohohoho oh I love a character that's more than a little obsessive, oh the avenues to be explored about this!

Can't really blame him though, the amount of people that appreciate him for who he is can probably be counted on his hands, and then to suddenly be reminded that they can leave, and that such bonds can fade as easily as his non-existent past? Makes sense that he would be...more than a little unwell regarding trying to grasp this friendship again. Just...the holding out for some kind of miracle, for the laws of Hell to suddenly fade away from the Companion and have them remember again, tis painful as time goes on because they are simply not remembering.

So the only logical course? Try harder. Stay in the human world for a little longer, start categorizing what's more important like putting rest below gathering what's the Companion's new schedule with their new job, just, slowly upending his own schedule and clearly about to reach the deep end.

I imagine that there's this thought that runs through his head, where "What if Ra-on stayed? Would the Companion have stayed?" Just, a bunch of what-if scenarios because despite their complicated bond, Ra-on and the Companion are very connected to one another, and by the time the Companion goes back to the human world with Ra-on in tow, they have mended what was frayed and are closer than ever. Just, fun thoughts that lead to nowhere.

And when Belphie goes to the human world, and sees that this bond has persist despite their memories of Hell being wiped, it only feeds into his need for the Companion to remember again. Because there's a chance! This is evidence that it can happen! That things can persist beyond the magical memory wipe baked into the laws of Hell!

And oh, Belphie snapping into place, it can happen a number of ways depending on how exactly he messes up, and what boundaries he crossed. The worst I can imagine is the Companion suddenly slamming him into a wall and going "What the fuck was that about, huh? You gonna explain why you're being a creep?" Just, bad time bad time. May or may not beat him up, but that's if whatever Belphie was doing was especially bad and invasive. The best scenario is Companion being concerned over Belphie and his clingy nature. Probably ends up thinking he has no friends and that's why he's being like this and goes about it in a "Hey, tell me what's up. It's nice to know that I'm basically in your head every day, but, can you dial it back a bit? Makes me a bit uncomfortable."

Either way, Belphie being this way leads to the Companion thinking about Ra-on, back in his worst days, and may or may not say something to Belphie that alludes to Ra-on. I would imagine being compared to Ra-on, when he was at his worst, might snap Belphie back into place.

Your OC is real fun to think about, especially when I'm basically playing dolls with him with my Companion or my own OCs(that I need to think more about, they're just sitting in the corner, collecting dust, the poor things.)

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I think I figured out why Belphie craves the intimacy of sleeping with people.

Belphie is emotional and craves connection with people because subconsciously he wants to carve out a place for himself in people's life because he wants to be remembered

He already lost his identity once and feels unimportant so he desires the feeling of being important and wanted by people for being himself and not as a stand in for Belphegor

I don't think Belphie themself realise how touch starved/attention starved they are though.

He himself doesn't quite realise that his need for intimacy is actually a need to be remembered this time.

So I suppose all of Belphie's major issues are actually directly related to their sense of identity or rather a lack of due to the fact they don't remember their birth name and any memories they could've had before becoming a Stand in, are all fuzzy from the claws of time.

Anyone Belphie could've known in the past he no longer seems to recall and no one has ever stepped up from his past to claim knowledge of him.

Belphie craves connection and to be remembered ig

I'm over analysing a character I created myself

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Dante Anon

Hahahaha isn't over analyzing just the best feeling? I love that, continue doing that!

Being unable to recall your past does call into question one's sense of identity, whether this you in the now is the true you, or if the you in the past is true, which also calls into question what is a "true" self, really? Add in the "stand-in" plot line and you have a mess of a character that seeks to be loved for themselves, but the people that do remember him, remember him for being a stand-in. What a complicated relationship with one's sense of self, I love it!

This also sets up some delicious angst because, as it's noted in canon, all humans that go back to their world after being in Hell don't remember their time there. So if he really connects with my dear dear Companion, and with how they really just want to go home at the end of the day, could lead to some...complicated feelings on Belphie's part.

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I'm thinking about doing some funny shit and putting Belphie in a Ace jacket

I don't think Belphie would be a Ace but at the same time I feel like he wouldn't particularly care for sex

He doesn't have an aversion to it but he doesn't crave it either.

He's kinda stuck in the between and he doesn't crave the passion of sleeping with people but rather the intimacy of it.

Just the feeling of being connected to someone deeply.

Ace doesn't fully cover what Belphie is but at the same time Belphie kinda fits under the umbrella of Ace

I can put him in a Pan jacket definitely though

I just thought it'd be a funny scenario for Belphie to be rocking a Ace jacket in front of Ra-On and Companion, in Hell of all places

Dante Anon

Well, asexuality is on a very big spectrum and there are all sorts of little micro-labels depending on the type of asexual one is. Though, the fun thing about sexual attraction and romantic attraction is that it's fluid as fuck. Sometimes a character has feelings that just can't be defined under a specific word, and ain't that just a treat? Change! Phases! The stuff of life!

