#13 crown mephisto

[enby-opera]

Mephisto: here’s a special item you can ring and have me bring anything you want but only once

IRUMA WITHOUT WASTING A SINGLE SECOND: JANGLE JANGLE

GIVE HIM HIS SOULMATES

LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE

DO NOT SEPARATE

[yayakoishii]

the abandonment issues are bad with this one 😭

and I'm weak for characters like that lawrd, I love Mephisto,,,

I'm very happy for him finally feeling wanted and needed– it is a wonderful feeling and the fact that Iruma sincerely wants everyone by his side makes it so much better because I know that it will end well.

Iruma makes greed feel like not a bad thing

[theworstfangirl]

In this week's chapter, Amy Azami proves that he is, without a shadow of a doubt, the biggest idiot in the Netherworld.

Mephisto reminded him that his authority as a border patrol officer means jack shit to a 13 Crowns and he decided to respond by almost singlehandedly pissing off three more with his attempt to arrest everybody.

May I remind you that "everybody" includes Mephisto, Azz and Iruma. Mephisto is a 13 Crowns himself and way above Azami's paygrade. Azz is an Asmodeus, the son of another 13 Crowns (who also has a lucrative contract in place with the Many-Ears, so she already has stakes here). Iruma... Iruma is Sullivan's grandson and Bachiko's pupil. Bachiko of the same Barbatos that the other 13 were afraid would start a war over an insult to her.

I hope I don't have to spell out exactly how this would potentially escalate in the exact same way.

Just to put this into perspective: Azami risked setting off that level of conflict over a carrot farm. Clearly, Kirio's crazy ass got the lion's share of the brains in this family.

[demon-guardian]

When Mephisto makes him kneel. Making him kneel in front of Iruma to make him look like he is bowing to Iruma, is great and fun thing to show. It is Mephisto way of showing he supports Iruma and thinks Iruma should be the next demon king. The demon king maker has found who he will support for the new demon king.

Which shows Amy that Iruma is a threat to make a 13 crown be kind and make someone bow towards someone else who isn’t them.

Iruma truly makes anyone he meets, “Wrap around his finger.”

[zeravmeta]

my sincere heartfelt belief that the reason clara has been absent from all the official functions iruma and alice go to isnt just because shes lower rank/status comparatively but because she will inevitably meet with a 13 crown/any high rank demon and when they try to talk down to her about the importance of the netherworld it will just play out like this

actually if clara even did get talked down to she is unironically the most charismatic of the love trio so she will undoubtedly get some kind of high rank support (she already has amuchan!) the way iruma and azz have and i dont doubt that down the line she will be one of the trickster plan candidates

itd be funny as hell bc sullivan bachiko and mephisto are all banking on iruma (+ most of the crowns with him stopping a civil war) and amuchan would still want alice to compete (clara would be her second choice) so maybe down the line we have all the dramatic trickster plan candidates revealed and then the camera pans back and we see clara chewing on mephistos head and hes like "hi yeah this is my candidate both iruma and asmodeus would be sad without her so shes filling the vacancy. I've lost control of my life"

[sevi007]

So, after Mairimashita! Iruma kun chapter uh... checking notes ... chapter 364 - let me just ask one question

How many of the 13 crowns does Iruma have on his side right now without even knowing it? XD

Because now that Mephisto looked at him like a puppy with heart eyes and declared himself his guide should Iruma want it (the Kingmaker himself! which I assume is something that's actually quite special in a way that not even the 13 crowns could be) I think I'm counting:

Sullivan (obv, since chapter 1)

Amayrills (already proved that she would go full on mama bear over Iruma, see the entire ball thing)

Bachiko-sensei (now a crown)

Mephisto (one of the crowns and simultaneously something else that's far older than most demons and even respected by - most - Demon Kings)

Did I miss one. I feel like I missed one.

But even if I did miss one, that's already 4 top-rank demons who would throw down if you looked at Iruma wrong so at this point, I'm wondering if anyone could truly lay a finger on him tbh.

The funniest part of me is that Iruma is pretty damn oblivious about it XD

EDIT: And I didn't count Azazel Henri on purpose - while he definitely likes Iruma, there is also the fact that he is border control - theoretically, he would have to do something if ever came to light that Iruma is human. (also, the rage bursts he gets because Ameri likes Iruma lmao)

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun Chap. 369 Thoughts

WARNING: SPOILER AHEAD

First of all, I love how Henri put Narnia back to his place in this chapter.

Like, yes, they're now both a member of the 13 Crowns, which means they're now both on equal standing, position-wise.

However, there are still a wide gap between them in terms of experience. And in that regard, Henri still has the upper-hand.

It does makes me wonder what Narnia would do next, as it was shown in the next scene that he's holding a paper that says "Human Deportation Act".

Does he plan on just deporting Iruma back to the human world? Or does he plan on doing something else? 👀👀👀

Going back to the Many-Ears settlement, they're currently celebrating their independence after the scuffle with the Fang Platoon.

And it's so funny to see Azz-Azz getting jealous of Mephisto, of all people.

Like girl (gender-neutral), calm down 😂😂

What makes it funny is that while he's telling Clara to be wary of Mephisto because he's stealing Iruma, the guy is just standing there clueless of what they're talking about.

And finally, arguably the main point of the chapter is the appointing of the new leader of the Many-Ears.

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.

Like before, Grandpa Munmu was pushing Iruma to be their king, because he and the rest of the Many-Ears still believe that they are weak and only by being subservient to someone with higher standing will they be able to establish their settlement.

However, after he realized that all of that was wrong and they don't need someone high up to grasp their independence and lead them did he began to become hopeful of their future. And who does he appoint as their king? The kid who helped him and the rest of the Many-Ears realize it.

Not himself, but Nova. The child who believed in their strength as the Many-Ears in the first place.

