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Snippet of the newest part of GHNS

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to y/n and Satan, Leviathan had indeed awakened. Watching their intense, intimate exchange combined with the potent influence of the syrup stirred up a powerful, visceral reaction within the embodiment of Envy. Leviathan's fingernails grew into sharp, menacing talons. Simultaneously, a dorsal fin began to emerge along his spine, studded with jagged spikes that bristled as his blood pulsed. His eyes, a vibrant, fiery orange, glowed with renewed intensity as his round pupils transformed into long, serpentine, vertically slit irises. Those eyes followed each motion of the duo's passionate engagement through the thick barrier of glass, their shadows cast by the dim ambience of the room.

An intoxicating blend of envy, frustration, and excitement brewed within Leviathan's core like a tempest, causing him to struggle internally as conflicting courses of action-filled his mind. On one hand, his envy and frustration fueled a fierce desire to emerge from his aquatic haven and confront y/n and Satan for their blatant display of intimacy right there in his room.

But on the other hand, as he watched y/n and Satan indulge in their passionate exchange, Leviathan couldn't help but enjoy the scene playing out before him as his cock twitched and hardened, pressing up against the inside of his pants. His lust-filled feelings rose with each intimate gesture shared between y/n and Satan. He tried to rationalize it was all due to the effects of the syrup as he continued to surreptitiously watch the couple, but deep down Leviathan knew it was more due to how much he enjoyed this unexpected spectacle. His envious feelings still boiled within him, but they were intertwined with the undeniable pleasure he derived from his secret voyeurism.

Caught between these conflicting desires, Leviathan's face flushed with both envy and lust, painting a telling picture of the turmoil within. Hesitantly he began moving through the water, inching steadily closer to the transparent barrier between him and the pair making out in his room. Driven by the overwhelming emotions of jealousy and raw, primal desire churning inside him, Leviathan gently pressed his forehead against the cool surface of the glass panel, allowing him to observe y/n and Satan from an even more intimate position.

From his new vantage point, it almost seemed as if he were an active participant. Leviathan's eyes widened as he watched Satan and y/n's intimate dance unfold before him. Though as much as he wanted to look away he just could not tear his gaze away from the scene playing out before him. His tail twitched, the scales shimmering as they caught the light, and he felt a strange, pleasurable sensation coursing through him. His gills flared, drawing in more water as his breathing grew heavier and his heart started to pound harder in his chest, echoing the rhythm of their passionate movements.

 The sensation he derived from watching, was foreign yet exhilarating, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He could feel the blood rushing to the sensitive tip, making it throb in time with his heartbeat. Clenching his jaw he tried to suppress a moan that threatened to escape his lips, as he fought against the urge to touch himself, knowing that giving in would only make his desire more difficult to control, especially with the magical properties of the syrup coursing through his veins. Reaching up with his talon-tipped fingers, placing his palms flat against the pane where, had it been absent, his digits would've encircled y/n's petite waist. The pressure and motion of his talons grazing against the glass imparted faint, crescent-shaped marks on the barrier. This is a snipped from my Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup Series.

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Mammon`s room

As MC walked into the Avatar of Greed's room, a smile filled her face as she looked around his room. "Still as messy as ever, aren't you, Mammon," she chuckled softly, setting the food she'd brought on his pool table for him to enjoy upon his return from his modelling gig. Clothes were scattered everywhere, as if a tornado of fashion had swept through, leaving a trail of designer garments in its wake. His bed was a crumpled mess, the layers of soft pillows and fluffy blankets dishevelled, with a pair of black silk boxers half-hanging off the edge.

A large 3D TV, the latest Devildom model, adorned one wall, his sound system was, of course, top-tier, with cables snaking between it and a massive, immersive gaming set-up. One controller lay on the glass table, the other on the floor as if abandoned by its owner mid-game.

Mammon's collector's edition of expensive liquor were on display in the corner, each with a tag indicating the rarity and price of the beverage. A collection of designer watches and jewellery filled a glass cabinet, a clear mark of Mammon's obsession with money and the luxuries it could provide. Well, when he had money, that was, if he, in his thirst for more, hadn't blown it at the casino or by losing at the shadow races. Fortune played a capricious game with Mammon. Those who managed to garner his affection reaped the benefits, until they no longer did his favor. Towars Mammon' himself, his wealth was as unpredictable as flipping a coin, ebbing and flowing with each roll of the dice, driven by the sin of his greed. Each time he struck it rich, he would inevitably enter a vortex of poor decision-making that saw him losing everything, only to start the cycle anew.

Priceless art pieces, intricately designed and showcasing the bright, bold colours typical of Devildom's demonic artists, adorned the walls. Though Mammon might not have the same artistic inclinations as his oldest brother, these particular works had obviously captured his fancy enough for him to spend a fortune on them.

