#Guess Satan was also kinda serious in the beginning

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My favorite thing about obey me is that the seemingly untouchable, serious characters are actually just silly goofy lil guys

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Brothers reaction mc who takes thing to literally.

Some one told them "I dont what to see your face here again."

So then the next day mc is wearing paper bag on there head.

Oh man this is going to be FUN-

Lucifer

MC, no. When he said “you’re being deliberately obtuse” he was not calling them a triangle.

Lucifer picks up on MC’s behaviour very quickly and learns to refrain from using certain phrases that could be taken the wrong way. But at first, hoo boy.

He thought MC was just a massive smartass who was making fun of him. It took a few lectures until he realized that MC was legitimately confused, which also confused Lucifer.

It’s become sort of a habit for him to over explain things to MC to make sure they can’t misconstrue the meaning of anything anyone says. It becomes such a habit that he begins to do it to other people, making it look like he’s more of a pompous fuckwad (affectionate) than he actually is.

Either way, he’s here for MC. Though, some of the slip ups were quite funny, he had to admit.

Mammon

Ugh, dense human… what was with them?! He’d die a happy demon if he never had to seem ‘em again! Wait- where are they going? Is that a fuckin’ blindfold?! What kinda kinky shit-

Oh… Mammon said he never wanted to see them again, so they brought out a blindfold… was this human bein’ a smartass or were they legit confused?

After Mammon drops the “I’m going to eat this stupid human” attitude, his life becomes exponentially better. Mainly because the human he has a crush on is hilarious without meaning to be.

“Break a leg out there, MC!” “…are you going to pay my hospital fees..?”

Leviathan

“Anime is the best form of TV and movie entertainment.” “Is it though?” “Bite me, Human.” “Alright then-”

So on the very first day of the exchange program, MC bit Levi. Geez, and here everyone else was thinking that the human was the one at risk of getting bitten.

After that rocky start, Levi and MC do end up becoming friends, and Levi tries to show them that anime really is the best form of entertainment.

“You’ll cry your eyes out at this ending, MC, I promise.” *ninety minutes later* “L-Levi… *hic* my eyes are *sob* still in their sockets…”

Satan

Ah, well this is interesting.

At first Satan was interested in finding out if MC was just messing with everyone or if they really did think everything was insanely literal.

So to test his theory that MC was just faking it, he began saying short common phrases around them.

“He really wears his heart on his sleeve, you know.” “If he does, then how is he still alive? Your heart pumps blood through your body, if it’s on your sleeve you’ll die!”

When Satan can’t detect even a smidge of deception in this human, he gives up. He’s the master of being fake! This human is telling the truth…

Similar to Lucifer (🤢) he takes the time to explain to MC that when Levi said he was going to yeet himself off this mortal coil that he wasn’t serious and MC should get off the suicide prevention hotline.

Asmodeus

Ah, the king of being over dramatic and using a shit tone of hyperbole. This’ll be fun.

“Oh MC! I just had the worst day today!” “Oh no! Did a war start?! Are we in danger?!” “N-no, I lost my favourite nail polish…”

MC just does not get Asmo and Asmo does not like that. MC needs to stop asking questions and just comfort him already >:(

Well, he didn’t like it at first anyway, a few months in, and MC is actually having a really positive effect on Asmo.

“Well… I guess it is just one sweater of mine that got ruined. I have a thousand more in my closet!” “Really?! A thousand-” “MC, no.”

The Avatar of Lust learns that not everything is the end of times. He also learns that he needs to be very careful with his dirty talk or MC will say something about it.

“Oh MC, sweetheart, I’m going to [REMOVED FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD AT LARGE]” “But babe, that’s not possible, for me to be able to [REMOVED FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY] I’d have to [AAAAAAAAAAAAAA]”

Beelzebub

It’s okay MC, this happens with him sometimes too.

Not to MC’s extent of course, but it still happens.

Honestly, when it comes to Beel, MC’s complete inability to understand hyperbole and metaphors comes in handy. They truly believe the threat that Beel will kill a bitch if they eat his food.

It kept MC safe that first little while in the Devildom.

Beel is fully ready to protect MC from anyone who might try and take advantage of this… he’s not sure how one might go about doing that, but he’s here to be MC’s bodyguard second bodyguard anyway.

Belphegor

Hehehe… so the human’s funny, huh? Good… they will make a fine member of the Anti Lucifer League…

The fact that Belphie and MC are partners in more than just crime does not stop Belphie from purposefully confusing our poor MC.

“Ugh, talk about throwing the baby out with the bathwater.” “BABY?! Belphie what’s going on??” “>:)” “BELPHIE?????”

It’s never not entertaining, and since Belphie is an asshole, he almost never runs out of material thanks to Google.

Though, Belphie’s tomfuckery once almost led to MC squaring up with another demon but that’s not a story for now…

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Naive (3)

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda

A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!

Previous part

Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed. 

Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t save my number, did you?”

“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”

“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”

“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.

-

Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.

“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”

She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.

“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.

“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”

“I am now.”

The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.

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“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”

“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.

“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”

“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”

“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.

“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.

“What?”

“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”

“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”

“She told you her name?”

“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”

Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.

“Are you taking me to your house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”

Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.

“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”

You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.

Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.

“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.

“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”

“Okay...so where are your pictures?”

“What?”

“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”

“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.

“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”

You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.

“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”

You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.

“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”

If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.

Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.

“Welcome home.”

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Could I request the brothers (and maybe Diavolo, if you're comfortable) reacting to a knightly/chivalrous m/c, please?

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I haven’t written Diavolo in a hot minute, I’m glad he’s being requested again. I’m guessing you mean an MC with the attributes of a knight? The same sort of mannerisms and traits and not an actual knight! MC? Lemme know if I did this ask wrong because I was low key confused lmao.

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The Brothers + Diavolo with a knightly/chivalrous MC:

Lucifer:

-He really didn’t like you upon first meeting

-He hated how he couldn’t intimidate you into not being a nuisance the way he could with most of his brothers

-But, to be honest, you had gained his respect rather early on

-I think, even though it may have annoyed him to no end, Lucifer was very fond of your bravery a lot of the times

-The way you would stand up for Mammon or that time you protected Beel and Luke from his outburst

-Courage is not a trait one would usually associate with humans, especially when more superior beings like demons are involved

-Your humility was also a characteristic of yours that he, surprisingly, was really fond of

-And your overall mercifulness was something to be congratulated as well

-I mean, him and his brothers put you through so much shit and for you to forgive and move on without an angry word at any of them kinda speaks on its own

-I think he understands, to an extent, the reason you’re so loyal to the people you care about too

-He has a certain devotion for Lord Diavolo and his brothers, more than he lets on

-To him, having someone like you around is something to be appreciated

-Because you are similar but also completely different and nothing like he deemed you to be at the beginning

-yo i think you remind him of himself back when he was angel tbh

-He’s sort of tired of saving your ass tho because you are very just, so you feel the need to help people all the time which leads to you getting involved in fights

-Bring him his 20th cup of coffee for the day please, it’s hard being a single father of 8 children (yes I’ve added Lord Diavolo he counts as one of the kids)

-He’s the definition of this incorrect quote I stumbled across a while back

- MC: “FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!”

-Lucifer, from behind them “ Do not.”

Mammon:

-Ok so this random human comes to DevilDom and has the audacity to slap his hand away while he’s trying to steal from Diavolo’s castle????????

-“MC ya’re forgetting I’m a demon, my moral scale is wayyy different than yours-“

-“Put it back.”

-“......ok.”

-You’re coming at him with rightfulness and honor and your presence is gonna hit him like a truck

-Cuz he ain’t stealing anything when you’re around (lucifer uses this to his advantage ofc.)

-That was basically the only thing he disliked about you

-Other than that, after your first week in DevilDom, he thinks you’re a goddamn S A I N T

-Everytime you stand up for him when his brothers are being assholes-pls he melts into a puddle of goo from your perfection

-OOFFS AND ALL THOSE TIMES YOU GAVE HIM GIFTS BECAUSE GENEROSITY BBY

-Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because holy fuck was he weeping under those Gucci shades

-He’s gonna give ya props for having the courage to stand up to him and his brothers

-Lucifer especially because big bro scary

-Think about it like this: literally every single one of them could have you seasoned and roasted for lunch, love

-And yet you still have the bravery to look them in the eye and tell them: “Ya’ll are dysfunctional as fuck and need family therapy.”

-Again, he doesn’t understand your morale, he’s the Avatar of Greed, if he sees something he likes or seems worthy of his presence, he takes it

-But with that look you’re giving him, he honestly feels so guilty he can’t help but put it back

-He also appreciates your patience with him when it comes to anything that involves him talking about his emotions and thought process

-Because at this point he is widely known as scum so-

-Ahhhh, in the end, he thinks you’re pretty badass for a human and would low key want to see you in an armour of sorts agajwhisebhwjwwhehgdhdh

-And he really likes it when you make the effort to open doors for him too but he’ll never have the nerve to admit it

Levi:

-Believe it or not, he warms up to you in less than a day...?

-It’s probably because he’s a navy commander and he’s used to having soldiers around and you sort of remind him of that

-Out of everyone, he reacts the least when he sees how you carry yourself because to him it’s second nature

-Even if he does tend to slouch most of the time

-Almost dropped to his knees and started worshiping you when you yelled at Mammon to give Levi his money back on your first day

-And then a friendship started to blossom (im not friendzoning y’all, relax)

-Levi has a tendency to just walk into your room with his laptop, point at the screen which is paused in the middle of an anime and go “Look, the protagonist is a knight. You’re also...really knightly. I like the protagonist. I, uh I like you too, I guess.”

-He loves how honest you are because he knows that no matter what you wouldn’t lie to him

-“MC, do you think I’m a yucky otaku?”

-“No.”

-“But-“

-“No.”

-“Oh ok.”

-But on the inside he’s like 🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

-I just think that a knightly MC would connect on an emotional level with Levi for a lot of reasons, idk

-He’s gonna be a sputtering mess when he realises how much effort you put into this relationship (platonic or romantic) and how loyal you are to it

-Like how you actually bother learning all of his stupid passwords because you are just as serious about them as he is

-He just crashed, give him a moment to reboot please

Satan:

-He takes a while to warm up to you because for some reason your overall demeanour reminded him of Lucifer lol

-He thought you might be just as stuck up as him

-It didn’t take him longer than a week or so to come to the sudden realisation that you are way more pleasant than his brother

-Like his daddy, you manage to earn his respect pretty quickly after that

-He just thought the way you handled everything that was thrown at you in DevilDom was very sophisticated but firm nonetheless, if that makes sense?

-Like, you weren’t itching to escalate fights or anything but your tone of voice could easily end a whole conversation if need be

-You were still a human of course, it would be real easy for some low rank demon to kidnap you or something

-But for some reason, your confidence seemed to intimidate a few of the weaker ones into leaving you alone

-Obviously, that didn’t mean you were completely safe or anything

-There were still others that could effortlessly overpower you

-Even so, Satan found it sort of reassuring that unlike some humans, you weren’t one to back down without a confrontation

-Don’t get me started on all those times you rebelled against Lucifer, because that’s what truly got him to get to know you better

-He found you pretty interesting and then that interest sort of evolved into actual fondness

-Another thing that caught his eye was that even though you have very strong feelings about justice and fairness, you are completely level headed most of the time

-And patience, while it’s something he can manage, is the one that he has been trying to control for centuries

-He learned a lot from you about behaviour, whether you intentionally taught it to him or not

-And if there is one thing Satan thinks highly of; it would be knowledge

-Therefore, from that point onward, your existence was so much more precious to him than your soul could ever be

Asmo:

-What can I say about our sweet Asmo?

-You could have the personality of a trashcan and he’d still love you

-You were so polite and honourable from the beginning to the point you managed to get the attention of the Avata of Lust himself????

-He thought you were pretty hot basically

-hoWEVER

-Your righteousness always sort of nagged him because he low-key believed Diavolo snuck in another angel into the program, I-

-And for some reason, your loyalty to everyone in general ticked him off immensely at the beginning

-Mainly because he recognised that’s one of the traits he lacks entirely and he came to the conclusion that he needs to revaluate himself on that one

-He is so desperate for your attention, he will tattle on his brothers just to get you to yell at them and then comfort him

-“MCCCCC, MAMMON STOLE MY NEWEST MAKE UP KIT AND IS ABOUT TO SELL IT ON AKUZON!”

-he is so petty istg

-Your nobility still catches him off guard every now and then

-Because you’ve been living with demons for so long and yet you’re still, theoretically speaking, pure?? get your head out of the gutter people

-He probably applauds you on the fact that you can even scare Lucifer on some occasions because imagine having a scarier death glare than the eldest prince of hell

-Asmo will personally buy you clothes that he thinks suit your “aesthetic” (wtf Asmo)

-Might’ve bought you a sword and then got shouted at by Lucifer because oops turns out it was cursed

-Again, supportive mom vibes

-“MC, do you know how stunning you look strutting around with that confidence of yours? Don’t get me started on your posTURE!”

-You pulled a chair for him once and he practically swooned lmao

Beel:

-He figures you’re really nice from the start

-Mostly because you kept running errands and opening doors for him even though he let it slip that he might lose control and eat you

-Like most brothers, he finds you comforting in a way

-Beel appreciates your honesty to him too because he can count on you to tell him when he’s doing something wrong

-And he sort of needs the validation that even though he blames himself for a lot of things that took place in the past, his brothers and you are more than ready to forgive him (even if they didn’t blame him to begin with)

-Rather than respect, Beel puts a lot of trust into you, which I would believe to be more intimate

-If it’s just the two of you hanging out, he has an easier time opening up about Lilith because he knows you would never judge him and respect his feelings enough to let him get it out of his system

-You always share your food with him and give him a bigger portion and he goes so soft-

-Like who allowed you to be this generous?

-Tbh, he thinks it’s sort of refreshing having someone like you around

-Beel has been surrounded by demons for millenniums now and he’s gotten used to their...uh ‘evilness’

-Ever since you got dropped off in DevilDom, you really stood out with your nobility and morals

-It was like a breath of fresh air in a way

-He may or may not believe you’re a good influence on his siblings-if you can even influence demons of all things

-I’m not saying he invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism, but he definitely invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism

Belphie:

-“Out of all the humans they could’ve chosen, they picked the most annoying one, oH MY FUCKING GO-I MEAN DAD-“

-You go up to the attic that one night after tricking Lucifer into vibing to some classical TSL tunes

-He spotted you and was immediately irritated

-Like, he KNEW you were going to be a pain in the ass just by judging your posture and how you carried yourself (very knightly)

-At the start, he’s even hesitant to lie to you because he had a suspicion you wouldn’t buy his bs

-(Spoiler alert: you didn’t but you went with it either way)

-It takes a while for you to forgive him when he literally fucking kills you because that was rude af but you got over it in time

-AFTER of the whole ‘Sorry-for-choking-you-can-we-be-friends-now’ incident, you still get on his nerves a lot but at this point, he believes that’s his punishment for being a murderous dickhead

-You don’t really piss him off tho, you just confuse him a lot

-Why are you so polite? You keep pulling chairs and opening doors for him??? Why are you treating him like royalty?? Stop it, he doesn’t want to be like Lord Diavolo (he def likes it when you do that)

-Pls stop dragging the poor man to breakfast, he just wants to sleep in-

-He doesn’t understand how you’re always one time for everything

-My dude tries to wake up 20 minutes early to get somewhere in time and he is still 2 hours late

-sTOP TRYING TO FORCE YOUR IDEALS ONTO HIM, HE’S A LITTLE SHIT WHO ENJOYS WATCHING PEOPLE SUFFER

-All the same, you’re a very forgiving person so he’s just grateful you don’t hate him or anything

-And in the end, it doesn’t really matter how much your chivalry and righteousness and all of that pisses him off every now and then

-Because he can’t deny the fact that you brought him and his brothers the peace they needed

-And he so loves it when you and Lucifer go head to head mhmm

Diavolo:

-This big tittied man right here takes a liking to you immediately

-A couple of days in DevilDom and he’s already inviting you for tea at his castle

-You managed to befriend the prince of hell faster than the demons you live with, huh

-He’s lonely ok? He loves having people over and having cozy chitchats

-Not to mention he thinks you’re such pleasant company!

