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bbnibini · 4 years ago

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PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – sixty-one🔖

[ Tell Satan ]

(Satan’s affection +15)

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Satan: 100♡/100♡

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Lucifer: 5♡/100♡

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Do you trust him? Well, of course you do! And you knew he trusted you just as much!

What could it be that even Lucifer seemed really bothered about it? Well, you’d know eventually, so you prioritized dragging everyone’s ass to go with you instead. Lucifer said “any of my brothers whom you trust”, which is his vague way of telling you to bring everyone anyway. Sometimes you wish he would tone down on his cryptic remarks—your brain big dum dum.

“We’re going to Barbatos’ Estate,” was received with mixed reactions. Some were curious, some were outright annoyed (mostly Belphie who didn’t appreciate being woken up), and then there’s a really rare response from Levi who looked at you and said, “Wait, you’re going there too?” And when asked about his business there, grew incredibly tight-lipped.

“What’s going on?” Satan asked you on the way, and you leaned on his ear and said, “I don’t know either, but Lucifer said it’s something important.”

“Huh…”

“Any ideas?”

From the look on his face, it seemed like he has. But before he can share his thoughts to you, you have already arrived. Sometimes you forget that Barbatos was one of the highest-ranking demons in Devildom due to his subdued demeanor—a duke at that, which from your many readings of cheesy shoujo isekais is at least ML or even second ML material.

“Barbatos is pretty amazing!” You’ve never been to his estate before, so seeing it in all its glory was a feast to your eyes. Satan laughed at your side and told you that you’re gawking, but you couldn’t help it! It’s them who were weird! How can something so fancy be normal to them?

There were servants that greeted you as you arrived by the gates, and a man who introduced himself as the butler (a butler having his own butler! :0) guided you to “Lord Barbatos’ study”. He said fancier words that you couldn’t fully understand, and interpreted it as “follow me, peasant” which seemed to be its correct translation. Speaking of peasant…

“I’m pretty sure Mammon just stole a figurine nearby…”

Satan sighed and shook his head. “Leave him. You’ll see.”

You didn’t see anything, but you heard something alright. In fact, you haven’t heard anyone scream so ghoulishly in your life until Mammon. You smelled something burning too, but Beelzebub, who had been walking at the other side next to you covered your eyes.

“This happens every time we come here. He’ll be okay.” He said, warning you not to open your eyes, and you, being you who trusted them didn’t open your eyes until the butler announced that you have arrived.

“Please wait here, esteemed guests and I shall inform them of your arrival.” You were curtsied to. Curtsied to!

“I-is this how Lord Diavolo feels?! Everyday?!” Your voice trembled with excitement, and you looked at every one of your companions (along with a grumbling Mammon lagging behind) with sparkling eyes.

“I can see your tail wagging from behind.” (Satan)

You punched him lightly on the shoulder and his smile only widened. Sure, Barbatos acted similarly to his own butler, but Barbatos is Barbatos. You haven’t had actual servants waiting on you before.

“Thank you for your patience, esteemed guests. Please come inside.”

You were promised tea and snacks as the butler left, opening the double doors to see shelves of books with gilded letters at every spine, a chandelier adorned with some fancy sparkly stuff overhead, and some other expensive looking items that Mammon was eyeing with the same, appreciative eyes as yours (although for an entirely different reason). Lucifer sat on one of the chairs nearby, reading stapled pieces of paper, while Barbatos sat behind his desk, spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose.

“I see, so you’ve brought my brothers.” Lucifer placed down the stack of papers on the table and gestured a hand over the vacant chair. “This will take a while, so why don’t you sit down?”

You noticed another figure from the window’s reflection; a mop of white hair scanning one of the bookshelves with a solemn face.

“Solomon, they’re already here. Do your research later.”

“…”

Lucifer sighed, then looked at all of you before standing up. “Barbatos, can you take over?”

Barbatos nodded and faced all of you, while Lucifer literally dragged Solomon by the collar, still concentrated on his reading.

