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plush-rabbit · 3 years ago

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Divinity in Impurity

Request: Okay but what if I actually request solo Simeon and him moaning through prayers and being just totally repressed and painfully turned on because his precious lovely MC makes him go doki doki? And of course a shameful messy clean up :3c I love u bestieee ✨✨💋

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Couldn’t get this out of my head, I want him to be repressed and emotionally conflicted

Simeon enters the House of Lamentation, a gift bag in hand and he’s grateful none of the brothers are home. At least for Beel since the angel is sure that the gluttonous demon would’ve sniffed out the lovely baked goods that he carries. The home is quiet, but he knows you’re here. He sent you a message, confirming that you would be here. The house is empty and it’ll just be you and him, sharing a treat from his home and chatting away. It’s so rare to get you alone and while he’s glad that the brothers are there to protect you, they are also highly possessive, not letting a soul get near you and even less likely to allow someone to be alone with you for so long. There’s a light feeling in his chest, making his lungs expand with air, making him feel as if he’d float away from the simple joy of spending time with you. His cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile he has etched onto his face.

Guilt may lap at him for not informing Luke or Solomon of his whereabouts, but for just once, he wants to be alone with you. He wants to sit and talk about anything other than school work and how everyone can’t seem to focus on the task at hand. He wants to talk with you, learn more about you until you’re all that fills his mind. Or at least, occupy it.

He’s excited, standing at your door and he knocks, a smile on his face. Patience is something that he’s born with, having the time and mind to save those that stray from the path of light, to mentor the young angels, and to grant him his title. Yet, he can’t stay patient. He’s at your door, he can hear you hum and only a piece of wood separates you for him. His patience is thinned, eagerness taking over and he turns the knob to your door. All he wants to do is see you, to be unbothered as he spends time with you and listens to you talk. He wants you, that’s all he wants. The knob is cold underneath his hand, and he steps into your room, greeting you with a wide smile.

The bag tightens in his hands, his eyes widening slightly and smile falling. You stand in front of him, slightly turned away, a shirt pressed against your tummy, your chest bare and legs naked, the only clothing you have on is your underwear, shaped to your body. Your eyes are wide, a heavy flush takes over your face and he’s expecting you to yell, an apology already at his tongue, his eyes dipping for just a moment, catching the swell of your breasts, the lovely aroma of the cream you wear, your fingers that twitch ever so slightly as you grasp the shirt in your hand.

“Simeon?” You call, and he’s quick to dart his eyes back to meet yours- back to where they belong. “I appreciate you coming over, but could you-” you gesture your head towards the door- “you know, leave for a moment?” You smile at him, the shirt in your hands now fisted tightly.

“Ah, yes, of course.” He nods his head, trying painfully to grapes at his composure that is now slipping through his fingers. “I’m terribly sorry,” he mutters, exiting the door, the door clicking behind him.

Rather than sit there and wait, he glances at the door, knowing you’re behind it, your body untethered by cloth and bare. He leaves, his steps quick and quiet, walking away without so much as a goodbye. How could he possibly stay there? How could he look you in the eyes when he was so obviously staring at your body? How could he have done something so raw and primal of him- something that isn’t him.

He hadn’t meant to walk in on you while changing but- he bites his tongue, his face hot and an aching pain in stomach. There is no “buts” or ‘ifs’ or anything of the sort. He should have known to knock before he entered your room. He’s an angel, of course he should have knocked. It doesn’t matter if you two are close, it doesn’t excuse his action for being so forward. He was just so excited to go and see you, to gift you a treat sent from the Celestial Realm. Oh- the treat. It’s still in the bag, protected by a glass casing and covered with tissue papers that glitters under the light. He had forgotten to give it to you in his rush.

There’s no going back now, not when he saw you and had the audacity to even stare at you. He’s humiliated. His face burning and any breath that he has is taken from him, squeezed out of his body and forced out. He runs to the safety of his room, glad that no one seems to be home. He slams the door, his back pressed against the wood and when he closes his eyes, he can still see you- your body bare and nipples pert, your face holding a slight flush. He can see everything behind his eyes. The lock quickly snaps into place, his steps hurried as he walks toward the small table in his room.

He places the bag down on a table as he rests on the chair provided in his room. He leans back, the cushion soft underneath him. The wood is scratched at by his covered hands, his gaze focused on the wall. Simeon mumbles under his breath, an apology said to no one, his bottom lip teased by his teeth.

How could he possibly face you tomorrow? How could he do anything after what he just witnessed and did? He removes his gloves, dragging a free hand down his face, leaving the palm to cover his mouth. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he reaches for it in the same second, half hoping and half dreading that it’ll be you.

It is.

You ask where he went. You even apologize, saying that you mustn’t have heard him.

He laughs bitterly. You apologize to him. He was the one who entered your room without permission, invaded your trust and yet, you were the one who was apologizing. He simply leaves the message on read, not knowing what to tell you. Would you believe him if he told you that he had felt sick? Probably not, but for his sake, you would have, he’s sure of it.

He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes on the wall and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his body. Or rather an itch that he shouldn’t scratch at. Looking down only confirms his suspicion. He’s erect. Could it be from you? He sighs. What a silly question. Of course it is.

It’s wrong of him to even keep the image of you ingrained in his head. “Touch me, O Lord, and fill me with your light and your hope. Amen,” Simeon whispers under his breath, trying so desperately to keep his hands away from his erection. It pains him so, his body growing hotter by the second, sweat starting to bead and eyes watering at the tempting fate of actually touching himself to you. “Please Father,” he whispers, “grant me strength. I can’t- I am but a humble servant of yours. Please take away all these sinful thoughts.”

His chest trembles, his mouth dry and tongue thick. There’s a pressure against his stomach, his hands grip at his thighs, his head bowed and no matter what, you are just in his mind. Perhaps you’re the real sin, the real test in all of God’s Grand Plan. How is he supposed to be an angel when a human of all things is the one that is turning him to sin. The one being who has managed to ruin him, to unthread his wings and have him even think of reaching out to you and be selfish.

The unzipping of his zipper is loud, echoing in his ears, drowning out the holy blood that rushes inside of him. He lets out a sigh when his cock is free, the cool air in his room making contact with the hot flesh. When his hand wraps around himself, he lets out a sob. It’s filthy, but at the same time, it’s something that makes his mouth water and want more. You are the most beautiful sin, the one that he will risk everything for, for just a chance to touch you.

“Please forgive me,” he whispers. He’s unsure of who he’s speaking to. He doesn’t know if he’s asking father for forgiveness, unknowing if his message is reaching out, unknowing if he’s hidden from his light and his view; or if he’s apologizing to you, for walking in on you and now pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

You are all that invades his mind, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the ridges underneath his fingertips pulsing with heat. You stand bare in front of him, your body soft and blemished with little scars and ridges. He tightens his grip, his teeth clenched and jaw starting to ache. He’s touched your hand before, felt how soft you are, how loving your touch can be and he can only wonder if you're still gentle in bed. If you’d play the act of the blushing virgin under him, if you’d whimper and buck your hips if he were to kiss at your neck and cup your sex under his hand. You allowed him to stare, even if it was for just a moment, you had reelected so calmly, smiling at him, acting as if he were your lover who had seen your body countless times before. You are molded under God’s light, given freedom and kissed with the gentle lips of God, birthed and given existence, your path defined only by you, and you’ve allowed him to see that. You had acted so calmly, telling him with a smile if he could excuse himself for a bit. It’s almost as if you were used to that sort of thing. He stops in his movements, his eyes wide and breaths coming out in uneven pants. You live with demons, you must be used to that. To have such devils enter unannounced and watch you strip yourselves from your clothes.

The thought fills him with fury, his lips curled and brows knitted together. Yet, his hand continues to pump at his cock. The ridges near his cockhead tingle under his thumb, his head thrown back and eyes shut tightly.

His thighs tense, the muscles in him pulled taut as his grip tightens. “Something so tainted shouldn’t be the thing to witness you,” he hisses through his teeth, brows furrowed and hips bucking. “It’s outrageous that they’re the ones you live with. Beings so full-” his voice cracks, his head dipping down- “full of sin, touching and dirtying you.” His cockhead leaks with pearly white semen, dripping off his cock in heavy, thick strands.

When he closes his eyes, he can imagine you, dressed in white, spread before him, pleading with him to be gentle- you’d be the blushing virgin, ready to take in God’s Grace and kiss lips so pure that you’ll whine against him. You’ll be under him, your fingers lost in your sex as you tell him that you’ve been waiting for this moment. His pace quickens, his eyes closed as he thinks as to how you’d feel. Your thighs plump and your walls tight around his cock, your sex pulsing under his touch. You’d kiss him and he'd return it. He lets out a cracked moan, his breath sharp and head thrown back.

Beside him, his phone rings. He gives a slight turn, his clean hand going to lift the phone. A deep frown settles on his burning face as he realizes what he’s done and to who he’s done it to. Your image fills his phone, a call from you. He clears his throat, and quickly accepts your call.

“Simeon!” You sound worried and the tugs at his heartstrings and further cements his guilt. “I was worried, you didn’t reply to me. Are you okay?”

“I-” his voice cracks, and with a deeper flush, he clears his throat. He wonders if you know what he just did. He wonders if you would figure out what he’s doing as he listens to your voice. “Ah! I’m sorry, I thought I had replied to you but it seems like I hadn’t. I- uh,” he bites on his lip, trying in vain to muffle his moan- “My mistake. I- I just, I needed to get something,” his voice strains at the last word. “I’ll be over shortly. I promise.”

“Simeon,” the way you call his name makes him tug harder at his cock, “if this is about what you saw, then it’s okay. I know you. You didn’t mean to.” You sound so sweet, trying to comfort him while he’s doing something so perverse. “Listen, if you want, we can forget that that happened and start new, okay?”

“Really?” he breathes out, already closer to his high. “I would appreciate that. I-” His nail grazes over a vein and he lets out a deep groan.

“Simeon, you okay?” You say hurriedly. “You sound hurt.”

“I just bumped into a table,” he laughs breathlessly, his phone pressed roughly into his ear. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” he mumbles. “I’ll be over shortly, my dear. Just wait a moment.”

He barely has a chance to hear you say goodbye before he ends the call. “Fuck,” he groans, snapping his mouth close and turning his head, sliding his hand up and down his cock. Clicking noises fill the room, his cock pulsing in his hand, feeling as if it were about to burst. So heavy and foreign in his hand, Simeon pushes past the thought of his own hand touching himself, and tries to imagine yours. He thinks of your voice, of how you said his name, rushed and high, calling out to him.

You’re this glowing thing, something so pure but also full of sin, so human and lovely for it. You’d be this thing he was able to touch, this person who would love him and beg for touch. Under his wing, you’d be protected, cared and loved. Tears brim his eyes, trailing down his cheeks in hot flashes, sparking and disappearing into nothing before they have the chance to wet his hand. He’s already so close, his stomach knotting together, and body beginning to shake. As he releases, his free hand covers his mouth, muffling his moans that are drenched in cries. His seed is thick, coating his hand and leaving him in burning ropes. He looks at his hand covered in semen and he wonders if you would have been so kind to lick it off of him, to treat him as if it were your finest meal. His cock twitches at the thought, dribbling out more semen onto the seat.

Simeon lays in his afterglow, taking deep, slow breaths, his palm open, his seed dripping onto the floor in syrupy strands. The tear tracks begin to dry, his eyes still watery and the image of his ceiling blurry. With a wince, he stands, and grabs at his soft cock, walking to the nightstand and pulling out tissues. It’s humiliating to cleanse himself, to dry off his semen and to wash his hands. He can’t touch you with his hand, with a hand that had sullied the image of you in his mind, that had gripped at his own cock and covered himself in seed. The semen comes off of him in rushed waves, slipping down the drain and leaving his hand wet and clean as if there was nothing there to begin with. In the mirror, he is greeted by his reflection- messy hair and flushed cheeks, tears in his eyes and puffy lips from being bitten by. He wonders if you’d recognize this dirtied version of an angel when he greeted you. He wonders if you’d still hold his hand that grasped his cock not too long ago. With another message from you, he grabs the sweet he was supposed to bring, giving a glance to the gloves that rest on the arm of the chair. With a sigh, he decides to leave them there, hoping to hold your hand and memorize the feel of it

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iwannawritelots · 3 years ago

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Stress

Originally written May 2022

Masterlist

Genre: comfort

Ship(s): Lord Diavolo X MC

(genderless MC)

(requested)

Trigger/content warnings: stress-induced crying, bullying mentioned

Headcanons/notes from the author: ngl I completely forgot I had Lord Diavolo kick Barbatos out of the castle like a stray animal in this. I’m sorry Barbatos.

Brief Blurb: Lord Diavolo comforts MC when they cry from stress.

You had been so out of it today. Lord Diavolo was watching you with concern written all over his face every chance he got. You only shared one or two classes with him, and of the two you only sat together in one: the last class of the day. He had beaten you there, which was already weird. Your previous classroom was closer than his, so you always got there first. The demon prince patiently waited for you to arrive, but began to worry when passing period was nearly over and you hadn’t arrived yet. Just as he was about to get out his D.D.D. to text you, you plopped down in your seat next to him. “_____, you took so long! I was worried.”

Mustering a smile, you told him, “I just had to get something between classes.”

“Okay.” He felt his chest twist as he realized you lied to his face. You know he can’t be lied to, don’t you? “Since we don’t have a student council meeting today, why don’t you come to the castle for tea?” he asked quietly, not wanting to have anyone hear him. “I told Barbatos to take a break today, so it’ll just be us two.”

You stared at your desk for a moment, then nodded to him. “Okay, sounds good.”

Before he could say anything else, the bell rang and class began. Lord Diavolo was so distracted by your lie that he couldn’t focus on his work the whole hour. You didn’t usually lie to him, so why did you this time? He couldn’t really look at your face, since you were hiding it the best you could. There wasn’t much he could say, either, since it was a lecture day…

Once class was over, Lord Diavolo helped you gather your things and led you out of the room. “Let’s head straight to my place. I’ll text Lucifer that you won’t be home for a bit.” You nodded and stayed close to his side while he did as he said he would. When he finished, he glanced around before grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the backroads. “What do you want to do when we get home?”

You sighed and squeezed his hand, unsure how to respond. “I don’t really know…”

It wasn’t a lie, at least. “Okay, well… we’ll figure something out, then.” He gave you an encouraging grin before beginning to swing your hand with his while you walked. “I may have to kick Barbatos out. Knowing him, he probably wants to continue working himself into the ground.”

You made a weak giggle. “Sounds like Barbatos.”

The two of you arrived and stepped inside the castle, Lord Diavolo refused to let go of your hand as you both travelled upstairs. Unsurprisingly, Barbatos was in the hallway. “Barbatos.” The butler froze, then gazed at his master with slight guilt in his eyes. “I told you to take today off. Go to Purgatory Hall.”

“My Lord—”

“You heard me. I know the angels and Solomon will make you rest. I expect a text from Simeon confirming your arrival within an hour. Go on.” Barbatos sighed, then bowed to Lord Diavolo before heading downstairs. “My love, what do you want to do?” Lord Diavolo turned his attention to you, squeezing your hand and giving a gentle smile.

Shrugging, you shook your head. “Just being with you is fine.”

“Alright then, _____.” He pulled you along to his room, then had you sit on his bed. “We should get into something comfortable. I think I still have some pajamas for you in here.” The demon prince walked over to his dresser and opened one of the many drawers, humming to himself. While he was doing so, you felt tears slide down your cheeks. It was getting progressively difficult to hold your stress back, and he was being so nice to you…

“D-Dia…” you muttered, feeling a sob rise in your throat.

“Yes, darling?” He returned to your side with pajamas picked out for both of you, and set them down on the bed before sitting with you. “Why are you crying?”

You sniffled and wiped your face. “I-I’m really stressed…” you mumbled to him, not daring to meet his gaze. “Lots of demons have been really mean to me lately, and my lessons are getting more difficult…” A small sob escaped your throat, and his eyes widened. “I-I lied about it earlier because I didn’t want to start crying at R.A.D., I-I’m sorry…”

Lord Diavolo gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to himself. “Hey, it’s okay…” he cooed, brushing your hair with his fingers. “I understand that things are very difficult for humans in the Devildom…”

“I-I-I just keep hearing Lucifer’s voice in my head. He’s always like ‘don’t disappoint Lord Diavolo’ o-or whatever, and I know he’s not trying to stress me out, but… b-but I just…” You let out a tiny wail before burrowing into his collar bone. Eyebrows knitting together, Lord Diavolo gently hushed you and kissed your hair. “S-Sorry…” you were muffled from speaking into his chest, but he heard it anyways. “I-I’m sorry…”

“You will never disappoint me,” Lord Diavolo assured you, pulling you into his lap. “There’s no way you could ever disappoint me.”

“H-How can you be so sure…?”

“Well…” Lord Diavolo began to rock you side to side, hoping it would calm you. “You’ve never disappointed me so far. You are helpful, and you try your best. There’s nothing you have done that would disappoint me.”

Sniveling and still hiding in him, you mumbled, “Ok-kay…”

You both fell silent, and he kept you in his warm, strong arms as you continued to weep your heart out. After a while, you cried yourself to sleep. He very gently adjusted you in his arms so he could see your face. Mind wandering, he brushed some hair out of your face and sighed. Has this been a problem for a long time?

Lord Diavolo allowed you to sleep a bit longer before gently shaking you awake. “Darling, let’s get you changed.”

“Okay…”

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eveningstar1516 · 3 years ago

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 7

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

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

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As he walked through the halls towards his next class, he made a vow to himself to try and feel that unfamiliar emotion until he could name it, then keep feeling it, because, for Satan, it felt like Y/N was right next to them, with their signature smile on their face, proud of him for focusing on a feeling opposite of his wrath. Should he start to feel his wrath taking over, he would picture Y/N, holding his hand, encouraging him to feel that unfamiliar emotion. One he soon learned was called ‘Philia Love’.

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CHAPTER 7 - Virtue of Loyalty (4265 words)

Our trip to the palace was a quiet one. Michael didn’t seem to want anything to do with me since he flew quite fast and left me behind multiple times as I'd never flown before and flying was extremely difficult. No one offered any assistance so I tucked my wings away, which I managed to figure out how to do after I accidentally did so mid flight, and ran under him. Looking straight ahead after confirming that I was keeping pace with Michael, I spotted the Celestial Palace. My jaw dropped in awe as I ran. The thing was massive! At least 2.5 times the size of Diavolo’s castle and even more decorative. The white walls were adorned with varying shades of golden accents making the palace seem larger than it really was. As I got closer, I learned that it was sitting in the middle of a massive garden that was overflowing with different kinds of celestial plants and trees. Although both the palace and garden seemed to be overflowing with decorations, everything still fit perfectly and was quite pleasing to the eyes.

Approaching the marble steps of the palace as Michael landed in front of me, greeting some gardeners as they stopped and bowed their heads to him. Signalling for them to resume their work, he continued up the steps motioning for me to follow. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I followed him looking as unfazed as possible. Upon entering I found that the outside of the palace does no justice to the massive interior. Abandoning plan to remain as neutral and unfazed as possible, I gazed in absolute awe at the decor, my mouth opening slightly. There were no lighting fixtures as massive windows lined the wall letting in more than enough sunlight through. A massive chandelier was located in the center of the room with golden and silver chains decorating it. The marbled floor also had silver and gold accents as a beautiful floral pattern was outlined. Hearing a chuckle behind me, I turned to see Michael looking at me with a smug smile on his face.

