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sweetshelluvaau · 13 days ago

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Taking a break from doing Helluva Boss redesigns to do some Hazbin Hotel ones because my brain was screaming inside telling me to draw Lilith which ended up be deciding to drawing Lucifer as well! I Also finished up my redesign of Charlie but I'm gonna give them their own dedicated post

Like always, notes under the cut. Drawn in Clip Studio Paint and with Photoshop CS6 for final touches. Okay to reblog, Feedback is encourage.

About the canon designs and personalities:

Lucifer: Honestly, I don't mind Lucifer's design too much outside of the fact it falls under the typical Viziziepop's Twink she likes to draw. I do think overall, the Ringleader idea she was going for is there, sorta. That being said: I have it out for that top hat. Not necessarily the fact he's wearing one he's one of the few characters I don't mind wearing one more than the accessories with it. Between the stupid crown, snake and apple it just...doesn't work for me.

As for his portrayal in the show: I happen to like Lucifer in Hazbin I think he's a fun character even though I do have problems as I'm about to address. Jeremy Jordan seemed like one of the few voice actors that sounded like he was having fun playing his character suppose to just being there for a paycheck (I mean, he was there for that but still). I know people complain that he sounds too young which I do agree I do think Jordan could have gave him a slightly deeper voice along with his design looking as if he was a bit older; but considering that he's over, what? Eons years old with an angelic background, I'll give it a pass.

I'm iffy on his backstory, or at least how it's handled in the show. Lucifer being an 'innocent' dreamer with good intentions doesn't necessarily bother me too much and his punishment for giving humanity freewill has an irony to it so no problems there. However I do have problems with how as the character that's suppose to be the cause of all sin, the fucking Devil himself and the ruler of Hell; isn't treated like such. Yeah I know he misses his wife Tails, he misses her a lot but c'mon man, you're the King of Hell and The Sin of Pride! In the pilot he seemed to have a more sinister, or at the least threating presence from the little we saw of him.

Also, you took the Pride out of the Sin of Pride? Where's his bite? What are you doin' Viv!?

This is a problem I have with Helluva as well where the Sins, or at least the case for Bee and Ozzie season two onward is that the show is too afraid to make even the more lax, 'nicer' of the Sins not being threating or a bit of dicks sometimes Mammon withstanding because Vivienne is worried that she'll risk them coming across as unlikeable which is bullshit considering how people love asshole characters when they're written right or are fun. Helluva's Mammon is proof right there the fandom love him and Ozzie, as brief as it was in Season One had a banger of a 'villain' song where he and Fizz drag three of the main cast member's sex lives just because he fucking can and says he dislikes 'lovely dovey' crap which is a bit hypocritical considering how much he smitten with his Jester Boyfriend (You two were all touchy and that nuzzle at the end they aren't fooling anyone lol) why did you take away their bite and turned Fizz into such a wimp I miss my little chaotic gay gremlin man... but I'm getting a head of myself.

I don't mind Lucifer and by extension the Sins themselves NOT being evil; in fact I like the idea of them being morality dubious/having questionable morality along with them having a bit of 'humanity' to them, makes them more interesting as characters, but to take away their bite or having 'good' sins and 'bad' sins (ranted about that here) just sounds like a cheap copout and takes away any nuance to the whole idea of sin to begin with being how Hazbin is suppose to be a story about redemption and if a sinner CAN be redeemed. Granted a poorly constructed story that misses the mark horribly, but I digest.

Overall, I do like Lucifer as a character but I wouldn't have 'woobified' him if that makes sense.

Lilith: Her design is...meh. Her dress is pretty, sure; but it's like a normal ballgown. I like the idea of the horns.

...That's all I got to say honestly.

Since we don't know much about her personality in the show yet outside of hints that she 'thrived' in Hell and her and Lucifer were separated by the time the story happened, there's not much for me to say on this front. Prior to the show dropping (or maybe just the pilot), Vivienne hinted that they were gonna have a Gomez and Morticia dynamic going on so consider me disappointed that this ended up not being the case. Damn, would I have killed to have them be this happily married power couple because let's be real: You can't be a powerful badass King without your equality powerful badass Queen, am I right? XD I'd eat that shit up!

I honestly fear Lilith in the show is going to end up being Stella 2.0 which I hope isn't the case but considering Vivienne's writing I don't have much faith she'll be anything but. Maybe not as bad, but yeah...

Anyways, on to the redesigns and character changes:

Lucifer: I said before that I'm not really going with the circus theme in my rewrite/au. I do think on paper the "Hell is a circus' is interesting, fun concept but that's been barely, if at all utilized in Hellaverse outside of a poorly done aesthetic, but it's not the direction I personality want to go with. I may still play with the whole circus thing with the Happy Hotel itself, but otherwise...yeah, right, redesign.

I knew from the beginning I wanted to give him a more darker color scheme along with adding purple into his outfit because purple = Pride so I settled on a dark purple, red and gold/bronze combo. I was debating if I should have scraped his top hat or not being how Hellaverse made me me have it out agasist tops hats like almost every other male character has a fucking top hat there's other kinds of hats but at the end of the day I decided to keep it though he doesn't always wear it. I did draw him without the hat as well which you can view towards the end of the post. I kept the apple motif he has going and while I didn't do much with his cane, I did add a snake which yes, is alive. That's his pet Temptation and he loves her very much.

Outfit inspiration:

Personality wise it's very similar to what it is in the show but taken in a bit more darker direction. Think overdramatic theater kid meet rebellious somewhat edgy adult who hasn't grown out of his teenage years (that's not saying he doesn't act like an adult he does but he has that 'whimsical' nature to him where he sometimes won't take things seriously or refuses to take responsibility though there are moments where he does have to 'Swallow his Pride' so to speak).

I also made him much more Prideful because he's the Sin of Pride, duh. This man will fight tooth and nail to prove that he's in the right (a trait that Charlie also shares) because his ego and pride won't let him rest and he's not going to back down DAMN IT!!. Lilith and/or a few of the Sins (Satan, Beelzebub and Ozzie respectfully) have to reel him in so he doesn't do anything stupid and make an ass out of himself more than he already has.

However, just because he is a prideful prick a good portion of the time doesn't mean he doesn't have his moments of genuine compassion and love for those who are important in his life. He loves his family, daughter included despite how unsupportive and very passive aggressive in regard to believing that her plan is dead in the water and has no problem addressing those thoughts in a 'tough love' kind of way (or what he believes is tough love when it's reality he's coming across as him just beating her down and making them drift even father apart as if they already slowly weren't. As I said, he's very prideful when he believes he's right) and views most of the other Sins minus Leviathan as his firends/true companions though some are much closer to him than others.

I kept most of his backstory in the show the same where he had some good intentions of gifting humanity freewill but also at the same time did it out of rebellion towards his father (God) after falling for Lilith and believing that everything that made her...well her (her freewill, sprit, strength) should be given to every human only for it to backfire and bring evil and sin in the world annnnd we know how this story goes. (otr I have both Eve AND Adam eat from the apple and Lilith had nothing to do with the whole thing but was punished regardless for 'influencing' Samael regardless if she pushed him or not) There was still a Heaven and Hell war but that doesn't happen until much later in the timeline once Hell gains the power and means to declare such on Heaven, only for them to lose in the end. The Exterminations has something to play with the outcome of the war but that's a discussion for another time.

Lilith:

Putting aside I didn't want both Lilith and Lucifer to have the same hair color (one of the reasons why I didn't also make Luci's hair red after he fell, even if that was more canon biblically correct), I wanted Lilith to be a red head like she is in biblical stories. I also made her skin a bit darker. I was aiming for an olive skin tone but not sure if I successfully succeeded in that.

Lilith still has her horns but I made them much smaller. They expand/grow bigger when she's enraged or goes into her full demon form where her eyes also glow and her nails turn into long, sharp blade like talons. I plan on drawing her demon form along with the rest of the Morningstars later down the line. I also gave her animal ears which I may revisit later being that was a last second addition. I wanted to give Luci or Lilith hooves as well but I didn't think about it after the drawings were done. (likely will give Luci them)

Dress inspiration:

As for personality and overall character changes go: Well for starters, Both Lilith and Lucifer are a happily married power couple like we were lead on to believe and I WILL NOT TAKE NO FOR AN AWSNER!!

As I said earlier, we still don't know much about Lilith as a character in the show outside of the fact she thrived in Hell and influenced demonkind but never said of what that entailed. I'm still keep those elements of course, having her be a beacon for the Hellborn and establishing connections and business with a good share of the Overlords in Pride, especially with the more 'lesser evil' Sinner ones. Lilith is the one who normally engages with Sinners on large where Lucifer rather avoid them as much as possible with a few exceptions being how he blames them for why he ended up down in Hell to begin with considering he did believe they'd do good with the 'gift' he gave them, only to be proven wrong and him having to suffer seeing the worst of humanity as punishment.

Personality wise, Lilith is a strong willed, go getter who wants nothing but the best for her family, firends and citizens. She involves herself heavily in the politics of Hell while also hoping to inspire her people, Hellborn and Sinners alike. Soft but strong, caring but stern; playful but serious when she has to be, Lilith wears her title on her sleeve as the Queen of Hell and a mother and friend to those who look up to her.

Like Charlie and unlike her husband, Lilith sees the good in humanity. She was human herself after all, deemed the first Sinner but she's more indirect and hands off with her methods where Charlie wants to be more hands on and direct with her hotel idea. Lilith tries to guild her daughter the best she can but tries to persuade her that her plans for the Happy Hotel may not have the effect she hopes, even as supportive she is of her daughters' ideals.

Lilith has succubus like powers but isn't one herself; however she does work with Asmodeus to train those who do go up topside to spread sin.

Charlie may be the Hellish couple's first child but it wasn't the first time Lilith tried conceive; Charlie was the only one who made it fully to term.

Lilith is much taller than Lucifer, while Charlie is only slightly taller than her father.

I'm going to likely revisit their redesigns in the future because there are a few things I would like to change/add on to but overall this is the direction I plan on going for them. I know this post was long and if you happened to read though all of this: Thank you for reading~

Charlie's redesign will be next being I finished her for a while now I just need to write out my notes. Hopefully this weekend it'll be up.

Bonus, Lucifer without his hat:

#here goes sweets off her bullshit again #Hazbin Hotel redesign #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel au #Hazbin Hotel: Redemption Arc #sweets helluva rewrite #sweets helluva redesgin #miscarriage cw #just to be safe

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ambertrulife · 8 months ago

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One on one - Hazbin Hotel AU

Hello ! Just a little story I put right here ! I really like there rivality and I just want to write something I like to see in the season 2 ! Hope you will enjoy that story like I enjoyed writting it !

Oh, and I'm sorry for the quality of the writting : english isn't my frist langage and I used deepl for translate it !

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Lucifer took a sip of his drink, a nice Bloody Marie cocktail, as he felt his mind evaporate in the meanders of alcohol.

It was a quiet evening at the Hazbin Hotel. The rebuilding was over and everyone was tired from a hard day's work. His daughter and her partner had gone to bed, Angel Dust, Cherrie and Husk were walking around town to rest and Nifty was somewhere in the hotel, doing a few things, surely. He didn't want to know where the bellboy was.

He sat at the new bar, which fitted in much better than the old one with the hotel's overall decor. Husk had offered to stay and make him some drinks, but Lucifer had declined: he knew how to make his own cocktails, and he wanted to be alone.

The last few months had been rather trying. He could even say the last few years. Ever since Lilith had left. She'd gone, without a word, like a leaf blowing away on the wind, leaving him alone, drowning in the ocean of his sadness. He raised his left hand before his eyes and looked at the ring, his ring, the only physical reminder of this woman's presence in his life. How he missed her.

He took off his top hat and ran a hand through his hair to remind himself of his priority: Charlie. He owed it to himself to be there for her, more than he had ever been in his entire life. After all, she was carrying on her mother's dream. His dream, in fact. Their dream. Which had manifested itself to them so long ago.

"Where are you, Lilith?" he sighed, as those brows furrowed, a distressed expression on his features.

"A question many are asking, indeed." replied a derailed voice, with radio effect.

Lucifer's face immediately closed in frustration and anger. Next to him, he looked at the man dressed in red who had just taken his seat. The stag man was seated in a distinguished manner on the small bar stool. He wasn't wearing his trademark jacket, just his suit and bow tie. The microphone he always kept with him stood in his hand, like a trophy he was proud to display. His toothy grin and reddish eyes threatened him far more than his relaxed stance seemed to. However, Lucifer noticed a slightly wispy look and a slight trace of redness on his grayish skin. He easily guessed that he wasn't the only one who had tasted alcohol this evening.

"Oh, great." tossed in the King of Hell with a tone supporting his sarcasm "The bellboy's here. What's the matter, I'm past curfew and you have to tell me to leave?"

"Ah ah!" laughed Alastor humorlessly "As hotel manager, I'll be in a good position to ask you out."

"I built this place, asshole," Lucifer growled.

"That doesn't mean you have any rights over it," Alastor replied, stroking his microphone. "You remain nothing more than a resident. Here, being King means nothing. You're only here because Charlie wants you here."

Sometimes Lucifer thought he was far too patient with sinners. Alastor knew that he could destroy him with the snap of a finger, that he had the power to torture him for thousands of years? The fact that he felt no fear towards him was either due to madness, or to the fact that the bastard knew he'd do nothing as long as he was under his daughter's protection. Or it was a question of ego. He knew better. He took a sip of his drink, hoping to annoy the sinner into leaving. He hadn't known him long, but he knew this strategy wasn't going to work.

"Back to the original subject" continued Alastor, as he conjured up a glass of whisky, it would seem "Lilith ... She was quite a woman, all the same. She had the shoulders of a leader! She knew how to rally the troops!"

The spike stuck in Lucifer's heart, but he decided to ignore it: even if he knew it wasn't going anywhere, he might as well try his original technique.

"It's strange, really, this disappearance," continued the sinner, his gaze resting on the liquid inside his glass. "I always thought you knew where she was, that she was hiding in that huge tower you call home. It would seem that's not the case."

He took a sip of whisky before saying:

"Maybe she's dead by now?"

"She's not dead," Lucifer growled menacingly.

Alastor gave him a puzzled look, a glint of defiance in his eyes.

"How can you tell?" he questioned.

"She's not like you," Lucifer spat. "If she were dead, I would know. Creation itself would know."

"She remains nothing less than a human soul," said Alastor with a shrug. "Nothing more than a sinner like the rest of us."

Lucifer cast a blazing glance at the sinner, clearly a warning not to go any further.

"If you think about it," Alastor insisted, his eyes resting on those of the King of the Underworld, "she's the original whore."

Lucifer was quick to react. He leapt at the demon, who countered with his cane. Alastor didn't even have time to generate shadows before a hand grabbed his neck. A muffled sound emerged from his throat as the angel held him at its mercy. He knelt helplessly in front of the small white figure. No need for angelic form, no need for weapon, no need for power. He mastered him through sheer physical strength. Lucifer could feel his throat constricting under his grip. He could, if he wanted, use his angelic powers to annihilate him. He'd tell Charlie he was gone, that's all. However, he remembered his daughter's face when he'd returned to build the hotel. He remembered the faces of all the other residents who were more than happy to see him again. Finally, he let go of his neck and made his way to the other side of the bar. He needed another drink.

Alastor remained on the floor for a moment, his face fluctuating in various expressions that Lucifer didn't take the time to analyze. He started a new cocktail, the Old Fashioned, and glanced at the sinner. In the end, he made two glasses. He slid Alastor's onto the bar as he stood up. He glanced at the drink, his smile much more ferocious than before. Lucifer leaned on his side of the bar, level with the cocktail preparation board, and his gaze lost itself in nothingness. A silence passed as the sinner didn't touch his glass, his face torn between the desire to kill or to get drunk.

"Have you ever loved someone so much that you feel they're part of your soul?" posed Lucifer as a question. He could only see it in his peripheral vision, but he saw surprise in Alastor's eyes.

"Have you ever known someone who knows you so well that you feel she's part of you, that you feel her presence or absence?" he continued. He wondered why he was telling him this. He figured it was the alcohol.

He wasn't waiting for an answer. He was just lost in thought.

"Yes." replied a tiny voice he didn't immediately recognize, although the radio effect told him who it was from.

His eyes fell on Alastor, who had sat down on the stool. He had taken the glass of Old Fashioned he had prepared for him. His smile was still present on those features, but it was softer, more tender, almost genuine.

"My mother." continued the sinner, his gaze lost in the drink. "She was so gentle with me, so understanding, always so patient. I felt her deep in my gut, like a ball of warmth irrigating my soul. One day, I was doing my radio show when I felt the ball disappear."

Alastor took a sip, as if the memory of this loss were still fresh in his mind.

"When I went to see her, she was already gone," he continued.

A silence settled between them, much more comfortable than the previous one. Lucifer took a sip too.

"When I was created," he began, "I didn't know this feeling. I was different. I was the intruder. The eldest, yes, but the renegade. The first, but the failure. Then I met her. It was strange at first, but she was patient too. She introduced me to a world I'd never known, to feelings I'd never been shown. Then I felt it, like you do, this ball of warmth deep inside me, this unwavering presence, even when we were literally in different worlds."

He touched her belly, a tender smile on his face.

"It's still there, that feeling. That's why I know she's alive," he finished, taking a sip of his drink.

"Wouldn't that be the alcohol going to your head?" asked Alastor, in a monotone.

Lucifer laughed heartily, which stunned the sinner. His laughter was far from what he knew. It rippled through the room like a wave of pure, divine joy.

"Maybe you're right!" replied the angel. "Maybe it is that stupid."

Another silence fell between them. Lucifer was still staring at the nothingness in front of him, sipping his cocktail. Alastor, for his part, stared at his glass, lost in the meandering of his drink. Suddenly, he winced and put a hand to his chest. Lucifer, in his peripheral vision, saw the gesture. The sinner's expression was painful. He frowned as the stag demon rose to his feet.

"This was a very nice discussion," said the latter, in a tone that didn't show his pain. "However, I'm allergic to such mawkishness. So I'll leave you to it."

He drank the rest of his cocktail in one gulp, causing Lucifer to raise an eyebrow as he made his way to the other side of the bar, to stand opposite him. Alastor gave him a look of disdain and began to walk around him. The angel got in his way with disconcerting ease. The sinner was a good two heads taller than him, and Lucifer was clearly not impressed. How could he, having overpowered him in just a few seconds?

"To what do I owe this interposition?" asked Alastor, raising an eyebrow.

Without a word, Lucifer stretched out his hand towards the stag demon's chest. Without touching it, the sinner felt a strange sensation cross his skin, transfusing into his blood. A beneficial glow. A divine glow. He recoiled in fright and placed a hand on his chest. The pain he'd felt since being wounded by Adam had vanished. He'd managed to heal himself, but the angelic magic had remained condensed in his tissues. He hadn't been able to drive it out. Lucifer had done so in a matter of seconds. He looked up at the angel, who was watching him with stern eyes.

"I don't know who you are, demon." he said, in a serious tone, a far cry from his usual buffoonery "I don't know why you're here. You're clearly not here to gain access to redemption. There are more direct ways to amuse yourself. I don't believe you're here for the reasons you gave to Charlie. But my daughter trusts you. Everyone here trusts you."

The King of Hell shook his head negatively.

"I don't. I don't smell you, bellboy" he continued, suspiciously "But for the sake of this hotel, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. However" his tone grew more threatening "I'm watching you."

Alastor looked at him for a long moment, then curtsied.

"It's an honor, Your Majesty," he said, his voice full of sarcasm. He pushed past him, glaring menacingly.

"Have a nice evening." he said before disappearing into the shadows of the room.

Lucifer remained motionless for a moment. His eyes rested on the spot where the sinner had evaporated. He couldn't understand this man. He was so hostile, so malevolent, that it transpired through his aura. However... earlier, when he'd been talking about his mother. It had been short, very short, but he had felt something. A crack. An opportunity. A potential.

He smiled as he turned back to the bar. Charlie really did have an instinct that had never been equaled in the history of creation.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #radioapple #platonic relationships

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welcometogrouchland · 2 years ago

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Pacing around cause I'm having the exact same feeling that I got with thanks to them which is that I love the episode but it doesn't quite feel complete.

I think I've seen people say it's poorly paced which I don't think is true! This episode knows what it's about and only accomplishes what it sets out to. It is very clearly about emotional arcs and those are the things that end up resolved. everything else is just doing the legwork of setting up elements for the finale (getting people all in the one place, giving characters motivations and plots, etc).

It's all that background set up that goes unresolved because it's not for this episode, it's for the next, the same way something like Flapjack's sacrifice and Belos' plan was at the end of TTT.

I genuinely love FTF so much, it has some of my favorite character work in the series. Willow and Luz stealing the show, Amity and Gus getting little moments, Hunter once again being a vehicle for the writers to do a heartbreaking portrayal of grief, just like they did in TTT w/ Luz and Camilla.

They finally got me to like Boscha, they took the time to finally justify what makes kikimora so much worse than all the other emperor's coven lackies that we've met (something I always thought was lacking), they gave someone like mattholomule presence and development.

They put their blood, sweat and tears into the characters this episode, so that they can cover all the plot ground they need to next ep with minimal baggage.

again...it's just that understanding of knowing that none of these episodes are complete without the other, where they'll form into a 90 minute TV movie that does it's best to tell the story with the time it has left. Everything I wanted them to dwell on was something that couldn't have been included without taking something else away.

And sometimes the understatement works! Gus and Willow don't have a dramatic talk with Hunter about him being a grimwalker cause...they don't care. Respectfully. No matter what he is, they love who he is. Same with Eda and King missing Luz. They don't need to say it. It's felt very clearly.

I think I also just struggled to identify the theme at first, which always gets my jorts in a twist. Then, after a bit of looking around at other people's takes and opening my mind passed my preconceived wants and biases, I realized the theme (I think)

This episode is about adults making mistakes, kids being put in positions of "power", as they either try to fix things or end up replicating the broken dynamics set up by the adults.

(under a read more cause this started as a review-ish and then it got LONG bc. I just really love the themes of this show)

It's in the little things.

How no adults except Eda and Lilith (by king's leverage) survived puppet-ification whereas all the kids did. How those kids survived because the adults sacrificed themselves and gave them an inadvertent head start.

(not a huge predictions guy but I have a feeling that if Luz and Co end up needing to actually play the collectors new game, it's gonna be the kids who understand it intuitively, especially Luz)

How the kids tried to create a functioning society but ended up replicating the dynamic of their previous dictatorial society, right down to a scared and semi-vindictive child being manipulated by a less powerful person for their own gain. Boschas arguably meaner than the collector (when you take intention into account) and kikimora is much more pathetic than Belos but that's still the general dynamic going on.

How the episode ends with the kids of hexside finally cooperating in order to take down the last sluggish vestiges of Belos' empire's mindset.

How characters like Willow and Hunter bottle their feelings or otherwise struggle to express them but ultimately have to learn to be open so that they don't explode. This is something the adults in the show have repeatedly struggled with and Boshca herself points out how both her and Willow are leaders. Kids being put in positions of responsibility and fumbling their way through with no guiding hand (and I could talk all day about hubtlow hand symbolism. All day)

How Camilla helps Luz but finally opening up and relating both of their struggles to each other's, telling her that they're not so different and Camilla, the adult, made a mistake that she regrets. But she can only move forward and try to understand Luz and her world better.

How it seems that, in the show that riffs on the Isekai genre, where multiple characters have escaped to other worlds (Caleb, Younger Eda and Luz) in order to be understood but seemingly never verbalized this, leading to catastrophic fallout, the solution to the main character's issues is to finally just. Understand what it is she wants out of life. And it's a very simple but very existential and meaningful goal, of wanting to be understood. The way that Caleb, Eda, and even Camilla never were.

How Luz carving a palismen in a way no-one else ever thought too seemingly gave it new and exciting abilities. Nothing to do with her being inherently special or the titans specialist little guy. Just her making an unconventional choice and being rewarded for it. It almost feels like season 1 again, y'know?

It's in the way that the collector is literally rewriting their history to be "better", but (even though they're less violent than the usual expectations of their culture) still coming up short because they're only able to understand one person in the world and treat everyone else like toys. Toys that they love, but children inevitably break even their favorite toys when they play too rough. The collectors trying to be different but they're too young, naive and manipulated to see what was actually wrong with their species way of life.

The way that king wants to stop the cycle of collectors and titans killing and trapping each other by just talking to the collector but because of circumstances still has to go behind their back which just gives Belos' fire more fuel (though tbh Belos really took a gamble on that one)

It's all of this together that makes me insane because I feel like I need the payoff right now in order to fully satiate myself but at the same time...I don't. Because I don't want it to end.