-Most demons would be afraid to even say anything in his presence but you always speak your mind while continuing to be respectful and he’s so happy, you don’t understand-

-Only demons in close relations to Diavolo like Babrbatos and Lucifer actually know how much it takes for someone to anger him

-He doesn’t take offence to much lol

-And he’s really content that you acknowledged that

-He sometimes visits you in his spare time just to talk and hang out since Lucifer is a big meanie who doesn’t want to indulge him and Barbatos is busy making him dinner >:(

-SPEAKING OF- if you and Barbatos don’t bond then i don’t know what to tell you

-I mean, you would both have so many things in common (strong sense of loyalty, honesty, just in a way etc.)

-You’re his favourite guest to have over at the palace, sorry Luci you’ve been replaced

-He genuinely finds you interesting as well so please tell him stories from the human realm!! He’s dying to learn more!

-Diavolo notices you demeanour sort of gives off warrior vibes so-

-He really considered making you into a knight bc it’s Diavolo-what he says; goes

-“I know they’re human but they’ll be fine. Look how tough they are! They managed to survive a year with you and your brothers didn’t they?”

-“My Lord, that doesn’t amount to anything, please don’t get our human killed-“

[kikyan]

Could I request a Mammon drabble? It can be about anything! Thank you so much!!!!

TURN IT UP! Please this drabble is SHIT but I've been wanting to write smth for obey me again. Thank you anon, YOU ARE AMAZING.

Unfortunate

It never clicked to the demon sin of Greed, why his brothers were so close to a human whom they despised since the beginning. Okay, maybe 'despise' is an exaggerated way to describe it but they weren't particularly interested in them. To Lucifer is was just a human that was invited to the DevilDom because of Lord Diavolo's request, none of the brothers cared or even wanted to get close to the human, at least more than necessary. Yes, Mammon was tasked with the responsibility and tedious chore of taking care of this human, making sure that they weren't preyed on by other demons and swallowed whole. Sure, he hated the idea of getting close to the human, rambling on and on about how grateful they should be that the Great Mammon is even wasting his time taking care of them, but of course, that was just a cover-up of his true feelings.

He enjoyed this human's company a lot more than he let be known, at least with the intent because his brothers saw through his facade. He never understood why or how it happened, to Leviathan they were a normie, to Asmo. . .just another human, Belphagor despised them, Beelzebub wanted to eat them, Satan could care less, and Lucifer was putting up with them for Lord Diavolo's sake. Mammon would never admit it straight up unless he was sure of the reaction that he would get from [Reader] would be perfect, or the one he wanted. He liked them, cared for them, hell, even loved them. [Reader] was always with him, even as he brushed them off many times in the beginning, they were stubborn enough to bounce back into his life. Watching the whole TSL series with them, along with Beel, but it was mostly with [Reader]. His quick get rich schemes that [Reader] would sometimes reject or go along with it, really made him feel loved and cared for. When his brothers would verbally abuse him, [Reader] was quick to cheer him up or tell his brothers off.

Having someone who cared for him and took his side, but also wasn't afraid to put him in his place if he needed, was something new and appreciated. From that day forward, he was glued to them. Always barging in their room to hang out, watch movies, go shopping, or on their "mini dates", as he would call them. It was utter bliss to be with [Reader] and he was so thankful that they were the human who came to the DevilDom instead of someone else.

So it made no sense to him, that he was pushed aside for one of his brothers. He had just come back from [Reader's] room who was currently getting ready to go out. Mammon, like always, asked where they were going back.

"Oh, I'm going with Satan to a bookstore. I think we are also getting a small snack in between? Who knows, but yeah."

" W-what!? Then, I'll come too!"

" Sorry Mammon, but I planned this with Satan for some time. If it was a spur of the moment then yeah, I would take you but I can't. I'm sorry, but I promise to make it up to you when I get back. You want me to bring you something?"

" No. . .thank's but no. I'll be fine, have fun. See you later."

His mood instantly dropped but it wasn't anything new, [Reader] felt bad at the way he sluggishly walked out of their room, but it was already planned. There was nothing [Reader] could do but ask Satan if he could come, but even that was a stretch. They already knew Satan's response and how he would go on about how Mammon isn't interested in books like that. Mammon rested his head on his pillow, clearly upset with the events that transpired in their room. He felt bad for trying to barge into [Reader's] outing, maybe his brothers were right and he was just annoying. God, he hated himself a lot for what he was planning, but he was reassuring himself, '[Reader] would understand, I can just play it off that I decided to go into town as well.'

Mammon sighed, this wasn't meant to be. He was currently walking around the bookstore stalking [Reader] and Satan.

“ What do you think about this one, [Reader]. I heard some great reviews but I’m not sure. It’s a 50/50 with them. Either it’s amazing or it’s horrible.”

“ Well, how much does it interest you? If you really want to read it we can buy it but if not let’s pick a different one.”

“ Well. . . how about we pick another one. Don’t want to chance it...is there any book you want?”

“ Hmm, well there was this one…”

“ Oh, that one? I’ve been interested in that one for quite some time but never had the chance to get it so I forgot all about it…”

“Mm, so we’ll take this one then.”

“ Alright, let’s bring it to the front.”

With that, Mammon moved away and was able to avoid being spotted. He hid as he spotted [Reader] and Satan leave the bookstore. He saw them laughing and pointing to a small cafe. There they sat and talked some more, it was nothing serious just about books and reading. Mammon sighed in relief until...he heard his name.

“ [Reader], I don’t know how you put up with Mammon. Isn’t he always in your room?”

“Well yes, but I mean it’s not that hard. . .”

“He doesn’t give you any privacy whatsoever, always barging and thinks he owns you. I honestly don’t know how you put up with him. If it were me, I’d kick him out. He’s always dragging you into schemes, makes you clean up after him, and defends him against Lucifer. He always causes issues…”

“Hmm, I never thought about it like that.”

Mammon felt his heart shatter, his favorite person hated him. He honestly hated what Satan said but he also knew that it wasn’t that far off. It’s true that he spent countless time in [Reader’s] room. Sometimes sleeping in and hiding away in there. After class, he’d go bother [Reader] or even offer to do homework together. Has he always been a bother to [Reader]? Were they just too nice to tell him to bug off? Mammon got up from the table and proceed to walk away, sadness clouding him and some tears threatening to spill.

“ I guess it can be a little too much and sometimes I do mind it, but he doesn’t do it with bad intentions. He truly cares for us, just has horrible execution. His get-rich schemes, well it kinda comes with the sin of greed so we can’t really blame him. I think, having someone to depend on is nice. He’s so used to getting beat on that having someone to comfort him is a miracle. Think about it like us Satan. Aside from me, has there been another person whom you could talk to about books? What about Leviathan and wanting to talk to someone else who isn’t online or 2D? Having me around has changed all of you, yes it can be a bit too much but it’s worth it by seeing your smiles. If it ever gets too much I’d probably tell you guys, but until then I don’t really mind.”

“ [Reader]. . .you really are kind.”

A smile clouded Satan’s lips as he sighed and let out a chuckle. This would have been a much cuter moment had it not been for Mammon already leaving and thinking that [Reader] was bored of him. What a shame, the sin of greed was just so unfortunate.

[dash-the-guitar-ghoul]

Ghost OC Week: Part 1

April 3rd - Introductions - Who is this character? What do they look like? What inspired you to make them?

Art by @bizarredemon

Hello everyone, I'm Dash! 

Throughout this week I'll be telling you a little bit about myself I guess. I'll try to keep it as short as I can, but my story is kinda long and I bit crazy so bear with me. 

As you can see from my picture, I'm a male and clearly ghoul. In fact, it turns out that I'm both a quintessence ghoul and a fire ghoul. Yeah, mom had a thing for fiesty fire boys and I guess I inherited that. I suppose that's how I got involved with Dewdrop in the beginning, but…that's a story for later. 😉

But anyway, I'm 5'10"..not short but my man Swiss is still taller than me (I'll get into our relationship later.) 

My white hair is something that I inherited from how I was summoned to earth. Let's just say, some old dumbass in the clergy wanted a servant but he was too stupid to do a summoning ritual properly so my soul ended up occupying his body. Thank Satan the rituals usually let me keep my own looks when we are summoned, but because he was still technically alive when it happened, I ended up keeping his white as fuck hair. But, it's whatever..I'm still gorgeous.

Speaking of me being gorgeous, as you can also see, I have a fairly nice build, I exercise by running a lot so it keeps me pretty fit. (Riding my man pretty much every day also helps too..😏)

My eyes are a pretty purple, but apparently they have been known to turn weird colors when I use my powers. I've been told either completely white or black depending on what powers I use. 

Right now, I'm only proficient at using my quintessence powers which generally just means I can heal people of minor sicknesses and injuries.  I don't do it that often though because it makes me pretty weak. I've healed more serious stuff, but it damn near killed me so I generally don't risk doing that unless there is dire need. My fire powers are weak as shit and I've only really sprouted some tiny flames from my ears or burned someone when my skin got too hot. (That's also another story for another time. 😉)

To finish up some last bits, I play guitar and work for the Ghost band project as Dew's guitar tech. I'll eventually start my own clergy band, but it's been kinda slow going unfortunately. 

So.. anyway, that's me, I condensed a little but I'll go into more later. See you soon my lovelies!

💋 

Notes from Creator: @evapunk333

So, I basically created Dash for a roleplay discord server and, tbh..I wasn't that attached to him at first. He was just a reason for me to be able to hang out with my friends, but.. fairly quickly, he became SO much more. I ended up putting so many of my own experiences and personality into him that he ended up becoming somewhat of a self insert. And then..somehow, he almost became an extension of who I was..and if I was honest with myself, he was what I wanted to be. 

And then, something crazy happened that I never expected. Not only did I realize that I wanted to be Dash in terms of who he was as a person (because he's cool as fuck), I wanted to be him in terms of the gender he had that I didn't. 

I now know that this has apparently happened to trans/NB people in the past, but I kinda never imagined that creating him would make me realize that I wasn't meant to be in the gender I have now. Maybe I am a little because I still like certain femme things, but being more male was definitely something I never expected to want until Dash. And for that reason, he will always be my baby boy that I will cherish forever! ❤️

[4kominato]

Part I: The Older Brothers 

Part II: The Younger Brothers

A/N: Hi friends... first of all... if you thought this blog was SFW i apologize, it’s not 😃 im very much a hoe. Second, yes, I’ve been mostly posting drawings, but I also enjoy writing so I’ll be posting these kinds of reactions and scenarios every now and then, mostly for Obey Me and probably Daiya. I’m not taking requests as of now but eventually, I might so stay tuned! I was originally gonna post all together, but it was getting kinda long ;) and also I was just too excited to post after I finished Satan’s LMAO. I finished Belphie but still working on Asmo and Beel so I’ll be posting the younger bros later ^-^

DESCRIPTION: Female MC making the brothers hard for the first time. Assume MC x Demon are in a fairly new relationship. [[NSFW below]]

(Word Count: 511)

It’d been roughly two months since you’d first confessed to the eldest of the demon brothers, Lucifer. The two of you have since, become official, and Lucifer made it very clear to his brothers that you were now his. Considering it was still pretty early in your relationship though, the two of you hadn’t been too intimate yet, but having already been a few months, you felt that it was time for that to change.

The other week, there was a huge sale on Akuzon and you happened to stumble across a good deal on a cute lingerie set. Unable to shake the thought that it’d be a good way to test the waters with your new boyfriend, you went ahead and bought it.

“What brings you here?” Lucifer answered the door shortly after you knocked.

“Can I sleep here tonight? There was a bug in my room,” you lied, looking up at him innocently.

“Oh?” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you, “Shall I go and kill it for you?”

“I mean… I’m already here so there’s no need. Plus I have no idea where it went, it probably crawled somewhere,” you reasoned as you pushed past him and welcomed yourself into his room.

“Well, alright then,” he finally agreed as he shut the door, “And where exactly do you plan to sleep?”

“Um, in your bed… with you,” you smiled pleadingly, hoping he wouldn’t put up too much of a fight.

“And who gave you permission to do that?”

“Hmm… me?”

“I see you’re being bold,” he smirked, stroking his fingers through your hair, “I guess since you’re my girlfriend now, I can’t say no to that suggestion.”

“Yay! I love you,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I love you, too,” he grinned before leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

“Hey, Luci,” you mumbled into the kiss.

“Hm?” he hummed softly in response.

“Can I show you something?”

“Of course.”

Pulling away from him, you took a step back before beginning to unbutton your shirt. About two buttons down, you were stopped by a hand gripping your wrist and you were met with a slightly flushed, wide-eyed Lucifer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked awkwardly whilst trying to still sound stern.

“Showing you the ‘something’ that you agreed I could show you. Do you disagree now?”

“Uh well, not exactly...”

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna do anything. This is just an exhibition,” you teased as you proceeded against the force on your wrist to finish unbuttoning your shirt.

He gulped as you slid the garment off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red as he drank in the sight of your lace adorned breasts. Smirking to yourself, you reapproached him and slung your arms around his neck, your thigh rubbing up against the bulge forming in his pants.

“Excited are we? I haven’t even shown you the bottom half yet.”

“It’s been a few hundred years, alright… give me a break…”

(Word Count: 500)

Classes at RAD were finally finishing up, and what better way to celebrate than a pool party? Diavolo had planned it, of course, inviting all the demon brothers, the other exchange students, and even their friends from the Celestial Realm.

Over the course of the semester, you took a particular liking to Mammon, and despite him denying it for the longest time, about a week before finals, he finally admitted that he liked you too. You were both looking forward to spending more time together at the pool party and having a good time now that you finally didn’t have to worry about school.

Arriving at the pool, you were immediately met with Diavolo who greeted you and welcomed you to the gathering. You saw that mostly everyone had arrived already and you were probably the last. It didn’t take you too long to spot Mammon’s silver hair and tan skin in the crowd so without hesitation, you started making your way over to him.

“Hi Mammon,” you said shyly, interrupting his conversation with his brothers.

“He- WHOA!” he exclaimed as he turned to look at you, his eyes wide as ever seeing you in your bikini. “Uh… hey guys, excuse me for a sec, would ya?” he said nonchalantly as he stood up and quickly dragged you away to the nearest room he could find.

“Oi! What do ya think you're wearing?!” he blurted pinning you to the door, “Or like… why aren’t you wearing more?”

“It’s a bikini, Mammon, because this is y’know, a pool party…?” you mocked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

“Grr… pool party my butt, you can’t be goin’ out there in front of all those guys wearin’ that. Especially not around Asmo, he might get all touchy, grabby y'know.”

“What about you? I’m sure you want some touchy, grabby action right now don’t you?” you teased, knowing he was just being jealous and possessive.

“Me?! No way, I ain’t nothing like Asmo, I can definitely control myself around a human.”

“Oh? But I think that predicament in your trunks say otherwise.”

“Oi! W-why’re you lookin’ down there?” he blushed, finally letting go of his grip on you as he turned his body away.

“I was just taking a peak at your body… and then my eyes kinda just… slipped,” you feigned innocence as you walked up to him, your hands stroking over his toned abs as you quickly went in for a kiss.

“You better not tell the others about this…” he said shyly, finally giving in and wrapping his arms around you, his hands going straight to your ass.

“I mean… they probably already have their suspicions considering you dragged me away… alone…”

“WHAT?!”

“Shh! Calm down, babe… if we're already here, we might as well make good use of the situation, right? I know you want to.”

“Uh… I mean… I suppose… but only because we’re already here…” he agreed shyly, his cheeks still flushed as he avoided eye contact with you.

(Word Count: 513)

“Levi…” you whined as you laid sprawled out on his bed, “When are you gonna be done with that game?”

“Hold on… I’m almost done…” he replied, his attention still fixed on his screen.

“That’s what you said thirty minutes ago!?”

“No, I’m serious this time.”

“Ugh…”

Growing impatient, you peeled yourself off his bed and made your way towards him, sitting down right next to him on the sofa, as close as you possibly could. Leaning against him, you turned to look at him, intently gazing at him as he continued to play his game.

“Levi, why are you ignoring me?” you whispered into his ear before pressing soft kisses along his neck, wrapping  your arms around one of his and hugging it close to your body.

“I-I’m not… I’m just trying to finish this up really quick...” he stuttered, still trying his best to concentrate on his game, but now that you were all over him and distracting him, he was failing miserably.

“You are though…” you pouted at him, leaning your head against his when he refused to look at you.