“Well how can you not expect me to be amazed by all this?!” I countered while spinning and gesturing around the room.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your smug smile said it all Mike” I flashed him a wicked smirk of my own as I called him by the nickname. His face darkened significantly as his tone dropped to what would have been a dangerous level had I not have spent my life with demons. It just didn’t have the same undertones as Devilish.

“Watch yourself child”

Giving him an exaggerated mock bow I responded.

“My humble apologies Sir Michael. I will be sure not to repeat the same error in the future.”

“Very funny.” He scoffed and walked off. I got up and followed him through the palace until we stopped between two massive golden doors to what I assumed to be the throne room. Michael addressed himself and stated that he brought me with him. 2 angels donning Celestial armour opened the doors. Michael walked in with his head slightly bowed and his gaze lowered. I walked looking straight ahead as I subtly took the room in. It wasn’t as big as I expected it to be. A golden carpet leading from the door to the throne was the most extravagant thing in the room. In contrast to the rest of the palace, the throne room was quite modest. Even the throne wasn’t extravagant, built for comfort instead of elegance. God himself looked to be a 6’8 man in his late fifties with chestnut coloured hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a simple white robe with gold accents. His eyes, a light blue colour, were emitting a slight white glow as we approached. Michael stopped a short distance from the throne and kneeled.

“Father, I have brought Y/N on your orders.”

“Thank you my son.” He turned to look at me.

“Y/N, you have caused quite the commotion in the 3 realms.”

I kept my tone playful as a polite smile made itself home on my face as I spoke with God.

“What can I say Father, trouble likes to follow me, wherever I may be.”

“That may be my child, although I am quite confused as to how you ended up here especially as a seraph. In case you didn’t know, that position must be earned here in heaven, so please explain to me, why I shouldn’t forsake you and have you fall to the Devildom?” He raised his right eyebrow and relaxed into his throne as he asked his question.

“Oh make no mistake, I didn’t want to come here in the first place, had I actually had a choice, I would have gone to the Devildom where I belong. Unfortunately, circumstances never seem to be on my side.”

“That still doesn’t explain how you came to be here, in that attire nonetheless.”

“Does it upset you that I come donning Lucifer's clothing and wings? I assure you, I didn’t have a say in my appearance. I am only staying here as long as necessary after all. I still wish to fall and return to my family.”

“Tell me child, how is it that a human finds comfort in the likes of demons rather than angels?”

“Whoever said I didn’t find comfort in angels? I find Simeon and Luke to be quite comforting whenever I get stressed with this whole 3 realms stuff. I just find the darkness of the Devildom more appealing as you and I both know what lurks underneath this “bright” soul of mine.”

“And yet you came here to me, why?”

“I presume you know the details regarding my untimely end?”

“Yes I am, although you weren’t due to perish yet, I do not dictate the souls within the Devildom realm. What of it?”

“I sacrificed myself for the brothers whom I have grown to call family so that they may continue to live despite being ruled by a tyrant whom you rivel for the title of “Devil””

“Watch what you say child! You are still addressing Father and not some random person off the street!” Ignoring Michael, I continued.

“I do not wish to return to the Devildom while it is ruled by King Abandon.”

“Child, I am aware of your relationship to the brothers as well as your loyalty to those you call family. I am also aware of the feelings you have for my eldest son. I ask you, has anyone told you about his duties while he was serving me?”

“Yes, Simeon and his brothers would speak about his time here as the leader of the council. Lucifer himself preferred not to talk about it but he answered my questions whenever I asked. I have also learned his work habits and often aided him whenever an overflow of work had come in due on a short notice.” God seemed to contemplate something. With a thoughtful look on his face, he addressed me.

“I have a proposition for you. You wish to fall and reunite with your family in the Devildom. I do not wish to have you up here, although you do not want to serve King Abandon.”

“That is correct.”

“I will grant your wish on one condition. I will allow you to return to the Devildom after Abandon’s reign is over, on the condition that you take Samael’s position on the council. You are to take over his responsibilities without attempting to sabotage the realm or abuse your power. Should you not be able to meet my expectations, or should you abuse your position, I will cast you out regardless of who is currently ruling the Devildom.”

Michael, who had stayed silent while his Father was speaking, was shocked by God's proposition.

“Father, are you sure this is the right way to go? Y/N doesn’t even belong here. Are you sure trusting them with Samael’s old position is a good idea?”

“Do you disagree with my judgment Michael? Do you believe me incapable of determining Y/N’s fate in my realm?”

Michaels face visibly paled as he realized the implications of his words. Bowing his head in mortification he answered his Father.

“‘O-of course not Father! I just don’t think that Y/N is qualified or ready to lead the council. They are unaware of how the Celestial realm operates and doesn’t have the experience that Samael possessed.”

Scratching his chin, God thought about Michael's words.

“You’re right Michael, you and the rest of the council as well as Simeon and Luke shall serve as their guide during their time here. You are to teach them how we operate and train them as to how to properly fulfill Samael’s role. You are to step down as the leader of the council once they have learned how to fill in the role themselves.”

Not being able to object to his Father's words, Michael agreed, although he tried to hide it, you could see how he clenched his teeth, obviously disapproving the entire idea and his new role as your babysitter.

“How about it Y/N, will you accept my proposal?”

“I have a few conditions of my own I’d like to add. I will accept on the condition that I return as soon as Diavolo is crowned king, no later and that other than the obvious changes that come with falling, no other changes will be made to me. I will follow your rules while I am up here and will serve you as long as it doesn’t result in any harm coming to the Devildom or Earth and their inhabitants. I will fulfill my role as Lucifer’s replacement during my time here, no more, no less.”

“Of course, that goes without saying. I will also add that you are to have no contact with any being outside my realm during your time here. We wouldn’t want anyone coming up here to retrieve you before our deal has ended now would we?”

“No, we wouldn’t. I accept your proposal to be Lucifer’s replacement until the time comes for Diavolo's crowning. Until then, I shall serve you and the council to the best of my abilities.” I stepped closer and kneeled before him as he sealed the deal.

“Alright then, as you are no doubt aware, each angel on my council represents a virtue. You shall as well. While Humility does not suit you quite right, I shall grant you a new virtue. One that could be considered a sin should it be applied incorrectly. I think you’d like that. Rise Y/N, Virtue of Loyalty.”

I rose to my feet as an invisible force caused my wings and halo to appear. They glowed a light blue as whatever magic God was using to tie me to the Celestial realm ran its course. Once the glowing dimmed down, I tucked my wings back in and bowed my head once more towards the being I now served for the time being and exited the throne room, making my way back to the House of Honors with Michael close behind. As we reached the front door, Michael turned me around. A hard and unforgiving expression on his face. A look of outright hatred in his eyes.

“Listen Y/N, just because Father has accepted you into the Celestial realm, doesn’t mean the rest of us have. You are still an outsider and I frankly do not trust anyone who has spent so much time around demons. I will follow Father’s orders in training you, but know this, Y/N, if I so much as suspect you of doing anything to upset the balance in the Celestial realm, if you hurt any of the angels here, I will take matters into my own hands. I will not allow a being as tainted as you to wreak havoc among the angels. Am I understood?”

Meeting his gaze, a smile made its way to my face as I responded.

“I will hold you to that.”

He took one last hard look at me and walked through the door. Left alone on the steps, I thought to myself, ‘Soon my demons, I’ll be back, soon’. I walked to the gardens and spent the next few hours tending to it until dinner.

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

As soon as they got home, Mammon went straight to Y/N’s room. How could he let this happen? He was their first damn it! He should have protected them, he should have stopped Lucifer, he should have done something! He entered Y/N’s room and immediately sat on their bed, made messily in their excitement to meet the king. He held their pillow, hugging to his chest as he started crying. Too lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear Asmo following him. Upon entering the room and seeing the state his older brother was in, Asmo put aside his own grievances and sat next to Mammon and embraced him, letting him cry on his shoulder. This reminded Asmo of a time in the Celestial realm. They were playing with Levi in the gardens when Levi tried to show off his tree climbing skills. As he was nearing the top, Mammon noticed the branch Levi was climbing looked ready to snap. He tried to warn Levi but was too late as the branch snapped and Levi fell. Mammon wasn’t fast enough to catch him. Levi ended up dislocating a wing and spraining his right shoulder. Asmo remembered walking by Mammon's room that night and heard quiet sobs, he knocked and opened the door revealing Mammon sitting on his bed, hugging his pillow crying. He sat next to his older brother and hugged him, assuring him that it wasn’t his fault and that Levi would be just fine. Coming out of the memory, Asmo did the same now, hugging Mammon and reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t have stopped Y/N from giving that order and that everything will be ok.

“Will it be though? It just won’t be the same without them.”

“I know. It will be hard, Y/N was our family, but we’ll be there for each other.”

They slept together, holding each other in Y/N’s bed comforting each other until they fell asleep.

Present

It was an ordinary day for Mammon. He had just gotten back from a modelling gig at Majolish and was thinking up ways to spend the money he just earned. He was thinking of treating himself to a night out as he’d also gotten a math test back that day and passed with a 90%! Just as he was thinking about where to go, he felt the pull of a summoning. Mammon opened his eyes to find himself in an old cold basement. He scanned the room noting that the only lighting provided was a small bulb with a pull down string in the middle of the room and 3 small candles near the summoning circle. He found that the room was practically empty save for a thin mattress in a corner and some stairs leading to a door. He then spotted the one who summoned him, a little girl. She looked to be no older than 5. She was wearing stained and ripped overalls, one of the straps was missing. A light pink t-shirt underneath. Her brown hair was relatively short, only reaching her shoulders and was a tangled mess. Upon looking closer, Mammon noticed that she was covered head to toe in bruises and there were deep scratch marks on her arms and legs. He looked at the hastily drawn circle under him and found out that she drew it with some chalked rocks. She held an old summoning book close to her chest. Her big brown eyes looked so scared, yet if he looked closer, he could see what looked to be hope sparkling in the background. He could tell by looking at her that she held vast magical potential. Whoever put her here obviously knew the same.

“A-are you Mammon?” By Diavolo, she sounded so broken, like if he spoke too loud, she would shatter. Kneeling down to her level, Mammon put a soft smile on his face.

“Yes I am. What’s your name?”

“Cynthia”

“Ok Cynthia, what can I help you with.” Mammon doesn’t know what it was about the little girl, but he found himself genuinely wanting to help her. Maybe it was the way they looked at him with hope. Maybe it was because they were just a kid, or maybe, it was because her eyes reminded him of Y/N’s.

“I want to leave. My parents locked me in here. They don’t care about me. They only use me for their spells. Please Mammon, help me. I’ll give you my soul if you want, just please!” Tears came to her eyes as she pleaded with him to help her. Mammon upon hearing what these sorcerers were doing with their daughter, became enraged. He held his hand out to Cynthia with a smile on his face. He took the book from her hands and put it on the ground next to him.

“No, no, no. I won’t take your soul. It’s alright Cynthia, I’ll help ya. Why did you think I’d need your soul to help you?” “That’s what my parents said. They’ve been using me to try and summon you. I heard them arguing about who’s soul they would give to form a pact. Then they decided that they would give you mine.” Mammon didn’t think he could get madder, but by now, he was seeing red. Not only did her parents lock her up, they used her to try and summon him thinking he’d just accept a child’s soul to form a pact with them! Mammon was beyond angry.

“Don’t worry Cynthia, the Great Mammon will take care of your parents! You’ll be out of here in no time.” Sensing his rage Cynthia grabbed onto his legs before he made it to the stairs.

“No, don’t hurt them!” Mammon looked down at the girl in shock.

“Please don’t hurt them. They may have done all these awful things to me but they’re still my mom and dad! I don’t want you to hurt them, just get me out of here!” Mammon looked at the girl like she’d gone crazy. Her parents, who have locked her up in a basement, used her for spells, hell even tried summoning him in exchange for her own soul, she wanted them alive?! He saw how genuine she was being and he couldn’t find the heart to say no to her. Instead, Mammon knelt down to her level and took her hand. Cynthia looked at him with tears threatening to overflow. Mammon brought his other hand to cup her face, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“Ok Cynthia, I won’t hurt them. I am mad at your parents for doing this to you, but if you don’t want me to hurt them, I won’t.” Mammon then brought Cynthia’s right hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it gently. A yellow seal formed on the back of her right hand and a matching pink one on the palm of Mammon's right.

“Now we have a pact Cynthia. I didn’t take your soul, I took your sadness. Did you know that demons could also take emotions to form a pact?”

“N-no. Does this mean you’ll take me far away from here?”

“Yes, and it also means that you won’t ever feel sad again. I know a nice witch who can take care of you. She will teach you how to use and call me with the pact. This way, whenever you’re in trouble, you will be able to summon me without drawing the circle again and I can come protect ya.”

“O-ok.” Mammon then picked Cynthia up and walked up the stairs, kicking the basement door down he walked through the house towards the front door. Before he reached it though, he heard a scream behind him. He noticed that Cynthia tensed considerably in his arms as he set her down, hiding her behind his legs. He turned around coming face to face with a middle aged couple who he preserved to be Cynthia’s parents. Her mom then yelled at Cynthia.

“Cynthia Maxwell Daemon! You come here right this instant!”

“Shut your mouth lady. She doesn't belong to you anymore.”

“Nonsense! She’s my daughter. She is mine to do with what I want!” Mammon's patience was running out. A scowl appeared on his face as he growled out.

“Listen here lady, I’ve got some choice words for you two that I wouldn’t care to say in front of the girl, but the fact that you thought you could summon me and exchange her soul for a pact with you? You're crazy to think I’d ever accept that kind of pact. Now Cynthia and I are leaving and you ain’t ever using her again!”

Cynthia’s parents then realized who they were talking to and their attitudes immediately changed.

“Please forgive us, Lord Mammon. We hadn’t planned for the girl to summon you. We apologize for the inconvenience the child caused you. If you would stay, we could reimburse you for your troubles.” Cynthia’s father bowed his head as he addressed Mammon. Mammon on the other hand outright laughed at that statement. Turning into his demon form he barked out

“You think her summoning me was an inconvenience?! You two are crazier than I thought! Now listen here and listen closely, neither of you are to come near or look for her. None of you are going to use her again. We are leaving and don’t ever bother trying to summon me again. Ya know, you should thank Cynthia. If she didn’t plead with me not to hurt either of you, you’d both be dead. Make no mistake, if either of you try to summon me or if I find you anywhere near her again, I will rip your hearts out and feed you to Cerberus. Kapeesh?” The dark undertones of Mammon’s voice got through to Cynthia’s parents as their faces paled in fear and they quickly agreed. They begged for his forgiveness and promised not to harm Cynthia again if he could just stay awhile. Not bothering with them anymore, Mammon picked Cynthia up and walked out, flying towards the one witch he’d ever trusted. When he landed, he realized that Cynthia was crying.

“Sorry Cyn, I didn’t scare ya, did I?”

“A-a little, but these aren’t scared tears. I’m happy. Thank you for getting me away from them and for letting them live.”

“Of course. The Great Mammon keeps his promises.” Mammon walked up to the door of the small cottage. He knocked and a young witch with long blond hair, green eyes, and freckles answered the door.

“Mammon what a surprise! What brings you here?” She opened the door gesturing for him to come in.

“Sorry, not today Kelly. I’m actually here for her.” Mammon stepped aside, revealing a scared Cynthia behind him.

“Oh my Diavolo! What happened to you, you poor girl?!” Kelly rushed forward cupping Cynthia’s chin as she inspected her body, taking in all the bruises and cuts.

“Kelly, this is Cynthia. She summoned me to save her from her parents. I was wondering if ya could take care of her. I know ya've always wanted a kid, so…”

“Of course! I could never turn someone in need away, especially a girl as cute as her.” She said while pinching Cynthia’s cheeks. Cynthia giggled in response.

“Ok then, Cynthia, Kelly here’s gonna take care of you. I promise that she won’t act like your mom and she will help you learn how to use both your magic and your pact.” Reaching into his pocket, Mammon pulled out the Grimm he’d earned that day. He then put them into Cynthia’s palm.

“Here ya go kid. Now if you ever visit me, you’ll have some money to spend.” Mammon turned to leave when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked down to see Cynthia pulling him down to the ground. He crouched down. Cynthia then kissed his cheek, giving him one of the Grimm he’d given her.

“Thank you Mammon.” She then ran behind Kelly’s legs and waved goodbye with a massive smile on her face.

It’s been a couple years since Mammon saved Cynthia. She’d grown to be a strong and skilful sorcerer. He’d visit her often over the years with something in tow for her. Mammon never spent the Grimm that Cynthia gave back to him on that day. Whenever Mammon had a tough time with the numerous witches he’d find himself in debt with, he’d always find his way to her, and she comforted him, never asking for more than his company, something he was more than happy to give. His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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obae-me · 4 years ago

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You Are My Gift

Happy Birthday to our beautiful money boy! This is a small fic based on his birthday event, talking about what happens after his party, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2282

Warning: Mentions of Alcohol

Unbelievable. It was his special day. His. And somehow after having a bit too much to drink, his precious human had wandered off. The birthday celebration was still on in full swing; even Lucifer was feeling a bit tipsy, telling Mammon--again--how much he loved him. Mammon didn’t mind the attention, but when his older brother got personal, he hated the annoying emotions in his chest. Satan and Asmo were both handling their drinks well, just a bit drunker than Lucifer, each of them deep in a giggly discussion that the second-born didn’t have the wherewithal to pay attention to. Levi and Belphie were the lightweights of the family, completely wasted. Levi had been muttering slurred words to no one in particular about how much he hated this new show he was watching. Belphie passed out a while ago, and Mammon wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or the fact that he had skipped his afternoon nap to join the party. His twin, Beel, was nowhere to be found. Simeon and Luke never drank, being as uptight as angels typically were, but they were each enjoying some sort of sparkling fruity juice, making sure those who were drunk were pacing themselves and drinking water. Solomon was speaking to Barbatos, both of them practically sober, each of their eyes twinkling with specks of mischief. Diavolo seemed to be having the time of his life, pestering Lucifer to no end, and enjoying the frivolities that came with birthday parties with a loud boisterous laugh. And Mammon himself, well, for once, he wasn’t that drunk, he actually wanted to remember this whole thing for tomorrow. Sure, his head was tingly, he felt fantastic, and his feet wouldn’t walk as straight as was normal, but he could think fairly clearly. Right now, what was on his mind was, where in the world is MC?

He checked the kitchen first, seeing as how it was the nearest room to the dining hall. No MC, only Beel, finally found, who was raiding the cupboards for extra snacks. His excuse was that the alcohol was giving him the munchies, even though Beel held his alcohol so well, he had barely been tipsy once in his life. Mammon left him be, heading to the next logical choice, MC’s bedroom. He was so well acquainted with the direction of their room, he could walk there with his eyes closed. In fact, in a passing thought, he realised he probably spent more time in their room than his own. He opened the familiar door, convinced he’d see their face, but it was empty.