So yeah, put him in that Ace jacket and sew a little Pan patch onto it. Or give him a Pan jacket and sew an Ace patch on it

My Ra-on is...well you already know how oblivious he is, and he...cannot comprehend any devil being Ace. He's the kind of guy that knows gay and straight people exist, and forgets about all the others. Ace being the farthest because he doesn't get how people can just...not be affect by something that is clearly sexy to him. Once again, having trouble comprehending the world in a way that doesn't apply to him.

(He's totally the kind of guy that puts down books because the Main Character isn't "relatable" to him. Can't stand Main Characters that are meant to be unreliable and doesn't understand the appeal of having an MC that's very different from you.)

Anyways, yeah I feel like he is under the Ace spectrum, probably a little closer to gray ace? Sometimes things spike, and sometimes nothing happens and all he yearns for is emotional intimacy and sensual fulfillment. Like cuddling naked, or taking a bath together. At least, that's the feeling I'm getting, I have no clue if your boy is like this.

And AH! God the other devils would probably not get it, they think it's just a jacket. Funnily enough, I don't think the devils have any of those labels down there. They love and fuck whoever they want, have preferences and there's nothing compelling them to put labels and draw lines. It just is, they just exist and indulge, as is encouraged. Labels feel like a very human thing, so I feel at least Belphegor, Asmodeus, Lucifer and Beelzebub would get it.

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How would other demons reaction be when companion is drunk? And how would companion act out with them? Would they be equally affectionate as they are with Raon?

Hmm the reactions would certainly be different depending on the devil king they see. Let's see, let's see, I'm assuming that this happens way later down the timeline, when new dynamics are established from the first impressions.

Again, please note that I am making assumptions about these characters, and also adding in my own headcanons since this is my Embittered Companion AU, so if they're out of character, oh well!

Satan:

You know, Satan thought that, the more alcohol you get into your system, the more…hungry you will get for violence. He likes it when you're tipsy, because when you're tipsy, you're bitey. You don't hesitate to sink your teeth deep into his muscles until even his very veins crunch under your incisors. Blood becomes a flavor enhancer to you. When you're like that, you seem no different than any of his citizens. Made Satan feel proud, in a weird way, that he can draw this side out of you.

Right now, however, he was just feeling bothered. And horny. Because you weren't biting down on his neck as he sat on your lap. You were nibbling, always stopping short of piercing his skin, leaving indents instead of wounds. He slid on your lap, hoping that you would take bites in other places now that you were plastered, but instead you were testing his limits. His nails clawed into the wood of the bar behind you, his teeth creaking under the force of his jaw, and legs trembling to keep from closing around your hips and potentially breaking them.

At least you probably won't remember this. Satan really hopes you won't remember the way he could not get off your lap.

Mammon:

You tugged at his robes and tested the material between your fingers, not really registering the fact that you were pinching his skin along side. Well, you did notice at first, but you have long since succumbed to the drunken haze and are just entirely focused on the way his clothes feel in your hands. Mammon didn't mind indulging in your curiosity. It is, after all, a very new side to you that he hasn't seen before. One that you probably kept very closely tied up inside. And now it was released, so no matter what you do, Mammon will not stop you.

You grabbed the edges of his robes and pulled. His sash became undone, and for whatever reason, Mammon has never felt more exposed. It felt…almost shameful that this excited him, because your gaze was empty of any heated wanting. You were powered by alcohol and curiosity.

"Where's the tag on this thing" Your breath, made heavier with the alcohol, wafted over his head. Maybe if Mammon held still long enough, you'll try and search for that tag in his pants next?

Leviathan:

Nothing. You were drunk out of your mind, and you were doing nothing. Well, Leviathan couldn't hope for a better result. At least like this, in this celebration that he's arranged, you won't ruin the atmosphere he so wanted. You're behaving, but just barely. If you so much as sighed too loudly, Leviathan will have you hanged outside the party doors. Make an example of you.

But how dare you. How dare you let your clothes fall open by a few centimeters. How dare you lick your lips as you caught every single drop of alcohol that slid past. How dare you swallow and make your throat bob, and let out a sigh that was just quiet enough to not break the rule he just made.

You've always been like this. Always intense in the way you presented yourself and yet never careless enough to truly let anyone catch you off guard. Leviathan could very well discipline you. It's well within his right, but that would require him approaching you, and perfect does not seek, it is sought after. And so, all he can do is watch as your fingers idly played with your glass cup.

