#Lucifer is dEad last for obvious reasons--

[kuroo-hitsuji]

The Dark Santa Mammon card... Unrealistic (/hj). I'm gonna be so real, as soon as I knew his ass wasn't possessed or cursed or something I would be eating that shit uP--

Mammon can be pushy. As a treat. On account of the whole being a huge sub literally 90% of the time thing shxhjsgdhzhx Very rarely Trying to be dominant gets you free Dom For The Day tickets in my book and Mammon has a surplus--

[cheshirebitch]

ℕ𝕠𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕆𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤

(Alastor x Angel Dust’s Sister!Reader) pt. 2

It really has been a long time, huh?

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I have never seen Anthony look at me like that, as though I’m the villain destroying his life. But, last I checked, he was the one going by the real villain that actually did take his life. It was purely distasteful with his choice of name, let alone the fact that was his porno name. What was so wrong with his actual name?

“Listen toots, I didn’t want to ask you for help. We didn’t have any other choice.” The venom spat back at me made my eyes narrow at him. What the fuck is his problem? All of this attitude is not how Anthony would talk to me. It felt like this whole new persona was taking over who he really is. I wanted to rip him apart, but not in front of these people. I can’t let everyone know my weaknesses, even if they pretty much all knew tiny parts.

“I get that. So I’ll ask again, what did you need help with?” I seethed through my teeth, feeling the watching eyes of all his friends. I only tensed up at my own attitude when I remembered Alastor and Lucifer were here too. I rolled my eyes closed and took a deep breath in and out before having an eerily calm aura surrounding me. Knowing I wasn’t going to get an answer out of the pissed off porn star brother, I looked towards Charlie. I could tell I made her nervous, shivers running down her spine before she straightened herself out and answered me.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard that we- uh-“ She glanced back at Lucifer who was wide eyed back, shrugging slightly as a response.

“That you,” pointing at Niffty with a smug smile, “killed the great and Holy Adam? Yeah, hard to miss when it’s being broadcasted on every device in hell.” I crossed my arms, smiling. It was really amusing to see Lucifer step in with his slip up of phrasing. Alastor also put on a good show by standing against Adam. I never expected him to actually take on such a powerful Heaven icon.

“Yeah, well, we need help with reinforcement in case the angels decide to retaliate.” She nervously fidgeted with her fingers, Lucifer watching me with anticipation. They all were, really. I was honored they considered me for help against heaven. Pretending to be debating it, I took long strides between Lucifer and Alastor.

“With all things considered, that’s a lot of my members being potentially killed for you. What do you have to offer me to make it worthwhile?” My hand started to glow pink, flexing my fingers and watching Charlie. Lucifer couldn’t make a deal with me or that’ll make more problems, only leaving Charlie and Alastor. Not like Luci would ever make the trust between us obvious. It would be a poor move if he wants to keep his weaknesses unknown. Alastor would rather drop dead than to be on a leash of someone else, though I have a sneaky suspicion it’s because he’s already on a leash. I should ask him about it next time we have one of our talks. Also, I already knew what they were going to sell to me but I can’t just make an assumption with it.

“We will make sure Angel Dust gets redeemed.” My eyes light up pink, turning around to look at Alastor. He held his hand out casually, opposite of how Charlie held hers against her chest. What a bland, and predictable, deal offer.

“Alastor, baby, I already knew that. We both knew that.” I winked at him. “So, what else?” His smile strained, despite it appearing to become more entertained. I read him like a book. It wasn’t very hard since he loves to hide behind a smile, saying it made things more intimidating. I’d like to think it’s more so the idea of being able to bottle those emotions he loves to hide.

“What else? Darling, I think it’s more than reasonable for that to be a big deal.” He smiled his sharp teeth, my eyes watched them carefully. A sneaky feeling crawling up my spine as my eyes stuck like a magnet to him. That’s when Lucifer pushed Alastor’s arm down, rolling his sleeves up, walking towards me. He stuck his hand outstretched towards me, trying to intimidate me with a hard stare. I just smiled in response, awaiting for his deal. I guess they really are desperate if Luci won’t even let Alastor and I pretend to hash out this deal. It was already mutually understood what he was going to offer was more than just that. He was just toying with the rest.

“We will get your brother into heaven, and you.” My smile froze on my face. I couldn’t get into Heaven. No matter how hard any of us tries, I’ll always be stuck here in hell. That fate was sealed long ago. My hands have been permanently stained red and black from how many lives I selfishly took after the death of my two siblings. My hands crossed tightly behind my back as I pondered harder over what he was promising.

I don’t think I want to go to Heaven. I couldn’t place why but something small was trying to tug me to decide to stay in hell.

Something small. The idea of being in heaven with my two younger siblings was bigger. Hell, maybe even the forgotten sibling will be there too.

“Can you even make deals, Luci?” I purred out the nickname in a taunting manner, giving a small moment of silence between us. Since he wanted to air out dirty laundry, I’ll give more hints to how close we actually are. But, he definitely didn’t think he could make a deal either. Charlie tried reasoning with him while Alastor watched from the sidelines, an odd look in his eyes. They flickered to Lucifer before narrowing with displeasure. I guess someone doesn’t like sharing friends.

“I guess we will see, won’t we La Morte.” He was struggling to remain professional. Neither of us wanted to act like this. This was all just a show for our professional standpoints, but I hated it. I’ve had to act professional and put together all my life, no matter how hard I fought against my father to create a life for myself and my siblings who wanted out. That’s all any of us wanted. Lucifer was a good guy despite the title he carries. His daughter is also an amazing girl. I would have agreed to do this either way. But, too many eyes were watching in this moment, too many windows and vulnerability to be spotted for our soft realities of each other. My hand gripped his as pink and gold clashed together.

“You got a deal, Satan.” My smile turned poisonous as I gripped his hand. My magic branded his palm with a pink heart, healing itself just as quickly into a scar. I felt the searing pain of a tally mark etch into my back, ignoring the feeling and refusing to let it slip out that it even happened.

“Anyways, enough with the professional talk. If we are going to be a team, call me by my name. I’m (Y/n).” Whether they could tell or not, my smile was genuine when I reached to shake hands with Charlie, Lucifer still rubbing his hand where the heart was branded onto him. Alastor watched heavily, something else pulling the weight of his stare on me. There’s no way he knows about the reciprocating brand mark. What can he notice that I don’t have hidden?

“Your name is really beautiful! I’m glad I don’t have to call you Death every time I refer to you now.” Charlie smiled genuinely back. Trying his best to make it sound like he has never called me by my name before. My eyes raked over his figure, understanding it’s a secret he wants to keep.

“Well of course, any friend of Anth- I mean Angel Dust, is a friend of mine.” The sibling sense kicked in before I even had to turn around. Anthony just rolled his eyes at me. Quick movements led to my shoe being thrown at Anthony’s head, smacking him hard enough in the face to send him backwards.

“Che cazzo!” (What the fuck!) My head snapped 180 with my body facing Charlie still. Through a clenched jaw and wide wild eyes, I lectured Anthony under my breath.

“Schialla, stronzo.” (Chill out, Asshole.) He immediately stopped, slouching against the wall. Anthony muttered under his breath but at least it wasn’t as disrespectful and obvious. Husk found it amusing enough to stifle a laugh with Vaggie.

“So, what’s the war plans?” I beamed, excited to get murderous for a good cause. Those exorcists killed a lot of my people, pissing off my whole team and myself tremendously. That was our family they were murdering brutally, just so they could have their sick fun and somehow remain in the sky. That was something Charlie and I could get along with.

“About that…” Lucifer awkwardly smiled. You’ve got to be joking. They have nothing? My eyes glanced at Alastor, who was still staring at me. I narrowed my eyes on him, silently asking “you serious right now?” to which he looked amused and shrugged. Bastardo, it’s your skin also being risked here.

“Okay, what do I have to work with here?” Charlie reappeared with a stack of papers and dropped them into my hands. I blinked a couple times, gazing through the words scribbled on the papers. These were lousy attempts at battle plans or any sort of war plans.

“I’ll revise these and have them back to you soon. I do request to have somewhere nearby for me to stay, along with my members. Fifteen minutes away isn’t a good distance, doll.” Observing Charlie’s timid behavior. Lucifer peered behind his daughter, gauging my reaction to everything. I had my work cut out for me but any excuse to be involved in Anthony’s life again was something I was willing to risk everything for.

“Consider it done. Let’s take a stroll so I can show you where it’s at.” Lucifer snapped his fingers and excitedly held his arm out for me to take to walk with him. He was always trying his best to put on a front, but I know he’s still struggling. I mean we still meet and talk about ways for him to mend the broken relationship with Charlie. But, it feels like another negative energy was coming from where my other ally stood. When I turned to Alastor, his eyes were still locked onto my figure, wide and slightly terrifying. The look alone ran a chill down my spine. Why did it feel more exciting than terrifying?

“You coming?” Lucifer glanced backwards towards me, forcing me to peel my eyes away from the enticing ruby set still locked on me. Instead, my eyes met the pale yellow and glowing red set. The tension felt high, pushing me to leave immediately.

“Yeah, of course. Just taking the place in since I’ll be staying here, and potentially dying here.” I laughed sadistically as Lucifer frowned and elbowed me.

“Not funny. There is no way myself, or any of us, will let something happen to you. Unless you get redeemed, too.” He winked trying to sell the confidence he could get me into heaven with my brother. I doubt it, but no harm in trying.