Noticing curious eyes at the spectacle, Barbatos nodded in understanding and explained, “He has a tendency to space out when he’s concentrated on something; a walking hazard when left alone.”

Huh. You didn’t know that. So Solomon had a rather clumsy side to him.

“I apologise for summoning all of you in such short notice, but this matter is rather important.”

“So I was right,” Satan muttered, causing Barbatos to raise an inquiry.

“Were you informed prior?”

“No, merely an observation. Of course I didn’t know the specifics.”

“Ah, that actually makes an interesting introduction. Do you mind telling us what you know from what you have observed?”

Oh. ohhh…Barbatos shouldn’t have asked that. You love your boyfriend, sure. When he nerds out, it’s adorable to you but…

“I’m so glad you asked!” Okay, he is adorable. From his close-eyed smile to his air gestures imitating some noir detective procuring a pipe and placing it near his lips…

....but this doesn’t fit the seriousness you expected from the urgency of your summons.

“It’s simple really. Rather, it’s elementary,” You heard Levi mutter “chuuni” under his breath while holding back his laughter and you pinched his side to shut him up. A yelp of pain almost let out from him, if not for Lucifer helpfully glaring at him and encouraging him to say another peep. One brother making an embarrassment of him in front of his friend is already enough.

Satan really went all out with his explanations, taking notice of even the slightest of Lucifer’s misstep that any ordinary person would normally brush off. You heard about his suspicions of Solomon being involved, and the said sorcerer only smiled at you when you looked at him. ‘Guess Satan was right about that’ you thought, then turned to Levi who had now been your boyfriend’s new object of suspicion. The snake demon sputtered, conscious of being on the spotlight—even hiding behind you as if you were an effective shield.

“You’ve been making contact with Barbatos lately. Which was strange. You never make contact with anyone—“

“I have friends, just so you know!”

“Online friends and them do not count.” Pertaining to you.

You saw bullets of sweat gather from Levi’s face, desperately looking at the spectacled Barbatos for a lifeline, which the time bending demon happily obliged upon being requested. “It seems you’re going off topic, Satan. Is Leviathan’s personal matters of importance? Especially when it seems you have an idea of what’s going on now?”

Satan looked almost sheepish as he realised it himself, clearing his throat and returning to his seat. Now that your boyfriend had calmed down, Barbatos returned to explaining the situation. “Satan’s observations are frighteningly accurate. As he had already mentioned, we had been working from behind the scenes. It was not our intention to keep things from you, but we have decided it was the best course of action, until of course the situation was resolved—which was only recently.” Along with tea and snacks, some documents were left by the butler on the table; and you were thankful you cooled your tea first before sipping it. Reading those reports had NOT been a pleasant experience. Satan had to hold you and soothe your back to get you to calm down and reorganise your thoughts. Photographs and photographs of your family, your friends and the unspeakable things—

“What the hell is goin’ on?!”

Mammon was your voice of reason, your thoughts and feelings being conveyed by his bursts of anger.

“They’re just human! The hell does Lord Diavolo’s enemies got ta do with them?!”

“We feared this kind of reaction from all you, which was why we told you now that the situation is resolved.” Lucifer warned Mammon to keep his voice down, reminding him of your current disturbed state. Satan continued soothing you and reassuring you it was fine, but…you couldn’t feel anything. So, were you playing around and being blissfully ignorant while Lucifer and the others are sacrificing sleep and their precious free time to protect you?! But then again, what would knowing do when you were powerless? You struggled to keep your emotions in check, looking lost and confused as you met eyes with Lucifer who only looked back at you with an unreadable expression. You saw him open his mouth, as if he were saying something. Only when you felt tears streaming from your eyes did you begin to hear,

“…sorry.”, sounding almost rueful coming from the firstborn.

“No…I should be sorry…I caused trouble for everyone…”

Satan hugged you tightly and shushed your self-deprecating words. He kissed your tear-stained eyes without giving a damn about public displays of affection. He only wanted you to feel better.