As hard as he tried to ignore it, on top of you leaning on him, he couldn’t help but notice the feeling of your boobs pressing against his arm. It was embarrassing for him  to admit it, but in all honesty he had thought of you in ‘that way’ many times before, but never while you were around. After all, you were his girlfriend so he couldn’t really help it, but he didn’t wanna be making advances if you weren’t on the same page as him.

“Babe… are you okay?” you giggled, noticing his face was now as red as a tomato.

“Yeah! I’m perfectly fine!” he lied, biting his lip as he struggled to retain his focus.

You hadn’t really noticed how badly he was doing in his game until suddenly, the words ‘Game Over’ appeared in huge letters on the screen.

“Gah!” he exclaimed as he let his console fall to the ground, his hands immediately going up to cover his face as he threw his head back, “Dammit…”

As your eyes went down from the game console on the ground, then back up to Levi, you were suddenly stopped in your tracks by a noticeable tent in his pants. You could feel your face flush a little at the realization that you must’ve been the cause, but to say it wasn’t a little flattering would’ve been a lie.

“Levi…?” you started, a playful tone in your voice as an uncontrollable smirk spread across your lips. You knew it would embarrass him to point it out, but could you really pass up the opportunity to have a little fun with him? “Could this be why you lost your game?” you giggled as you gently poked at his bulge.

“EEK!” he squealed as he scrambled to find something to cover himself, avoiding eye contact with you once he did, “I-it was all your fault…”

“Oh was it? I’m sorry, Levi… want me to fix it?”

“F-fix it...??!”

“Mhm.”

*nose bleed, hyperventilates, dies*

(Word Count: 508)

“Satan,” you called softly, finding him sitting on one of the sofas in the library reading a book.

“Oh, hi,” he greeted with a smile, gesturing for you to sit with him, “How’d you know I was here?”

“Where else? We don’t have classes right now, but you weren’t in your room… I figured you must have your nose in a book though, and what’s the one place full of books besides your room?”

“Ah, I see. So you’re good at logical reasoning.”

“Of course, I learned from the best!” you smiled, nudging him suggestively. “Watcha reading anyways?” you asked before resting your head on his shoulder.

“Just a book about humans… it’s possible that a certain human may have sparked a deeper interest in my knowledge of them…”

“A certain human you say?! Are you talking about… Solomon?”

“Are you really making me state the obvious?” he whined as he shook his head at you.

“Alright fine, I won’t,” you giggled before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “By the end of that book, you’ll probably know more about humans than me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well… I was never really a good student...”

“Really? You seem to be doing well in your classes here.”

“Maybe that’s because... I’ve taken a liking to demons.”

“Is that so?” Satan chuckled, putting his book down for a moment to flirt back with you.

“Mhm… or maybe a certain demon,” you smirked as you pressed your lips against his. He didn’t let the kiss last long, smiling at you lovingly as he pulled away and holding his book back up to his face, “Are you gonna let me finish reading now?”

“Hmm… we’ll see…” 

Shifting yourself slightly away from him, you positioned yourself in a way that you could rest your head in his lap. Once you’d made yourself comfortable, you looked up at him, finding that he was already looking at you, his cheeks flushing as he awkwardly broke eye contact with you and reverted his focus back to the book. You giggled at how embarrassed you were making him, continuing to gaze up at him while he read.

“Stop staring at me…” Satan stated as he shifted slightly in his seat.

“I can’t stare at my boyfriend?”

“You’re distracting me.”

“I didn’t necessarily agree to letting you finish your reading.”

“Ergh…” he growled in frustration, thinking he should just try harder to ignore you.

“By the way, your lap is becoming oddly uncomfortable,” you teased, feeling his stiffening bulge pressing up against the back of your head as you continuously squirmed around in his lap.

“Maybe you should stop moving around so much then…”

“Maybe you should stop reading.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he finally complied, quickly shutting his book and placing it on the small table in front of him, “I suppose the best way to learn about humans is from the humans themselves.”

“Are you suggesting… Solomon should give you a lesson about humans?”

“At this rate, I’ll be giving you a lesson about demons instead.”

[stuckasmain]

Carrie (1976)-

Was this supposed to be a horror movie as I honestly ended up crying. You just sympathize so much with her and I feel so bad the entire time? Like this girl has a INSANE evangelical mother who teaches her very little about her body much less social skills, the kids at her school are pure evil and get a serious kick out of tormenting a awkward kid. When she gets one person who’s nice to her it causes her main tormentor to go Insane and blame her for all her shit behavior. LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU CHRIS, enjoy hell sweetie 💕.

However the movie itself , no matter how hard I sympathized with carry how much I kinda understand. I am a awkward kid, I keep my heads down in the halls and charge forward to my next class with that silent fear in the back of my mind all those people are talking about and judging me. Unfortunately in carries case that’s 100% what is happening. Back to the point- the movie is great honestly.

SO JOHN TRAVOLTA IS IN THIS MOVIE AND I DIDNT KNOW THAT? He plays a ripe dumbass with a  manipulative as hell girlfriend, have I mentioned how much I detest Chris yet? She’s like every bully rolled into one and it’s - it’s like a walking talking punching bag you just want to destroy. Serious props to the actress , as she’s pretty damn good if my bloods actually boiling. Also what’s up with pride ™️ chick? She’s always in a red hat with rainbow everything - like she’s trying to sell me targets pride collection? She’s just as much of a ass with one of those point and jump laughs.

The good ones-

However Carrie does have a few good people in her life. Miss Collins is a beacon of light in this movie, she is also a brain cell. She does slap a student, but in her defense— she should have hit Chris harder (did I mention I hate her yet?) she is gym teacher energy. How she acts almost motherly to Carrie, doing all the things a mother should anyway, encourage her to find herself, look pretty/be confident and get herself out there the poor girl needs it. The scene when she takes Carrie into the bathroom to show her how truely pretty she is got me 🥺. Unfortunately she suffers because of her care for Carrie , as ultimately she takes out the one person who could have prevented the prom massacre... which unfortunately resulted in her death.

Sue, I have to give her credit. Usually I can predict things pretty well I can see things coming. She kept flip flopping my radar. Was she with Chris in the plan or genuinely wanted to give Carrie a win after seeing the error in her actions?! Sometimes I guess it takes a brutal gym work out to realize- hey my actions were pretty horrific I should probably make up for that. I was kinda surprised and please where it was revealed she wasn’t apart of the blood plan. I did think she was for a solid moment as her smile watching out... rocking... waiting... but she wasn’t. Sue actually meant good and she did  survive to unfortunately have Freddy Kruger esc nightmares.

Tommy, again like sue I couldn’t tell if he was genuine or not. From the beginning you can actually tell he’s - shocker to this universe - a decent human being. Like Hess he was pushed to go to prom with Carrie but at the same time. His kindness and words were genuine , and he gave Carrie that little push to be a little more out there and discover fun. The dance scene had me crying and I wished it ended there really. Also pleased that he wasn’t apart of the plot as he was one of the many in the crowd appalled. Also did the bucket kill him? As I’m pretty sure it was the bucket it hit that man HARD.

Anyway rip these there y’all were the nice ones 😔

The themes in the film two were also extremely interesting like how Carrie interacted with the highly abusive “I’ll hurt myself so she’ll do what I want” mama. Like the line “this has got nothin’ to do with Satan mama! It’s me!” Got me hard. How the further into the film the more stuff is brought up, like the first song in prom mentions the devil, Tommy himself says a few biblical like jokes. That sort of thing.

Also this:

Which is brilliant in my eyes

As sad as the movie gets me it has its sweet moments and funny ones

Like Carrie going ham trying out the different make ups

The great ruffle tuxedo debate

Overall love the movie, I’m assuming the movie is completely different isn’t it?

[chibinekochan]

Angel in Hell Season 2 part 9

part 1 | 2  I 3  I  4  I 5 I  6  I 7 I 8

Gen. reader insert.

Words  2k

Taglist:

@gothjuulpod  ; @purgatoryhall ; @sibit360  ; @a-personnamed-ace   ;  @romy350-romyakari 

So now after the long last part, we are ending our journey.

Not everything will be resolved, much of the brother’s grieving process has barely even started.

They will certainly all face their battles to come to terms with what they have lost.

At the very least our angel Mc has found most of the answers for themselves. The rest will come with time.

Here is to an ending and new beginnings.

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"What is going on here?" You hear Luke's voice. 

"We are just discussing some important things." Lucifer waves him off. 

"I'd like to ask the same question. Why are you wet and what is with Asmo keeping you steady?" Simeon looks sternly towards the brothers and keeps his eyes on Lucifer. 

"I used too much mana healing Levi from a curse." You don't want Simeon to get the wrong idea. 

"A curse?" Simeon looks confused. 

"I think we should move somewhere else to discuss everything." Lucifer sounds exhausted. 

"I'm not sure we should go anywhere with you." Simeon goes to your side while glaring at Lucifer. 

"I'm okay with that." You feel that there are still things that Lucifer wants to say. 

Lucifer looks at you and Simeon. Then he looks at his brothers. They all still seem very confused and sad. 

"Maybe we can move that discussion to later. Just keep in mind that I haven't changed my position about you staying here. Whatever or whoever you are right now was never part of my concern. Even if you were just a normal reborn human or a demon I'd do the same thing." Lucifer states this calmly but it has so much weight that you aren't sure how to respond to that. 

"You need to stop being so unreasonable." Simeon frowns at Lucifer. 

"Well call me whatever you want but you don't have a patent on loving them." Lucifer glares back.

  You suddenly feel like you are in the middle of a crossfire. 

"Now now, we all love them but now is not the right time for this." Asmo tries to calm both men down, even when he seems pretty amused by it. 

"You probably have a point." Lucifer still glares at Simeon but accepts a momentary truce. 

"Everyone, we are going home. Satan cooks today and I will order ice-cream for everyone." Lucifer sighs. 

Beel let's Levi go. "Finally I'm starving."

"C-can I have peanut butter flavored ice-cream?" Levi is still sobbing. 

"You don't deserve any," Lucifer states coldly. 

"I think he had enough for today. Just let him have the ice-cream Lucifer." You feel a bit bad for Levi, despite everything he looks very miserable. 

Lucifer sighs and shrugs. "Fine, but better be thankful."

  Levi nods. 

Everyone else chuckles a little bit. 

"Let's go then. Have a good day and rest up." Lucifer seems to only address you. 

Simeon ignores this. 

"You need to help them stand, Simeon." Asmo addresses Simeon. 

You feel a bit better and are about to say no when you notice that Asmo is winking at you. You smile, knowing that he just tries to be nice. He really came around. 

Simeon nods and gently holds your arm, to keep you steady. 

"Thank you Asmo." You mostly thank him for being a friend. 

"You better give me some juicy details later, "Asmo whispers but you are pretty sure that Simeon can still hear him. 

The brothers walk-off, being oddly quiet.

  Luke sighs. "What was that about?" 

"I think they have a lot to think about." Simeon isn't fully sure either. 

"I said it to the others but you don't have to worry about this angel and Mc being the same at all anymore. So my work is done. I have a dinner invitation from Diavolo. How about joining me, Luke?" Solomon seems nonchalant as always. 

"Huh, why would I want to have dinner with you?" Luke is genuinely confused. 

"We have a lot to catch up on." Solomon shrugs and whispers something to Luke. Realization seems to hit him. "Ahhh, yeah we have sooo much to talk about. Don't wait for me, you two." Luke overacts way too much. 

It's pretty suspicious.

  "Alright have fun, Luke." Simeon just accepts this without any further questions. 

You wonder what this about but think that he just wants to give you some space.

"If you wish you can stay at the castle tonight. We have free rooms." Barbatos offers in a very kind manner, even when he just seemingly appeared out of thin air. 

"Would that be better for you?" Simeon is worried about your condition. 

"A bit of rest sounds great, to be honest, but I don't want to bother anyone." You admit a bit weakly. 

"You are no bother. After all the hassle that the brothers have caused you. My lord simply desires to offer you some hospitality. In the hopes that you won't think badly of the devildom as a whole." Barbatos speaks in a very polite manner but it's easy to tell that he means his words. 

"I think the devildom is a pretty great place overall. Everyone is very kind to me." You don't have any ill feelings in particular. 

Barbatos smiles in a kind manner. "I'm glad to hear that. Lord Diavolo will be delighted to hear that. I suppose this is right for you as well, Simeon?" 

"Sure, I have no issues with this." Simeon seems to be mostly concerned about you. 

Barbatos nods and then shows you two to a room. It's very nice, with a comfortable couch and a large bed.

  Simeon helps you to sit comfortably on the couch. 

"Thank you Barbatos." You give him a grateful smile. Now where you sit you start to feel how tired you are. 

Barbatos hands you a towel. "There are some clothes on the bed, please feel free to use them." 

You rub your hair to dry it some more. "Thank you. My clothes are actually dry now. I had this magical stone to warm me up." You are grateful for that. 

"Very well then I will leave you alone. Just call if you need anything from me." Barbatos bows and leaves the room.

  Simeon sighs and then takes a blanket from the bed. "You should wrap yourself with this."

  You nod and carefully place Lucifer's cape on the side. 

The blanket feels nice. Simeon also pours you some tea. He still seems a bit uneasy but patiently waits for you to talk.

  After drinking a bit you start the story. "So Levi got us all stuck in a game. Then he got upset and flooded everything. Lucifer saved me. Then Levi came to fight us all, but I think that was because of that cursed armor. I healed him and we all came back here. That's why I was so wet." 

Simeon raises his eyebrows. He sighs. "They tend to cause problems. I'm just glad that you are unharmed. You should be careful. I'm also a bit sad that I didn't get to see you in action. I bet that was amazing." He smiles a bit. 

You blush. "It wasn't that great."

Simeon chuckles lightly. 

"When we came back here Solomon just dropped that I'm artificially made. I mean it's better than being made off... Well you know. So that means I have no sealed memories. I only share Mc's soul and their looks. I'm still not quite sure how to feel about all of that." You look into your cup. 

Simeon is quiet for a moment. Thinking about his words. Then he gets up from his seat and hugs you. It's very unexpected but it feels nice. 

He is so warm, you hug him back.

  "You can take your time to figure it all out." He softly whispers. 

"I think I'm glad that I'm not someone else. That sounds pretty selfish doesn't it?" You aren't sure if relief is something you should feel right now. 

"I'm glad that you are you, and it's not selfish for you to wish to be yourself. I also think that they were unreasonable to ask this of you in the first place." Simeon sits down next to you. 

This feels better than having him across from you. 

"What did Michael say?" You aren't sure what to add to Simeon's words and you still need to know about that. 

"He skirts around a concrete answer so we are staying in the devildom for now. Well, they won't force us back. So conflict has been averted for now. I hope you are okay with staying here after all of this?" Simeon was hoping for a better answer, for your sake. 

"I kinda like the devildom, even when I could use about 60 percent less drama. I was actually thinking of getting a haircut and a makeover or something. I kinda want to look different, you know. It's been pretty hard looking at myself lately." You aren't quite sure what you exactly want to change but it sounds good. 

"Hmm, maybe some shorter hair would look good on you. You could also just dye it pink." Simeon chuckles a bit. 

You puff your cheeks. "Simeon I'm being serious here!"

He laughs. "I know I'm sorry. I think you will look great in the end no matter what."

You shake your head. "You are such a tease sometimes, but it's kinda nice to see you like this."

"You want to be teased?" He grins. 

"No, I don't! I just mean it's nice seeing you so casual." You blush a little. 

"Ah, I see. I guess I was pretty formal lately. I will do better from now on." Simeon has to agree. 

"I look forward to that." You smile. Suddenly you remember and almost jump up, slightly startling Simeon. 

"I completely forgot about the cookies I made you. I'm sure they are ruined now…" You rummage in your pocket and find the bag. It miraculously survived. 

You pull it out. "It survived!" You say gleefully. 

"These must be pretty special." Simeon gently looks at the bag.

  You nod and hand him the bag. 

He curiously opens it, the cookies are all broken. You look at the sight with pain. Too bad now Simeon will never guess their meaning.

  Simeon looks curiously at the crumps in his hand. "Were these heart-shaped?" 

"They were… Luke told me that humans use this shape to express their love." You feel suddenly very embarrassed. 

Simeon smiles at you. "Thank you very much I appreciate them." He eats one of the cookies, with great delight. 

Simeon doesn't mind at all that they all got broken. 

You feel great relief. "I'm truly grateful I have you. Without your support, I would have never come this far." 

"I'm sure you would have managed just fine without me but I'm glad that I can be your support." Simeon gently smiles. Conveying his sincere admiration for you. 