For the future was a really good episode. Bit cluttered, bit busy, but then again when is this show not? I've come to love that about the owl house despite it's nature as a flaw.

I wanna know who that guy in the in-between realm was from the beginning of the episode (titan trapper?) And I want to know what purpose he serves. I want to know where characters like Alador and Steve are, what odalia's final moment will be, what the collectors new game might be, how the conflict is going to resolve and how the show will end. And I might only get some of these in depth, and others not at all and I can't even be mad about it. This show deserves more but I'm happy with this episode, not really as a standalone episode, but as a part of this larger movie-like send-off. Looking forward to watching and dreaming. Probably going to make fanart once I finish my current assignments (I have sketches for the reqs!)

This has been a post so long and rambly that I hesitate to maintag it. It's not for anyone. It's just for me. And I'm okay with that

#ramblings of a lunatic #toh #toh spoilers #this post is bad don't read it. or do I'm not your dad #but also i didn't proofread it #so fair warning

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demonfamilytherapist · 3 years ago

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Up for an angst request? In a similar style to your aftermath of lesson 16 piece (which I love btw) what about the brothers after MC’s death? Just how they would change and grieve and all that nice angst ya know?

Brothers After MC’s Death (Lesson 16 AU)

A/N: I may have misinterpreted this request reading it back, so I apologise if this isn’t quite what you had it mind. Still, I hope you enjoy it! This is also a long one, lads. It got kind of out of control... especially with Satan and Lucifer...

Content warnings/tags: lesson 16 spoilers, mentions of violence and death, description of injuries, grief, self-deprecation. On the more positive side, big bros Luci and Levi rights.

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You froze as you saw your own dead body in Mammon’s arms. Belphegor’s laughter drowned out Mammon’s cries, the brother’s protests - all you could focus on was that he killed you. Your bloody, broken body a sight seared into your memory. With a choked sob, you ran - back to Mammon’s room, back to the timeline where Belphegor was still innocent, where you could still fix things.

You tried not to think about the version of the brothers you left behind.

Mammon

Mammon had you in his arms and he could do nothing. Your eyes closed, your blood ran cold, your body limp in his arms.

Things happened around him. His brothers yelled, Diavolo and Barbatos showed up, and Belphie was taken somewhere - Mammon couldn’t process any of it.

Mammon could only hold you, your body, all that he had left of you.

You were so cold.

His brothers were unsure what to do. Asmo tried to approach but Mammon snarled, holding you tighter.

It took him looking into his younger brothers�� eyes, seeing the shock and fear there, to realise he’d slipped into his demon form.

Mammon couldn’t bring himself to care. His job was to protect you and now this was all he could do. He’d thought you’d be safe in the house, with his brothers, but you weren’t. He wouldn’t let Asmo near, or Satan, and he barely tolerated Levi slumping down nearby.

Lucifer intervened, approaching slowly and talking gently, guiding Mammon to stand and carry you to your room. Mammon stayed with your body until you were taken for a funeral, only leaving when Lucifer forced him to take care of himself.

Mammon tried desperately to keep his family together after their fall and Lilith’s death. This time, he couldn’t.

Mammon was tired. After Lilith’s death, he hurt - of course he did. But he chose to focus on what he still had, what he could still do. He could try and comfort the twins, he could support Lucifer, he could help Satan adjust to being a part of their weird family.

Now he didn’t know what to do. He spent more time in your room than he did his own, trying to preserve the memories he had of you. Your smiles, the stupid jokes you’d made together, the way you said his name in a mock disapproving tone that still couldn’t hide your laughter at his money-making schemes.

You’d understood him. You’d - fuck, sometimes Mammon even hoped that you’d -

Mammon had wanted to tell you he loved you.

Why the fuck hadn’t he?

He slowly grew to tolerate Beel’s presence in your room, and Asmo’s, Levi’s, Satan’s... he slowly began eating at the dinner table, Belphie’s absence going without comment.

Mammon just... missed you. Without you around, there was no fun to be had. He hadn’t smiled or laughed, could barely gather enough energy to interact with his brothers.

Eventually, Mammon would somewhat return to normal. He’d go back to his money-making schemes, he’d pick up little treasures and tokens, his crows would drop shiny bottle caps into his lap until he gave them a sign of approval.

But the House of Lamentation was never as loud as it used to be, had lost the laughter that once filled it.

Levi

Levi was in denial at first.

It had to be some mistake, right? You wouldn’t just die.

You were the protagonist. You couldn’t just die in the middle of the story!

He was only slightly more aware than Mammon at the start - enough to pull Beel back when he made to approach you and Mammon after Asmo and Satan did.

Levi watched and waited for you to move, to cough and sit up. Levi had seen so many anime where that happened, where the other characters mourned their fallen friend until suddenly they got up! It was a cheap fake-out meant to make the viewer cry, but Levi would take it right now!

It was Satan who eventually helped him up and Asmo who guided him to the couch and shoved a pillow in his arms to stop him from trembling so much.

What was he supposed to do now? His Henry was gone.

And Belphie... why had he... what was going to happen to...

He might’ve stayed on that couch forever if Lucifer hadn’t told him that Henry 2.0 needed feeding.

Levi stayed in his room for days. He couldn’t even bring himself to watch anime or play games. All he did was sit and stare and feed Henry 2.0.

How could you just be gone? It didn’t make any sense. You were like no one he’d ever met before, you were - you were so full of life, so full of love, you’d walked right into his room and listened to him ramble and held his hand and he’d never gotten to pay you back for any of those things.

After two weeks, Henry 2.0′s tank needed cleaning and Levi had an epiphany, of sorts.

Levi couldn’t do anything for you anymore. He’d been too late, he’d been... he’d been useless. Maybe if he’d noticed something earlier things could’ve been different, but...

Henry 2.0 relied on him. Henry 2.0 was happy and healthy in his tank and he needed Levi for that. Levi... Levi could be relied on to take care of Henry 2.0.

Henry 2.0 wasn’t the only one left in Levi’s life.

It was difficult. Levi wasn’t you, after all.

But he tried. He tried to help like he knew you would’ve. He tried to make sure Beel didn’t cry in his sleep. He tried to make sure Satan calmed down enough to eat with the rest of them. He tried to make sure Lucifer came out of his room to help the others and didn’t just bury himself in paperwork.

Levi knew you would have better words. He knew you would offer better comfort. He knew if you were still here, Beel wouldn’t have bags under his eyes, Asmo wouldn’t be constantly running out of the room sniffling, Mammon would be laughing again.

Levi knew he wasn’t you, but if he couldn’t have you back... if he couldn’t ever return the love you’d given him... He could at least prove that you’d been with them, once, by trying to pay it forward.

Beel

Beel didn’t understand.

Why were you... Why had Belphie...?

He’d been so excited for you two to meet. He’d wanted to introduce you to his twin, he’d wanted to tell Belphie all about you.

Beel had known Belphie didn’t like humans, he’d known he was upset about the exchange event, but he’d never imagined this could happen. How could this happen?

"Beel!”

Belphie called out to him as Diavolo and Barbatos took him away. Beel stepped after them, on instinct - he didn’t know what was going on, but Diavolo looked furious, and he wasn’t willing to let Belphie face them alone- couldn’t lose anyone else-

Lucifer put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him, told him they wouldn’t hurt Belphie. Beel stopped almost without realising it, relying on his brother’s guidance.

Lucifer helped Mammon, Satan and Asmo helped Levi, and Beel was left trying to catch up with what had happened. Belphie was somewhere, his brothers were broken, and you were gone.

It didn’t make any sense. Just earlier today, you’d been with them! You’d shared your breakfast with him! You’d smiled at him and wiped crumbs from his face and his heart had fluttered and he hadn’t felt hungry!

He still didn’t feel hungry, but it wasn’t like with you. Before Beel had felt satisfied, but now...

The scent of your blood filled the air and he could feel Belphie through their bond, his hurt and loneliness, and Beel could only think about how you might have felt...

Beel was going to throw up.

Beel alternated in the next few days. He would eat a lot or he wouldn’t eat at all. He snuck into your room one night when Mammon had been lured away to shower and took one or two of your things, a photo, brought them down to the tomb with Lilith.

The two people he’d lost, the two people he’d failed, together.

Beel thought you two would’ve been friends.

Levi found him down there, crying, apologising to Lilith’s tomb and your picture. He’d felt something through the bond with Belphie... he’d known something was happening, could he have...?

He should never have left you alone!

Lucifer provided him updates on Belphie, but Beel didn’t need them. He knew Belphie was alive through their bond, could feel him reaching out, but Beel didn’t know what to do, how to face him.

It would take some time before Beel could brave his twin, and despite his resolve he crumbled instantly.

Begged for answers, begged for reasons Belphie couldn’t give.

Beel could never bring himself to abandon his twin. He’d argue for him with Lord Diavolo, he’d do whatever he could if it meant Belphie would be back home and safe. He’d lost two people he loved, he couldn’t lose Belphie, too.

But Beel couldn’t trust his twin again. There was something broken in their bond now, and Beel wasn’t sure it could ever be fixed.

The closest they came to understanding each other now was in the tomb, with what they had left of you and Lilith, as they cried together.

Asmo

Asmo wanted to get closer to you. Surely there was something they could do, right?

Satan knew healing spells, Lucifer was so strong, so... so why weren’t they doing anything?

Why is stupid Mammon snarling at him? Mammon, that’s not fair! He cares about the human, too!

He- Asmo loved you, you wouldn’t just leave him, right? There’s no way this could happen...

But it happened. It happened, and Asmo- Asmo-

Asmo couldn’t think about it.

He could get Levi on the couch, get him calmed down a little.

He could get Lucifer to promise to come back as soon as he could when he left for the Demon Lord’s Castle.

He could... he could clean up the blood left on the floor, douse the rooms in cleaning product and room sprays until the scent of roses stung his nose.

He could... he could...

Asmo eventually reached the point where there was simply nothing left he could do, nothing left to distract him from the truth.

Solomon was the first Purgatory Hall member to learn of your death, because Asmo needed him.

Asmo sobbed and cried and he couldn’t stop thinking about how ridiculous he must look, eyes red and puffy, makeup smeared and gross, snotty and shaking and-

And what did it matter, if you weren’t there to see him?

Asmo wailed, Solomon’s arms the only thing keeping him together. Between sobs, chants of they’re gone, they’re gone, they’re gone the only words he managed to say.

Asmo got no sleep that night.

Asmo visited your body the next day, still in your room with Mammon hunched over beside you. Mammon growled lightly but seemed to relax when he saw it was only Asmo, eyes half-closed. He was still in his demon form.

Someone else must’ve been to visit. Your injuries were all closed up, broken bones set back in place. The worst of the blood was gone, but...

Asmo took a damp cloth and gently cleaned the rest from you. He scrubbed beneath your hairline, your fingernails, gently moved your body to get access to the back of your neck, whispering soft apologies whenever he had to use a bit more pressure to get the marks off.

He changed your pillow, getting rid of the one stained pink, and threw an extra blanket over Mammon. Asmo pulled up a chair and began fixing your chipped nail polish, trying to ignore how cold and stiff your hands felt.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo went days without thinking of himself. He had to - if he focused on his own feelings for too long he was lost to them, to the too raw sharp edges of his grief.

Solomon was there for him, and Levi, too, and he loved them both for it, he loved his family, he loved you and now you were-

Asmo got very good at hiding away to cry.

Some of his brothers were trying, though, trying to heal, trying to fix things and... and he would try, too.

Just... just don’t ask him to spend time with Belphie alone anymore.

Asmo could no longer look his cute little brother in the eye.

Satan

Satan knew immediately your injuries were fatal.

His wrath rose and rose and rose but it kept getting diverted.

Who was he furious with?

Was it you, for making them love you so much when you were a fragile, mortal human? For dying so soon after you finally forged a pact with him? No, no it wasn’t, because when he tried to direct his wrath towards thoughts of you it fizzled and disappeared.

Was it himself? For not being with you? For taking so long to try and become close with you? Maybe if he’d made an effort earlier, you’d have sought him out, he could’ve been with you and kept you safe… That answer felt closer to the truth.

Was it Belphie and Lucifer? For getting you caught in the middle of their argument? For making you pay the price for their spat? That was definitely true. He was furious at the both of them. He was furious at what had happened to you-

But every time Satan felt like he was about to act on his wrath, his thoughts returned to you, you bleeding out in Mammon’s arms, and it was gone again.

Satan tried to approach you and nearly snarled back at Mammon, but when he met his brother’s eyes…

Instead, Satan directed his attention towards Levi, who was frozen on the ground, occasional whimpers leaving his throat.

He coaxed his older brother out of the room, breathing deeply, knowing that he couldn’t lose himself right now.

The first time his family had been experiencing such grief, Satan was in no state to help them. He was filled with wrath, he was Wrath. The essence of his sin, pure and simple.

Lucifer and Mammon and the rest of his brothers had put their own pain and grief on hold to help him learn how to be his own person.

Satan didn’t want to be a burden on them again.

When he returned everyone one was except for Beel, stood in the middle of the room, tears pouring down his face and swaying lightly.

Satan’s position in the family was… unique, given the difference in his age and his claim as the fourth most powerful. Now, though, he felt the responsibility of an older brother.

Satan was the first to visit your room. Mammon held tight to your hand and leaned over you defensively when Satan entered. Satan felt no wrath off of his brother, though, could only see the terror and grief in his eyes.

Satan murmured empty platitudes as he approached, until he was close enough to reach out.

Healing magic wouldn’t have saved you from your collapsed throat, your pierced lungs, or your broken spine, but at least Satan could make you less painful to look at, make their final sight of you closer to what you had been.

Your injuries settled and faded and for a moment both brothers tensed, because the movement of the bone and muscle under your skin looked like breathing.

You remained cold and still though, and that’s when Satan had to leave.

He ran from your room, ran from the house, ran as far from any remnant of civilisation as he could get before he completely lost control.

Satan lost time in a way he hadn’t in centuries, only returning to himself hours later when Lucifer called his name.

Satan was prepared for an argument, a fight, a million accusations on his tongue, tail whipping around and disturbing the detritus his wrath had left in its wake.

He was not expecting the hug.

He was not expecting the tears.

Satan and Lucifer remained there for hours, Satan awkwardly trying to support Lucifer - Lucifer, who still made his thoughts turn green and his teeth ache to bite; Lucifer, who clutched to him like a scared child, like Satan was something precious.

They remained until Asmo called, voice holding back panic, and told them dinner was ready.

Satan needed his time away regularly, but he did his best after the incident with Lucifer to alert at least one of his brothers before he left.

Satan’s wrath felt closer to the surface than it had in years, his claws and horns seeming to make an appearance at the slightest provocation.

Levi helped, and so did Asmo, and he could distract himself by looking after Beel, by making sure Mammon wasn’t wasting away, by… by easing some of the load off Lucifer.

Your sudden appearance into his life and your sudden loss… Satan tried to keep the lessons you’d taught him close. You’d helped him overcome his hate for Lucifer… he didn’t want to forget that.

Satan held a new resentment now. And he doubted another human would find their way to his family to fix this one.

Lucifer

Lucifer knew exactly who held the responsibility for this chain of events.

It was him.

Lucifer had lied to his brothers about Lilith’s fate, letting Belphie develop his hatred of humans.

Lucifer had locked Belphie in the attic instead of trying to reason with his youngest brother, didn’t come clean when he had the chance.

Lucifer hadn’t kept a close enough eye on you, had known something was going on with you and the attic and yet he hadn’t, he hadn’t even considered the possibility that his spells failed, that you would meet Belphegor, and now-

He’d done this.

His family, once again, hurt and grieving and undone by his hand.

Mammon- would Mammon ever recover from this? The way he held you, the way he cried and sobbed and begged-

Levi and Asmo frozen in tears, Satan’s blank-faced expression, Beel, oh Beel-

And Belphegor, Belphie who laughed and gloated over your body, Belphie who had killed you, Belphie who had destroyed Diavolo’s plans-

Lucifer wanted to scoop Belphegor up and run, somewhere far, far away, but before he could Diavolo and Barbatos arrived.

They dragged Belphie away and Beel, Beel was going to get involved, Beel could not start a fight-

Diavolo met his eyes and, despite his fury, Lucifer knew he would not kill Belphegor.

Not yet.

So Lucifer had time, had time to coax Mammon into your room, trying to ignore the way your body hung limp in his brother’s arms, trying to think of a way to drive that blank look from Mammon’s eyes.

Lucifer had time to find Levi with Asmo and Satan with Beel, pride blossoming in his chest at how his family reached out for each other, took care of each other.

It was then he left for the Demon Lord’s Castle to barter for his youngest brother’s life.

They came up with a solution, of a kind.

Lucifer didn’t like it. It felt disrespectful to your memory.

Lucifer hadn’t known you as well as his brothers, had held you at arms’ length, but he’d watched your positive impact on them, seen how you made Mammon laugh, encouraged Levi to come out of his shell, and found that if his brothers saw you as family he couldn’t bring himself to disagree.

But surely you wouldn’t want a war fought in your name?

Belphie was left in the dungeon until Diavolo and Barbatos could handle the details.

Lucifer returned home and did his rounds. Mammon was with you, asleep, whimpering. Lucifer sent Levi to his room with a reminder about his fish. Asmo was mopping the floors. Beel was in the kitchen, fridge open, staring emptily at its contents.

His family was broken and hurt, but there. All except one.

Satan was strong. Satan was capable. But Satan wasn’t in the house, wasn’t answering his DDD, and Lucifer needed to see the people he loved to know they were safe.

From the air, it wasn’t too hard to locate Satan. The path the Avatar of Wrath had made through the forest was easy to follow, the destruction both easing Lucifer’s mind and unsettling his heart.

When he finally found Satan, his brother looked at him without recognition - or perhaps too much recognition. Satan had always been intelligent. Of all his brothers, perhaps he saw Lucifer for the failure he was.

The coin of his sin flipped, now landed on shame. The feeling one drowned in when they failed to live up to their pride.

When Satan was young, when he had yet to gain control of his sin, this was what his elder brothers would do - hold him until he settled down.

It had always worked far better for Mammon and Levi than it did for Lucifer, and this time, Lucifer didn’t think Satan was the one losing control.

By the time Lucifer had pulled himself together enough for Satan to assure Asmo they were on their way home, he was exhausted. Wings slumped, feathers sticking everywhere, hair a mess.

The diplomatic discussions took weeks, the planning careful and deliberate. Your death was an accident. A tragedy, but no one’s fault, no need to start a war over it. Humans were fragile. It could’ve happened in any of the realms.

Belphegor was freed when Diavolo was assured nothing like this would ever happen again.

The Celestial Realm was suspicious, but reports from Simeon, Luke, and even Raphael when he visited supported what the Devildom said.

No one, after all, could deny the brothers’ grief.

Belphegor

Belphie didn’t understand.

You were just a human. What was the big deal?

Mammon he could understand. Levi got attached to anyone who talked his weird nerd language. But Satan? Asmo?

Beel?

When Belphie was dragged away, he reached out - for his twin, for his family, for someone to stand up for him.

He could see Beel sense Belphie’s feelings of betrayal, saw Lucifer hold his twin back, snarled and cursed at his eldest brother for abandoning him-

And was locked in a dungeon. To think things through, Barbatos said.

Well Belphie didn’t want to think. He wanted to sleep.

Belphie dreamed. He dreamed of Lilith, of Beel, of being with his brothers in the Celestial Realm. He dreamed of falling, of grief, of losing everything because of a worthless human. Of building resentment, of an argument years in the making, of being trapped.

Belphie dreamed of your visits.

You were a foolish human he was manipulating. You couldn’t be trusted. In a way, all the things he convinced you to do were proof of that. You were lying to his brothers, after all.

You kept coming back, though. With stories of his brothers, with treats Beel had told you Belphie liked, with little trinkets that reminded you of him.

You were a human, and humans couldn’t be trusted.

You comforted him after a nightmare, you listened to him when he talked about how much he hated Lucifer, how much he hated being locked up, how much he missed his brothers.

Belphie had been using you, and that was all.

From the very moment you’d agreed to help him, your fate had been decided. Belphie would kill you, the program would be ruined, and Lucifer would look like a fool in front of the prince he’d abandoned his family for.

What Belphie felt now… he just missed his family again, right? He was mad at going from one prison to another.

This pain whenever he thought of you was from Beel, right? You’d sunk your hooks into his twin’s heart, yet another reason Belphie had to get rid of you.

Humans… getting involved with humans would always end badly, that’s why he never let himself like you… Belphie only used you…

Used you as a sympathetic ear, as an ally and a confidant, as his only source of affection in the cold, lonely attic.

Belphie drifted in and out for days, struggling to find a reason to stay conscious for long. He wasn’t going to escape on his own and he didn’t care to answer anyone’s questions, so why bother?

He held tight to the bond between him and Beel, painful though it was. Beel was his only connection to the outside world.

Were his brothers not allowed to visit? Or did they just decide not to?

The way you’d spoken about his brothers… he’d hated it, hated how close you’d gotten to them, but hung onto every word. Through their bond, Belphie felt Beel become lighter, happier, the constant hunger and heavy weight of his soul still there, but easier to manage.

You were a human… you would only end up hurting his family.

That’s why Belphie had to… even if Lucifer didn’t have it coming, Belphie had to…!

Belphie woke up to Lucifer in his cell.

Belphie wanted to make some cruel remark, wanted to twist the knife, but this version of his brother…

“You look like shit.” And Lucifer huffed, running a hand through his already messy hair, looking at Belphie with tired, disappointed, loving eyes.

“There’s something you need to know about Lilith.”

Belphie screamed and raged against the truth, pushed Lucifer against the bars and tried to hurt him, tried to rip into him like he’d done with the human, but Lucifer was always, always going to be his older brother and he just held Belphie close until his sloth once more overtook his wrath.

Lilith had… but if she’d lived then… If Lilith had been human, then…

For centuries, he’d held onto his hate, held it tight against his chest, a reminder of the love he had for Lilith.

Belphie couldn’t let go of his hate, couldn’t let go of Lilith, didn’t know how to separate the two in his mind, his love for his sister and his hatred of those who took her from him.

If that was wrong, then what…

What had he been doing all these years?

What had he done?

Belphie was not executed like he expected to be. Belphie was let go with a stern warning to never speak of the events of that day outside of the House of Lamentation.

Belphie returned home to a quiet house full of people who once loved him and now couldn’t meet his eye.

Belphie hated this… he was free but he was still alone, and now what? There was no plotting to get out of the attic, no human to betray, and his hate for Lucifer and for humanity was now hollow and empty.

Belphie found his way to Beel, to Lilith, to the small shrine of your things Beel had made, organised and added to by the rest of the brothers.

Belphie had tried to visit your room once, wanted to understand you better. Satan had caught him, threw him out and it was only Lucifer’s intervention that spared him a beating from the fourth born.

Beel begged him for answers and Belphie cried because he had no answers. All of his reasons, all of his excuses were based on lies. He killed you over a lie.

Belphie could only sob out apology after apology, to you and to Beel.

Once again, Belphie is the cause of his family’s grief.

If Lilith had stayed in the Devildom, she’d never make a mistake like this.

Beel really did make the wrong choice.

#obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me #obey me angst #obey me swd #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #my writing #I included a few of my personal characterisation hcs in here #especially for Levi #I read this as like #requesting lesson 16 grief #not general grief #me: I don’t want to be the lesson 16 writer #also me: misreads things to become the lesson 16 writer #grief tw

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Devotion/Obsession

A Jaehyun fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: Jaehyun is new to town and wants you to show him around. But the truth is, he has known you for a while..

Pairing: Lucifer!Jaehyun x female reader

Other Characters: Husband!Kun

Genre: angst, smut, horror

Warnings: cursing, alcohol use, cheating, stalking, obsession, possessiveness, smut: breeding kink, unprotected sex, nipple sucking, size kink, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, c*eampie, pregnancy, character death.

Word Count: 8.9K

(A/N: okay ummm...this is influenced by stories told in the Bible, I hope I do not offend you with my interpretation, Jaehyun in this is a huge stalker!! This isn’t love, he’s obsessed and it’s unhealthy. But I hope you guys enjoy❤️ THANK YOUUU ARI FOR PROOFREADING THIS FOR ME I LOVE YOUUUU❤️❤️❤️❤️😭)

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Long ago, there were two beings on Earth, Adam and Eve. They were created by God and tainted by Lucifer, the serpent. The serpent found himself in love with God’s creation, Eve, for she bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lilith, whom God cursed and sent away.

God’s most beautiful angel, Lucifer, fell in love with Lilith even though he was forbidden by God to do so. He tried to fight for her in a war against the angels of Heaven, but was struck down to Hell where he could rule the dark. He saw Lilith become a demon. Her beauty had gone away as God made her ugly and it hurt Lucifer to even look at her anymore.