Beelzebub:

While it was a shame Beelzebub wasn't allowed to make any special mixes for the bar, he will admit, it's fun to catch your shot glass when you slid it his way, fill it up with your choice of beverage, and slide it right back. There weren't any words, you didn't make a big deal out of his being here. It made him feel like a fleeting shadow, of sorts. He was here, at a party that he was probably invited to but forgot, blending in as if he both belonged and yet didn't.

Beelzebub idly chewed on a straw as the music continued to thrum through his body. He wasn't really listening, more focused on the way your tongue moved the ice around for hidden drops of your drink. It took a few seconds for him to realize your glass was back in his hand. Out of boredom, Beelzebub put his straw in the ice and blew hot air in. When there was enough water, Beelzebub noisily slurped it up.

You somehow heard and looked back to him, eyes lightly glazed over. If he concentrated hard enough, he could pretend you were looking at him with heated interested rather than exasperation. He couldn't help but chuckle and wave his straw at you with his lips.

Lucifer:

You haven't stopped touching Lucifer's face. A finger over the bridge of his nose, a caress on his cheek, turning him this way and that just to watch the way his curls bounced against his skin, smoothing hands under his jaw before reaching back and pinching his ears. It didn't annoy him, but it was certainly more than he ever expected. Though, to be fair, he also wasn't expecting you to get drunk. Tipsy yes, but drunk was another matter entirely. Lucifer will remember to prepare something for you when you wake up with the inevitable hangover.

But, for now, Lucifer leaned into your hands as you silently memorized his skin. He didn't mind. He wasn't planning on doing much of anything besides watching his little…family go about their celebration with zest. He did mind a little when he heard the heavy breathing of them behind him, but since you didn't say anything, he won't say anything as well.

Before Lucifer could take a small nip at your fingers, you had found your way into his hair. Tingles scaled down his scalp and over his spine, resting right at the base of his hips. He closed his eyes, if only to savor the feeling further. He ready to fall asleep when you guided his head to your shoulder. Bury your fingers into his hair, or into his bleeding wings, it bring warmth to him all the same.

Asmodeus:

Being who he is, a celebration is never complete without an orgy of some variety, and that doesn't change even while you're present. But, after going through a few glasses, you said you wanted some peace and quiet to enjoy the rest of your drinks, and so he promised you that you will get exactly what you want, in only ten minutes.

And so, instead of bringing his current row of lovers to the edge of ecstasy and then drawing back to have them wanting for more, he spoiled them. He gave them exactly what they wanted, drove them past the peak again, and again, and again, without any shred of mercy. All the while silencing them with his tongue.

And, as he promised, everything was silent save for the music once the ten minutes have passed. Asmodeus was nowhere near satisfied when he sat next to you, but the drink you offered him got his heart near to full bursting. He nearly split the table in two when you glided behind him, gathered his hair, and began to tie it back up. Simple gestures, that's all they were, and it had him wanting to bit into his own knuckles from how squishy his insides felt.

Belphegor:

Only half of Belphegor's torso was actually on the plush chair, the rest of his body was splayed on the floor because he couldn't be bothered to hold any posture.

Perhaps out of boredom, perhaps a small bit of cruelty within you, he wouldn't know, you reach out a leg and kicked his chair right from under his back. It slid out and Belphegor's entire body crumpled to the floor like a lifeless ragdoll. You snorted and slammed your drink down on the table, pounding on your chest as you coughed. A part of him wanted to glare, he was comfy where he was but…

He will admit, this was doing something for him. Putting aside the fact that the floor was kinda comfy in it's own way, it does give him a fun little fantasy to play around with, and probably jack off to later. He's on the floor, clothes spread open and barely hiding his bits while you sit in your chair, pointing and laughing at the mess you've made of him. You lightly pushed at him with a foot, probably asking him to get up, but his dick was convinced that you were rubbing delicious salt in the throbbing wound.

Beleth did help him up later, so that was cut short.

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Really curious abt Companion and Asmodeus' relationship in ur au, are you going to write a lil smthn for them soon?

This ain't meant to be a request or anything, I'm just really curious and I also love the fact that you also don't see Asmo as just this "constantly horny pervert that HAS to make everything abt sex" when he's probably the most interesting and complex king to me.

The fandom is small enough to fit in a school bus but I've already seen enough ppl mischaracterize the guy as just this feral stanky dude who thinks with his other head, and they give me weird looks when I say Asmo is my favorite king which is sad cuz I love characters who are more than just the flirtatious charismatic persona they put on.

I'm rambling off track- the reason for this ask is cuz I had this odd dream abt ur au where Companion was having a pretty bad depressive episode and barely any of the demons noticed and just thought they were being "moody as usual", again not taking their emotions and feelings seriously and brushed aside as a simple "phase they'll get over".

But who does notice tho? Asmodeus. Someone who's been around humans long enough and even loved, married, and had kids with one to know when something is wrong and when something is wrong, it needs to be treated with care.