"I'm not done, let me finish." There is probably not enough time in the universe to tell him everything that is in your mind. 

Simeon nods.

  "You have been my mentor for a long time and then my friend for probably the same amount of time. I think I have known for longer but I was just denying it but you aren't just a friend to me anymore. Despite all of this chaos around me, there was something that became crystal clear to me. No matter what might happens next I want you to be at my side. Not only as a friend but as the person who I love with all my heart." You lay it all right in front of Simeon. Finally admitting your feelings not only to yourself but most importantly to Simeon. 

He seems slightly surprised by your confession. "Do you mean romantically?" Simeon wants to prevent any further confusion. 

"Yes." You state clearly without a second of hesitation. 

Simeon takes your hand and he has a smile that you have never seen before. He is so radiant right now. "I'm so glad that you feel the same way about me."

It's almost like a dam has been broken. Emotions seem to be flowing from Simeon.

  You can see a slight blush on his cheeks. 

Your cheeks blush in turn.

  He leans his forward towards yours and looks deep into your eyes. 

He has never been this close to you. Your heart starts to race.

  Never before in your life did you want to kiss someone this badly. 

Your nose’s touch. Simeon looks at you with such love. You can only hope that the same love is reflected in your eyes.

  After a moment that feels like an eternity your lips meet only for a short moment. 

Then again a bit longer this time. 

Both of you seem to want more of that sweet sensation.

  The next kiss feels more passionate.

  It's all so new but yet strangely familiar.

  You are so glad that you finally told Simeon your feelings. 

With a gentle and happy smile, Simeon looks at you. "I'm so glad you came into my life." 

These words mean so much to you, you feel tears in your eyes. 

"It's alright. I'm here." Simeon whispers. 

And then suddenly tears start to fall. You don't even know why you are crying, or who you are crying for. 

It's not even a feeling of sadness. 

It feels freeing, like all the weight that has been building up inside of you is flowing from your body. 

You cling to Simeon and just sob, like a child. 

He gently holds you close and just supports you without a word. 

"I love you, Simeon." You weakly tell him between sobbing. 

You probably look very ugly right now but Simeon however looks at you with his gentle gaze. "I love you too."

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This was all very bittersweet. 

Some parts really hurt while writing them.

Other parts made me smile.

I hope you enjoyed the story and its ending.

As a final note, I really like the fact that Mc got many people supporting them and Simeon. 

A huge note to all of you Simeon and Angel Mc shippers, it's all thanks to you. 

[adverb-slut]

Can I get some Mammon fluff? Like he or MC are upset about something and they come to one another for cuddles? I think that's cute.... Plus I'm in need of a hug 🤗

Sorry, anon this took so long!!!  Mammon was being a butthead throughout this whole fic and was not cooperating!  And this is not exactly cuddling, but I hope it suffices!  AND OMG ANON YOU SHALL BE HUGGED  🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 Also, as usual, this story can be read on AO3 here.  Additionally, I have a few more writing requests to do, but feel free to send more if you’d like!

Title:

Avatar of Greed

Summary:

Mammon barges into your room very upset. You may not have all the answers, but you sure know when someone is in need of a hug and a listening ear.

Genre:

Angst/Comfort/Fluff

Rating:

G

Word Count:

1606

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You tap your fingers on your desk and stare daggers at your Poison Lore 1001 homework.  Your assignment is to create an extremely volatile aphrodisiac using belladonna, hemlock, and another toxic, yet arcane plant native to the Devildom—which is what stumps you, because as a human, how are you supposed to know what toxic plants are native to the Devildom!?  

You growl in frustration.  You aren’t supposed to use the internet to acquaint yourself with said plant and you can’t find your library card in order to check out a book at the Royal Library to find out what it might be.

Resting your head on your desk, you sigh.  Before you can decide that the assignment is a lost cause, you hear your bedroom door swing open.  Someone stomps in and sighs dramatically; you can hear them flop onto your bed. You already know who it is before they say a word.

“Mammon,” you groan, not raising your head.  “What did I say about sitting on my bed?”

“‘None of the members of the House of Lamentation are allowed on MC’s bed,’” he recites.  He pauses and then amends, “‘Cept for the Great Mammon, ‘cause he was MC’s first.”  

You moan and turn behind you, where you see Mammon lying all starfish-like on your bed.  “I don’t remember adding the last part.” You walk over and poke him. “Get off.”

“No,” Mammon whines, slinking further into the sheets. “MC, ya gotta let me stay.” 

Again, you poke him.  “Why?”

He sighs.  “Just do it, okay?”

Surprised with his answer, you finally decide your homework is most definitely not going to get done and scoot onto the bed with him, sitting on your pillows with Mammon sprawled out in front of you.  Absentmindedly, you fiddle with his hair, not noticing the blush that spreads across his face as you do so.  

“St—sto—”  he sputters incoherently for a few moments, before closing his eyes and retreating to silence.  The two of you sit like that quietly for a spell, before he breaks it again. “MC,” he begins, his voice so faint that you barely can hear it, “d’ya think I’m annoyin’?”

You don’t miss a beat as you continue playing with his hair and answer, “Yes.”

“Whaddaya mean by that, huh?” he demands, his blush growing even deeper and his eyes flying open.  “Didn’t ya hear what I asked? I asked if ya thought I was annoyin’!”  

“I know; I said ‘yes.’”  He doesn’t see the tiny smirk that forms at the corner of your mouth.

Mammon fidgets, his face tomato red now.  “K—keep talkin’ like that MC, and I might actually believe ya!”  He pauses again, and sits up, turning behind to look at you. He looks down and his voice turns into a whisper.  “��� Do you really think that, though?”

You look at him, raising your eyebrows.  Before he had looked down, you had seen something in his dark blue eyes—something you hadn’t noticed before.  

You had always noticed the pools of a desire for validation that rippled in his dark sapphire irises, but today—today, you saw thin streams of desperation swirling amongst them, as well.  You decide that the time for teasing the tsundere, tsundere demon is over. You pull him back down, letting his head rest on your lap and scoop a pillow off your bed.

“Wh—whoa, MC!” he exclaims.   You didn’t think his face could get any redder, but somehow it does.  “I know you’re desperate for The Mammon, but ya didn’t even answer my que—”

Before the fool can finish his sentence, you whomp your pillow across his head.  You blush, grit your teeth, and answer his initial question, saying, “If I found you annoying, I wouldn’t sit here and listen to you babble, would I?”  

Mammon coughs in embarrassment and wisely avoids eye contact—a fact which you are very grateful for, because what would you do if he saw how red your face was now?

You try to regain your composure.  You clear your throat and wonder, “Why do you ask?”  You ponder if one of his brothers had said something to him for him to ask such a question, but then you remember Mammon’s neverending patience when it came to the verbal lashings that his brothers magnanimously granted to him. 

“It’s nothin’.”

You remember the desperation you had seen in his eyes and in your most wheedlesome tone, cajole “Come on, say.”

“I told ya, it’s nothin’ for you to worry about, MC.”

“Please say.”  You take a deep breath and muster your sweetest voice.  “For  me?“

“AAAH!” he grumbles, nestling his head deeper into your lap.  “MC, you know damn well that I can’t say no when ya use that voice!”

You smile in satisfaction and amuse your fingers in his hair once more.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Mammon turns to his side so you can no longer see his face and sighs.  “Fine.” He takes a deep breath. “MC, what sin am I the Avatar of?”

“Stupidity.”  The tease pops out of your mouth without your consent.  

“HEY!  Stupidity’s not a sin and you know it!”  

You stifle a laugh as you notice that he doesn’t deny his idiocy and try to remain serious.  “Alright, alright. I know you’re the Avatar of Greed.”

“Mm-hm,” he agrees.  “And ya know what? I’m damn good at what I do.”  Mammon’s confident tone falters for a moment. “Sure, I’m klepto as hell, but it’s not like I can help that … y’know?”  He pauses. “I’m greedy—it’s who I am. When I see somethin’ I like, I gotta have it, no matter what.” You don’t notice that he lightly coils his fingers around your calf as he says this.  

Saying nothing, you nod at his spiel.  You know the secondborn demon well enough to realize that he has more to say.  

And he does.  His voice lowers to a whisper and he wonders, “Then why am I always gettin’ blamed for bein’ who I am, huh?”  You can feel his head shake in your lap. “Sure, I guess me lootin’ stuff isn’t fun for everyone, but it’s not like I can help it—it’s instinct.”

You’re not sure how to answer his question, so you continue your silence and let him talk.  

“But hey, doesn’t everyone notice that it also ain’t fun for all of us to have to explain to the whole class why Belphie’s sleepin’ during lecture again or to open the fridge and realize Beel’s eaten damn near everything?  Or hey, do they think it’s easier to have Asmo hittin’ on everything with a pulse?  Maybe it’s better for Satan to blow up the House in some kinda tantrum or to have Levi freak the fuck out ‘cause some rando on the internet has a Ruri-chan figure that he doesn’t?  Or to know that Lucifer—” his voice breaks, but he swallows quickly and continues, “—to know that Lucifer’s so fuckin’  perfect that I can’t think of any flaws for him?”

Even though you vowed not to interrupt him, you decide it’s best to cut him off there.  “Lucifer’s not perfect.”

“Trust me—” Mammon’s voice breaks again as he turns his head deeper into your lap.  “—trust me, MC, I know that! Ignore ‘im for a minute here.” He sighs and pivots so that he faces the ceiling, and you can see that his eyes are ever-so-slightly glassy.  “Just … why’s that okay, huh? Why’s everything all hunky-dory for them when they’re givin’ into their sin, but all pitchforks ‘n’ torches for Mammon?”

You pull your hands out of his hair and bring them around his shoulders.  For once, he’s too distraught to blush. You’re not sure why his brothers act the way they do, but you are sure of the response he needs.  “It’s not fair.”

“No,” he mutters, “it ain’t.  And it’s not like it bothers me a lot, but sometimes … when I get to thinkin’ … ”

That’s when you realize that the desperation you had seen earlier in his eyes wasn’t just his desperation to be validated, but desperation for someone to just listen to what he was saying.  

You’d seen how the other six demons reacted when Mammon spoke—they’d tromp over him (although … could you really blame them?  Mammon’s dialogue usually made it clear that he was merely operating on one brain cell). Perhaps it was in an effort to tease, but even then there was only so much a demon can suffer.  You’re even more thankful now that you had let him monologue for so long. If anyone deserved to, it was the silly secondborn. 

You don’t even have to think as you yank him into a seated position and wrap your arms around his back tightly; you don’t let go as you slowly rub circles into his back.  Graciously, you decide to do him a favor and not make the adorable little squeak! he elicited as you did so public knowledge.

“H—hey, MC!  Ya don’t have to feel sorry for me or anythin’!”  He blushes, having regained some of his cockiness.  “I’m a demon for cryin’ out loud!  I don’t need a hug!”  Nevertheless, he takes a deep breath and leans into you.   

Your head is nuzzled into his hair as you murmur, “Shh … everyone needs a hug, sometimes.”

You feel his body stiffen and you worry that that was the wrong thing to say.  However, Mammon turns around and wraps his arms around you, just as tightly.  

You breathe warmly into him and stifle a laugh when he meekly asks, “Y—you’re not gonna do this for my brothers, right?”

“Never.”

[secret-realm]

Characters: Gn!MC, Mammon, Solomon (ft. Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Barbatos)

Pairing: Gn!MC × Mammon (established relationship)

Word Count: 4742

Warnings: Mentions of blood, wounds, insecurities, drowning, someone getting hurt, passing out, curse words, spiders and snakes.

A/N: I wanted to write something dramatic. Yes, of course I hurt myself on the process bc I don't like when the characters suffer but it's a cycle I guess... Idk

Also, I'm sorry for making Solomon like this in the story(? Remember it's simply a story. And, I kinda made up how the training and powers work here because it is not accurate to how the things occur in the main story he he... So, yep. 

Btw, I just finished writing and didn’t proofread the last part bc it’s almost 5 AM. So, I’m sorry for any grammar mistake. I’ll try to check it out during the day.

Learning how to control your powers was not an easy task, however, you were well aware of what was the answer to said issue: you needed to practice constantly. Since practice is the only way to get better at something, you understood why Solomon would insist so much on your training. Nevertheless, you knew that it was not easy to focus simply in one task when there were so many other things to do that were not only mentally but also physically draining for you. Because of that, it was hard for you to keep going with the same enthusiasm from the beginning, and probably for most people it would not be hard to understand. Unfortunately, Solomon was an exception to those people.

“You know, when I said that I’m really busy finishing this new project with Satan, I meant it,” you mentioned, your eyes practically sending daggers to the man leading the way who only giggled in response. It had been a couple minutes since you had entered an unknown building for you, and you had not stopped walking ever since.

“And I meant it when I said that this is a really important part of your training,” Solomon said in response, and you could swear you were close to smacking the grin out of his face. Of course, it would not be good to pick on fight for such a reason, so you tried your best to calm yourself down.

“Fine… Tell me, why are we here again?” you asked this time, looking at your surroundings. The hallway seemed endless, and you could not help but feel suspicious. After all, you never knew what to expect from the sorcerer.

“I noticed that you have improved controlling your powers,” he said, slightly turning his face to look at you momentarily “…however, when you are prepared to face difficulties, it isn’t really that hard to look for solutions, right?” and there was his smile once again. You really could not understand when people mentioned he looked charming, not when his actions gave you goosebumps every single time.

“What do you mean, Solomon?” you asked, and for the first time since you had entered the building you stopped walking. You furrowed, waiting for him to explain what was going on.

Solomon turned to you, his face looking serious this time. “I mean,” he added, walking towards you “that we need to see how would you react when you are not prepared to the circumstances you are about to face” by the time he finished speaking, your back was facing the wall and your eyes had widened in surprise.

You were about to tell him to step back when you saw the smile back onto his face “…like now,” he said, and the next thing you knew was that Solomon had pushed both your shoulders sending you backwards.

You closed your eyes, expecting to hit the back of your head against the wall, but the hit never came. Instead, you found yourself surrounded by darkness once you had opened your eyes. The breath was caught in your throat because of the sudden action and confusion. You were falling, falling, and falling. A couple seconds later, a loud thud was heard followed by a groan. You had landed on your side, and it surely had hurt you. You turned yourself to lay on your back for a while, but once you looked above you saw white hair poking from one side.

Quickly, you lifted yourself and furrowed. “Solomon, what the fuck?!” you shouted, however, all you got was a “Good luck!” from your so-called ‘master’.

The portal that had sent you there apparently had disappeared along with Solomon, and you were on your own. Suddenly, a dim light enlightened your surroundings, at least enough for you to see what else was there. After catching a glimpse of something moving in the corner, however, you wondered if it would have been better not knowing.

With a steady pace, you walk through the path that was now easier to see due to the light that was provided by some mysterious source on the surroundings. When you noticed a wooden stick laying on the floor you were quick to pick it up. After all, anything could be useful at a moment like that. The silence surrounding you made you question if it was scarier not knowing what was going to happen, or the fact that you were on your own waiting with no instructions at all. After you reached what seemed to be a corner, you touched the ground with the stick carefully to see if there was something. After many spiders started running from the dark in many directions you took a step back quickly and shook your head. “Stupid Solomon”.

You were about to keep walking when you felt something staring at you from your back. Then you turned around to notice that now there were not many spiders but one that seemed to be your height looking at you with eight red eyes. You were certain such image would be able to scare even those who were not afraid of spiders, but you knew better than to scream or runaway. Since spiders sigh was good only in a few of their eyes, and when there is light you had to use the darkness as an advantage for you. Carefully, you walked backwards into the darkest place of the room, and tried your best to notice where you were about to step because spiders rely on touch and vibration to find their preys.

When you were a couple seconds away from leaving the room successfully, some stones fell from the corner or a wall and before you were able to react the enormous spider had tackled you to the floor, more than once of its legs stepping on you on the process. A wide mouth had opened, ready to devour you, and its big fangs were dangerously ready to inject you its venom. You were trying to keep it away with the stick that was barely as wide as its mouth. The spider was pushing down, and the stick was probably about to give out. It was difficult, but as soon as you were able to free one of your hands you created a fire and throw it inside of the spider. You could see how it started burning from the inside and then it started running, finally letting you get up from the ground. The spider crashed against you once more before turning back into the many small spiders from earlier. You ran away, and then found yourself in a new room.