[error-intheraine]

Agatha All Along

Ep 5, Oct 10 2024:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY SHIT WE WERE RIGHT HE IS WANDAS KID THE SIGIL BEING MESSY TO PROTECT HIS IDENTITY ‘we don’t like to say her name’ AND THEN HES SO MAD THEY JUST WANT POWER AND THEN HE MIND CONTROLS THEM AND THE CROWN GROWS ON HIS HEAD JUST LIKE IN WANDAVISION W/ WANDA AND ALSO ‘a lot happened to me at 13 too’ AGATHA WAS UNDER WANDAS CONTROL FOR 3 YEARS SO BILLY WOULD BE 17 AND HE IS AND WHEN HE WAS 13 THATS WHEN WANDA AND VISION DIED AND WESTVIEW WAS UN MIND CONTROLLED AND I THOUGHT HE DISAPEERED IF HE’S ALIVE IS WANDA ALIVE OR DID HE COME FROM A DIFFERENT MULTIVERSE TO FILL JN A SPOT IDK I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD IS TOMMY DEAD TOO??? IF TOMMYS THERE WILL THEY BECOME A DUO IS HE GONNA KILL ANYONE ELSE CAISE THE IMLY ONE WHO WAS REALLY NICE TO HIM WAS ALICE W/ THE BROOMS AND ‘you know, I miss the eyeliner, but the hair’s kinda cute’ AND HE WAS THERE FOR HER FLASHBACK AND SHE JUST GOT OVER HER GENERATIONAL CURSE AND IS RECOVERING FROM HER TRAUMA AND THEN SHE TRIED SAVING AGATHA AND AGATHA KILLED HER AND THEN THE END BEING ‘YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN’ THAT SLAPPED SO HARD I LITERALLY ALMOST SCREAMED HOLY SUOT AND THE PARALLELS AND VISION IS GETTING HIS OWN SHOW WILL BILLY AND/OR TOMMY BE IN THAT WILL THE FULLY WHITE VIS BE IN THIS AND LIKE PULL BILLY OFF THE EDGE OF DESTRUCTION? IF RIO IS DEATH THEN WILL BILLY FORCE HER TO LEAD HIM THERE TO GET ALICE AND THEN FIND TOMMY VIS AND WANDA WOULD VIS EVEN BE THERE BECAUSE HES AI BUT ALSO HE IS A PERSON AND HE CAN DIE BUT WOULD HE BE IN THE SAME PLACE WILL WE GEG TO SEE MORE OF HIS BOYFRIEND WILL IT BE A WANDAVISION SITUATION WHERE HE’L TRY HIDING IT FROM HIS BF AND WONT WORK OR WILL HIS BF BE LIKE A CAHRCATER (I don’t think so cause gay and marvel) ALSO ‘an agent of Mephisto’ WHO IS FROM THE MARVEL UNIVERSE BASED ON GREEK MYTHS IF NORSE MYTHOLOGY IS REAL THE. GREEK MYTHOLOGY ORPHEUS???

OK LIKE 15 min LATER LOOKED ONLINE YEAH SO BILLY MOGHT NOT BE 616 BILLY SO MAYBE THATS WHY HE CANT TLAK AND LIKE AND THIRTEEN HE GOT TRANSPORTED AND HIS HAIR TURNED BLACK OR SOME SHIT AND ALSO THE REASON HE KEEPS FINDING THE CLUES

A. Already walked the witches road in a different universe/multiverse (not 616)

B. The gatherer of the coven walks the road, he gathered the coven it was never Agatha’s it was his

ALSO WHY WAS AGATHA PROTECTING HIM MAYBE SHE THOUGHT HE WAS HERS UNTIL RIO AND THEN SHE REALISED HE WAS WANDAS AND WAS LIKE OH SHIT THAT MAKES SENSE ALSO DOES TEEN KNOW HIS MOM IS WANDA HOW LONG HAS HE KNOWN WTF I CANT BELIEVE I HAVE TI WAIT ANOTHER FUCKING WEEK ALSO THE FINALE IS DEF COMING OUT ON HALLOWEEN ALSO WHAT IF WANDA IS AT THE END OF THE ROAD AND NOT DEAD J DINT THINK BILLY KNEW HIS MOM CAUSE AGATHA TRIED KILLING HIM AND BIS MOM SO LIKE YEAH

OK MEW THEORY FROM TWT HOMY SHIT WHAG IF THE WHOLE EPISODE WAS A VISION BECAUSE IN EVERY EP LILIA BLURTED OUT A VUSION AND SHE DIDNT THIS TIME PROBABLY BECAUSE WE WERE IN HER VISION ALSO SVERYINE WAS WEIRDLY OOC AND STRAIGHTFORWARD MAYBE IT DIDNT HAPPEN YET AND LIKE MAYBE BEGINNING WAS BUT I THINK GATAHAS TRIAL BEING THE SHORTEST IS DUMB SHE WOULD FAVE SO MUCH MORE AND MAYBE HER WORST FEAR IS HER MOM IDK TRAUMA BUT LIKE WHAT IF IT WAS A VISION THAT WOULD BE FUCKING CRAZY HAHA WHAT IF RIO WAS THE ONLY ONE IN CHARACTER THEY ALL TURNED ON AGATHA SO FAST MAYBE THE VISION CUT OUT FLUFF WHICH IS WHY ITS SO SHORT OR MAYBE TEEN WAS MANIPULATING EVERYONE OR LILIAS VISION OF THE WORST OUTCOME OF THE ROAD ‘save Agatha’ , Alice, don’t’ SO LILIA CAN STOP THEM FROM HAVING ALIVE DIE SAVING AGATHA AND BILLY DOESNT KILL EVERYONE ALSO WHAT IF IT WAS ACTUALLY TEENS TRIAL BECAUSE 80’s SLEEPOVER HES WEARING SAME KIND OF T SHIRT AS HE DID IN WANDAVISION AND WNADVISOON HE WAS AGED UP IN THE 80’s EPISODE AND LIKE THIRTEEN AND MAYBE HEA EVIL AND MANIPULATED EVERYONE INTO THINKING IT WAS AGATHAS FAULT SO THATS WHY BUT HE WIULDNT KILL ALICE MAYBE THAT WASNT PLANNED BUT LIKE THE DOOR ONLY OPENED WHEN HE SAID NICHOLAS SCRATCH FSR WTF