Following down the hall, around back, there was a warehouse building directly behind it. It mirrored the looks of my warehouses that have been distributed in my territories. I could easily move a little over half of my people within this building, comfortably. The smile slowly dragged across my face before I could stop it. Lucifer was smiling back at me, satisfied.

“Che bello…” (How beautiful…) My whole body relaxed, feeling almost unnatural. I didn’t know how to handle how I was feeling at all. All this weight that’s been pushing down on my shoulders just lifted enough for me to breathe, to relax. No one has ever done something this tremendous for me. I could feel tears brimming my eyes, ripping me out of that relaxed feeling. Instead, it was replaced with a sense of dread and need to feel that relaxed again. Lucifer was smiling softly, hand snaked around my waist as he waited.

“You want to go see the inside, (Y/n).” A small smile remained as I allowed his arm to remain, feeling natural and familiar, but so wrong.

“We can’t keep doing this, Angel. We both know that!” Lucifer was having one of his episodes again. The thoughts of Lilith coming back any second, just to see him fucking some other girl and actually leave him type of thoughts. Not that I could ever understand what he’s going through and show sympathy, but rather I’m getting tired of fixing what I didn’t break.

“Listen, Luci, I know.” He stopped. In the poorly lit room, I could see his eyes glowing and a faint outline of his body shape standing on the opposite side of the bed. He knows what’s coming.

“What do you mean?” His eyes pierced mine. A hard stare swimming with all sorts of emotions. Panic was in the center of the tornado.

“Luci, we can’t keep having the same conversation every other day.” I sighed as he remained frozen in fear. One wrong move and I can destroy everything.

“I know you still love her. Nothing could ever change that. You have spent all of eternity together, created a beautiful daughter, ruled over hell. It’s not something you can just fix in seven years, and I never expected you to.” His eye twitched as his black hands started to curl in, making fists. I watched carefully how his breathing was now heavier. I didn’t want to make a bigger mess but I can’t mindlessly try and heal him again, no matter how badly I wanted to.

“What I did expect was some sort of progress to prove that you were learning to let go and love me.” It felt selfish how I was wording it, but my own abandonment issues were strangling me. It hurt to breathe and my vision was blurring. He huffed out, about to deny everything I’m saying.

“I know you love me, but not as much as Lilith.” My eyes froze on Lucifer in panic. Merda. (Shit.) I said her name.

“Don’t you ever say her name. Especially not like that. If she loved me, she wouldn’t have disappeared, abandoned me or Charlie. You don’t know anything.” I knew he didn’t mean it at the moment but my mom taught me one thing, never let a man tell you twice he doesn’t want you.

“It’s over, Lucifer.” I moved slowly to the door, refusing to turn my back to him and his eerie glowing eyes in the dark room, shutting the door quietly and carefully behind me.

During my walk back, it felt like a walk of shame. Opening and closing my door as quietly as possible to my office, sliding my back down the door. There is where I sobbed for hours, grieving a relationship where I actually felt loved, relaxed, and free from the impact my father has held on me all my life. This is where I vowed to never allow myself to get emotionally attached again.

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[aballadforbarbatos]

Obey Me! Crushes on Social Media

includes the dateables as well as the brothers, so i'm adding a cut because it feels pretty long. the "social media" in question is just dewitter (twitter) and devilgram (instagram) because that's the socials i know the most about using :)

i was tempted to come up with some demon version of linkedin for lucifer though LOL

does lucifer own social media? devilgram doesn’t count, he can’t anonymously post about his inner feelings there. vague tweets (deweets?) about you. so vague that he’ll show you later and you’ll be like “what the hell this sounds more like one of your brothers than me. nice hair today? are you talking about asmo?”

mammon WISHES he could relate. mammon tweets about you every five seconds that’s how bad he is over you. lives in the same house as you and couldn’t send you a single friend request on anything, OR follow you first

leviathan is JUST as bad as mammon, please do not point it out to him. has no friends but if they ever stumbled across his dewitter account they’d KNOW who it is. it’s not fair that mammon can spend so much time with you and it’s not suspicious. you looked so pretty today. and yesterday. and you will forever and ever and he knows this because it’s you.

satan takes a picture of you and writes a cute little book quote that he thinks describes you perfectly. he shows you the post, all ready to hit send- you laugh and hit the button for him. it becomes kind of a joke between you, except that he’s dead serious, scouring through books for the perfect line for his perfect person. all his followers think he’s in a relationship with you, and he’s not about to say otherwise.

asmodeus has his personal devilgram account, but he definitely has a second account dedicated to fashion. you’re forced to model more and more outfits so that he can post them. definitely puts things like “look at MY pretty model” in the captions. he already has enough problems with his brothers, he doesn’t need other demons snooping around you too.

beelzebub doesn’t mess around. he doesn’t outright tell you either though- for obvious reasons. for every post you make he’s the first like and the first comment- although it’s typically riddled with typos since he’s normally eating when you post. he doesn’t really pay attention to his own social media accounts, but he never ever fails to pay you a compliment or well wish, even when he’s in the middle of something important. if only you took it as something beyond being a good friend.

belphegor- social media who? he HAS it, technically. it’s drier than australia and there are definitely cobwebs on his page, visible or not. the last post was also his first post: "..." if he ever makes a second post, it'll be when he wakes up and can't get back to sleep. upon posting “mc.” he finds he’s already drifting off, back to the sweet embrace of dreams and rest.

barbatos tweets “going through it” and then nothing else when he has a crush on you. rts it every once in a while when the pining gets particularly bad. once he typed out “GOING THRU IT” but never sent it. tweets “got through it” when the crush leaves him (never) or you pick him.

diavolo starts a “fan-page” of you. takes at least ten pictures of you every time you’re together and says that it’s for his fan-page on devilgram. the first time you heard this you were like “weird, but definitely not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me here! you do you boo <3”. fan-page of you- for who? nobody but him.

simeon is AWFUL with technology. it truly is a miracle that he manages to use devilgram. nonetheless, he does his best, and is always taking photos and posting them, typically with the caption "i thought you might like this :) @/mc". you respond eagerly, and at least one demon tries to remind you two that this can be a conversation in dms. neither of you pay attention to this reminder, and simeon invites you to the place that he took the picture. he later posts a picture of you lightly kissing his cheek. the demons become on very high alert after that.

solomon isn't subtle. "me, myself and mine" is the caption when he posts a picture of you and him together, and he tags every single demon brother and the royals and simeon, just for good measure. you laugh it off and comment "mine :)" underneath it. solomon gets a target on his back for an entire week before you clarify it was just a joke. this cycle repeats every couple of months as he tries to get more and more flirty comments out of you- when you post a picture of you kissing him with the caption "now shut up", he does. it's almost like an act of god.

bonus: LUKE only really has devilgram. he was worried about an "age limit" and it took diavolo, simeon, and barbatos to reassure him. lucifer tried to help but it just made everything worse. you're the first comment on all of his devilgram posts. any time you're not, you're apologising profusely, and he says it's all the demon brothers' fault, and you say yes it's all the demon brothers' fault. and then you spend the entire afternoon at purgatory hall. solomon takes great joy in rubbing this in their faces.

[minimag1c]

Day 3 of Radioapple trick or treat!

Bones of loved one because we can't forget them aren't we

Immortalizing forever

Day 3 ----->ᵒᵘⁱʲᵃ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ/ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 ✏ 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

Note: I have too much ideas for the prompt of "ouija board", I myself who's into spiritualism and is a pagan/shaman but it will be focused on another prompt in another day. For now, then consider taxidermist!Lucifer who's a bit psychotic and have issues :)

Tw: major character death, bones(I think that was obvious enough already-), human flesh, implied necrophilia I guess

Also it's reaaaally short like really but it has dead dove so yeah sorry not sorry. Plus, both Lilith and Lucifer here are not royalty, just sinners lmao

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"Oh you have no idea how much she means to me Luce..." Lilith lamented towards her friend, toying with her recent necklace given as a gift from her girlfriend Rosie as the shopkeeper looked at her with a raised eyebrow. While he was dusting a few antique triffles and statuettes from his collection, he looked back at the woman, a teasing smile on his smile.

"Oh and pretty sure she also gush a lot about you as well with her friends"

"Oh shush" Lilith rolled her eyes at him while the shorter man laughed slightly.

Today was one of those days were Lucifer didn't had that many customers in his taxidermy shop but not that the demon really minded it. In fact, coincidentally, it was also one of those days where he didn't felt energetic enough to actually put on a motivated and kind facade and would rather just let his eyebags and snarky remarks out.

Most people wouldn't know the reason why he acted this way but only the fewest people close to him such as Lilith knew too well it's answer.

For a small moment, the two was alone in the shop, a comfortable silence settled between the two demons while Lilith looked around, still in awe at almost every Lucifer's creations that were either displayed in front of windows or at the entrance, on his counter and of course at shelves with it's ustensils and ways of creating a four armed snake or multiple eyed goat.

Then something caught her eye.

A few deers' statue didn't had the specific pattern which was specific to Lucifer's motif while between the ducks with horns and black ish tones, there would be red tuff of cats laying there and there.

It was even more flashing and obvious when Lilith saw a portrait of Alastor next to the shelf.

She winced at it.

It was no mystery for Lilith and Rosie that Lucifer's lover have died 3 years ago, succumbing from an angelic spear during extermination and how devastated the goat demon became after that, to the point where he locked himself from everyone around 6 months straight, Lilith almost fearing he would die of hunger if it wasn't for the fact that he was already a sinner.