This room, in contrast to the previous one, was illuminated, and some drops falling could be heard coming from somewhere. Carefully, you started walking inside, turning to look around to see what could happen this time. You were definitely not prepared for the ground under you disappearing. The stick was long enough to keep you from sinking since each side was still on ground, but then the piece of firm wooden started moving, making you let go of it. It had turned into a snake, leaving you on your own. You tried grabbing the corner of the ground to lift yourself up, but then something from under the water had grabbed your waist, pulling you inside with extreme force. You were barely able to catch your breath before you were submerged.

Mammon was sitting at the end of your bed, his gaze fixed on the door. He was expecting you to come inside any time now, but he had to admit that it was taking you way longer than he thought it would. You had mentioned that Solomon needed to tell you something before asking him to bring your backpack back with him. He was definitely not fond of the idea of you going with the sorcerer that was way too suspicious for his liking and that was always trying to intoxicate all of your with his weird recipes. However, he understood that he was the one training you on how to use your powers, so he had to accept it. That did not mean of course that he was going to simply wait in your room forever.

Why was it taking you so long to come back? If Solomon simply wanted to tell you something, why would it take so much time? And why could he not tell you when he had meet the two of you after classes? No, Mammon was definitely not jealous. But, what if something had happened to you? Yes, he needed to make sure that his human was safe. After all, he was your guardian and first demon. Nice thinking, Mammon.

As soon as he had left your room, Mammon saw Satan turning at the end of the corridor and ran up to him to ask his brother if he was aware of something. “Oi, Satan…” Mammon said, lifting his right hand to place it at the back of his neck. “Hm, what is it?” Satan asked, lifting his gaze from a piece of paper he was reading.

“Well… Uh, do ya know where my human is? They said they were going with Solomon but… it’s been a while now,” Mammon asked this time, mentally preparing himself for some mean thing that his brother could say about him being too clingy or something similar.

To Mammon’s surprise, however, Satan simply furrowed his brows, showing confusion “Did you not receive a letter?”

“What do ya mean? What letter?” Mammon was the one confused this time and frowned.

“Solomon left these envelopes for all of us in the meeting room.”

“Well, how would he get his if he skipped today’s meeting?” Asmodeus was the one speaking now, and Mammon blinked rapidly “Oi… I had to be somewhere else”

“Once Lucifer finds out, you’re done.” Asmo added before walking towards the mirror to fix his scarf.

“Just tell me what the letter says” Mammon asked once again to Satan, but before his brother was able to talk a voice was heard from behind.

“It says we are invited to see today’s training session.”

After hearing the oldest voice, Mammon jumped in his place due to the surprise “Lucifer?! Why would ya just appear out of nowhere?!”

“It’s not the time for that, Mammon. This sudden session and the invitation seems a really unusual occurrence to me”

Mammon nodded, “Mm… They never told me they’re having a training session today”

“Maybe they don’t tell you everything” The fifth brother chimed in once again and before Mammon was able to say something, Lucifer stepped in front of them “Do you know anything about this, Asmo?”

“Of course not! Solomon didn’t tell me anything either! I’m so mad at him”

“Fine, time to go. Levi, quick.”

As they were walking towards the door, a pouty Leviathan came from the corridor. “Ugh, why do I have to come too?” he asked frustrated. If you really needed him there, why did you not tell him earlier for him to prepare mentally to go out?

“To see our best friend?” Asmodeus mentioned looking back, and then tilted his head to the side, a big smile plastered on his face. He wanted to tease his brother. “See? I told you I’m their bestie number one !”

Levi’s eyes widened comically because of his brother remark “W-what? Of course not! They’re my Henry, and my best friend. I’ll be cheering louder than you!”

“Oh no, you won’t”

Was this one the fourth room? Or maybe the fifth? The only thing that was certain for you was that each one of them seemed endless, and also that you had never felt as tired as in that exact moment. You were practically drained of all energy. When you started hearing whispers, however, you felt that you were about to burst because your patience was close to zero. “Really, Solomon? Fucking ghosts?” you murmured under your breath. He was definitely going to pay for making you through all of that. Then you shook your head. He surely is trying his best to prepare you. After all, the practice would be useful at some point. You simply needed to keep going until you were able to find the final level, or whatever those were.

Do you really think that you will make it out of here? The whispers suddenly were not as confusing anymore. How could you even make it to the end? They felt as clear as if someone were speaking inside of your head. Your body that was already cold because of the water, felt as if you were standing inside of an icy-room. No one will notice that you went missing. You’ll stay here, with us. The cold atmosphere surrounding you was slowly getting to you, almost as if had made it inside of your body. It was inside your skin, in your bones, then reaching your heart. No. Stay with us.

“No! I won’t stay here. Mammon is waiting for me. I need to leave.” You looked down, your clothes with remains of ice, your limbs hurting because of the cold. He could replace you. We are all replaceable. The voice was still there.

“No, no. That’s not true. He can’t replace me, he won’t!” You shook your head, and you wondered if you were trying to convince those voices or yourself. What makes you so special?

“I am. I am special to him because he loves me. I love him too. We love each other. Now, let me out” you lifted your gaze, the voices you were hearing were now shapes in front of you, and you raised you hands towards them, feeling the energy through your arms before it reached your hands.

The seven brothers were standing in front of a building that they had never seen. How was it possible for such construction to appear out of nowhere. Lucifer wondered if Lord Diavolo had asked to get someone to build it for some reason, but he could not recall any comment on the matter. Then the creak of the enormous doors opening brought all of them back to the moment, “I see all of you are finally here, welcome!” Solomon said smiling, and in mere seconds Mammon was standing in front of him,

“Where is my human?”

The sorcerer tilted his head playfully, “Why, thank you. I’m doing great, how about you?”

“Don’t play around with me, magic boy” Mammon was ready to hold Solomon when Lucifer placed one hand over his shoulder to calm him down. “Solomon, please explain to us what is happening and refrain yourself from using your games now”

Solomon nodded, the grin never leaving his face. “Sure, Lucifer. I wouldn’t want to get you guys mad for no reason. Please follow me”

All the brothers followed him inside, Mammon at the front along with Lucifer. Satan was right behind them “May I know why does the training take place in such location?, Solomon” he asked, and Asmodeus nodded his head “I wanted to ask the same thing. This place is awful, Solomon. If you needed help with the decorations, you should have told me! I am the best for that, and I would have created the best atmosphere for my bestie’s training center!”

“Well, if you ask me, they would prefer something near the area we already know instead of dragging them to this place that looks like the location of I Was Told My Master That I Have to Train But I Ended Up Being Pushed Into a Portal That Led Me to Awful Places. We watched that one, and though they liked it, they say they would never visit a place like this willingly. Even Mammon cried that time” Leviathan mentioned, trying to probe that he was in fact the best friend number one, followed by a “That’s not true” from Mammon.

“I don’t know what else you were expecting. This place is suspicious, just like Solomon” Belphie was the one to speak now, and Beel nodded, adding an “I hope they’re not scared” before eating the chips from the bag that his twin was holding for him.

Once they reached a corner and were about to keep asking questions, Solomon turned towards them and motioned for them to get inside a room. “All of those were really good questions, but as you can see, we got to our destination. Now, please take a seat. We will be able to see today’s training session from this place. It’s exactly as if we were watching some sports game, which is very interesting if you ask me.”

“What is happening there?” Mammon asked after sitting down, when the one that appeared to be a screen in the wall stopped being blurry. He saw you on the other side leaning forward, your hands on your knees.

“Oh, they are just going through one of the many levels they are supposed to face today. Actually, it took you a while to get here, so you didn’t see the previous ones. They’ve been doing great”

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared from one of the corners and went towards you. You tried to dodge it, but it still had hit you on the side. Your clothes was ripped, and there were stains of blood on your skin and the upper part of your uniform.

Mammon didn’t even notice when he made his way to the front of the room, his hand touching the wall “Oi, what’s that? Get’em out of there!” he shouted, his eyes glued to you. You were panting, and he was getting desperate for seeing you like that.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that, Mammon. If they don’t finish the test, then they’ll fail. I doubt you’ll want that.”

“Fuck it” Mammon said, and then a flash of light illuminated the whole room as he turned into his demon form. He broke through the wall that was being used as a screen, and then he was able to enter the real portal to run towards you.

“Solomon, what are you doing to us?” Lucifer finally spoke, all six of them practically glued to their seats for some reason.

“I’m sorry Lucifer, but this is part of the training session. You will understand later”

The witch that had attacked you earlier was getting near you, and a she approached you started running towards her to give yourself impulse at the moment of using the metal stick that you had gotten from the roof. You swung it and hit her right on her shoulder as she tackled you to the floor. She extended her arms to grab you, but you held her face and recited a quick spell that made her skin burn. She screeched and scratched your face to get you to let her go as she started running backwards.

You were about to get up when white hair and horns came into your peripheral vision. Then you breathed, not noticing how you were holding your breath before he arrived.

“Okay, is okay now” Mammon said, gently holding your face between his hands “It was enough. Let’s go”

The you lifted your shaking hands and placed them above his to pull them away. “Mammon, I can’t… I haven’t finished yet.” You said, and he shook his head, this time grabbing your hands between his.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” he sighed deeply “I swear, you’re the most stubborn human out there. Look at you. Ya can barely breathe. Ya need to finish this, now.” He said this time in a soft but firm tone.

“But my training…”

He understood you were afraid of failing, but there were more important things that you had to take into consideration. So, he brought your hands towards his face and carefully kissed your knuckles “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, ya heard me?” and that was all you needed to comply with his request, so you nodded.

“Great, now let me get ya out of here” Mammon kneeled down to hold you firmly, and then he got back onto his feet to get you out of that place. You face was hiding into his neck to calm your quick heartbeat, but after a couple steps you felt the cold air hit you as you were dropped to the floor.

“Mammon?!” Trying to ignore the pain, you got back on your feet as quick as possible, looking around you to see where he had gone to.

Then the voice from the one who had bring you there, and had left you hours ago was heard. “I hope you are prepared for the last phase. You’ve been doing great”

A light appeared in the center of the room, and then you saw how all the witches, twelve to be exact, were surrounding Mammon, eight of them holding ropes to keep him in place. “What are you doing?! LET HIM GO,” you screamed sprinting in Solomon’s direction before he vanished right in front of your eyes.

“You need to concentrate. Don’t fail me, my adorable apprentice.” The cheerful voice of the sorcerer said, this time from above, and thought you wanted to hit him, you knew he was right. You needed to concentrate on getting Mammon out of there. But what were you supposed to do? Your simple spells were not enough to fight something that was able to hold one of the most powerful demons of the Devildom. One of the most…Of course. Up until now, you were able to battle all the simple things, but none of them was real. Everything had been controlled. And if now they were able to held Mammon down, then Solomon had been using Barbatos’ help all the time.

Mammon’s scream brought you back to reality, as you turned to look at him. The witches were tightening the ropes that they were burning his skin, and some of them were hitting him at the same time, the sight too painful for you to witness. You felt your eyes burning, but it was not time to cry. No, you had to save Mammon and finally finish that horrendous day.

You closed your eyes to concentrate, and repeated the spell from earlier to burn the four witches that had started running in your direction in the meanwhile. Then you ran towards the center of the room, dropping yourself to your knees once you found yourself near the area where the rest of witches were holding Mammon. He lifted his face you looked at his eyes, that held love for you even in those circumstances.

You breathed deeply, and then placed your hands on the floor to hold yourself. “Denizens of the darkness, awaken! You who are born of shadow, hear me! I, the master who commands Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. Satan, the Avatar of Wrath. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust. Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony And Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth. I call upon you to lend your power to these demons!” you shouted, with all the remaining energy you had before the all the brothers appeared in the room.

The light that enlightened all of the room was the last thing you saw before you passed out from exhaustion. With the six of them in there, it took only a while to get Barbatos to free Mammon. As soon as the magical ropes stopped holding him down, Mammon sprinted towards you to lift you from the ground.

He held you tightly against his chest before you were able to wake up due to his warmth. As soon as you saw him, your eyes opened completely and you lifted your hands to cup his face, tears ready to fall from your eyes. “Mammon, love, tell me you are alright…”

“Ya really are crazy…” he said shaking his head, a smile on his face before he leaned forward to kiss your forehead “I’m fine now that I’m holdin’ ya”

In that moment, while Lucifer was helping Barbatos to get up, Solomon made his way into the room clapping. “Whoa, you really did it! See, there was no need to worry.”

“Solomon, I don’t think that’s the best thing to say. You put our friend and brother in danger. Of course we were worried!” Asmodeus said approaching him, he was angry, but at the same time he knew that it was not a good idea for Solomon to get near his brothers in that moment.

“In addition, it does not seem responsible from you to put your apprentice in such dangerous circumstances either.” Satan added this time.

You knew as well that everything could end in a big fight, so with Mammon’s help you were lifted from the floor. He held you hand, but you asked him to wait for you a moment.

“Guys, it’s time for all of us to go back home.” You told them, your voice hoarse due to the previous events.

“I’ll be ready to leave as soon as I talk some things with Solomon, please go ahead” Lucifer said, an almost scary smile on his face, but you shook your head. “No, Lucifer. Don’t make me force you back, guys. I’m tired enough. All of us are leaving, now”

Once all of them accepted your petition, not because they did not want to fight Solomon but because you looked tired enough, you waited for them to walk towards the door. Then, you turned to Solomon and walked in his direction. Without even giving him time to speak, you lifted one of your hands and brough it with full force against his face “Next time you go looking for some motivation, don’t drag him into this…” you said pointing where Mammon was waiting for you “Because next time, I’ll hurt you. Bye Barbs!”

Back at the house of lamentation, and after a relaxing bath, you were sitting at the end of your bed while Mammon was cleaning your wounds to patch them up. O he was trying, more like it.

“Oi, stop movin’. Ya need to stay still for me to clean your busted lip.” He complained, grabbing your chin with one hand to keep you in place.

“But it hurts…” you sighed.

Mammon raised one brow, looking at you incredulously “I cleaned all of your other big wounds, and it hurts ya just now? The small on your lip?”

You nodded rapidly “I mean, you could kiss it better. I bet it is the best option to get my lip to heal faster,” you said maintaining your serious face.

“Really, human?”

“Sure, it’s science, Mammon.”

Mammon shook his head, wondering how was it possible for you to be so playful after all you went through a couple hours prior. Nevertheless, who was him to deny giving you a kiss. So, he held one of your cheeks and pulled your face to his and you closed your eyes. Then he gave you a small peck on the corner of your mouth, and you opened your eyes, clearly disappointed.

“It still looks wounded, if ya ask me,” he mentioned looking at your lip before his gaze went back to meet your eyes.

“Of course it does!” you huffed “One kiss is not nearly enough.”

“One ain’t enough, huh?” he asked trying to tease you, and you shook your head.

“No. I need more kisses.”

“And they say I’m the greedy one…”

“Look, if you won’t give me kisses,” you said lifting yourself from the bed “then I’ll leave” and then you started walking to the door before his eyes widened in realization.

“Where are ya goin’?! Come back here. I’ll give ya kisses,” he walked up to you and you pulled him near to wrap your arms round his neck.

“Thanks, love. Can you please carry me back? everything hurts”

He simply laughed and then lifted you from the floor effortlessly to bring you back to your bed “Where were ya going anyway? We are in your room, ya know?” he questioned, sitting on your bed and getting you to sit on his lap,

You rolled your eyes in response. “Shh… I was leaving dramatically” and before he was able to make any funny remark on the matter, you held one of his cheeks carefully to bring his lips to meet yours, while your other hand was brought behind his head to caress his soft hair.

 So, hey! If you made it this far, thanks for reading. If you think that there is/are some other element/s that should be added to the warnings, please do let me now. I’ll be really grateful. I hope you have a nice day, lovely people. Please remember to take care of yourself.

-L🪐

Sunday 31st, January.

[obeymeluv]

Ohhh how about the boys reacting to a lower demon hitting on reader? Like aggressively hitting on them that it’s already quite uncomfortable? Or it could be the shy, almost sweet type?

Hey there! Holy wow, how long has this been here? I usually check Tumblr from my phone and I guess message notifications don’t come through? So sorry T_T

Either way, Nonnie, this isn’t good :o

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Lucifer

This is the BIGGEST, ULTIMATE NO

Like, all of Mammon’s past transgressions don’t POSSIBLY add up to this insult

At first Lucifer pays no mind because you seem to be integrating into the Devildom and furthering Diavolo’s grand plan. Good!