And so, Lucifer turned to Eve and loved her instead, polluting her mind, body, and soul and thus, causing her to be cursed by God as well. She was hidden by God from Lucifer. He grew angry and decided to continue to defy God by living on Earth and causing havoc on both small and large scales.

He went by the name of Jaehyun now, a strikingly handsome bachelor with a mansion on the outskirts of a popular city. He stayed on Earth at the exact point above hell where his throne rested so he could cause evil to run through the city unstopped.

He never forgot about Eve. After all these years, his soul still yearned for her. He cursed at God for hiding her from him and for taking not one, but two of his dearest loves away.

He would walk through the city and see all the couples enjoying each other’s company. They’d laugh and smile and he’d wish nothing but pain for them. If he couldn’t be happy, why should they?

Then one day..he saw her..he saw Eve.

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You were packing away fruits, placing the oranges in an organized pattern so they wouldn’t fall to the floor of the supermarket. He saw you, delicately picking up the spoiled fruits and placing them into the bin to throw away later. You had a small smile on your face that made you look sweet and your fingers were soft, gentle. You looked at each fruit with adoration in your eyes, like you treasured the round balls of nectar as if they were made of gold.

He walked closer to you, still staring intently.

He wondered how you could exist, how you were here with her face, her body, her hair..you were her. It didn’t take long for him to notice the sparkling ring on your wedding finger. But he didn’t care about that, now that he had you, he would never let you go.

Even if you didn’t sound like Eve or looked at him the way she did when she was in love with him, he had to have you.

“Hello, can I help you, sir?” You turned to the man you noticed had been hanging around you for a bit too long.

Your voice was heavenly, it was the best thing he’d ever heard.

You were looking at him, awaiting his answer when you placed an apple onto the shelf. You didn’t see that placing it in that exact spot would cause for another to fall. But Jaehyun already knew.

He quickly knelt down beside you and caught the green apple as it fell.

You looked down at him and gasped. How could he move so quickly.

He stood up straight, still locking eyes with you. A smile creeps across his face.

“Here.” He hands you the apple as you look down at it still in shock.

“Oh..thank you.” You chuckled and took it from him, then started to walk away after feeling..odd.

He walked towards you. “Umm..excuse me, miss? I’m new here, and I just want to know..where can I find the best coffee?”

He looked down at your name tag.

“Y/n..” he says quietly.

His voice is smooth and nice, just as nice as his perfect face, you thought it ought to have been carved by God himself. His jawline was perfect and his eyes were magnetic, you couldn’t look away.

However, you should’ve. You were married after all.

“Oh..hmm about five blocks south, you’ll find Johnny’s Café, it’s quite nice actually.”

Jaehyun wanted to ask you to join him, just so he could talk to you, just so he could get close to you and have you firmly in his grasp, never to let you disappear again. But he didn’t, he decided to wait, if he scared you away, that would only make it worse for not only him, but for you as well. The last thing he wanted was to hold you against your will just because you resembled her.

“Thank you, y/n, I’ll see you next time.” He walked close to you and nodded slowly. As if hypnotized, you never let his eyes go while you nodded.

He walked by you, leaving you breathless and almost star struck, but who was he? Why did he have this interesting glow about him that made him stand out from everyone else?

Later that day, Jaehyun followed you home. His black Lamborghini wasn’t discreet to say the least, so he had to trail behind a few hundred feet. He could see you jamming out to music in your car as you left work.

You were adorable and happy, he loved seeing you like this.

He parked far away from your house, he walked over in a long black trench coat and watched as you went inside. You were greeted by a man that looked like...Adam..

His eyes grew into glowing red orbs, he tried hard to hold back his horns and nails.

“This is God’s idea of a joke, isn’t it?” He spoke to himself. Not only were you the exact replica of Eve, your husband was an exact replica of Adam.

You hugged your husband, Kun, hard and smiled widely, happy to see him after a long day at work.

The door clicks shut and Jaehyun stands there with steam escaping his hot ears. He had to figure out how to get rid of Kun.

————

[The Next Day]

You’re lugging around a large box of lettuce through the aisles when you see him..again.

“Hello, y/n, do you need help?”

You stare at him. “W-what are you doing here?”

He was handsome, you had to admit, your heart couldn’t stop beating like crazy when he showed up. He was stylish in his turtleneck and jean jacket. He smelled refreshing like amber and honey.

“What? A man can’t shop for groceries?” His dimples peeked through as he smiled and tilted his head.

“Oh-no it’s just, two days in a row?”

You furrowed your brows when you sensed something wasn’t right.

Jaehyun could tell that your heart rate was rising because of his presence, you looked around like you were nervous.

“I know, it’s weird, right? But the truth is..I just wanted to see you again..” he said huskily. You felt your chest weaken.

You put the box down and turned to him. “Oh so you’re one of those creeps? Well, I’m flattered but..I’m also married.”

“That’s alright..” he gave a small smile, his dimples showing through again. You turned away.

“So...what are you looking for today?”

“A friend.”

“A friend?” You chuckled.

He swayed from side to side and looked up to the ceiling. “Okay, I’ll get to the point..there’s a..korean barbecue place that I wanted to try..are you free after work?”

He was so strange but had an aura about him that you couldn’t ignore. His features were sharply defined and his eyes never let you go. You should’ve been creeped out but you weren’t, for he was warm and intriguing. Lately, you felt like Kun was so busy with work. You’d get home and wait hours for him, your friends were busy as well as they were either taking college classes or travel king constantly.

Sometimes, you felt you were alone, so why not start something new.

You hummed before answering.

Jaehyun watched your cute expression, the way you looked to the floor and stuck your hands in your apron.

“I guess..I am free after work.” You nodded.

Jaehyun nearly jumped up and down right inside the store. He grinned from ear to ear.

“Just don’t pull any moves, I’m married okay?”

You teased and felt your face become warm.

“I promise I won’t.”

The two of you went to dinner at the Korean barbecue place Jaehyun wanted to try. He was enraptured by you, caught up in your presence. He was so in love and you had no idea.

You told him about places to visit in the city and he told you about where he had come from. He made up a city and a backstory to relate to you, telling you that he had investments that started from his grandparents and that’s how he made money.. He’d do anything just to keep speaking with you, even if it meant lying.

He fought hard to hold back his naturally glowing red eyes and goat-like horns. He had to remain normal so you could become his soon enough.

And when you left him and went home, he stayed outside of your house once again, using his elevated hearing skills to listen to you speak with your husband.

Kun was talking to you about some new project he had in a city about two hours away. You stayed silent, disappointed that he would be gone yet again for a business trip. Kun was the senior architect and had to present, he couldn’t skip out on these trips as much as he wanted to.

“Listen, baby I’m sorry but you know how it is.”

Kun stepped into the bathroom as you brushed your teeth. He took his shirt off as he was about to shower.

You spit water out into the sink and look at your reflection, you were trying hard to hold back your anger. Kun stood behind you and watched you through the mirror with a concerned expression on his face.

“If I knew you were going to be gone all the time, I wouldn’t have married you..”

Kun scoffed. “Don’t say that, you know you don’t mean that, y/n.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and smirked through the mirror.

His hand went to your breast and cupped it.

“I mean it, Kun, how is this supposed to work when we have a family? I want us to both be present for our kids.”

Kun kissed along your neck, he knew you were ticklish.

You started to giggle. “Kun..stop, you’re distracting me.”

“Ahh baby, did you just say “our kids?” Are you trying to tell me something?” He squeezed your breasts gently

You turned to him and kissed his lips. His other hand reached under your frilly nightgown, bunching it up at the waist, and to his satisfaction you wore nothing else under it.

“Should we start right now? Should we have a family?” He brushes his clothed erection into your back as he presses his fingers over you already dripping folds. His deep voice always got you like this.

You gasped and looked at him through the mirror. Soon you were gripping the edge of the counter and crying out his name as he fucked you from behind. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you could look at him through the mirror as you came all over his girthy cock.

Jaehyun heard it all, he imagined it was him bringing you to sweet paradise like he did long ago. He listened to your moans and imagined it was his name you called as your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

It pained him to have to pleasure himself as he imagined all that he would do to you. He was Lucifer, after all. He could have anyone in the dark world pleasure him without even asking twice, but he didn’t want just anyone. He wanted you, and soon he would have you right in his grasp.

————-

[1 Month Later]

Jaehyun was a regular customer at the supermarket you worked at, he’d come in at least once a day. You found it odd that he always knew when your breaks were, so he’d bring you coffee or a snack.

If he didn’t visit during his break, he’d wait for you outside so you’d go to a new place for dinner together after you clocked out.

You spoke about everything. He seemed so smart as he knew about every detail in history and taught you about the world and why things were the way they were.

You watched him intently, your eyes grew when he told you something so interesting, your heart started to race. Like the presence of aliens or ghosts and witches. They all existed and Jaehyun told you all of the evidence as you sat there, stunned.

And then, it was his turn to ask questions.

He finally asked about your husband, even though he knew everything about him.

He knew that he had a short temper sometimes but your fights would either lead to make up sex or him sleeping on the couch. He had watched you every night since finding you. He didn’t sleep, for even the thought of closing his eyes and losing sight of you made him sick to his stomach.

“My husband, Kun, is an architect. He works really hard, but he loves me and I love him. He’s really sweet, I never stop thinking about him. We got married about a year ago, and I couldn’t be happier.” You smiled as you looked down at your hot pot as thought of Kun.

“Ahh..that’s nice..he seems like a supportive partner, during your first year of marriage, have you fought a lot?” Jaehyun tilted his head while smirking.

“Nope! We don’t fight at all, we’re pretty chill, you know?”

You were lying to him and he didn’t like that, but he swallowed hard and smiled nonetheless.

“I see..” he nodded.

He realized that he’d have to work harder to get you to stop thinking about Kun. He’d have to sabotage your current relationship if he ever dreamed of being with you soon.

Killing him would be too easy, he’d have to make Kun so bad, that you’d run to him for relief.

———

[A Week Later]

You kissed Kun goodbye and wished him well for his trip. He quickly kissed you back and walked through the front door without a hug.

“Honey?” You called out to him. “Where’s my hug?” You pouted.

He threw his hand up and continued to walk towards his car. “Sorry, baby, gotta go!”

He had been acting strange these past few days, but you knew he was stressed so you brushed it off. You had had sex the night before but he wasn’t as gentle as he usually was, you could tell something had upset him as he choked you for the first time. You didn’t mind it, you were just surprised by how...different he was.

Little did you know that it was Jaehyun that was making his daily work more difficult. Kun’s important documents and files would go missing right before a presentation, his coworkers weren’t showing up for work, and his boss was always upset with him for some reason. He was starting to dislike his job and he wasn’t sure why, for this was his passion, but lately, everything seemed to be going poorly.

Kun was having difficulty sleeping as well. He’d have disturbing dreams of a place with fire and monsters with sharp teeth. He’d sweat and pant, and eventually be jolted awake in his bed, every night at 3:23 A.M. he’d go downstairs and watch something on TV or write down a few project ideas.

The lack of sleep definitely contributed to his poor mood, but he didn’t tell you for some reason.

Jaehyun watched Kun speed off. He smiled to himself, knowing that his plan was working, he was getting frustrated at work and began taking his anger out on you.

————

[Four Days Later]

You continued to spend time with Jaehyun. You lost track of time as you watched him speak. His dimples were adorable, his voice was intoxicating and you loved staring into his deep brown eyes.

He watches you play with your wedding ring as you nod and smile at him. His smile was like a blooming garden, his laugh was like heavenly trumpets. The two of you were flirting now, and he could tell from your heartbeat that you weren’t really listening to him, instead, you were fantasizing about him. The glances turned into stares.

You watched his lips and licked your own, your face was hot, but you furrowed your brows and looked down at your ring.

What were you doing? Were you getting emotionally attached to him? You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t hurt Kun.

You got up from your seat. “Well, it’s late.. I should go.”

“Noo.. don’t leave yet.” Jaehyun stood up and touched your hand. The disappointed look in his eyes ate away at your heart. You were developing a nice friendship, but a part of you was afraid that it was becoming something more, something that couldn’t be.

“You look stressed. Do you want a drink?..we can visit that new bar in town.” Jaehyun bites his bottom lip.

A drink did sound nice, it had been a while since you and Kun went out to a bar together and sometimes you did miss the atmosphere, you were young after all, everyone else in their early twenties went out.

Jaehyun smiled to himself as he saw you contemplate your options. He knew you were worried about Kun, but he also knew you needed to have some fun.

So you agreed.

The two of you went out to a bar and drank. You laughed and joked around all night. Jaehyun pretended to be affected by the alcohol, just so he could make you laugh and see your beautiful smile.

He dropped you off home at about 1 A.M after you sobered up a bit.

You turned to him and licked your lips. “You know, Jaehyun, if I weren’t married to Kun..I would date you for sure.” You giggled and leaned in close. And all Jaehyun could think was “yes.” He wanted to feel your plump lips so badly, he wanted to caress them and make love to you to relive the best days of his life, but now was not the time.

He backed away and held your hand while searching your eyes. “Y/n...you should go inside now..”

You sighed, nodding as you opened the door to quickly leave before you could embarrass yourself any more.

You go into your house and to your surprise, Kun is there, his face red and stern as he sat on the loveseat in the living room. The room was dark, lit only by a small night light in the corner and the moonlight from outside.

Kun was nearly fired by his boss during his trip. He was upset and frustrated, but what made matters worse was when he went home at 10 PM to see that you weren’t there. Then time went on and you still didn’t come home.

You smirked and put your bag down.

“Babyyyyy.. I missed you.” You start to crawl over his lap slowly.

He can tell from the drawn out tones in your voice that you’re drunk. He winces and turns away.

“Where were you, y/n?”

“Out with a friend..we had some drinks and talked.” You straddle him, placing his crotch in between your legs as you kneel over him. You then lean down and kiss his collarbone.

“Why are you home so late? Is it because you didn’t think I’d be home early?” Kun growled out. He wasn’t amused in the slightest by the way you were acting.

“No, baby, I just wanted to hang out with someone for a little bit, you know? I’m so lonely when you’re not here.”

You try to kiss his lips but he flicks his head to the side.

“Who’s this “friend?”

You gulp and straighten your body. You pout as you look down at him. “Baby, kiss me..don’t you miss me too?” You take the straps of your dress down before unhooking your bra and throwing it to the floor.

Jaehyun watched through an open window behind the loveseat as you kneel over an angry Kun. His eyes glow red and his horns grow out of his head as does the straining member in his pants. You in your drunken haze never noticed the pair of crimson eyes outside.

Kun doesn’t touch you or look at your breasts with nipples begging to be sucked. He wanted to take them into his mouth badly, but he was more focused on another issue at hand.

He wrapped his hand around your throat. “Tell me..their name.”

You smirked. “His name is Jaehyun..but we’re just friends, baby, I promise.”

Kun thrusts himself into you from below, grinding hard against your covered opening. You whimper and move your hips to rub your slit against him.

“Well..stop being friends with him, no guy just wants to be friends with a girl..he wants to fuck you..”

You grind down onto him harder, he squeezes his hand and grips your thigh.

“He doesn’t, he’s really nice and helps me at work sometimes.”

Kun digs his nail into your thigh causing you to cry out in pain. He digs into it so deep, he sees blood from your leg run onto his thumb.

But you reach under your dress and pull his boxers down. You still wanted him in your aching core badly, the pain only added to your yearning.

“Y/n.” He says sternly as he watches you align yourself with his hard cock. You sink down onto him slowly and let out a loud moan as it passes through the sensitive skin and rests deep in your core. You adjust to him quickly as you had already been built up by dry humping him before.

He squeezes your throat again.

“Y/n..”

You move up and down. “Yes..” you call out before licking your lips.

He grabs your waist with both hands and lifts you off of him.

“Kun!” You cry his name after being left empty.

“You’re not gonna get out of this so easily. If you want my cock, tell me you’re done with him.”

“But, baby..”

Kun shakes his head. “Don’t. I’m your husband and you should really take into consideration how I might feel when you spend time with men, when you fucking drink alcohol with men like..like some kinda slut.”

You gasped. “Slut?”

Kun nods. “Look at you, you’re just thirsty for any male attention. I work my ass off for a few days and you’re already looking for a replacement.”

“Kun, that’s not true.” You felt your chest rumble, as if you were about to burst into tears.

He flips you over onto the couch. “I’m your husband, aren’t I?”

You nod.

“Then do as I say, don’t go out with Jaehyun again.”

Before you can protest his thrusts into you hard and begins to choke you again.

He goes hard and fast as you mewl.

“Baby, slower, please.”

He bites your nipple and looks down at you to see your body tremble with each rough thrust he gives you, your lips parting to let out the most heavenly moans, your round breasts moving up and down, your legs bent and spread across the loveseat.

“You’re all mine, right?”

“Yes..fuck, yes.” His thumb on your clit makes you dizzy.

“Then I’m gonna breed you, would you like that? Gonna fuck you so hard and get you pregnant.” Kun grunts into your ear.

Jaehyun grimaces outside of your window. Kun, or Adam rather, hadn’t changed at all. He still believed in a woman’s subordination to her husband. He believed from the beginning of time that a woman should lay under her husband, not above.

And now, he was trying to make you his by breeding you, making it impossible for you to break the link between the two of you. But Jaehyun had to make sure that didn’t happen, he had to stop him before he could do this to you.

————

[Three Days Later]

It’s been three days since that night and you hadn’t shown up to work. Kun made love to you day and night on your time off, he felt threatened by the presence of another male in your life and felt it necessary to remind you why you married him in the first place.

He cooked breakfast for you and bought you nice things. You even went to the movies and ice skating. You enjoyed the time off and Kun’s company, it finally felt like things were getting back to normal. You were happy.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, was furious. He knew where you were, but he couldn’t believe that you had forgotten about him so easily. He didn’t want to get violent, but maybe he would have to.

A few days later, you finally return to work and as usual, Jaehyun was there to bring you a cookie.

“Hey! Where have you been?” He asked as you put bread up on the shelves.

“Oh..I took some time off, Kun came home early so we had a little vacation..thank you for the other night though, I really had a great time.�� You finally looked up at him and noticed the slightly crazed look in his eyes. His lips were tightly shut.

“That’s great. Would you like to go out again tonight?” He asks sweetly.

You sigh and shake your head. “Umm...Jaehyun..I can’t..do this..”

His smile starts to fade.

“I-I can’t pretend that we are just friends when I’ve had thoughts about you that I shouldn’t have. I’m married and it’s..really not right for me to get emotionally involved with someone.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “That’s nonsense! We are just friends.”

“But we’re not. Look..it’s best if we end this now, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t come to my work place anymore.”

Jaehyun screams internally. You were really doing as Kun said by cutting him off. Was he that disposable?

A smile still rests on his face.

“As you wish..” he nods and leaves after handing you the cookie he brought.

You swallow hard and sigh. That was harder than you thought it would be, but it felt right. It felt like you could finally focus on your marriage with Kun.

Your day at work ended as it usually did. You closed up and walked to your car, but as you got closer you noticed a figure standing beside it.

It had two red eyes and horns peeking out of its skull.

You slowed down. “Hello?” You called out into the empty parking lot.

The figure stepped out of the shadows and under a street light, that’s when you squinted to make out its familiar features. The red eyes and horns had disappeared.

“Jaehyun?”

He stood there creepily in a long black coat and black pants. His face was unreadable and he stayed silent.

You walked closer. “Jaehyun, what are you doing here?”

“You know..” Jaehyun scratches his head and laughs.

“I think we should grab something to eat.”

“Jaehyun..” you looked to the side and away from his somber face. You were just a few feet away from each other now.

“We’ll just be eating, we don’t even have to talk.” Jaehyun stepped forward and pleaded.

He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t lose you, not after all this time when he had finally gotten so close.

“I can’t, Kun is waiting for me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes.

Jaehyun felt his body tremble whenever you looked at him like that.

He suddenly leaned forward and kissed your lips hard. You fell into him for a brief moment, but then realized what was happening. You quickly bit his lip and pulled away.

“Jaehyun!” You rubbed your lip. “What the hell?!”

He licked the blood on his lips and frowned after your warmth disappeared.

“I’m sorry, I just-“ he reached out for you again but you backed away and opened your car in a rush.

“Leave me alone! I never want to see you again!”

Jaehyun only watched as you scurried into your car seat and locked the car doors.

He banged on the window hard, you jumped from the sound for you were terrified by him. You saw a dark flint in his eyes that you’d never seen.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you put the car in drive.

You sped out of the parking lot and away from him.

“I’ll never let you go, y/n, now that I have you..I’ll never let you go.” He whispered to himself.

————-

[1 Month Later]

The honeymoon feeling you felt with Kun soon dissipated as things went back to how they’d usually been. He spent his time at work and would come home upset, some nights he didn’t even speak to you. He looked sleep deprived and when you asked him about it, he’d have a fit and say he’s fine.

Some nights he wouldn’t look at you, you couldn’t remember the last time you had made love.

He was always short with you, but lately, you found it increasingly difficult to deal with his negative mood. Is this really who you wanted to be married to?

Jaehyun had been messing with him, he’d purposely make every day difficult for him. Kun couldn’t sleep most nights, but when he did, Jaehyun made sure to fill his mind with dark scenes to scare him. Sometimes he’d throw in false images of you making love to a faceless man. It gave Kun the feeling that he was walking in on you cheating on him. He would wake up from these nightmares but they felt so real, he couldn’t ignore how upset they made him.

Kun was paranoid, he felt like someone was out to get him and he didn’t know who it could be, but he didn’t trust even you as much as he did three months ago.

Then one night, you came home late because of a terrible thunderstorm and traffic. You were only about an hour late, but Kun was already home and steaming on the couch.

“Where were you?” He asked as soon as you entered the house.

You exhaled loudly. “Oh, so now you speak to me.”

“Yeah, I’m speaking to you, I’m asking a fucking question.”

You raised your brows. “And who are you to talk to me like that?”

“I’m your husband, or did you forget that when you fucked him tonight?” Kun bit back as he sat up in the chair.

Your face wrinkled as you placed your bag down.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jaehyun..do you think I’m some kind of idiot? I know you’re still seeing him.”

You scoffed. “Wowww Kun.”

You walk away to the kitchen to get some water.

“No, don’t “wowww” me, tell me I’m lying!” His voice started to raise, he walked into the kitchen after you.

“Kun..you sound ridiculous right now, I’m late because there’s a thunderstorm, or do you not hear it just like you don’t hear your phone ringing when I call you?” You asked sarcastically.

“If you’re gonna be late, you should tell me.”

You gulped down your water. “I don’t have to report anything to you! You’re not my king or whatever you think you are.”

“I’m your husband! And you should treat me like a king because look at this house, you wouldn’t be in it if it weren’t for me.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you really holding the house over my head? Wow Kun, you’ve really hit rock bottom, haven’t you?”

Kun chuckles. “Maybe Jaehyun lives somewhere nice, why don’t you go to him since I’m not your king.”

“Okay, here we go again, why are you so insecure, Kun?!”

The two of you went back and forth that night. You broke down in tears as Kun said hurtful things that left you stunned.

“I want a divorce!” You yelled and stormed out.

You jumped into your car and drove away, you didn’t know where you were going to go, but you knew you needed to be away from him.

You dialed up Jaehyun who had heard the entire conversation from outside of your house.

“Hello?” He said with the faked tone of confusion in his voice.

“Jaehyun..I need to see you.”

You drove to his house.

It was an incredibly large mansion, and when you went inside, the walls were lined with gold and red velvet curtains. It looked beautiful, unreal almost.

You wondered how Jaehyun could live in an expensive place at such a young age.

Jaehyun looked at your magnificent face as your mouth dropped open.

“Investments.” He smirked.

You laughed and looked back at him. His eyes were warm, his smile was bright.

He could tell you had been crying so once in the foyer he steps close to you and searches your wet eyes.

He runs his thumb along your cheek as you gaze up at him.

“What happened, love?”

You shook your head. “It’s Kun..we fought, I just..I don’t know, Jaehyun, I don’t think we can make it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, y/n..”

“I love him, I really do but..” you look to the side and sniffle.

“Is he controlling, y/n?”

Your eyes flicker up to him. You nod slowly.

“Is he the reason why you stopped hanging out with me?”

You nod again.

Jaehyun purses his lips. “Y/n..he’s threatened by you, he doesn’t want you to be independent now that you’re married. He wants to control you and that isn’t a partnership. That isn’t love.”

Your eyes brim with tears once again. “Jaehyun..I don’t want to think about him right now...I want to feel loved, can you do that for me?”

Jaehyun’s dark soul nearly escapes his body. “Of course.”

You place both hands on his head and kiss him slowly and sensually. You both close your eyes as you fall into him more, his arms wrapping around you to bring you closer to him. He wants to become one with you, feel you, smell you, to be completely enraptured by you for eternity.