The room was a paradise for someone who loved living in excess, but it also showed he had a short attention span, getting bored quickly and moving on to the next hot item for sale in Devildom. One could see not just an obsession with money, but also with the thrill of the chase as he sought out the newest, shiniest, most expensive trinkets and gadgets. No matter how many times Mammon lost his fortune, the thrill of the chase and gaining it back was what kept his heart racing and his blue eyes glittering with sparkles of golden dots.

MC shook her head, amused and somewhat intrigued by Mammon's cycle of good and bad fortune. "If anyone can turn their luck around, it's Mammon, isn't it?" she mused, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

Inhaling deeply, she could still detect the undertones of Mammon's signature scent, 'Devilish No. 5.' The familiar fragrance made her heart flutter, and a wicked grin curved her lips as she thought of the mischief they'd get up to that evening.

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Happy Birthday Asmodeus 2024

Hi all, so its pretty much done, I managed to turn Asmo his birthday event into a story going from the original 2000 words a over 7500 worded story for both the Female MC story and the Male MC story.

They follow the same line, but they are still different enough to be enjoyed both if you wish to read each of them.

Female MC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56136247

Male MC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56137537

ps. This is the first time I tried doing a M/M story, so yeah, I tried and it won`t be perfect.

Snippet female MC:

Reaching out, Asmodeus took the box and with eager fingers from MC, brushing his fingers ever so lightly over hers. "Like I’d ever be disappointed in something you gave me. Gosh, and it’s so nicely wrapped too. I just know you’ve gotten me something I’ll love!”

"The ribbon looks so cute, it’s almost too cute to undo. But, that’s the only way I’ll get to see what’s inside! Thanks a bunch, MC.

Carefully he started untying the lavender-pink ribbon. A perfect match to the nail polish that graces some of the demon's long elegant fingers. Twirling the silk ribbon between his fingers he suddenly had an idea.

"Stand still for me hon." Reaching out he took a lock of her hair, he gently braided the ribbon together with a couple of her silky smooth strands, before tucking the thin braid behind her ear. Staring into her eyes, his gaze filled with adoration, “You’re the most incredible gift, MC, I'm so grateful that you have come into my life, " giving her a soft kiss on top of her head.

Snippet male MC: "Happy Birthday, Asmo," MC said, handing the gift to Asmodeus humbly. "It's nothing much, but I hope you like it." "Yay! A birthday present! Like I'd ever be disappointed in something you gave me. Gosh, and it's so nicely wrapped too. I just know you've gotten me something I'll love!" Asmodeus admired the lime-green ribbon, matching his nail polish. He loved those small, thoughtful details. "The ribbon looks so cute, it's almost too cute to undo. But, that's the only way I'll get to see what's inside!" He thanked MC with a wide smile. Carefully, Asmodeus started untying the lime-green ribbon, pulling the silk through his fingers. An idea struck him. "Give me your right hand, pet." His voice was sweet and gentle as MC obeyed, offering his wrist. Asmodeus started braiding the ribbon around it, forming a makeshift bracelet. He tied the knot securely, planting a gentle kiss on MC's pulse point.

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Cursed child

The electric scent of ozone perfumed the air,

On a chilly, stormy moonless night.

A young mother cradled her newborn baby tight,

As flashes cut through the black sky so bright.

In the heavens white-winged figures flutter 'round,

Angels weep tears of sorrow their song full of mourn.

Rivers overflowing from crystal tears shed,

As the heavens cry for the little child born.

Static crackles, raising hackles on skin,

As heavens rumble in another thunderous roar.

Banks collapse, trees uprooted,

Swallowed whole as soaked earth can bear no more.

In the village whispers abound, the people huddle close,

Fear and worry are etched on every face.

For this cursed child, foretold by the old crone's fate,

It was said would bring darkness and chaos to this place.

As lightning sets the forest aflame,

Silhouettes of demons seem to be dancing in the fiery light.

Creatures of shadows and night arise,

The howls of wolves resonate through the velvet night.

Their face pale and wet from terror tears,

as dread creeps deeper under their skin.

The sounds of the night making them shiver,

making their heart beat faster and quicker within.

As morning wakes, its celestial body rising over the horizon,

stretching its arms of red out the now clear blue sky,

The heavens have stopped their weeping,

the storm settles, howling winds slowly die.

The villagers still shaken now dare come out of hiding,

Their minds filled with fear by prophecy's lie,

Gather in town pitchforks in tow,

They holler and shout, the cursed child must die.

In the centre the mother stands with a soft smile she looks at her beautiful child,

before facing the crowd without a shred of fear.

Her love is too strong to accept her child's fate,

she speaks her mind her voice loud for all to hear;

Though darkness may come, don't let it define,

The path ahead, for it's yours to design.

With courage and strength, you shall prevail,

Against the doubts, the fears, both great and frail.

You grow and stand tall my precious little one,

No matter what one crones word might say, no one's faith is set in stone.

Embrace the power of your light that dwells within,

Don`t listen to wicked tongues, for you, my darling, shape your destiny alone.