TWT IS MAKING ME CARZY WHAT IF BILLY WAS CONTROLLING IT THE WHOLE TIME SO THATS WHY TRIALS ONLY START WHEN HE DOES SOMETHING AND WHY HE WAS ABLE TO GET AGATHA OUT OF HIS MOMS SPELL AND WHY THE KIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE ROAD WAS BLUE LIEK AAAAAAH AND HES THE FIRTS ONE INTO THE ROAD AND THE DOOR ONLY OPENED WHEN HE RAN DOWN MAYBE THE NEXT EPISODE WILL HAVE A DIFFERENT TITLE

ALSO LIKE BILLY CONTROLLING THEM THE WIO TIME BUT THIS EPISODE THE ONLY PERSON WHO TREATED HIM AS AN EQUAL (Alice) DIED SO HE JUST WENT FUCKING INSANE AND FERAL

[suudonym]

this isn't relevant to anything but every now and then it comes to mind: Mephisto's title as one of the 13 crowns. when he was first introduced during the deviculum, he was called the Gamesman. the next time he appeared at Siren Island, he was called the Mindgames King. two different translators, two very different translations. why so?

in the raws, he's called 盤外王 - or Off-Board King, to take it strictly literally. "board" in this context refers to a game board like for chess or shogi. "off-board" can mean in the literal sense, i.e. the place where game pieces are put when they're captured and removed from the board, but from what I've read, I get the impression it's more often a figure of speech. 盤外戦術, or "off-board tactics," refers to acts of psychological warfare: things a player might say or do before and during a game to get into their opponent's head and influence the outcome.

so I would think, then, that Mephisto's title suggests that he's very good at subtly manipulating whatever events he's a part of, likely by acting on elements outside of those events. dunno what the cleanest, easiest-to-understand way to translate that, but it's something interesting to think about wrt him declaring himself Iruma's ally.

[fuesch]

Look, I've been productive and turned my Agatha All Along 1x03 notes into sentences!

Oh, so others can't know Teen's identity either (I'd love to speculate, but I have nothing.) and it's called a sigil (how fitting).

Teen "could be a pest that a cranky witch stashed under under a rock." Interesting word choice about a guy who's likely the kid of a witch who got stashed under rocks (Ralph Bohner voice: Twice!). Does she suspect he's Billy?

Protection witch to Sharon's rescue! Wait, she's still wearing her gardening apron?

That (miniture) house in the sand reminds me so much of Oz, but I can't tell why. I've never seen that famous first movie (just a few bits), only that 2nd one from the 80s, and I can't remember any miniture shots from it. Maybe I'm just reminded of the desert from that film?

Heh, even Teen's toe nails are painted.

I just love Sharon's non-magical perspective. Ringing the doorbell and wiping her feet.

Heyyyy, magical makeover! I'm so happy that we're still playing dress-up. Jen is the winner, with Agatha in 2nd place.

Is that lamp above Agatha looking like a crown on purpose?

Oh, judging by the reaction to the different clothes and finding they still have they're amulets, Agatha's is actually good for something.

Another wine bottle with a meaningful name, I suspect. I guess reyna means queen, ooh, rioja looks like it might mean red (cba to use Google Translate). I can't read all of the small text, but there's the 2016. That confuses me a bit, Wanda's first appearance was already in '15, wasn't it?

Only 5 glasses, either that's not for Teen or not for the non-witch Sharon. At least let him have a sip!

"Did you know that she traded her own child for the Book of the Damned?" Whoa, that's some exposition. "Others say he might be a demon" bunny!Nicky confirmed! And then Mephisto is namedropped - there's no stopping us now! So, iirc the agent of Mephisto was Blackheart, about whom someone had posted last week (Thank you, person!). "I doubt she'd even recognize her own son if he showed up at her doorstep." Okay, that's all the theories listed, thanks, Jen. Good to know we haven't missed any.

"Can I have some?" - "You bet." Agatha is so fun.

"A lot happened to me at 13 too." More than when you were 10? Please, I need you to be Billy, although I recognize that in this show Nicky would make more sense. …WAIT! Billy KAPLAN was 13 3 years ago when the Hex happened! Billyyyy! \o/

"I miss your eyeliner" Same. Anyway, Alice and Teen are bonding, that's sweet. …Dammit, now I'm worried again that he'll have to be her replacement in the coven.

Iiiinteresting that Agatha's suddenly so willing to drink poison, if it keeps Teen from doing it. Does that mean she thinks he's Nicky? Ooh, I just a had a fascinating thought. What if we're heading for a Bohner situation not for the audience, but for Agatha? That she's "so crippled by her [guilt or whatever applies] that she actually believes" that Teen is Nicky, only to have her heart broken by the identity revelation. This show does love to repeat stuff its parent show did.

Does Agatha have regrets about her baby/book deal or did she not even know what she got into? And is the cradle just symbolic or does this mean Nicky never made it past baby age? I like the latter, because that fits more with Teen being Billy. Although if we're counting in real time, baby Nicky probably still lived longer than Billy the Hex kid.

Ooh, an explanation of why Agatha and Jen know each other, but the former hasn't stolen the latter's power.

Oh, there was actually a point to having the poison appear as acohol! Well done, everyone who didn't let you source of unpoisoned blood have a sip!