So he invites Companion to his chambers to chat and everyone thinks they're just gonna bang, when in reality Asmo is offering them a shoulder to lean on and Companion finally let's down a few of their walls and confides in him abt how sick they are of just being dismissed and treated like some funky lil pet the demons can find amusement in from time to time, and how frustrated and furious they are abt how Ra-on is continuously doing the same thing, distancing themselves more and more and they're getting increasingly furious abt how badly these demons are setting Ra-on back from all the progress they made.

All in all, was a very odd (I remember ppyong appearing a few times to offer Companion Ferere) and sweet dreams that actually put me in a nice mood for the rest of the day. Just Asmo offering Companion comfort and support that they desperately needed. Someone to understand their struggles and pains on a somewhat personal level.

Anyway, sorry for droning on, didn't mean for it to get this long 💀

Just wanted to give you an idea based off of my neurodivergent ahh dreaming abt current hyperfixations.

Oh no need to apologize, I always encourage long ramblings. They really bring a shine to my day, you know?

Please, do not hold back, I am begging.

Anyway, what you dreamed about? Yeah it fits right in to what I want to happen. I want the relationship between Asmodeus and the Companion to be one where they can have a complete shutdown and can trust Asmodeus to keep mum about all the emotional details of their mental state, and probably goes out of his way to make sure such an inner state of vulnerability is never exposed. Will probably draw fury onto himself while guides the Companion out. He certainly does have a way of making attention focus on him and only him, and isn't that his specialty?

I also have this image of the Companion and Asmodeus just lying on the same bed, Companion staring at the ceiling while all Asmodeus can focus on is the Companion. I think it would be fun for Asmodeus to be a bit of a pining fool, having a puppy-ish crush that catches the devil kings off-guard because of how quiet he gets. What can he say? He's attracted to sheer forces of nature. But yeah, he behaves and tones down the comments a little and it puts the other devil kings, sans Lucifer and Belphegor, very on edge. What is he planning???

He's not planning anything, he's just enjoying the sight of Lucifer and the Companion whispering amongst themselves.

Lucifer is going to be...a little different in how he interacts with Asmodeus. In canon, he treats Asmodeus with the same disdain as everyone else, but in this little AU, there's this weird...trust? Truce? When there's a meeting going on, Lucifer tends to sit right next to Asmodeus, and Asmodeus does continue with his flirting, but it's less about actually trying to get into pants(which he will never say no to if the miracle does happen), and more about just getting any kind of reaction out of him. It's their bit, and the other devils are unsure if they're actually fucking or not. Homoerotic tension, probably just to be funny. And also is probably the only other person Lucifer can talk to about humans in a more...complex way. Doesn't have to worry about Asmodeus getting bored talking about humans, and also gets details about how they're advancing and what new things they've developed.

But yeah, I do crave just...having Asmodeus indulge in this...odd emotional intimacy that he hasn't had a while. Gets tugging at his heart in such a way that hasn't happened in a while. An old feeling that he missed quite a bit since the passing of his wife and Solomon.

After that little emotional session between the Companion and Asmodeus, he may or may not focus his attention on the devils that put you in that mood, turning up the flirting just to irritate them and, hopefully, get the Companion laughing at the chaos he chooses to cause. Who better than he, Asmodeus, to give the Companion what they need?

Still full of himself, obviously, but also has quite the amount of patience alongside Lucifer. Despite Asmodeus being as devil-like as a devil can be, completely and utterly in tune with the sin he embodies, the main devil kings treat him with a sense of caution in the same way they treat Lucifer. As if he's some kind of outsider. Soooo, obviously I gotta examine that more closely! Tis fun, tis fun.

I may write your dream out, I may take inspiration from it and write, perhaps, the aftermath of the event, I have no clue where the brain is going to take me.

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Asmodeus 1

Summary: The stress of being under constant threat of both devil and angel attacks has taken a toll on you and now you're out of commission. Luckily, you and Ra-on are in a safe place. While you're resting in complete darkness, Asmodeus decided to barge right on in.

(A headcanon of mine came into existence and I had to write it out. So here you go! Nice and light initially, and then goes angsty, and then light again.)

It's not often when your body reaches it's limit. Usually it can take quite the number of abuse before it gives out on you, but it decided that today was the day to give you a headache, aching joints, throbbing strained eyes and a tight back.

Honestly, you should've expected this. The pain was there, eyes stinging at the light of the sun and neck cramping when you moved too fast, but it was just quiet enough for you to ignore and trudge on through. Another day, another attack, another moment of violence to live and forever remember.

And oh you're remembering it alright. Human bodies were not made for running, hiding and running again for that long. You had your trusty pipe, yeah, but you weren't some fighting warrior that can take on a brutal army with trained to have no sense of self preservation.