Memories flooded through his mind. Times of countless days where he’d open this very door to see his human greet him with a smile. Didn’t matter what it was for. Movie night? He fondly recalls staying up way too late with them, watching whatever they wanted. They’d giggle at his commentary and open emotions. If the movie scared him, he might accidently jump and cling to their side. They’d pat his head and make him feel safe. If he cried, they’d hand him some tissues and let him be emotional, making sure he felt better afterwards. Hiding from Lucifer? It had worked the first few times, after all, why would he want to be in a human’s room? Now, of course it doesn’t work, it’s the first place Lucifer checks. Once, he had hidden under MC’s bed and the human lied for him. It didn’t end well for them obviously, but after they endured the lecture together, they found themselves laughing about it. Bored? He’d go to their room and they’d find something to do. Excited? They never downgraded his accomplishments and eagerness. Upset? They’d not shoo him away, they’d invite him in, letting him talk about it no matter what it was. They’d ensure he knew his feelings were valid. No matter what, no matter the reason, he’d always wind up right here. Right by their side in any situation.

Irritated MC wasn’t where they should be, he wandered the house for a while. He should be at his own party, he should be among his family who, for once, was celebrating him. But it wasn’t nearly the same without MC around. Nothing he did anymore was. Somehow, this human enhanced every aspect of his life. He walked a little bit into the wall at the thought of them. Maybe he drank a bit more than he thought.

He was about to walk clear past his own bedroom when he noticed light peeking out from under the doorframe, some soft music gracing his ears. The melody sounded somber. He quickly opened his own door. The lights were dim. He had to scan the room a bit before he saw them. MC was sitting on the floor, back propped up against the wall, a glass in their hand with more drink left in it. Their cheeks were red, and they hadn’t even noticed he had entered yet. The music was coming from their D.D.D. a vastly different tune than what was playing at his party.

“MC!” He called, relieved to have found them, but upset they had left him and the group behind.

They snapped their head up at him, a grin curling their lips. “Mammy! Mamo. Mamoooooney.” He could tell they were wasted. Demonus didn’t have an affect on humans, so Lucifer took it upon himself to find a similarly strong human replacement. Maybe it had been too strong, and Mammon had half a mind to chew his older brother out for making his human wind up like this.

He felt his face grow hot at the nicknames, but he shook his head, using a finger to adjust his glasses. With his hands on his hips, he confronted them. “Why’d you leave the party, eh? We’re supposed to be celebrating me, you know! This kinda stuff doesn’t happen everyday!” They looked confused, like his question didn’t make sense. Instead of an answer, they went to take another sip. Mammon found himself taking the glass from their hands, placing it on a shelf. “I think you’ve had enough, huh? And when that’s coming from me, you know it’s serious.” He bent down, grabbing them by the arm to get them to their wobbly feet. They latched onto him, tightly, leaving him incredibly flustered.

“You’re being such an adult, where’s the real Mammon, what did you do to him?”

Again his chest fluttered, and he gritted his teeth. “Hey! I’ve always been an adult! I’m thousands of years older than you, ya know!” They giggled as he settled them down on his bed, detaching them from his body. They swayed a little as they sat still, and Mammon found himself shaking his head. “Look at this sorry state you’ve gotten yourself into, forcing me to be responsible, on my birthday no less!” His eyes almost twitched at their disheveled clothing, revealing some of their left shoulder and a bit of their collarbone. Adjusting their clothes to cover them back up, he found it hard to breathe.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me?” MC’s breath was hot, the mixed smell of his cake and their adult beverages wafting in the air. He blinked to realise he was close, much closer than he had intended to their body. Just a few more inches and their noses would be touching. His eyes flickered over their lips before reeling back and rubbing his own chest. His heart was almost painfully beating.

“Ask you what?”

“Ask me what I got you for your birthday.” MC swayed a bit more, and with his arms extended as far as they would go, he held them up by the shoulders. Then he thought about what they had said. He didn’t even think of the fact that the only one who had yet to bring him a gift was the one he cared about the most. Just them being there, giving him the letters, their smile, their support, the way he treated them--not just today--but all days that he was important, that had been enough.

“You...got me a gift?” He perked up a little, shifting around on his feet. MC chuckled some more, a sweet smile on their face, leaning to their side more so Mammon had no choice but to tighten his grip and straighten them.

“Course I did, it’s your special day.” On those last two words they attempted to touch the tip of his nose with their finger, but they ended up missing, touching his mouth instead. When their arms dropped, he bit his lower lip to keep his emotions at bay. “Wanna see it?”

“I-I-I mean, it’s my birthday, I deserve a gift! So...yes.” He covered up his true feelings with selfish desire like he so often did. MC rummaged through their pockets and handed him another envelope, addressed in the same fashion as the rest of them during this whole event. He let go of them temporarily to open it, sitting by their side on the bed so they could lean into him for support. It was labeled For Your Gift. Opening the envelope, he found it was devoid of a letter, containing a small key inside. He raised an eyebrow.

“It opens something in this room,” MC hinted, mumbling hazily against his arm.

“Ah, that’s why you squirreled your way in here huh?” Nerves in his body tingled with excitement. He scanned his room for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Then his gaze snagged upon a little treasure chest on his nightstand. It was as wide as a good-sized book but half as tall. It was a dark black color with a silver lock and hinges. A golden bow was wrapped around it. How he had missed it before was a mystery, but he suddenly felt giddy, looking at MC with a goofy grin before crawling over his bed to get to it. He snatched it and placed it in his lap. MC followed him, collapsing face-first a few times on the mattress before they reached him, sitting opposite from him to better watch his expression. Their legs touched, threatening to intertwine, but Mammon hardly noticed. With the matching silver key, he opened the lock, lifting the lid to look inside.

His expression flattened, but not because he was disappointed, but because he had to process what he was looking at. Inside the box was what could only be described as memories. Train tickets, four of them, all stapled together, the ones from the trip to London. A shiny rock MC had found, one that they said reminded them of Mammon. A necklace, one Mammon had stolen to pawn off only to discover that it was a convincing fake, but ultimately worthless. He and MC had worked hard in trying to prank one of the brothers to buy it anyway, only for him to give it to MC to keep. Pictures from that time they had borrowed Satan’s camera to have an at-home photo shoot. One of Lucifer’s feathers from the time they had a contest to see who could get one plucked from his wings first. A cheap prize from that cursed Devildom Claw machine, one they had spent more money than trying to get than was actually worth. Trinkets, goodies, random knick-knacks, all these physical reminders from all the good times they had spent together. A tiny note was tapped to the underside of the lid. It read, For When You Want To Remember Me.

MC’s hand touched his knee, worried. “Do...you not like it?”

Drops of water suddenly fell onto all his little treasures, and as he blinked, Mammon realised he started to cry. His breath hitched as he observed the many contents of the box once more. Swimming in his head were all the memories. Thoughts of him and MC together, every event they shared. He placed the box off to the side of him, hesitating for just a second before pulling MC into his arms, burying his face into their shoulder as he cried.

MC stiffened, sobering up just slightly from the shock of his reaction. “Mammon, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong, I just…” He snaked his arm up around their back so he could place his hand on the back of their head. He never wanted to let them go, he could stay in this moment forever and be happy for eternity. “You gave me you, MC.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind...thank you, that’s what I meant to say.” It was hard for him to explain in words. That box was filled with MC, essentially. Every connection to them he ever needed was in their gift. He held them tighter, hoping that maybe they were drunk enough to forget tomorrow how much he sobbed into them, how softly he was holding them. MC mimicked his actions and buried their hand in his hair. He let out a soft sigh, trying not to melt into them as his tears started to dry.

“Happy birthday, Mammon,” They leaned their whole body into him, the alcoholic influences letting them share more than they typically would’ve intended. “I wished there was more I could’ve given you. You’re so so special to me. I can’t afford anything fancy or designer, though I know that’s what you would’ve preferred. I’d give you the entire world if I could. The three worlds!”

Mammon shifted so his face was in the crook of their neck, feeling MC’s head settle against his own. “MC...listen...this is perfect, and even if you didn’t get me anything, I wouldn't have cared. Everything you’ve done today is enough. Everything you do is enough. You yourself are a gift to me enough.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc

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obeymefictionwriting · 4 years ago

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Wedding Bells? Part 2!

You guys have been asking me for another chapter of my Wedding Bells? fanfic plus many of you wanted more Diavolo and Undateables... so I delivered! Please enjoy!

Barbatos smiled patiently as Luke messed up the ingredients again.

“Ah, shoot!” the little angel exclaimed in an annoyed voice watching the very special nine-layer Devildom Rainbow Cake not changing its color like it was supposed to.

“You should have added more Vivantium Rosarius extract to the fourth layer”, Barbatos suggested, patting Luke on the head.

“Hmph! Again I failed! MC, will I ever be able to master that cake? I wanna surprise Michael so much but for now, all I can is fail again and again!”

MC gave Luke a warm smile.

“No worries, let’s do it one more time. Um, Baratos, if I may ask… Would you mind bringing us some tea? It will help Luke concentrate, I guess.”

“A brilliant idea”, Barbatos replied. “I shall be right back”.

With these words, he left the kitchen of the Purgatory Hall, leaving Luke and MC alone.

It took Barbatos mere minutes to get to the Demon Lord’s castle to get his special tea that would help Luke calm down and concentrate. Barbatos was about to enter the kitchen when he heard:

“Really? YOU LIKE HIM??”

The hand that Barbatos was about to put on the doorknob, froze. It’s not nice of a butler to stand behind closed doors and listen to something that was not intended for his ears… But there was MC talking about someone whom they fancy… Might it be?...

“I mean, he is always so reserved and helpful. He has this calm aura around him, you know?”

Barbatos remembered a signet ring that he once took from the bottom of the Devildom Black Sea. Decorated with violently beautiful ruby gem, it was kept in his desk, waiting patiently for the right moment and the right person to be presented to. Maybe it was finally time the ring would saw the daylight and be put on a finger of a very special person...

“Hmmm he does seem nice”, Luke agreed. “But I’m still suspicious about him”.

“Barbatos, dear”, Barbatos heard a cheerful voice behind his back, “What’s go…”

With a move so sudden it was impossible to notice, Barbatos sealed Simeon’s mouth shut with a spell.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered and bowed, “but we must not give ourselves away”.

Simeon nodded; his brown eyes beaming with interest. He made a gentle motion with his right hand and was able to talk again.

“What’s going on here?” He mouthed these words with his lips but Barbatos understood him.

“MC is talking about somebody they… fancy. I was curious who it might be.” He admitted.

“Oh!” Simeon almost exclaimed but at the last moment, managed to shut up.

“Interesting, indeed”, a soft quiet voice said behind Simeon and Barbatos. When they turned around, there was Solomon standing with his usual coy smile.

“I also happened to hear something interesting” he explained. “Oh, but they are talking again!”

“What I also love about him is that he is a great storyteller”, MC continued, sounding happy. For sure, it was a great pleasure for them to think about this person. “I could listen to him forever and I cannot imagine what a vivid imagination he has!”

Simeon blushed heavily but his dark skin veiled the blush. He had so many stories that he’d love to tell MC! To be honest, since the moment MC arrived in the Devildom, Simeon had always been feeling immensely inspired. MC was his muse and he’d dedicate all his work to them. But most of all, he’d love to tell MC goodnight stories before putting them to sleep and then lying down next to them…

“A storyteller, huh? I know one”, Solomon sounded disappointed. “But who can resist an angel, especially one like you, Simeon?”

Barbatos did not say a word, but he felt slight worry and unease. To be honest, he was hoping MC was talking about him - but he was just a butler. No chance against an angel.

“But what about his power? Doesn’t it scare you?” Luke asked.

“Power? Yes, he is amazing - and intimidating too! He works so much on all these spells and he constantly seems to practice. I admire him for that. I mean, one has to be really determined and hard-working to achieve such a great level of knowledge and skill?”

Simeon pushed Solomon and grinned: “Determined? I see. That’s what you’ve been practicing with MC after classes”.

Solomon said nothing but felt content. To be honest, he always felt left out: with all these brothers and angels surrounding MC, he hardly had a chance to get noticed. He had Asmo, sure - but MC was different. MC was the one to be conquered and Solomon knew that every effort would be rewarded. And he was ready for it.

“So did you tell him?” Luke asked suddenly.

Everybody got tensed up. Barbatos was violently fighting the urge to peak in the future. Simeon was already planning a perfect date with MC. Solomon was just smiling and all sorts of fantasies were racing through his head…

“What are you guys doing here?” An overwhelmingly loud voice of Diavolo pounded like a bell behind them. “Are you having secrets? What are they about?”

The kitchen door swung open.

“Lord Diavolo? And… everyone?” MC looked confused.

“I was going to the library to get some books on divination”, Solomon said.

“I was about to go to the study to think about new TLS chapters”, Simeon added with a charming smile.

“I brought you tea”, Barbatos handed the bag to MC and blushed heavily.

“MC, Luke, what were you even talking about? These guys were glued to the door when I found them!” Diavolo looked disappointed because he hated missing out and not being included.

“We were talking about our professor on spells and hexes”, MC looked confused. “I enjoy his manner of teaching and Luke is a bit aware of him. We were just discussing his classes. Why?”

Diavolo looked equally confused.

“Maybe because you are such a good storyteller?”

“Or maybe because you are so gorgeous they’d want you to speak so passionately about them”, he thought to himself with a bit of sadness.

As a Devildom Prince, he always knew what was going on around him. He noticed how excited Barbatos got every time they visited the brothers. He noticed how Simeon’s eyes lit up when MC was passing by. And he sensed how Solomon was becoming more and more determined and eager as if purchasing a dream he was hoping to reach someday.

“But are we gonna make this cake or not?” Luke suddenly asked and everyone got busy.

“Lord Diavolo, would you mind staying with us and helping us out? We can taste the cake together after it’s done”, MC suggested.

The Devildom Lord beamed with excitement: “Just tell me what to do and I am ready for it!”

“And in addition to being reserved, powerful and good at stories, I love your enthusiasm too”, MC thought with a smile, passing baking powder to Diavolo.

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #barbatos imagine #obey me solomon #simeon obey me #luke obey me #funny obey me

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old-hyper-super-clover · 4 years ago

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Obey me! x Avatar the last airbeder/ Avatar the legend of Korra

I thought about what elements the Obey me characters would be able to bend in the universe of ATLA/ ATLOK, so here´s a list of their elements, sub elements and their preferred fighting style!

If you don´t know the show, here´s a short list of the elements (although I highly recommend watching the series they´re amazing)

Fire bending (can be trained into lightning- & combustion-bending)

Water bending (can be trained into ice-, steam-, plant- and blood-bending)

Air bending (can be trained to fly or project your spirit)

Earth bending (can be trained into metal- or lava-bending and for seismic sense)

Have fun reading and let me know what you think!!

Lucifer

Element: Fire (white-blue flames)

Sub element: Lightning

Fighting style: mainly fighting with lightning, it's more elegant and deadly, and those words are basically the definition of papa Luci. Legends say that once when Lucifer was angered enough, he casted a whole storm to let lightning go down on the whole land.

His white-blue fire is known to be the hottest type of flames, with Lucifer being able to keep their heat on this level for as long as the flames are burning.

"Fire as well as lightning shall be treated with care and used with dignity. Also, if you keep your cool in battle, you can watch as your enemy gets toasted by your attacks, and I personally very much enjoy this satisfaction."

Mammon

Element: Air

Sub element: mild form of flight

Fighting style: "Korra style", basically the more modern way to airbend as shown in the legend of Korra: specifically more forward and for combat (attacking and approaching enemies), for dragging enemies through the air as Mammon pleases.

Although flight is an extremely rare and spiritual ability, somehow the goof Mammon is able to fly short distances without a glider or other tools.

"Livin' like a true air nomad? Nah, that ain't like me. How am I able to fly, then? Well, I'm THE great Mammon after all!"

Levi

Element: Water

Sub element: Ice, steam

Fighting style: prefers to attack with waves of pure water, but when his envy kicks in, he might switch to freezing it (when self-loathing) or boiling it (when angered in envy).

As he loves being engulfed in water, he has perfected moving and diving in the ocean.

"I like being in the ocean... The water wraps around you like a tight but soft hug... A-ah, n-nothing, I would never say anything cheesy like this...!!"

Satan

Element: Fire

Sub element: Combustion

Fighting style: much like his anger can occur in explosive rushes, so does his element as combustion bending shoots a beam of explosive energy at whoever Satan wants to see dead. The explosions become larger the angrier he is, but also harder to control.

Yes, he has this fancy third eye tattoo where he shoots the explosions out of, period.

Technically very skilled in bending fire but dislikes using it (as it reminds him of Lucifer)

"What are you staring at? Do I look this strange to you? Well, if it's that irritating to be near me, I could blast you into pieces."

Asmo

Element: Water

Sub element: Plant bending

Fighting style: not really into fighting, but if he does he uses vines with thorns to whip his enemies asses (preferably in the literal sense hehe). He keeps the vines entagled around his body to always have some with him, and let's them bloom to make it/ himself more beautiful.

Is actually better at bending plants than regular water, even though the pure element should be the easiest to bend.

"Water inside plants is sweeter, which is just like me!", is his explanation for this.

Beel

Element: Earth

Sub element: Seismic sense

Fighting style: Due to his physique he is able to bend massive amounts of stone at once, yeeting those at his enemies. His powers decrease the hungrier he is, but peak once he enters his hungered rage. God help the mountains around him if that happens, they might be pulled of the ground if they are in the way between Beel and his food.

As he is rather calm and dislikes initiating fights, he learned to listen to the earth, his seismic sense helping him detect objects connected to the ground through vibrations.

"If you stay calm and feel your surroundings, you'll find yourself with many advantages in life... For me, it's the ability to detect the nearest food, hehe..."

Belphie

Element: Earth

Sub element: Sand

Fighting style: likes the fast attacks that are possible when bending sand, it's lighter and better to form than solid ground.

Probably his favourite move is to swirl the sand up to disturb his opponents vision while he himself isn't hindered by it at all. If no sand around, he prefers to use smaller rocks and uses them as projectiles.

"Direct combat is too tiring... I'd rather annoy my enemies until they are sick of fighting me. Everyone hates sand in their eyes, right?"

Diavolo

Element: Earth

Sub element: Lava

Fighting style: In my personal AU that is currently forming in my head, Diavolo is the earth prince and thus rarely gets to fight, but oh boy can he beat you up if he wants to. For his size, he is surprisingly agile as he utilizes his earth bending to move. His attacks are mostly through lava bending, a technique which he came up with himself after thinking about how water benders can change their element's state of aggregation. With lava, he keeps his enemies where he wants them to be, to then bombard his enemies with lava projectiles.

"Don't be shy, come a little closer! I might be a prince, but there is no need to be afraid... If I wanted to battle you, you would have already found yourself in a pit of lava!"

Barbatos

Element: Earth

Sub element: Metal, truth seer

Fighting style: This sly mf keeps shreds of metal on his body at any time to be able to shoot them at enemies (kind of like Mai with her knifes). Not an aggressive fighter, rather he waits for the opponent's move, analysing them to then attack with whatever metal is around, or through earth bending, if more effective.