"I am not climbing in a oven. That happened to a friend of mine, had a lovely house too." XD. And wow, Lilia being all bothered about witch stereotypes, but having been friends with Hänsel & Gretel's witch.

The road's leaves are red now, so I guess the color means something and wasn't just an illusion of nightly grading. They actually were blue before, indicating that it would be the water witch's turn. So now red, like blood should mean Alice, who's still with us, so no need for a different blood witch. Her element is fire. Good thing I don't have a bit of a phobia of that, hahaha.

YOU KILLED OFF SHARON?! YOU BASTARDS! Okay, maybe Alice is safe - good for her. Goddammit, Agatha, this is your fault!

"Who's Sharon?" NOT NOW, AGATHA!

[enby-opera]

Even after almost a week I still can’t properly express my emotions about this scene other than

[yayakoishii]

spoilers for Ch. 373!

I immediately noticed the middle one 😭

Azu-azu noticed it too 😆 I would totally choose that one if I was Iruma

DOES THIS MEAN WE'LL GET TO SEE MORE OF MEPHISTO??? HELL YEAH I'M SO DOWN FOR THIS he's crazy just straight up coming to live next door 😂 clueless Sullivan is so cute but now I'm curious what his reaction would be;;

it's so easy to forget that Mephisto is older than like, most of the demons we know. maybe even all of them. it's crazy that ther were "considering" him as one of the potential 13 crowns when he is such a powerful high-ranking older demon who has been here much longer than like, 95% of demons.

FIRST Scala? does that mean he will have to give another one? wasn't scala just for vav (6) or is scala like for every rank after 5?

this was a great chapter, I'm so full of questions and answers and excitement for what will come next now that scala arc is over! like the chapter ending posed, what is Iruma's next goal?

[kilfeur]

Avec l'intervention de Shiida, je craignais que ce soit le groupe de Baal mais en fait non c'est les deux précédents candidats des 13 couronnes, Zebubara et Mephisto. Donc j'avoue que ça m'a un peu rassurée. Mais j'avoue que c'est sympa d'enfin faire connaissance avec eux !

With Shiida's intervention, I was worried it might be Baal's group, but in fact it's the two previous candidates for the 13 crowns, Zebubra and Mephisto. So I have to admit, that reassured me a little. But I must say it's nice to finally get to know them!

[protectgeorgeweasley]

LUMOS: “Duel” Playlist Instructions

1. “March of Mephisto (feat. Shagrath)” by Kamelot (The Personal Diary)

2. “I Bet My Life” by Vitamin String Quartet/”The Weasley Stomp” (September 30, 1999)

3. “Anything Can Happen” by Ellie Goulding (Sept. 31)

4. “Together We Are Free” by Andreas Kubler (Oct. 2, 5:12 p.m.)

5. “Holding Out for a Hero” by Nothing But Thieves (Same day, next scene; when you see the mother.)

6. “Butterfly’s Repose” by Zabawa (Same day, next scene; when they start speaking about Crookshanks).

7. “Hold My Girl” by George Ezra (Oct. 2, 10:00 p.m.).

8. “Fireworks” by Nicholas Hooper (Oct. 4)

9. “Threnody” by Goldmund (Same scene, when you see Bill)

10. “Will I Find My Home” by Juniper Vale, Vian Izak (Same scene, after).

11. “Lost Boy” by Ruth B. (Oct. 5)

12. “Remember Not to Forget” by Audiomachine (Oct. 6)

13. “Somewhere Only We Know” by Lily Allen (Oct. 8)

14. “Another Lifetime” by Nao (Same scene, at the mention of Nintendo).

15. “Kaleidoscope” by A Great Big World (Oct. 10)

16. “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” by The Beatles (Same day, you’ll know. Briefly at first, then again.)

17. “Yesterday” by The Beatles (End of prior scene through Oct. 11)

18. “Don’t Give Up On Me” by Andy Grammar (Oct. 12)

19. “6 Pieces for Piano…” by Ottorino Respighi and Magdalena Hoffmann (Oct. 13)

20. “King Arthur: Legend of the Sword” by Daniel Pemberton (Same scene, when you see the newcomers).

21. “Jackseye’s Tale” by Daniel Pemberton (Same scene, directly after).

22. “The Born King” by Daniel Pemberton (Same scene, directly after).

23. “Theory of Light” by Eternal Eclipse (Same day, next scene, when they start to share).

24. “Be Bold and Be Brave” by Secession Studios and Greg Dombrowski (Oct. 14)

25. “Sign of the Times” by Music Lab Collective (same day, directly after the prior, through the next scene.)

26. “Stillness (Reworked)” by Poppy Ackroyd (Oct. 15)

27. “Running Up That Hill” by Unsecret String Quartet (Oct. 16-Oct. 18)

28. “Under Grey Skies” by Kamelot (Oct. 19, when you see Bill)

29. “Don’t Speak” by Hidden Citizens and Tim Halperin (same date, next scene)

30. “Hallelujah” by Music Lab Collective (Oct. 20—through both songs, on repeat, really.)

31. “Nevertheless, She Persisted” by Audiomachine (Oct. 21)

32. “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Built By Titan and Skybourne (Same day, 9:12 p.m.)

33. “Hallelujah” again. (Oct. 22)

34. “Fables” by Secession Studios (Oct. 24)

35. “Take A Chance on Me” by Music Lab Collective (same day, at scene break)

36. “The Wisp Sings” by Winter Aid, then “Split” by WYS (Oct. 25)

37. “Boreas” by The Oh Hellos (Oct. 26)

38. “Oh, What A Life” by American Authors (Oct. 26, 11:37 p.m.)

39. “North” by Sleeping at Last (Oct. 28)

40. “Castle” by Halsey (Oct. 29)

41. “Minesweeper” by Audiomachine (same day, at the scene break)

42. “Nazca” by Mark Petrie (Same day, when you hear Vane).