Time stood still and your heart fluttered as it was finally being satisfied by something it had craved from the first moment you met Jaehyun.

He too felt everything slow down to a crawl, your lips tasted like the sweetest fruit, your hands were soft like plush blankets.

He pulls away to breathe, his hot breath hitting your now swollen lips. “So beautiful” he whispers into them, then kisses you again in the dim lighting of his house.

He takes you into his arms and carries you to one of his many bedrooms.

“I will take you higher than the heavens themself, just give in to me.” He whispers softly.

He lays you down gently onto the fluffy bed and watches as you relax into it, your hair looking gorgeous as it lays against the white sheets, your neck just begging for soft kisses or hastily made bite marks, cute nose and round, swollen lips. He looks into your wide eyes and smiles. “You’re stunning.” He kicks his shoes off and crawls over you.

You giggled and held him by the hem on his shirt. “Jaehyun...kiss me.”

He leaned down and kissed you as you asked. He was transported back to when your name was Eve and the two of you made love in the garden. Your lips taste the same as hers, your skin feels the same, your touch and everything else was the same. Jaehyun was more than pleased to finally be experiencing your love again.

You start to take your pants down your legs and eventually kick them off. Jaehyun takes his clothes off as well, then watches you take your hoodie off to reveal your breasts.

Without hesitation, he lays his tongue flat against the perky nub, coating it with his spit. He then swirls his tongue around it while he massages the other breast that he hasn’t tasted yet.

You moan and run your fingers through his hair.

His fingers press onto your thigh, then work their way to your sensitive skin between your legs. You tremble as they brush lightly against it.

You arch your back, telling him silently that you want him to go further. He sucks your nipples harder and listens to another moan leave your beautiful lips.

He takes two fingers and uses them to part your folds. He circles his fingertips around your entrance to collect the liquid that has formed from you being so turned on already.

He kisses the skin in between your breasts.

“You taste so sweet.”

He pushes his fingers into you slowly, your legs widen a bit to adjust to him. His fingers are long and slender, but it doesn’t take much time before his knuckles hit your most sensitive part.

“Jaehyun..” you exhale.

His fingers glide in and out of you slowly, he curls his finger tips to press right onto the fleshy spot that makes your head spin. He flicks his tongue across your breast as his fingers work on your needy area.

He looks up at you through low eyes, your dainty fingers grasping onto the sheets tightly.

“So-so close.” You whimper.

His fingers move faster, pressing onto your clenching walls as you get closer.

He then kneels and looks down at you as his fingers still move back and forth.

He licks his lips and lowers his face to the apex of your open legs. He flicks his tongue across you slit now, combining the action of his tongue with his finger to drive you crazy.

He moves his tongue in circular motions onto your clit as his finger moves in faster and presses onto your g-spot harder.

His long tongue flattens onto you repeatedly.

You cry out his name one final time before cumming onto his fingers. He continues to rub his nose onto your clit and lick inside you as you climax and shake.

You try to push your body up away from him, but he holds your waist down firmly and continues to eat you out.

“Jaehyun!” You look down at him to see his eyes, almost with a glint of red in them, looking up at you sternly.

He places a kiss onto your folds then crawls over you to face you. He licks his lips.

“Y/n, my love, I will never force you to bow down to me, you are my queen, you always have been. I will not lose you like I did so long ago.”

You’re slightly confused, but you nod and kiss him. He lays down beside you and takes your waist into his hands as his tongue now dances with yours.

He brings your body over on top of his.

Your skin becomes littered with goose pimples as he runs his hands up and down your thighs.

You kneel over his intimidating length and take in a sharp breath while running your hands along his chest and abs. He, too, was magnificent, like a painting or sculpture come to life.

He takes your hand in his and watches your naked body above him.

He remembered the first time you made love, you rode him that time too, bringing him to his most memorable orgasm of all time.

You sink down onto him slowly, your head falling back instantly.

You couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching around him as he stretched you out so well and stimulated you just from being halfway in.

He pushes up into you to help you. You feel his cock buried deep inside you, running against your silky walls and pressing onto your sweet spot once more.

He curved into you so perfectly. You bite your lips and swivel your hips as you move up and down. He grabs your ass and brings it down onto him.

He groans when you quiver around him and it is a low sound that you’ve never heard before, it’s almost animalistic.

But it’s hot, and pushes you closer to the edge.

Jaehyun watched your body shimmer in the low, warm lighting of the room. Your face is adorable, your skin is soft and glistens, you smell like vanilla. He wished he could have you like this forever, gliding down onto him, your breasts moving up and down as you whimper and moan from the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

You are his Heaven.

He thrusts up into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as does your groans and cries.

Jaehyun fits you so perfectly, you’re on the brink of tears, you're weak and ride him sloppily as you chase your high.

Jaehyun knows this and flips you over onto your back in a swift move. He places your legs onto his shoulders and pushes into you. His hips slap against yours as he kisses you again.

He uses his ability to grow even more while inside you.

His eyes glow red but your eyes are closed as he fucks into you from above now.

“Jaehyun..fuck..” Tears escape your eyes. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably around his cock.

He runs his palm onto your belly and feels his cock twitch in the pit of your stomach. “I’m so deep inside you, do you like feeling me? Do you want me to release deep inside you?”

He moves faster.

You arch your back. “Fill me up, please, I want you inside me so badly.” You whimper out.

Jaehyun licks his thumb and places it onto your clit. He licks your breast again and sucks hard.

You cum hard and shake.

He climaxes as well, cumming deep inside you as you let out a stream of curses. You had never orgasmed so hard, but something about Jaehyun has you trembling for several minutes. He was able to deliver pleasure just as he was able to deliver pain in the underworld.

He rubs his thumb along the side of your sweaty face while watching his cum leak out of you.

“My love..would you like me to fuck you again?”

His voice is gravelly, but confident, for he already knows the answer.

You nod and within a few milliseconds you’re on your chest with your ass up in the air. Jaehyun pounds you into the bed and has you calling out his name several times that night.

You fall asleep after climaxing many times. You felt amazing, like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Jaehyun held you in his arms and cuddled you to sleep.

“Y/n..I’m happy you’re mine now.”

————

[The Next Day]

Jaehyun woke up to see that you left him, you had snuck out and drove back home.

You left a note for him explaining that you couldn’t be in a relationship with him for your heart belonged to Kun.

“Thank you for being here for me, I am sorry for coming to you during my weakest moment. I hope you will respect my wish to not see you again, as I must remain steady in my marriage to Kun.

With Love, Y/n”

Jaehyun crumbles up the note and sets fire to it in his hands. His horns grow large and his eyes beam red, furious is an understatement.

How could you do this to him? He made love to you, gave you the best love you’d ever had and you still went back to him.

He would make sure to ruin Kun, for if he couldn’t have you, no one else should.

————

[3 Months Later]

Jaehyun was still hurt by you leaving him that night, but he knew there was nothing he could do. A part of him wanted you to be happy, but a part of him wanted to destroy Kun so he could have you all to himself.

He had planned to get rid of him until he discovered that you were pregnant. He wasn’t sure if the baby was his or Kun’s, but he did know that if he were to kill Kun you would potentially lose the baby from devastation. He couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t cause that pain even if he was satisfied by Kun’s death.

So he watches you from afar, imagining once again that it was him preparing for a baby instead of Kun.

The two of you looked happy, maybe it was the child that was making things different.

Either way, he hated seeing you so happy without him.

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[8 Months Later]

You give birth to your son. You and Kun raise it together and take turns watching it during the night.

One day, Jaehyun visits you while you cradle the baby at home alone.

You open the door and your smile falls.

Jaehyun, however, smiles harder when he sees your pretty face, glowing from the post pregnancy hormone changes.

Seeing you like this makes him want to get you pregnant all over again.

“J-Jaehyun?” You hadn’t seen him since that night, but he still looked good.

“Y/n..it’s been so long, hasn’t it?”

Something about him being there after so much time made you uneasy.

“Well..can I come in?” Jaehyun gives a half smile.

You nod and let him in.

You hold your baby and sit in a rocking chair. “So..what brings you here?”

“I’m here to see my child of course!”

Your brows furrow. “YOUR..child?”

Jaehyun smirks and steps closer to you. He smiles to himself as he looks at the baby.

“Come on, y/n, did you forget how many times I buried my seed into your beautiful cunt that night?”

You shook your head. “Don’t speak like that, please. I was weak, I-I was sad and broken..”

“Of course, but you loved it, you loved all of it.” He looked up to the ceiling and shut his eyes.

“I can still hear your moans right now.”

“Kun is the father, Jaehyun..this isn’t up for debate.”

“And if he’s not?” He tilts his head and looks back down at you.

“Well, he is. I’ll raise this child with my husband, regardless of who the biological father is, we have no place for you in this house.”

“Tsk tsk...keeping me away from my own child? Y/n..that’s not very nice of you, my love.”

“Don’t call me that!” Your voice rose slightly. “We had one night together, I don’t want to be with you, I will never be yours.”

“You’re already mine, y/n, you always will be, don’t you understand, after all these years?”

You shook your head. “Jaehyun.. you’re crazy. I’d like you to leave.”

You reached your hand out to grab your phone.

Jaehyun sees that you're nervous and chuckles to himself. “Oh..y/n..you’ve really made me upset. I guess I will just have to embrace my nature.”

He shuts the front door as you stare intently.

You always had a fear that the baby might be his, but how did he know you were pregnant in the first place?

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[Two Days Later]

Jaehyun summons Lilith.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

She appears to him with a slim body and dark hair this time. Her face is perfect like one of some celebrity, but God cursed Jaehyun’s vision so that when he looks at Lilith, he can only see an ugly monster.

“I need you to take it.”

Jaehyun demands as sits on his throne in Hell. He tosses an apple in the air.

“Seduce the man and come back with the baby.”

“And what do I get out of it?” She places her hand on her hip.

“Nothing. But if you don’t do it, I will rip your fucking head off.” He looks up at her slowly. “Is that a good enough reason for you?”

Lilith scoffs then goes to do as she is told.

She appears to Kun who is half asleep on the couch in the living room. It’s his turn to watch the baby, so he can’t sleep completely.

“Hey there, big boy.” She says smoothly and crawls over him.

“Who—who are you?”

“My name’s Lilith.” She zips her leather jacket down to reveal her bare chest. “You look lonely, sweetheart.”

Kun is hypnotized by her, he doesn’t know if he’s awake or asleep, but he does know that he wants her badly.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Lilith asks with doe eyes as she looks up at him and pumps her breasts.

Kun nods and soon finds himself enraptured by a succubus, burying himself into her and thus falling into her trap as you, his wife, lay sound asleep in the room above.

Once Lilith brings Kun to an extraordinary climax, he falls asleep.

She then walks upstairs slowly to the baby room.

Her appealing looks disappear and she transforms into her true being, a disturbingly ugly monster with grey skin and long legs and arms. Her bones crack as she grows to about 6 feet 6 inches tall, her black hair falls out onto the floor and her jaw protrudes as her eyes glow red. She smells like rotten eggs as green liquid oozes out of her pores and eyes.

She stares at the baby sleeping soundly in its crib.

You, however, wake up from the crackling sound.

“Kun?” You murmur.

You get up and walk to the baby room.

You nearly pass out from the stench and feel your legs grow weak when you see the ghastly being standing over your baby.

“Hey!” You call out, but when the thing turns around, it already has your baby in its arms. A wide creepy smile filled with about twenty sharp and misshapen teeth creeps across its face.

You start to cry. “Put him down!”

You run towards it but it disappears.

You grasp the crib and look into it, shifting the blankets around before looking under it.

Your baby was nowhere to be found.

You let out a painful scream that Jaehyun, and even your neighbors could hear and fell to the floor.

Kun finally woke up and ran upstairs. He consoled you as you cried uncontrollably.

———-

[One Month Later]

The police and everyone in the neighborhood helped you to search for your baby, but nothing happened.

You tried to explain that night so many times, but nothing made sense and people just thought you were crazy.

Even Kun. He left you soon after the incident, the heartbreak was too much for him and he didn’t trust you. So he left you, moving further away and starting a new life without you as the divorce papers started to process.

You were alone, you couldn’t deal with the loss of your child. You sat alone at a pond and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.

Jaehyun knew your time was running out, he knew you’d pass and eventually come to him to live with him in the dark world.

Your heart breaks and you die of sadness at the edge of the pond.

Your soul slips away from your body.

Jaehyun is there watching as you stare down at it in confusion.

“Jaehyun?”

“Hello, y/n.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re with me now, where you should be.” He smiles as he goes to take your hand, but his hand passes through.

Jaehyun looks in confusion at his hand.

“Can you see me?” You ask.

“Of course I can. I should be able to touch you too, but..” he turns away and looks at his hand which is still vibrating like it had just been shocked with electricity.

“What’s happening?”

He turns back to you, but you’re gone.

“Oh, Lucifer..” a male voice calls out to him.

“You thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you? You would have her die then bring her to hell to live with you forever..”

“Winwin?” He recognizes the angel in front of him.

“I wish I could say it’s nice to see you again, but it really isn’t.”

“What the hell is going on? She’s mine!” He grows angry, his eyes becoming red and his horns growing out in harmony with his black wings.

“No, she isn’t. She belongs with us, remember God will always win.” Winwin smirks.

“No..no they can’t do this to me again!”

“Of course they can! Goodbye, LuLu!” Winwin then spins and disappears.

Jaehyun curses and shouts loudly, so loudly that the heavens can hear him. You can hear him, but now you realized who he really was and why he was so infatuated with you. It broke your heart that he went to such lengths to hold onto you, but now you knew that he was nothing but evil.

Jaehyun could feel you, he could sense you everywhere and sometimes he could see you, but he could never touch you again. He would have to live eternally as a tortured individual that lost his love 3 times.

“Well, at least you have the child.” Lilith looks at her nails as Jaehyun thrashes about in hell.

“What will you name him?”

Jaehyun smooths his hair back and walks to the crib that the baby sleeps in. “His name..is Cain.”

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peach-and-bugs · 3 years ago

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🖤Baby Steps (Part 3) - Madam Satan/Lilith x fem!Reader. (she/they pronouns) 🖤canon divergence

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Summary: When your wife Lilith, queen of hell, suggests having a child together, you knew it was going to be a challenge. That was just how parenting worked after all. But at least you have your wife at your side through it all, right?

Warnings: angst, mild sexual implication

Word Count: 2,364

A/N: And we are done! Hello loves!🖤I hope that you found this little story as entertaining to read as I did writing it. I would enjoy visiting is concept again at some point, but I'm not entirely sure how just yet. If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them! Anyways, that wraps up Baby Steps for now. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!🖤

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Lilith was different, from then on, but while she was distant, she was never cold. She still held you just as tight in the night but would roll over and shift away when Milcah woke you. She’d wake up before dawn and return to your side in bed long after the fires of hell dimmed. Sometimes, you’d be so tired from caring for Milcah and she’d be busy, so you’d only see her in brief moments of passing.

After all of that, you missed her. You missed having your wife hold your hand and ask you about your day. You missed seeing her smile as she spoke with that sparkle in her eye. Now, she was always tired and dim, and you feared her reasoning. Whenever she brought it up she would blame her absence on an overhaul of work, or something else, but you knew better.

You tried to push her to take time for herself and her family. You offered that she could pass some of her extra work off to her advisers, especially since that was what they were for. She insistently pushed against this, wanting complete control over her domain, which you understood. Yet, you couldn’t help feeling like she was making false excuses for her absence. And this missing presence went on for your daughter’s first four and a half months of life.

One afternoon, after putting your daughter down for her daily afternoon nap, you were pulled aside by a conglomerate of your wife’s advisers. They were pestering you about when you’re daughter would begin her education and classes that would teach her to rule.

“Your highness, she must begin her schooling at once,” one insisted. Since they were mostly demons, they didn’t seem to understand that she was barely five months old and wouldn’t understand anything she was being taught, even if you agreed to start lessons. You sighed heavily and continued to walk through the hall, carrying some of your baby’s laundry to be washed. Of course, you didn’t need to do it yourself, but the busy work kept your mind off things when Milcah was asleep.

“I’ve already tried to explain, but she can’t even talk yet, which is completely normal!” you persisted quickly as one of the demons made the motion to interrupt you. “She’s still in her early stages of development as a living being, and she needs to learn basic principles first before she can learn how to rule Hell,” you scoffed, making a quick right turn down the hall the laundry quarters, fortunately, wasn’t far from Milcah’s room, and a spell nad recently been cast over the castle halls that would amplify her cries if need be. The collection of demons trailing behind you were beginning to fray you’re final thread of patience when you heard your daughter begin to cry from down the turning halls.

You promptly excused yourself with a mildly relieved, yet tired sigh. Pushing past the demons, you turn back down the hall and return from once you came. You heard her wail grow louder as you made a right turn, her floor-to-ceiling doors now in your sights. You sighed at ease as you took another step, only to freeze in fear as the sound of her tears abruptly stopped. You knew you’re baby well, and she only ever stopped crying when someone was in her room. You had also made it very clear to her other caregivers not to go in her room during nap time, even if she was crying.

After a swift inhale you charged down the hall, nearly tripping over you’re many layers of skirts. You shoved the doors open with a dreadful look in your eyes, fearing the worst and preparing to scold whoever had broken your rule (or fight whoever might be trying to take your child). Much to your surprise, you found you’re wife silhouetted by the now parted curtain that let in light through the window. In her arms, she held your content daughter, who laughed as she tugged at her mother’s hair, her other fist stuffed into her mouth as she drooled.

Your wife bounced your baby in her arms, making a variety of babbling and buzzing sounds with her lips that insight high-pitched squeals of glee from Milcah that echoed through the high-ceilinged room. As you watched, completely blindsided by the interaction, you took in the look on you’re wife’s face. She seemed completely content and at ease, holding her baby. If you thought about it, you couldn’t remember if she ever held the child or if you’d ever seen that look in her eyes. It was a strange thing to witness, yet it felt like it fit, somehow.

“Darling, I didn’t hear you come in,” She stammered, turning towards you as you took her attention. There was a sudden surprise in her expression, as though she had been caught in an action she wasn’t meant to perform. You blinked dumbly for a moment but smiled, your body relaxing as you shut the door behind you and walked farther into the room. “I can leave, you be if you like,” your wife awkwardly, but you only smiled and shook your head. Your daughter caught sight of you and let out an excited shriek that was meant to be a repetition of “mama” but was instead muffled by her enthusiasm.

You smiled at your daughter, wrinkling your nose as you approached. You kissed the baby’s forehead, thumbing away some of the drool that fell from her chin. You tuned your attention back to your wife, who watched you with a questioning look and a shifting gaze as you gave her a soft smile as you blushed a loose bit of hair behind her ear.

“I’ve never seen you hold her,” you stated. You watched as a flushed warmth drifted over your wife’s features and she pressed her lips together in a fine line. “Do you want to tell me why?” you asked her and a seriousness flashed over your gaze. You could tell she was uncomfortable, and that generally led her to flee, but that was of course difficult in her current situation with a baby in her arms.

“And, you never answered my other question,” you added after a pregnant pause.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” she murmured, and you arched a brow with a firm expression.

“Do you have second thoughts about all of this,” you quoted from the evening your daughter was born. Hearing the question made your wife’s complexion pale and you heard her thickly swallow. She hesitated, eyes dancing around the room in avoidance. You didn’t want to make her feel ashamed of what her answer might be, but you needed to know. “We can’t keep going on like this, Lilith. None of us are truly happy,” you murmured, your fingertips trailing across her cheek, which she willingly leaned into. She nodded, closing her eyes as Milcah began to gurgle in her arms.

“I know, my fallen Angel, I know,” she practically whimpered taking in a long breath through her nose. You felt your breath quicken hearing your pet name once more. You hadn’t heard her say it in months. “No, I don’t regret any of it,” she eventually stated and you felt your whole body relax from the stress you’d been holding onto for the past months.

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner, love?” you asked with a sniff. You felt tears begin to prick your eyes, but you paid no mind, to focus on your wife. She let out a gaspy laugh and smiled sadly as she kissed your palm.

“Because I was scared, and I never want you to see me that way,”

“What way?”

“Small, weak. Incapable,” she listed bitterly, averting her eye from you once more. You bit your bottom lip and shook your head. You decided to take Milcah from her arms and Lilith let her go willingly. The baby whined for a moment before she comfortably rested her head against your shoulder, nuzzling into your hair. You transferred her back over to her bassinet, tucking her under the satin sheets (though you knew she wouldn’t stay under them for long). Then, you tuned back your wife, cupping either side of her face between your hands as hers naturally moved to hold your hips.

“My love, I would never think so little of you. What made you think that” you cooed, stroking your thumb over her cheek as she shut her eyes, shiny teas slipping out to wet your palms. She shrugged and shook her head.

“Oh, who knows,” she scoffed, irritated by her sudden outburst of emotion.

“It’s ok to feel a little insecure after a baby arrives,” you insisted “I read about in a few books,” Lilith gave a dry laugh and shook her head.

“No offense, but that’s about you, love. The one who had the baby,” she murmured.

“Well, then what?” You tried your best to stay calm, but couldn’t help the bit of frustration that began to pool when she wouldn’t give you a straight answer. “Do you feel like she’s less yours because you didn’t have her? Or that she sees you as less for that because she won’t,” you insisted. Lilith closed her eyes again and new tears fell, which told you that you'd struck a nerve of some kind.

“Oh, darling. I promise she won’t,” you murmured. Your wife pulled you against her and your arms naturally wrapped around her shoulders as hers came around your waist and upper back. She pressed her face into your neck, hiding away from your view as one of your hands came up to stroke the baby hairs at the back of her neck.

It didn’t take her long to compose herself, and once she had, she shyly pulled away from you, sniffing and frantically ridding her face of any stray tears. You gently guided her over to the futon that had recently been brought into the room and sat her down, letting her lean against your shoulder as you rested your cheek against the top of her head, your hands aimlessly stroking her hair. You followed your wife’s eye line as she stared in front of her at the bassinet, your daughter rolling onto her side as she murmured content, wordless sounds to herself.

“What if she resents me, for raising her in hell,” she asked after a drawn-out pause. “And what if she also denounces her role as future queen,” You pursed your lips and shrugged, not sure what to say immediately.

“I don’t know, darling. I can’t see into her future,” you said honestly, but you knew it wouldn’t be a satisfactory answer. “But, I do know that you won’t face any of those possibilities alone. You’re not solely responsible for her upbringing, you know,” you couldn’t help the tiny smile that grew on your lips. Of course, that was what she worried about.

“You do know she’s not even one yet, right?” you asked her when she didn’t have anything else to say. She nodded against your shoulder, then blindly reached for your free hand you gave it to her and she squeezed tight, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. You kissed her forehead and she pressed further against you. “You know, you sound just like that entourage of your demons who keep pestering me about her education,” you murmured. You felt her turn her head to look up at you, so you shifted to allow her to do so.

“What do you mean?” she asked and you smiled, running your fingertips over her forehead to move loose hair out of the way.

“The scholars think its time to start her education,”

“But she can’t talk yet, can she?” she asked. You laughed, wrinkling your nose, and shook her head.

“No, she can’t. She’s only making sounds that are meant to be words, but no words yet,” Lilith thought about it for a moment and pressed her lips in a fine line.

“I’ve been rather dim, haven’t I?” she said about her anxieties.

“No, I don’t think you have. Maybe you’re a little premature with them, but they’re still the same worries any parent would have,”

“I’m sorry, my fallen angel,” she whispered, taking the hand she held up to her lips to kiss each of your fingertips individually.

“I know you are, love,” you murmured, shifting her forward to kiss her. You hadn’t kissed her properly like this since Milcah had been born, and satan, did it feel good. Somehow, you nearly forgot how perfect her form fit against your own. You traced her jaw with your fingertips, which had her practically purring against your mouth, which had you grinning against your mouth as she bit your bottom lip. You pulled away from her as you felt one of her hands creeping towards your thigh and gave her a stern yet amused look as she played off innocence.

“What? I’ve missed you,” she murmured, poking out her bottom lip. You rolled your eyes with a grin and moved forward, your lips a hair length away from her own.

“And who’s fault might that be?” you offered back. She grumbled, her hand taking your own as you kissed her cheek. “But, you could always make up for the lost time. Just not here,” you added, eyes turning over to Milcah, who was now sound asleep by the sound of it. There was a sparkle in Lilith’s eyes as she smiled and nodded. You stood, tugging her along with you. You stopped at the bassinet just before leaving to find your baby girl curled up with a black stuffed goat that you already knew was her favorite.