“Barbatos’ underlings have already distributed the antidote to your family. And you…you’ve been taking small doses of them in your meals.” Solomon said, turning to Satan. “You must have found it strange that Lucifer had been taking kitchen duty quite frequently, didn’t you?”

“So that’s why…” (Satan)

“You should be grateful. I barely even cook for myself.”(Lucifer)

You can see it, everyone trying to hold back. Protecting you again in their own ways. It was in the way Belphie listened intently, fighting the urge to fall asleep. In Beel holding and keeping Mammon in place, the said avatar of greed angrier for your sake than yourself. In Asmo who sent you supportive glances while holding Satan’s hand on his other side, as he noticed your boyfriend on the verge of leaking out anger from his thin veneer of composure. Lucifer was unquestionably protective too, albeit misguided for deciding things for you. Barbatos as well—you felt that he cared for you. Whether that care was for you as an individual or as Lord Diavolo’s important guest did not matter. Solomon accepted your request to tutor Mammon despite his injury and busy schedule without a single complaint.

“Thank you, everyone.” You weakly smiled at them, still addled and confused, but you knew better now than to dwell on things that already happened. “Can I be honest?”

“Of course.” (Barbatos)

“…will I be okay from now on? My family too?”

You felt relieved to see Barbatos nod, no matter the remnants of doubt still hanging heavily on your heart. Unfortunately for you, Satan was keen to notice, his next words you didn’t expect.

“I’ll go back with them. To the human realm, of course."

How did he know? Did your fears show on your face? He held you closer towards him, your shoulders touching. “You can drop me out of RAD. I don’t care. Clearly this isn’t entirely over yet.”

His outrageous proposal was received by his other brothers favourably; everyone else offered to drop out as well, worried about your safety. Only Lucifer remained silent, not quite angry but instead, expectant. He levelled their apprehensiveness with his composure, voice clear and unfeeling. “I expected all of you to say that. Not to worry. I’ve already arranged your prolonged leave of absence…Satan. Everyone else can visit them if need be.”

There was opposition (mostly from Mammon aka your Guardian Demon), of course. But Lucifer reasoned that Satan made the most sensible choice.

“We have already made arrangements for your accommodations in the human realm; an alias as well—.” You laughed when you saw Satan’s brows knit at the name Helel in his false documents, knowing the name was of Lucifer’s choosing. Barbatos, Lucifer and Solomon took turns on briefing everyone about the situation, and from what pieces of conversation + information relayed to you, you began to understand:

Lord Diavolo’s reign was not received unanimously. The Demon King’s slumber caused a divide between noble factions, bourgeoisie and even the commoners. Your stay in Devildom was mostly peaceful due to the cooperation of numerous people, most especially Lucifer and his brothers, whose reputation in Devildom was enough of a silent declaration not to mess with you.

“However, some were foolish enough to target you anyway, no matter how well you are protected.” Solomon said. “...mostly the fallen kingdoms salvaged by the Demon King before his slumber. They do not recognise his son to be their new master.”

“Wait—“ you recognised his phrasing and Solomon only smiled sadly. “You should not compare Devildom to Human Realm’s ethics. It’s not as cruel as you think it is.”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone with 72 demon pacts.”

You saw his lips tighten for a bit, followed by a forced laughter. “You’re right. I apologise."

“???” You said it jokingly, so why did it feel like you should be the one to apologise instead?

“This and that are different matters anyway,” Lucifer interrupted. “Just know that you are safe now, and Satan will accompany you for an indefinite amount of time until we are entirely sure no one is targeting you anymore.”

The meeting went by a blur after that. Lucifer said many more complicated things, and even had a message for each of his brothers, which he relayed on a faraway corner of the room. Whatever they talked about, it must have been serious, for even the most cheerful of the Demon Brothers had solemn expressions when they returned to their seat. And even as Barbatos thanked all of you for coming, signalling the end of your briefing, you can feel it---there was tension still lingering in the room even as you turned to leave.

“You’re not coming, Levi?”

“!!!”

Your best friend averted eye contact. “I-I’ll go home by myself.”

Oh right, he did say he had some business with Barbatos.