It's over for now, and you're safe as well as Ra-on. Well, safe enough for the strain to compound upon itself and take you down. Now you're bedridden, and it sucks. Because you're not tired, but your eyes are too strained to read anything, and your head isn't in the mood for any noise besides silence.

A groan rumbled out your throat when you heard the door open. Not even a knock. You braced yourself for light to shine on your eyelids and cut right through your brain, but nothing came.

The door closed. And you heard footsteps. Not shoes against the wood floor. Flat bare feet.

Familiar flat bare feet, and a very irritating giggle like he's about to do something naughty.

And his usual smell weirdly absent. Didn't come in and cover the back of throat and make you feel like you're swallowing wax. Huh.

You tried to push yourself up against the headrest. "Asmo--" but your back tightened up and your head was convinced you were swaying and about to fall. "Fuck…"

You felt stupid as you laid back down.

"No need to prepare yourself on my account. As horrible as this will sound, I am not here to worship and devour your body. Sad I know." The actual regret in his tone made you want to laugh, but you were in too much discomfort to do anything more than a simple puff of air.

"Gross." You pressed your fingers against the sides of your head and squeezed. It helped enough to get the next sentence out. "Then just leave me alone for…the next few days."

It seems Asmodeus was watching you, because he adjusted his voice to something much, much quieter. "I will, as soon as you take a medication of your choosing. I have eighty-eight brands here, all from your world of course, smuggled in here by yours truly." You just know he has a hand on his chest, posing as if he had cameras aimed at him twenty-four seven. "I know, I know, hold in your joy. I wish to savor it when you're back in peak physical condition."

Something metal settled onto the nightstand right next to you. The medications perhaps. Probably a tall mountain of a thing, almost on the verge of toppling over, organized in a way that only Asmodeus will understand.

"Eighty-eight's a little much, don't you think?" Not that you're not grateful, but eighty-eight? Hopefully there will be something you recognize in there.

"Of course I'd be meticulous and a little paranoid. When you have as many children as I do that are not fully devil or fully human, illnesses of any kind are…more than a little stressful." Little carton boxes, rattling bottles and sloshing liquids filled the air as Asmodeus placed them on the nightstand. "You'd think they would have the best of both worlds and be immune to most diseases that have ever existed."

…half-human and half-demon. Right, right. Now that you know devils and angels are beings that exist and free cross over to your world, there would be people that would have some ties to them. Devils being the devils that they are, they sleep freely and prolifically. Asmodeus more than others, as is his domain.

But, separate worlds mean different diseases, different conditions to think about, and how that would manifest in a person that has both human and devil origins.

"I'm guessing," ugh, talking's difficult but all you can do is squeeze your head harder, "you didn't have a frame of reference, for making them better. It was…trial and error."

"Trial and disastrous error. My blood in their veins wasn't enough." Asmodeus's voice was closer. He gently pried your hands away from your face, while wearing gloves. "And a cure that would work wonders on my kind, would be the very thing to kill them. Sometimes I find myself wishing for Lucifer to have fallen sooner. Perhaps then, it would've been different."

Death isn't anything new to a devil king, that much you know. They're old, all older than you can imagine, and yet they all stay stuck in time, caught up in a phase that they all never want to end. Endlessly indulging, endlessly consuming, and endlessly searching for the next high. And, as a price, they're also caught in a torrent of regrets.

And that's why you can't stand it when Asmodeus tries to pamper you.

An ice-pack wrapped in a silk cloth was slid behind your neck, and only then did you notice how tightly you were clenching your jaw. You couldn't help the sigh that escaped as you adjusted yourself. You batted away Asmodeus's hands when he pressed his fingers into the tight muscles of your neck.

"Quit that." As infamous as his reputation and sense of personal space may be, touching you has always been a different matter. You don't really know where you stand in his eyes. His tongue wags his every fantasy out to you, but the most he's ever done was hover. He'd get close, try and get you irritated just for the sake of it.

...but he'd never actually touch you. Not out of any sense of manners, you're very sure he threw those out a long time ago, but out of...fear? Caution? You don't know and that's fine. That's his business.

Though he could stand to do the same with his fantasies. You should get a water gun or something to shoot his mouth every time he does that.

A light laugh, airy and a little out of place. "My bad, I was forgetting where I am and who you are for a moment. Now then, mind telling me what medicine you usually use? Oh, but you have to eat first before that. I have something nice and light just in case. If I remember correctly, humans are a little prone to nausea when they're not in the best shape."

"Is that why you actually washed yourself today? So I don't puke?" You don't actually believe he washed himself, but better to ask than never.

"Now where did you get that idea?" Yup, you figured. "As much as I would love for you to jump out of bed and get on your knees before me, or better yet have me bow before you when you've reached the peak of obscene frustration and make me your personal--"

You snapped your fingers. "Get to the point. Don't wanna hear any of what you imagine of me."