His truth seeing is a form of seismic sense that specialises in sensing another's breathing and heart rate, making him the perfect guard for the earth prince Diavolo.

"I seem to sense an increase in your heart rate... Are you lying or simply thrilled to see me, hm~?"

Simeon

Element: Water

Sub element: healing, spirit bending

Fighting style: Simeon barely ever has to fight, his role in the tribe is a spiritual, not a warrior one. He has magnificent healing skills and is highly spiritual, so fighting is just not his cup of tea. All techniques he is able to do are traditional figures that are passed over generations in the water tribes.

He uses the techniques for 'dances' rather than combat, when pacifying evil spirits or to communicate with and befriend good ones.

Sub element: mild form of spiritual projection

Is able to travel to the spirit world, helps keeping the balance between the human and spirit world.

"Bending is so much more than a weapon to hurt your enemies. Come, I will show you my favourite spiritual place and tell you about the beauty of elements and spirits."

Luke

Element: Air

Fighting style: "Aang style", defensive and keeping his distance. Dodging until finding a weak point, however if you annoy litte Luke, he might switch to a more direct fighting style. With this reckless fighting style, Luke likes to disturb his opponents balance, his satisfaction big when he, a tiny boy, can blow grown-ups off their feet.

Solomon

He loves spirits, so he had always given it his all to get into the spirit world, successfully. Now, he is working on a technique to move his soul unbound by his body. Up to now he can drastically increase his sense (see and hear) through sensing through the wind around him, but he couldn't give his spirit an intangible form yet.

"If you can exist outside your body in the spirit world, it has to be possible here, too! Watch me, I will figure out how to do it one day!!"

Element: Water

Sub element: blood

"You know, technically, air nomads could bend the air carried by your blood cells... Earth benders the minerals and ions in your blood... So basically, blood bending is a really... Huh? What do you mean you're scared of me? I'm harmless, I swear~"

Fighting style: Don't worry, I know blood bending is always treated as the worst thing ever, but Solomon rarely ever relies on his blood bending skill for combat, even though he is able to use it outside of full moon nights, too. He knows a lot about the human body, so he can actually use those skills to heal and help people! (Or well, potentially, he could cause all your blood vessels to burst, but... That is only an option... Maybe... Mostly...)

He is talented with water and ice enough to fight bending those, will use those in the most annoying ways he can.

Bonus: My two MCs Violet and Clover

Element: none

Clover

Weapon: Bow and arrows

Fighting style: Clover tought herself how to use the bow in her free time in case she ever needs to defend herself. Other than that, she wasn't born with any bending abilities, but is, just like Simeon, very spiritually talented and helps him with his work. Wishes to be able to travel to the spirit world one day.

She can hear and see spirits that have escaped into the human world and has made it her task to ensure they return to their home safely.

"H-huh? Ah, don't mind me, I'm not special at all... But wouldn't you like to meet my ghost friends? They have so many fascinating stories to tell."

Violet

Element (learned): fire (mastered), earth (only a little)

Element (yet to learn/ master): water, air, earth

Fighting style: Avatar alerrrt. Yes, this amazing lady would be the avatar of this generation. Born in the fire nation, she has mastered bending fire at young age. Given the right ground (e.g. volcanic stone), Violet has a unique technique of colouring her flames as the bends tiniest fragments of metals and minerals along with the flames. For that she lets the fire touch the ground and burns the metals in her motion. The minerals cause the different flame colorations and showed that she is indeed the avatar. Has yet to learn bending the three other elements.

Lucifer was her teacher for mastering fire bending, and she was taught to fight with a sword, too.

"I may be capable of bending every element, but I still have a long way to go. My homeland has taught me the arts of fire and the sword, but now it is time for me to learn the arts of the rest of the world."

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Thank you so much for reading!! If you´d like to hear more about this concept I can come up with backstories for each character! Just let me know if you´d be interested~

#obeyme #atla #atlok #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me shall we date

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aspenflower17 · 4 years ago

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Finding You (Part Seven and a Half of ??)

Hey! I finished it! I thought it was going to be about as long as the last update, but my brain decided it needed to be really long, so I hope you guys don’t mind. To my tag list peeps, things might be a bit weird for awhile. Apparently, Tumblr wasn’t notifying most of you about updates, so if you get tagged twice, I’m simply trying to make this website work the way it’s supposed to.

As always, the link to Part 1 is down below!

The Lovelies List: @simpingforsatan @naimena @wrathandgreed @magi-minminxiii @rensphilia (If you wanna be tagged when I update this fic, just ask down below in a comment or send me a message!)

Part One

Satan/F!Mc

Word Count: 4,423

Triggers: None that I can think of

“Barbatos! I was hoping I’d run into you!” Mc almost shouted, hurrying across the main hall.

Mc saw a flash of surprise until what she assumed was his usual unruffled demeanor returned, “Mc, good morning.”

“Good morning! I was wondering if there’s a library I can visit. I have some topics I’d like to research.”

“Ah, well, it is still rather early. I believe the Royal Library is still closed at this time,” Mc wilted a bit until he continued, “But I believe the Young Master would be alright with you browsing his personal collection. There will be restrictions with that, especially since I haven’t asked his permission, but I think you might be able to use it,” he smiled, completely polite.

“You think? I wouldn’t want to impose, but that would be amazing,” the prospect of being allowed access to the Prince of the Devildom’s personal collection was making her very excited.

“Hai. Just let me finish a couple things and we can go visit it.”

“Okay! Thank you very much!” Mc gushed before she could stop herself. Barbatos smiled, and inclined his head before walking away. She found the nearest chair, prepared to wait as long as necessary.

Turning inward, she took stock of what she was going to be looking for so she didn’t get distracted, when a voice boomed behind her, “Mc! What are you doing up at this hour?”

“Lord Diavolo,” Mc said, standing and bowing a bit.

“I already told you, there’s no need for that,” Diavolo laughed, waving his hands hastily, a bit flustered, “You can also call me Diavolo. You’re a guest in my house after all.”

“If you would prefer. I don’t want to be rude.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Diavolo laughed.

“My lord, I think I’m going to head-” a rather deep voice called out before abruptly stopping, causing both Mc and Diavolo to look behind Diavolo. A tall demon with black hair fading to white at the tips stood with a look of utter shock on his face, halfway through throwing a coat over his shoulders. Mc quickly noted his ensemble was very sophisticated, a red vest and tie complimenting the near black of the rest of his clothes and matching fur on the collar. The next thing, which made her gasp, was the fact his eyes were mostly black with some red. Though she’d seen some strange eye colors since coming to the Devildom, but his were the only black ones.

“Ah, Lucifer. This is my guest-”

“Mc,” the demon, Lucifer, breathed, relaxing his arms, coat touching the floor.

“Ah, yes. I’m sure that is pretty easy to extrapolate,” Lucifer’s eyes snapped to Diavolo and a short, unspoken conversation passed between them, before Lucifer turned his attention back to her, walking forward, an assured smile on his face, “I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Lucifer, Avatar of Pride,” and he extended his hand.

“I’m Mc,” she extended her hand to shake his, but he grabbed it, bringing it to his lips. Up close she could see how tired he looked even through the act.

smiling uncomfortably and extracting her hand as delicately as she could, “Ah, yes,” she said, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Of course. I would assume it hasn’t been very charitable,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly at her removing her hand, his tone going flat.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” Mc countered, “Simeon doesn’t mind you too much.”

“Ah. You are acquainted with Simeon?”

“Of course. He did help raise me afterall.”

“I see. I was unaware he had taken on a younger angel besides Luke.”

“Well, when you won’t call, or respond to his texts, he can’t tell you much,” she answered, her voice overly sweet.

He grunted in response, “Well, I am going home to have breakfast with my brothers, by your leave,” he said, purposefully turning from Mc. She narrowed her eyes, her brain brimming with comebacks for being snubbed. She fought with herself not to throw them at him as Diavolo answered.

“Of course Lucifer. I’m sorry to keep you so late.”

Lucifer bowed slightly to Diavolo, and looked over at Mc, “Nice to meet you. It’s good for you to help Diavolo help unite the realms.”

“You too. It’s nice to finally meet the man everyone seems so caught up on.”

Lucifer seemed a bit confused by her comment, but inclined his head to her, and then started walking away.

“So Mc, we got interrupted. What are you doing up at this time?”

“Oh, I was waiting for Barbatos. I want to do some research, and he mentioned you might be alright with me making use of your personal library until the Royal Library opens up today. Of course, if you’re not okay with that, I completely understand. I was just hoping to start it as soon as possible.”

Diavolo nodded as she spoke, “That should be alright. Of course, there are sections of it even Lucifer isn’t allowed in, so your access would be somewhat restricted, but I could do that for my Guest of Honor.”

“Thank you very much. I really appreciate that,” Mc answered, a lot more restrained than she had with Barbatos.

“Shall we?”

Mc looked around in awe, knowing many of the books that sat on these shelves she’d never seen before, “It’s amazing.”

“Ah, it’s quite modest, especially compared to… other demon’s I know.”

“That doesn’t make it any less amazing,” Mc assured, smiling over her shoulder at him.

“Thank you. So, you can take anything from… here…. To here,” he said, walking in front of 5 bookcases that reached to the ceiling.

“Is it alright if I fly to reach the top, or would you rather I find a ladder?” Mc asked.

“As long as it won’t leave a large mess of papers to clean up later, it should be fine. You should know, some demons do have access to my library. You won’t be assured your privacy.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Mc acknowledged, “So I know, who else has access?”

“Well, myself. Barbatos. Lucifer. Sa-... One of his younger brothers. I believe that’s it.”

“Ah, good to know. Thank you,” Mc said, filing the slip up away in her brain.

“So, what topic did you want to research? I can help point you in the right direction,” Diavolo offered.

“Oh, I was thinking about some general Devildom history. There’s so little of it in the Celestial Realm, and I think it would help me acclimatize to my new environment better.”

“You’re that interested in our history?” Diavolo seemed surprised but pleased.

“Of course,” Mc smiled.

“Ah, well, I don’t have a ton in this section, but I could grab you some from one of the other sections. Hold on,” and Diavolo took off in search of the books in question. He returned a bit later with three rather thick tomes, “You can read these, but they can’t leave this room.”

“Understood. Thank you,” Mc tried to take the books from Diavolo but almost dropped them because they were so heavy.

Diavolo chuckled, taking the top two and moving them to a nearby desk, “Breakfast is a couple hours still. I’m assuming you’re going to stay here and read until then. I’ll have someone come and fetch you at that point.”

“Thank you again!” Mc said, sitting down and cracking the cover of the first book. When she heard the door shut, she turned to the glossary, “S…. S…. This book is huge… Ah, S… Ha! Found you.”

“I hear you were up rather early this morning Mc,” Michael said at breakfast.

“I couldn’t sleep, and Diavolo was kind enough to let me use his personal library,” Mc explained, “You know how it is when inspiration strikes.”

The three angels sat at breakfast. Diavolo had left earlier in the meal, something important taking him away.

“You’re already planning your next show?” Luke asked, a bit surprised.

“Well, it’s more like I remembered an old show idea I had, and I think I finally have the experience to finally make it happen,” Mc answered cryptically.

“What idea’s that?” Michael asked.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Mc winked, “Though that does remind me, I’m going to be in and out of the castle for the next little bit.”

“Are you sure that’s the safest thing for you to do alone?” Michael asked, concerned.

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to go get some street clothes to help me blend in and I’m not going to do anything that might get me in trouble. Many of the demons around here are also very loyal to Diavolo and won’t search out problems with one of his personal guests. If worse comes to worse, I am about as powerful or more powerful than a lot of the lower level demons in this area.”

“You seem to have given this a lot of thought,” Luke said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Of course I did. I started thinking about this once Michael said I could come down here. I need to go where…”

“Go where inspiration strikes, yes I know. I just don’t really like the idea of my little sister wandering around the Devildom by herself.”

“Well, do you want to tail me for a day or two? See how great your little sister is at disguise?” When Luke only gave her a wary look, Mc continued, “Tell you want. You can come with me as I pick out some clothes. Then, you give me a ten minute head start to hide myself in the crowd. If you find me, I won’t go out by myself while we’re here. But, if you can’t find me by… 8 o’clock tonight, and I make it back to the castle safely, I obviously know how to disguise myself well enough to be safe, and I don’t need a chaperone for this trip.”

Luke narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think that’s quite how it works…”

Mc leaned back in her chair, “Then how does it work? If I am able to blend in enough to hide from my own brother, I think I deserve some level of autonomy.”

“We need to set some kind of boundaries so you don’t just go running off in some random direction.”

Mc inclined her head, “Fair enough. How about anywhere from Purgatory Hall to Rad and the castle to Rad? That gives a clear triangle that I could be in, and Majolish is within that area.”

“You also can’t spend all day in one place,” Luke added, the idea taking root in his mind.

“Fine. I can also use anything I buy at Majolish to disguise myself then,” Mc stipulated, not that Luke’s addition was anything she was worried about.

“You’ve got a deal,” Luke grinned, extending his hand across the table.

Mc shook his hand, “Well, I’m ready to go if you are.”

“Let me grab a coat,” Luke said, leaving the room.

“He has reason to be worried,” Michael said once Luke had left the room, “I don’t remember that being part of our agreement for you to come down here.”

“It wasn’t, but I simply agreed to have you two accompany me. As it is, I do understand there can be a lot of danger down here. Not all demons are happy with angels visiting, and I haven’t been here in a long time. However, I would like to prove myself to you two. If it makes you feel better, if Luke fails today, you can take his place tomorrow and try to find me.”

Michael considered her words, before nodding to himself, “I accept your challenge.”

“Sounds good. Now, I’m going to meet Luke,” Mc tried to walk away, but Michael grabbed her wrist before she could, “Do you need something else?”

“As a matter of fact… I heard you met Lucifer this morning,” Michael’s voice was soft.

“Oh, yeah that. I did,” Mc said, voice flat.

“What… How…”

“You should really see if Diavolo will reintroduce you guys,” Mc smiled.

“You think?”

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Mc answered. Luke entered the room again, throwing his coat on, “We’re off. See you sometime after 8 tonight.”

“Oh you think so?” Luke challenged, as they walked away.

“Oh, I know so. It’s-” Mc’s voice cut off as the door swung shut.

“... Ask Diavolo huh?”

Mc watched Luke walk past for the umpteenth time and grinned. It was almost 8, and she had managed to evade him the entire day. He had been extremely assured of his success at Majolish, but she had watched his confidence dwindle with the time. She knew it would be easy to trick him, but she hadn’t expected it to be as easy as he had made it.

She was about to get up to leave, when Luke walked in through the door. He was still in his angel regalia, and all the demon’s looked up and conversation stopped. Having seen this reaction multiple times now, Mc followed suit. She worked to keep her expression neutral as his eyes swept over the café, looking for her. She was again grateful to the cashier who had talked her into buying the eye color changing potion. It had saved her on multiple occasions. Not seeing her, Luke walked up to the counter and ordered some pastry, and then walked out sighing.

Mc pulled out her DDD, and checked the time, ‘7:59. Well, might as well go meet him.’ She grabbed her shopping bag and walked out the door. The street was less busy than she’d seen it all day, so picking her brother out of the crowd wasn’t a problem. She started walking towards him at the same pace he was going until the alarm on her phone notified her it was 8. She started running towards him, and then wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, “That was fun big brother, but it’s 8 o’clock and I’m feeling tired. Let’s go back.”

Luke jumped, and then groaned, “I couldn’t find you the whole day, but you knew where I was?”

“Not the whole day, but I saw which way you went after you left the cafe,” Mc grinned, falling into step beside him.

“Wait! You were in that café?”

“Yup. You looked straight at me. You ordered a scone with bitter berry jam right?”

Luke sighed, “Fine. I admit it. You’re way too good at this. I lose.”

Mc was still excited from her landslide victory against Luke, but she was already planning on how to beat Michael. Part of the reason Luke had been so easy to evade was that he stuck out like a sore thumb, choosing to be unabashedly an angel among demons. Michael was a different story though. She knew he was actually very good at blending into his surroundings when he wanted to from the work he did in the human realm. She figured he would take the same approach, and disguise himself as a demon, so she would have to watch her behavior the whole time, which would be more difficult than it had been with Luke. He was also significantly more powerful than Luke, so he probably had some disguise magics hidden away.

“Ah, you two are back,” Michael was waiting outside the double doors with Diavolo when they walked up, “I don’t need to ask to find out how it went.”

“I admit, I underestimated Mc,” Luke said, sighing slightly again.

“I hope you’re ready to face me tomorrow Mc.”

“Me too.”

Michael inclined his head, and then gestured to Diavolo, “I believe Prince Diavolo wanted to speak with you about something Mc, so I’m going to go with Luke to the dining hall,” and with that the other two angels left them.

“I love this idea Mc. It’s so fun!”

“Oh, thank you. I’m just trying to gain some independence down here.”

“I will admit, I do worry about what some of my less… dutiful subjects might do, but I want to thank you for encouraging Michael to talk to me, so I would like to see if I can be of any assistance in aiding you.”

“You’d do that for me?” Mc was taken aback.

“Mc, I’ve been trying to get new stories about Lucifer in the Celestial Realm for far too long. Michael and I spent the day exchanging stories back and forth and it was the most enjoyable day I’ve had in a long time. You gave me that. I also want you to feel comfortable here, so if that’s the way to do it, I’m willing to help you. I’m also sure he’s trying to pick Luke’s brain to get a grasp on what you might do. I’m just helping level the playing field”

“Well, if you can help, I’m not going to say no,” Mc said which made Diavolo grin.

Mc hadn’t caught one trace of Michael all day. She knew what outfit he had decided to wear, and that he had darkened his hair and had it in the normal long braid down his back, but it hadn’t helped at all. Not that she had been looking very hard. Diavolo’s insights on how his subjects reacted to different stimuli had been extremely useful, and she had adjusted her behavior accordingly. She had also been pleased to see the potion had given her a different eye color today and she had worn a different outfit. Overall, she felt like she had done a really good job blending in, but she still had an hour to go.

“Excuse me. Is this seat taken?”

Mc brought herself out of her thoughts, and, putting on a face of complete disinterest looked up at who was addressing her. Diavolo had told her demons really only spoke to each other if it was someone they knew really well, it was someone they wanted to get to know better, someone they wanted to fight, or if they had to. Only someone who knew they had a higher status than the addressor was able to ignore them or it was seen as extremely rude and was more than enough grounds to pick a fight.

“Nah. Ya can sit if ya wan’,” Mc answered, pitching her voice down and taking on an accent. She wasn’t sure, but she thought this might be Michael since she hadn’t been addressed all day. The face was familiar enough it could’ve been him, but he had obviously either used glamour magic to disguise himself, or he was a makeup genius. The outfit was right, though it hid his build very well, and so was the height.

The stranger took the seat across from her, and pulled out a book. Mc scrolled through Devilgram, but made sure her ringtone was on silent. If he had plotted with Luke to call her when he thought he had found her, he had another thing coming. Diavolo had thought of it, along with changing her contact names and turning off her DDD’s location. As time passed, Mc started wondering how long she had to wait until it was socially acceptable to get up. They had been sitting in silence for 30 minutes, and she was getting more and more anxious as time passed, her nervous habits threatening to come out. After another 15, she decided it had probably been enough time. She made her DDD vibrate a couple times, before getting up.