Now, Lucifer seemed to have finally went past his grief and mourning but still, she would occasionally be scared that he would do another lockdown or worse, knowing how extreme he could be.

And seeing Alastor's portrait back have put her on edge again, sensing that Lucifer's sadness would go back.

"-And did she wanted to go on a date with you or not?" Lucifer's surprisingly calm voice echoed as Lilith went back on the ground, trying to shake her worry away.

"We were actually thinking about it but she's been very busy with cannibal town these last few weeks and you know how murdery these guys can be" Lilith waved her hand as Lucifer slightly raised an eyebrow at her while he cleaned and rearranged a chimera that was sitting on his counter. Lilith bit her lips before she hesitantly asked.

"Lucy?"

"Yeah?"

"... Why are you keeping this portrait?" She eventually asked, pointing with her thumb as the uncanny smiling expression of Alastor, his gaze immediately looking at everyone who entered in the taxidermy shop.

For a very brief moment, inside Lucifer's eye flashed this old him, his wounds still fresh and his mental completely shattered when he got informed that Alastor died, before he rolled his eyes slightly, a small, uncertain smile on his face.

"Oh you don't have to worry about it, Lily it was rotting away in the basement thus I preferred to put it there for now! You knoooow..." he said and Lilith swore she could notice that Lucifer's speech felt a bit jerky as if he really didn't wanted to talk about it.

But then the smaller demon beamed again, almost destabilizing Lilith as he waved his hand around in turn, dismissive.

"But meh! This is just a detail, was planning to sell it one day. Can't bring myself to keep it too long" he explained.

Well that was definitely not what Lilith excepted to hear from her friend plus the decision seemed a bit too radical... But again, it was probably for the best that Lucifer took harsh initiatives, for his own sake.

A sudden unexpected call from the woman's phone interrupted the two's discussion and soon Lilith had to excuse herself for her own music studio had a problem they need to fix as soon as possible thus she had to leave in an impromptu rendezvous. Still, before she departed, the snake demon's mind wouldn't be at peace if she didn't at least check one last time on Lucifer.

But the goat demon simply laughed wholeheartedly at her concerns, finding it touching.

"Lilith, I will be fine. You shouldn't be so scared" He then started to count on his fingers. "I have took my meds, make sure I sleep well and don't try to overwork myself too much."

"I know that but-"

"Yeah yeah, about his creations..." He took a pause, his tone less sure but still firm. "... I will find a way to get rid of them."

Lilith bit her lips, still iffy about all of this but the constant buzz from her phone in her pocket was enough to convince her in some ways.

"If you say so Luce just... Please be safe."

Lucifer smiled warmly at her.

"I will."

But as soon as he guided her outside the taxidermy shop and closed it, the goat demon instantly collapsed on the floor, taking a deep breath.

This was bad.

This was so fucking bad.

Lucifer took a few steady breath, trying to calm down his speeding heartbeat as his fists shook with uncontrollable emotions bubbling inside.

After what felt like an eternity, he reculantly got up, not without difficulty and having to lean on the glass door, and used his magic to pull off all the lights in the shop, too tired to do it manually.

"Breath in and breath out Luce..." He groaned in tiredness, rubbing his face as to calm himself down furthermore, his deadpan gaze looming over the taxidermy shop, precisely on those specific crimson deer with sharp smile that seemed to stare at his dead soul.

He knew he NEEDED to get rid of them somehow in any ways, knowing it was awful for his own wellbeing and psychology. But they thought about leaving ḧ̴̯i̶̢̓s̶̹͝ possession, leaving what remained of ḥ̷͊i̶̱̎m̷̚͜ and his memories. He have already lost a part of Alastor and Lucifer couldn't bear the act of getting furthermore away from his husband.

With carefulness and slowness, he walked towards the back store, hid by a silky black and red curtain, which led to numerous shelves, all sorted with any kinds of anthropomorphic or humanoids body parts: snake eyes, human limbs, ears, jaguar teeth, fingers, lizard tail and many more macabre trinkets all set next to tools specialized in their each dissecting process.

Lucifer, of course, was already used to this sight that would reminded him not only that he was alone but this loneliness was for eternity, his own Hell going progressively worse than him not being able to feel human anymore and being a monstrosity, scarred and mangled deformation between an animal and his face.

The unfinished products and empty jar that were sitting for so long dust started to settled on was a daily reminder of it.

Without thinking twice, he went downstairs, not caring to light up the room until his eyes couldn't discern a single thing, not even a crate nor disgraced old rags. The damp, small room's smell immediately went to Lucifer's system and if it wasn't for him being used to it already, the goat demon would have recoiled in absolute disgust and would have banned this place forever.

But that was not the first time he was there and it wouldn't definitely be the last. This moist and stuffy basement was technically his second home.

At first, Lucifer still didn't wanted to turn on the lights, despite his eyes growing heavy and swaying because of the lack of visibility until he felt something heavy falling yet the sound was not that loud, just enough for his senses to flare up.

Lucifer smiled.

"It was about time you actually manifest yourself."

Without further ado, he snapped his fingers to pull on the smallest bit of source of illumination. Only for a small lightbulb to brighten up not even a quarter of the suffocating basement.

It only highlighted primary the metal table below, a long figure laying on it that was veiled with a grey tarpaulin as an arm stuck out from it.

It had a deep cut on the forearm, dried up blood covering the entirety of the limb.

Lucifer went towards the working bench, rolling up his sleeves and putting on gloves as he put asides his tools and a clean towel before leaning furthermore on the tarpaulin, lifting it slightly until he actually removed it entirely.

"You're still just as beautiful as when I lost you"

Alastor's mangled and disfigured face didn't responded as Lucifer continued, tracing his fingers down the body caked up in mud and dried up blood until it landed on a less gross area, at least the blood was not a yellowish nor mixed with other grim that got caught up with the rest. Lucifer tsk ed.

"We should really clean you up one day dear" he couldn't help but comment.

Alastor's unsmiling face still hasn't responded.

"Lilith went to check on me and talk at the store today." Lucifer started to tell, taking Alastor's arms in his hands while he cautiously set apart furthermore the gap that opened the deer's arm, inspecting if he could see his lover's bone between those tendons and torn up flesh. When he didn't saw them yet, he continued, laughing slightly.

"Oh Alastor you don't know how head over heels she is with Rosie. Really! The two are already together for a while now and yet she still gushes about her as if she was an absolute goddess that can't beat reached out by a mere sinner like her." Lucifer shook his head at the absurdity of his propos while he was still searching for the less painful spot for him and Alastor to dig the taller's bone. The goal demon then added with less enthusiasm as his words were now coated with more bitterness and nostalgia.

"If only you could see these two. They're just as adorable as buttons and so, SO lovey-dovey with each other" he couldn't help but let out another laugh notwithstanding the dry tone in it. "Too bad, you're ill and bed ridden for a while now and unfortunately I don't think it would get better if that continues."

As soon as he felt that around the upper arm the bone was a bit easier to be removed, he used a small saw and metal pliers that were only designed for this kind of operation. However, he still continued to speak with his beau, whom exposed cracked skull started to attract more flies on it.

"Though that doesn't mean I don't give them news about you. It's just... I feel like Lilith doesn't understand what I'm saying when I'm talking about you. She keeps looking at me with pity as if I've gone crazy."

His tone was a bit irritated at the last part while his instrument dug in the flesh, making sure he was careful when it comes to his dissection. "To be frank, I don't know why she keeps insisting about leaving you behind. You're hurt and in need of assistance after all, that's when you need me the most or at least someone who can tend your wounds and injuries.."

He then stopped, now focusing his attention on the cut bone as he tried his best to extract it gently at possible without causing furthermore damage.

He didn't wanted to hurt Alastor after all.

After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer finally managed to torn apart the ulna from the radius starting from the lateral epicondylitis as he huffed in relief, wiping his forehead with his clean arm. The goat demon then looked at the now bend over arm of his lover, shaking his head slightly.

"Sorry for the mess hun. Unfortunately, I left the sewing kit at home and the one here aren't disinfected enough to not fear any skin issues." Lucifer explained.

Alastor said nothing as the blonde continued, smiling softly as he took the now meek and squishable arm that was almost cut in half, as he gently put the limb back next to Alastor's side, hoping that it wouldn't get infected tomorrow after he gets the last steps done for him.

"But I will close you wounds Alastor, just like always." He said, running his hands through what remained of the deer's hair.

Lucifer smiled furthermore.

"For now sleep well my deer, hope you'll get better soon."

And with that final note he leaned down on the cadaver, his lips meeting the swollen one's, his hands going to the tarpaulin as to cover up Alastor again, not before he finished biding farewell to his beau.

"I missed your taste Al."

He said, now completely covering the sinner's body before leaving him in the dark and cold basement.

He couldn't wait to meet him again, hoping that Alastor would return the kiss one day once he healed all of his lover's wounds.

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Is it me or those shits are getting shorter and horrible-

Anyway I have nothing else to say so yeah bye lol

[27/10/2024]

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[tiktaalic]

People missed the point on Mary SO BADLY that Amara had to SPELL IT OUT in her last episode. Has to look at Dean and the camera and say This Woman Was A Person. And they IMMEDIATELY ignore every time Mary helped Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack. It would've been SAFER to ditch Jack in apocalypse world. Nobody ASKED her to deck Lucifer into an interdimensional rift. No. She Has To Be As Bad As John. Jody Is Their Real Mom Because She Is Cloth.