So hold your head high and never surrender to ill-spoken words,

For, in the end, it's your journey that defines.

Your path is your own to conquer,

Make it a life worth living, regardless of the prophesy signs.

With love and resilience,

break free from its wicked chain.

Welcome to the world, my brave little one,

Now embrace your reign.

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So I was watching Outlander ( yes started late) and one of the locations was the above and I could not stop thinking, should there not be a dragon/gargoyle on the upstairs landing? So in the series, it is supposed to be a library in France, but its actually a Library in the Strahov monastery located in Prague, Czech Republic

What do you guys think? Is this place perhaps the inspiration for the unnamed bookstore in OM?

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Nightmares

Cast out of the Celestial realm into the Devildom, Belphegor his sin of sloth, which had come with his new life as a demon, had slowly started to overtake him. But the young demon had not minded just sleeping. At least lost in his dreams he still had his beloved little sister. His dreams had been so wonderful and peaceful that they made him smile in his sleep. Belphegor would dream about running over the celestial fields with Lilith. Tumbling down the hills with her and Beelzebub as they kicked up puffs of little fluffy seeds. Making them fly up, the seedlings would dance in the gentle breeze like little white sprites.

The three angels laughed with hearts filled with joy as they rose higher and higher flapping their majestic wings. Flying across the heavenly skies they dared each other who could do the most somersaults before getting dizzy. But then….

.......Then the dreams changed as the guilt he felt when he was awake started creeping into his dreams. From then on each time he dreamed of his beloved sister, the dream would twist into nightmares.

The sky would darken and cries of battle and death would ring in the air. A flash of light reflecting on metal would catch his eyes. The arrows being pulled back on the bows of the power of authority angels that was posed at him and his, so close but so far away, sister.

Beelzebub his roar of anger rolled over the once-peaceful meadows. His brother's desperation calls out to them cut fresh new gashes in Belphegor his heart each time he heard them in his nightmare again.

Time seemed like it slowed down as the arrows glistering in the light slowly pierced the celestial sky. Tears streamed down Belphegor his face in his celestial dream form, as well as on the sleeping demon in the real world as he knew what came next. In his nightmare he would shout back to his orange-haired twin, for this time to pick Lilith over him, to save his little sister. Safe her brother, not me!, but his words would never be heard by Beelzebub

He could hear Beel's powerful wings flapping thrumming the sky like thunder. Despair and grief etched out his twin his face as he could but save only one, an impossible and heart-wrenching choice to make. Belphegor watched as his brother, set by destiny, pick him over and over again sealing his beloved little sister's fate...

Beel`s massive wings wrapped around Belphegor his smaller frame like a cocoon of feathers. As he got swept out of the reach of the deadly arrow. Belphegor could see the flash of relief wash over his sister's face, seeing that her brother had been saved only moments before her face twisted in pain as the cursed arrow pierced her wing and Lilith fell.

Choked sobs of his brother filled his ears as he held on to Beelzebub, his choice had saved one life over the other. And all that Belphegor could do was cry out to his sister. His heart-wrenching scream as he watched her tumbling down to earth, would carry him into the real world, waking him from his nightmare. His twin's arms around him, holding tight, telling over and over I'm here Belphie, I got you brother…..

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The fall

Still working away on my other two long-running stories, but sometimes my mind wanders already towards possible future story ideas.

Below a loose draft of a bit of writing, I hope to give wings within a new story. When I finally finish the ones I am currently working on that is.

Forged from the purest of celestial irons, the Archangel white with splashes of gold and blue armour would shine as radiant as the brightest morning star whenever he took flight. Now it was dull with dirt, dented and covered with a crimson hue. The blood, some of his brethren, but most of it his own as Lucifer fell from the heavens clawing at his own wings to hasten his fall.

Wings, one by one, fell away as the Archangels ripped them from his back. Six, ones pure white wings now turning ashen as they drifted down in a furry of blood and feathers. A deep dark green mist forming around them, keeping them together as they now made their own decent.

Lucifer did not care as he fell faster and faster into the darkness of hell. Nor did he hear the sudden strangled cry from within the swirling green fog. All he thought about was to try and catch her.

To save….

her.

A broken angel plummeting, her arms stretched out up to the heavens, towards the ones she loved. A ones curious, always smiling face, now twisted in pain, arrows burrowed deep within her broken wings. All the young angel ever wanted was to love and be loved. Tears of sorrow now streamed down her paling cheeks, her long silver locks tangling in the winds. The ground now close, she shut her eyes, a prayer for her brothers to be safe upon her dying lips.

Arms wrapped around her, a gentle touch. The young angels wings, ones white now slowly disintegrated, as they touched the devils ground. A soft smile filled out Lilith face as she looked up her eldest brother with love and tenderness. Set gently down on the ground, cradled in his arms, Lilith no longer felt the pain, nor heard the raging battle as a calmness settled over the dying angel.