"I didn't wash myself, I just used a little charm to hold everything back. You need your rest after all. If you want to reserve my body for later, you'll have to recover first."

Again, why did you even ask?

...well, at least he's wearing gloves. Ugh, what a low bar.

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(Idk how Tumblr works, should I be sending this in the askbox or regular messages?)

I have binge read, re-read, and maladaptive daydreamed about your embittered companion au bc it's so 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻✨✨✨

I literally have no words, it's such a good au like absolutely phenomenal. It's part an actually interesting au to think about and part analysing, not just the character of the MC itself but also the devils in the game and it's so gooooood.

I love how you don't write anyone to be something close to one dimensional like how the game is desperately trying (and somewhat failing) to make them out to be, they're all so complex. The divide between devil, human, and angel culture is actually clear and never forgotten about because with every action, there will always be that small, subtle bit that reminds the readers and Companion that, yes these people are NOT human. FAR from it, in fact.

Their morals are all tied to what can only be described as "encompassing selfishness" where their perspective of what is "right" comes from their own perspective alone and it bleeds into their subordinates and other civilians, which causes so much tension because it's fun to think about if there wasn't a common enemy for hell to fight (aka Heaven and the angels)–would these kingdoms be in conflict with each other due to the prideful and selfish nature of their kings?

Anyway, I realize I'm rambling and I'm sorry about that, my bad if this kinda wasted your time and if it didn't make any sense, forgive me, I am not good at organizing my thoughts into smthn coherent. I just wanted to let you know that ur writing is absolutely fire and it's been my only substance to feed into my growing whb hyperfixation. You're literally my fav whb author, I love ur writing.

Also, Companion is hot. (Companion x Lucifer kiss scene when? /Jjj)

No need to worry, the askbox is just for sending things that will be posted on this blog, while the regular messages are just for private conversations where it won't be posted anywhere. Askbox is like sending a letter, regular messages is like text messages if you want to know the differences.

Oh and please, do ramble on. I also ramble. I love it when people ramble at me, and I love to ramble back, it's so fun.

And wow I didn't think that this self-indulgent AU lay rent free in your brain. I do have a number of custom headcanons, and also I have feelings regarding people that are supposed to be not human, but are never really shown to be like that. They're essentially just "human but better," and that ticks me off in a very specific way. I really never loved the implication that there can be a "better version" of a human being. That being a devil or an angel would be better. That's why I have my Companion be the way that they are. They don't put the devils and angels on a pedestal in the same way Ra-on does, and that also serves to highlight how painfully human the Companion and Ra-on are.

And also why anytime I write the Angelified Companion or the Fallen Angel Companion, they are having an extremely uncomfortable time. They do not like having their humanity striped away and they would very much like to have it back, thank you very much. They are not happy, and that brings me so much joy.

I still haven't dived deeper into the current story, I'm currently just riding on vibes, and trying to dissect said devils vibes just by their sprite and their way of speaking. For example, Mammon speaks to me as someone that very motivated by entertainment, since entertainment isn't something you can own. You can only experience it, and because you can't just own experiences by wanting it, Mammon is always happy for entertainment. He also speaks to me as someone that has quite the amount of patience, as if assured that everything will settle into his hands eventually. At least, that's the vibes I'm getting. I have no clue if that's canon in the actual game, but that's fun, because this version entertains me.

And yeah, one of the things that have always struck me was on the emphasis on the "freedom of desire." The devils encourage and want everyone to express their every desire, no matter how obscene, so I can't help but wonder what kind of culture would pop up. Obviously some desires are more encouraged than others, based on the specific sin the devil king is the embodiment of. A citizen under Satan would be encouraged to wreck buildings and destress via battling one another, but it would be boring or even weird for said citizen to hog all the battles or sneer at a fellow peers strength. Just, different social customs and all that, I think that would be neat. And ultimately, this would culminate into the devils fighting one another since the devil kings themselves(narratively being the embodiment of their respective places) don't really get along. They feel like classmates stuck together on a group project, where they do get along, but you'll never see them hang out outside of the classroom if they can't help it. And also shit breaks out because, of course. Which is also fun!

The devils, in my head, don't have a lot of self-restraint. If they feel a thing, they're probably gonna do a thing, unless not doing said thing brings them pleasure or some other thing. The angels, in my brain, have a lot going on emotionally. All of them, pressurized soda cans just waiting to burst out. And when it does, shit gets bloody usually. They show their faith through self-restraint, self-punishment, or a twisted sense of duty. It's all about putting your desires aside and embracing the blazing light of God. Where the devils are this chaotic force, the angels are nearly mechanical in their brutality, with just as little love for their fellow angel. It's why the angels look at the angelified creatures with a sense of "fond disgust." Angelifed creatures validate their need to feel superior now that God isn't here to praise them anymore.