Glancing at your wife, you admired the newfound warmth in her eyes as she watched the sleeping infant. Though it was very sudden, there was something maternal behind her blue gaze. You felt her squeeze her hand as she smiled, her attention focused back on you.

“Should we have another?” she asked you and you had to suppress a snorting laugh as you dragged her out of the room.

#madam satan x reader #lilith x reader #chilling adventures spoilers #chilling adventures of sabrina #queen lilith #queen of hell #caos spoilers #caos fanfiction #mary wardwell #mother of demons

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mxvladdy · 4 years ago

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True Form- Leviathan

Here it is. Sorry for the delay! I hope you like it!

True Form- Leviathan

In the celestial realm, he loved the waters and was gifted a body that was best suited for it from his father. It was beautiful, so sleek, shiny, and fast. When he was in the water even Mammon had trouble keeping up. But, the best part of it all was that some angels were envious of it.

He was pretty close to Asmo during this time too. Asmo would help him dry brush his scales and moisturize the harder to reach areas across his body. In return when Levi would shed Asmo got to keep his pretty scales. From there Asmo would make makeup and jewelry from them.

When he would visit the human realm with Lilith and Belphie they would play near any body of water that tickled their fancy to teased the mortals with his splendor. They would get a good laugh out of the stories of mermaids and great sea beasts that were created around him afterward.

During the fall he was separated from the rest of the brothers. His unconscious body flung away from the pack to careen into the parts unknown while his brothers plummet into the Devildom.

He comes to briefly to the feel of his blistered flayed skin hissing on impact by the cool ocean waters of the human realm.

He slumbered for a long time down there. His body recovering from the war in the quiet. It adapted without him, working overtime to survive its new environment. His broken halo’s edges dull out, the deep trench’s currents buffering and polishing it down to horns. They grow out slowly into a large coral reef for the deep-sea inhabitants.

The lack of light turns his skin a translucent grey color, the warm glow from the celestial realm leached from him. While his scales and hide turn dark and take on an oily sheen. Great clumps of basalt rock grow over the burns from tearing through the earth's atmosphere. The rapid heating and cooling of his skin formed iron-rich patches around his flaking scales.

When he wakes he is distraught. His once illustrious serpentine tail and radiant body were now battered and stained in his eyes. He stays down there in the depths out of shame for a few more years.

The rest of the changes to his body were of his own making. A grand mixture from the creatures that he observed around him. His bright celestial markings now took after the bioluminescent creatures that would flock around him. He grew his hair out, enchanting some strains to take after the jellyfish he ate. Absorbing their toxins to imbue into his hair and blood.

He finds the fish with razor sharp teeth and large net-like mouths fascinating and takes after them too. Once he is satisfied (and has pulled himself out of his little self-pity party) he moves from his den, traversing the ocean floor and migrating with some of the other larger sea beasts.

The years of separation from his brothers did a number on his mental health and social skills. Being trapped under the water for so long healing has stunted that part of his physique. The years before his brothers found him have dulled his social skills with higher beings and humans. Making him antisocial as well as paranoid.

His communication skills with sea life are much better. During his travels, he bested and then befriended many mythical creatures. But his greatest ally has to be the legendary sea beast Lotan.

The older beast taught Leviathan a lot about the human realm and what has changed over time. Took up a bit of a parental/ mentor role for Levithan. They settle together in the waters of the east sea.

Leviathan was drawn to this particular patch of water because of the pretty boats, atakebune Lotan called them. For years he watched the coastal regions of China and Japan grow and prosper and more ships entered his territory.

He became somewhat of a local legend. Sailors and warriors would bring him offerings of food, gold, people, and other valuables for safe passage through his waters or help in an upcoming naval battle. He sometimes helped but most of the time he just observed.

He did take great joy in battles. It was a great game for him. Something different from the boring year among the fish.

Contrary to belief, he can’t control the weather or the seas but his massive body can create devastating waves and his control of sea life is deadly to sailors. His fishy friends eat well when he emerges for a battle. He keeps the bloated and rioting corpses of fallen soldiers. They feed his smaller friends and help him maintain his coral horns

His brother’s eventually find him and bring him to the Devildom after they hear rumors of a mischievous sea serpent.

Whether it was because of his old injuries or just all his time under the sea with a tail he doesn’t have great control in his bipedal form. Both his human and demonic form have a slight limp and no aptitude for physical activity. 100% has a pass to get out of P.E.

Moving back in with the brothers really brought out his cardinal sin of envy. He used to be so close with them all and then he was separated for so long he feels like he will never catch up. Between their new forms (that he finds much more practical and prettier than his) and his inability to adjust to their new lifestyle, he cemented himself in his envy. He tucks himself away in his room and surrounds himself with distractions and stories.

Diavolo gifted him his enchanted aquarium after hearing about his struggles to adapt from Lucifer. Levi was appreciative but will never say it. When he gets overwhelmed by life and his video games can’t distract from his racing thoughts he likes to go in for a swim and tend to his aquatic gardens.

Mini Fic

Warm water laps at your toes. The salt of it clinging to your feet in thin crusty layers. You wiggle them, washing away some of the grime and to propel yourself deeper into the water. You take joy in disrupting the mirror-like finish of the once still water. Smiling up at the giant sun lamp mounted over you, you adjust your sunglasses.

Sunday lounge days were the best. Just you, a cold bottle of soda, and a new swimsuit. You missed the beach and waters of the human whelm but not the crowds. Ugh, screaming kids and impolite beach guests were the worst. This was the best alternative you could have imagined. Between the warmth of the heat lamp and the slow motions of the water underneath you, you felt the stress of the week slowly washing away.

Dipping your hands in the water you begin to push your floaty further away from the edge of the thick aquarium wall. The light blue water underneath you deepening to an emerald green when you reach the drop-off point of Levi’s tank. The water is cooler here, but still comfortable as most of your body is still dry and safely nestled in his oversized pool float. Little surface fish and aquatic animals swim by, splashing your floaty and nibbling at your toes gently in greeting. They all knew better than to actually bother you.

Letting the gentle current of the water pumps push you around in lazy circles you pull out the manga Levi had bought you (magically coated to make it waterproof) and flip back to your last bookmark. Enjoying the peace and quiet you immerse yourself in his latest hyper fixation.

A few chapters in and three empty soda bottles later you notice your idle turning had stopped. Leaving you at a complete standstill. The water around you was still. The little fishies that had been following you had disappeared to the devil knows when. Yet despite the sudden abandonment of your aquatic entourage you still felt a presence. The heavy aura of a predatory gaze makes the fine hairs of your neck stand on end. The self-preserving part of your mind kicking into fight or flight mode. Best to just ignore that for now...Peeking out from behind your sunglasses you lean over your floaty to see what had stopped you. A gargantuan milky white eye stares back up at you.

When you had first been introduced to this side of Levi his pearly gaze had been so guarded. It had been by complete accident that you saw well- him. So that couldn’t have helped much with his confidence. You had come by to drop off a few handheld consoles that he had lent you to see if you would like one as a gift. You remember being by his desk trying to find a noncluttered space to put them all when the blue glow of his room was suddenly thrown into darkness.

That was the first time you had been face to face with The Leviathan. It was magnificent. Even your textbooks in your Introduction to Demonology didn’t do him justice. It was breathtaking and bone chilling all in one. You remember locking eyes with him and the both of you freezing. His reflexive gaze boring into you a mixture of betrayal and fear fighting for dominance. A wordless dare for you to scream or curse his appearance. They had been closed off to all your kind words and encouragements at the beginning.

Now they are open and warm. If not a little mischievous. Scratch that-very mischievous.

“Don’t you dare.” You warn with a dawning realization. “Levi!” You shout over the edge of your float after him. He sinks down without even making a ripple. The shadow of the beast's body turns the green waters black as he jets underneath you. The little flicks of bioluminescence on his hide blink in and out of focus as he moves. Distracted as you were leaning over the side you didn’t notice the slim tip of his tail rise from the other side.

It happened quickly, a slight jerk on your ankle and then a shock of cold water. Coughing and sputtering you breach the surface. Floundering about blindly for your floaty, your hands rest on something thick and sturdy. He chitters and laughs at his little joke. “Ya-ya laugh it up.” You grip his tree trunk sized tail like a lifeline. He keeps still giving you time to blink the water out of your eyes. “Ok. You got me in the water now what?”

HAvE- sUrpiEssss. Levi’s large mouth clicked clumsily over the syllables. His long thin teeth always made it hard to shape his words. It had taken some time and effort to get him to loosen up enough to talk. He was very self-conscious of the phlegmy- waterlogged sound of it. The years spent under the sea having permanently filled his lungs with briny saltwater. Each breath of air rattle deep in his barrel chest.

Schooling your expression you shot him a scowl Lucifer would be proud of. “What, a mouthful of salt wasn’t enough?” He scoffs white eyes narrowing, seeing right through your false agitation. This wouldn’t be the first or the last time he got your attention like this and he knew you were fine with it. “Alright you oversized guppy, how far down is it?”

Levi beams, wide mouth stretching to flash you his blood-stained fangs. His gills flaring up in excitement down his large neck and rib cage. Careful of his more toxic strands of hair and the abrasive patches of rock around his neck, you swim closer accepting help from his long pale fingers. Clutching onto his strong neck you give him a small thumbs up.

He dives into the water with practiced ease slowly descending to give your body and the magic protecting you time to acclimate. It was bone-chillingly at first, your whole body seizing as you are submerged. But soon the magic of your pact began to work warming you and making you able to breathe underneath the artificial currents. Eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light you nestle into the crook of his neck for the remainder of the ride.

He takes you to an underwater cave. The mouth hidden behind flowing purple and green water weeds. The entrance of the cave was like nothing you’ve seen before. Other caves in his habit were filled to the brim with coral and little crustaceans. Sometimes even an elusive mermaid or capricorn nursing injury. But this one was- empty. Warmer too as you swam deeper. The great sea beast dragging himself through the cave with his needle like claw above you. A defensive stance if ever you saw one.

You catch his eye and raise a brow. Don’t worry- itss ssafe...I think.

“Wait? You think?” You stop in your tracks only to have a massive hand nudge you along. He pushes you through the last of the tangled seaweed and kelp you look up into a- “nursery?” Levi smiles and nods twitchily.

Do you like it? I’ve spent months getting this place ready. He leaves you to look around freely, instead slithering up to a slightly less floral. You gape turning slowly in circles to take in the beauty around you. The cove simmered with the lights from his heat lamp pushing through the cracks in the rocks from above. The yellow warmth makes it easier for the crazy amount of plants and sponges to thrive. But the vast majority of the light came from the jellies and fish that had probably never been seen by human eyes before floating around you.

They were busy, grooming the anemones and rainbow colored corals, eating and pushing bits of waste away from large lilac colored eggs. The larger of the sea creatures swim above you checking on some of the moving eggs completely ignoring you and Levi... “Are they-”

Sirens. Lotan found a broodmother and her clutch last winter. We thought they had been wiped out centuries ago. He chitters at one of the eggs and scratches at his coral horns. She needed a place to nest so we made a deal. Taking great care he pulls at a large clump of sargassum from the base and pats it into a bare patch of rock. You watch him with a growing smile as he pulls more plants and critters from his horns. Once satisfied he scoops up a few of the larger eggs below him and nestles them into their new home.

You peek over his shoulder to look into the nest. Hauntingly beautiful babies look back up at you. Cherub sweet faces follow you and Levi’s movements. Levi grins proudly as one of the girls stretches out in her small space. They should be hatching soon. With some prompting from Leviathan, you accepted an egg. The inhabited squirming and clawing at its elastic membrane. It looked too small for its leather confines. The baby siren opens her tiny mouth and screeches, little needle teeth biting and ripping at the egg.

“Should I help it?” You ask. She was squirming so hard it was a fight to keep her in your arms. Levi looks over and emits a little series of clicks and coos at the fussy babe. The babe stops wiggling as hard but begins to claw at a thinner part of the shell. He turns after that to tend to a few squirming eggs himself. His claws were much more helpful than your blunt human fingers. Well then... You wait until the little beast has punctured the shell itself before helping it widen the breech.

Once freed the siren floats to the soft cave flooring. The kelp and anemones cushioning it, covering her body almost lovingly. A swarm of little crabs and shrimp descend on it picking and eating away at the remaining goo and membrane clinging to the infant. She giggles at the tiny pinches and mouths nibbling at her tail and claws. With a squeal of delight, she crawled after them and began to devourer them. Blue and green blood coming up in clouds from her mouth.

Levi laughs at your look of disgust momentarily distracted from freeing a few more babies. They will grow to bring the bodies of sailors to me for Diavolo’s navy. This is but practice.

“Oh-” You blink down at the monster now enraptured with your toes. The mood changed quickly.

Oh no. Levi buries his face in his hands instantly regretting opening his big mouth. That’s gross, isn’t it? Of course, this whole thing is disgusting to a human. I should have never shown you, nobody likes this stuff. He coils in on himself sinking to the bottom, eggs forgot to his misery.

“Now what a minute! I didn’t say that.” You sink down after him. “I don’t think it’s icky. Just another learning curve for us normies right? Honestly, this is kinda cool.”

Really? He peeks out from behind his hair and fingers.

You grip his hands, struggling to pull them away from his face. “Yeah!” You beam. “I mean you built all this? It is beautiful. Totally reminds me of that anime you watched with me last month.”

I think my roommate is a sea god and almost drowned my ex? He brightens tailing wagging.

“Exactly! You’ve really outdone yourself this time. Plus think of all the cool names you can come up with for all these sirens.” His gills flare again with a shrill screech.

Henry’s!

Ah- well maybe it would be better if someone else named them.

#obey me fandom #obey me leviathan #obey me fanfic #my writing #leviathan

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prinxlyart · 4 years ago

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Could I ask for some more of the wonderful fluff that is Wilumity domestic headcannons? Or, possibly if you have any, some Camileda headcannons?

*GASPS*

ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS

Willumity:

Willow is the early-riser. She’s developed a habit of waking up early to check on her plants and do her workouts. Luz and Amity have no idea how she does this every single day (they often complain because she’s also a huge source of warmth and how dare she leave their little warmth cocoon).

Amity has Routines™️ that cannot be disrupted or she will freak out. It’s an autism thing for sure, but it’s also something Luz gets. Because Willow gets up so early they tend to have their own little morning routine together; stay in bed and cuddle for maybe another half hour or so (depending on how early Willow wakes up), then they get up and do their bathroom routines. I think.....Luz is the type to do night time showers due to having such short hair, so Amity showers while Luz brushes her teeth and washes her face. Luz is usually dressed by the time Amity gets out of the shower and she gives her a quick kiss on the cheek to let her know she’s headed to the kitchen to get coffee/breakfast started. There have been a couple times Luz has forgotten to give her her after-shower kiss and Amity was so thrown off that by the time she made it out to the kitchen, her eyes were red from crying because A) Did Luz not love her anymore??????????? (incorrect, but their routine had been broken) and B) Trying to continue with your routine with a step actively missing is hell and she’s been upset ever since. Luz has usually just been too tired to remember and will immediately cover Amity in kisses to make up for it (after they go through whatever process they need to to help Amity calm down). Amity hates that she gets so upset over something so small, but Luz reassures her that her routines are important to Amity and it’s okay to be upset when those routines are disrupted. Whenever Willow catches them like this after her workouts, she requests a kiss from each of her girls on either cheek before she goes into the shower herself (usually to lighten the mood because it always makes Amity happy when Willow mimics Amity’s routine habits [it always works]).

Surprisingly, Luz is the one that does the grocery shopping. Willow knows what fruits and veggies they can grow to add into meals and how to prep food for the plants that actually eat, but she’s not especially well-versed in like. Meals. Amity has like 3 meals she knows how to make properly because they’re her favorites. Luz, with her mom’s recipes in her arsenal along with whatever wild dishes Eda’s made for her over the years while she lived in the Owl House, has the largest repertoire of Human/Witch meals under her belt. Plus, she always ends up getting little treats for her wives while she’s at the market that they adore. (Luz both loves and hates when her girls ask to go with her to help; she loves spending time with them, but she hates that they don’t know Luz’s system. She’s got a pattern that she follows and they’re just all over the place whenever they come with her.)

Every Saturday night is Date Night and one person is assigned with coming up with what they do that night. They take turns every week; Willow enjoys quiet nights in at home with them, romantic dinners with candle light and soft music while they chat about their day // Amity enjoys taking them out for romantic picnics if the weather allows, they have a few Favorite Spots they picnic at, but sometimes they just climb up on the roof. Luz always asks them to tell her about the Demon Realms constellations and their history because she loves hearing them talk. // Luz enjoys taking them to the Human Realm to visit some of her favorite restaurants and walk around a local park and watch the stars afterwards. She’ll tell them about all of the constellations she can remember (Percy Jackson phase anyone? Yeah, we all knew those shits names and constellations when we were in it, huh?). She’ll tell them her favorite stories behind each kind of constellation and tell them which ones remind her of her girls.

I 100% do not know what kind of jobs these girls would have as adults. I mean, Willow more than likely has a public garden she maintains, but I have no idea with Luz and Amity. I’ve seen a lot of headcanons in fics and art about Luz going into politics after defeating Belos but like. Luz? Luz Noceda? In Politics???????? Even in the Demon Realm I highly doubt that would happen. I think she might want to continue researching magic and how she’d be able to find glyphs for specific kinds of magic, creating new magic, etc. She might write books? Both fiction and non-fiction. I think she writes some memoirs about her life before coming to the Boiling Isles and before defeating Belos, but she’s been wanting to be a fiction writer since she was 7 years old. She’s got her own fiction series for sure. Amity might get into politics but I also doubt that. She might just be the editor and publisher for Luz’s books. Or she might work at the Library. I really don’t know. But Luz Noceda, ADHD extraordinaire, going into politics? I’d sooner expect that of Willow. And she’s already got her girls and her gardens.

They’ve got a Wednesday night book club. But it’s just them in their living room reading their own separate books after dinner until they get tired. They’ll all cuddle up together either on the couch or the floor or in bed or wherever and just sit and read in comfortable silence. Often times one of them will start absentmindedly start running their fingers through one of their partner’s hair and cause that partner to fall asleep. It is not uncommon for them to wake up in the same spot they were in for their book club with their books laying about and cramps in their necks. It’s one of their favorite things they do together.

Camileda:

Camila likes to sneak pictures of Eda in the morning cuz she thinks she looks especially cute when she’s not fully conscious yet.

Camila has no idea what the fuck is up with Eda’s hair. She’s tried asking both Luz and even Lilith but neither were able to give her an answer. They both only have theories. Eda always spouts some new ridiculous thing whenever anyone asks (she actually has a small, contained black hole at the back of her head that she uses to just store random shit // she cast an enchantment on her hair years ago to be able to use it like a Bag of Holding so she didn’t actually ever have to carry a bag // she was just born with hair that can hold seemingly anything and has never questioned it // etc.), so one day Camila just asks her. Eda tells her the truth; she doesn’t know either.

Regardless of the fucking enigma that is Eda’s hair, she still enjoys helping her wash and maintain it. Eda refuses to admit in the few first months they start dating, but she adores when Camila plays with her hair. Her hair is an integral part of who she is and it’s shockingly more intimate to her than anyone would guess when the allows others to touch her hair. She loves listening to Camila talk about her day while she braids tiny details into her hair. One day, Camila was so angry about something that had happened at work that she ended up braiding some super intricate flower designs into Eda’s hair and actually used all of it. Lilith and Luz are both in shock and awe that Camila was able to tame Eda’s mane into something so gorgeous and Eda maybe didn’t take out the broads for a few days afterwards because she loved it so much.

They love learning about each other?? Their lives up to this point have been so culturally different that all of their stories have an air of magical mystery to them that the other is always dazzled by. Eda loves learning about how Camila grew up and how she decided to become a healer (a ‘nurse’ she insists but Eda doesn’t really know the difference). Camila loves listening to Eda’s many tales of mischief of her school days and after her school days; although she does get worried when Eda mentions that she’s been to jail (Eda insists that it was only for a little bit before she figured out how to bust out! And she made off with some extra cash to boot, so it was a double victory).

It’s one thing to hear about Luz’s accomplishments from her own daughter and from Eda; it’s another to hear them coming from her teachers. Camila goes with Eda to a Parent-Teacher conference at Hexside ready to hear about how much trouble she gets into and how she needs to sign off on different kinds of detention slips and reports of damage and whatever, but is pleasantly surprised to see all of the teachers actually praising her? Some are ecstatic about her presence in heir class? They’d all been taught that humans had no magical ability at all and Luz had come into their classrooms and proved them all wrong and even helped them understand some of the nuances of their own subjects they’d struggled with on their own. By the time the conference is over, (including an incredible review from Principal Bump that left even Eda feeling moved) Camila was clutching o Eda’s arms as they left the school and crying in happiness. Her daughter was doing so well in school. All of her teachers loved her! They didn’t have any complaints about her inattention or disruptive behavior because they knew she was learning her own way. And Eda had fought for Luz’s ability to attend the first school that made Luz actually feel good about herself. Let’s just say there were a lot of heartfelt kisses that night when they got home.

I personally like to think that Camila likes to dance. Like, profesional-levels of dance. Like she maybe minored in dance in college before buckling down on her medical degree. I like to think that sometimes Eda will find her humming along to some song playing from her phone and dancing an entire routine in tiny movements while she goes about doing whatever else. Sometimes Camila will just drop into a fucking perfect split while she’s trying to reach for something that rolled under a table or whatever that catches Eda so off guard that she has to leave the room to collect herself. (It’s Camila’s love for dance that made Luz want to try cheerleading at her human school. Her school didn’t have a formal dance team, so cheerleading was the next best thing. It’s also how Luz knows how to drop into a perfect split when she first tries on that Hexside uniform despite not ever attempting it before.)

Eda’s never had any formal dance training; she’s a head-banger kinda girl. During some of her earlier escapades into the human realm, she’d sneak into many concerts and blended in perfectly with the other attendees in the mosh pit. She loves when Camila tries to teach her some more formal dances that aren’t just a free-for-all. Eda does her best to learn how Merengue works but she often gets confused as to what point she’s supposed to lean or step or spin and she usually ends up dizzy with Camila giggling at her. Camila always helps her come out of her dizziness with little kisses pressed to Eda’s temples; Camila adores that Eda tries so hard.

They love teasing each other. That’s the whole headcanon. Nah, for real tho, they love trying to get under each other’s skin with little teasing remarks and eyebrow waggles and sticking their tongues out at each other when no one else is looking like they’re little kids. It’s one of the easiest ways to get the other to laugh and they love each other’s laughs. Eda brings out Camila’s deeply-buried immature goofball personality that she’s had to push down for years just due to the nature of her studies and work, as well as being a single mom. You don’t have a lot of space to be an immature goof when you’re responsible for a whole other human being. Eda helps coax that back out of her. (Luz can’t remember ever seeing her mom so happy as she is when she’s goofing off with Eda.)

Camila’s constantly poking at Eda’s elbows and hip bones and shoulders and muttering about how bony she is; Eda replies in kind by digging her elbows into Camila’s gut or directly into her face and hip-checking her.

In a similar vein, Eda adores Camila’s curves, and not even just in a sexy way. She just loves how soft and squishy Camila is because hugging her is so comfortable; Eda swears she could fall asleep standing up if she’s hugging Camila. She also swears by this because she knows that under all that squish is some serious muscle and Camila wouldn’t let her fall.

Not really a Camileda headcanon so much as it’s just a headcanon: Camila and Lilith have the same eyeglasses prescription. It’s bizarre, that doesn’t happen really, but somehow they have the exact same prescription. This is discovered one afternoon when Camila and Lilith both arrive at the Owl house at the same time. Camila removes her glasses and sets them on the coffee table to just relax for a while while she and Lilith make small talk (Long after Camila’s reluctant acceptance of her). Lilith goes picks out a book to read and sits on the other couch to settle in while Camila takes a cat nap and she just picks up Camila’s glasses out of years of habit of picking up her own glasses. She doesn’t even notice they’re not her glasses until Eda and Luz come home and ask why in the hell Lilith is wearing Camila’s glasses. Lilith is confused but takes off the glasses and blushes because for Titan’s sake, those aren’t her glasses, those are her sister’s girlfriend’s glasses!!!!!!! She sputters out her explanation while Eda laughs at her and Camila wakes up. They end up actually properly testing it out by swapping glasses and yup; exact same prescription. They end up accidentally hoarding stockpiling spare glasses all around the Owl House for either of them to grab when they need glasses.