Anger cast off like he had cast of his wings, Lucifer gently wiped a strand of hair from his sisters face. Jet black eyes staring into those of emerald green, eyes that ones sparkled with live, now slowly dimming with each laboured breath.

“I love you my sister, for now and eternity”, Lucifer whispered before placing one last kiss on Lilith's forehead. Tears filled the ones revered Archangel eyes, hanging for a breath at the fallen angels lashes, before rolling down the now newly born demons cheeks.

“Don't be sad my sweet brother, you tried", Lilith's voice sounded so soft, her fingers cold against his damp wet cheek. “It's OK” she whispered. “Just hold me and remember all the fun we used to have.”

Lilith's fingers lifted higher, a soft content sigh passed her dry cracked lips as she trailed her fingers though his raven hair.

It made Lucifer think back on the times he would lay with her in the meadows, how his little sister would run her fingers through his hair with one hand while pointing up at the clouds with the other as she told him what she saw in them.

The meadows was where Lilith would braid daisies, crowing Mammon head with them. Where she would dance, kicking up the dandelion seeds with Leviathan. Where she would roll down the hills in a giggling fit with the twins. Where she would sing, her voice so beautifully matched with Asmodeus as they gave voice to their newest song.

“Lucifer you must promise me...”

His fingers curled round hers, leaning in closer, her voice now so faint it was barely more than a faint whisper.

“Promise me that you will take care of them…”

Staring up the dark sky, Lucifer prayed for what would be the last time, begging his father to safe her his beloved sister, to take his live instead. But there was no answer but the echoes of a dying battle, the drips of his own tears falling.

Lucifer felt Lilith's hand slip away, as he watched with growing grief her eyes fluttered shut, never to open again. The mask of death slipping slowly over her face.

“Please”, he whispered one last time into the darkness. Closing his eyes, Lucifer sent out his prayer to anyone that would listen. “I'll do any for her to live.…”

Would you?

Would you swear an oath to me Lucifer, become mine if.... If I where to saved her?

Eyes snapping open, the black replaced with furious red, Lucifer stared up into the golden eyes of the demon now standing before him. The question hung heavy in the air.

Lucifer had started the war today to save his sister from getting wiped out of existence, all because of a mistake she had made fuelled by her love towards the man that had captured her heart. But his rebellion had been brewing long before, Lilith had just been the tipping point. His desire to be free, for all to be free to follow their dreams like his sister had, to no longer follow blindly the rules of heaven had spurred the Archangel on. He had been foolish, even prideful perhaps, to think he could have won the battle.

And now, he was given a choice, give up his freedom in exchange for his sister's life? To be bound again, this time not as a servant of heaven, but to the future Demon king of hell?

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Devildom blood strawberries and hell pancakes.

“Oh. Hi y/n.” the gluttonous demon greeted her with a smile so bright it would melt the coldest of hearts. His lips were stained a rich crimson red, glistering like blood in light of the flames dancing within the stoves. An ominous sight to see on a demon, if y/n hadn't known just what had caused the blood-like appearance that stained the demon's mouth.

“Hi Beel”, she gave the orange-haired demon a beaming smile as she pointed out towards the still growing stack of pancakes. “Are you serving out those for lunch? And are those fresh Devildom blood strawberries?” She licked her lips, as she pointed to the large bowl filled with what she considered one of the most tasteful fruit in all the three realms. “Can I have some...”, she gave Beelzebub her best puppy dog eyes,“...Please.”

Beel`s warm rolling laughter filled the room, “You look like you would sell your soul to have some of those blood strawberries the way you are near drooling y/n.”

“Pssss, I wouldn't be going that far as to sell my soul, but it's a close call fur sure”, her own laughter danced around the large demon as she sauntered over closer to the sinful fruit that was just begging her to take one.

“Take as many as you like y/n, you have to eat well you know, to keep your strength up. You pretty much skipped breakfast.”

Just as she was just about to protest, Beel cut her off, “That bit of toast doesn't count.”

“I had coffee too.” she weakly countered, the disapproving *hmpff* that Beel gave her, enough to let her know he wasn't impressed.

Leaning against the counter, she was just about to reach into the bowl, but Beelzebub bet her to it. Fishing one of the largest strawberries out of the bowl, with his long strong fingers. He held it up towards her. Taking in his intentions she leaned forward, her lips brushing over his fingertips as her mouth closed around the offered piece of fruit. A soft moan of delight spilt over her lips as the sweet taste of it bled out over her tongue

A slight blush formed on the orange-haired demon's face as he dipped his head slightly, his voice turned so soft it almost made her miss his whispered, “Good girl”, followed with a happy humm from the gluttonous demon as he pulled his fingers back from her mouth.

Y/n raised one eyebrow her lips forming a playful smile as she looked up at the blushing demon, "Good girl hmmm?" Now had anyone else called her that, she would retort with a snappy comeback, but coming from Beelzebub, it sounded cute and made her feel loved.