Anyways, thank you for the praise, it's really nice to know that my writing skills haven't rusted as much as I thought they did.

And as for Companion and Lucifer kissing...well I'll write whenever the brain allows me. It jumps onto different things without my say so.

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Mammon 4

Summary: Mammon has been pushing all sorts of gold flecked foods towards you. Even making a show of grating a gold bar right over your food. What's Ra-on's latest boytoy up to now?

(…haaa I wanted to write Asmodeus but then Mammon entered the brain. What am I to do but obey? This was gonna be a funny piece, but take a guess as to what happened?)

Today was another nonsensical meeting with Mammon and the rest of his riff-raff demons that he keeps more as company than anything else. While everyone is making reports on the general state of Tartaros, it's become clear to you that it was more an excuse for the other demons to rant about their day, and also praise Mammon as is their inclination towards anyone supposedly more powerful than them.

You did not need to be here. Hell, you didn't need to be anywhere besides being right next to Ra-on when shit hits the fan, but he got too good of a dicking the other night and is currently bedridden in your specially made guest bedroom. You made sure the security on that is top notch. You will not settle for anything less.

So, as much as you didn't want to be here, you do not trust any other demon to relay whatever happens here without trying to get something out of Ra-on. And so now you're here, sitting to the left of Mammon with Ra-on's seat empty on the right, with Mammon laying on a full on lounge chair with that empty smile you've come to label as his bored one.

Bimet was being a dick as always. Tried to urge Mammon into establishing an "entrance and seating" fee, though that led to nowhere. You'd think he would know by now that Mammon was more motivated by entertainment than anything else, but it appears Bimet was more banking on Mammon's penchant for spoiling.

And speaking of spoiling… Just as you were about to fully zone out as Valefor was enthusiastically talking about his day, a whole tres leches plate covered in actual gold flecks tapped your elbow.

You blinked and turned a raised eyebrow at Mammon as he retreated his fingers back into his sleeves. His eyes were still focusing on Valefor, but his smile was fuller. A familiar glint of mischief.

He said nothing and you ignored the plate pressed against you.

Just as Valefor sat down and left the floor open for Eligos, there was the click of another plate, a platter of large pretzels with all sorts of different toppings ranging from nuts all the way to mustard. Though they were all topped with even more generous amount of gold shavings.

This time, Mammon was full on looking at you when you turned. Clearly waiting for you to pick something up and take a bite out of it. He tilted his head when you narrowed your eyes.

You ignored this plate too.

This time, when Eligos got too excited and choked on his spit for a moment, a full course dinner tray was plopped right in front of you with expert grace. You didn't even see Mammon get up or go anywhere but here he is, placing it down as if the soups, meats, stews and salads weighed nothing.

And before you can so much as mouth "what the--" devil king of riches Mammon pulled out a cheese grater and a gold bar from his robes. Bimet's shoulders were pulled tight with the urge to clearly snatch this display in front of you, and you sighed into your hands when Mammon personally grated gold onto once edible food.

You did what you do best and cut to the heart of the matter.

"What do you want." And that was all that was needed to give Mammon pause, robes falling ever wider as if you actually caught him off guard. He did recover quickly with a light laugh and a shake of his head.

"What makes you think I want anything?" He smiled a lot and they can certainly look the same if one's not looking closely, but you know a frustrated smile when you see one. "I have everything I could ever need, after all. Besides, my master cares deeply for you, so isn't it right for me, as my master's belonging, to give you a little attention?"

Right, right, generous Devil King Mammon over here, giving his attention to the lone human that has little to no reason to be here in Hell in the first place. That snickered at you like you were a child when you made clear that Ra-on and you were nothing more than friends. That consistently bothered you in the middle of the night when you just want to wander his place alone. That insisted on dragging out the details that overlapped your life with Ra-on's. That actually took the time to listen to your grievances when they could no longer be avoided.

That adjusted himself accordingly afterwards. That…eventually made the nights alone, pretty nice actually.

…that let something slip to Bimet that wasn't meant for your ears.

That made you stop your midnight wanderings altogether.

You made sure to keep your jaw as relaxed as possible. "You don't give your attention to things that bore you, Mammon, unless you get something out of it.."

The gold bar slips from his fingers, knocks on the table, and then clattered on the floor. You're sure Mammon has quite the look on his face, but you can't be bothered to look at him. Everyone has went quiet. Seems you might've made the meeting close early. Whoops, you suppose.

"So, what do you want? So you can stop this dumb charade."

"…I see…then, all I can say is, I don't want anything. And, I'm sorry."

"Good." Finally, he can stop.

"…I'll be waiting by the patio, under the night sky, as we used to."