Gahhhh her and jack are so sweet apocalypse world sucks so bad but I do go all gooey at the shot where he covers her with his wings…. But yes. Once you round the corner on being pissed it’s so funny. People get so mad at her. They regurgitate dean points verbatim with no introspection. When it could not be more clearly stated over multiple seasons multiple episodes that The Point is that dean and Mary are two people who love each other but whose relationship is incredibly complicated by the fact that she’s been dead for decades and her last memory of him is as a four year old. The show is supernatural they take their biiiiiig red flag out and wave it and says special prize to anyone who can spot the theme! (Nobody is the victim or villain in this relationship everybody loves each other it’s just Very Fraught And Complicated for obvious reasons and also because we are a tv show and drama is good) And then people go. SPOTTED. Mary is an irredeemable bitch.

[eisforeidolon]

OMG, when manipulating people, Lucifer appears to people as their romantic partners, episode 15x19 is PROOF of D/C!!!!

Except Lucifer didn't only appear as love interests or only use love interests to manipulate people. Although we didn't know who was doing the manipulating at the time, he appears to Sam as John in episode 11x04, to further convince him the dream visions he's getting should be followed. We see him manipulating Rooney in episode 12x08, and he is using Rooney's religio-political aspirations as his hook, not a person at all - let alone a dead love interest. We also know he manipulated plenty of vessels offscreen by unknown means - I doubt the Archbishop of Saint Louis was pining for an old lover. Furthermore, I'd posit that Sam knows Lucifer better than anybody but God and Michael by 7x02 post-Cage. So if Lucifer really did only appear as love interests? Hallucifer appearing to Sam as Dean in that episode would be "proof" of wincest.

So there were non-love interest manipulations and manipulations we didn't see onscreen that probably weren't centered on romantic partners. Which is enough to put holes in the theory alone, because its entire substance is just Lucifer appearing to someone = dead love interest. But why stop there? Let's talk about the context of the ones that are supposedly clues Castiel has to be a dead love interest, just because Lucifer did appear that way a few times.

Nick was obsessed with his wife and son's murder, and Lucifer's first salvo was causing Nick to hallucinate a baby's cry and a flood of blood from the empty crib before appearing as Nick's wife, who (unlike the son) could actually talk enough to make a specific bargain. Murders that we find out later were committed by *gasp* demons on Lucifer's orders to make said potential vessel desperate and vulnerable. The hallucinations Lucifer gave him pointedly included allusions to his dead son as well as his dead wife, so it clearly wasn't just about a romantic connection. It was his current weak spot, he was broken because his family were murdered.

When Lucifer goes to Sam in 5x03, Sam is trying to just sit the apocalypse out and live a normal life, hoping that will work to prevent anyone else getting hurt. Just like he thought he could sit the hunt for the demon out at Stanford. Even if Jess had just been his buddy, the girl who fucking died the last time he tried to live a normal life would still be exactly the right metaphorical knife to the ribs in that situation where Lucifer wants to imply that people can't change and there's no reason to hope the world won't end. Even Dean isn't a better choice there when the parallel of Sam getting normal people hurt by existing in their vicinity is so obvious. It was his current weak spot, putting innocents in danger.

Vince Vincente is depressed at least partially because his ex-girlfriend committed suicide after he treated her like crap and therefore blames himself for her death in 12x02. He does say in the moment that all he wants is her back - but actually, we learn an episode later that part of the deal he made with Lucifer was to heal his paralyzed sister because Lucifer sure as hell didn't do that out of the goodness of his heart. So again, even though it did involve a dead girlfriend, that wasn't remotely the only vulnerability Lucifer exploited, just the one that fits their theory. It was his current weak spot(s), the women in his life that he failed/couldn't help himself.

In each case, Lucifer is just using the best weapons he can bring to bear on the weak spots of vulnerable people, y'know, how a manipulator operates. That they involve romantic partners isn't actually the main reason for their use, and again, isn't his only shown tool of manipulation.

So Lucifer doesn't only use romantic partners to manipulate people, but even when he does it is about what the target's current vulnerability is that he can exploit to get what he wants. Which brings us finally to talk about that scene where he tricks the Winchesters with Castiel's voice in the penultimate episode. He needs to get into the bunker to use the Winchesters to trick the reaper to make sure he has the right death book. Sam and Dean are both inside. Most of their dead allies have been dead for a while so the shock and trauma has worn off/been buried - or they are alive enough to take a phone call and say no, they aren't at the bunker's door, actually (if Lucifer even knows enough to know who they are). But Castiel? The trenchcoated angel just carked it again a hot minute ago and wouldn't be able to get through the wards, making him the perfect tool for the job. It literally wouldn't matter if it was Dean or Sam, he's the entity in that moment they'd be least surprised to see resurrected and would open the door for, which is what Lucifer needs. No twue lurve necessary.

This is not the literal stupidest meta they've ever tried to pass off as valid. But yet again, it falls on its face if you actually examine it as a premise. Because they don't remember enough of the canon to know their theory is actively contradicted by other examples they forgot. Because they very pointedly pick and choose what context counts as important. Because they refuse to see other logical interpretations which are very obviously right there. Ultimately and fundamentally? Because they start from the premise that D/C has to be totes real and actively ignore everything and anything that doesn't lead to that conclusion - which is pretty much the entire canon, once you put their "proof" back in its original context and remove the distorted shipper goggles.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

EPISODE 8 (FINALE)

HOLY CRAP I WAS RIGHT

I WAS FFFFFFFFLIPPING RIGHT

ADAM IS DEAD

I-I DIDN'T SEE PENTIOUS COMING, BUT

ADAM IS DEAD AND LUTE SURVIVED, HOLY FRICK

I AM SO EFFING RELIEVED IT WASN'T ANYONE ELSE

I-I-I SAW.....I SAW THAT....PART....

AND PART OF ME.....a small part, like.....a TINY TINY part....w-was scared....

M-most of me knew it wasn't gonna happen, don't get me wrong.....N-not him.....but....

A-as long as there was a TINY part of me that doubted, I.....

I-I was TERRIFIED......

I-I'm gonnaa need to reply that last song, cuz I swear, thoughout that whole thing periodically SHOUTING at my screen "WHERE IS HE!? WHERE IS HE!?!?" (True story.....I was doing that OUT LOUD) And "SHOW HIM"

Th-the flipping.....JUMPING JACKS MY HEART WAS DOING THE WHOLE TIME-

I-I can't even form thoughts correctly-

PENTIOUS, OH THAT POOR MAN- BUT HOW IS HE IN HEAVEN!? AND HOW IS LILITH IN HEAVEN!? WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON-

I-I mean, it makes sense for her to want Adam dead, but- Lemme get this straight, she- She made some kind of deal with his OWN TROOPS-? HOW? Th-that did NOT LOOK like sabotage to me! They were fighting hard! I-I don't- g-get it-

I-I....I can wait....I can wait, I can wait, cuz this ending was good! AND WE AVOIDED THE WORST-

AND ADAM IS DEAD, WH-

I-I guess that leaves the Vees as the main villains now!? Unless Lute comes back on her own now-

I-I'm looking forward to see more of Vox.....l-losing his mind, pffff....

AND LUCIFER HOLY CRAP, LUCIFER WAS SO EFFING COOL, JUST TAUNTING HIM, AND....

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT VAGGIE VS. LUTE, BUT NOT VAGGIE SPARING HER....I-I'M GLAD SHE DID THO, CUZ I DON'T HATE LUTE AS A VILLAIN

AND NIFFTY

THAT WAS SO BADASS, HOLY CRAP, HOW SHE JUST CAME FROM BEHIND AND WENT STABBY STABBY-

I-I was CHEERING

F-for a while, I was conflicted about how much I wanted more of Adam, cuz I loved his song in the first episode so flipping much, and I STILL DO love it, but....

A-after what he almost did-

Y-yeah, YEAH, STAY DEAD

NEVER COME BACK, you BASTARD

G-give me a heart attack, I swear...*grumble grumble*

.....H-how are they gonna learn about Pentious now, and how a sinner ACTUALLY made it to Heaven, if they have no more reason to GO to Heaven now? How- s-so many questions....

.......

.....Y-yeah, I think this might be the best episode of the season....o-or ONE OF them.....i-if that wasn't obvious......

S-sorry these thoughts are so much more....s-scattered than in my last posts, but GOD DANG-

........

.........

........

"B-break....constraints..."

"Back door...."

T-trying to remember what I heard, but I was f-flipping out so much....

"My deal must a have a.....back door...."

S-something like that....I-I need to watch it again....

S-some kind of deal......c-constraining him....h-he doesn't like it....he wants out....

L-looks like, maybe, I was right.....

Th-there's gotta be a way out.....H-he's not submissive to ANYONE.....H-he'll find a way out....

I-if helping the others, was against his will.....

L-let there be a way out....

I-I don't care if that means leaving them.....Freedom means more....

S-season 2, GIVE US THE ANSWERS......

[theimperiumchronicles]

Happy STS! What are your characters' favorite songs? Bonus: Why that song?

Happy STS, sweet Tori!!! <3 <3

I'm having to think on this week's question, so I'm going back to this question from last week when I was traveling because I DO have an answer to it for many characters. I hope you enjoy! <3

@theimperiumchronicles

Abriella - This Is Me by Keala Settle from The Greatest Showman - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B076Q58K3T?trackAsin=B076Q4B5BM&ref=dm_sh_55e1-fe51-7805-e105-5bb61

Reason - Abriella spent the first 23 years of her life running from the Crone that her mother Ariel had hidden her from her true father with. When her powers couldn't be controlled, the Crone tried to kill her on Ariel's orders. Through the love of Cruz, Dez, Talon, Deacon and Olly, she came into her own and has learned to be strong and that she is loved for who she is. Now she is apologetically HER.