“Leaving so soon?” the stranger asked, and Mc almost yelped. She was barely able to keep her face under control. It was Michael’s voice and he was grinning.

“My frien’ jus asked meh tah meet ‘em a’ Hell’s Kitchen.”

“You sure about that?” Michael asked, eyes glittering.

Mc was saved from answering, as a hush fell over the crowd, and the whispering started.

“Are you sure you want to keep looking Lucifer? You know how he is; if he doesn’t want to be found he won’t be found,” a voice whined.

“Did I say I wanted to stop looking?” the edge in Lucifer’s voice was intense.

Mc turned to see an attractive strawberry blonde demon pouting at Lucifer. The black haired demon did not seem impressed by the display.

“Lucifer,” Michael breathed, eyes wide, “And Asmodeus.”

“Why don’t we just ask this cafe if anyone’s seen him?” Asmodeus asked, and then got up on a table, “Yoohoo! Everyone! It’s me Asmo! Yeah, thank you for your attention. I need your help!”

“Asmodeus…” Lucifer warned, voice low.

“My brother Satan’s gone missing and we need to find him apparently. Has anyone seen him?”

“Oh, oh, oh!” A demon called from the back of the restaurant, “I haven’t seen him, but Asmo you look divine today!”

“Oh, you flatter me darling,” Asmo flirted back, winking. Lucifer looked like he was about to combust.

“I saw him the other day in the Royal Gallery at an art opening,” another demon called out.

“Oh, thank you, but he went missing after that. Anyone else?... No? Oh well,” and with that Asmo got off the table, “I think it’s just a lost cause until he comes back, Lucifer.”

“Why can’t I take any of you anywhere?” Lucifer sighed, the tired look Mc had seen the day before coming back.

Demon’s were now getting out of their seats and were starting to crowd the two demons. Mc used the moment to slip away from Michael, moving with the throng of bodies and disappearing out the door. She thanked her lucky stars that there was a healthy crowd in the streets, melting into the masses. She didn’t know if Michael was following her, but she made her way to Hell’s Kitchen anyways. If there was any doubt in his mind, maybe this could save her.

She wandered in and found a similar situation of what she had just left, though it was now a tall orange haired male being surrounded. She looked around and saw a demon sitting all by himself. She pushed through to him and sat across from him.

He gave her a confused but sleepy look, “What are you doing?”

“Someone’s tailing me, and I’m trying to lose them. Can you pretend to be my friend for like… 8 more minutes?”

The demon’s look switched to mischievous, “What’s in it for me?”

“I… I don’t have any Grimm on me, but I’ll do basically anything. Just, please, help me.”

“It’s dangerous to ask a demon for help without setting a price. You do know that right?”

“Yes, I do. I just… What do you want?”

“Hmmm… You’re an angel right?” Mc blinked, completely caught off guard as the demon laughed, “Your disguise is pretty good you know. I just happen to be better,” his purple eyes danced in merriment.

“I… Yes.”

“Good girl. Hmm... How about you and your angel friends come to the House of Lamentation for dinner sometime?”

“I… Wait, that’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Sure. Deal.”

“Perfect. Hand me your DDD and I’ll give you my contact information,” he gestured lazily, and she handed it over. She watched him warily the whole time. Why would he want her to come over with Luke and Michael for dinner?

“Hey Belphie, it’s time to go,” a deep voice sounded from her left, “No one’s seen him.”

“Oh Beel, right on time. I believe it’s been 8 minutes, so you’re out of danger now right?”

Mc looked at the time and released a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. 8 o’clock right on the money, “Yes. Thank you…”

“Belphegor,” he leaned in close and whispered to her, “Now, don’t forget your promise, Mc.”

She looked up in shock to see his smug grin and he and the tall demon, Beelzebub probably walked out.

Mc was expecting to have to fight for her victory when she got back to the castle, but oddly enough, Michael told everyone he had gotten close, but she had ultimately beat him. He seemed shaken, and though she had her suspicions as to why, she wasn't going to argue with his decision. She had secretly thanked Diavolo for his help to which he had just laughed and told her to go enjoy herself but to make sure to be careful.

Mc grinned, the darkness of the Devildom making her feel free. She had rarely been able to be truly alone in the Celestial Realm and now she had no one watching her every move or trying to control her actions. Luke had stayed in the castle to catch up with Barbados and Michael and Diavolo had become fast friends. She was a bit concerned about the promise she had made to Belphegor, but her sense of freedom far outweighed any worry she had.

"Not that he did anything. And how did he know my name anyways?" she muttered.

She had spent the whole day visiting all the places she remembered as a child, and some places she had only heard about from Simeon and Luke. She had only hovered in the outside garden of RAD, feeling very self conscious. She found she remembered the streets really well, which surprised her. She hadn't had to ask for directions once. It probably helped that she had spent 5he last two days roaming the streets.

She could not enact her grand plan. Step one, find Satan. She hadn't allowed herself to think about it in the moment, but the fact he was missing put a large wrench in her plan. He could be anywhere by now.

A scent caught her nose. It was a familiar scent though she could have sworn she had never smelt it before. It was heavy even in the chill air, a deep heady scent that tickled at something in the back of her head. Looking around, she saw a park nearby and a flowerbed of what looked to be Feather flowers though they were not the right colors. Plus, Feather flowers had to have the sun to bloom and they did not smell as exquisite. What were these then, and why were they featured in a flower bed?

The creaking of a park bench pulled her from her thoughts. She thought she was alone, so the sound came as a shock. The figure on the bench was a bit far away, but she could tell one thing and that was that they had blonde hair. She made her way slowly over to the figure, her heart pounding and hands shaking a bit. Was it? Could it be…

“Satan?”

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Part Eight

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beybladebladerboy999 · 4 years ago

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Dia means sun btw.

Lord Diavolo angst.

Maybe OOC LuLu, I just love soft, messy LuLu.

He regrets ever picking you for the exchange program. Because of you his life is ruined. He never planned to share Lucifer with anybody romantically.

Then one day he asked to talk. He confessed he was in love.

With you.

Diavolo cried himself to sleep that night. As he remembered his friends smiling face. Of course he congratulated him and gave him advice while Barbatos prepared a special blend of tea.

He always thought he'd have Lucifer body and soul forever.

He should have never let you come here. You have the brothers in shambles, bowing to your every command.

You have all of them wrapped around your little finger and you don't even realize it. Out of all seven you had to pick Lucifer.

He was always supposed to be his Lucifer. His fallen Morning Star with eyes that shone like fire. Skin as pale as snow, with hair as black and shiny as ink. His Lucifer only belonged to him in name only. He was so beautiful, he deserved better than to be your plaything. Lucifer deserved a Queen's status, he belonged on the throne working with Diavolo side by side.

You see this needed to be revised immediately, that's why he killed you. It was to easy really, wait until you got back to the human world, slip some poison into your water systems, and make sure his Lucy was busy with work all day and night.

Why don't I take your D.D.D Lucifer, it will just distract you. The faster you finish your work the faster you can talk to MC. I'm sure she misses you.

He had to be discrete, if lucifer found out all his love would vanish, so not even you could know your killer. He sent you letter often and texted you, played the nice guy, the supportive friend. Now you were far away in the Celestial realm, forbidden from dating the Morning Star based on your angel status. Of course secretly delivered by Barbatos to Micheal.

Then I gave him my brightest smile and shoved more paperwork into his arms, the arms that should be wrapped around him.

He saved Lilith, he gave him work, a place for him and his brothers to stay. Lucifer should be his, and now he will be, now that your out of the way. Watching from the Celestial realm as your boyfriend cries into his shoulder. His hair loose and his school uniform buttons undone, Diavolo could fell his heart beating.

You were gone, Lucifer was his once more.

The cost well the boys will get over it soon enough, they don't even know who killed you. After all you were a good friend to everyone, his tears were real.

He really would miss you, but you crossed the line when you took Lucifer from him. Maybe he'll come and visit you when Lucifer is wearing his ring. When its safe for his heart to never fell that way about you again.

Diavolo hugged his friend and soothed his heaving sobs.

You see Lucifer loves me , he doesn't hide anything from me. Look at him falling apart on my shoulder, the all mighty Morning Star, reduced to tears and a shadow of himself.

"Diavolo" he whispered

"Yes my Lovely?"

" Does Barb know who killed her?"

He sounded cool, and broken. He sounded like a man who just had his heart shattered.

"An unfortunate accident. Her poison garden had a broken pipe, the poison seeped into the ground into her drinking supply." He sounded mournful as he spoke.

" You know how found she was with her deadly garden Lucifer, that's why she got on with Satan so well, always hungry for information."

Lucifer chocked back a sob.

He told you your obsession would kill you one day, and now look at you. Stuck under his Father's thumb in the blinding white of his old home. At least he could rely on Simeon to keep you safe.

For the first time in his millennia old life Lucifer regretted his fall.

At his back Diavolo smiled, finally mine he thought, finally finally mine.

"This is where you live dearest?" he said. Looking at you in wonder. A small cottage greeted him with flowers blooming around metal gates. A green house in the backyard, filled to brimming with toxic and deadly plants.

he stared at you as you put on little green leather gloves and pointed at every plant, the poison it obtained and what it could do it a humans system. You showed him leaf patterns and squeezed a pokeberry and watched the seeds spill out, showing him the poison as red as blood inside.

"Isn't it wonderful" you asked. You gazed into his eyes, yours were filled with an almost child like wonder as you gazed around your garden. For once you had almost rivaled your boyfriend in Pride. He could practically see the peacock feathers sprouting from your back.

" I just want you to look upon the true irony of your current situation." She smiles as Lucifer plucks a Manchieel apple from the tree and bit down.

"I love you Lucifer" Then she looked up at me threw her long beautiful lashes. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks as my hand rose to meet my chest.

"I love you to MC"

I kissed her then, her lips were full and warm and she was alive. We kissed by the dying sunset, I pulled her flush aganist my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I remember the feeling of utter happiness as I help her aganist me. It was like a tight spring loaded in my heart.

I love you MC, I will always love you.

Lucifer's tears slowly drew to a close as Diavolo hugger him closer. You were always so reckless, always attracted to things that could kill you whether it be plants or your choice of boyfriend. You never had a sense of self preservation, its how you two originally gotten closer.

After he realized Mammon was a horrible human babysitter he slowly faded into the role. Then after your true heritae was revealed, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with you.

Ha look where that got him. Youe dead and his heart is shattered on the ground.

Even after all those pacts you still went to Celestial, even though your a desecandt of the angel my Father wanted elimanited.

Maybe this is a new tourment from my Father after all, he took away Lilith, and now you.

My darling little MC.

Lucifer was sure his heart would never be put back together again.

He missed your warm touches. Your random notes on his mountains of paperwork, little encouragments and silly heart on sticky notes.

He saved them all.

You come in with snacks or drinks in the dead of night just to remind him to eat.

"How could you possibly love a demon, I'm a failure. A fallen angel." He looked downcast.

You confessed your love fo rthe first time that night. Heart shapped pancakes, on his desk after a particularly long meeting. At the time his first thought was "Beel didn't see these, how odd."

" I love you in spite of that. Lucifer you work hard, you sacrificed your freedom for your family. You work like a slave to because of it. Your so strong. You saved your brother from the dungeon, and bore the burden of greif all these years." YOu looked at him admiration and a touch of saddness.

"'I love you because no matter what you come to face, you better yourself with it." his pride swelled, he took in your flushed face, your sparkling eyes, and your soft hair. He loved you for so long. He pulled you close and kissed away your tears.

Then you fed each other pancakes.

He didn't do any work that night.

The brothers made you a memorial behdn the House of Lamentation. Filled to the brim with roses spelled healthy, and pictures upon pictures from your Devilgram account. Soft teddy bears and the controller you used most when playing with Levi, a tube of your lipstick you accidentally left behind.

Lucifer went their that night, he sat in frount of you and cried himself to sleep. It was almost like losing Lilith all over again.

You were the one to comfort him when you felt like this. When he lost the battle of the darkness inside his heart, but you were gone, and nobody else dared approach him. He felt your absence in the very core of his being, he missed your hands grazing his horns or preening his wings.

" Their like clouds! So fluffy!"

" They were made from clouds dearest" He smiled at you and pulled you onto his lap."

" I miss you MC, my dearest one." A few tears dropped onto your tombstone. He rested his head agaist your picture.

" Lucifer" a soft voice whispered, hiding in the shadows.

"Simeon" Lucifer looked up and saw his friend under the tree. He looked forlorn and...was that dread?

" We need to talk... I have a message from....her"

Lucifer sat up and gracefully walkes towards him. His uniform is covered in mud and he was an indent from your memorial but, he still looked prideful. Even if he didn't feel anything at all.

Simeon looked at him in a pitiful manner.

" She loves you Lucifer, and it wasn't an accident. She said she saw Barbatos, and the cop who was investagating, he was a demon who tried to eat her once. When she was with Satan at the library.

She says he lended over and checked her pulse after she drank the water. He said he was sorry, on all accounts."

Lucifer couldn't speak, he was falling once more in a pit of rage and despair.

" Are you sure?" disbelief coated his voice as he looked upon his best friend and companion.

" She's a mess about it, Barb came over and-" Simeon shuddered. "She's being peppered with questions about everythibg from Micheal, she saw a few of her deceased pets and started crying, she won't leave them be" he chuckled slightly.

Lucifer felt a stab of betrayal, but he also felt a sense of purpose.

"Thank you Simeon" he said cooly, buttoning up his unofrm, tying his belt, fixing his medals."Give MC my love from now until the end of eternity." Lucifer walked cooly back to your memorial. He touched your smiling face and took out his D.D.D.

The Demon Brothers (6) New (7)

Lucifer- Family meeting in the dining room, Five minutes

He shut off his phone and walked back into the house.

" Your so strong Lucifer."

"Your so beautiful"

" You'll always be my angel."

" I love you, and I'll always love you."

Lucifer stared at his brothers' gathered in he dining hall. He tuned out their questions and held up his hand.

He stood up the chair moving soundlessely on the carpet.

He placed his hand over the R.A.D badge, then he ripped it off. The stitches popping and metals clanging on the table.

He threw it to the floor.

"Who here wants to start a rebellion."

Yay my first aganst! So who wins that's up to you! Comment please I love reading them.

This is my girlfriend's story and I wanted to post it here and she let me so go check it out on wattpad

@sparkleshinegreen

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey lucifer #agnst #fluff #to be continued #lucifer x reader #oc mention #death #murder #fanfiction

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harunayuuka2060 · 3 years ago

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Preteen Diavolo: I'm sorry for bothering you like this...

Preteen Lucifer: It's okay. Mama is trying to contact your father to see what they can do.

Preteen Diavolo: *worried*

Preteen Lucifer: I didn't realize that you really have a bad relationship with your father.

Preteen Diavolo: *nods* He's still blaming me for my mom's death.

Preteen Lucifer: ...

MC: *knocks on the door first before entering* Dia? Can I talk with you for a moment?

Preteen Diavolo: M-Me?

MC: *nods*

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MC: It turns out that I know your father well. We both graduated in the same school.

Preteen Diavolo: *shocked* So that means...

MC: I talked to him and he said he's allowing you to stay here for a while. But he had come here to see you.

Preteen Diavolo: Huh?

Eundae: Diavolo.

Preteen Diavolo: *turns around to see his father standing behind him with a stern face*

Eundae: How could you run away like this?

MC: Eundae.

Eundae: *jolts*

MC: *smiles, but there's something terrifying about it* Your child was almost in danger because of you. And, how could you blame him for things he's not responsible of?

Eundae: Forgive me. I'm just having a hard time raising him and—

MC: I have nine children, Eundae. NINE. And I'm also working to provide for them while raising my NINE PRECIOUS CHILDREN. So what's your excuse?

Eundae: ...

MC: *sigh* I'm disappointed with what kind of father you have become, Eundae.

Eundae: ...

Preteen Diavolo: *is surprised to see his father be vulnerable with other people*

Eundae: *bows his head* Please take care of him while I'm trying to fix myself.

Preteen Diavolo: Dad...

MC: Anyway, since you're here. Join us for lunch.

Eundae: *nods immediately*

Preteen Diavolo: ...

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MC: *feeding their three babies*

Baby Beel: Ma...?

MC: Hm?

Baby Beel: *grabs his milk bottle and starts drinking himself*

Baby Belphie: *doing the same*

MC: *smiles* I see. So you want me to focus on your sister?

Baby Lilith: *giggles*

Kid Mammon: Lucifer! I can't cut my meat!

Preteen Lucifer: *gets his plate and starts cutting his meat for him* There.

Kid Levi: Mammon, I can't cut my meat!

Kid Mammon: Here! Let me help ya!

Preteen Lucifer: *confused*

Preteen Simeon: Asmo, you need to eat veggies.

Toddler Asmo: But they taste awful!

Preteen Simeon: No, they're not. *eats one* Mama cooked them really well.

Toddler Asmo: Really? *eats his veggies* *eyes widened* *giggles* Mama!

MC: Yes?

Toddler Asmo: I love you!

MC: I love you too. *smiles*

Eundae and Preteen Diavolo: ...

MC: *noticed that Diavolo is not eating yet* *walks to him* Is there something wrong?

Preteen Diavolo: C-Can I be your child too? *looks at them earnestly*

MC: *smiles* *pats his head* Of course.

Eundae: MC, will you not—

MC: *looks at him* You're trying to say something?

Eundae: ...

Eundae: Nevermind...

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me brothers #obey me lilith #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me eundae #Family Series

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thedevildomdaily · 4 years ago

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“Demonic Possessions” Ch 1: Welcome to Hell

Notes: My new series, “Demonic Possessions” is about my triplet nephilim Lena, Azri, and Zak becoming RAD’s newest exchange students. It is an 18+ Mature-rated head canon of mine. It features polyandry, yaoi, and yuri. The character Lilly is based on the MC from OM! however her relationship with everyone is sisterly.

Warnings this chapter: Swearing.

(ack this ch. didn’t autopost. Sorry y’all!)

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell

The RAD student council was in full session. The brothers bickered about the theme for the next school event, while the human exchange student Lilly laughed at the ridiculous proposals, each suiting only the demons’ personal interests. She especially got a kick out of Lucifer’s clearly irritated expression.

“I want perfect lighting this year at the talent show!” Asmodeus demanded, “The light must follow me so my adoring fans can’t lose my beautiful form on the stage.”

As the brothers proceeded to tell the Avatar of Lust that their budget wouldn’t be blown on his light, there was a tap on the door. It was the angel exchange students, Simeon and Luke. “You wanted us to join you?” Simeon asked Lord Diavolo, who was equally enjoying the demon brothers’ antics.

“Yes. I wanted the both of you here for today’s meeting. There’s actually something I’d like to discuss with everyone here.” There was a grin and exchange of looks between him and Barbatos. Lucifer raised a brow in concern. Clearly he wasn’t in the loop on whatever the prince was talking about.

“Are they going to help us set up the talent show?” Satan inquired.

Simeon nodded, “Of course we will help. As soon as you work out the budget, we have a few ideas..but we need to wait for Solomon to share them. He hasn’t arrived yet?”