…devil are, and always will be, dangerous beings to deal with. They have little clue and little interest in dealing with things that don't interest them. That's why you have to continue protecting Ra-on, because this kind of thing will rot him further than he already has.

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Guess who's been stuck in traffic for over an hour or two because they sealed up the motorway without telling anyone? ✌️

I think there's a car crash

People are really scummy,the ambulance and fire truck are stuck on the road cause the people kept skipping in line on the motorway so not there's like no space for them to move

Dante Anon

Ough that must have suuuuucked. I remember this one time where the family and I were traveling to visit other family, and the road happened to be jam packed with people just as we were getting ready to return home. I was stuck on the road for so long, I actually took a three hour nap. And then woke up a little car sick, ough.

Moral of the story, fuck traffic. I know your paaaaaaain.

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Companion just gives off hot energy

Doesn't even have to look hot

Hey just have the vibe of someone who's composed and has they're shit together

Which is honestly a 10/10 in current society

I've been lurking on your blog but not interacting much,soz

Exams were a bitch

Dante Anon

Oh I remember exams. They're always a bitch to deal with. Lurk as much as you want buddy, I do the same thing when my depressed brain lets me.

Having good confidence is just the nice stuff, very very good. And I don't see enough of confident Reader Inserts so I am to fill that up. And add in a whole bunch of emotional complications because having my characters suffer is always a joy for me.

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I love

how many of you imagine the Embittered Companion to be very hot. I think it's cute to me, that through vibes alone you all feel it in your heart of hearts that they're hot. Makes me feel oddly proud that I can do that. Make a character hot through vibes alone.

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Satan 8

Summary: Satan apparently wants to surprise Ra-on but has no clue how he should go about spicing up the bedroom. And for some reason, he felt you were the appropriate person to ask on the subject.

(This one is…more funny than it is mean, but also mean. But still funny, because it's at my Ra-on's expense and you all know how much I love bullying my little creation.)

"Hey." Satan suddenly appeared right next to you, at a cafe you randomly chose for the very specific reason of not meeting anyone you know here.

"Hey." You greeted dryly, already feeling the exhaustion crawling over your back even though it was barely the crack of dawn. You glanced behind you and weren't shocked in the least to meet Ra-on's lilac eyes. He turned right back around like that'll help. "What do you want?"

"A little help. I want to know what Ra-on likes," Satan leaned on the table, stretching out his spine, "and what turns him on. I want to surprise him and show off what a catch I am."

You've been here in Hell for too long to be thrown off guard by questions like that. Didn't make them any easier to deal with, it still pulled at your energy and patience.

You grabbed your cup and took as long of a drink as you can stand. "Why are you asking me? You can get it," You thrust your thumb behind you. "From the source himself."

Satan didn't blink, he rarely did, but you can see the momentary lapse in thought. Stared into nothing for all of three seconds before standing. "Oh yeah, I can."

And then he left. Just like that.

Good, now he can leave you alone.

For all of two minutes. Satan plopped right back to the chair he scooted way too close into your side.

"Why are you back." You were just about to start eating your breakfast too. Satan's chair screeched against the cafe floor as you pushed it away with your leg. Satan didn't so much as shift, elbow firmly on the table.

"Ra-on said you'll explain it better than he can. Besides, I'm pretty sure you know him better than anyone, right?"

…you've got to be…

You rubbed at your temples. You suspected as much. You mean, he's not wrong, but it is a double edge sword, the fact that you knew...way too much about Ra-on honestly. But to be very fair to you, he cannot keep anything a secret for more than a week.

Satan's stare was always intense but right now it was pissing you off with how wide his smile is. You know he's enjoying the fact that you're starting to get annoyed.

You put down your plate firmly and turned in your chair, pointing to Ra-on who was desperately trying to hide in his own chair.

"Just say you're into DDLB! It's not that hard!" Putting aside the fact that you cannot see Satan pulling this off in a way that won't make you laugh, you knew it would work on Ra-on either way. Gets turned on at the drop of hat, he's way too easy to please. "Use the hole! On your face! For words!"

Ra-on flinched and slid right out of his chair, taking the table with him. You would've been concerned, but this was far from the first time he's done this. And besides, he recovered way too quickly for you to say anything about it.

Ra-on opened his mouth, likely about to spit out how he's not into that, and not curious at all despite all the subpar smut novels with barely legal protagonists and hugely unbalanced power dynamics, search history pointing to fanfictions with huge age gaps as the main sell, and porn folders labeled exactly what you're talking about.

You know what he's about. He can't lie to you and he knows it, but damn will he try.

Except he can't. Because Satan started talking.

"What's DDLB?" Satan tilted his head to the side as an empty headed dog would at a curious little thing.

Ra-on, in contrast to that innocent movement, buried his face in his hands, ears steaming red.

You stared into the sky. "…come on…"

Why do you gotta be the kink teacher here?