Cruz - Indestructible by Disturbed - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B076Q58K3T?trackAsin=B076Q4B5BM&ref=dm_sh_55e1-fe51-7805-e105-5bb61

Reason - The chorus is basically him

Indestructible Determination that is incorruptible From the other side A terror to behold Annihilation will be unavoidable Every broken enemy will know That their opponent had to be invincible Take a last look around while you're alive I'm an indestructible master of war

Leandre - The Light by Disturbed - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0108UP3A8?trackAsin=B0108UP8IK&ref=dm_sh_6dae-24cc-b938-74e1-75260

Reason - In the past, Leandre was captured during battle and held prisoner, tortured, and discovered that he had been betrayed by his wife. He was left in the dungeon of his captors to die. He was lost in his mind for a long time after he was rescued by Mithos and Andronicus. It took time, but through the healing he went through and the love and support of his friends, he found strength he didn't know he had. Then once Abriella came into his life, he found someone that saw a light in him that he did not even realize that he had. Now he still battles his demons, but he wins.

Leandre & Yael - Northern Star by Chris Mann - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B01DQ6NNMG?trackAsin=B01DQ6NOJS&ref=dm_sh_a426-c1e7-528d-9d59-5b946

Reason - Leandre is her Northern Star, her anchor in rough seas, her harbor in the storm

Lucifer - Villain by Theory of a Deadman - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0057ZSKE6?trackAsin=B0057ZSNUC&ref=dm_sh_bc17-d0dd-2a97-5bcc-6f2f8

Reason - Come on, it's Lucifer...isn't this one kind of obvious?

Dez - Back From The Dead by Skillet - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B01FN74ZKU?trackAsin=B01FN7523E&ref=dm_sh_4ca6-d1ad-ffc3-9b21-264f8

Reason - Well he is literally back from the dead, so...

Anna - Kings & Queens by Ava Max - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B08MBDFL5T?trackAsin=B08MBCN4TR&ref=dm_sh_d574-a234-0a5e-3b36-2f9d9

@behindthesemasks

Most of the Mercenary Team - One For The Money by Escape the Fate - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B07Y6PBWHS?trackAsin=B07Y6P59MV&ref=dm_sh_e925-764b-a046-dc26-37786

Reason - These are not men who fuck around. They are battle hardened and ready for whatever is thrown at them. Ambrose and Nic have thrown a ton of shit at them. Already this trip has gone sideways and they are ready to rumble with whatever comes next.

@devil-in-the-details-ay

Yara - Halo by Beyonce - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B001KR9AP8?trackAsin=B001KR5RKA&ref=dm_sh_6143-4e7d-a6c8-fad3-b7bff

Reason - It's like it was written for her relationship with Astaroth.

Astaroth - Weight of Your World by Chris Mann - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B002IKE7D6?trackAsin=B002IKE7EA&ref=dm_sh_f948-783b-8211-113e-1d8a1

Reason - It's what he wants to do for Yara. He wants to help lift the weight she is carrying. He knows he has found his perfect counterpart, but she's let so much weigh her down, she can't shine like the diamond that she is.

@tapperhet-em

Meeri - White Flag by Bishop Briggs - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B07BHL6SGP?trackAsin=B07BHLSHVD&ref=dm_sh_7ead-0d78-2b84-b225-116e6

Reason - Her real family may have abandoned her, her uncle's soldiers may be hunting her, and she may doubt everything she ever thought; but she has Lorcan and Einar and their love. She is not going to give up, along with Elio and Tieran, they will figure it out, and they will persevere through this.

Einar - Rain Like This by Chris Mann - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B01DQ6NNMG?trackAsin=B01DQ6NPII&ref=dm_sh_a049-d558-2b51-dc0c-8a7dc

Reason - Einar and Meeri have been dancing around having a relationship for years. They've been more than friends but not quite lovers. Now everything is being tested with their current situation. Nothing is going to change his love for her or make him leave her; rather it is making him hold onto her tighter.

Lorcan - Love You Any Less - Rag'n'Bone Man - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B01N24MPTU?trackAsin=B01N24N72V&ref=dm_sh_7219-0d3d-0222-f175-fae0b

Reason - Lorcan has looked at everyone in the team as family for some time, but especially Meeri and Einar. He hasn't told them, but that is about to change. When things get dark, bonds will be tested, and truths will come out. Lorcan's love stands firm.

Einar, Lorcan, Elio, Tieran, Meeri - I'll Stand By You by The Pretenders - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0035ZTROW?trackAsin=B0035ZRNCK&ref=dm_sh_6269-3a7f-35bd-1160-eab64

Reason - #1 Karaoke song for these idiots, and one that they mean to each other.

@the-andromeda-effect

Adira - Fight Song by Rachel Platten - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0189VVIC0?trackAsin=B0189VVN5W&ref=dm_sh_e615-bc97-d90e-c34c-2ba62

Reason - With Caliban, Theron, and her four guards, Adira is going to find herself again. Already she is finding herself stronger than she was under the thumb of Mircea. When he declares his love for her, the caterpillar will gain her wings as a true butterfly. She does have a lot of fight left and she will gain more people in her corner soon.

Caliban - Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B00JLJ0Y2U?trackAsin=B00JLJ185C&ref=dm_sh_9ad4-c468-26fe-6f85-0ce40

Reason - Cal had never thought he would want a serious relationship, but the longer he's around Adira, that is changing. She has touched a part of his heart that he'd shut off. Just by being herself, she is awakening feelings in him that are foreign, but that he is liking. As at the cabin, he will realize that he does love her, and that is the most dangerous thing for a man like him, but he doesn't care.

@magical-mistakes-vm

Vollrath - Under Your Scars by Godsmack - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B079V2GT86?trackAsin=B079TZ1142&ref=dm_sh_b44b-c25a-5067-ce38-40858

Reason - Both he and Mahala have scars of the past and fears that they have hidden behind masks and walls. He wants to be near her, but is afraid, and knows she is too. The song fits them perfectly.

Balor - Comeback by Chris Mann - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B01DQ6NNMG?trackAsin=B01DQ6NUGU&ref=dm_sh_950c-67a1-eb5d-7cf0-0eb4b

Reason - Balor and Vollrath have been at each other's throats for years. Vollrath has looked down on Balor, and considered him an outcast of the Coven, but that is all about to change. Balor is going to have his comeback, not only in the eyes of his little brother, but the Coven as a whole.

Mahala - Stand By You - Rachel Platten - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0189VVIC0?trackAsin=B0189VVJ3I&ref=dm_sh_1927-4a4f-42e1-9801-c94a0

Ermengarde - W.I.T.C.H. by Devon Cole - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0B5B74N18?trackAsin=B0B5B5S4VM&ref=dm_sh_7d21-9c4a-2cf5-c71f-2d6ae

@mystsoftime

Dante - One Call Away by Charlie Puth - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B014DIAG62?trackAsin=B014DIAMQG&ref=dm_sh_90e0-434b-1497-ccb9-3d3d8

Trevarius - Lions by Skillet - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B01FN74ZKU?trackAsin=B01FN758KQ&ref=dm_sh_d35c-c5b1-6ba9-1254-bb0f4

Renata - Unstoppable by Red - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B075NPQN8K?trackAsin=B075NR4D58&ref=dm_sh_5dc3-8012-fd05-604e-ed544

Enzo - Hurt by Johnny Cash - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B00AYBU7TE?trackAsin=B00AYBU9EM&ref=dm_sh_280a-efb1-01cb-ff58-bc679

@battlegroundofdreams

Morpheus - All Eyes on You by Smash Into Pieces - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B084JPTP28?trackAsin=B084JCW5ZV&ref=dm_sh_31a9-f11f-f5b3-fadc-52712

Lorien - I'd Come For You by Nickelback - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B001KQKC0Q?trackAsin=B001KQGG38&ref=dm_sh_7391-289e-8f25-b0c5-8a2fa

Melinoe - God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B073JT39P8?trackAsin=B073PNMZY4&ref=dm_sh_fac2-aeb3-33e1-0124-e7041

Rua - Umbrella by Rihanna - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B00689J512?trackAsin=B00689J5WG&ref=dm_sh_686f-0276-f5b4-bdb7-24753

@princess-of-thieves-id

Diyan - Heavy is the Crown by Daughtry - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B08XDB1G6D?trackAsin=B08XDGFT8J&ref=dm_sh_1ae5-d9c4-9b54-d4b9-488c9

Inara - Burn the Ships by King & Country - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0B5B74N18?trackAsin=B0B5B5S4VM&ref=dm_sh_7d21-9c4a-2cf5-c71f-2d6ae

Arik - We Found Love by Rihanna - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B00689J512?trackAsin=B00689J5WG&ref=dm_sh_686f-0276-f5b4-bdb7-24753

@whileyouwait-dm

Djall - The Fighter by Keith Urban - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B01DOO42BG?trackAsin=B01DOO42CU&ref=dm_sh_806e-2d0b-ece1-4b92-a5d58

Miriana - Safe and Sound by Beth Hunter - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B00C732JT8?trackAsin=B00C733KZU&ref=dm_sh_b58b-ad5f-a13c-4c2a-dfe0e

Eike - Unbreakable by Hedley - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B07GRGQZ9V?trackAsin=B07GRG6R7L&ref=dm_sh_5c48-c788-e84f-93fb-715b9

Bellator - Invincible by Pat Benetar - https://music.amazon.com/albums/B000TDG9N0?trackAsin=B000TDD0U0&ref=dm_sh_b980-b5b2-e336-66e4-435b1

Sorry, was getting really long, so stopped giving explanations. If you have questions on any of them, feel free to ask!