43. “Chiquitita-Instrumental” by Chillout Lounge OR “Chiquitita Ending-Piano Version” by your movie soundtrack (Same day, you’ll know/when you hear the music, of course).

44. “Down By The Lake” by Trent Ivor (Same scene, directly after; [spoiler/confirmation, though it’s pretty obvious, likely] Yes, this is who you think it is—and yes, this is a plot aside hidden inside the playlist for those who look here.)

45. “Bad to the Bone” by 2Wei and Bri Bryant (Oct. 30; —you’ll probably know, but when Hermione takes the podium)

46. “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel (Same day, you’ll know).

47. “Runaway – Piano Version” by your movie soundtrack (Nov. 4 – first part of Nov. 5).

48. “Atlas” by Secession Studios (Nov. 5, at the interruption).

49. “Minesweeper” by Audiomachine again (Same day, right after the previous/when you see George’s full name)

50. “Luminosa” by Secession Studios (Same scene, when you see “George felt eleven years old.”)

51. “This Is Our Legacy” by Zack Hemsey (Same day, 5:00 p.m. at the scene break)

52. “Kneel Before the Crown” by Audiomachine (same scene, at “willow”).

53. “Don’t Speak” by Hidden Citizens and Tim Halperin (same scene, right after the previous).

54. “Dynasty” by MIIA (Same day, 10:00 p.m.)

55. “Colder Heavens” by Blanco White (Nov. 6)

56. “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet (Same scene, while listening to the conversation with Mr. Weasley)

57. “Dynasty” again (same scene, after the previous, until the end).

[goldleafacrossyourlips]

Uneasy Lies the Head - CAOS - Dark Lord/OC - Chapter 12

Chapters - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Longest chapter yet! One more chapter left! Enjoy! 

Chapter 12 - Jasmine and Waltzes

Shortly after stepping into the academy, Samara was rushed through the main room to the top of the stairs above. There were many masked faces surrounding her. Apparently her family wouldn’t be the only ones performing, their guests would be as well. 

As she stood atop the stairs, her cousin dressed in her own beautiful golden gown joined her. Samara could still feel the nervousness thrumming through her cousin’s energy. She reached forward and grabbed Sabrina’s hand. Her cousin snapped a look up at her.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be alright. We’re right where we’re meant to be. You’ll see.” Samara comforted, sending a soft smile towards her cousin. Before she could get a response, two sharp claps resounded around them. Sabrina quickly began to descend the stairs as music filled the air. Samara let loose a sharp breath before following.

“Masquerade. Paper faces on parade.” Sabrina had begun the song, the skirt of her gown held in one hand as she stepped to the floor. Samara hummed along behind her, also holding her skirt aloft. For a brief moment she was afraid of tripping, but all thoughts left as she connected gazes with the Dark Lord sat before her.

Two thrones of bones and skulls filled her vision; Lucifer occupying one of them. Samara drank her fill of him. Throat and most chest exposed from the golden trailing coat he wore, she felt an intense urge to mouth at the pale skin and bite at the tendons she could see. She watched as he tensed upon seeing her, his chest beginning to heave. Samara could only guess it was because of the same desire flooding her. Feeling her cousin grip her hand, she continued on with their performance.

“Masquerade. Hide your face. So the world will never find you.” Samara joined with her cousin, their voices reverberating through the air. They continued to walk towards Lucifer, stopping just short of the middle of the room. Still, Samara and his eyes were locked onto one another. As his gaze began to roam her figure, she felt her skin shiver at the want held on his face.

“Masquerade. Every face a different shade. Masquerade. Look around. There’s another mask behind you.” Samara was twirled under her taller cousin’s arm as the music grew heavier. Their guests joining from behind them, beginning to file around the room. She felt a smile bloom on her face as she felt Lucifer’s energy pulse and slither towards her. She cast a glance at him, shooting her own pulse of want, desire, mine. Amusement curled inside her at the quick quirk of his lips she received.

“Flash of mauve, splash of puce. Fool and king, ghoul and goose. Green and black, queen and priest Trace of rouge, face of beast, faces! Take your turn, take a ride. On the merry-go-round in an inhuman race. Eye of grace, eye of blue. True is false, who is who? Curl of lips, swirl of gown. Ace of hearts, face of clown, faces!” Samara and Sabrina continued to dance, spinning and twirling together and on their own. Their movements halted as their Aunts greeted them. Samara cast a grin to her Aunt Hilda as she felt her place a hand on her shoulder.

“Drink it in, drink it up till you've drowned. In the light, in the sound, but who can name the face?” The words were sung together as her Aunts departed from them. Samara’s lips still held a smile as she looked out amongst the crowd. 

“Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds. Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you.” Samara belted out with her cousin, the crowd matching them. The music once again turned soft and she reached back to unknot her mask.

“Masquerade! Seething shadows breathing lies. Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you.” Her voice softened with the music, her cousin matching. She dropped the mask off to the side as anticipation swirled within her. 

Pleased, her eyes followed as Lucifer stood, rising to his full height. He quickly met her with his long strides. His gaze was intense as he stood at her side, extending his arm. Samara sent a soft smile up at him as her hand reached up to rest her atop his. As he led them towards the thrones, she could see out of the corner of her eye the smug smile he wore; as well as notice how his face remained turned towards her. Her cousin trailed behind them.

He stopped before the rounded throne, the more angular one meant for him. His hand grasped hers as she sat, his thumb rubbing across her knuckles before letting go. She felt her cheeks heat at the gentle gesture. Sabrina stood at her side, her hands clasped in front of her, looking out at the crowd. Samara’s eyes tracked Lucifer as he approached Lilith, who held out a thin golden coronet. 