Realizing he had actually said that out loud, Beel`s pink turned a deeper shade of red, spreading even more over the demon's face. The seven lords of hell might be dangerous and powerful demons. But when they blushed, they looked so frigging adorable.

Though it did not stop him from already holding another piece up against her lips. One that she gladly took from his fingers as she sucked the piece of fruit into her mouth, curling her tongue around the demon's fingers teasingly before he pulled them back to feed her another strawberry.

Oh, how she loved the taste of fresh Devildom blood strawberries. They tasted like human world strawberries that had grown during the hottest days of summer, grown big and red from the abundance of sunlight and heat. Juicy enough from just the right amount of summer rain so when you bit into them they filled your mouth with just the right amount of sweet juicy perfection.

But Devildom blood strawberries were much larger than their human world counterpart and packed with so much juice it would always spill over, colouring one's lips with a shimmering hue of red, giving the appearance of blood coating one's lips. The more one ate the more juice would collect upon one's lips, until it spilt over, making a trail down one's chin like that of a drop of blood. Just like the drops, y/n could feel forming in the corners of her mouth were about to do.

Beel`s deep purple amethyst coloured eyes followed the bead of red that started sliding down from the corner of y/n`s mouth. A look of hungry desire filling them, for a taste of it? For a taste of her?

Hesitating for a moment, the large demon leaned in closer, his breath sweet with the scent of blood strawberries. His voice was gentle, filled with affection, “I missed having you round in the kitchen y/n, you… you somehow make everything taste better when you are around.”

“And you…”, his tongue flicking out, hot and wet against the tip of her chin, just in time before gravity won and her shirt would have been stained red, slowly he worked his way up till he ended at the corner of her mouth. His tongue slid over her slightly parted lips to the other corner of her mouth before the juice made its way down her face on that side. “… you taste so good as well y/n.” His lips brushed feathery light over hers, before turning into a full kiss. Beelzebub's kiss didn't feel demanding nor rushed. Instead, it started out more like an inquisitive subdued kiss, as if to see where it might lead to, without any pressure or assumptions, before slowly gaining passion the longer their lips stayed locked together.

Slightly surprised by the more daring behaviour of the usually more quiet one of the seven demon brothers, y/n wondered if their encounter this morning perhaps had not fully cured the sixth born from the effects of the Golden Hellfire Newt Syrup. Or perhaps had their little game opened the gates to a more daring Beelzebub? One that would not sit back anymore and pursue her more openly now?

Either way, y/n didn't mind it when the ginger demon's exploration of her lips ended with a kiss. A slow and tender kiss, a kiss that made her hunger for more, made her heart flutter as it grew in passion. What she did mind was that their kiss got cut short due to the smell of food about to burn. The way Beelzebub crinkled his nose was pretty cute though as he sniffed the air. Braking away from her the orange-haired demon gave her an apologetic smile, as he pulled the pan off the stove and chucked the blackened pancake in the bin.

Pressing the back of her hand against her mouth y/n tried to smother the sigh of disappointment over the loss of the demon's lips on hers. Beelzebub`s attention now fully back on his cooking she helped herself to some more blood strawberries. Their sugary taste made up for some of the loss she had felt over their sweet kiss cut too short.

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Wishing everyone a Happy Halloween weekend. And remember, don`t feed this cutie after midnight ;)

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Favourite Demon

An arm slipped around her waist pulling her closer as velvet soft lips brushed her neck.

Asmodeus's hot whispered breath tickled her ear, “I saw you staring at me the whole time at class MC. No need to be shy darling. You can admit it to little old me."

The demon's fingers danced over her back, his question finished with a tender kiss pressed against the soft spot behind her ear.

Twisting from out the demon's grasp, an eyebrow raised in question MC faced the avatar of lust “Admit what?” A small snap of annoyance coloured her voice over getting touched like this in the middle of RAD`s hallway. She could already feel the angry, jealousy-filled glances of Asmo`s groupies piercing her back.

“Well that I am your favourite demon of course.” A flirtatious smile filled out the demon's face.

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A loud shrill sounding bell filled the noisy hallway.

Talk about being saved by the bell, MC sighed. not wanting to be late for her next class. If you think a regular teacher can give you hell for being late, try a demon teacher.

“Yes, your my… my favourite demon of lust Asmo,” MC answered the still waiting demon.

“Ahaha, See I knew it. Like how could you not be dazzled by such a beauty as me MC? You can always come see me later in my room for a… ah… study session if you like my dear.”

Pleased with MC`s answer Asmo happily skipped off to his next class. Sticking his tongue out at Satan, who was in the mids of a conversation with Solomon as they crossed paths with each other in the hallway. “See, did you hear dear brother? I told you I'm MC's fave.”