The human sorcerer was the only one missing from the roster Lilly noticed. He usually accompanied the two angels, being a part of the same dorm, Purgatory Hall. “That’s odd…” she said aloud.

“Solomon is actually assisting me with something. He will be arriving shortly.” Diavolo replied with a chuckle in his voice. When he did that, Lucifer noted, meant that he was scheming something. It put a pit in the eldest brother’s stomach. Especially since he knew nothing of what the prince was talking about. He was deliberately hiding something from his loyal servant.

Diavolo continued, “We can continue our discussion about the talent show tomorrow. The reason I asked the members of Purgatory Hall to join us today was so that everyone could hear my announcement.” Barbatos closed his eyes, giving his signature knowing smile.

“As you are aware, the semester at RAD has surpassed a month. It is a little different than school in the human world. It made for quite a surprise to us, but we have a few late acceptance letters returned to us yesterday.” Barbatos announced. Lilly raised a brow because she certainly didn’t receive a letter. She was straight up abducted out of nowhere. And did he just say ‘human world’?

Diavolo chuckled at the looks of confusion on everyone’s faces, “Yes, RAD will be welcoming three new exchange students this year. They weren’t able to attend last year and are a bit late to the party this year.”

“My Lord, who are these exchange students? You never mentioned them to me before…” Lucifer was besides himself. He had gone through the candidate list personally in which he selected Lilly, Solomon, Simeon, and Luke. There weren’t any others that he approved.

“These three exchange students are arriving here under very special circumstances. They aren’t humans, angels, or devils.” Diavolo’s smile shrank slightly, “They are here under the request of a very old acquaintance of mine. I would say friend, but I bet he would probably scoff at that….” He remembered something and would have gone on a tangent if it hadn’t been for Barbatos coughing, getting his attention.

The demon steward cleared his voice and continued on behalf of his master, “As Lord Diavolo said, these three aren’t representatives of the main races between the three realms. It was a complicated admittance process. You weren’t involved, Lucifer, because we had to speak directly with Michael on this matter…” This had everyone’s full attention. Simeon and Luke didn’t even know about this matter.

“So, who are they?!” Mammon asked loudly. He couldn’t take the suspense any longer.

Right on cue, there was another knock on the door. Solomon opened the door and entered, “They are here Diavolo.” He stepped into the room and stood to the side so the others may enter.

“Ah, welcome!” Diavolo said in his typical lighthearted voice. “Everyone, please welcome RAD’s new exchange students, The Van Helsings.”

On cue, a trio of pale, blue-eyed, silver-haired individuals entered the council room. The first was equally as tall as Beelzebub, but with a thinner build. He wore an elegant ponytail, many piercings, and lip gloss. His outfit was posh: designer brand high collared, skin-tight shirt and pants with paint splash patterns that perfectly tailored his tall, thin frame. Lilly could easily compare his aura to Asmo’s. His eyes were narrowed, but he held a friendly smile.

The next person that entered was another male. He too had the same skin, hair, and eye colors. In fact the only differences between them was a height difference. This one was 5 inches shorter. He had tattoos, piercings, but no make-up. He wore a black tank, ripped jeans, and boots. His aesthetic screamed grunge while his aura just screamed. He looked rather annoyed to be there.

Lastly, a girl entered. She was rather short, but wore heels to make up the height difference. Skin-tight jeans, a goth skull-and-butterfly tank, jewelry, and makeup. It was even more obvious now that the three of them were siblings. Her hair was the longest; wild and flowing. Lilly couldn’t help but notice her curvaceous figure. It was definitely her type. The human elbowed Mammon, but her eyes widened at his shocked expression. Clearly she was missing something about these nearly albino dolls.

Solomon broke the silence, “Everyone, this is Azriel, Zaksalamel, and Azrelena. The Van Helsing triplets.” The tallest bowed slightly with a friendly smile to greet everyone. The other male barely made a nod, and the girl waved and elbowed her unfriendly brother. “I escorted them here since we are long time acquaintances of each other.”

“Sol, why didn’t you ever tell me you were ‘long time acquaintances’ with nephilim?” Asmodeus asked with his brows raised. This confused Lilly, who was of course out of the loop.

“Because you never asked?” Solomon shrugged with his typically smug smile.

Lucifer looked at Diavolo with a stressed expression and only received a knowing smile from the prince and Barbatos. They knew he wouldn’t have approved having three nephilim enter the Devildom.

“Welcome to The Devildom and to RAD. It is an honor having you be the first nephilim to visit the realm.” Diavolo greeted them, introduced himself, and then the others in the room. The demons were all speechless.

“Psst, Mammon. What’s a nephilim?” Lilly asked her best demon pal. She hated not knowing what was going on. She’d noticed how shocked Lucifer was, and then saw a strongly disapproving look on Belphie.

Mammon gritted his teeth, then leaned and whispered, ‘They’re half angel, half humans. Super powerful beings. They’re known for causing trouble....they played a huge part in the war…” He really didn’t want to talk about it.

The tallest nephilim, Azriel was the next to speak, “Thank you for extending the invitation to be a part of this exchange program. My father sends his regards.” He held out a letter that held a wax seal. Barbatos stepped forward and took the letter, catching the nephilim’s wink at him, then merely gave the letter to Diavolo with no reaction in his expression.

Diavolo opened and scanned the letter, laughing. “According to your father, the three of you were actually sent here as punishment? I’m sorry if you feel this as a sentence.”

The girl gave a palmface and muttered, “Of course he’d put that in the fuck’n letter..”

“Our circumstances are...complicated.” Azriel began to explain, “The human world is full of new technology and sometimes it’s harder to well, keep a low profile. This is more of a place for us to lay low for the time being.”

Belphegor broke his silence, “Are you bringing your trouble here? Nephilim seem to do that; push their issues onto others…” clearly he wasn’t happy about them being there. “Belphie…” Beelzebub put his hand on his twin’s shoulder, trying to keep him calm.

“We’re capable of handling our own problems, don’t fret…” The other nephilim male, Zaksalamel replied in a sarcastic tone. It made Belphegor grit his teeth and Beel had to tighten his grip a bit. “The timing is coincidental.”

Azrelena chimed in, trying to smooth things over, “Yeah, it was just human problems. It was mostly on me, really. But uh, again, Lord Diavolo, thank you for letting us come here for awhile…” she gave a sheepish smile, latching her arm around Zak’s. Lilly noticed then, that the female nephilim squeezed her brother’s arm rather tight, causing him to flinch and his eyes to widen slightly.

Diavolo chuckled at her comment, “It’s no problem at all. I only wish you guys could have joined us sooner. The exchange program has been a great success. These are the other exchange students: Luke, Simeon, and Lilly. They can help you adjust.” Each of them smiled, bowed, or waved at the trio. The nephilim nodded in return, though Lena only focused her attention on Lilly; she really wasn’t happy about the presence of angels.

Lilly felt she could cut the tension in the air with a knife. She wondered if she could make things better by saying anything. “Yeah, I’d be happy to help! Since you’re from the human world like me, I could help find things you might want from home. Show you some things I’ve found most interesting. There’s such odd similarities between our worlds.”

“That’d be great. And since you seem to be the only other girl, I’ll definitely be relying on you Lilly. Oh, and call me Lena….that’s Zak and Azri. We don’t use our full names...they’re too old school ya know? Our old man gave us ridiculously angelic names then peaced-out on us.” It was Zak’s turn to elbow his sister.

Azri smiled, ignoring his younger siblings, “Where, may I ask, are we going to reside during our time here? I need to see the space I will be working with…” He tried not to show it, but he was nervous about not having room for his stuff. He had other things to do besides play student on his father’s orders.

“We have a couple of rooms available in Purgatory Hall,” Barbatos replied, “However if she is comfortable with it, we would love for Lena to stay in The House of Lamentation.” Lena blinked, wondering why she was going to be separated from her brothers. Barbatos saw the confusion in her expression and elaborated, “As you noted, Lilly is the only other female exchange student and we thought it would be refreshing for the both of you to have some feminine companionship during your stay.” Lilly really did miss having girl talk and hanging with her sisters back home occasionally. The only thing that came close was spa or mani/pedi day with Asmodeus.

Diavolo added, “I’m sure Lucifer could arrange room for you in the House of Lamentation…” He was basically ordering the Avatar of Pride to do so, without being commanding in front of the new arrivals. Lucifer merely closed his eyes, and with his hand over his heart, bowed his head.

This caused Belphegor to scoff. Beelzebub also frowned, only because his twin was upset about it. The other brothers seemed indifferent to it. Mammon whispered to Lilly, “Yeah, this won’t go over so well...you just wait..”

Lena looked at Belphegor, “I promise, I will keep my presence to a minimum…” It was obvious that he held some prejudice against nephilim. And frankly, that was old news, but she’d try to be understanding. She didn’t have many options of where to lay low for the time being anyways.

“Ptch, whatever…” the demon responded and started for the door, having to pass by each of the nephilim. Lena and Azri seemed to maintain pleasant expressions, but Zak glared back, not liking how he spoke to his sister. Beelzebub followed after his twin, wanting to make sure he didn’t get into anymore trouble like he did over the last time they got exchange students. That nearly ended in disaster.

Barbatos got everyone’s attention once again, “I have arranged for your belongings to be sent ahead to your respective residences for the time being. You will also receive your DDD’s with the contact information of your roommates and us as well.”

“I hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom.” Diavolo said happily as he stood from his seat, “If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to let Barbatos, Lucifer, or myself know.” His enthusiastic nature made Lena smile back involuntarily. Who knew the prince of Hell was such a charming guy? “I wish I could stay and get to know you three more, I however, have a lot of other business to attend to. Please, address your concerns and questions to Lucifer for the time being. Again, it's nice to meet you.”

Lord Diavolo and Barbatos left, leaving an irritated Lucifer in charge of the group. He was definitely going to scold the prince for dropping the bombshell on him at the last moment and just leaving afterwards. “Solomon, since you are well acquainted with them already, you should stick with those two.” He commanded.

“I’d be happy to. What’s it been? A couple decades since we’ve hung out together…”

Zak shook his head, “Nah, it’s more like half a century. Birth of rock’n’roll. Drag racing…” he drifted off in thought.

“Can we please hurry?” Azri kept his smile, but his brows expressed a deep panic, “I need to know if my stuff made it…” The two men laughed at him, knowing how he needed to check his wardrobe.

Simeon nodded, “Yes, let’s return to Purgatory Hall. After we locate your luggage we can assign your rooms and give you a tour before dinner.” Luke added, “If I’d known we were welcoming new members to the program I would have baked some delicious cakes for you.” It was surprising to be welcomed by angels, but Azri would smile and be nice so long as it led him to his precious luggage.

Meanwhile, Lucifer approached Lena. He stared down at her with judgement in his eyes. Not batting an eye, Lena sized him up as well. “Leviathan. You will look after her.” He then turned on his heel and began to leave the council room. This made the third oldest exclaim, “WWAAAAAAGH?!” He had been hiding behind Satan and Asmodeus the entire time, playing an otome game, not paying much attention to the meeting. “I don’t deal with 3D people…” Lucifer only paused and shot him a killer’s stare over his shoulder that made him gulp and reconsider that complaint. “Since you couldn’t be responsible enough to pay attention during the meeting, you will make up by escorting Lena around the Devildom.” He glared and adjourned the meeting by disappearing into the hallway.

Lucifer chose the third eldest to be in charge of keeping an eye on the female nephilim because Mammon was already looking after Lilly, he was too busy, and Satan was too rebellious to be relied upon to follow his orders to begin with. Leviathan was powerful and could manage the nephilim if the need arose. Besides, his brother needed to focus on something more constructive than all of the otaku nonsense he obsessed with.

Nephilim were powerful and mysterious. They were meant to be exterminated just before The War because they weren’t supposed to exist. And those that did, couldn’t control their powers. Lucifer didn’t reveal his opinion on the matter during that time. His focuses were more towards his own ideals, the safety of his beloved sister Lilith, and of course his closest brothers that followed him.

Even though he and Michael had many disagreements, they both agreed nephilim were not to be underestimated. He wondered how they managed to slip into hiding during the war and hide amongst the humans for so long. These triplets were the wards of Abraham Van Helsing. That was equally puzzling. Diavolo seemed to know the infamous Demon Slayer. And he actually jested at ‘friendship’ with him? Diavolo knew how to give Lucifer the greatest migraines.

The nephilim trio spoke amongst themselves for a moment before they followed their respective guides. Lena patted Zak on the back and made Azri bend down so she could give him a peck on the cheek. “Message me later guys.” She waved and then joined her group.

“What were ya talking to your brothers about? Zak, was it? He looked pissed.” Lilly asked. She wasn’t a shy person and she honestly wasn’t afraid of some half angel. She was literally killed and brought back to life, chased by a giant snake, and was teleported into many different worlds. She had a completely different outlook on things, and all fear seemed to disappear from her body. Honestly, Lena couldn’t be anymore dangerous than what she’s already experienced. So she definitely would give her a chance, despite most of the brothers’ apprehensiveness they displayed. Besides it's been a long time since she got to spend time with another girl, like they said earlier. She really looked forward to it.

Lena chuckled, “Oh, that’s Zak’s typical disposition. He is the definition of resting bitch face. Though, he was concerned about me going with a bunch of demons all alone. We stick pretty close to each other. He may have literally been responsible for the term ‘overly-protective brother’ to be coined. I told him if a regular human is okay living there, then so am I right?”

“Yeah, these guys are a bunch of sweet, but moody, puppy dogs!” Lilly teased. Mammon and Leviathan were waiting impatiently. “Isn’t that right?!” The tiny human jumped-up and noogied Mammon. They were the best buddy duo that typically caused the most chaos in The house of Lamentation.

Mammon pried the human off of him, “Hey, stop that will ya!? And I ain’t a damn dog!” This made Lena laugh.

“And what about you?” She attempted in engaging a conversation with Leviathan. His eyes were glued to his phone still. She tried to peek over his shoulder to see what game he was clearly obsessing over.

When her cheek grazed his arm, Leviathan froze up. “Hey! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Lena quickly stepped back. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to invade your personal space.” She waved her hands.

“Levi doesn’t do ‘close contact’ with anyone.” Lilly explained. Mammon added, “He’s all about the ‘2-D’ world. Nerdy Otaku!” This actually caused Lena to perk up a bit, “Oooh, I gotcha. I'm a bit of a nerd myself, but I wouldn’t label myself an otaku per sa.”

Having the three talking about him with him right there caused Leviathan to hunker his face in his high collar, trying to hide his embarrassment. He began walking faster towards their home, causing the three to speed walk after him. “Hey, wait up will ya! I’ll tell Lucifer you’re ditching us!” Mammon hollered after him. At the rate in which he was going, Leviathan might catch up to Lucifer himself, and their other brothers who’d gone on ahead of them.

“Are they always like this?” Lena asked Lilly.

“What? You mean with all the yelling, running, and slap-stick comedy?” Lilly said with a fake shocked expression, “Girl,you have no idea. You may request joining your brothers over in Purgatory Hall.”

“Hell no! I need a break from them.” Lena laughed. This was actually quite amused by what she’d observed. The Avatars of Sin and the Prince of Hell. All of them were supposed to be ruthless monsters. They are all moody teenagers. Absolute goofballs. Very cute ones at that.”I love my brothers dearly, but they tend to smother me.”

“I know what you mean. These guys are all like my brothers.” Lilly nodded. She was definitely at home with them. They all eventually came around and even made pacts with her. Now she couldn’t see herself anywhere else but the Devildom with her boys.

“Wow!” Lena gasped seeing the House of Lamentation, “Pretty badass…wonder if I’ll get to solve any Scooby-Doo mysteries?” She giggled to Lilly. “Actually, we do that around here far too often.” The human replied with a palm face.

The two entered the house, greeted by the typical T.H.O.L. antics: Asmodeus yelling at Beelzebub for eating the food he was trying to prepare; Lucifer yelling at Mammon and Leviathan for leaving the girls to walk home alone after he specifically told them not to do that. Belphegor was passed out in the foyer with his head on the bottom step. “Maybe we both could request a move to Purgatory Hall?” Lilly sighed, embarrassed.

Lena laughed, then noticed her luggage was just out of the doorway to her right. She had three giant pieces, two medium, and three small suitcases, plus what had to be a guitar. “Damn you don’t travel light do you?” Lilly commented

“What d’ya mean, this IS light!” Lilly laughed, “And Azri brought twice as much as me; maybe even more! He actually got teary-eyed when he couldn’t bring half of what he packed.” The youngest and oldest were both obsessed with their wardrobe, but Azri took the cake. Zak on the other hand, didn’t care what he wore and preferred to travel light in case he had to flee from someone’s boyfriend or the cops.

Lilly realized something now that she was staring at Lena’s belongings. “Heya Lucifer...where is Lena going to stay!?” she called out over the ruckus. There were two options, the human realized, and both of them were going to undoubtedly cause a commotion. Especially from the youngest brother.

A few moments after Lilly yelled the question, Lucifer entered the foyer. “The attic. I instructed Belphegor to remove his belongings. Leviathan will help rid the rest of the items into a proper storage room elsewhere.”

“Leviathan sorta bolted to his room,” Lilly whispered, “You kinda picked the wrong guy to be watching over her.” Nudging her head over to the nephilim, Lucifer followed the direction. Lena was kneeling down, looking through a bag, making sure her breakable perfume bottles made the trip safely. She was attractive, he would admit, but nobody should be unable to communicate with her because of it. Lucifer sighed and rolled his eyes. “He has his assignment. And I have my reasons. You can assist if you feel the need to.”

“Hurry up and get the new girl put in her new room! I don’t want anyone to let dinner get cold….or eaten by Beel!” Asmo called from the kitchen. Lena broke her concentration on her belongings, hearing the harmonic voice coming from the kitchen. It was pretty.

Lilly messaged Leviathan with her DDD, telling him what Lucifer said and agreed to at least help out this once. She pitied the shut-in for being awkward at times like these. If only he knew how brilliant and charming he was.

The trio had carried Lena’s luggage up the stairs. “Is this a penthouse or am I just being isolated?” the nephilim murmured. It was further away from everyone else’s rooms. Of course she didn’t know the history of Belphegor’s imprisonment in this room. It caused both Lilly’s and Leviathan’s eyes to widen and look at one another.

When they got to the room, the door was already standing wide open. Belphegor and Beelzebub looked like they were debating. It appeared that neither had started packing, and it irritated Lilly slightly. “What’s going on? I thought you’d have most of your things moved out by now…” she asked.

“Why should I have to give this room up?” Belphegor glared at the human and then at Lena. “Couldn’t she just share a room with you?” Although this place was once his prison, the attic was a place the youngest demon found solitude and comfort when he was feeling particularly down.

No, Lilly couldn’t share her room. For one, she grew up in an orphanage and had come to cherish what little privacy she had with her own room since her arrival. The other reason she couldn’t bare to share a space with Lena was the sheer temptation. Yes, in a world full of sin, Lilly would uphold her morals on lechery. The nephilim was gorgeous and she would find it very hard not to steal glimpses of her in precarious situations. She would die of blood loss like the pervert characters in Levi’s manga he had her read. “You already have a bedroom Belphie. And there are plenty of other places to hang out.”