“As I place this coronet upon my daughter’s head, she is crowned the Herald of Hell! The Sword that will light Our path to Rule over Earth; to stop those that would stand in Our way! And with the greatest duty and honor, to defend and protect Our Queen. Sabrina Morningstar. My firstborn.” His words echoed around the now silent room, power flowing through every word. Samara felt as his magick settled the declaration into the void, a shiver racing down her spine at his power. 

Soft claps came from their guests as he placed the thin coronet upon Sabrina’s bowed head. He stepped back and gave her a nod as she looked up at him. She gave him a small curtsy and looked around the room.

Samara watched as he stepped away from her cousin, once again approaching Lilith, who now held a golden crown. Long, finger-like, golden tendrils extended far above the base of the crown. Her breath stopped as she saw it. Lucifer grabbed it and came back to her. She gazed up at him, a small smile curling his lips as he looked down at her. Her eyes slipped closed as he extended the crown towards her.

It settled firmly around her head. It was heavier than she anticipated, also a lot warmer too. As he removed his hands from the crown, Samara felt a feeling of finality swarm in her chest. Yes, right, perfect, mine flitted around in her mind. Her magick, that she hadn’t noticed was flaring around her, settled; like a warm throw on a chilly evening.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting Lucifer’s above her. She knew from the tingly warmth that her eyes were glowing Hellfire blue. She watched in delight as his flashed the same shade, his power rising to meet hers. She felt the tingle recede and knew they were back to normal. He extended his hand towards her, which she quickly grasped. He helped her rise from her seat, joining him at his side. Her hand rested, grasping only the back of his as she looked up at him.

“Finally. My fiends and friends. I present to thee, Samara Spellman. Proud lady of Pandemonium, Maiden of Shadows, and Queen of Hell! Hail Samara!” Again, his voice echoed through the room, power lacing every word. Just as she felt with her cousin, his words were cast to the void and accepted. Her fingers tightened around his as his power washed over her.

“Hail Samara! Hail Satan!” Their guests chanted with soft claps. Acceptance swirled around her, as she looked out amongst them. Samara’s attention turned back to Lucifer, as his hand squeezed hers. He was gazing down at her, his face soft and smug.

“And now, My Queen, we shall dance, as King and Queen, to the Mephisto Waltz.” His words were quiet, yet still carried to their guests. A soft piano filled the air, his hand holding hers more assuredly now. He led her to the center of the room where she took one large circle around, her arm extended towards the crowd before being pulled towards him. Her dress flared as she was easily twirled under his arm, coming back into him with her left hand settling on his right arm. Memories of their dance in the Grey Room crossed her mind, their current stance identical to then. Although propriety denied them from holding the other as intimately as their previous dance; the space between them still crackled with desire, mine, finally. 

“All this time spent waiting, and here you are. Finally, My Queen. I must say, I couldn’t be more pleased. I look forward to seeing Our subjects bowing before You.” He whispered down to her. Samara felt a grin tug at her lips, her head tilted back to look up at him. Their bodies swaying side to side.

“I can’t say I’m disappointed in my choice either. I look forward to learning from you, My King.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to breathe his calling against his lips. She felt him take a shaky sigh; want flaring in his energy. Samara’s lips curled in a smirk as he began leading them in a grandiose series of steps. 

“How long I have waited to hear those words pass from your lips. Now you use them to tease Me. My wicked Queen.” He sounded more than pleased as he twirled them around the room. Samara could hear their guests talking as they went. Her attention quickly turned back to him.

“Now that I’m Queen, I was wondering if you might give me something?” Samara asked, her tone light. This thought had been swirling around her head most of the night. Lucifer’s grip on her waist tightened as he looked down at her earnestly.

“What do you desire? Jewels? Silks? Palaces?” His head tilted as he listed what he could offer. Samara’s left hand ran up his arm to settle on his shoulder, her smile brightening at his attempt to please her.

“Give me Greendale. For my own.” Her eyes were wide as she gazed up at him, their swirls and strides never faltering as they went around the room. 

“Ah, yes. Protecting your family and friends I presume. I know what a soft spot you hold for them. Then you shall have them.” Samara felt the muscles in her shoulders relax even further at his assurance. There, she could spare her family and their friends now. 

They continued to twist around the room, the music starting to grow in pitch. She had just been twirled away from the center of the room, their hands leaving each other for the first time since she’d been crowned. She spun around until she was facing him again, a smile lighting her lips but quickly beginning to fade. Her feet were stuck, she couldn’t move. She looked back up at Lucifer, seeing a frown start to grow on his lips.

It was then that she realized that what she thought was idle chatter from their guests, was actually chanting of a spell. 

“Wait, what are they saying?” Lucifer looked around the room, beginning to walk towards Samara but was halted as some of the guests removed their masks and the rest vanished into smoke.

No doubt the naked panic and betrayal Samara could feel her body conveying assured Lucifer that she had no clue what was happening. She watched as he whipped around towards her cousin, a snarl on his lips.

“I told you what would happen if you defied Me again.” He growled out, rage sparking through him. Samara could almost taste it on her tongue. 

She struggled to move forward but her body felt like stone. A quick glance around showed her Aunt Hilda staring at her and chanting under her breath. Samara felt like her breath was stolen from her lungs, and her heart ripped into pieces. Tears began to cloud her vision. Her Aunt Hilda, the one person who was like a mother to her, was a part of this plan. A woman she trusted her life with, who raised her, who knew how she felt; was now doing this. Distantly Samara heard her cousin crowing about winning. Her eyes however never left her Aunt’s. 

Finally the sounds of metal scratching along the floor caused her attention to divert back to the center of the room. The acheron was skidding towards Lucifer, stopping at his feet. Samara watched in horror as he disappeared into it in an explosion of light and red smoke. She could still feel his rage and shock dancing along the periphery of her magick.

Sabrina bent down and picked up the acheron, it’s seams glowing red and white before settling down and dimming. Samara could still hear the faint sounds of her Aunt chanting and keeping her immobile.