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Sitting down at a class desk next to MC`s, Solomon leaned in with an impressed look in his grey eyes. His voice a husked whisper, “I heard what you said to Asmodeus, MC. You got quite the silver tongue.”

“Hmmm?” MC turned slowly round to face the silver-haired sorcerer, feening a look of pure innocence. “I have no idea what you are talking about Solomon”

Solomon`s laugh, got them a clack of the teachers tongue and a look of annoyance as the demon's yellow snakelike eyes bore into them.

“Issss there sssomething you two would like to sssshare with the rest of classss?!” teacher hissed it`s forked tongue flicking in and out of the demon`s mouth, like he was tasting the air.

Both humans snapped at attention, ignoring the giggles of the other students around them. “No sir!” they replied in unison.

A devilish smirk tugged at from the corners of MC`s lips as she hid her face behind her textbook.

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This is how villains are made.

Now unlike what you heroes like to believe, villains are not born evil you know. Most start out just like you, filled with hopes and dreams.

But each time those dreams get crushed, they descend a little deeper into a hopeless abyss. When their kindness is taken for granted, misused, abused, they lose a bit of their shine.

As a new round of hurtful words are driven into them like a sharp knife. Each time, their soul shatters into smaller pieces.

One day there is no more to lose for them, and they just stop caring. As all that was good within them lies now trampled into the ground.

Then, darkness is ready to wrap another fallen one in its eager arms. Rekindling a new fire within this broken soul.

Fusing the pieces together again, except for that one part of them, now forever lost. For what is broken can never be restored again to what it was.

No, villains are not born evil, most start out just like you, hero. They just didn't have anyone to lift them up when they were down on their knees.

They didn't have anyone to take their hand, no one to say, here let me help, I'll stand with you.

They didn't have anyone to tell them, yes, you do matter. No one was there to heal their shattered soul again with kind and caring words.

And now you stand before me when it is all too late. You say that I am wicked, cruel, without a soul. Tell me valiant hero, where were you when evil was done to me?

Now that I am the one that brings the pain, you are here to stop me. Where were you when I needed you, to come to my rescue all those times?

Was I not worth saving, was I just to become lost? No, villains are not born evil, they are made by those around them.

Now that I am the bringer of anguish like it was brought on me so many times.

Now, as I laugh, watch the tears stream down your cheeks with a cold heart.

Now you have come, but not to save me. No, you came to bring me down.

And as you charge at me, sword drawn, our final battle to be fought. Remember that this is not how my story started, only how it ends.

As you ring your sword through me, get your heroes cheer. Tell me, hero, as my bloodied body lays at your feet, do you now feel proud?

Let me, with my last dying breath, beseech you one last time. Listen to me hero and remember my cautionary tale. For villains are not born.

Villains, they are made.

For them…

...for me…

… the hero came too late.

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Dangerous

The man, no, the demon's eyes shimmered like a pool of hot melted gold. Beautiful, enticing, charming. But you were no fool by letting them lull you into a sense of easiness. You were certain Diavolo was just as dangerous and deadly, if he so wished, as stepping into s pool of melted gold.

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Don`t keep your human waiting ;)

Closing up your books, you were more than done for the evening as you rubbed your tired eyes. You had been studying for your upcoming test on Monday for hours. Tomorrow you had a study date with Satan to go over it all and work on the last bits, and if you still didn't know it by then, well you would never do. What you needed now was a bit of fun and relaxation.

With a pot of steaming coffee and two mugs, you had made your way to Lucifer's study. As usually his desk was filled with stacks of paperwork. By the tired expression in Lucifer's eyes, as he looked up at you as you entered his room, you knew he had been working for hours. The appreciative warm smile you got when he noticed the tray in your hands, before Lucifer bend his head back to carry one with his work, made you warm and fuzzy.

You had offered to help though you already knew the answer. Lucifer's pride for perfection, would not let him unburden himself of any of the workloads.

So instead you had worked out some of the knots in his shoulders and refilled his mug whenever he'd finished his coffee. You were enjoying the peaceful ambience of the fire roaring, a twig snapping from time to time as it got consumed to cinders. You could feel Lucifer relax under your touch even as his pen kept flying over paper after paper.

His fingers finally stilled, “Y/n as much as I love what you are doing, your fingers must be tiring. Come sit with me for a moment.”

Taking your hand Lucifer pulled you onto his lap. Tilting your face up, his lips brushed over yours. His kiss was light, drawing out your desire for more. Slipping your arms around his neck, this time it was you that seized Lucifer's lips.

As you deepened your kiss, Lucifer responded with his own hunger for more. You could feel his desire starting to press up against you. His hands started to roam over your back, sliding underneath your top. The taste of him on your lips, the smell of cologne filling your nose, all of it didn't leave you unaffected either.

As much as Lucifer tried to hide his displeasure, you still caught his soft little whimper when you broke your kiss. Hiding the smirk that curled on your face you bent over to whisper in his ear. "If you wish for more, why don't we carry this on in your bedroom my love."