“Lilly’s right. We can go to other places.” Beel agreed, “I don’t want you to get in trouble again by Lucifer.”

“What’s he going to do, lock me in here again?” Belphegor retorted with a dry expression.

That remark caught Lena’s attention. “Wait, what?” Did he just say that Lucifer locked him up in there before? That really didn’t settle well for her. This was his own brother, right? She suddenly thought that maybe Purgatory Hall was a better fit for her. Even with stuffy angels roaming about.

Leviathan had been silent up until this point. He was missing out on the special gotcha bonus hour for this. “Belphegor, move your stuff!” he shouted, “I’m in a hurry!” His brothers were both taken aback for a moment, but Belphegor crossed his arms defiantly. “I will summon Lotan if I miss out on the holographic Pudding-chan card in this month’s bonus gotcha hour!”

Lilly pulled Lena out of the way as the older brother ran into the room. Beel stood between the older and younger two. “Hey, calm down! We’re gonna be late for dinner Belphie…” He wanted this to be over as well.

“FINE!” Belphegor snapped and grabbed a box covered by a cow print blanket. “Beel help me with that stuff. I don’t even want to be in here anymore anyways!” And with that he stormed off. Beel frowned, always hating to see his beloved twin upset. He was able to carry the other 4 boxes by himself. Lilly promised to return, needing to go ahead of the giant, opening doors and guiding his way safely.

“Well, that was a freaking mess…” Lena sighed as she rolled her larger two suitcases into the middle of the room. There was a bare queen-sized bed, a 3-drawer dresser, and a steam trunk. Oh and a lot of cobwebs. “Wow, this looks like a Motel 6 I crashed in back in the early 1990s in Philly…”

Leviathan didn’t know what the nephilim was talking about. Or he wouldn’t know if he was paying attention. No, he was busy worrying about being left alone in an attic with a girl he’d just met. One who’d gotten too close a couple times already.

Lena didn’t notice the catatonic demon standing in her doorway as she began opening her suitcases up. “Man, I’m gonna have to do some serious cleaning before I unpack my stuff. Don’t want dust and cobwebs on my things…” She paused and smiled as she pulled out a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie, “Awe Zak!” She had sworn she forgot to pack her favorite plush.

The cute kitty in her hand grabbed Leviathan’s attention. “Is that...Hello Kitty?” She looked up, grinning, “Yup! My brother packed it for me cause I knew I forgot her. Wait, you know her?” The nephilim stood up and held the plush out to him, wanting him to hold it.

Hesitantly, Levi took the plushie. He tried to hide how enamored he actually was by it, though his pink face said everything. Lena held back her chuckle seeing his expression. “I’ve heard of her...Lilly has many stickers on her Laptop of the Sanrio characters...kawaii…” He was staring into the cartoon cat-like creature’s eyes.

“Ahem…” Lena had to break his concentration on the plush and he immediately handed it back to her, looking away. It wasn’t nowhere near as cute as Ruri-chan anyways! “So, I heard you say, or shout rather that there was a gotcha prize you were gunning for today?” Did she just acknowledge ‘gotcha’? He narrowed his eyes at her, remembering he was going to miss it. “I won’t tell if you don’t...so you can just crash on my bed and start pulling in your gotcha super hour while I do some sorting. I’ll cover you if anyone asks. I don’t really need that much help anyways.” No, she imagined once Azri saw her room, he would demand a fumigation, a number for the Devildom’s best contractor, and the location of the closest thing they had to a Pier One. The thought made her giggle to herself.

Leviathan stared at the nephilim for a moment. He was supposed to be watching after her. Her kind were enigmatic and labeled extremely dangerous back during his time in the Celestial Realm. Even though Diavolo welcomed the triplets into the RAD student exchange program, Lucifer clearly didn’t trust them and he’d be wise not to so quickly either.

Then again, he really wanted that holographic card! “Alright. But if anyone asks…”

“I know I know. You awkwardly took down the sheets/canopy and swiped away the cobwebs…” Lena replied with a cheeky little grin.

An hour and a half past before Lilly returned to what was now Lena’s room. The place had been dusted and swept, but Lena’s stuff remained packed away. She definitely got why. The place was a mess as Belphegor never bothered to clean it much. It made her smile seeing Leviathan playing on his phone while sitting on the edge of the bed on one side, while Lena was far away on the opposite. Both had their backs to one another and were staring so seriously at the DDDs.

“Heya nerds, Asmo wanted me to grab ya for dinner!” She shouted with a devious smirk, “Better get downstairs before Beel gets your food!” Of course Leviathan jumped and then glared at the human. She was lucky to be a part of the family or he would’ve thrown something at her tiny frame. ‘D-DON’T DO THAT!!!!”

Lena too got started, “Oh I see how it is...I’ll remember this…” She faked a glare at Lilly, who knew she was kidding around. “What took you anyways? I thought you were gonna help too?” She hopped up, putting the DDD in her jeans pocket. “Levi and I had to wrestle cobwebs and curtains...it was ridiculous!” She gave a side glance at the demon, who in return blinked and then blushed. Alibi? Check!

As they made their way downstairs, Lilly explained that she had to help Beelzebub deescalate Belphegor’s anger. After that she was called to the kitchen to assist an indecisive Asmodeus on what would make his dishes look even more elegant. And of course there was Mammon; always Mammon! He apparently took one of Satan’s books to pay off a serious loan, and now was facing both Satan and Lucifer in the study. Somehow Lilly was called in to be his Defense Attorney. Yeah, that didn’t work so well and now his check from Hell’s Kitchen.

“They run you ragged around here don’t they?” Lena chuckled.

Lilly opened the door to the dining area, revealing an absolutely chaotic scene: Beelzebub was shoveling food down already while Asmodeus protested that he was ‘ruining his presentation’. Next there was a sulking Belphegor who was glaring back at an irritated Lucifer. Mammon was being the loudest, begging Satan to hold off on taking his paycheck for the book. He apparently had a different shady loan that one was going towards.

Leviathan lingered behind the two girls, completely unphased by what he would call ‘a perfectly normal family dinner’.

The human, however, hid her face behind her hand. It was a little embarrassing for their new guest to have to witness this mess at her first dinner in the Devildom. She used her pact marks to make everyone stop. Being more used to the power she wielded at this point, she was able to spare the otaku behind her.

“Welcome to Hell, Lena.” Lilly said through gritted teeth, glaring at her demon brothers.

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yukiobeyme · 5 years ago

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What if MC is someone who can't express her feelings? And instead of telling her crush how she feel she stay quiet tell the bros start falling for her and when they tell her she start crying and tell them everything? I wonder how beel lucy and satan (or simeon and diavolo if you want-)would react Also I LOVE YOUR BLOG SFM DIYDKYFKYDKY

Omgosh Thank you! I’m so touched! Thank you for the request and your patience as I sorted through my life lol. Full disclosure I accidentally wrote Simeon thinking about Solomon so it might be a little (a lot) OC for him.

Lucifer:

Actions speak lower than words to him, so he hoped he read the signs right. He realized he was in love with you when he saw your first care-free smile and laugh. It seemed you faked smiles when you first got to Devildom, possibly because of fears and that it was a dangerous, strange place. But you were at a student council meeting and Diavolo started to pick and tease Lucifer and you couldn’t help the bubbling laughs that escape your lips, how your eyes brightened and how big your smile got. For the first time in a while, Lucifer felt his heart stutter. He would start spending more and more time with you, hoping that all the glances you stole, how you seemed a little nervous and got quiet around him were positive signs you felt the same way. He would ask you to go to the café with him. He would order your coffee for you, knowing your order by heart. He would tell you over coffee in the secluded more private area of the café. When he first saw your tears gather, he was immediately in a flight or fight mode. He was quick to offer napkin to you, he looked concerned at you and simply waited for your response. When you finally calmed down, you tell him that you always been attracted to him. That since the first meeting, you loved how formal and put together he was and the sheer confidence and power that seemed to radiate off him. That you felt the same way, which he let out a breathless chuckle. “You could have said that, to begin with. I was considered.” Lucifer would be smirking at you, now it was your turn to laugh, looking up at him hopefully, “so does this mean..?” you trailed off. “Only if you want,” Lucifer knew your question, it was obvious and evident what you wanted. You broke out into a huge smile, “there’s the smile I love,” while one the way back to the house he didn’t hold your hand he definitely walked closer to you.

Satan:

Was completely cheesy how he told you, he lends you his favorite love story and on the last page, he stuck a note saying that he loved you. It took you over a week to read the book. You were constantly meeting up with Satan to discuss the book and it always seemed he had a mixture of excitement and nervousness especially in the later chapters of the book. The book was about two different species falling in love with each other and how it was going to be a battle but they both were willing to make sacrifices for this love to work. When you reached the end of the book, your heart ached, it reminded you of your love for Satan. He was a demon and you were a human, how would this work but also how badly you were willing to make it work. When you flipped to the next back you saw the envelope. Your name was on it, written in Satan’s gorgeous scripture. Your heart raced and stutter when you read the note. It talked about how he could see resembles between the main characters and you and him. How he was willing to move mountains to make a relationship work and sacrifice so much if it meant he could have a life with you. You would be teary eye and send him a message to come by and just to come in, no need to knock. Satan would be nervous, were you summoning him to yell at him or to confess the same thing. He wasn’t expecting to find you crying on your floor. He would be quick to collect you in his arms and joined you on the floor. Once you calmed down a little, with tears still falling down your face you asked him if his note was true. He would hesitate before he tells you yes and that he meant every word and more. You throw your arms around him and pull him close. You begin to babble about how much you always loved him and how much of a crush on him. How you find him so beautiful and perfect, how you enjoyed the quiet moments of reading together, or when you read each other to sleep. He would press a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you to your bed. “May I stay the night?” Satan asked. You would nod and scoot over, he would wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him.

Beelzebub:

He was as confused about his feelings as you were. He didn’t know how to express it. You were cooking together one day, and Beelzebub stopped in the middle of cooking and simply watched you as you around the kitchen. You noticed that Beelz had stopped moving, “What’s wrong?” you were honestly concerned and reached out and grasped his hand. Beelz was hesitant that only made you worry more, “You can trust me,” you whisper quietly. Beelz looked away from you and looked around as if he could find the words he wanted to say. “I don’t know, I just know that sometimes I think I am hungry but I’m not hungry for food but for your attention and to hear your voice,” Beelz said after some time, finally looking nervously at you. You felt your heart stutter, was Beelz confessing he loved you too. You felt tears start to swell in your eyes, was your crush really doing this right now? “Did I hurt you?” Beelz immediately asked when he saw the first tears running down your face. “No, not at all. I’m so happy right now,” You laughed as you looked up at him and moved close to hug him. He was quick to wrap you in a hug and hold you close to him. You stood there for a few moments before you told him you felt the same way and all the things you adored about him. The small details about him, that Beelz didn’t even notice about himself. You fell silent and enjoy his embrace. “The cupcakes!” Beelz exclaimed as he pulled away from you to pull the cupcakes out of the oven. You laughed and went back over to him, to continue to finish making the buttercream. You offered a finger of buttercream to Beelz but before he could taste it you swiped it across his nose. You giggled at his surprised face, “Oh it’s on” that was his only warning before he grabbed some buttercream of his own to swipe across your own face. Most of the buttercream landed on your lips, you both ended up in a fit of laughter, “You got something on your lip,” Beelz said as he swiped his tongue across your lips before kissing you.

Simeon:

Little did you know Simeon knew you liked him. He took advantage a bit, flirting with you, standing too close to you, and causally touching you. He loved seeing your reaction and you were constantly worried he could either hear or see your heartbeat. While Simeon thought you were a lovely person, he didn’t really intend to catch feelings for you as well. But soon he started to flirt less and keep a respectful distance from you. It made you insanely worried, did you do something wrong? Was he mad at you? Your head would spin with these questions and you were constantly beating yourself up over it. When Simeon swept you away during Diavolo’s party you were surprised, you didn’t expect him to want to be so close to you. Your heart still stuttered when you looked at him and it felt like it stopped when you started to dance. You thought his avoidance was because he found out you liked him, and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Then Lucifer’s words echoed in your ears, “There are three reasons why a person would want to dance with someone…they are doing it to be polite,” that’s what you told yourself repeatedly. Though it didn’t stop your reaction from being so close to him or how tightly he held you. He pressed a kiss to your hand and bowed once the song was over but was quick to turn around and leave you dazed on the dance floor. You left the dance floor and went to search for Leviathan, knowing he probably wanted to leave too, and you didn’t want to walk back to the house alone. Levi tried to ask you what was wrong, but you simply shrugged and walked a little quicker. You managed to not let any tears fall until you were in the safety of your own room. You collapsed on your bed and allowed yourself to sob and scream into your pillow. Who knew heartbreak could hurt this much and you couldn’t help but wonder if you could die from a broken heart? You had ruined your pillowcase with your makeup, you rose slowly and moved to the bathroom to wash your face. You looked in the mirror and saw that your face was red and puffy. You stared at yourself in the mirror and looked away when you saw tears starting to form again. You took a quick shower before going to bed. Over the next few days, everyone took notice of your somber mood. Luke and Solomon even asked if you wanted to hang out with them, thinking it was something to do with the brothers, but going to the Purgatory Hall meant a higher chance of running into Simeon. You overheard Solomon ask Simeon if he knew what was wrong with you. Simon seemed surprised that you were upset about something and asked Solomon why would he know. “Because you seem to like them or until recently,” your head snapped up at the response and look intently at them hoping to hear and see Simeon reaction. When Simeon met your eyes, you flinched a little and dropped your gaze. You could feel Simeon staring at you and heard his shoes tap on the floor as he approaches you, “Shall we go for a walk?” he asked and offered you his hand. You accepted his hand and you walked side by side in silence. “It’s true you know,” Simeon finally broke the silence, stopping in his place, “What Solomon said, I do like you,” Simeon couldn’t meet your eyes. For the second time Simeon made your cry, but this time it was happy tears, you threw your arms around him and pulled him close to you. You were rushed to tell him you felt the same but thought he had figured out and that’s why he seemed so distant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he returned your hug, holding you just as tight. You looked at him and how cheesy it was you couldn’t help to think how he looked like an angel. He tilted your chin upwards and share a soft, sweet kiss with you before taking your hand and continuing your walk.

Diavolo:

He asked to dance with you after Simeon had danced with you. Being the future King of Devildom, how could you say no. Diavolo in his demon form made your heart stutter even more than normal. His red uniform always made your breath catch in your throat but in demon form, your heart went wild. Unlike Lucifer and Simeon, Diavolo held you close when you danced with him. You almost feared he could feel your heart beating so fast. Diavolo finally spoke softly to you, “Ever since I first saw you, I thought you were the most gorgeous thing in all the realms,” he would slowly lead you in a twirl. Your heart felt like it was about to burst when you were facing him again, Diavolo says you had tears in your eyes. He held you so much close to him, “Did I say something wrong?” Diavolo was worried he overstepped his boundaries and could possibly ruin your time in Devildom. “No,” you let out a teary laugh, “I feel the same way, I felt this way for a while,”. Diavolo would let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he stopped the dance and pulled you into a proper hug and gently swayed you to the music. You would wrap you arms around his neck and met him halfway for a kiss. While it was tough for you to say the words, you hoped that the kiss could convey the words you weren’t able to say.

#obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #lucifer obey me #satan obey me #simeon obey me #beelzebub obey me #diavolo obey me #yuki writes #Yuki Writes!

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ikemenvampire · 4 years ago

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Let’s Make Christmas Cookies Together (Day 1)

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Part of the 2020 Winter Drabble Prompts by @obeywho-meduh Pairing: Solomon x gn!MC Note: Trying to get my writing skills back so it might be a little rough right now. Also my first attempt with a gn!MC. I also have no idea how to format in tumblr. Please note: the stickers they use are in accordance to the stickers in the game. Summary:

"Let's make Christmas cookies together!"

Is what they'd said so excitedly to Solomon a few days ago that they'd completely forgotten one very crucial fact.

Solomon has no skills in the kitchen.

"Let's make Christmas cookies together!"

Is what they'd said so excitedly to Solomon a few days ago that they'd completely forgotten one very crucial fact.

Solomon has no skills in the kitchen.

Unless you of course counted his ability to turn anything he makes inedible to the point that even Beelzebub, the avatar of gluttony, couldn't keep it down a skill.

But they'd already agreed to have Solomon come over to the House of Lamentation tomorrow to bake some cookies together (Luke had texted in their group chat with the angels to please, please not bake in the kitchen in Purgatory Hall when he overheard their conversation while Simeon contributed a scared and shaking sticker in response) and they couldn't exactly back out then. Solomon seemed to think there was nothing wrong with his creations and they didn't want to make the sorcerer feel bad by suddenly cancelling.

With that all said and done, MC had no other choice but to prepare the House for Solomon's arrival to try and mitigate some of the damage they're expecting to come as a result of Solomon's... concoctions.

The first thing they do is head to Lucifer's office, all the while practicing their apology in hopes the eldest brother doesn't get too angry with them. But no matter how much they'd practice their speech, the resounding 'Enter' that they receive after knocking completely causes them to blank out.

"Er, hey Luci," MC greets awkwardly as they shuffle inside, hands fiddling with the hem of their uniform nervously. "Are you busy right now?"

Lucifer simply raises a perfectly arched brow at the human, taking note of the way they fidgeted under his gaze and sighs, setting down the papers he'd been examining. Clasping his fingers together on top of his desk and resting his chin upon them, he asks, "What is it, MC?"

Sheepishly, MC rubs the back of their neck and directs their gaze anywhere, but the demon in front of them as the words tumble out of their lips. "So you know how Christmas is coming in the human world, right?"

Lucifer blinks, but nods in return. For once, he's unsure exactly what about the jolly holiday caused the human so much grief, but he lets them continue speaking.

They take a deep breath and—"ImayhaveinvitedSolomonovertobakeChristmascookieswithmepleasedon'tgetmad."

It takes him a second to parse through the jumble of words, but the moment he does he could feel his wings burst out of his back as his demon form took over before it's gone, tucked again in his human form underneath a very thin layer of patience only brought forth by the human's scared 'Eep!'.

Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an exasperated sigh. Of all troubling things he’s had to deal with recently, not even Mammon had brought him this much grief.

"Pray tell, why?"

"I completely forgot that Solomon's a menace in the kitchen," MC explains, fiddling once more with their sleeves, "I was just so excited to celebrate the holidays with someone who would understand."

Lucifer purses his lips.

Of course, their human would begin to feel homesick. They've been here for a majority of the year, but it still doesn't erase the homesickness they must've felt since the beginning. And this Christmas holiday was usually celebrated with close family, friends, or a significant other so it made sense that those feelings would hit hardest during this time of year.

With a heavy sigh and plans to schedule a time for someone to come in and fix their kitchen afterwards, Lucifer reluctantly agrees to let them use the kitchen. "Just... Make sure you warn the others not to step foot in the kitchen that day. Please. I don't want to have to cart all of them to the hospital afterwards."

The bright, thankful smile MC sends their way is almost enough to make up for the fact that he's willingly letting chaos step foot into their kitchen. Almost.

He waves MC off with a reminder to let the others know as well and returns back to his work.

Suddenly, the weight on his shoulders felt a lot heavier than before MC came in. Though, the heaviness in his heart has lightened up considerably.