“Well played, Spellman.” Nick’s impressed tone filled the quiet. Samara’s shock and heartbreak began to filter away, snuffed out by the ever growing fury building in her veins.

“Yes. Edward would have been proud.” Aunt Zelda said, stepping towards Sabrina. Slowly the group turned to glance at Samara.

“What are we going to do with her? We can’t just let her go, not after all this.” Nick asked, stepping towards her. Samara could see her Shadows pulse around the room subtly, feeling her rage.

“I will be performing a magick locking spell on her. It won’t completely confine her powers, just these new ones. And Hilda brewed something for her this afternoon, to wipe her memory of recent events. It’ll be like nothing ever happened.” Aunt Zelda’s words were strong, but Samara could see the conflict on her Aunt’s face. Not that she cared. She felt fear flicker to life in her chest. 

She could see her Shadows thicken, emboldened by her fear. Seeing the group beginning to approach her, Samara sent out a lash of power, letting her Shadows know what she wanted them to do. Quickly the room was engulfed in darkness as the swarmed. She heard bodies hit the floor as she stumbled back, now released from the spell her Aunt could no longer cast. She gathered her power around her, her fury making it swirl and storm around her. She knew her eyes were glowing again. But this time, she had no desire to tamp down the power she’d been gifted with.

“How dare you. I called you family. I once found a home with you. And this is how you treat your Queen? With deceit and maliciousness?” With a flick of her hand her Shadows receded to the corners of the room. The group still laid on the floor before her, the acheron once again in the center of the floor. She saw Ambrose point a hand towards her, no doubt trying to cast something. With another flick of her hand, he was stuck frozen in his spot. 

“I did request to preside over Greendale. To protect all of you. But now, I think I’ll just let it fester in the tragedy it is steamrolling towards.” Samara snapped, ignoring the disbelief on their faces. She extended her hands and the acheron quickly flew into them. She silenced their protests and shouts with a twitch of her fingers. Glancing down at the metal in her hands she was secure in the knowledge that her powers and Shadows would keep her safe from those around her. 

“I would’ve done anything for you. My family. I came back for you. I stayed for all of you. To help. To protect you. But it seems, my sentiments are not returned.” Samara whispered, keeping her eyes from meeting any of theirs. With a snarl, she squeezed the metal between her hands, funneling her magick into it. Feeling Lucifer’s power swelling, she felt relief take over; noting that the seams of the acheron were once again glowing red and white. A grin took over her face as it exploded once again, her magick protecting her from the blast. 

He appeared at her side, his power surrounding the both of them, a snarl curling his lip. She felt as he reached out and took her hand in his, intertwining them tightly. She stepped closer to him, angling her body into his. Her free hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling his chest heaving in rage beneath her fingertips. His hand released hers as he curled his arm around her, gripping her waist. She felt as his power settled around her, like a shield, as he took in the group before them. Finally his glare turned towards Sabrina.

“You try and try to defeat Me. I am the Great Satan that no prison can contain!” His words were growled in dozens of voices at once, his hand beginning to extend towards her cousin. Samara felt worry flicker through her. Annoyance soon followed. It would seem instincts died hard. 

Heaving a sigh, Samara slid the hand on Lucifer’s chest up to settle on the side of his neck. The tips of her fingers played with the strands of his curls they could reach.

“Wait.” Her voice was quiet but firm. His eyes instantly zeroed in on hers, questions in his eyes. “Spare her today. Let them live with their failure. Let them live knowing that after going to all this effort, you can still walk the Earth free. Let them wallow in their self-pity and hatred.” Samara offered, watching as he quirked a brow, his gaze drifting back to the group.

“And why should I? Not only have they been traitorous towards their King. But they have betrayed their Queen as well! They were to seal off your powers and wipe your memory. So why should I not avenge Myself and My Queen?” His words were laced with his fury. But Samara, having become more in tune with him, could feel the worry and fear that arched through him. A part of her heart melted at feeling this. The all-powerful Dark Lord was worried for her. A small smile curled her lips as she once again met his gaze.

“Because then I’ll give you something you’ve always wanted.” His head tilted in interest as she spoke. His eyes speaking his silent question. “Me. Let them alone and I’ll go with you. Anywhere. Everywhere. I’ll follow you to Hell. Stand by Your side for as long as you’ll have me.” Her voice rang clear between them, the honesty shining through. She felt as his arm around her tightened, dragging her flush against his body. His other hand raised, cupping her cheek and stroking his thumb along the flesh there.

“Then prepare for Eternity at My side. I could never be rid of you, My Queen.” He breathed against her lips as he leant down. His hand slid down to cup her jaw and coax her head back. Searing lips met her own and Samara felt her previous tension leave her body. Her arms slowly twined around his neck as he continued to devour her lips. A quick nip to his bottom lip earned her a filthy grin as he pulled back. Samara peppered soft kisses down his throat to his chest as he stood back to his full height. Stepping so that her front was flush with his side, his arm still curled around her.

“It would seem Your Queen is a merciful one, for now. You are free to leave. However, depart with the knowledge that should you defy either one of Us again, your death will not be quick nor painless. Now, show your gratitude for Your Queen. For She is the only reason you leave here alive tonight.” Lucifer hissed towards the group. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the looks of disbelief and shock being cast towards one another. Samara rolled her eyes and played with the front seam of Lucifer’s coat, her fingers occasionally stroking over the heated skin there. She could feel him tense as she continued to gently swirl her fingers around the area.

“Sama-” Her Aunt Hilda began to speak but was cut off by Lucifer.

“Her Majesty, Dark Lady or My Queen shall be addressed correctly and with the respect she deserves.” He snarled out. Samara could tell he was done with the Spellmans and their antics. Honestly, she couldn’t blame him, so was she. 

“Dar-Dark Lady. Please. Come home. To your family. Where you belong.” Samara turned to look at her teary-eyed Aunt as she pleaded. Her brows furrowed as she tilted her head.

