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A doll, all my own.

Okay, so before I get into this fic, there are a few trigger warnings.

There is extreme violence, non consensual drug use. The fanfic is VERY gory. It is a yandere fanfic.

So if you do not feel comfortable, please do not read. Thank you.

This is a Simeon x Barbatos fanfic

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Barbatos was always.... A demon of routine. And rarely anything broke that routine. He would wake up early, as always. Prepare breakfast for his lord and clean the kitchen. Next was ensuring that his lord attended all his meetings, finished all his work... Which quite frankly was the most difficult part of his busy days. His Lord..... Diavolo. He never thought that he would meet a demon quite as enigmatic as him. No demon before actually left him wondering. Perhaps that is why Barbatos actually accepted to serve him. That and a child begging and crying for him to stay was amusing. Though, was that truly the reason Barbatos decided to stay? Because of pure amusement? Perhaps. Or perhaps at the time Barbatos may have felt a semblance of remorse for his wrong doings.

Some would assume he has gone soft. Not that anyone really knew him enough to know that he didn't really care. He just exists, he has existed, he will continue to exist. He has seen countless things, timelines, some worse, some better. Nothing fazed him anymore.

So imagine his surprise when something managed to do just that.

Diavolo was a good ruler in his opinion, if sometimes a little aloof.

To say he was.... Questioning his most recent idea would be an understatement. But as a loyal servant, he went through the motions. He made it happen according to his lord's wishes.

Today, the angels would be arriving for the exchange program.

They were quite the characters, weren't they? The younger of the two, Luke, seemed to immediately resort to insults, not even a few minutes after they met. Still, Barbatos only smiled in response to the child's antics, finding amusement behind the fact that an angelic child, so young, was brave enough to insult him to his face. He really should learn to hold his tongue. Other demons would not be as tolerant as Barbatos is. Upon hearing that the child baked, he did have his interest peaked for a moment.

Then his eyes landed upon the older.

At first, Barbatos ignored the sudden feeling in his chest, instead reaching out to introduce himself to the angel. The angel shook his hand as well, all with a big, bright smile.

And after that, it was nothing. Barbatos avoided the angel like the plague, deciding that whatever was happening, had to be left along. Not revisited and completely and utterly ignored.... But then he found himself gravitating towards the angel at any chance he had. Any free moment, he was checking up on him, looking at what he was doing. And he admired him from afar, never quite doing anything about his desires but no longer truly ignoring them. And they only grew. They grew more and more. The urge to take, to possess what he believed to be his rightfully.

His greed almost never acted up in such a way. But with the angel it was different. The longer he watched him, the more that desire grew, day by day. And Barbatos was soon realizing that there was no turning back from this. He was obsessed. Obsessed with observing, knowing everything about Simeon.

And for the first time. He was feeling jealousy. Jealousy that others got to look at him, got to touch him.

And Barbatos felt that he was slowly losing his wits. He could not handle the rage building up inside of him. But he never showed it outwardly, the conflicts he was feeling on the inside.

No.

This had to be dealt with carefully.

So he invited the angel over for tea.

It has officially been months since the exchange program started, it was not strange for them to meet up... Just talk.

Perhaps for tea. And Barbatos decided that it would be the perfect opportunity. Yes, tea with Simeon was a good idea.

And one quick text was all it took to get the angel in the castle's kitchen.

That afternoon, Barbatos was stood in said kitchen, patiently brewing the tea. He decided to go with quite the lovely berry blend that he knew Simeon enjoyed in particular. He heard the door open behind him, he assumed one of the Little Ds must have opened the door for the angel.

"Simeon. Hello." Barbatos smiled "Please, have a seat, the tea will be done in a moment. I made sure to make one of your favorites. I made a strawberry shortcake to go along with it."

"Oh? My my Barbatos, I feel like royalty whenever you accept me into your company." Simeon chuckled, moving to sit down at the little table in the corner of the kitchen, he stretched, his muscles straining on his back "Oh dear, my body is killing me. My neck especially. How have you been, darling? Has everything been alright around the castle? I know how busy it gets."

"Ah, worry not. I am already quite used to this. This has been my whole life essentially." Barbatos said, grabbing a tray and bringing the tea over to the table. He set it down carefully, then took his seat "Thank you for asking however..." He reached for the teapot, pouring tea for himself first, then moving to fill up Simeon's cup as well... He laced the poured tea with a little, almost unnoticeable sleeping spell....