~°~°~°~

House of Lamentation (New) (8)

MC: *smiling sticker*

MC: Hey, everyone!

Mammon: *question mark sticker*

Asmodeus: *question mark sticker*

Leviathan: *question mark sticker*

Beelzebub: What's up, MC?

Satan: Did something happen?

MC: Ah, well...

MC: You could say that...

Belphegor: Spit it out.

MC: So, you know the Christmas holiday I was telling you all about a few days ago?

Mammon: The one where you get lots of gifts?

Asmodeus: The one for couples right?

Asmodeus: *hearts sticker*

Beelzebub: The one where you get to eat lots of good food

Beelzebub: *eating sticker*

Belphegor: Beel, you're drooling.

Leviathan: Speaking of, I should get my list of merch to buy when things go on sale after

Leviathan: Thanks for the reminder!

Satan: Yes, MC

Satan: What about it?

MC: You know how I mentioned I liked to bake cookies to give out to friends and family as gifts?

Beelzebub: Are you making some for us?

Mammon: I mean, of course they are. Why wouldn't they?

Asmodeus: A gifted cookie from MC?

Asmodeus: Filled with their hard work and love???

Asmodeus: I look forward to receiving some ;)

Belphegor: Hm.

Belphegor: There's a catch isn't there

MC: Ha...

MC: How did you know, Belphie?

MC: Anyway, yes. I'll be baking some cookies tomorrow afternoon

Beelzebub: *awed sticker*

Mammon: A cookie from MC!

Asmodeus: *hearts sticker*

Mammon: Not that I want one of anything. I'd just feel bad since you’ll probably cry if I don’t eat it, that's all.

MC: The catch is Solomon is helping me

Beelzebub: *scared sticker*

Asmodeus: *scared sticker*

Mammon: *scared sticker*

Leviathan: *scared sticker*

Satan: *scared sticker*

Belphegor: It can't be that bad, can it?

Leviathan: Trust me.. it's that bad.

Satan: Beel won't even eat it

Beelzebub: It makes my stomach hurt

Belphegor: Okay. That's pretty bad

MC: Yeah, so

MC: Do you guys mind staying out of the kitchen while we're in there?

MC: I don't want you guys to get roped in as taste-testers

Asmodeus: Does Lucifer know?

MC: Mhm, yeah. He's the first to find out

MC: I think he was muttering about getting someone to come in afterwards and fix anything Solomon breaks when I left his office

MC: So we should still have our kitchen once we're done with it

MC: And I'll try to make a few good batches to share with you guys, don't worry

Beelzebub: *thank you sticker*

Asmodeus: *thank you sticker*

Satan: Thanks MC :)

Leviathan: Yeah, thanks!

Mammon: *smile sticker*

Belphegor: Good luck tomorrow

--- end ---

MC tucks their phone back into their pocket and eyes the clock wearily.

"I guess I should check and make sure we have everything we'll need for tomorrow. Then," they pause and take out their phone, smiling at the text they just received. "We wait."

~°~°~°~

Solomon

Solomon: Looking forward to tomorrow

Solomon: *Whoo! Sticker*

MC: *dance sticker*

--- end ----

~°~°~°~

The House of Lamentation is quiet. Quiet enough that the eerie creaks some of the doors made rang through the silent house.

Anyone stepping foot inside would think that the house must be empty aside from their host.

But it's not.

No, in fact, MC was 99.9% sure they know exactly where each demon brother had locked themselves up in.

Asmo is no doubt having a long soak in his bathroom, music turned low, candles lit, and flower petals floating in his bathwater. Levi on the other hand is probably having a quiet marathon of one of his shows—he often got loud when he gamed and catching Solomon's attention was just not it for him today.

Lucifer is likely in his study, getting some more work done (though MC has an inkling the eldest is also having a few glasses of demonus to try and deal with the whole 'Solomon is in my kitchen' issue) while Satan has his head buried in a new series in his bedroom.

The twins are likely in the attic; Belphie having a good nap while Beel tries to pace himself with the snacks he and Belphie had brought up with them to tide over his hunger while Solomon was around.

Mammon, MC knows, is out doing a modelling gig as recommended by Lucifer. In the eldest's words: "No matter what, Mammon has no idea how to be quiet so it's best if he leaves the House while Solomon is here" which had been followed by Mammon's offended "Oi! Quit talking about me like I'm not here!"

In conclusion, the House is definitely not empty, but its inhabitants are playing 'away' to try and avoid becoming taste-testers.

It is, after all, finally time for MC and Solomon to bake some holiday cookies.

MC passes Solomon a black apron while they grab their own purple one and tug it on. Reaching behind them, they begin to gather the strings when Solomon's fingers gently brush theirs aside.

"Here, let me," he whispers into their ear as his fingers deftly begin tying the strings into a pretty bow. "There. All finished," he murmurs into their ear once more, causing MC to bite back a shiver at the caress of warm air.

Solomon steps back as MC turns and begins to busy themselves with organizing the ingredients in front of them.

"Thanks," they end up murmuring, bowing their head down in hopes of hiding the flush of their cheeks from their companion.

Solomon simply smiles and doesn't comment on it as he tugs on his own apron. Once done, he turns to them and tilts his head curiously. "You're measuring the ingredients?"

MC's hands freeze mid-pour into the bowl on the scale and their brows furrow in confusion. "Wait, hold on. Why does that sound like a question."

"Because it is?"

Blinking, MC rights the bag of flour and turns to Solomon with a frown. "Do you measure your ingredients?"

"There's no need to. I trust my potions skills."

"But you're not making potions??" To their credit, MC only sounds half-hysterical when all they really want is to grab the man by his shoulders and shake him to try and get some sense into his brain. "You're literally baking. Having measured amounts of stuff is what makes sure it'll turn out good."

"But potion-making and cooking are practically the same. You add ingredients into a heated surface and then you get something out of it."

Nevermind. That half is slowly climbing into full-blown hysterical.

"That's—Okay, that's fair, but you should still measure stuff."

"Whatever I make always ends up fine to eat, but if you say so then I guess we can measure things out based on the recipe." Solomon eyes the recipe for chocolate chip cookies and hums. "I'll go ahead and measure the sugar while you finish with the flour."

MC barely manages to stifle their cry. "But they don't turn out fine. That's the point."

"Did you say something, MC?”

They let out an exasperated sigh, close their eyes, and pinch the bridge of their nose.

'Please, God. Grant me the patience I'll need to deal with this man.'

When they feel their skin warm slowly and a feeling of peace settle within them, MC knows that, had they not just received that blessing, they would be freaking out. After all, the fact God granted their prayer immediately meant even he knew there was nothing else that could be done concerning Solomon’s abilities in the kitchen.

"No, let's just get this done," MC mutters in defeat.

Solomon grins. "We'll make the best cookies, yet."

"Really, I'm just hoping they'll be edible."

"Did you say something again?"

"No, nothing."

"Hm, weird. I must still be feeling the side-effects from one of my spells."

MC simply shakes their head and readies themselves for a long afternoon.

~°~°~°~

When the cookies are taken out of the oven, MC could barely stop themselves from tearing up.

Somehow, someway, the cookies look fine. No, not just fine, they look perfect!

"Let's let them cool and then we can start packing them into bags," MC suggests once the final baking sheet is out of the oven.

"Should we try some first? They look really good and they smell really good," Solomon says as he scans the dozens of cookies. "I wouldn't mind having one right now, actually."

"It might be too hot so be careful," MC warns as Solomon reaches to pick one up. They watch him blow on it to cool it before holding it out to them with a smile.

"Why don't you take the first bite?" Solomon asks. "You did do most of the work, after all."

Hesitantly, MC leans over and takes a bite of the cookie. Eyes widening, they beam happily at Solomon as they chew.

Swallowing, they gesture for Solomon to take a bite excitedly. "It tastes amazing! Have a bite!"

"Don't mind if I do," he responds and, with a sly smile, bites right where MC had bitten, causing red to bloom on their cheeks. He chews thoughtfully, staring up at the ceiling before redirecting his gaze to MC as he swallows.

"Yes, I have to agree with you," MC swallows at the heat in Solomon's eyes as he murmurs, "That particular bite was deliciously sweet that I can't help but want more.”

"Um, go ahead then. Have some more," they gesture at the cookies shyly.

Solomon's lips form a sly smirk as he takes a step closer. "Are you certain you want to say that? I’m not exactly referring to the cookies." The hand holding the cookie falls, treat forgotten as Solomon takes another step, and another until they're so close to each other that they can feel the light puffs of air as Solomon speaks. "Well?"

This wasn't about the cookie anymore. Maybe it hadn't been since the start. Maybe this was a way for them to get to know Solomon even more and find out just what's in that brilliant brain of his. They didn't know, but while they may not know the answer to that question, they certainly knew the answer to this one.

"Kiss me," they whisper.

"With pleasure."

And when their lips meet oh so gently, MC lets out a pleased sigh. They can taste the chocolate on his lips, just as addicting as the rest of him. When he nips at their bottom lip teasingly, MC lets out a quiet sound of pleasure.

They don't know how long the kiss took, but when Solomon pulls away, all they could think of was that it hadn't been long enough.

"Let's put these away and then we can get back to what we really want to do. What do you say?"

And really, with an offer as enticing as that is it any wonder that all they can say is—"Yes."

~°~°~°~

Bonus 1

"Have some cookies!" MC grinned as they passed around bags of the treats they'd made earlier with Solomon.

When all they received were apprehensive looks in return, they rolled their eyes.

"I swear to my soul and to Diavolo that those cookies won't harm you. I've tried them myself and they taste delicious."

The brothers exchanged looks before Lucifer let out a sigh and opened the bag. Immediately, the delicious smell of cookies filled the air, causing Beelzebub's mouth to water.

Taking out a cookie, Lucifer studied it carefully before finally taking a bite. MC and the brothers held their breath as the eldest chewed and swallowed. Then,

"It tastes good. Almost as good as one Barbatos made.”

"That's good enough proof for me," says Beelzebub as he opens the bag and shoves a cookie into his mouth without care. The rest of the brothers take a second of stunned silence before they began to hesitantly open their own bags.

As they snack on the gifted treats, a chorus of thank-yous leaves their giddy lips. Even Belphegor who'd been sleepily clutching his pillow earlier is wide awake, munching quietly on a cookie.

"I'm glad you guys liked it," MC says as they shuffle to sit beside Lucifer. Leaning in, their eyes glitter with mischief as they share a secret. "Honestly, I didn't think they would end up tasting good since Solomon was helping, but he really surprised me today."

Lucifer carefully seals the bag again, planning to save the rest of the cookies for later before turning to face them. "Oh? How so?"

"Mhm, well, for starters he doesn't measure his ingredients, which is probably why his cooking always turns bad. Another thing that he surprised me today was his ability to actually end up producing something that wasn't just edible, but good too."

They hesitate to say their next words long enough that Lucifer picks up on it and, raising a brow, asks, "What's the last thing?"

"He's quite charming," MC says with a light blush.

"Charming," Lucifer repeats, his eye twitching subtly in annoyance. "In what way?"

"Well, in a way that ended up with us kissing for a while afte—Luci, where are you going?" MC quickly pushes themselves off the couch to follow Lucifer as he heads out of the room, a menacing aura following him.

"I need to pay Purgatory Hall a visit. There's a certain pest I need to deal with."

"W-wait, no, Luci—!"

~°~°~°~

Bonus 2

"I don't understand," MC raises their hands in the air in confusion. "You followed the recipe right to the gram. I watched you measure and put things in. How did it end up like this?"

The thing the two humans in Devildom were staring in silence at is a block of gray matter inside the pot that would bubble ominously at times, releasing a gas that smells like fish every time a bubble broke the surface.

"I literally watched you the entire time. What happened?" MC bemoans.

Solomon sighs and covers the pot with its lid, his nose wrinkling when another bubble breaks the surface. "I don't have an answer for that. It seems that the cookies were merely a fluke. Perhaps a once in a lifetime kind of miracle."

MC covers their face in bewilderment. "I don't understand."

Patting their shoulder, Solomon shakes his head quietly. "Some things just aren't meant to be understood."

“MC! What are you cookin—"

The two glance up and spot a frozen Luke at the doorway. The younger boy's face slowly goes from curious to horrified before he's sprinting out of the room.

"Simeon! Simeon! Solomon's in the kitchen again!!"

Solomon and MC hear the clatter of something falling and a yelp before the thudding footsteps resume.

Blinking and simultaneously deciding to ignore what had just happened, they turn back to the pot in concern.

"What should we do about the thing?" MC asks.

Solomon shakes his head. "We have to get rid of it."

"Even the pot?"

"Especially the pot."

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me solomon #obey me!#my writing

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Hey! I really like your work! I’ve been thinking about this all week, so May I request Simeon with an Angel!MC, but only one of them becomes a fallen angel? (you choose who)

This took so long cause I wanted it to be 👨🏻‍🍳💋 for Simeon so let's goo !!!

TW / manipulation, death, reincarnation, no happy ending, angst

Words: 1,449

PART ONE > PART TWO

Another exasperated sigh escaped Simeon’s lips as Michael sent him off to run another errand from the human world. Ever since Lucifer and his brothers fell, it seems as if Michael’s gone crazier. He couldn’t blame him though, Lucifer helped Michael with nearly everything and now that he’s fallen, all his work got put onto Michael. The air was still stiff and going down to Earth wasn’t as easy as it used to be. Can’t cause another war if all your actions were now tracked.

However, Father did introduce a new angel to the Celestial Realm in order to give Michael a hand. It wasn’t easy, honestly. Simeon never saw this new angel as Michael has been training them the past couple decades on what to do. But from what he could hear from other angels that work close or have seen them, this one was just as, or more, beautiful than Lucifer. It could have been an exaggeration considering no other angel could’ve come close to his friend Luci and no one has seen him in a millennia so memories could fade.

Finally after finishing his errand, he went back to the castle to drop off what Michael needed but instead bumped into another figure down the halls. “So sorry, I didn’t see you. Are these for Michael?” Simeon got up, picking up some items while the unfamiliar angel stood across from him with some items in their arms. “Yes, these are, you wouldn’t happen to see him?”

“Oh, then I’ll take these to his room. Thank you so much.” the angel bowed and turned away with the items and headed down a hallway. Simeon, although having just met them for the first time, hummed and felt rather warm around them. He brushed off the feelings just thinking it’s from meeting someone new. It has been a while since he’s seen a new face around.

Afterwards, they kept bumping into each other more frequently. Simeon now understanding that they’re nearly completed with their training so they were allowed some extra freedom whenever Michael needed to complete some of his tasks or prepare some final training. While they first kept running into each other on occasion, they then started hanging out more and more. Soon enough, Simeon got the new angel stuck in their head. Anytime Simeon went shopping or running errands, he’d ponder if he should buy these sandals for MC, remembering that they wanted to get new ones since theirs was wearing out. Or picking up some strawberries as they mentioned that they’ve seen the small red fruit but never tasted it. “It looks like it’ll taste sour,” they told the dark skinned angel a while ago, “Believe me, they’re very sweet.” he would reassure the newbie.

Really, he never noticed how much he thought about the angel. Michael even pointed it out a couple days ago that whenever he sends off Simeon for another errand or task, he returns in a better mood compared to before he met MC. Even notices how much sweeter Simeon’s smile is.

You know, at first he brushed it off thinking that Simeon was just happy to have met a new friend. Until he saw his little helper also in the same position after a solo mission down on earth. It was then that Michael decided to send MC back down to the Human Realm for another solo mission that may last a while. You know, take care of a human family as a nanny until they get back on their feet. Simple.

He knew MC was keeping a diary, as Michael once recommended to MC that keeping a diary would help track their development and that they may rely on it if a future problem arises. Or if they felt lonely from all the training it could be her friend. The archangel entered their helpers room, easily spotting the book that Michael gave to them on their desk and he decided to flip through the rather thick book.

First few pages were multiple paragraphs. Each one of the paragraphs was just what their training consisted of and what principles angels must follow. Then they got to when they first started meeting the other angels like a new baby named Luke that was born a couple decades years ago, their first meeting with Gabriel, and of course meeting Simeon. After a couple pages or so, the pages went on about Simeon’s charm and characteristics that called out to them. Then the latest page was about how their last trip to the human world, they listened to some children on the street and found out what love is. “Love, the children said, is when you feel tingly in your belly when you see someone you like. You like them a lot and they make you smile. They said there’s a difference between liking someone like a friend or a mommy or daddy and like liking someone. That is love. And I think I love Simeon. I like like him.” the diary entry wrote.

If this were back then, he would tease his little helper to no end. But then he remembered how the last time love happened in the Celestial Realm. And a rule every angel abides by is “you may only have love Father”. Love is dangerous. Love gets you killed. Love, although it is fragile, is the most powerful thing that can cause so much destruction.

So, Michael set the book down and decided to wait for their helper to come back. And he then set out to try to decrease the amount of time Simeon and MC hung out. He’s already lost his best friend, he can’t afford to lose more.

Slowly Simeon and MC saw each other less and less. And when brought up to Michael on how MC never saw their “friends” by Simeon, he simply brushed it off by changing the topic and said that the times on earth are changing fast. Angels can’t lie of course, and he wasn’t lying, the humans were going through a new era at the moment. Then MC complained that they weren’t seeing their friends or that their previous mission was exhausting. And after a while, MC asked Michael to give a clear answer. “You’ve gotten stubborn. Have the humans influenced you?”

“Michael, can you please answer the question?”

“Which was?”

A sigh escaped MC’s lips. “I’ve been feeling lonely. Why can’t I see my friends? You see Gabriel every day, even the little boy, Luke, has been latching onto you after you baked him a cake when he said he wanted to try one. Then there’s Simeon...”, although the last part was mumbled, Michael heard clearly. “Can you repeat the last part for me, please?” he asked, walking closer to the smaller angel.

“Simeon. I must confess, I missed seeing him. I missed trying new things with him. He promised me apples the next time I would see him. “Oh MC, I could get you apples anytime you want. You don’t have to ask him solely. I’m here for you to as well. I’m training you but we’re the same rank. Don’t let love blind you. Don’t get blinded by something that doesn’t exist.” MC blinked and took a step back. “You know I can’t lie, I’ve read the diary-” “You’ve read what?” “-I know you love Simeon. And normally I would brush it off but… well let me tell you a story I think you should know about.” He lead the MC down and took a seat.

He then started the story of Lucifer and his siblings. How their youngest and only sister died. And how it was love that killed her. “Keep falling in love and see how it’ll damage you.”

“But Simeon is an angel-”

“Our love belongs to Father only. Love for everyone else is false. If you fall in love, Father will kill you. The humans are rubbing off on you, so I’ll have to change your schedule for a while.”

“You said we’re in the same rank. I’ve been training for a millennia or so and I’m done with it all. I can do solo missions and take orders from Father so why are you trying to control me again?”

“MC, you’re going back to phase one. I have to get you under my wing again. Father can’t see you go around like this.”

Deciding not to continue the argument, MC sighs. Apologize to your superior, MC repeated in their head, remembering what they learned in training. “I apologize, Michael.” Then MC felt a hand on their head. Michael was patting their head. “Just don’t fall in love.” He said before walking out his office.

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