“You want Satan and I to wait for you?”

“N-no…” Levi stuttered. “I’ll be fine! Just go.”

Weeeeird but okay. Even Satan, who usually had all the answers seemed lost.

The uncertain danger you will face aside, your remaining days in Devildom had been relatively peaceful. Everyone was out of hot water once the final exam results were posted, boasting scores that were significantly higher than their usual—Mammon as well was safe from Lucifer’s punishments, and when you thanked Solomon for his help on tutoring Mammon, he only gave a curt reply, not bothering to make any more conversation. Typical him, you supposed. You weren’t really close.

Levi was still tight-lipped about his frequent visits to Barbatos; even with your numerous bribes and insistences, he didn’t entertain your curiosity. It almost felt like he was embarrassed.

“L-leave me aloooooone! Normies like you won’t understand anyway!”

He also sulked about not being the demon chosen to stay with you in the human realm and even questioned the importance of your friendship in your life—it almost escalated into another fight if not of your promises to summon him even without Lucifer’s permission. Satan only rolled his eyes once you told him about it.

“You’re going to get in trouble for this.”

“But you’ll save me anyway, won’t you?” Your cheekiness earned you a kiss, repeated a few times until an awkward Lucifer asked both of you to prepare to be teleported.

“I’m going to miss this place…” You looked up at Satan, feeling his fingers lacing with yours.

“Not as much as it will miss you.

Ready?”

You nodded, squinting your eyes at the bright light that slowly enveloped both of you.

💌💌💌

A week had passed since then. Distance seemed to be the only change you’ve had in your daily life. Everyone in Lamentation still kept in touch with you frequently and even visited (read: crashed) at Satan’s place under the guise of inspections, investigations and “sleepover trials” (nice try, Asmo). Satan didn’t take their interruptions kindly, complaining in both your lonesome that your times together diminished due to their “pestering”.

Satan avoided their company by staying at your place instead, littering your apartment with cats and books. He had been a lovely housemate, excited about everything new to him, and was a wonderful cook who treated you to every one of his newly concocted recipes which he gathered from numerous binges of cooking documentaries on Ne*flix. Any complaints his brothers had about “his privileges” were immediately shut down when he pulled the “boyfriend card”. As many benefits he enjoyed by having such a card at his disposal, the responsibilities that came along with it was also quite nerve-wracking…to you at least. Your unflappable boyfriend was more “excited” and “willing” than nervous, and you dearly wished you had his mental strength...especially now.

You should be the one saying “It will be fine,” right now! You should be the one calming him down and kissing his worries away as one of your life’s most important moments was waiting for you at the other side of the door.

You knew it was coming eventually. You can only delay his inevitable meeting with them for so long.

“They will love you.”

“I know, so you don’t have to worry.” He chuckled and kissed your lips, holding your hand tight. “Just be yourself, Kitten.”

“I have known those people,” you stated, pertaining to your “guests” at the other room, “…I’ve known them for YEARS. They’re important to me. And…oh, Satan!”

“Helel.” He corrected.

“Right, right. Haley!” He rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. “I want them to accept you too."

“They will. I’m amazing, after all.”

“Asmo is rubbing off on you—h-hey wait don’t open—

hi guys!” (strained)

Your traitorous boyfriend! You stepped on his shoes (which he evaded quite gracefully) to express your annoyance. His stupid, cute smile! His reassurances however, had merit. Was it a demon’s charm? Or was it his own charisma with people? Either way, the friendly and smiling way he carried himself was a hit to your other important people. Tension left your body, replaced with pride and joy as you saw how everyone received him. In fact, they were so taken with him that they almost forgot their pleasantries.

“Now that is just rude of me not to do. Please allow me to introduce myself.” You saw him utter his borrowed name with no hint of hostility (after much practice and getting used to). Feeling all the love he had for you when you met each other's eyes, his smile as he turned to them was dazzling.

"I'm lucky enough to say that I am their boyfriend. It's lovely finally meeting all of you."

[ Satan's Normal Ending obtained.]

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