Hope you enjoy <3

[r00p0sting]

Had to drag this image from my twitter as I don't have access to the original file. Enjoy a ramble of this ship I made last year

So one I thought of today is kinda angst? I guess more "so-so gets hurt and other nurses back to help" but for Kana and Urushihara it's more Urushihara does his best the only way he knows how, by just being there. Bare with me, I don't normally type all this out.

During a huge battle, Kana is injured and requires medical attention. Her stored energy can heal it with time but the immediate issue is literally bleeding out and the pain of her injury. No clue if her injury is relating to helping Urushihara/Lucifer, I don't think it matters too much.

Mao explains that Kana needs to go to a hospital but Kana completely rejects this idea, and has since she arrived on Earth. There's no time to explain why and she tells the group to take her back home to Sera (the human mother she lives with) because she'll know what to do. Sera was a doctor in Ente Isla and has regularly treated Kana in her Earth home to avoid suspicion (Kanas choice not Seras).

No one is fast enough to get her there on their feet, bike or otherwise but Lucifer may be able to fly there fast enough. Mao believes it to be his responsibility since Kana was part of the demon army, but Lucifer interjects he was her general in the army, therefore it's his responsibility. Since Kana confronted his reckless nature in Ente Isla and how it often put his squad at risk, Lucifer chooses now to try and do right by her while also struggling with stress over the severity of her injury. While flying there, he continues this reason to explain to Kana why he is taking her and almost looses his grip as Kana starts to slip out of consciousness and becomes dead weight for a moment.

Lucifer arrives on the humans door step, only to find only the children are home and Sera was called into work that day. The oldest son, Luka, instantly recognizes something is wrong and hurries Lucifer in with Kana asking Luka to bring out his mothers kit. While Luka is not sure what to do, he knows how Kana should be positioned and how to help clean her up but Kana snaps at him to not touch her, worried the heat she is giving off will burn him and wanting to keep his hands clean (morally in a sense). She tells Lucifer he needs to help and that Luka and herself can instruct him. Lucifer, who since arriving on Earth has hardly worked or done something so dire, nervously fumbles while Luka shows him what he needs to do, taking his time to explain. Luka sees Lucifer reactions similar to his own when he was younger and mimics how calmly his mother instructed him. The younger brother was told to not get too close, but watches on with wide eyes, never seeing wings like Lucifers before.

Kana is finally patched up with a few towels bloodied in the process. Luka isn't quick to suggest bringing Kana to her room out of worry, and wants her nearby so for now they can keep an eye on her. Lucifer ask about cleaning up and mentions he can do it if Luka wants to stay with her. But upon meeting the fully automatic machines, Lucifer recalls he was only shown how to use semi automatic washing machine. He panics and a curious younger brother, Taro, wander overs and in a toddler speak tries to help Lucifer use the washing machine. It wasn't super clear if Taro understood from actions how to to use the washing machine but Luka heard the attempt at communications (Lucifer asking a toddler to repeat himself and slow down cause he didn't understand) and came over to help.

Once the laundry is loaded, Lucifer ask where Kanas' room is and props her up to take her. Luka helps since he realized Lucifer isn't very tall and comments on how weak he is for an angel. Lucifer begins to correct him only to realize Luka recognized an angel and asked where he was from. Luka replies, seeming more bothered as he felt like it was obvious he was from Enta Isla as he didn't question the wings or Kanas injuries to begin with. Once in bed, Luka tells Lucifer it's okay if he wants to stay with her for a bit since his mother used to do it for her when she came home injured or sick and needed rest. Lucifer comments he will but not for long. He quickly falls asleep on the side of Kanas bed, exhaustion setting in.

Lucifer is awaken hours later by Sera, who came home in the middle of the night and isn't too sure about finding a stranger in Kanas room but was very stone faced about it. Luka had already explained what happened to her and after a few moments of pondering and Lucifer trying to explain himself, Sera instructs him to go downstairs and call who he needs while she checks on Kana. Lucifer is quick to move, a bit unnerved by the womans stare and finds the telephone to call Mao and give him an update. Sera isn't gone for long and overhears some of Lucifers conversation but doesn't speak up until he hangs up and lets out a sight. She chimes in, offering Lucifer something to eat and he can decide what to do next. She explains he's welcomed to stay the night but to be mindful of Kana while she sleeps and to be out before morning, as the boys have school in the morning and doesn't want him distracting them.

Lucifer heads back to Kanas room, relived to find she's still asleep. He decides to stay for the rest of night and falls asleep above her sheets next to her.

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Urushihara groggily wakes up and grumbles how warm it feels despite how early it is. He woke up, half asleep, to remove an article of clothing or two as the heat he was feeling had started not long after he fell asleep with Kana. He quickly realizes the heat is coming from Kana and some of her own clothing was set aside, thanks to Sera. Sera was far used to Kana overheating during her healing process and often had to treat it like a fever to keep her comfortable while she slept, this night was no different. He fumbled out into the living room/kitchen space to find Sera was already awake, and asked if he was comfortable with his sleep last night. She assumed Urushihara knew about Kanas side effect of healing since he was also from Ente Isla and didn't think he needed a warning.

[cpopnatural]

5x03 Notes

-FREE TO BE YOU AND ME IT’S TIME FOR PEAK TELEVISION

-oh right the brothers are going their separate ways

-why is the editing in this sequence so good

-CAS

-“we talked about this” when???

-Raphael mention

-THELMA AND LOUISE

-he tried to flirt and it just flopped hahaha

-whatever happened to personal space.

-STOP LOOKING AT HIS LIPS BE NORMAL

-very funny that the canon reason why Cas doesn’t zap Dean places is because he gets severe constipation

-it’s okay Sam with boring woman #47 parallels Dean and Cas

-“when humans we want something really bad we lie”

-THE TIE SCENE

-LAST NIGHT ON EARTH ANY PLANS

-the utter look of fear when he said women

-why did he say that about Bert and Ernie

-they chose to make Cas look so gay here bro

-this girl’s dressed like Sabrina Carpenter

-Cas looking at Dean’s laughing face and instantly relaxing

-why can’t we just have Dean and Cas having a good time all the time man

-THE ELECTRICITY WINGS

-they sprung the most obvious trap on him too

-the ghost house Mario game music

-“god is dead” drama queen

-unfortunately the 21st century line has aged very well/poorly

-Cas is out here losing his faith and Dean is being snarky

-he’s so petulant toddler omg

-I forgot this happened to Sam hahahaha

-Cas’ face is literally so pretty here

-“BUT TODAY YOU’RE MY LITTLE BITCH”

-Dean’s just here to back up his man you know

-KNEE DEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT

-Daddyissues4daddyissues

-oh……………

-Dean doesn’t know how to connect his happiness with him hanging out with Cas…..

-CAS THOUGHT DEAN WANTED TO BE ALONE SO HE DISAPPEARS BUT DEAN SAID WHEN HUMANS WANT SOMETHING REALLY BAD WE LIEEEEEEEEE

-I WAS RIGHT IT WAS LUCIFER

Absolutely iconic episode and honestly? The Sam part I forgot isn’t too bad. And I think also that 5x03 really solidifies what the Cas and Dean dynamic is like when they’re not actively in combat. I really enjoyed that 9.5/10

[icharchivist]

So with the Tenth Anniversary rapidly approaching, do you have any hopes, expectations or guesses on who we might be getting as new units in the next few banners? We've got new art for Richard so he seems like an obvious bet, but between this being the big 1 0 and the fact that we didn't get any Grands in January like we got for the last three years, it feels like Cygames might be charging their powerlevel for something Big this anniversary.

i try very, very hard not to raise any expectations on that, especially when the preview actually give me such high expectations i need to beat them down by myself to be at peace LKDJFLKDJF

I expect a SSR for Richard, not a Grand, if only just to celebrate one of the oldest companions we have (esp since from all of the R/SR characters announced in the preview so far he's the only one who never got a SSR despite the fact his SR is actually kinda meta (the Granblue Wrapped thing actually showed his SR in a lot of set up bc of that LMAO i'm actually surprised he didn't make mine))

the updated preview also teases 4 new characters who have a high chance to also be relevent enough to get a Grand, so keeping an eye on that. Personally i'm keeping an eye on the character they didn't give a name to who is in the main preview since he probably would have more to do with the plot of the game if they're keeping it a mystery -- i would say it's not impossible it's the antropomorphization of Phoenix, and it would actually tie things together if Phoenix would join as a Grand since they were the first real enemy/summon we got in an event.

..... but yeah the "big expectation" i happen to have is that i'm Not Immune To The Lucifer Bait, and showing Lucifer in the preview, refering to Lucilius only as Lucifer's creator (and not as the creators of the first primals), Sandalphon also being mentioned by his relationship to Lucifer and Sandalphon confirmed in the main cast, all while the whole thing is about exploring PHOENIX, a character of REBIRTH........................... Bahamut forgives me but i'm high on the "Lucifer coming back" copium. And it's also exactly the reason i am beating down my expectations because i had those 2 years ago with Created by the Stars Loved by the Skies when they teased a Lucifer unit that never happened.