“Family? Family wouldn’t force me to do anything like what you all were planning. Family wouldn’t bind my magick. Family wouldn’t force a potion down my throat to forget one of the best moments of my life. Family would’ve listened to me and talked to me about their feelings and opinions. Not come up with a half-cocked plan with malicious intent. No. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. With My King.” Samara’s voice was strong and resolute. She watched as Hilda’s face fell, her tears flowing. Zelda was beginning to say something but Lucifer’s hand flicked, silencing her.

“That’s enough, I do believe. Now, shall we head home, my flower?” He looked down at her. Samara felt exhaustion begin to weigh on her bones. She nodded up at him. “Very well. Your Queen and I will be departing. Bow and show your respects.” He commanded, looking down at the group in front of them. 

Slowly each of the group either bent at the waist or curtsied; each with a soft, ‘Your Majesties.’ Samara felt as Lucifer began to gather his power to send them to Hell. A sparkle caught her eye and she squeezed his arm, stopping him before he could complete the teleportation. He looked down at her in concern. She patted his chest before stepping away from him. His power lashed out to her, worry and betrayal starting to leak in. She sent back her own pulse of reassurance and patience.

Sabrina’s eyes were wide as she approached her. Samara slowly reached up and carefully took the thin coronet from Sabrina’s head. She held it in both of her hands as she stared into Sabrina’s eyes.

“One day, you will realize what this coronet means. One day you will come to want it. And when you do, you will come to me, kneel and beg for its return. Then, you will be judged if you are worthy of such an honor.” Samara said quietly before turning and leaving Sabrina ringing with shock.

She gripped her smug King’s arm as she reached him, the coronet dangling in her other hand. She took one last look at the group before her, most of what she’d once called family, tears streamed down most of their faces. Tilting her head high, she raised her eyes above them, squeezing the arm she held. Once again she felt his power begin to swirl around them, preparing for the teleportation to Hell. She saw Hilda stumble forward, face awash with grief and hand outstretched before the teleportation took effect. The world around her faded, her only grounding being the grip she had on Lucifer.

Feeling her feet touch solid ground, she blinked her eyes open and took in her surroundings. They were in a massive throne room. Light from the large windows on the back wall cast everything with a red hue. She stepped away from Lucifer, spinning around as she took in the otherworldly room. Her mouth was agape, she knew. She could hear him chuckling behind her as she stared around in wonder. Feeling him grip her hand, she turned to look at him.

“Welcome to Hell, My Queen.” A grin lit his face as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. A smile began to curl on her lips. 

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How about something about Set the Fire to the Third Bar?

So this was going to be a Post-part 2 Oneshot that maybe would turn into something else.  I just really like the song and it reminded me of Nick and Sabrina.  I don’t have much written on it yet, and I may come back to it someday and mold it into something else.  So I’ll just share all that I have written, because I like it and why the heck not! 

Set Fire to the Third Bar

I'm miles from where you are

I lay down on the cold ground

And I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

Sabrina thought it had been unbearable to lose Harvey.  She thought it had been unbearable to hear that her parentage was a lie, that she was the daughter of the Dark Lord.  She had even thought it was unbearable when Nick stepped from behind that curtain at Dorian’s.  Nick, who had sat with her that first day at the Academy and walked her to class and Nick, who had waited patiently for when Sabrina was ready to let him into her heart and Nick who had held her hand and was there with his leather clad arms ready to catch her if she fell, had lied to her.  She thought that was unbearable.  

But Sabrina had been able to bear all that.  She got over Harvey, learning that they were never really meant to be.  And she had come to terms that even if she had celestial blood running through her veins, even though she really was the Devil’s daughter, she was still a Spellman.  She had even forgiven Nick.  His fierce determination to help her defeat the Dark Lord and sad, tear-filled eyes had turned the tables of her opinion of him when he came to her in her bedroom.  She wasn’t sure she could trust him to hold her hand again anytime soon, but she knew he’d be there with his warm arms wide open waiting to catch her if she fell.  She figured she’d find her way back into those arms eventually. Even though they hadn’t been together all that long, the thought of not spending centuries with him was nearly unbearable.  She thought she’d have a chance to work through it all and wade through the rocky waters that remained of their relationship.  She thought she’d have more time.

What Sabrina would come to learn in the most gut-wrenching way, was that all she had been through up to that point was bearable.  Most of the trouble she found herself in, whether it be by her own doing or something she fell into, usually worked itself out.  Whether she was defeating the Greendale 13 or running away from her Dark Baptism, she had always found a way out of her mess. So, she had been wildly unprepared for the aftermath of the Mephisto Waltz.  

It’s not that she believed with the utmost confidence that her plan would be executed without a hitch.  It was more like never in her wildest dreams did she think it would end up the way it did, with her and Nick separated by realms, the devil locked deep inside the love of her life.

She can recall the moment with perfect clarity in which she knew what Nick was going to do.   Nick had congratulated her, called her Spellman, and she had just made the decision to go to him.  She was about to rip the uncomfortable crown off her head and fold herself into his arms.  Zelda had told her Edward would have been proud, and Nick eyed her in a way that proved he felt the same. But then in some cruel twist of fate the configuration broke apart, Edward’s pride and Sabrina’s determination no match for the Dark Lord.   But Nick’s love was enough to best him.  With Lucifer free and Sabrina offering herself it was Nick’s absolutely not that rang above all else.  She had locked eyes with him, and could still see his gaze when she shut hers and tried to sleep.  She knew what he was planning and was powerless to stop him.  

His eyes, stained red by the Dark Lord’s essence, had pierced directly into her heart in the worst way.  Before all of this mess, the gaze that was put forth from them was equal parts reverence and want.  It was a look only reserved for her and one that he had never believed was capable of coming from his eyes.