He smiled and picked up his cup. His eyes were stuck on Simeon however, the whole time. He watched him pick up the cup.... He watched him press the ceramic to his lips... Then he watched him drink.

His smile only widened as he saw the angel collapse....

It is time. He got up and approached Simeon. Just like that, the two disappeared.

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The angel laid, sprawled out and laid on the surgical table. He was covered with a thin, blue surgical disposable blanket.

Barbatos stood in the darkness, quietly observing the dark skinned man. Then he approached. He rose his hand to his lips, biting on his glove and slowly removing it. He took the glove out of his mouth with his still gloved hand. Meanwhile, his ungloved hand went to uncover the blanket. Underneath, Simeon was tied to the table. Even if he awoke, he wouldn't be able to move. He can't run. Good. His hand pressed against the soft skin of the leg. He let himself feel the muscle, feel the bone underneath. He felt a stirring within his stomach. Excitement? Perhaps? Oh, but Barbatos was not just excited, he was absolutely *thrilled*. Seeing the angel in his clutches, helpless against anything Barbatos wished to do to him. It was a feeling like no other. He smiled, his hand slowly moving up, gliding along the soft skin before it separated. He went around the table, now moving to look at Simeon's face.

The look of peace. Barbatos was certain that it would soon be replaced by hatred. And oh, how he thrilled to see the fire and anger in Simeon's eyes when he awoke. He thrilled to see how it would slowly melt away, replaced by horror. Barbatos would break him in ways the angel wouldn't even think possible. And eventually, he would accept him. He would accept his new life as his. And Barbatos could not wait for the day.

Deciding that that is enough, Barbatos finally moved away from Simeon and removed his second glove. He folded them and placed them aside, not wishing to get them dirty. Next was his jacket, which he discarded and neatly laid across the backrest of a chair. He rolled up his sleeves and went to grab his supplies. Soon enough, a mask was covering his mouth and his cotton gloves were replaced by rubber ones. Darkness overtook his eyes, a blank look replacing any ounce of emotion they may have held earlier, as he dragged his table with supplies to stand by his side. He pulled the blanket up, fully revealing both of Simeon's legs. He hummed, now as he looked upon the leg, he wondered where he should make the cut. Cutting at the joint would most likely make his job easier, and it would cause less suffering for Simeon. Barbatos did try to ignore his urge of waking Simeon up and enjoying his lovely screams as he made the cuts.

Another option was cutting a little below the joint. If he ever did decide to let Simeon get prosthetics, that spot would be more ideal.

Barbatos ultimately decided to go for the joints.

With a marker. he marked the place where he would cut. Placing it aside, he grabbed the saw.

Then he carefully began to cut the skin. He watched blood drip out of the incision, staining the beautifully soft leg. It dripped down down his calf and onto the table. The smell hit him quite strongly. He inhaled deeply, but ignored any desires that may have awoken from that and simply continued cutting. It was quite easy to cut through the first layer that is skin. With how thin it it, he would have been surprised if it had been any different.

Usually, he would only resort to this in order to punish someone. Quite fittingly, the punishment for the sin of wrath has historically been dismemberment. A sin Simeon embodied. It almost made him crack a smile at the amusement of the situation. But no, this was no punishment. Or well, Simeon might see it as such, he had no doubt the angel would take this the wrong way when he awoke. Not that Barbatos minded, no, not at all. Simeon would be accepting him eventually. However, Barbatos' only desire was to protect. The Devildom, even the Celestial Realm were such cruel worlds. They would destroy him, ruin him. It would be a shame for such a pure soul to go to waste.... Do not get him wrong, his reasons for wanting Simeon are purely selfish. It is not often that Barbatos indulges in his sin. However, the moment his eyes were laid upon the angel, a strong, strangling desire to possess him, to own him overtook the demon. If anything, he was the victim here.

Simeon had no right to be mad.

It is all his fault after all.

Still, Barbatos will endure and most likely, enjoy, every moment of Simeon's rage offered to him.

He stopped cutting. Placing the saw aside, he reached to untie the first leg. He repositioned the leg with great care, so it was leaning to the side. Then he tied it down once more.