Then it starts to gnaw at him and he really pays attention. Call it the keen eye of an ex-angel, to watch over humans

Half of him is earnestly trying to plan things to say on the way over, not hearing how his own footsteps echo thunderously with impending doom, but half of him can’t even concentrate due to the overwhelming sense of wrong.

You seem very uncomfortable, this lesser demon is more incompetent than he thought possible, and there’s something hot and nauseating burning in him. It almost hurts to clear his throat, honestly

It feels like the part he’d forgotten about...almost all that Satan was. He honestly thought he didn’t have any wrath left in him, for pride seemed far nastier a thing to be stuck with

He lets those big black wings, once the pride of the Celestial Realm, unfurl in a great and terrifying display. He used to shine in the Celestial Realm when he revealed his true form, but in the Devildom it translates as pure heat

He fans his wings to cool the air around you but the lesser demon now knows his looming shadow and his terrifying presence

If the demon is bold enough to stick around, Lucifer introduces you as the resident human transfer, discourages them from making you late, and suggests any further interaction happen in the presence of one of your seven guardians (“Of which I am one.”)

Although he mentioned seven guardians, it’s clear that he’s the key guardian. The one who will oversee all, and that’s enough to send the demon skittering away.

It takes a few minutes for the air to cool and his wings to fold back in and Lucifer uses that time to glare a burning hole into the lesser creature.

Finally he looks at you and asks you how you’re feeling. Nothing bad happened? Do you need to file paperwork?

Would probably consort with Diavolo to cast a minor enchantment so you could protect yourself if one of the brothers weren’t around

Mammon

You think another demon’s going to get close enough to talk to you? While in the presence of your NUMBER ONE MAN?! Ha!

Mammon may complain about having to go to classes and tries to convince you to ditch more often than not, but he really does look out for you

And boy is Greed’s Avatar so he’s not going to skimp on the company

That also means he’s not going to share your company when he doesn’t feel like it

Mammon may not be openly flirtatious like Asmo, but he knows all about swindling people for their heart (for it is just as valuable as money) and he knows when this demon comes slithering up that he’s BAD NEWS

He’s clever with money-making schemes, has successfully stolen from almost all of his brothers to pawn things, and has brokered deals with witches in such a way that he’s barely affected. Boy’s going to know how to dodge a creep

And for a while, it works. He teaches you back passages and all sorts of little things

But, inevitably, you have to face it alone. He’s not going to always be there.

And he kicks himself when he’s not. Seems he’s only minutes late but ANYBODY who knows you--like your number one man!--knows you’re uncomfortable and THE GREAT MAMMON has to do something!

What does he do? The biggest, loudest, flashiest thing possible. THE BIGGEST SIGN YOU COULD GIVE ANYBODY

If the demon isn’t discouraged from Mammon yell-talking at you halfway down the corridor, Mammon gets to see the delicious way he deflates after he throws an arm around your neck and starts apologizing to ‘his human’ about being late

If he’s in a bad mood that day, he’ll probably toss the demon a single Grimm and tell him to get lost or go buy himself something nice.

The height difference is probably pretty significant so it’s easier for him to just scoop you under his arm and carry you down the hall. Or let his tail wrap around you and walk you down the hall.

Leviathan

I’d be interested to see Levi in this position, honestly. Part of me thinks he’d be too shy to do anything, instead sulking in his room, but part of me thinks once he sees you as a friend (or something more) he’s going to go to bat for you

If it’s that second one, he’d be slyly demeaning. Being the third-born, he’s probably got an intelligent sarcastic streak like Lucifer and a subtle underhandedness like Mammon.

As the Avatar of Envy, his main game is to make the lesser demon feel insignificant by pointing out how little they know you. They’re not your real friend like him so obviously they’re nothing.

He’s much better, anyways. They’re an NPC, he’s Player 1.

I’m also very, very curious about his position in the Devildom Navy. Is that some kind of a switch-flip moment where he can command a room no questions asked, or is it some kind of wickedly good strategy innateness?

Being a background person (and having Asmo as a brother), he probably overhears a lot of gossip. He’d probably drop some real gossip, something embarrassing. Probably say you were needed by Lucifer, as that’s more to-the-point and believable

The aim of the game is to send the demon away, to create distance. Mission accomplished.

Satan

He won’t intervene until he gets the idea that you’re uncomfortable. It’s a whole process with this one.

On the one hand, he wants you to be able to handle yourself. If you are not enough to send the creature away, then he’ll intervene. Partly because he’s technically responsible for you, partly because he cannot stand idly by and entertain this idiocy.

Satan has many tricks but his favorite one is to freeze the demon out by ignoring him.

Totally dominates/inserts himself into the conversation. Makes the demon feel like he isn’t there.

If that doesn’t work and your scrambling to corroborate him or just back out of the conversation, Satan speaks for you. (”We’re studying later.”, etc.). If the demon tries for another day, Satan just coolly adds ‘and tomorrow’ or ‘for the rest of the week’ until the point is made.

The longer this issue continues--despite his help--the more the Avatar of Wrath begins to reveal himself. That aura alone is usually enough to send anything running.

Kinda feels like he made an ass of himself no matter what, and apologizes after you two are alone. Is very cute and embarrassed.

Gives you a biting book. It’s an enchanted tome you can train not to bite certain people. You two are the only ones that can hold it. He looks forward to seeing how many people it bites before the week is over (a little too happy). 

Asmodeus

Oh the many ways this could be handled! Asmo has so many ideas!

At first his little heart skips a beat because how cute is this?! A cliche romance unfolding in the halls of RAD between a human and a demon? Then his little ‘radar’ begins to ping and he realizes not all is well or cute

He was kind of glad, honestly. You could do MUCH better (like him!)

It could be as easy as Asmo sliding in and charming the lesser demon to leave you alone, walking away in a stupor, or more complicated and sinister

Asmo’s never done anything truly, intentionally sinister but rumor mills can be pretty devastating. The lesser demon may find himself at the center of some unsavory rumors that cause him to slink around the general populous

The narcissistic fifth-born probably has something of a following. He may appoint some of his followers as body guards or just extra eyes to keep you safe

Or he could do a total 180 and make this lesser demon seem totally dreamy to others so they get chased and leave you alone. Yes, he quite likes that one!

Then there’s the traditional route, the most obvious (which Asmo prefers because, honestly, you two would be the CUTEST couple) where he’s your boyfriend and you guys didn’t want to tell anyone but OOPS! SECRET’S OUT! Great, now go away! Wait, take a picture for his Devilgram first! Okay, now go. 

Beelzebub

Probably takes Beel a bit to notice your discomfort. If he’s not distracted with food, it’s because he didn’t want to act in bad faith. What if you actually liked talking to that demon? What if you were just awkward like Levi? It’s a delicate matter.

Beel is no fool, though. He’s very friendly. If he introduces himself and the lesser demon doesn’t quit his behavior, Beel will then turn serious.

Tries to emphasize to the demon that you’ve said no

May show muscle or offer up a challenge. Sometimes people are hard-headed like that and need action.

“You want to date them? Beat me in an arm-wrestling competition.” (they won’t)

Beelzebub can be down-right crafty. “You want to date them? Beat me in an eating competition.” (he’s the undisputed champion).

I think he’d use his size in a good way. If this demon keeps cornering you/pestering you, Beel’s going to make a habit of walking between you or just picking you up until the demon gets the hint that if Beel’s around, he’s not talking to you

Belphegor

The smallest part of him is too tired to deal with this but he’s powered by the sheer amount of HELL NO and decides he has to fix it.

Fix it once and it stops

Belphie, like Satan and Lucifer, has  a low tolerance for stupid things. This demon is one of them.

Very cut-throat and point blank. “They’re not interested. Go away.”

Lord Diavolo and Lucifer expressly mentioned they couldn’t use their powers on YOU, not other demons. Belphie can probably make people really sleepy. He’d make this demon so deliriously tired that he couldn’t flirt with you

Definitely the type to make the demon pass out in the hall and leave him there. Head injury? No clue, he had to go to class. It’s okay, the other RAD students probably won’t step on them.

So mad about the demon. “Honestly!” as he fluffs his pillow angrily after you two have settled in your next class. It’s the angriest nap he’s ever taken.

I don’t think he takes his pillow to school but you can bet he’d but a brick or something in it and whack them. Maybe try to suffocate them. Probably wouldn’t risk his precious pillow like that.

I bet he’d fake nap if the demon tries to flirt with you in class. LOUD, OBNOXIOUS, GRATING fake snoring.  

Hope you liked it :)

[belphegorbillickin]

Tell me about it, Medi!!(Medi, was it?) I really like the thought of an antagonist, one that actually makes the storyline juicy by adding conflict. And can't we have a female character as a friend or something?.. Imagine mc having friends OTHER than the mains, I like that thought. Adds more detail and depth into the story.

But you're right about the personalities. It irritates me how they're literally just simping for mc now? Everyone has their own thoughts, but I'd prefer if they STILL had those demon instincts. They're WAY too soft for my liking. At least make them A BIT more demonic? Like Asmodeus. He doesn't only specialize in lust. The actual Asmodeus was responsible for breaking relationships, making people have selfish desires that led to their doom and those who succumbed to their lust became his prey. This actually happened with that one painting in obey me? The witch, Helene? And how asmo didn't even show A BIT of shame. But now he's back to "uwu I love myself and mc". Don't demons corrupt others though? My thoughts.

Maybe I'm thinking way too dark, but like, what if the demons actually kept a facade of loving you? Believe me I didn't trust Lucifer until lesson 18, or any of the brothers till 16, and I liked the feeling of dread when I used to be like, "Oh wait is he gonna do something to me now?" BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERAL DEMONS I DON'T TRUST DEMONS. It's disappointing. I guess now I gotta turn to fics that portray them as ACTUALLY being selfish like how a demon should be.

Yeah, don’t get me wrong I’d love to have a female character as a new datable option or friend, I just don’t have much faith in how they’ll write a female character into what’s pretty much an established romance. And yup, Medi is right.

Same, I loved the tension and hating Lucifer was so much fun. It's a shame I’m not really into Lucifer that way because he has the most character development out of all of them and stayed a bit more intact. Like even when he loves MC he’s still prideful. 

Meanwhile Satan is just a crazy cat lady with an occasional love of books/pranks and a rare reference to being “tamed.” He could’ve been so much more interesting, I loved their take on wrath and wanted to see more about demons vs fallen angels. It doesn’t help that I hate when they make “I can change you with my love” a reality, like at least get him to a therapist or something.

This might be controversial, but I think part of it is also due to Mammon’s success. From how things played out it seems like they expected Lucifer to be the most popular by far, but eventually they realized Mammon was pretty close and started focusing on him as well.

One thing that always bugged me about Mammon is that we never really face any consequences from it. Like Lucifer’s pride gets in the way or causes him to lash out, all of the brothers do, but Mammon’s sin never actually harms the player. I know half the people saying no one should ever be mad at him for stealing would be pissed if he regularly stole sentimental/rare/expensive belongings and never apologized or at gave them the money he made.

He never steals from them or screws them over, and even his early behavior gets ignored or brushed off as him being stupid. Because personally I have a hard time believing Mammon’s resentment from being forced into a pact and humiliated disappeared just like that. Sure occasionally MC gets punished, but the player doesn’t take any part of it and usually people that like Mammon want to do stuff like that anyway so it isn’t really his fault.

Anyway TLDR I think the fact that the softest and least dangerous demon with no real drawbacks or serious accidents being the most popular set the tone for the devs too. All of it started way before the attic arc too, he was a fan favorite from the beginning and I think he still would be even if he did attempt to get rid of MC tbh.

I could definitely see an argument for them pretending, especially since they fell “in love” so quickly and yet reacted to MC dying like they do to losing an object. I highly doubt they’d do that in a romance game though tbh, but tbh I always kinda pictured it as them being temporarily infatuated with MC instead of intending to be with them for the rest of MC’s life, at least until the whole attic arc and Lilith reveal.

I can see the appeal though, and imo Asmo already kind of does that. A lot of his “compliments” in the beginning have double meanings or hidden insults and his whole inspection thing after the labyrinth was looking for the source of power stronger than Solomon's in what’s supposed to be a pathetically weak mundane.

 He also indirectly tries to get you killed because you’re annoying him and actively threatens you if you say you don’t like him at all. If it weren’t that late in the game or it had routes I’m sure he actually would’ve tried.

The game would’ve been a million times better if they were routes tbh, actual routes and not the moneygrubbing keys mechanic, even if it was a common route until after the attic arc. Dark characters really shine when you can actually mess up and see their nasty side or what they’re like when truly and completely rejected. 

As it is now Mammon and Lucifer get all the attention even when you actively avoid them. Meanwhile Asmo stans get nothing even on his birthday. They could do a harem route too for all the people that want it, but it’s not like you can’t replay the game and go through all of them in a true otome. The wide as an ocean, but deep as a puddle thing isn’t working out imo. As much as I love them the side characters becoming datable didn’t help either.

They could’ve done some really interesting things with Diavolo and Barbatos too, having them as sinister and untrustworthy like they were in the beginning if not more while still having them be romancable. I love the hints of cultural/moral differences they give us and the many hints that Diavolo isn’t quite as “wholesome” as he acts even in the more recent things, but I doubt we’ll ever see that because it’ll alienate everyone who hates darker things and people who like darker things but not Diavolo.

I think that’s a small part of why it’s harder for me to write as well, because they’re all so much different now it’s harder to imagine them like I did before. There’s only so many times you can go back and read the beginning, although it’s always a bit of a shock how different they are. 

Even for fan content it’s hard to find the sweet spot between identical to the average sugary sweet human and super dark ooc t0rturep0rn imo. Like don’t get me wrong there’s still a lot of good stuff from way better authors than me, but there’s only so much and a lot them quit ages ago or are starting to now.

[forestcathedral]

‘Til I See Stars

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Pairing: Implied MC/Lucifer (feat. my MC Abel), mostly a genfic. 

Rating: G+

Warnings: Difficult upbringing. Transphobia in the form of past (read: family) experiences, nothing graphic. Referenced drinking, referenced unsafe driving. (No one is hurt!)

A/N: This was something cathartic and therefore I didn’t edit it very much, so apologies if it’s a little everywhere. Might come back to fix it later. Maybe I’ll write more about my MC? He’s a delight. 

                                                         — “I won’t accept this, this isn’t you.”

“It is me, it’s always been me!”

Abel had stormed from his house, boots thudding against the cracked board flooring as he descended the stairs while his parents had screamed behind him. Slammed the car door, gunned it out of the driveway. It was practically Hollywood worthy, if they ever made barely-relatable movies about people like him.

When Abel showed up at his friend’s home, dark eyes rimmed red, they had immediately taken him in. A cup of warm tea was in his hands within moments as he regaled them with his story. Loyalty he’d never been shown by his blood was given freely by friends.  A few weeks later, at the tender age of seventeen, he had moved (or rather, was kicked out) in with his aunt who he had not spoken to since he was a child. Upon hearing her reasoning after he visited her when she reached out to him, and the way she seemed so loving when her mouth formed the phrase ‘other half’ as she looked at her supposed housemate, Abel understood immediately.

All of it moved in such a blur that Abel still cannot remember the exact details of the week his father spat out, “That’s your problem now.” over the speaker phone when his aunt said she was taking him in. The memories are patchy at best.

So much had changed in such a short amount of time, yet Abel still pressed forward with no other option in his mind. Celebrating graduation from college, working in his aunt’s greenhouse to help begin paying off his student loans, and not having spoken with his parents since a phone call three months ago that ended in yelling (something about ‘betraying god’s plan’), there was something on the horizon in a way that Abel didn’t think was possible five years prior.

There was still a fight within him, though. Always, there was this inescapable urge to let go. In high school, he sat diligently through his school work or after-school activities, trying to help his father work on the old, 1800s farmhouse they lived in, or tutor his brothers, or stay active in the church he tried to feel something in. Forgoing nights out with his friends and missing moments that later on in life, he would mourn. Anything and everything to avoid the guilt that followed him like a shadow in the form of his mother’s wistful comments about seeing him in a wedding dress. When he moved in with his extended family, the heaviness still bore down on him, miserable for the regret he felt despite knowing it was the right thing to do. Senior year he had scraped by, and college, while it helped him bloom into who he longed to be, still held a dissatisfaction he couldn’t place. As though something vital was missing.

He had been thankful when his group of friends invited him out to spend the night drinking and dancing. It was the most free he’d felt in years.