I'll be fine if Lucifer remains dead, but god am i not normal about it.

so yeah that's more or less what i'd see so far.

[kathyprior4200]

Heavenly Boss S1 E4: D.I.A.B.L.O.

Oh, hello. Docile here, welcome back to Heaven! I know things were a bit wild and confusing last time. Let me try and explain a bit.

Apparently the first Heaven’s blessing company C.H.E.R.U.B. had been under the guidance of one of my previous bosses, Kiva. I don’t know why anyone would approve of her, other than she’s famous for her singing in both Heavens. Instead of spreading faith and love, she wanted more fame and a chance to create her own world on Earth. She briefly used the cherubs’ powers to revive certain people on Earth and kill off others deemed “unworthy” in God’s eyes. There is a good reason why no one should bring back the dead. Even C.H.E.R.U.B. and my company E.L.F. know that would only cause overpopulation, war, and an alteration of history. It broke my heart when we had to reverse the damage Kiva had done. In the process, we freed C.H.E.R.U.B. from Kiva’s influence, Tirred from her influence and sent the dead back to the other side. We also had to erase the memories of the event from the mortals for obvious reasons. Thankfully, Deerie just straight up banished Kiva and her group…I heard they got arrested on Earth, but I have a feeling they may come back.

Tirred’s been experiencing a few struggles with getting over the event. He had given into his desire for more status and like many angels in Heaven, he tends to see demons as “lesser than.” He’s being monitored under supervision for a bit just in case, but I think he can fix up his attitude…mostly.

Recently, I got an update on how C.H.E.R.U.B. is doing. They had failed to save the life of a greedy inventor and were banished to Earth. I have a bad feeling that they’ll get corrupted in Hell and return for revenge against their I.M.P. rivals. I’m all for keeping I.M.P. in line to try and stop their horrible mass murders, but fighting fire with fire usually doesn’t end well. Although I think that indigo sheep, Collin, has the purest heart of the three.

So far, we’ve been doing business in Heaven as usual: record keeping on human life, plus spreading God’s words of good faith (and trying to leave out the bad messages of “ditch your loser friends who you can’t use.”) There’s a difference between leading cooperatively and leading selfishly. True leadership requires lifting others up as well as yourself. I guess our Heavenly Father doesn’t trust anyone else due to Lucifer trying to take His throne all those centuries ago. Paperwork is always tedious but it must be done. I know our business tithers between legal and illegal, but we’ll deal with any consequences that may arise. My job is my passion, and my employees are like my family.

Right now, my team and I are discussing some ways to meet and collaborate with C.H.E.R.U.B. I think they need some guidance on properly interacting with humans. Plus, I think Sunna and I are tempted to give those cute cherubs some hugs. Truthfully, I hope we can get to them before they “sink further down,” if you catch my drift. Ideally, C.H.E.R.U.B. could stay on Earth and continue protecting humanity. Or we could provide them with sanctuary in our Heaven. The first option seems more likely due to both Deerie’s rules and interdimensional complications. It’s very rare for an individual to travel to the parallel universes…and Earth is in the middle of all the Heavens and Hells!

But hey, surely it’s worth a try, right?

Sunna was peacefully sleeping on one of the chairs around the smooth table at E.L.F. headquarters. The elves were seated in their spots with Docile at the head of the table.

“Alright guys,” he said. “This is a very important mission. With Lord Gabriel’s help, I’ve pinpointed C.H.E.R.U.B.’s location to be in a forest near a lake, not too far from that inventor’s old mansion.” He pointed to certain spots on a holographic map in front of them. “It appears they briefly stayed in a church for sanctuary last December and are now trying to stay low. Gabriel said they had been helping other humans in secret but haven’t gotten rid of their desires for acknowledgement, praise, and material gains.” 

“Hold up,” said Tirred with his usual yawn. “I thought that C.H.E.R.U.B. never asks for any fees.”

“That is true, but I’m talking about what they seek. The three cherubs were raised in a culture that values perfection, reward, and the pursuit of happiness…”

Tirred coughed, “Americans,” which earned him a glare from his boss.

Docile continued, “Even Heaven’s citizens have flaws of their own. Selfishness exists in everyone, no matter how altruistic they try to be. C.H.E.R.U.B. knows that if they spread love, they can also feel good about themselves. But they always expect something in return for their work. Money, praise, God’s grace, whatever it is. The point is, they never help others just for the sake of doing so.”

“That actually makes sense,” Timmid added, brushing back her short white hair. “I wonder if they were so quick to collaborate with us because they just wanted us to promote their company.”

“Which is what we’re randomly doing instead of, you know…worrying about ourselves in our reality!" Tirred added, waving his hands for emphasis. “We shouldn’t have to care about some other cheesy company.”

Sunna happily mumbled “cheese” in her sleep.

“You have a good point Tirred, but this is different,” Docile elaborated. “C.H.E.R.U.B. may be from another realm, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least try to help them out. Remember that we help humans and angels alike when we can.”

“We can’t help everybody,” Tirred said. “Especially those humans and demons who…”

“We’re not talking about them,” Docile added, holding up a hand. “There’s no need to be a downer when I’m trying to spread light onto a dire situation here, okay?”

Tirred crossed his arms. “I’m helping you see the reality of things. The other angelic orders won’t approve of this. Especially since traveling to the parallel realms is forbidden!”

“And the reality is that we will continue on with this mission because it’s the right thing to do,” Docile argued, standing his ground. “It is our job to help those in need, no matter how bizarre the situation may be. So for your sake, I suggest you keep yourself in line.”

Tirred grumbled and backed away slightly. Docile sighed and straightened up.

“Plus, we aren’t traveling to the other Heaven. We’re going to Earth. That’s where C.H.E.R.U.B. is.” He glanced over at the large leather-bound Bible that allowed them to travel to Earth. He didn’t know how much longer Azrael and Samuel would allow him to keep it, but hopefully a bit longer. 

“Won’t we need disguises again?” Timmid asked. “Or Sunna?”

“I think we’ll be alright with going in our true forms,” said Docile. “But remember to lay low and stick together. After all, C.H.E.R.U.B. will be in their regular forms…might as well meet angel to angel.”

“Okay,” said Timmid.

There was a knock on the door, which startled Sunna awake. “Guys, do you hear that?”

“That was the door,” called Timmid.

Sunna walked over and opened it. “Hello,” she said as two men entered. One was short and fat, the other was tall and thin.

“Are those…supervillains?” asked Timmid.

“More like superheroes!” called the thin man. He had an elegant white mustache and white-gray skin. He wore a white top hat with a purple brim and old-time glasses with purple lens. His suit was white with a large purple cross in the center, the arrow pointing up. His boots were purple, and his cape was light blue.

The squat man beside him wore a white suit with thin blue lines on it with a beige collar. He wore a white bowler hat with a blue trim and white rimmed glasses with teal lens. His mustache was black, and his skin was white-gray. Both men had halos and white wings.

“I’m Straight Nate!” greeted the thin man. “Craftsman of all things straight and narrow! This is my partner, Kyle Kipton!”

“Nice to meet you both!” Docile said, shaking their hands. “How’d you get into Heaven?”

Nate explained. “I wasn’t always a young man. Kyle and I ran Kyle-Nate Tools, a local shop for farmers. Earlier today, we were giving food, eggs, and farming equipment to the poor. We could’ve saved so many. We both got involved in our job and felt so much younger than before. It was marvelous! Turns out that Lyle Lipton’s anti-aging machine in his factory was sending out rays that made us younger and younger by the day. Our customers soon grew suspicious when we suddenly appeared as children. Both of us were almost handed over to the police. We raced toward Lyle’s place, hoping to get back to our normal ages. But before we could reach him, the mob had cornered us with torches and pitchforks. We refused to give them what they wanted and they…killed me. It was a miracle that Lyle’s machine secrets didn’t get out. Everyone believed the mobsters to be crazy. Thanks to some angel magic, no one else sought to be young again.”

“I died shortly after Nate,” said Kyle. “Almost thought about taking my life, but Covid 19 did that for me.”

“Sorry,” said Sunna.

“Brother bucking Covid ruins everything!” Docile spat.

“Wait,” Tirred asked. “If you turned into children, why do you look so…”

“Wise?” Kyle finished with a shrug. “Who knows? Age doesn’t matter for saints up here. We stay the same age as when we died on Earth like the sinners do in Hell.”

“Well, that story was a load of rubbish,” Tirred scoffed.

“Don’t be rude,” Sunna chided.

“It’s alright,” Nate said. “Kyle and I are trying to figure out what do to next now that we’re in Heaven. I wonder if there are any farms around that could use our help.”

“I’ve never heard of farms in the sky before,” Kyle said.

“Well Heaven has a whole society like Hell does, so schools, farms, houses, pretty much anything from all time periods exist here,” said Docile.

“Have you heard of the Canadians?” asked Sunna. “They are anti-cannibals, against eating meat in all forms. A bunch of French-speaking vegetarian cultured folk. A bit eccentric. They make the best maple syrup and host the best air hockey games. You know, literally in the air…”

Nate rolled his eyes. “People are so quick to judge these days.”