Next to cut was the muscle. He pressed his blade to the side of the leg, and began to cut again. He cut carefully, making sure to cut through every tendon and vein, effectively separating the muscle from the bone. More blood seeped out but Barbatos simply ignored it. He would ensure to give Simeon a break before he moves onto the next leg. He would need time to recover, of course. He wished to do no extra damage to the angel, other than what he deemed to be necessary to preserve him. The muscle was a bit harder to cut through than the skin. He had sharpened the saw beforehand and luckily for him, there was not much muscle around the knee. Still, after so much cutting, he was starting to grow a bit tired. Sweat was pooling at his forehead and he took a moment to admire his work so far. The sight before him was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before and it made that same feeling from before stir within him. There, Simeon laid, sleeping ever so peacefully, blissfully unaware of what was happening at the moment. He reached for a cloth and some rubbing alcohol, deciding to clean just a little around the wound so he could see what he was doing. Though, considering he went through the knee, the blood loss was truly as minimal as it could be. The next part was the trickiest after all. Now he had to disarticulate the knee joint without causing too much damage. He sighed, shaking his hand a moment.

Then he got back to work.

His saw cut through the outer layer, connecting the two bones, his eyes narrowed in focus as he worked on it diligently. The only sound in the room that could be heard was his heavy, muffled breathing. Splatters of blood covered his green button up but he didn't seem to particularly care about that part. He has gotten his clothes dirty with blood before, some extra work and some magic did wonders for cleaning blood splatters.

The joints detached. He huffed, then cut through the rest of the layers of muscle and skin. He picked up the dismembered leg, now placing it off to the side to place in the freezer later. It would make for a lovely lunch at a later date. They were all craving a bit of angel. Grabbing a cotton ball, he drizzled more rubbing alcohol onto it. He carefully cleaned around the open wound, then began to wrap up the leg in gauze.

For now, he let the angel rest on the table, still tied up while he went to clean up his supplies. Taking a rag off his cart, he began to wipe down the saw he used to cut through the leg. He would need to disinfect it later. Before he moves onto the second leg. It was unfortunate that he had to wait for this. Barbatos was almost always a patient demon, however, Simeon truly flipped his life upside down, in more ways than one. And what was a demon to do but to ensure this lovely feeling never goes away?

It was a while after that Barbatos had moved Simeon to his room, now letting him lay in his bed. He sat in the corner just... Observing as the angel's chest rose and fell, an assurance that he still lives.

Then he began to stir. Barbatos' eyes dilated as he saw the mop of hair on his pillow move, followed by a groan and a small, very quiet, enough to easily miss it "Where am I...?"

The demon relished in hearing the angel's voice. He only smiled, remaining quiet. He got up and walked to the little cart he prepared for when the angel awoke. He took the teapot and held it in his hands, using his magic to quickly warm up the tea inside. He hummed "Hello Simeon. I hope you slept well."

"Barbatos?" The angel sounded confused, pushing himself into a sitting position. Seems that he has yet to notice. How oblivious. Barbatos pushed the cart over by the bed, pouring Simeon a cup, he offered it to him. He was pleased by Simeon's immediate acceptance of the cup.

"What am I doing here?"

Oh, how he adored that stupidly confused expression covering Simeon's face.

"Recovering."

".... Recovering?"

"Amputation takes a lot out of a person, demon, human, angel. Your body needs time to adjust." The way Barbatos said it, you would think Simeon was suffering from the common flue. Barbatos watched with endearment as the angel processed his words... Then shakily reached to lift up the blanket. He watched as Simeon's beautiful eyes clouded over with tears and confusion. He was obviously in shock. Shock turned to confusion. Confusion turned to sadness. Then sadness turned to rage. Through it all, Barbatos only smiled. Seeing that Simeon would not respond to him, he decided to take the matter into his own hands and continue explaining.

"You fascinate me Simeon." Barbatos explained, moving to pour a cup of tea for himself "Your manner of speech, the way you hold yourself, even your appearance. You have completely enraptured me." He sipped on his tea, seeing the way Simeon's eyes stuck to him. Seeing the rage behind the blue but the hesitation to act out. Good, he knows his place "I decided I must keep you here. And in order to keep you here, I had to ensure your chances of escape diminish. I will allow you to recover for now. But I wish for you to prepare yourself, for the same fate will befall your other leg."

Barbatos wasn't sure if he wanted to do anything to Simeon's wings. They were quite a lovely part of him. But they posed a problem as they were a means for escape for Simeon. Perhaps he would clip them, as one would a parrot's wings. It will not stop him from flying completely but....

Simeon noticed that Simeon's tears were soon turning into sobbing. He blinked slowly, returning from his thoughts into reality. Then he was moving to sit next to Simeon, leaving his cup of tea behind.

He moved to cup Simeon's cheek, wiping away any tears he could, only followed by "You have such lovely cries."

And he would be able to enjoy them daily now, for as long as he wanted.

"I promise to take good care of you, darling."

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