Please always ask for Willumity and Camileda, those are the keys to my heart 💖💕💝✨💘💞✨💖💖💘💕💝💞

#prinxly inquiries #anonymous #the owl house #toh headcanons #willumity #camileda #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #edalyn clawthorne #camila noceda #I refuse to talk about Lumity anymore it’s Willumity or NOTHING #please always ask me about Camileda though I fucking live for Camileda

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belpheroo · 5 years ago

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Title: A “maybe” Pairing: Belphegor x MC Summary: Belphie is guilt-ridden, but also horny. Funny how often those two things coincide when you catch feels for the girl you killed. Rating: this one is G despite that summary LOL Notes: This story kinda functions under the assumption that while Belphie was imprisoned the MC developed feels and those feels have continued on while Belphie’s are shiny and new. I may do a part 2!

There were things that Belphegor, given his passed actions, was willing to accept. The silence that overcame a room the moment he entered and even the suspicious, hostile stares of his brothers was something he knew he deserved to endure and he did so without complaint.

Anger, resentment, judgment… he had felt the burn of those emotions himself, burrowing within his body as surely as the arrows that had burrowed into Lilith’s. Each ache, each flare of pain had been as dear to him as every one of her embraces. He had nurtured his hatred like a precious flower until it unfurled in his chest with petals as black as old blood. He empathized with that. He understood that.

What he did not understand, was how she immediately cheerfully welcomed him to the breakfast table, set him a plate and asked him how he had slept.

At first, Belphie figured it was a game, a show of indifference or forgiveness of his crime in order to quell the awkward tension in the room. And yet… there was nothing indifferent in her acceptance of his request to spend time with her, or how she did not even flinch in his presence.

What time he did spend with her was usually between walls of plaster and paint, connected by the screen of their D.D.D.’s alone. Anything else was chaperoned by another brother, sometimes two or three. Belphie found quickly that all his attempts to be alone with her in person were thwarted spectacularly by Mammon or Beel often enough that he knew it was by design.

Still, Belphegor did not complain. Of all the dangers she had faced in Devildom, of all the threats… he had proved himself the worst.

Thinking of such things made his hands throb, the memory of her soft yielding skin beneath them and the rapid pulse of her throat until it had slowly… softly…. stopped.

He’d tear the skin from his palms if he knew it would make the phantom sensation of her life being squeezed out by his hands go away. Instead he’d clench his fists, holding until the joints of his fingers screamed for release and his nails bit into his palms, leaving red half-moons indented in his skin.

It would have been easier if she hated him. Feared him. He could quantify those things, he could accept them.

But this? This was torture beyond his comprehension.

She’d invited him to watch some DVD of Mammon’s with her and Beel in their shared room. She was already sitting on one end of the sofa, chattering to Beel over some nonsense that had transpired with Mammon and Asmo that afternoon.

He would have been content to sit on the other end of the couch, leaving Beel free to sit between them like a protective detail… but instead, the moment he had sat, she quickly moved across the length of the sofa and curled up next to him.

Pressed flush to his side, Belphegor felt his breath catch as she lifted up his unresisting arm and tucked her head beneath, content to let his arm rest around her shoulders. Belphie quickly moved it to rest over the back of the sofa, noting with a quick glance that at least for now, Beel had not reacted.

He was too busy putting in the DVD and adjusting the TV. After that, his twin was too busy gathering up a large bowl of popcorn and making himself comfortable next to her and she happily adjusted to accommodate being squished between the both of them.

Belphegor didn’t know why, but it made him curl his arm just a little bit closer towards her as Beel munched happily from a big bowl of popcorn. There were pretzels and chocolate candies mixed into the batch, which Beel graciously offered a smaller bowl of to her.

She rested the bowl on Belphie’s lap, happy to force him to play side table as the lights dimmed and the DVD started.

Belphie convinced himself, willed himself to believe it wasn’t that bad. This was nice, wasn’t it? Compared to hatred and brimstone and fury? Right?

And then her hand reached down into the bowl, moving it around as she scooped out the treats, every tiny movement of her fingers against the plastic barrier sending a direct line of sensation against his thighs. With an exasperated sigh, Belphie quickly lifted the bowl up and shoved it back into her hands.

“I can’t sleep if you do that.” He said in a harsh hush.

“You aren’t supposed to sleep during the movie, stupid.” She whispered back in reply.

“You aren’t supposed to talk during one either, stupid.” Belphie replied, but to his surprise he could see her grinning in the faint light, eyes dancing with unspoken humor. She put the bowl back in his lap.

He wished he was trapped back in the attic; he wished he was imprisoned in heaven; he wished he was on the fucking moon as long as it wasn’t here with her body warming his and her scent in his nose and the feeling of her throat cracking beneath his palms.

Belphie took in a deep breath and let it go slowly, quietly clenching his hand into the fabric of the back of the couch until he was certain he’d have lines imprinted on his skin. He let the memory wash over him and then recede, refocusing his attention to the film and finding it was some weird detective-comedy-romance blend. It was insipid and perfectly Mammonish, but even she sometimes laughed at the terrible jokes.

At one point, he felt her weight shift, leaning to the side as she whispered something quietly to Beel. Something prickled in his chest. She leaned further, cool air touching where she had once been at his side and without thinking, he released the couch and took hold of her shoulder, pulling her back firmly.

“… I’m cold.” Belphie offered in his defense, trying to cut the sudden surge of tension that had Beel frozen, not even chewing as he stared at his twin.

“Oh, sorry!” She said, settling back against him, “I could get a blanket and tuck you in if you want?”

“N-no!”

Heaven’s sake, now he sounded like Mammon.

“Just quit wiggling so much.”

In direct opposition of his request, she wiggled all over, giggling like a fool. Belphie instinctively held tighter until whatever seizure of defiance passed her and she settled again, breathing a bit heavier, against his chest.

There wasn’t going to be room for her damn bowl if she kept trying to half crawl into his lap. It never, thankfully, went that far. The film flickered on and Belphie felt the slow creep of sleep inch its way into his eyes and into his breathing, the demands of being the Avatar of Sloth rising up, unchecked and uncontrollable as Beel’s hunger.

He tilted his head back and let oblivion have him.

—

“You missed it.”

A voice sliced through the dark, close and warm on his cheek like the soft exhale of breath… because that is what it was. He opened one eye to spot her, whispering close to his ear. Judging by the great collapsed mass next to them, Beel hadn’t made it any further than he had, the empty popcorn bowl discarded on the floor along with several wrappers, bags and empty cans he didn’t remember having been there before.

“Tragic.”

“Beel’s in a food coma. I went and got him more snacks half-way through.”

“You got up?”

She hummed her confirmation quietly, “You got mad at me when I came back.”

“I don’t remember.” Belphie grumbled.

“You told me to ‘take responsibility’ and grabbed me by the scruff like a cat.”

At the very idea, Belphie felt his muscles tense… which drew his attention to the fact his hand was still rested on the back of her neck, fingers buried into her hair.

“… is that why you’re this close?”

“You wouldn’t let go!”

He started to, slowly letting his grip loosen all the while keenly aware of the strands of her hair tickling across his skin.

“Kinda late now.” She said in reply, quick and defensive. Did she… not want him to stop?

“I wondered if you were dreaming about throttling me again.” She said, far too cheerful. The words were like ice thrown over him, seeping immediately through his skin and chilling his blood. And yet at the same time, he let go of her as if he had been burned. He tried to repress a shudder.

“No,” Belphie managed to croak, “I wasn’t dreaming. I… I wasn’t dreaming.”

“You repeated yourself.”

“Get off me, I’m going to bed.”

“No.”

Childish, defiant, foolish. A thousand insults formed and died on his tongue before they reached her ears as he glared back at her face, still too close and too warm and too beautiful.

“… I’m scared.”

How many times was she going to strike him directly to his very soul? But this was is it, this was the punishment he craved, the anger and the fear he knew should exist between them. He was ready, braced and prepared to hear it, but what came next was… not what he expected.

“I’m scared if I let go now, you’ll never let me this close again.”

“You should be grateful.” Belphie said, more sigh than words, “And you should be scared, but not because of that stupid reason.”

“You won’t hurt me again.”

“The fact you even sound remotely sure of that makes you a complete idiot. I’m a demon, of course I’ll hurt you again.”

“Because you want to?”

“No!”

The word came too fast, too loud. Beel shifted on the couch next to them, but fell back into sleep and did not stir again.

“… you didn’t know I was Lilith’s descendant. If you’d known—”

“You don’t understand anything,” he whispered, harsh and low, “Get off of me.”

And this time, he made to make her, but her arms snaked around his chest and held even tighter. Belphie could have easily pried her off with his superior devil strength, but explaining that to Beel would have been… less than ideal.

Instead he set a tight grip on her upper arms, giving her a warning squeeze.

“What don’t I understand?”

“Are you seriously doing this right now?”

“You wouldn’t have hurt me if you knew who I was, that is the truth, isn’t it?”

“I do not want to talk about this shit—“

“Isn’t it?”

Belphie felt heat ball up at the base of his throat, so thick and so scorching his one relief was to let it escape.

“I don’t know!”

There was no keeping Beel asleep now, his brother jolting awake. She let go of Belphie then, untangling herself swiftly and instead turning a bright smile that barely reached her eyes towards Beel.

“Good morning! You missed the end of the movie!”

Beel was still mostly groggy, but alerted at the same time, looking between the two of them with wide questioning eyes.

“… why was there shouting?”

“I woke him up!” She said with a cackle, “I deserved it, probably. Anyway, it’s super late and you both got to have a nap and I didn’t!”

Standing up she gave an over exagerated stretch and a yawn which turned genuine half way through. Belphie clutched his jaw together to keep himself from doing the same.

“Come walk me back to my room.” She said, clearly meaning Belphie, not Beel. He thought to refuse, but the look in her eye said that such a refusal would most likely lead to an inexhaustible battle and he was way too fucking tired and too fucking stressed out to go back and forth with her in front of Beel.

“I can come too.” Beel said.

“Nah. It’s just a short walk. Go get in bed, it’s late and Belphie has had more rest than you. He can do it!”

Beel looked uncertain, eyes turning toward Belphie with ill-ease. Of all the brothers though, he was most likely to believe his twin was safe alone with her, that Belphie was certain of. Sighing, Belphie stood up.

“I’ll be right back.”

Beel said nothing, that familiar tension settling over again until, quietly, Beel nodded to himself and smiled.

“Okay…”

“Make sure to brush your teeth, Beel!”

“O-oh. Right… mint does sound good right now.”

—

They had barely made it out into the hall, the door shut behind them, before she picked up their conversation as if the interruption had never happened.

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’, huh?”

“I mighta done what I did even if I knew who you were. Maybe I wouldn’t have believed it, maybe I would have been pissed Lilith was contaminated by human blood.” He said, cold and factual.

“Is that why you’re holding back?”

“…You’re imagining things.”

She didn’t look at all satisfied, but she fell silent, heading off down the hall towards her room and pausing expectantly a few steps away. Belphie sighed and followed behind.

“I don’t think you would have.”

“Does it matter? I did. There is no taking that back.”

She tilted her head, slowing enough to fall in step with him, “I’m still here.”

“By the very grace of Lilith. And that doesn’t make it better.”

She slowed, falling to a dead stop. Belphie made it a few steps ahead before he stopped, turning towards her with a look that he hoped convinced her to give it up.

“If I told you I hated you, would you stop being like this?”

He felt his heart seize a little, jumping in something akin to anticipation.

“Could we just move on then?”

“I would understand if you did hate me.”

“But you can’t understand that maybe, maybe, I’ve weighed all the weirdness and the madness of this situation and came to the conclusion that there was a lotta bullshit flowing around and it was fate I got caught in the crosshairs? And yeah, that sucks. Being dead for real would have been really shitty and I am mad… at you and at Lucifer and at this entire stupid situation pulling me into a garbage family drama I never asked for.”

She paused, “But it was supposed to happen. Lilith knew and I know now. Nothing anyone coulda done would have changed what happened, it had to happen. It’s why I was brought here to begin with, whether Diavlo knew that or not.”

They were both silent for a stretch, until Belphie couldn’t help but laugh, cold and bitter.

“What? So it’s okay that I murdered you because it was destiny?”

“Attempted murder. And yeah, I think that if I’m gonna be mad, I’m gonna be mad at fate. You? I forgive.”

Belphie hated that word. Hated how easily it came from her lips and hushed the flame of rage in his heart to a quiet simmer. It was never that easy for him to forgive, it shouldn’t be that easy.

“You can’t.” He said, flat and simple.

“Pretty sure that is my call.”

“It’s a stupid call.”

“And it’s mine.”

“And you think that makes it all okay? You think you can just say ‘I forgive you’ and it makes everything better and we can just pretend to be friends?”

“You pretended to be my friend once.” She said, her words a whisper.

“Don’t.”

How that positively gutted sounding voice could be his was beyond Belphie’s comprehension.

“You wanna be hated? You wanna be punished? Too bad. That’s your punishment. You don’t get to be hated.”

His mind whirled, a petal black as night coming free and falling from the flower inside his chest. Wilting, dying. How many had he lost so far? How often had she shaken his resolve and in doing so, began to kill the seed of hatred and anger he had rooted so firmly in his soul?

Belphie didn’t have the strength to fight her anymore, shoulders sagging as a new wave of exhaustion hit over him, taking with it any resistance he had left in its tide.

“Fine.” He said, trying to force what was left of his resolve into that word if only to give the illusion she hadn’t really won.

“Fine.” She repeated, crossing her arms and glaring back at him.

“Can you make it to your own room now? Can I go?”

“No.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“W-what?! How did that become an—! Oh… you meant…”

Belphie resisted the urge to roll his eyes… well, at least for a few seconds.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Asmo.”

“And whose dumb-obstinate fault is that?” She retorted, smiling despite the redness in her cheeks.

“Yours, stupid human.”

“Yours, lazy cow.”

A smile crooked at the corner of his mouth and he quickly tried to hide it.

“I want a hug.”

God, how did an adult woman manage to sound so pouty? Belphie could barely contain a scoff as he saw the way her brow furrowed and her bottom lip stuck out a bit more. He tried to ignore the voice inside him that wanted to set his teeth into it… that wanted to find out if she still tasted like popcorn and chocolate.

“Too much.”

“What about a pat?”

Belphie groaned, but after a moment, gestured a little with his hand to indicate she should come closer. She did so eagerly.

“Your tail is wagging.” Belphie said with a sigh, gently resting his hand on top of her head and soothing his fingers down the strands, brushing them passed her temple and tucking them behind her ear.

“I don’t have one.” She said, a look of disappointment coming over her features when he stopped touching her hair.

“Still wagging.”

He caught her under the chin with the back of his index finger, tilting her head to the side before he leaned in and pressed his lips to her temple. The touch was featherlight and fleeting, like the soft opening and closing of a butterfly wings on her skin.

“Go to bed.” He said quietly.

“I want a kiss.” She replied, just as softly and Belphie felt a whole new sensation burst somewhere deep inside his chest.

“You’ve had one.”

“I want another.”

“…Not tonight.”

“But sometime?”

Belphie didn’t answer, leaving the question an open note hanging in the air.

A someday, an almost... a maybe.

#obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me belphie #belphegor x mc #idk if i am even writing belphie right but at this point OH WELL

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beyondconfessor · 4 years ago

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Principal Decisions [13/24]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman

Summary: “Not even a thank you?” Lilith asked before tutting. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”

N.B.: Also posted on AO3. This is pure fantasy, please suspend your disbelief.

Zelda glared at the nurse. It was in the small hours of the morning, and the young girl, barely out of training, was shivering under her stare, voice shaking as she advised, once again, “a doctor needs to sign you off before we can discharge you.”

“Ridiculous, go and get one then.”

“He’ll be around later,” she said.

Zelda huffed, and the girl, apparently seeing that as an opportune moment, decided to exit the room. Apparently considering her ops for the shift completed.

Honestly, after a bad night’s sleep, the last thing she wanted was to be dealing with the fact that she would need to cancel today’s class––and if things continued in such a way, she might have to cancel tomorrows as well, because apparently, she was entirely reliant on some fucking doctor who hadn’t bothered to check on her since yesterday, to provide permission for her to leave.

There’d also been the whispers of a repeat MRI and CT scan, which was the very last thing she needed. It’d been a very small bleed with a minimal fracture and was likely to be absolutely fine. There was no reason to make such a fuss. After all, she was a grown, fucking woman. She should leave. Get up and leave.

It wasn’t like Lilith had any real power over her. She could just put her shoes on (given that she was dressed in a new set of clothes provided by Hilda) call a cab and take her back home where she’d find her emergency credit card and pay it that way.

And yet she didn’t. She sat on the chair next to the hospital bed, dressed, hair combed, make-up done and waited.

There was a knock on the doorframe then, and then Lilith was entering the room, her handbag in tow.

Zelda stood up, smoothing down her skirt and reached out to take the bag.

“Not even a thank you?” Lilith asked before tutting. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”

“Thank you,” Zelda said tightly and reached for the bag, only for it to be pulled out of reach. Well, she was hardly going to chase for it.

Crossing her arms, Zelda glared at her, waiting for Lilith’s grin to falter. It didn’t, and instead, Zelda was left to step back and look away, hating how the very sight of Lilith was making her heart beat fast in her chest.

“What do you want, Lilith?”

“Oh, a great many things,” she said, before stepping forward. “How about a proper thank you for finding your bag and bringing it to you.”

“If you had brought it with you in the first place, we wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m going to ignore your bad attitude because you’ve suffered a concussion, but I would be more thankful if I were you. I didn’t have to bring it, I could have waited for you to come out of the hospital and claim it yourself.”

Zelda scoffed. “You are insufferable.”

“And you adore it. Now…” she paused and her bright blue eyes looked at Zelda with wide-eyed innocent, patiently waiting for her.

“Thank you, Lilith. I most appreciate the effort you went to,” she advised flatly, seething at the woman.

“Not at all, happy to do it for my favourite client,” she said, handing the bag over to her.

Zelda snatched it with a roll of her eyes, trying to ignore the growing flutter in her chest as she opened it up. Her phone was there, thankfully. There were a few missed calls but nothing to worry about.

Lilith hovered and Zelda’s eyes flicked up to hers. The woman’s face was no longer mischievous, only curious as she seemed to study the cut on Zelda’s forehead.

Earlier, she’d looked at in the mirror and had been horrified to note how terrible the bruising was. Her face looked positively gaunt, and even the make-up Hilda had brought wasn’t enough to cover how unwell she felt, but it was certainly a mark-up from how she’d been.

“Did the doctors say if you can leave?” Lilith asked.

“No,” she sighed. “And the nurses are saying I might have to get another CT or MRI scan completed, which I don’t see the point in.”

“You were unconscious for the entire hospital ride. And were barely coming in and out when you arrived. I would say there’s significant reason to warrant another test.” She frowned, stepping forward then and Zelda bit back the urge to shrink away.

“I’m fine. I’ll speak to the doctor and get…” she felt woozy all of a sudden and then Lilith’s hands were on her shoulders, pushing her back onto the chair to sit down, concern awash as she looked over Zelda. “I’m fine,” she assured.

“Have you asked for the day off from work?”

“Today only,” she said. “Faustus insisted.”

“Blackwood?” Lilith enquired. “Is he your boss?”

Zelda felt nausea roll in her stomach as she looked at Lilith, and wasn’t sure if it was because Lilith knew Faustus or because she had a concussion. “Please don’t tell me he was a client of yours.”

“He was not, but he was…” Lilith sighed, “We used to run in the same circles a few years back. It’s a long story, but no, he and I were adversaries, nothing more.”

Zelda smiled, feeling the relief rush through her. It was an interesting piece of information nonetheless, but if she were to advise of knowing Lilith, it would likely say more about herself than anything else. It’d be difficult to feign only a professional relationship for Sabrina’s wellbeing if she knew such tantalising secrets about Faustus.

“I’m going to get a nurse.”

“I’m fine,” Zelda said, pushing Lilith’s hand away as she looked away. “It’s just a minor blood pressure problem. Nothing a glass of water won’t fix.”

Lilith gave a disapproving look but reached over to where the jug of water sat and poured her a glass despite her disbelief. Zelda took it, took one sip and then held it in her hands, feeling the embarrassment wash over. She wasn’t a child that needed to be taken care of. She was a grown woman who had a hundred things she needed to do before tomorrow and was already behind on the every growing list of things.

“I’m not going to spurt medical advice, because you clearly won’t listen.”

Zelda huffed. “I know myself.”

“Quite. Well, what I will say is that sometimes taking a break will allow you the ability to get ahead in the work you’re falling behind on. You’ll only break yourself if you keep pushing.”

“I’m not a child,” she said lifting her eyes to glare at the woman. She didn’t care how dark Lilith stared back, she was pushing well over the lines of their relationship. “And you’re not my mother.”

“Stop acting like a child then.”

Zelda stared at the woman, feeling an anger burn but Lilith stepped forward and suddenly Zelda felt very small under the woman’s eyes, and she didn’t like it one bit. Never had anyone’s presence so much as made her tremble since she was a little girl.

She met the stare and glared back. “You’re not my partner,” she advised sharply. “You’re someone’s services I request at the best of times, and my niece’s principal, otherwise. Do not overstep that.”

Lilith’s expression fractured then, and she stepped back. All at once, Zelda realised the mistake she made in her words, and yet she couldn’t find the ability to take it back.

“As you prefer,” Lilith said with a nod of her head. “Well, since you’re all fine here, I suppose I’ll head off to comply with my…principal duties.” And then Lilith had turned on her heel and left, and Zelda was left sitting in the room, feeling the words churn in her stomach.

She hadn’t meant to snap, but Lilith had been pushing further than she should. Honestly, she was not mentally unwell. She was exhausted, yes, overworked, of course, but she was hardly depressed and in need of some shoulder to cry on––despite what the dominatrix may think.

No. What she needed was something else. Perhaps this would be a good break from Lilith. A time to self0reflect and draw away before her feelings became any more tangled.

As it was, the doctor requested another MRI, and then, when that had come back showing that the bleed had stopped, she was permitted to go home, only if someone were to pick her up.

At least now she had her phone and was able to have Hilda arrange to pick her up as discharge papers were supplied to her, with a request to obtain another MRI and CT scan within a week and follow-up with her GP. As well as some standard lines about avoiding cigarettes and alcohol for a while.

“Though perhaps this is an opportunity for you to quit smoking,” the nurse advised. “If you were a non-smoker then you would have been less prone to bleeding from the hit.”

Zelda scoffed, snatching the papers from the nurse and leaving with Hilda. Her sister took to acting like a mother hen, helping her into the car and out of it and despite her snapping that she was hardly an invalid, her sister continued to help her all the way to the parlour where she sat her on the couch with a blanket and went off to make her tea, having apparently already made her soup.

If there was one thing she couldn’t resist, it was her sister’s cooking. It gave her time to contemplate Lilith and her relationship quietly and realised that she’d indulged too long in the service. No matter what…relief she may find from it, it was clear that their emotions were becoming too blurred.

It was time to cease seeing her. She didn’t need to see the woman again, and hardly needed to advise as such. She would avoid booking in anything further.

It seemed simple enough as she managed a headache, increased with light sensitivity. Even still when she returned to her position in the school the following day and managed whispered conversations in the halls as she slowly walked from her office to her lecture hall and then back.

The headaches were awful, and daylight, her computer’s screen and the stress of her work agitated it, but she preferred it to the insistent ache that previously drew under her skin.

At least while she was recovering, it seemed that her sex drive had all but disappeared entirely, leaving her at peace during the night.

And it seemed as she focused on her work, weeks passed and Shirley returned, resuming her class without so much as a thank you. All she received was a brief email requesting the most recent assignments to be sent back to her––Zelda had already marked them, but complied, relieved to wash her hands from the stress of that particular workload.

But even as she returned to how things were, she was as reliant on Prudence as she’d been beforehand. It seemed that her newfound headaches were some post-concussive effect, even though there was nothing medically wrong with her brain, Zelda’s doctor suggested that perhaps it was a good opportunity to take a break.

Christmas was coming up, the session was ending, she could extend her leave instead of taking on the winter subjects.

At the very least it would give her an opportunity to spend with her family. Zelda complied, placing in her leave to Faustus who complied with a grimace, knowing that he had no say in it otherwise, and Zelda found herself in December watching as Ambrose and Sabrina decorated the Christmas tree.

Hilda and Sabrina had picked it from the Putnam’s, and Harvey had dropped it off, providing a much-needed brightness to the room, especially with the fire.

Although Zelda continued to take it easy––at the instance of Hilda who continued to mother her despite Zelda’s attempts to ward her off––it was nice to sit on the couch, hot cocoa in hand and watch at Sabrina tossed tinsel at Ambrose.

It reminded her of when both of them had been young, and they would decorate the tree together. It’d been far too many years since she’d born witness to the crafting of the Christmas tree, usually working late in the office, so to sit here and watch it brought both nostalgia and the awareness that she’d missed out on a lot.

“Cuz!” Ambrose said, carefully holding an ornament from years long forgotten. “I remember when you made this.”