Abel could feel the dread melting from his shoulders, lost to him as he flung his arms above his head, feeling the midnight wind pulling at his sleeves and hair. In the other occupied car seats, his friends did the same through their laughter, crying out the song lyrics blaring through the stereo. Any tears he might have shed earlier in the evening were long forgotten, the sting of his mother’s words so many years ago gone from the splendor of the present moment. The cold air dried his tongue, but he screamed the songs through the wind anyway. It was perfect. It was everything he needed.

The memory was kept close to his chest, even when his friends moved away and lived their lives thousands of miles from him as the years rolled on. They kept contact, but Abel missed them through it. Even at twenty eight, having made new friendships and experienced new lovers while he learned his new ‘family’ craft to eventually inherit some day, the empty feeling in his gut never left. At first, he thought the hole was from the lack of social interaction, or emotional exhaustion of never letting himself really sit and feel. Even his ‘aunts’ expressed their concerns, gently forcing him on long weekend getaways when they could afford it, which he politely accepted out of gratitude for all they had done for him.

When that fateful application to a ‘unique’ exchange program crossed his desk amidst the stacks of grad school applications, Abel couldn’t have possibly guessed the direction his life would take.

                                                      .  .  .

“.. are you okay? Abel?” Lucifer’s voice broke through the reverie he’d been stuck in.

“What?”

Lucifer, who was kneeling in front of him now, had his face twisted in mild concern. Abel saw Satan and Mammon’s equally worried faces behind him as well. The stereo that they’d been listening to Earth-music on was turned down by Asmodeus, who also made his way over to sit next to Abel on the sofa. The other brothers seemed to be wandering over, too. Even Belphegor, whose relationship with Abel had been slightly strained since he came back, looked concerned.

“Oh, are you feeling homesick, listening to music from your human realm?” Asmodeus cooed softly, once he had cuddled up next to Abel, arm around his shoulder.

“Huh? I don’t-” Abel wiped at his cheek unconsciously, suddenly noticing the wetness there. “Oh, was I...was I crying? I’m sorry, I’m not sure what came over me.”

Of course, this was a lie. But they did not need to know about the way his fingers caressed the wind while he sat next to people who he no longer spoke to, singing over the radio and screaming into the night air in the back seat of a car, so long ago.

Lucifer took one of Abel’s hands into his larger ones, and something about the way his gaze settled made the human think the lie hadn’t gone over well.

“Yer joking, right?” Mammon scoffed, “This some kinda human thing to get mopey over songs?”

Satan immediately elbowed him in the ribcage, causing Mammon to slap him back, and before they could continue Lucifer turned around and shot both of them with a hard glare. Message received.

Beelzebub sat on the side Asmodeus wasn’t occupying, looking serious. “Do you want me to make you something? There’s some spiced lavender tea that you like in the kitchen still.”

For a reason that was beyond Abel, in that moment, he was dragged back to the age of seventeen, on his friend’s doorstep, looking for anywhere to go, feeling like the world was crumbling around him. Abel felt himself start to cry again.

“Ah, I didn’t mean to,” at the sharp exhale that left him, Lucifer squeezed his hand tighter, “Shit. It’s okay, I promise. It’s just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Asmodeus said softly, rubbing circles along Abel’s shoulder blades.

“Y-yeah! Words ain’t always needed. Gotta do what ya gotta do. ” Mammon chimed in, albeit unsure of himself.

“Mhmm,” Satan agreed, although he looked just as dumbfounded as Mammon, “letting it out is good.”

Abel looked up at all of them, then. Fully, truly looked at each of them, even through his blurry, tear-filled vision. There was a surge of something he hadn’t been able to place until now. Even with their emotional goodbye after his first year at RAD, with everything they had all been through together, the entirety of what exactly each of them meant to Abel felt more raw now than he thought possible.

Mammon, for all his thinly hidden emotions and quiet, genuine integrity. Levi, for all of his drive and passion for what he loved. Satan, for all the struggle he overcame to find his own self, and in some ways Abel found him the most relatable if he thought about it. Asmodeus and all the sincerity behind the sensual bluster. Beelzebub, who would set aside even his strongest cravings to offer something tender and kind in return. Belphegor, while there was a tension between them, was desperate to make a connection beyond his own misdeeds. They all were.

And then there was Lucifer. Oh, Lucifer, who looked at him now so sweetly it made Abel’s heart ache. There was a special kind of affection he held for the eldest demon, to which the secret, doting kisses they shared in the dark held to the magnitude of their connection.

“Sorry if this is too human of me.” Abel laughed through the tears streaming down his face, wiping under his eyes with the hand Lucifer wasn’t gripping onto. “But I love you all so much.”

There were a few sighs and clicked tongues around him, but nothing patronizing or hurtful. Instead, they all seemed to move around him, quieter somehow, showering him with various sentiments of support and mutual affection. Abel heard all of them clearly, but so much of it melted together into a singular warm feeling within his chest. It had been a troubling journey, but his heart was full. At long last he understood what he had been missing for so long.

[well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now]

There's a new lesson that I can't get to, so I'm going to you!

-35 Anon

Ahhhh??? I absolutely loved this lesson? It's a mostly mammon focused lesson (thanks to all the other brothers nearly dying) with angel backstory/hierarchy added in!????? I'm bouncing off the walls

LESSON 43 SPOILERS

It starts the next day after Solomon nearly kills MC with Mammon waking up looking for breakfast while complaining about the sun (fair enough) he gets annoyed when no one else is up, breakfast is not made and MC is the only one he finds. MC (with what I can only presume is a ridiculous eyebrow wiggle) says 'guess it's just you and me huh?....all alone....' Mammon blushes and says 'that literally cannot be the first thing I hear from you in the morning you're gonna give me a boner' (he actually says something like 'yeah...but don't say sweet, romantic stuff to me first thing in the morning cause you're gonna get me excited')

Mammon complains about the others sleeping in late and says he's gonna not so gently wake them up (this shit validates my HC that Mammon's an early bird and I dunno it just makes me happy) Mammon, with MC trailing behind him, goes to find his brothers. Lucifer is still asleep in his room, Mammon says this is probably a sign pointing to the beginning of the end, Lucifer says 'actually I'm dying cause the scent and flavour of Solomon's food bubbled up in the middle of the night so I'm going the fuck to sleep good night'. Satan wonders what exactly Solomon's food is cause it was able to not have an effect for hours and then suddenly come up again to kill them - he then passes out. Belphie is by Beel's bedside screaming at him to not go into the light, Mammon wonders if maybe Beel's just dying of hunger and Beel says there's no way in hell he's gonna eat anything and Mammon calls Beel out on being an imposter, Beel collapses on the bed and Belpie laments the fact that Beel's dying and that there's nothing he can do. Mammon says 'ugh bro you look like ya gonna die too' and Belphie says 'yeah well i feel like I'm gonna die ever since i ate some custard as a midnight snack and actually maybe it wasn't custard...maybe it was some weird as dessert solomon made cool cool cool i'm gonna pass out too'. Beel says 'Me too' and mammon wonders about the power behind Solomon's cooking. Levi I'm assuming is dead cause no matter how much Mammon pounded on his door and asked him to say something there was no reply so RIP. Asmo blames Mammon for getting sick, cause the bottled water Mammon brought for Asmo when he asked for it the previous night was probably some weird concoction Solomon made. Apparently Asmo's been hearing things ever since he drank it. He also despairs not being able to go the cafe with MC before collapsing on his bed. Mammon considers the fact that Solomon's food should probably be classified as a lethal weapon. Later in the corridor Mammon says that it seems like MC and Mammon are the only ones who came outta this unharmed but like MC nearly died the previous night so what the fuck is your stomach made out of Mammon!? When MC asks this he says he has no fucking clue either but it looks like their entire fridge is now a nuclear waste dump and that they should probably go get some food and medicine (you know these idiots are never gonna return and the others are gonna die).

They go to the Angel's Halo but it's still closed and they decide to come back later, MC ever the opportunist says 'hey ik your brothers are like dying rn and that sucks but ugh wanna make this a date?' And Mammon who has to live with 6 others who are in love with the same person as him and are constant cockblocks says 'shit yeah them being on death's door will probably be the only time we can spend time together without the others breathing down our necks, guess we gotta actually thank -the devs and their massive soft spot for Mammon- Solomon'. Mammon tells MC stories about the other times the brothers were sick, smiling about how they always take things to the extreme (levi had a slight fever and freaked out and turned Henry into Lotan, Asmo had a cold and all his fans came to the house to take care of him and it turned into a party). He says since they are in the human world now they wouldn't have to worry about anything too crazy...then he ruins it by basically saying 'probably'. They go to buy medicine with Lucifer's credit card. MC can ask him how he got it and he'll say it's fine cause they'll just buy food and medicine and only a few things for himself. Or MC can say 'yeah but would medicine actually help?' and Mammon will say 'good point considering it's Solomon's food but we might as well throw some pepto bismol at it and hope for the best.' While heading to the market, Mammon starts blushing about how MC and him heading to the market to buy groceries for dinner sorta feels like something newlyweds would do and hwuidhqowsho8ef7ydjb I'M SCREECHING!? Look me in the eye and tell me this man doesn't have a whole ass colour coded wedding planner aihdhwgdxugz he probably started making it a week after meeting MC. So they head to the market and I shit you not I screamed cause the butcher WHO FUCKING GAVE ADVICE TO MC & BEEL ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP calls out to MC. LOOK I joked about this happening last time but I didn't actually think it would???? and not this fast either! I thought i was gonna have to write a fic about this poor Butcher but solmare's really just giving it to me for free huh? When the butcher greets MC Mammon asks if he knows them and the butcher says that they stopped by the previous day (and look this part is kinda silly and self indulgent but some random as butcher just casually using they/them pronouns made me so happy???). The butcher then asks what the occasion is and if MC is inviting their friend to a party.  Mammon, sweet beautiful Mammon goes word for word "Friend? Me? Nah, nah, I ain't just a friend.   The two of us LIVE together." Bro at this point I'm in actual tears just imagining this whole scenario. the butcher stutters out an "Ah, I...I see..." MC has a horrid flashback to the previous day of the butcher happily giving them relationship advice for Beel. The Butcher and MC just silently stare at each other for a sec before MC goes "um so yeah ik that happened yesterday but see this one is the one I'm actually serious about." Mammon goes "hey!? wtf who's the OTHER one!?" Then to the poor butcher says "listen up, Me & MC are a THING, got it? so yeah MC's gonna show up with not one, not two but with six other hot guys at some point who are all gonna act like they're a couple BUT it doesn't mean anything  got it!? Specially if 'it's a real evil, sinister-lookin' dude with a huge ego and a heart as black as night' that guy especially doesn't mean shit to MC". The butcher says "o-okay". Anyway I desperately need this to be a running gag. Mammon later in really happy that the butcher thought they were a couple and living together and then Mammon who I'm 100% certain at this point has his and MC's entire lives together planned out starts blushing and sighing and saying how he really wishes it was just the two of them living together, sleeping in the same room (bruh I think it's implied enough to assume you already do this half the time), spending the whole day together and staying by each other's sides and how just the thought of all that is nice enough that he can't fight a smile. MC's stomach, much to mammon's dismay, ruins his daydreams by reminding everyone that they haven't had breakfast yet. They decide rather than waiting for the cafe to open to go get something to eat.

They decide to stop at a deli with a line of customers and I think I said this in my answer to your previous ask but I kinda just assumed Mammon would be the most comfortable in the human world and how it was kinda shown when they went to get pizza and later Asmo's dessert that he was able to act the most normal and actually noted when the others were acting weird and tried to reign them in. And that it was probably cause of how much he went to the human world for the witches and MC actually brings it up! They can either say that he seems pretty at home in the human world and he says something like 'oh? I'm just acting like I normally would' or they can ask him if he eats at delis a lot and he says that whenever he gets hungry while he's in the human world for the witches he'll stop at a deli cause it's easy. He kinda gets a sad look while talking about the witches and for once MC gets to turn the tables and be the jealous one. They can ask him if he has pacts with anyone besides them and he says 'no obviously not, do you think I went around making pacts with random people' ....except MC was a random person when he made a pact with them and I've always thought Mammon started getting a crush after making a pact but do you think he was kinda subconsciously curious even prior to it despite how much he tried to get rid of them? MC can also say "witches, huh...?" And mammon goes 'jyggfsdyugadsyu wait are you actually jealous!?" he then leughs, calls MC a dummy and asks how they could be jealous of the witches. AND!! this part made me so happy cause they only mentioned it once before in the main storyline but it was important enough that they had a whole backstory UR card for it and I was wondering if they'd bring it up now since they were in the human world - mammon gets all sad and says there's a reason he can't refuse the witches. he kinda hesitates around telling them that he borrowed some money, and they took over some of his debts and "...And some other stuff, too" (Me, banging my fists on the table: SHOW ME HIS CHILD SOLMARE! PLS! LET MC HAVE A DAUGHTER! or at least give me a name) MC asks if Lucifer knows about this, Mammon says he probably does cause lucifer's his big brother and you can't keep any secrets from your big brother. then he sighs and says he wishes he could live in the human world forever cause he wouldn't have to listen to lucifer's lectures anymore. He seems to realise what exactly he implied cause he goes silent and starts blushing and starts stuttering through saying that what he actually means is that if MC really wants him to stay with them then he might be willing to. They're interrupted by customers talking about a rumour that drinking coffee from the new cafe would make the person you have a crush on fall madly in love with you so obviously Mammon says fuck the deli and drags MC away to the cafe. MC sighs about Mammon being really easy to read. Mammon seems to finally remember that he's supposed to be a tsundere and says him suddenly wanting coffee has nothing to do with the rumour so don't you dare think that and it's not like he's gonna chug their coffee just so MC would fall madly in love with him. MC quite literally goes 'no you' and says well sure you won't chug the coffee but i will and then you'll fall madly in love with me. Mammon, blushing and stuttering, says 'okay but you gotta warn me before saying stuff like that cause it could literally kill me also wtf 'I'm sorta ALREADY madly in love with you...' if you make me fall any harder we're both screwed." He then walks into Luke.

Luke looks adorable!??????????? Before realising who it is Mammon snaps at him to watch where he's going and then goes speechless. Luke says he saw a couple arguing and came to check it out cause they looked like trouble (can't believe Simeon sent a child to scope out a suspicious couple screaming in the middle of the sidewalk about who loves the other the most). Mammon takes offense at the arguing comment and Luke brushes him off to instead talk to Mc about not seeing them in a long time. Mammon snaps at being brushed off and Luke just completely ignores him to hug MC and keep talking about how it's really MC. Mammon does he whole 'no hugging, no getting close, no staring I don't want your germs on MC' routine. MC ignores him and tells Luke that they really missed him, Luke says he missed them too and that actually he missed MC 100X whatever amount they missed him and that he planned on getting in touch with them but the grand opening had them busy. Inside the cafe they meet Simeon who is happily surprised that MC and Mammon are their first customers but that they aren't supposed to open yet. MC asks them what the cafe is about and they say it's a cover for them while they are in the human world and when MC then asks them why they're here Simeon says that Michael appointed him to coordinate relations between the human world and celestial realm. MC and Mammon's stomachs start growling loud enough to resemble Beel's and Simeon offers them breakfast when they remember they haven't eaten. MC catches them up on what's happened and Luke and Simeon laugh about MC now officially being the brothers' babysitter. Mammon says that the angels are really starting to get on his nerves and what they really came for was the coffee that everyone's talking about.