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Your neck now so close, Lucifer couldn't resist. Scraping his fangs over the side of your neck. He could feel the slight shiver that ran through you. It was still a mystery to him how a human could have stirred such a deep feeling of love inside of him. Though your assertiveness had for sure played a big role in capturing his heart.

Lucifer wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening in your arms, but as he eyed the still to do paper, he let out a sigh. “I do, I will…” he kissed the tender part behind your ear “… just give me another half hour, to finish a few more things.”

As soon as you got up from his lap, he already missed the warmth of your body, your arms around his neck. He'd almost got up to follow you, if not for his pride to call him back to his work. Just thirty minutes more, then that's it he told himself.

The look in your eyes as you warned him, “a half-hour Lucifer, no more”, right before you left, closing the door behind you, had been enough to covey that he'd be in trouble if he ran late.

A slow smile spread over his mouth, spilling into his dark eyes. Closing them for a moment, Lucifer shook his head fondly. Here he was, a demon, one of the seven lords of hell, a mighty force that made lesser demons cower in fear just by glaring at them. And then there was you, the mortal human who had stolen his heart and could bring him down on his knees with a snap of her fingers if he dared to displease her.

And Lucifer,…

…he couldn't be happier to have finally found the one person that loved him with all her heart. But who also didn't feel any qualm to take control, to dominate him, to put him in his place. Who he could trust to not abuse his feelings of wanting to be, for once, the one not in control.

Y/n his beloved and Master.

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The half-hour had passed and still no Lucifer. When the hour had turned into two, you had gotten tired of waiting. You had warned him, hadn't you? So if Lucifer wasn't going to come to you, you would seek him out again, and this time not for a kiss and coffee.

Like this bit? The whole thing is a lot longer and smuttier. NSFW as it contains pegging, begging, lots of kissing and.... well you can read the whole thing at

[regina-daemonium]

Lucifers submission

Never...

Never would he, The Morningstar, humble himself before humans.

His armour shone brightly under the celestial sun. Spreading his mighty wings spread wide, throwing gusts of wind up as he took to the sky.

Lucifer's pride soared high, how could his father expect him to bend the knee to those lowly creatures that now walked the earth.

Just look at them he had shouted up at the heavens a millennium ago. 

And now...

now... 

Here he was sinking down on his knees before her, this one human who had cast her light into his darkness. 

Who helped bring his family back closer together.

Staring up at her, looking into her eyes, so radiant and filled with kindness and love, melting away the last bits of his pride.

Lucifer the Archangel vowed to never bow down to humans.

And Lucifer, the avatar of pride, one of the seven demon lords?

He took one last look at the woman towering over him, before dipping his head and casting his eyes down in submission. 

Would neither.

Except for her... 

... his beautiful Master...

who captured his heart.

[regina-daemonium]

“Hey, I told you I didn't do that. That was Belpie, playing a prank on me!” y/n grumbled a glint of annoyance filling her eyes as she remembered all the embarrassing sounds Belphegor had set on her D.D.D. until she finally had got him to stop.

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For two weeks, each day her D.D.D had been set to another annoying or embarrassing alarm and ringtone. She still hadn't figured out how Belphegor had kept swiping her D.D.D. to change it, without her noticing.

Her limit had been reached when during an invitation for tea at the demon lord's castle, her D.D.D had started blasting loud farting sounds. Stammering out apologies, her face turning as red as a tomato she had ripped out her D.D.D from her back pocket, hitting the off button so forceful it was a small miracle the thing hadn't broken. After she explained about Belphegor his latest pranking bout, Diavolo had not been able to stop laughing for at least ten minutes

Back at the house of Lamentation, the first thing y/n had done was hunt down the avatar of sloth. She had found him in the attic, wrapped around his cow pillow. Sound asleep of course and dammit why did the seventh-born always look so innocently and adorably cute when he was sleeping. It nearly made her turn on her heels and let him be. Almost, that was. If not for her D.D.D. starting on another bout of farting sounds. The soft giggles that emanated from the avatar of sloth as a string of the most colourful words cuss words she had picked up in the devildom started to flow from her mouth trying to shut her D.D.D. off again, did not do much in the youngest demon`s favour.

Her ire heated again, y/n had stalked over to the now fully awake mischievously smiling demon. Standing in front of the bed, one arm pressed into her side, the other waving her D.D.D around. “You think that's funny huh Belphie? Have you any idea how embarrassing it was having this go off while being with Diavolo? Or how not funny it was when it started blaring out sheep noises in the middle of a R.A.D lecture, right before a lunch break in a room filled with hungry demons!”

“Ah, it was just a prank y/n”, Belphegor yawned while blinking at her lazily. "Stop being so annoyingly loud about it."

“Ah prank?… How about if you mess with my D.D.D ringtones as a counter prank…” A glint of malevolence flashed in y/n`s eyes as she pointed at the demon's cow pillow. “I will wash that so hot it will shrink to the size of a D.D.D. ?”