Sabrina paused, looking at the ceramic ornament. Zelda recalled it too, Sabrina had been barely three years old and had squished the pattern into what she’d assured Zelda was an angel but turned into more of a blob with arms than anything else.

Sabrina frowned at it, turning it around in her hands. “We don’t need to keep this any more,” she said.

“We certainly do,” Zelda said, standing up and taking it from her hands before Sabrina could whisk it away. “This was the first decoration you made. We’re keeping it.”

“Do you have any of Ambrose’s?”

Zelda hummed, looking through the Christmas box, “I don’t think so. Hilda used to do all sorts of crafts with him, but a lot of that was left in England when they came over,” she said, glancing up at her nephew, “and I suspect that the things that were brought had been disappeared away.”

Ambrose flushed, giving a short laugh before shrugging. “Things change,” he said.

Zelda’s eyes narrowed, but she smiled, not pushing it. “So they say,” she said. Taking the decoration gently in grip, she set it up high on the tree, looping it so it was unlikely to fall. “Now, what are we choosing for the top of the tree this year?”

“Last year was the star,” Ambrose said. “And that ended up falling off half a dozen times.”

“We could go with the angel,” Sabrina said, digging it out from the box. The angel was still in its glory, carefully looked after, blowing on a trumpet. It was an old heirloom, but one Zelda wouldn’t mind if it were to disappear. She took it from Sabrina’s hand and turned it around, feeling memories of her childhood fade as she placed it up on the top of the tree.

So be it, new memories. She stood back, admiring the tree. Neither Ambrose nor Sabrina were particularly gifted in decorating anyway, but Zelda was not so needy to require the tree to look like it came out of some hallmark movie.

“Well, with that in order, shall we pack up the boxes and help your Aunt Hilda finish baking for your teachers?”

Sabrina’s school term still had another two weeks remaining until they broke for Christmas, of which there was to be a final football event that she’d agreed to attend. Zelda wasn't sure if it was an important match or not, and had trouble enough trying to keep up with how sports were ranked in any regards, but Sabrina was attending and she would follow.

She hadn’t heard about Theo in some time, however, and as much as she wished to assume that it was due to him settling in the football position, Zelda suspected that he ended up quitting in the end.

It was frustrating, and it burned Zelda more than she wished it did, but in the end, the boys would only torment him further and it would be unfair to put Theo through that.

The day was enjoyable, however. Zelda’s headaches had begun to ease without the stress of work, and she and Sabrina had thankfully ceased arguing for once. Seeing how Sabrina had taken to earning her own income, using the money to go out on dates with Harvey and her friends, Zelda relinquished her ban and agreed to continue paying her her pocket money.

She had expected that it might leave Sabrina to depart from the bookstore, but instead, her niece took to it, seeming to enjoy the work, and given that Hilda had nothing bad to say, Zelda found herself…oddly relieved.

Perhaps she’d made the right decision, and in turn, perhaps she wasn’t a failing guardian to Sabrina.

In the kitchen, they baked gingerbread cookies. Then Ambrose and Sabrina iced them all as Hilda began the preparations for dinner, leaving Zelda to sip at her whiskey and feel a sense of contentment with her family.

She’d missed them. Truly missed them. The past week especially had made her all the more aware of what she’d missed.

“Oh,” Sabrina said, “Um, Aunt Zee? Roz’s family invited me to go skiing with them for the holidays.”

“How soon?” Zelda asked.

“Christmas Eve until January Third?”

Zelda bit back an ache. “So you won’t be here for Christmas or New Years?”

“Well, no, but that’s fine. You’ll have Ambrose and Aunt Hilda.”

Ambrose gave a small noise. “Actually, Luke and I…are planning to celebrate New Years with a couple of friends.”

“Doctor Cee’s hosting a New Years party, you could come and share that with me, Zelds.”

“I’ll pass,” she said, feeling the ache grow in her chest. The last thing she wanted was an overcrowded party with teenagers trying to sneak alcohol. She had enough of that at the University. No, she would stay home, watching the fireworks on the television if need-be and then go to bed. It was hardly a big deal.

“I can cancel,” Sabrina advised softly.

“Do not even think of doing such a thing. Skiing sounds wonderful for you. As I understand it’s a yearly trip for the Walkers.”

Sabrina nodded, a small smile on her lips and Zelda couldn’t help but remember when she’d been so little and had seen the snow for the first time. Zelda remembered making snowmen with Hilda and showing Sabrina how to punt snowballs at Ambrose.

And now her niece was off adventuring with her friends. It’s what she wanted for her.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured.

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magaprima · 4 years ago

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““Half of me is beautiful but you were never sure which half.” — Ruth Feldman, “Lilith”

Below the read more is an interesting scholarly article about Lilith by Rabbi Jill Hammer

Lilith is the most notorious demon in Jewish tradition. In some sources, she is conceived of as the original woman, created even before Eve, and she is often presented as a thief of newborn infants. Lilith means “the night,” and she embodies the emotional and spiritual aspects of darkness: terror, sensuality, and unbridled freedom. More recently, she has come to represent the freedom of feminist women who no longer want to be “good girls.”

The story of Lilith originated in the ancient Near East,where a wilderness spirit known as the “dark maid” appears in the Sumerian myth “The descent of Inanna” (circa 3000 BCE). Another reference appears in a tablet from the seventh century BCE found at Arslan Tash, Syria which contains the inscription: “O flyer in a dark chamber, go away at once, O Lili!”

Lilith later made her way into Israelite tradition, possibly even into the Bible.Isaiah 34:14, describing an inhospitable wilderness, tells us: “There goat-demons shall greet each other, and there the lilit shall find rest.” Some believe this word “lilit” is a reference to a night owl, and others say it is indeed a reference to the demon Lilith. A magical bowl from the first century CE, written in Hebrew, reads:” Designated is this bowl for the sealing of the house of this Geyonai bar Mamai, that there flee from him the evil Lilith…” Ancient images of Lilith which show her hands bound appear to be a form of visual magic for containing her.

In the Talmud, Lilith becomes not only a spirit of darkness,but also a figure of uncontrolled sexuality. The Babylonian Talmud (Shabbat151a) says: “It is forbidden for a man to sleep alone in a house, lest Lilith get hold of him.” Lilith is said to fertilize herself with male sperm to give birth to other demons.

In Genesis Rabbah, we encounter a brief midrash that claims that Adam had a first wife before Eve. This interpretation arises from the two creation stories of Genesis: InGenesis 1, man and woman are created at the same time, while inGenesis 2 Adam precedes Eve. The rabbinic tale suggests that the first creation story is a different creation, in which Adam has a wife made, like him, from the earth. For some reason this marriage doesn’t work out,and so God makes Adam a second wife, Eve.

In the ninth or tenth century, a clever collection of legends titled the Alphabet of Ben Sira draws on earlier stories of Adam’s wife, and of Adam’s coupling with demons, and spins an elaborate story in which Lilith is Adam’s first wife:

“When the first man, Adam, saw that he was alone, God made for him a woman like himself, from the earth.God called her name Lilith, and brought her to Adam. They immediately began to quarrel. Adam said: “You lie beneath me.” And Lilith said: “You lie beneath me! We are both equal, for both of us are from the earth.” And they would not listen to one another.As soon as Lilith saw this, she uttered the Divine name and flew up into the air and fled. Adam began to pray before his Creator, saying: “Master of the universe, the woman that you gave me has fled.” God sent three angels and said to them: “Go bring back Lilith. If she wants to come, she shall come, and if she does not want to come, do not bring her against her will.“

he Lilith of this story confronts both Adam and God: she defies patriarchy, refuses a submissive sexual posture,and in the end refuses marriage altogether, preferring to become a demon rather than live under Adam’s authority. Notice that Lilith flees to the Sea of Reeds:the place where the Hebrews will one day go free from slavery. In this version of the Lilith story, Lilith becomes what all tyrants fear: a person who is aware she is enslaved.

This version of the Lilith tale in the Alphabet of Ben Sira quickly spread throughout Jewish life, and others expanded on it. The Zohar, a mystical work from 12th century Spain, imagines Lilith not only as the first wife of Adam but also as the wife of Satan. In the Kabbalah, Lilith takes on cosmic power. She is a chaotic counterpart to the Shekhinah (the feminine Divine Presence, the bride of the Infinite). In fact, the Zohar imagines that while the Jews suffer in exile, the Holy One (the masculine aspect of the Divine) separates from the Shekhinah, and consorts with Lilith.Lilith’s sexual-spiritual link with the Divine will only end when the Messiah comes and the brokenness in the world is mended.

In folk Judaism, the primary myths about Lilith continue to identify her principally as a stealer of babies. Numerous amulets for pregnant women and babies from medieval through modern times use the three names of the angels mentioned in the Alphabet of Ben Sira (Sanvi, Sansanvi, and Samangelof) to ward away Lilith. Such amulets may also contain a circle with the names of Adam and Eve on the inside of the circle, and the name of Lilith on the outside: a clear warning to Lilith to stay outside the family realm. A red ribbon is also sometimes placed on a crib to ward off Lilith.

In the modern period, the tale of the put-upon wife who flees to a place of liberation became a celebrated paradigm. Numerous modern Jewish poets and authors, female and male, wrote accounts of Lilith that use old stories to express new ideas.

Perhaps the best-known of the new Lilith tales is”The Coming of Lilith,” by Judith Plaskow. In this feminist midrash, Lilith flees the garden because she is an “uppity woman” who doesn’t want to be pushed around by Adam or God. However, she misses female companionship.Lilith soon sneaks back into the garden and befriends Eve. Eve has been told Lilith is a demon, but once the two women share their stories, they become allies and companions in the search for knowledge.

Enid Dame, in her poem “Lilith,” imagines Lilith as an eternal bohemian who leaves Eden, drops in and out of men’s sexual fantasies in the Middle Ages, and now lives with a cab driver in New Jersey,where she still cries in the bathroom as she remembers Eden “and the man and the God I couldn’t live with.”

In Lynn Gottlieb’s story of Lilith, Lilith is made from the sky and Adam from the earth. In her love for Adam, Lilith chooses to forget she came from the sky, and she becomes Eve, settled and happy but ignorant of her own true nature. In her story, Gottlieb dramatizes the struggle of women to love men while still loving themselves.

On the other hand, Jacqueline Lapidus’ brief poem”Eden” imagines a lesbian encounter between Lilith and Eve. Using the Lilith legend, Lapidus invents an origin story for love between women. Scholar and author Ohad Ezrachi frequently writes about Lilith as a split-off sexual component of women, an image created by men fearful of a full relationship. He encourages men and women to see Lilith and Eve as the same person.

Lilith has become such a popular figure that whole enterprises (like the women’s music concert Lilith Fair and the Jewish feminist journal Lilith Magazine) are named after her. Once a source of fear, Lilith has been transformed into an icon of freedom. While some disapprove of this widespread embrace of a former demon, Lilith’s rehabilitation makes sense. The frightening character of Lilith grew, in part, out of repression: repression of sexuality, repression of the free impulse in women, repression of the question “what if I left it all behind?” As modern Jews begin to ask questions about sex, freedom, and choice more directly, Lilith becomes a complex representation of our own desires.

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hallospaceboyy · 5 years ago

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Hi, could you write a sad oneshot about Zelda and the reader? One where they fight hard, break up and make up? Heartbreak with happy ending please. I love sad and happy story Thank you.

Angry Words

TW for mentions of self harm and weight loss. Very brief but still present.

(THANK YOU so much for being the very first to request from me! You have no idea how happy you've made me, and I hope you like it x)

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a fucking ice queen things would be going better between us!” You yelled, your face red with rage, and angry tears were welling up in your eyes. A look of palpable hurt flitted in Zelda's eyes for a split second, before they hardened, and her lips set in a grim line.

“Get out.” Framed pictures on the walls began to shake, and you heard, felt one fall behind you, a sudden tension filling the air that made you feel sick. The whole house felt as if it were shaking in its foundations, and you knew that Zelda was angry. Very angry.

“You treat me like your dirty little secret, Zelda. I can’t do it anymore!” Tears slid down your cheeks freely now, blurring your vision.

“I said out. Get out of my sight before I do something I will regret.” The threat hung heavy in the air, Zelda's voice was dangerously calm despite the house still shaking around you, a vase on a side table began to shudder, teetering as if about to fall. You gave a dismal nod in the general direction of the blur that once was Zelda, your tears impairing your vision almost entirely now. Your turned on your heel, and left, closing the door softly behind you. All the fight in you had dissipated, and you felt that any moment now your heart would shatter.

You had only asked Zelda where this relationship was going. You were smitten with the witch, but you couldn’t help but notice that Zelda was holding back. She was somewhat affectionate behind closed doors, could be gentle, and even something akin to loving, when it was just the two of you. But if you tried to so much as steal a simple touch in the presence of others, she stiffened, gave you a warning look that made you immediately shrink back, trying to ignore the hurt in your chest at her coldness.

As you walked home, thunder ripped overhead, a storm analogous to the temper Zelda had unleashed on you, and rain began to beat down in harsh lashes, the rain mingling with your tears on your cheeks. You were overwhelmed by thoughts of all the times that Zelda had hurt you, dismissed you as if you were nothing, and as you reached home, crawling into bed fully clothed, you couldn’t rid yourself of the helplessness you felt; the irrepressible feeling that you had just thrown something away that you could never replace.

Weeks went by, with not a word from Zelda, and you went about your life with a hollowness, a palpable emptiness that you could not fill no matter how hard you tried. You willed yourself to heal, knew that you couldn’t – didn’t have the strength. In moments when the hollow feeling overwhelmed you, you would clench your fists, hard, leaving deep red crescents in your palms, a sign of your desperation to feel something again. Anything. The Spellmans did try to reach out to you; received many missed calls and voicemails from Hilda, texts from Sabrina and Ambrose. They had noticed your sudden absence from their lives, knew that something had happened, shared a deep concern for you that they couldn’t help but notice Zelda tried to ignore. Any mention of you in the presence of the redhead turned her to steel, and she dismissed them coolly, refusing to confirm nor deny her part in your sudden nonexistence.

It was Hilda, finally losing her patience with her sister, which she rarely did for fear of the cain pit, that led Zelda to finally realise she had to make amends with you, had to at least try and reach out. She had no idea if you were even alive, had heard Sabrina and Ambrose whispering that you never answered them, that they had not even so much as seen you wandering around Greendale as you so often did, perusing the book shops.

“Zelda, I don’t know what you’ve bloody done to that poor girl, but she doesn’t deserve it, whatever you did!” The blonde exploded, a teary rage in her eyes that even made Zelda recoil, eyes widening in shock. “She thought the world of you, you know. Had this constant starry admiration in her eyes when you were around, that, Lilith forbid, I do wonder if you deserve sometimes!” Hilda was pointing a cake batter covered spoon at Zelda, almost threateningly, and Zelda at least had the good grace to look ashamed, lowered her eyes and clenched her teeth in an attempt to quench the sudden onslaught of tears. “You need to fix this, Zelds. Y/N has been through enough. I know what it’s like being on the receiving end of your wrath, and its not pleasant. If that's why she’s staying away, she will continue to stay away. Your temper has never been something to take lightly.”

Zelda flushed red, rose from her seat at the kitchen table, and swallowing thickly she finally met Hilda's still furious gaze with watery eyes. “You’re right Hildie. I was positively awful to her.” The witch deflated for a second, all the anger she had kept pent up, fuelled by thoughts of your heated argument suddenly leaving her. Zelda straightened her shoulders, sucking in a deep breath and straightening her leopard print blouse, ironed out the creases in her tight black pencil skirt. “I’m going to make it right, Hilda. I’m going to bring her home,” and with that, she turned and with deliberate strides, left the mortuary, a sudden urgency overwhelming her.

You curled up tighter on the sofa and groaned when there was an urgent knock on your door, willing whoever dared bother you to go away. You were in no mood to receive guests, had rarely seen anyone since your fight with Zelda, unless absolutely necessary. The knock came again, louder and more desperate, and you flung back the blanket you had been hiding under and stormed to the door, swinging it open. Your legs almost failed you as you saw Zelda standing there, and you thought you could decipher guilt in her blue-green eyes as she observed you, saw the dark bags under your eyes that almost resembled bruises, saw that you looked so thin, and fragile that she thought you might break at any moment, just simply snap in two. You gripped the door, desperately willing yourself not to break down, willing yourself not to fall to the floor in a crumpled heap as you regarded the witch standing in your doorway, all of the hurt and confusion she had caused hitting you in waves, drowning you.

“Y/N...” Zelda took a step forward, as if about to wrap you in a hug, but hesitated, and you could almost feel the angst radiating from her, and you wished that you could be strong enough to take a grim satisfaction in knowing that she had been hurting too, a satisfaction that you really had meant something to her, but you couldn’t, because no matter how badly this woman had hurt you, you loved her too deeply to wish the same pain on her that she had bestowed upon you. Without a second thought, you collapsed into her arms, and she held you, so tight, and went down with you when your knees finally did give up – leaving you both sat in in a heap on the floor in the threshold of your apartment. You remained tangled together there for what felt like an age, Zelda holding you as you sobbed into her chest, and you felt the relief of finally letting go, the relief of finally feeling something in the abyss of nothing that had been suffocating you for weeks. Zelda cried with you, stroking your hair, her tears making your hair as damp as you were making her blouse, but neither of you cared.

When you both finally calmed, both of you remained clinging to the other as you stood, both unsteady on your legs. You took Zelda's hand in your own clammy palm, and pulled her into your apartment, closing the door behind you. You grabbed a box of tissues, and you both settled on the sofa, dabbing at your faces and both giggling slightly, suddenly embarrassed at the dramatics of it all. The air grew serious again and Zelda took both of your hands in hers, glancing down as her thumbs stroked over the deep marks left there, some healed, some fresh, and gently brought both of your hands to her face, kissing your palms with such soft affection that you began to tremble.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you,” Zelda whispered, letting go of your hands, but you immediately grabbed for hers again, resting them in her lap, fingers entwined. “I really do care for you, so deeply, Y/N, and it frightens me. But I should never have treated you as I did. Should never have pushed you away.”

“And I’m sorry for calling you an ice queen. That may have been uncalled for,” You replied, your own voice quiet, a wave of shame washing over you at the sudden need you felt in that moment to hurt her, lashing at her with your words.

“I don’t think it was. I can be a bit icy.” Zelda chuckled, squeezing your hands lightly, and then brought a hand up to cup your flushed cheek. “I would very much like to try again, Y/N... and I’d very much like to do it properly this time. Treat you as you deserve...” She hesitated and searched your eyes, still red and blood shot. “Love you as you deserve. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Zeldie. So much.” You leaned into her, closing your eyes, losing yourself in her warmth, and her earthy, floral scent. Zelda kissed you then, somehow both soft and urgent all at once, and you clutched at her, needing to feel her against you, crawling into her lap and tangling your fingers in perfectly curled auburn locks. Your mouth opened and her tongue caressed yours, and you felt light headed, overwhelmed by Zelda's very essence, and by the surge of love for her you were feeling in this moment.

She broke apart from you, holding you tighter about the waist as you whined, terrified that she was about to let you go, needing her, like an anchor, to still you. She chuckled softly, kissed your cheek with her moist lips, lips that were tinged a deep red when she arrived but had now paled, rubbed away by your needy kisses.

“Let's go home. Please?” Zelda gave you a questioning look, a pleading in her eyes, as if you could possibly say no to her now. “I’m not the only one who’s missed you. I think even Salem has been pining.” You grinned, nuzzling into her neck.

“Take me home, Zelda.”

#zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman #caos #caos fanfiction #chilling adventures of sabrina #angst #fluff #this was a lot longer than I originally planned #but im pleased with it #i think #miranda otto

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robbyrobinson · 4 years ago

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OWL HOUSE X CTHULHU MYTHOS: GODS AWAKEN (Pt. X)

The gang looked at the odd man with the most utmost of confusion and bewilderment. This oddly beautiful man with a youthful appearance just waltzed his way into the Owl House without a care in the world, somehow hiding himself from Hooty’s detection and now he was offering his assistance.

“How did you get here?” Luz asked him.

“What you see before you is my soul,” Hypnos explained, “but I am not dead.”

“So, if you are not dead, how did you leave your body?”

Hypnos walked past Luz seemingly disinterested in her question. Hypnos directed his attention towards the couch and sat down on the far end of it. Lilith, having not moved a muscle for a duration of the time of his visit, inched herself as far away from the mystery man as she could. Hypnos smiled at Lilith’s frantic movements.

“Don’t worry, mortal, I have no intentions of harming you.”

Lilith sighed deeply and held her hand against her chest. Her heart beat at a rapid pace as a result of his uninvited presence, but she was nevertheless relieved.

“You say that you know a lot about this Nyarlathotep guy,” Eda reiterated, crossing her arms. “How do we know you are not working for him?”

Eda clammed up when Hypnos stared at her with his dark, luminous eyes. “I do understand your hesitation with trusting me, really I do.” He stood erect from his side of the couch. “I had bigger aspirations once a long, long time ago, but when I passed a gate...it all fell apart.”

Luz did not understand what he meant by “gate,” but it was the least bit of concern in her mind. “What do you know about Nyarlathotep?”

Hypnos frowned without warning. He placed a finger on the opposite sides of his head. He shut his huge, black eyes tightly. A gust of wind entered into the Owl House and whirled around the young man. His crown of poppies glowed in a red aura and ruffled in the breeze. The petals swirled through the air before clumping together to form a visual representation. The flower display took on the likeness of the planets and stars. At the center of the solar system was a large, spiraling ball that vibrated.

“A long time ago before the universe as you know it came into being, there was Ultimate Chaos. The Mad God, the Daemon Sultan, Azathoth.”

Luz looked closely at the visual figures with fascination. Hypnos slid back slightly. Luz’s cheeks blushed a deep shade of red.

“Sorry, I just like hearing about backstories.”

Hypnos nodded and continued his story. “From Azathoth, there came more ancient gods each making up aspects that maintain reality as we know it. The All-In-One Yog-Sothoth; The Black Goat of the Woods, Shub-Niggurath; the Crawling Chaos...”

“Nyarlathotep?” Luz interjected.

Hypnos nodded. “Yes, mortal.”

The petals shifted and wedged together to form a crawling mass of tentacles and eyes. On the ends of the tentacles were sharp rows of teeth gnashing at whatever was close enough to them. Before the watchful eyes of the group of misfits, the tentacles wrapped around different planets and crushed them with its tight grasp over them. Other tentacled and multi-eyed abominations slid out of the small openings of space-time and devoured worlds alongside the first creature.

“That is who Nyarlathotep is,” Hypnos emphasized, “throughout the multiverse, Nyarlathotep and his horde have laid siege and soundly destroyed them to their last molecule where only dark matter lied in their wake.”

Next, the portals once more transformed this time manifesting as a series of humanoid shapes fighting against the forces of Nyarlathotep and his acquaintances. There was a great war between the opposing sides, but with more greater casualties against Nyarlathotep’s forces. Many were cornered and forced away to the furthest parts of the known universe never to be seen again.

Only Nyarlathotep remained and fought against the chief of these humanoid beings, a large man with a gray, spindling beard. He rode in a seashell chariot that was pulled by bizarre flying entities. They had a smooth, silky complexion and slender bodies. Yet they were bereft of eyes or noses or any orifice that would have given them the semblance of a face. Not once did they ever make an utterance of a sound further alienating them from any other creature known to the universe. Their horns curved inward and their tails were like a barbed whip swatting away at invisible flies.

“Who is the old geezer?” King asked.

“That old geezer,” Hypnos said in air quotes, “is Nodens.”

“He looks pretty good for being an old man,” Eda noted.

“Eda, this isn’t the time to ask if he’s single,” Lilith stated.

Ignoring the discussion, Hypnos continued his narration. “The Lord of the Great Abyss, Nodens hunts evil creatures in the Dreamlands, something that has put him in eternal enmity with Nyarlathotep; this happened to be their first introduction to each other.”

“This is all fine and all,” Luz said somewhat in rush, “but this isn’t helping us at all with how Nyarlathotep came to the Boiling Isles.”

“To avoid Nodens and his accomplices, Nyarlathotep tore a hole in space-time and came to a world that was still in its archaic state and in need of development and leadership.”

To illustrate this, Hypnos fashioned a hole with a few of the poppies and had the tentacled mass trickle through it. Where the Crawling Chaos found itself was a total void where virtually no evidence of scientific advancements or evolution was evident. Nyarlathotep was badly beaten from his encounter with the Lord of the Great Abyss and licked the wounds of his defeat. And yet despite this, he changed his course of action and took up shop in what would become the Boiling Isles. With his cosmological foreknowledge, the Crawling Chaos waited ever so patiently to communicate with the inhabitants of the Isles in a way that they would comprehend.