Simeon says that it's just a stupid rumour. MC says but wouldn't it be good for business. Simeon says yeah but since the cafe is just a cover they don't really care about making money and that as angels marketing under a false advertisement is something he can't condone. mammon asks how a rumour like that started and Simeon says that a girl had accidentally walked into the cafe thinking it was some other place and he had given her a free cup of coffee just to see if their new brew tasted good. the girl had later had unexpected, dramatic good luck in her romantic life and had spread the rumour. MC asks if this means Simeon has cupid like powers. Simeon says that he doesn't have that kind of powers, though some angels do. Luke says that angels possess powers from the moment they are born but like humans who are good at some things and bad at others, certain angels can only do certain things with their powers and that angels are assigned a rank based on how skilled they are at what they can do. Simeon's an archangel. Archangels serve as warriors in the celestial realm. And this is really interesting cause it means that Simeon actually fought against the brothers during the war and was not just a passive bystander. It also means Mammon was probably an archangel cause of his 'warrior' card and probably the only archangel from his brothers considering they don't have similar cards. Mammon teases Luke about just being a lower level grunt and Luke says that's still just in training and in the process of determining what he's good at meaning he's not been assigned a rank yet. Simeon says that since Michael expects great things from Luke that'll be really successful. Mammon teases Luke about how if he works hard and aims for the stars he might one day be on the top - a seraph (If this is the highest rank does this mean that's what Michael and Lucifer were?). Luke says that he's actually hoping to be a principality, which mammon laughs about. Simeon finally serves breakfast and talks about wanting to find a way to squash the rumour. MC offers to help and Mammon (rightfully) calls them out on sticking their nose where it doesn't belong again and says he's not gonna help unless they offer to pay him in gold. MC uses puppy dog eyes. It's super effective. Man actually starts blushing and panting and gasping before he gives up and agrees to help. pls sir there's a child here. Simeon calls out Mammon for being a hopeless simp (he actually just says "You really do adore Mc, don't you Mammon?") Luke says MC and Mammon are fucking disgusting and if he watches another second of this BS he's gonna hurl.

while brainstorming about how exactly they are gonna spread a rumour about the first rumour not being true Mammon says that if people saw a couple drink the coffee and instantly break up it might work but hahah it's not like you have one of those. Simeon thinks it's a brilliant idea. MC agrees and Mammon who has probably never been complimented for his plans combusts before pulling it together and puts on his confident narcissistic persona. Luke and Simeon eye up MC and Mammon as their potential couple. Mammon refuses cause he doesn't want to fight with MC even if it's just an act. Simeon offers for their breakfast to be on the house if Mammon agrees and Mammon says he already assumed it was (I mean so did I...). MC says they would really like Mammon to be their partner for this and obviously he instantly blushes and caves in. Luke calls MC out on being a manipulative little shit. Simeon asks MC and Mammon to practice a breakup before the customers come. MC can either start with 'there's something I want to tell you...' - Mammon asks if that's the way they are gonna start and then gets sad and asks them to reconfirm if this is actually an act. or they can start with 'ugh! I can't take it anymore!', and mammon gets shocked and then sad cause he says that since there are so many things wrong with him he can't decide what they are upset about and HOLY SHIT can we get this man some therapy!????? MC gets to pick one outta three problems. 1. He needs to return what he borrowed from them - he says he will eventually. 2. he needs to stand up to lucifer for once - he says he would if he could but each time he tries lucifer just gets worse. 3. he needs to just come out and admit he loves them - he blushes and says not in front of the angels and that he'll do it when they are alone. He then growls and says he has complaints too and that there's a lot he wants to say. he then starts dishing out actual grievances while Simeon and luke awkwardly watch. Luke says something along the lines of 'uhh i don't think he's acting anymore'. Mammon while blushing and sad says that MC is always flirting with others, and asks why they stay up gaming with levi all night, or why they let Asmo touch them all the time,  and why they let Belphie sleep on their lap without offering Mammon to do so, And how he absolutely hates the way they lock eyes with Lucifer and just smile and how he doesn't even want them to breathe in front of Lucifer and can we pls talk about the complex Mammon has regarding Lucifer? Lucifer really just took all his trauma and daddy issues and passed it on to his kids huh? Mammon again while blushing says he wants nothing to do with someone like MC and that it's over he then tries to growl at them but he fails cause "Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you, MC! And I'll NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!" and god this man is so soft my insides are melting i can't deal with this shit. Simeon sighs about Mammon being useless ((((Probably while Mammon and MC cling on to each other and cry about having to fake break up with each other i dunno they're both pretty useless))))

Since the whole fake breakup thing failed the cafe is packed and Simeon has MC and Mammon working for him during the rush. Satan and Beel end up walking in, when MC asks them how they are doing they both say they are better. Satan had found a curse that ended up transferring all his illness to someone he hates (RIP Lucifer i guess) and Beel's stomach is strong enough that he got over it quicker than the rest. Despite insisting they're only here as paying customers Simeon puts them to work with a sweet smile and a dark purple aurora reminiscent of Lucifer's and a flash of lightening (I love how they keep revealing that Simeon is secretly terrifying) with the reasoning that the cafe is flooded cause Mammon couldn't fake breakup with MC and as Mammon's brothers it's their duty to help out. Beel cries about having to work without being given to eat but is too terrified to actually protest. Mammon suggests MC and him sneaking away now that Satan and Beel are there, MC gives their best impression of Lucifer yelling Mammon (which considering it's previously fooled both Beel and Mammon is probably really good) and he gets back to work

back in their sitting room at home the four of them are beat, though Beel is happy considering he ate all the BLT sandwiches Simeon gave them as payment. Satan says it's a surprise to see the angels here and Mammon tells them about how Michael wants them to coordinate relations between the human world and celestial realm, Satan says that's sus cause that's usually a job for dominions not archangels and that it probably means that Michael is planning something. Mammon says "so you mean he's plotting something again?" . MC can ask about Michael from 1. Mammon - He says he's a demon masquerading as an angel. And that the punishments he gave Mammon gave him shiver, though Satan says that Mammon earned those punishments. Still doesn't excuse the fact that an angel was able to deliver punishments that can still make a demon who had to survive with Lucifer's punishments shiver... 2. Satan - Satan says that back then he was still just a part of Lucifer and could only see the world through Lucifer's eyes. He says that Michael was everything that humans imagine an angel to be and more and that he had a certain presence about him. Beel says the same could be said about Lucifer. 3. Beel -  he said he smelled tasty.......like sweets. Mammon says that he was always eating sweet stuff. Mammon says that Michael was A LOT like Lucifer. Satan says that while they were the polar opposite in terms of appearance it felt like they were twins. Mammon says that Michael was crazy about Lucifer (I mean he still has a weird shrine for him so yeah...) and that he really cared about lucifer. Satan says that it's cause Lucifer embodied everything Michael wasn't but wished to be and that he projected himself onto lucifer. Beel says they should probably open up an umbrella. Mammon goes wtf and Beel says cause it's raining. Mammon goes 'bro wtf we're inside'. Satan goes 'actually wait no I'm getting wet'. MC notes a leak in the ceiling, above which is Asmo's bathroom. They've been in this Mansion for little over a week and it's already leaking...

That's the end of the lesson. I'll post screenshots of Luke and Simeon's outfits in a bit. Cause they've been talking about Michael's appearance and personality and cause at the end of the last season he told MC he'll meet them soon do you think we'll actually get to see him? Is it bad that the angels scare me more than the demons? Since they brought up the witches while in the human world do you think we'll get to meet them/have more backstory? hdgudysidhzsjb I loved this lesson and I have so many questions that need to be answered... Let me know what you think!

[initiumseries]

CAOS Part 3 - review

Uh, okay, so I think by now, we all know this show is terrible. Netflix gives showrunners a lot of creative freedom, and I think, for better writers, you could get some really interesting content, but they just seem to keep giving these assholes who wrote the travesty called Riverdale, so many opportunities to make more shitty television, and I feel like they really deserve to be limited in their ability to create/write if not stopped completely and thrown into a well with Julie Plec.  Anyway, I’ll try to break this down as best as I can into different piles of shit and this will contain spoilers:

Characters

Prudence and Ambrose

So, to be really honest, I watch this show exclusively for Prudence and Ambrose. Because, well, look at them: 

I wish they had more chemistry because they are super hot together, and I still ship it. A young Black couple? On TV? In this sea of shitty interracial relationships? I’ll take it. Anyway, of course, the progression of their relationship is ridiculous and frustrating. Ambrose decides at the last minute, not to kill Father Blackwood because he has a weird time egg thing that they don’t really understand, also he has the twins under some weird mind control for no clear reason, so they stay their hands. It doesn’t make sense, but it becomes clear, Father Blackwood has an insane amount of plot armour and ultimately would have to serve as a vessel for Satan. Father Blackwood uses the manipulated mind of the other weird sister to sic her on the coven, and she ends up killing Dorkus, whom Prudence finds. She then blames Ambrose for not allowing her to kill FB, and they break up. Now...this would kinda make sense, if not for the fact that they trapped one of the pagan witches and forced her to change everyone back, but no one bothered to do anything about the mentally ill witch who you all strapped up for a reason? Lol ok. Seems like an oversight on your part Prudence, but...okay. Clearly manufactured breakups are exhausting, especially since [young] Black couples with no serious relationship dysfunction are now an endangered species. It’s also frustrating because we barely got to see them....*be* together, especially after they returned home. 

Nick & Sabrina

So, I know from the beginning, we were supposed to believe that Nick and Sabrina had that kind of, Bad Guy, seduces the girl Good Girl, luring her into the dark side, hot, intense, passionate relationship. But their lack of chemistry and really shitty acting just made them really dry (which I get into here). I don’t believe them, and I definitely don’t believe that Sabrina would, once again, break a shit ton of rules to get Nick back. I just don’t buy that they had that kind of an intense, desperately in love, kind relationship, because they do not look all that comfortable around each other, much less in love. 

I personally find Sabrina utterly unlikeable as a main character, largely because who IS she? She has no personality, she just does whatever the plot needs her to do in the moment, and the actress makes Sabrina appear smug and unremorseful while she fucks up everyone’s lives. There is a lot of exposition of everyone telling us she’s this power hungry, manipulative character, but we never see that. She just does stuff and everyone is all “Sabrina how could you?!” and there are never, ever any consequences. I would have liked to see her push so hard to get Nick back and the struggle being, sure she wants him back, but mostly she’s doing it because she can. But that’s not what happens. 

So Nick ends up in this weird drug addiction, alcohol, sex demon spiral because he has parts of Satan still in him and it all just falls so flat and lame, because this show is SO bad at pacing, and these actors suck, so nothing is believable. The idea of him scrubbing his club foot, having nightmares, suffering PTSD, is fine, the execution was trash. Nick sees Caliban and Sabrina have one interaction and he’s like WELL, GUESS I GOTTA CHEAT. And just ends up in some S&M situation with sex demons and heavily self medicating, but none of this has any weight, and we don’t really see him...spiralling. He just immediately resorts to these things and it has no real impact on anyone or even him really, and that’s it. 

Harvey and Roz

Uh, they’re probably the most confusing match here, because there is no lead up to their relationship, there’s not suggestion, there’s no pacing. Just BOOM, we’re into each other now. BOOM, Roz is the only sexually active person in her friend group (lol of course the Black girl is sexually active. Gotta maintain white innocence at all costs), so she’s just ready to jump Harvey’s bones any second now. So of course, the show punishes her by having the pagans turn her to stone. And as if that’s not bad enough...

Which I talk about here and here, because honestly I’m just sick of this show’s antiblackness.  Theo & that other guy

So I was watching this unfold like, yeeaahh, they’re gonna make the trans guy get with the enemy aren’t they? And yes, they did. Cool, they didn’t kill him off, but I’m still perplexed at how Theo isn’t even a little upset that this guy was basically sent to infiltrate his friend group and sat by while his people harmed Theo’s friends, and also...used him? Like...we just...are gonna...gloss over that because he changed his mind? Lol ok. Sure.

Mambo Marie and suddenly Zelda?

I...I mean her name is Mambo Marie. I love the idea of Black witches finding Black spirituality and magicks through Vodun and a Hatian Priestess. But they quickly undo that, by ensuring that Mambo Marie only teaches Prudence in the presence of these white witches. And we see her...doing...an African drum circle (eye roll), only to be interrupted by the High Priestess of White Feminism, Zelda Spellman. It quickly devolves into thinly veiled racism where Zelda doesn’t trust Marie because she’s Catholic (says the woman who worships Satan, has an anti Pope and prays to Lilith with the same prayer for Mary mother of Jesus? LOL. Not even unpacking the fact that Vodun is an African spirituality having 0 roots in catholicism WHITE WRITERS). Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Marie and Zelda are a thing for no reason? After the way Zelda treated her? Why did Marie even stay? This isn’t her problem. This is a white witch problem. Okay. That’s too much to unpack. 

Plot

So, my biggest problem with almost all Netflix English programming is that they are so obsessed with aesthetics, and don’t pay enough attention to actual character chemistry, plot, story flow, details, pacing etc. Like...things that actually make stories interesting to watch. So they slap all these people together and throw them into aesthetically pleasing backgrounds, shake it up with so much exposition that nothing actually happens, and are like BEHOLD A STORY. And CAOS is *especially* guilty for this.

First of all those musical breaks were annoying as fuck. Musicals serve 2 story functions: advancing the plot or telling a story. These musical numbers did neither and were honestly ridiculously gratuitous, highly annoying and totally pointless.

What time of year is this? Why are we having pep rallies and how the fuck and when did Sabrina and Roz join the cheeleading squad, and why?

for the aesthetics and not for any real plot reason. It just seems stupid because now I don’t know how much time has passed between Nick going to hell and this, because you’re all handling it like it’s been a few weeks and is still relatively fresh, but suddenly, Theo, Harvey and Roz are in a garage band? You’re a cheerleader? For what? Since when? Why? These choices introduce more questions than they answer and serve no narrative purpose. So much wasted time on shit that doesn’t matter. 

Sabrina is supposed to be fighting Caliban (who is literally the only person she has chemistry with on this show and they killed him bc ofc they did), for her seat on the throne, and yet the trials only seem to come up when it’s convenient, and also seem to be directly related to her dealings with her coven, which is also convenient.  I’m so confused about Satan. His powers come from being a celestial being, and so, because his coven mistreats him he’s like...lol okay, well fuck you guys and goes through all these convoluted small motions to greatly inconvenience them and withdraws his powers? This is so petty and pathetic. Also, what’s the point? He could just wipe them out and start over, instead of skulking around inside FB then suddenly decides to track down Lilith. Again, convoluted. This plot is all over the place. Why does Satan need Sabrina to be Queen of Hell in the first place? He seems perfectly healthy. Why can’t he just rule it? Like...that makes no sense. What is he gonna do? Retire? WHAT is going ON?

How did Sabrina come back in time to herself stuck in stone? Is that trip to Pontius Pilate (lol) supposed to have created a loophole for her to save herself and everyone? This is giving me hardcore Twilight Breaking Dawn vibes, where, the show finally, FINALLY gets interesting, there’s real stakes, shit is actually happening instead of everyone talking about things happening (Hilda ending up killing her fiance was literally the only time I felt something watching this show because it was genuinely sad, and well acted, and Hilda coming through with that doll at the end was pretty disturbing, I’ll give them that), and ofc, Sabrina goes back in time and undoes it all. Lol. Okay. God forbid there be real consequences to anything on this show.

Final thoughts

Once again, the white feminism runs high on this show. They treat this Black Vodun Priestess Marie, like garbage, allude to her “foreign” magic, but Marie is sitting here like “we’re not men, we’re women, let’s work together.” This is why I hate white writers writing for Black characters. Black characters should have Black motivations, and a Black Vodun Priestess, should know that white women and Black women do not have aligned motivations just because they share a gender. Once they started with the bullshit right from her arrival, she should have handed Prudence her card and peaced tf out. Instead she tolerates the isolation, ostracization and thinly veiled racism...and decides to stay, and help. WHY? Marie has gained nothing by sticking around helping these ungrateful ass witches. I honestly would have preferred Prudence asking her to stay to learn more about Vodun, and them building a mentor/mentee type of relationship, especially since Prudence was the one who invited her and stepped to Zelda to defend her. I want(ed) to see that relationship go somewhere. The deliberate denial of healthy Black female friendships on tv is frustrating.

 These witches finally finding their power in their ancestors and I donno, some female creator or whatever, reminds me of white women “finding” wicca and praying to “Gaia”, (reminds me of BTVS s4 when Willow joins the wicca group) which is basically what happened but lol okay whatever. I guess they aren’t satanic witches anymore. Lol, I love how Harvey and Roz and Theo are teenagers, human teenagers, who have lead largely normal teenage lives up until this point, but see their loved ones tortured, deformed or murdered in hell, with basically no residual issues, and are all like, YES, let’s roll up on these adults with shotguns and swords and kill the FUCK outta these people!! That absolutely sounds normal! Like...what? Lol. God this is just so bad.

Also, I’m so confused by this aesthetic choice for Sabrina as Queen of Hell. Like what the fuck. Why is she dressed like a Victorian era queen, with shoulder and a broken rib bodice? What?!

This show is truly awful, this season made no more sense than the last two and now that Prudence and Ambrose aren’t together, I might be done watching. 

-20/10