Belphegor had hissed at her while hugging his pillow so tightly, that the seams stretched. A fraction more, they would have popped, spilling feathers all over the room like a flurry of snow. The shocked look in the one purple eye not obscured by the demon's hair as he glared at her made y/n smile in victory. It seemed her treat had gotten his attention, that she was indeed serious, and she didn`t think it was a laughing matter at all. Didn`t he realize how much trouble his so-called prank could have gotten her into?

But then her smile faltered hearing how sad his comeback sounded. So not like Belphegor`s usually don't give a fuck attitude.

“T- that's j-just evil y/n.” he had near whispered before jumping out of the bed. Belphegor had rushed past her, still clutching his pillow in a protective manner as he out of the door and down the winding stairs.

Had she seen that right, that slight tremble of Belphies lips, right before he had spoken to her? As well as what sounded like a swallowed sob as he rushed passed her? The threatening of his favourite pillow must have really hit a tender spot within the usually bratty seventh-born. And dammit, now she felt guilty over upsetting the little brat. After finding Belphie again, hiding under the covers in his twin's bed, the demons cheeks had still been wet from tears. Sitting down next to the upset demon,  y/n had gently brushed the remnants of tears away as she asked why he`d gotten so upset.

Belphegor had stayed silent, though he had curled up against her, resting his head on her lap, keeping his arms wrapped protectively around his cow pillow.

Running her fingers through his hair, she had spent the next hour in silence, soothing the upset youngest demon living at the house of Lamentation. 

When he`d finally did speak, Belphegor's voice was so soft she had to lean in to hear him.

"L-Lilith got me this pillow. She gave it for me to rest on whenever we went down to the human world to watch the stars. I-it reminds me of her, and the fun we had looking up at the night sky."

Y/n could feel her throat tightening up, and her eyes beginning to water as she listen to Belphegor`s story. It made her have to swallow a few times before she could speak again. "I`m sorry Belphie, I- I didn`t know. Had I, I wouldn`t have said what I did. I`m truly sorry."

"It`s ok, it`s not like you could have known y/n. And I`m sorry for messing with your D.D.D."

Now fully understanding why he had gotten so upset, she had promised that she would never mess with his pillow.

Afterwards, they had cuddled up on the bed and Belphegor had shared with her some of the best pranks he had pulled on his siblings. And well truth be told, some of them had been damn funny.

[regina-daemonium]

Hell fire newt snippet

Y/n`s demanding tone heightened Mammon's desire to obey, but at the same fuelling his desires more. Continuing to ride the edge, it started to become almost too much to bear. Beads of glistering drops of sweat started to roll down his body.

“Ahhh…M-master… please…” Mammon shook his head in desperation, trying to obey, but it was starting to become so hard now to do so. To keep his hands in place and not touch his Master. The heated sensual smell coming from his mate wasn`t helping either.

“Not yet…” y/n`s words were a hot panting whisper in his ear. “I love making you come undone, have you shudder beneath me. Those beautiful blue eyes of yours are so filled with bliss.”

“Yesss… Master” Mammon`s fingers tighten again stronger around the branches of the headboard. Holding on, keeping himself from obeying y/n`s order to not touch her. Y/n words gave him just that little push again to keep holding on, his desire to please his Master greater than his own.

A branch snapped in his grip, making him have to grab onto another as tears of desperation to keep obeying y/n order, filled his eyes. In his mind, Mammon kept repeating, not yet, not yet be good, not yet….

Y/n her teeth nipped at the side of his neck. “Ah, your such a good obedient boy, you are doing so well-pleasing me Mammon.”

As Mammon tilted his head even further sideways, y/n eagerly accepted his invitation to leave her mark behind.

“Ok my pet.” she whispered hotly against his skin, “I want you to cum for me in three… two…, her teeth sinking into his neck on the count of one. The mix of pain and pleasure is the last push, nothing no matter how much he would want to, can stop his body from tumbling over the edge now. Making Mammon's hips buck up as he cried out in pain and orgasmic bliss, tumbling over his peak into a shuddering mess before crashing back down onto the bed. His warm slick now coating her hand and wetting the sheets in a huge big mess.

With a pleased hum, y/n let her tongue run soothingly over the teeth marks she left behind as she milked out the last bits of Mammon's spilt passion.

“You did so well, Mammon," y/n murmured against the bruised mark left on his neck before letting herself crash down on the bed beside him. "You can let go of the bed now my pet.”

Y/n`s praising words, added to the blissful warmth running through his body. Finally allowed to let go of the bed, he turned over. to wrap his arms around his human. With a sigh of contentment, Mammon pulled her flush against his still thrumming body. Burying his face in the crook of his master's neck. A steady purring sound started to vibrate against her skin.

A snippet of the newest chapter of my hellfire newt series.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2372344