“When the earliest witches of the Isles arrived,” Hypnos said, “Nyarlathotep had already seeded a small fragment of his influence over the land; this is why you have the many bizarre anomalies that pillage through the Isles.”

“So, because of this Nyarlathotep guy, he is the one to thank for our source of magic?” Eda asked.

“Yes. Nyarlathotep drew from within himself the wild magic that the witches of the Isles would grow to depend on. They thought of it as charitable and revered him as their god.”

The illustration of Nyarlathotep was depicted as pulling into his body and pulling out a small ball of light and handing it to a few of the inhabitants as a display of granting them his magic. This was long before the dreadful savage ages; before Emperor Belos; before the establishment of the coven system to limit the magic, the witches could perform. The figures gathered around Nyarlathotep offering up demonstrations of praise.

Hypnos sighed deeply. “But as you may have imagined, Nyarlathotep wasn’t going to simply grant them magic without having something in return for his services.”

Witches were aligned in long rows that led to flames. Hypnos did not have to further say anything as the looks of horror were fixed on the group’s faces. There was a sense of disgust bubbling from the deepest pits of the gang. The very idea that the magic they inherited from their ancestors came as the result of systematic sacrifice in macabre rituals uneased them. Only the Titan could possibly know what amount of pressure and pain they went through before their lives were ended far, far before their time.

“All of this senseless sacrificing came to a head when one resident – an unknown figure – appeared before Nyarlathotep at his temple and stripped him of most of the powers he granted the children of the Isles and he was imprisoned away for thousands of years. But he kept one small piece of himself to watch over the Boiling Isles at least until the time was right.”

Luz found herself deep in her thoughts curious about who was the likeliest candidate that Nyarlathotep left to upkeep the Boiling Isles. Due to Nyaralthotep being the de-facto ruler of the Isles thousands of years ago, it obviously would have to have been someone who had some sort of authority and at the least was charismatic enough to have the witches waver to him. Someone like...

Luz’s eyes widened in shock. Of course, it made total sense; how could she have missed it before? Her fists shook in aggression.

“Emperor Belos.”

“You know him?” Hypnos asked. He said the question in a monotonous tone, still feeling as if he was distancing himself from the question for whatever reason.

“You bet I know him,” Luz stated in confidence, “he almost petrified Eda.”

“And I used to work for him,” Lilith added onto the conversation.

King raised his hand. “Wait, are you suggesting that Belos is somehow related to Nyarlathotep?”

“I am not suggesting it,” Hypnos said, “I know that he is.”

King was stunned. “Then how-”

“You remember my explanation of how this body you see before you is actually my soul?” Hypnos inquired.

They nodded.

“Your Belos is really the soul of Nyarlathotep who had escaped the imprisonment his physical body suffered.”

“Wait, how does that work?” Eda asked.

“Every mortal creature, much like the gods themselves, were given a soul long before they were conceived. The soul makes up the core of what makes you you; anytime you feel a sense of wanting more out of your life, that is your soul that gives you these suggestions. Not only is the soul apart of you, but they also have their own feelings and aspirations. Sometimes if the soul were to be separate from the body for a long period of time, they have broken away and go on to have their own lives.”

“Are there good souls?” Luz asked.

Hypnos chuckled. “Good and evil; some trivial labels that mankind gives to define something they don’t understand.” He turned away from Luz. “But I will tell you that many of those wondering souls do not bring harm to those that leave them be. They’d rather prefer to have lives of solitude than needless quarrels.”

“Well, all of this has been entertaining,” Eda insisted, “but how do we stop Nyarlathotep?”

“On the Earth, there is a book that Nyarlathotep desires.”

“What is this book?” Luz asked.

“It was a book that was written by the hero who initially trapped the Crawling Chaos; the book was copied a few times by their followers but seemingly disappeared from the Isles without a trace; a copy of the work was given to a raving madman who tried to perform dark rituals with the knowledge of the gods coursing through his veins. In that book was the incantation needed for Nyarlathotep to regain his powers. Once he returns to his full strength, that would spell the end.”

So that was the reason Belos wanted to use the portal key to get access to the Earth Luz thought. While troublesome, Luz crossed her arms and grinned. “Well, we don’t have to worry about that; I destroyed the portal to the Earth.”

Her smile dropped when she was met with Hypnos’ disapproving expression. “Aye, you did, but Belos is recreating the portal from the pieces that he could salvage.”

Luz realized the error of her ways after allowing what Hypnos said to her to digest. “Then with that, he could take over the world!” She looked down on the ground with her eyes. “And I allowed him to.”

“Cheer up my dear,” Hypnos said in reassuring fashion. “He doesn’t want to take over your world.”

Luz sighed in relief. Whatever plans Belos had for Earth aside, at the least he was being truthful with his statement that the Titan – if it was alive – had no intentions of hegemony.

“He doesn’t?”

“No, he wants to destroy it.”

Luz’s panicking shifted into high gear again. “How is that better!?”

“Calm down, Luz,” Hypnos said, “this is why I am here after all; I will help you in your fight.”

“Tell us please,” Luz begged, “my mother’s down there!”

Hypnos scratched his eyebrow. “A few years back, I traversed the gates with a dear friend of mine, at least until I took a peep into the Ultimate Chaos.”

“Is that what you did to get to the demon realm?” Eda asked.

“Very observant of you, Owl Lady,” Hypnos said with a smile. “To do this...well..”

He fidgeted with his fingers at a loss of what to say or how to express it. Luz and Eda were trying to patiently wait for the Lord of Dreams to get to his point. Belos could have sent his servants to Earth already to scale the cities for the book as far as they were concerned.

“Spit it out,” Eda said, “you’re killing us.”

“Well, how my friend and I traveled we had to take a few...mind-altering substances.”

“You mean D-R-U-G-S?” Lilith interjected once more into the conversation.

Hypnos nodded. “Yes; basically, for this to work, we have to...how do you say...”

“So, we’re doing drugs?” Luz asked at last.

“Pretty much.”

#the owl house #owl house #cthulhu mythos #mythos #cthulhu #nodens #eda clawthorne #fanfiction #owl house fanfiction

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sweetmemories2606 · 5 years ago

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Dangerous Game (Gruvia and NaLu fanfic) (Ch 2)

Dedicated to @mini me from Discord since today is her birthday, this is the Gruvia side of this angsty fic.

PS: Here's Chapter 1 in case you haven't read it.

Happy reading!

Gray had known that leaving Juvia behind would lead only to heartbreak. He was well aware of how much she loved him and how it would break her if he suddenly left.

What he never expected, though, was for her to actually come after him-and find him in the first place.

It had been a few weeks since he had joined Avatar and they were having a meeting to talk about a new member. He went into the main room: unconcerned and uncaring; until he saw her.

She was wearing a midnight blue dress he had never seen before; with a silver colored skirt that went on behind her.

Instead of her usual hats; she wore a silver tiara adorned with sapphires and Gray did like the contrast it had with her light blue hair.

What was most different; though; were her eyes. It seemed they had somehow darkened and instead of love and warmth; he could only see coldness.

At first; Gray thought she was just mad at him. He tried to persuade her to leave and warned about the danger of being there; at the heart of a dark cult that mercilessly killed people.

Juvia didn't listen. She somehow convinced the other Avatar members that she was on their side and even promised to keep an eye on him.

They trusted her for some reason; which puzzled the ice mage. Why didn't they trust him as easily?

It took a few weeks since she had joined until he realized the truth and; upon doing so; Gray knew what to do.

"Did you really think I wouldn't realize it?" He had her trapped against the wall; anti-magic cuffs around her wrists.

"I didn't think it would take you this long." Juvia smiled; but it wasn't really her smile.

Gray took a deep breath; bracing himself for what he had to do.

Even if the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, it was the only way to save her from this evil.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you." Her smile turned into a smirk before she began explaining everything.

She told him how Juvia Lockser had been left vulnerable after his departure; thus Zeref had chosen to send a demon; the unofficial 10th demon gate; to possess her.

Lilith; as she was called; was different from the former members of Tartaros. She could only live inside a human; feeding off their life force and controlling their bodies.

She could also use their magic and amplify it; turning the weakest wizards into the most powerful. No one would know why; because no one could feel her presence.

Zeref had designed her to be invisible to anyone but demon slayers; and even those took time realizing she was there.

Lilith also told Gray that defeating her, even with demon slaying magic, would mean killing her host. The demon knew he would never hurt the woman he loved; thus the ice mage found himself at a crossroad.

After considering this new information for a while; Gray realized that he had no choice but to play by her rules. At least, until he found a way to defeat her without harming Juvia.

If only I had been there, this wouldn't have happened. It was his fault she had gotten possessed ; he had abandoned her.

Gray clenched his fists once these dark thoughts plagued his mind.

Lilith watched him, her smirk never fading. "I have a feeling we're going to get along very well, Gray."

The ice mage took in a deep breath. I don't have a choice. I need to protect her.

Then regretfully gave in, much to Lilith's pleasure. As expected, she promised not to hurt the water mage as long as he followed her lead.

He decided not to test her, worried for Juvia's sake. What if she decides to kill Juvia and find another host?

In the months that followed, Lilith remained in Avatar posing as Juvia Lockser and quickly rose through their ranks, gaining their trust.

Gray sometimes wondered if the reason she stayed was because of Zeref's orders or if she was there for him.

In any case; he couldn't get rid of her and; truth be told; he didn't want to.

Even if it was hard looking at Juvia while knowing she wasn't really there; this was the only way to make sure that she wouldn't be harmed.

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There were times when Gray wondered if; maybe; she was still there.

After all; from what he knew about demonic possession; the victim usually fought against it.

He was right. Juvia was still fighting; and sometimes she did manage to regain some control over her body.

The first time it happened caught him off guard and by the time he realized that it was Juvia; Lilith had already taken it back.

Now aware that the woman he loved wasn't fully gone; Gray regained hope that she could be saved. He began to desperately await for her to come back.

His constant encouragement; thankfully; payed off. Juvia managed to take control again and they were able to talk for a few minutes.

She told him that she forgave him for leaving; having long since realized that he had done it to protect her. He told her that he would do everything he could to save her.

There was more Gray had wanted to say; but they didn't have time and he didn't feel it was the right moment.

It took two months for him to finally admit the truth which had been nagging at him ever since joining Avatar: he loved her. Not just as a friend; but he was in love with her.

Juvia was surprised at first, but a smile quickly overtook her face. "I love you too."

"I know." Gray nodded before frowning. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how I felt."

"It's okay." She took a step forward and he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, bringing her close.

"I missed you so much, Juvia." He hugged her tighter. Having her in his arms just felt so right.

"I missed you too." The water mage rested her head against his chest and sighed in content.

They stayed like this for a few heavenly moments, until the water mage pulled apart. Noticing the pained look on her face, Gray understood that Lilith was trying to take over. "Don't let her win."

"She's too strong." Gray was about to say something else, to encourage her, but suddenly she took him by surprise.

Wasting no time, the water mage grabbed his face with both hands and crashed her lips onto his. The kiss was passionate, desperate and way too quick for his taste.

No sooner had he began responding, she pulled apart, a familiar smirk upon her face. "Well, this was certainly a surprise."

He frowned before stepping away from her. "I'll find a way to free her from you. Count on that."

"Maybe." Lilith shrugged. "But until then, we can keep playing."

The game continued and; as time went on; the couple tried adjusting to this change in their relationship.

Thankfully, now that Juvia knew her feelings were returned, she grew stronger and managed to take control more often. Thus the couple was allowed to spend some time together without the demon's interference.

Still, Lilith always took over and used her ability to grow Juvia's powers to a frightening level. Ordered by either Zeref or Avatar; she killed many targets; innocent people; and the water mage couldn't stop her.

Neither could Gray. He was forced to watch those murders since she sometimes brought him along; taunting him with the promise to hurt Juvia in case he interfered.

It was a torturous; never ending game that he wished he wasn't playing. But what could he do except follow her orders while looking for a proper solution?

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Upon hearing that Natsu and Lucy came looking for him and Juvia, Gray thought it might finally be over.

Maybe they would figure out that something was wrong with her. Maybe he would finally be able to stop lying.

Oh, but how wrong he was.

Clever as always, Lilith came up with a charade to throw the Fairy Tail members off any suspicion they might have of her. She went back to Rainfall Village and pretended to have been waiting for Gray that whole time.

Somehow, the demon effortlessly managed to convince the duo that she was nothing more than depressed by his disappearance.

Once the ice mage was reunited with his friends, he found himself at a crossroad once again.

However, the reminder of all that could go wrong if he stepped out of line kept him from telling the truth.

Gray had to protect Juvia and his friends; thus he had to keep following Lilith's lead. For now.

As it turned out; Erza, Wendy, Carla, Happy and Levy all fell for Lilith's story. Gray actually resented his friends a bit for not realizing something was wrong.

He was glad, though, that Gajeel seemed suspicious. Unfortunately, the dragon slayer didn't say anything.

The next day everyone went back to Magnolia and Gray was a bit distracted once he saw all of his friends again.

It was supposed to be a happy time, but everything changed once Juvia suddenly called Lucy and hugged her.

Somehow, he felt like this wasn't really Juvia's action and his blood went cold once he wondered why Lilith would want to get close to Lucy.

While Gray tensely stared at the duo, he noticed Natsu's gaze on him. Glancing at the dragon slayer, he tried to convey that something was wrong without using words.

It worked. Natsu frowned deeply, seemingly ready to ask him a question he couldn't answer. Thus the ice mage looked back at the two girls, wondering if he should come up with an excuse to separate them.

That's when he saw it. There was a knife in Juvia's hand and she was about to swing it at Lucy.

Lilith wanted Lucy dead? Why? And was it Zeref's will or had the demon gone rogue?

Those questions should be asked later; the priority now was stopping her because it was clear Juvia was unable to do so.

Gray screamed Lucy's name at the same time as Natsu. Much to his relief, the celestial mage tried stepped away from the hug and stared at them in confusion. "What's wrong?"

The ice mage was about to tell her to run away, but there was no time. Suddenly Juvia was behind Lucy, pressing the knife against her neck, and Lilith smirked at him.

"What's it gonna be, Gray? Who are you going to save?"

PS: Next chapter should come at some point in the next few weeks.

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kyliehorsegirl · 6 years ago

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Snakes Ch.3 (Michael Langdon x Reader)

A/N: HOLY SHIIIT sorry that this chapter has taken forever! You guys have been so sweet I love you all! I hope you got your FLUFF fix with Just a Sketch because this one is sexy and smutty and gore. FUCK. Please enjoy little deviants.

WARNINGS: NSFW, GORE, BLOOD, SMUT, blood!kink, ritual and language

WORD COUNT: 2349

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“What am I?” Y/n sat on his bed, eyes red and puffy. She stares blankly at the room.

“You my dear, are a modern-day Lilith. We were made for each other.” He stands tall, his hands behind his back.

“What does that even mean Michael? What do you mean we are made for each other? What are you.” Y/n looks to him, exhausted more mentally and emotionally than physically.

“Hush love, I will answer all of your questions but you need to be patient.” He takes a seat beside her. “I have been searching for you for quite sometime now. With your powers suppressed it was a challenge to find you. Do you ever wonder how you got here or why you were chosen out of 7 billion people to be saved? I need you by my side.” Michael takes her hands in his. They feel cold, soothing almost.

“But why? What are you?” She repeats to him. He offers a small smile.

“I am a child product of Satan.” He laughs it off like it’s no big deal. Y/n’s eyes widen.

“What? Are you- are you the anti-Christ? I literally sound so stupid even saying that.” Her eyes cast down, looking at their hands together. He takes her chin in his hands and brings her gaze to his.

“You are not stupid. Don’t ever think that about yourself. If that is what makes sense to you, I suppose you could see me as that.”

“What do you want from me?” She tries to tear her eyes away from his, but she can’t. His gaze pierces into her very soul.

“It’s not what I want from you, it’s you. You are the one I want, the one I need by my side. I have been alone for so long. Sure I’ve had followers and people to help me accomplish my goals, but I get lonely. I want someone I can trust to stand by me. To care for me as I care for them. All these morons in here don’t hold a candle to you. I need you to see who you really are. Have you never thought about things that have happened in your life? Think hard. Has anything happened that make you question who or what you are?” Michael’s eyes wander throughout her face, analyzing her. It feels like her brain is a file cabinet and he is raking his fingers through.

“There were, a few times now that I think about it. I tried to push those thoughts aside.” He slides off the bed onto his knees, his arms rest in her lap holding her small hands.

“What were they?” He looks up only slightly, his height getting the better of him, even while he’s on his knees.

“Several years ago, I found out my first and only boyfriend cheated on me. I was so angry, when I found out it was a girl who worked close by I was enraged. I was with my mom crying. That night they were dead, the news said they were caught in a fire and burned alive. I never had to testify. I didn’t think I was the one who did that. Another time I was walking through the park I was upset because my parents had a fight or something, a murder of crows fell dead at my feet, almost landing in a perfect circle. There are times where I would feel empty, like I was missing something. I never knew what that was.” She looks into his eyes. Playing with a curl that hung close to his face.

“I have had similar feelings, I however, was able to channel a lot of my feelings. Still, there was an empty feeling inside. Like a piece missing from my very soul. You are that piece Y/n. You are the part that has been keeping me awake at night. I searched long and hard for you. I want to help you learn your powers.” He leans his face into her hand.

“I think I would like that. I’m so tired of feeling like I don’t understand who I am.” He brings his face close to hers, giving a soft slow kiss to her pink lips. She presses harder into his plush lips. Michael breaks away.

“I know what I showed you earlier was a test; the real test will be arriving soon. I don’t expect it do go the same way as the dream I gave you. However, they need to feel your power, they need to fear you. Don’t worry about me my love, but you are a force to be reckoned with.” Standing, he offers a hand to her as she stands as well. They make their way into the bathroom. He will teach her about his rituals.

As they head into the cold marble bathroom, Y/n abandoned her shoes near the bed. She feels the cold bite of the floor underneath her feet. Michael brings her into a ring of candles. Backing away from her he slowly takes his clothes off, letting each article collapse to the floor.

She can’t help but stand there in awe of him. No matter how many times he will be vulnerable and show her his skin, she will never get tired of it. The ambient light of the candles christen his muscles. Each curve is extenuated. His curls are licked by the lighting, creating an omniscient glow. She will never get over how truly beautiful and ethereal he is.

Michael makes his way to Y/n once he is bare. He glides his fingertips lightly over her skin. Her outlines the shape over her face; her cheeks, her lips as well as her jawline. He brings them down her jaw tracing the lines of her throat, cascading them down to her collar bones. She doesn’t know, but he finds her just as beautiful as she finds him. Of course, he has seen his fair share of beautiful people, but most of the time they are not beautiful on the inside.

She isn’t pure, the purity he sees is that of someone he wants in his life. Pure for him, good for him. Michael is not good, but he will be good to her. That’s all that matters.

He takes careful steps around her, dragging his fingertips along her shoulder before making his way to the zipper of her dress. His touch his soft, she sighs in content. Slender fingers slowly bring down the zipper, revealing her porcelain skin to him yet again. She shutters as he follows the curve of her spine.

Michael’s presence leaves her as he retrieves a sliver knife. She looks down at the sharp object. Its clean, so clean she sees herself as if it were a mirror. Her black eyes shadow ever present in its reflection.

“Is this how you got those cuts on your arm?” She removes her gaze from the knife, not seeing the cuts that were there the first night he revealed himself to her.

“Yes, blood is key in a ritual like this.” He migrates behind her once more. She tilts her head to the side, looking at him through the corner of her eyes. He presses himself against her, desperate to feel her warmth. She leans into him. With a free hand, he starts at her thighs touching her where he can. It’s a soothing touch. Soon, his hands are at her hips, her waist. He brings a hand between her breasts. Holding her close. He presses his nose into her neck. He nuzzles into her neck, breathing her in. She can feel his breath near the back of her ear. His knife hand comes around to her front, pressing her hip, bringing her closer to him if that was possible.

“What happened to the cuts?” Y/n breathes out, clouded with euphoria. He rotates his head up to gently bite her ear. A small moan escapes her lips.

“I can heal, regenerate. After this my love, you will to. I want to be bound to you, belong to you. I want you to be bound to me, to belong to me.” He licks the shell of her ear, sending her over.

“I’m ready Michael. I want us to be bound.” He gets in front of her. On his knees, he kisses everywhere on her thighs. Kissing closer and closer to the heat between them. Hands touch all over, he brings his hands up to the curve of her waist, pulling her down with him. She’s on her knees.

His large fingers wrap on either side of her throat, tangling into her hair. He pulls her forward to kiss her. Their tongues intertwine. An exchange of biting each other’s lips commence. Michael pulls away and picks up the sliver blade. Dragging the sharp edge up his arms, he hisses with pain and pleasure. Blood pours down his arms, painting them in crimson. In symmetry, he does the same to the other arm. The blood runs, dripping off his fingertips. He draws a pentagram around them. Looking to her, he caresses her face, staining her skin red, blood red. He brings two fingers to her lips. Unspoken she takes his fingers into her mouth. Sucking and licking the blood off of them. The sharp tinge of copper bites her tongue. Michael closes his eyes and rolls his head back, moaning in pleasure.

Opening his eyes once more, he places the blade in her hand. Looking at the blade, she hardly sees herself now. Its like having red vision. The sight of her pure skin gone. Gone from the reflection of the blade, gone from real life. She drags the blades up her own arms. Her once unstained arms, now coated in her warm blood. It flows out. She takes a moment to gaze at her blood. She loves it.

He motions for her to trace over the pentagram in her own blood. Y/n brings her hands to her body, coating her breasts in blood. Michael leans in, licking the blood off her breast. He takes her fingers in his hand bringing them to his own mouth. He looks her in the eyes as he wraps his lips around her fingers, licking in between them. Her arousal is blended in the musk of their blood. He releases her fingers.

“Father, we come to you. To be bound, bound forever, bound to no other, but each other. In your name father, allow the power to flow through her. Unlock the untapped potential.” Blood coats his neck as he feels himself. She can’t help but stare. It’s a beautiful site, unlike anything she has ever seen. He closes his eyes.

Close your eyes. She hears in her head. She obeys. She feels hot, an overwhelming amount of heat coursing through her. She feels light, as if there was no gravity, it’s a high. One that she wouldn’t mind chasing. With eyes closed, Michael take her hands and flips them up. Her hands resting palm up in his.

She feels a burn in her left wrist, a searing pain, she cries out. She feels heat in her right hand, its not hers, he too is feeling a searing pain in his left wrist. Her eyes remain closed. The feather-like feeling comes back, she realizes they are no longer on the ground. Eyes still closed, their legs intertwine with one another’s. Their bodies are close. As if they will become one. Releasing her hands, he wraps an arm around her back, pressing a hand into her spine. Her head falls back, a moan escapes them both. The feeling of being lowered overtakes her.

The feeling of sticky blood coats her back as she is pressed down onto the floor. Michael is on top of her.

“Ava Satanas.” They chant in unison. Their eyes snap open, black. His bites her neck hard, leaving his mark. She runs her hand over his shoulders, leaving marks with her nails. She feels his mark she just left on his shoulder, on hers. They are becoming bound to one another. She spreads her legs wide for him, feeling his arousal inside of her, it’s a feeling. His hard-throbbing cock, plunges into her mercilessly. Her head slams back into the tile.

“Michael.” She moans out. He thrusts into her fast and hard. She can feel the pleasure all the way down to her toes. She digs nails into his shoulder, she feels that too. The other hand makes way to tangle in his locks, pulling his hair. He moans out to her, it’s enough to bring her over the edge.

“Y/n you are mine, you belong to me.” He growls at her, it shakes her to the bone.

She shoves him over, asserting her dominance. He gasps in shock. She rides him hard, she’s in control.

“And you belong to me, you are Mine Michael.” She growls back with the same intensity. Her dominance has him weak. His tries to bring his hands to her hips before she roughly slams them above his head. His cock twitches inside her.

He can feel she is close, and he knows he is just as close. He rolls and slams her back down. On top again, he copies her, pinning her wrists in one hand above her head. She moans and cries at his assertiveness. He fucks her hard and fast.

“Michael I’m so close, please.” She cries snapping her eyes shut. He thrusts into her hard releasing his seed into her womb. She feels a burst of warmth as she cums too. There are tears in her eyes. He pulls out of her and lays beside her. He gives her tender kisses, cupping her face. She holds onto his hands.

“I love you Y/n, you are mine. My Lilith forever.” Michael holds her close to him. Her head laying on his toned chest.

“I love you to Michael, my dark Prince.” She kisses his neck and lays her head back down. They lie there, in blood, the smell of sex, blood and sweat, puts them peacefully to sleep.

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