On a nearby television screen, a commercial showed a dark teal skinned elf wearing a black outfit and a black hat, twirling a cane. “Are you looking for work to make solemn stories and formal films? Well call me at Sully Sirius’ Serious Idea Studios, where you can create art and get rich! The one who makes the best creation will receive two free tickets for Woo-Hoo Land! But still…I have standards for heaven’s sake!” A brief clip showed Sully selling holy water bottles at the theme park.

“Wierdo,” muttered Kyle.

“Well, I wish you two the best of luck up here,” said Docile. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“Anytime,” said Nate. Nate and Kyle waved goodbye before exiting out the door.

Docile turned to a winged cherub deer.

“You think we’ll succeed in our mission?”

“Yeah, oh yes, yes, yes!” Doe-Doe trilled genuinely, typing notes on an iPad while wearing yellow overalls. “Go beyond the rules and you do you! Yeah!”

0 0 0

Docile, Tirred and Timmid stood outside in front of their headquarters building, the heavenly sky shining down above them. The white building and the golden wing designs attached to it shone brightly in the light. Tirred briefly glanced enviously beyond a wrought iron golden gate toward the direction of the silver Holy City surrounded by glowing halos. Timmid took a deep breath and flipped through the Bible until coming across a passage to create a portal to Earth. After she chanted and drew a teal blue sigil with chalk, a gap opened. A fearful Timmid led the way through, while Docile and Tirred followed.

The trio arrived at the vast meadow surrounded by forest trees and the shining lake. The sun shone brightly in the sky while a few white clouds dotted the horizon. Several birds chirped on nearby hanging branches, while brown squirrels and rabbits hopped along the grassy plain.

Docile sniffed the air deeply and sighed. “Nature truly is a wonderful thing. There’s something so genuine about Earth that makes it so…vast and beautiful.”

Tirred rolled his eyes. “Heaven will always be the superior place. It has marvelous light, gold, angels and the Almighty of course.”

“But the living world is unique in its own way. It’s the birthplace of all the saints and sinners. They make up the majority of the afterlife. Without this place, Heaven and Hell alike wouldn’t function the way they do now. No technology, no flare, no diversity. Our current worlds today are what some mortals call a ‘melting pot.’ Different ingredients tossed together into one societal dish.”

“Blast, boss! Enough with your metaphorical mumbo-jumbo,” Tirred sighed, briefly tugging his pointed ears in frustration. “Do you even realize what could happen if we meet with other beings too long? Reality itself…”

He imitated an explosion.

Timmid laughed a bit. “Who’s spewing mumbo-jumbo now?” She playfully elbowed Tirred. “Relax, Tir. Docile knows what he’s doing. It’s risky but it’s for the greater good.”

“Greater good, my ass,” he muttered.

“If you wanna get your good ass kicked, then be my guest,” Timmid wiggled her eyebrows playfully as Tirred turned red in the face.

Docile summoned his golden staff and slowly moved it in the air in front of him. The staff tip briefly glowed when he aimed it at a lower part of the hill. He spotted something small and white flying in the same direction. Docile mentioned for his coworkers to follow. They headed down the hill until they arrived at a white park bench. There were some passersby walking their dogs or chatting on their cell phones. Several women pushed strollers around, while a child tossed breadcrumbs for the ducks. The paths were lined with streetlamps and red rose bushes.

Just then, Docile spotted a flying boy and two-winged sheep sitting close together on a bench. No one seemed to pay them any mind.

“Bingo!” Docile grinned.

The periwinkle sheep Collin sat and examined the park. The yellow sheep Keenie straightened up her yellow dress and red bow. The light pink-haired Cletus sat in the middle in his reddish overalls, looking bored. Several white feathers fell off their wings and their halos flickered.

“I don’t understand,” Cletus said dejectedly. “We’ve done all we can to make amends. We’ve saved people, gave them advice, and lived among the humans. Why can’t we go back?”

Collin sniffed as tears started to trickle down his face. “Why can’t Deerie let us back? We were doing so well in Heaven. Our clients and the humans were always grateful for the work we did.”

Keenie stamped one of her hooves. “It’s so not fair! Deerie didn’t even give us a chance. She just sent us here to suffer and rubbed it in our faces!”

“If only that filthy imp leader didn’t blind me during the battle,” Cletus scowled. “Killing Lyle was just an accident. I was this close to eliminating them on the spot!”

“Killing is a bad thing,” Collin mentioned, straightening up. “Our job is never to kill, but to save and spread love!”

“Like I said before Collin, you still joined us in shooting at our rivals,” said Cletus. “Eliminating the threat is sometimes necessary.”

“We also have Exorcists for a reason,” Keenie added. “To eliminate all those shitty sinners and keep both Earth and Heaven safe from them. Those Hell table scraps are just as bad as them, if not worse!”

“W-w-whatever happened to ‘thou shalt not kill?’ ’Love thy neighbor?’” Collin asked, flying up and staring hard at his companions.

The cherubs hovered in the air.

“Those demons aren’t our neighbors,” Cletus told Collin.

“I know that, but still, we could’ve at least taken the fight outside the opera theater! Oh, and maybe saved that singer, too.”

“When the imps were in the way, right there?” Keenie asked. “We had to watch over Lyle, too.”

“We had to save his life at any cost,” Cletus said, leaning in.

“B-b-but we didn’t, didn’t we?” Collin finished. “We all played a part in our fate and now in a few days, we’ll be down below facing our worst nightmares!”

Collin broke down into hysterical sobs, as Keenie wrapped him in a hug. “Oh Collin…”

The cherubs flew off toward the open meadow, leaving the park behind and looking around.

Just then, E.L.F. made their entrance in front of them, floating down gracefully on white wings in their own beams of sparkly light. Docile was in the center, Tirred to his right, Timmid to his left. Spiked white halos hung over their heads. C.H.E.R.U.B. stared quizzically at them.

Keenie glared. “Go away, demons! We’re tired of seeing you in your silly costumes!”

“You here to m-m-mock us some more?” Collin asked in anger.

“We come in peace…” Docile began but didn’t finish. Cletus let out a combination of mournful cries and yells to the sky, causing the nearby humans to glare at them and scatter away.

“You won’t get away with this, I.M.P.! You’ll pay for what you did to us and the humans you slaughtered!”

Cletus finished his cries when a sudden force knocked everyone backwards. They straightened themselves up in the air. The ground broke apart and a column of red, orange, and yellow flames shot up from the opening.

E.L.F. and C.H.E.R.U.B. looked in wide-eyed terror at three small shadowy figures hovering forward through the flames. Three shadows with glowing yellow eyes.

“You seek revenge and are thirsty for blood?” came a low choir of voices.

The flames vanished, revealing a demonic trio. A pointed tail, sharp yellow teeth, a clawed hand holding a black Satanic book...

“We can help satiate your desires…”

The leader appeared, looking like a twisted version of Cletus. He had teal fluffy hair and pale white skin, his teeth sharp and yellow. His eyes were large and yellow with white sclera. He was chubby like Cletus but instead of angelic wings, he had small black bat wings with long red veins within the flaps. He wore a dark blue undershirt, a black shirt collar and teal-colored overalls, plus brown boots. Two reddish orange horns curved down to meet his chin. He put away his black Satanic book.

The corrupted Collin counterpart took the appearance of a bulky anthropomorphic yellow ram. His furry hooves were tan colored with sickly yellowish tips. He wore a wine-colored red suit with a black bow tie under his thick neck. His undershirt was orange with an upside down black cross in the center. Sheathed under a black belt was a gun, a dagger, and a few other weapons. His teeth, eyes and face were all a dull yellow, although a few black dots rested under his left eye. Ogre-like ears stuck out around his head of thick black wool. Protruding in curves from his head were two thick, crimson-colored ram horns with little lines running down the surface. Little black wings held him in the air.

The last diablo was a blue anthropomorphic ram and Keenie’s dark counterpart. Her hooves were purple with dark green tips. Her dress was dark blue with a green bow around it. Her dress moved from blue to various shades of green and teal, becoming lighter at the ends. The hem of her dress was torn and gave the appearance of blue flames as part of the design. Black gloves covered her hands like an executioner’s. She grinned with yellow sharp teeth against a dark blue face. Her eyes had dark orange pupils, teal irises and white sclera. Her wild hair was a lighter shade of blue, moving like flames in the wind. Like her companions, she had black bat wings and curved red-orange ram horns. All the diablos could also grow pointed tails and retract them.

The leader sneered. “Surely you’ve heard of us. You saw our commercial, didn’t you?”

“What commercial?” Docile asked.

0 0 0

A large Leviathan monster opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth, a long slimy tongue, and a dark throat. The camera zoomed into the darkness before a red light appeared at the end of the tunnel. A bleak world with a red sky was revealed. A futuristic city in the distance was tall, black, and metal: Sin City. The ground was black as was the grass. There was a pandemonium capital building not too far away along with a variety of shops set in a dystopian world: Tiamat’s Treasure Things, Kali’s Corner, Xenomorph Labs. Sinner human slaves slouched around held together by chains in the background.

No Hazbin Hotel or I.M.P headquarters to be found. Only a dark world ruled by the traditional evil seven princes.

A sign read “Diablo Den” and pointed down. The camera moved to show an underground tunnel with torches on either side. An entire subculture of demons lived down within the sewers and damp tunnels. Metal waterproof houses were situated under fluorescent lights on the ceiling. The leader popped up on the screen.

“Salutations! I’m Erebos! Welcome to Hell! (Not the Hazbin one.) Guess you must have done something evil to get here, and evil people deserve to give enemies special cruses!”

The jingle began, with organs playing.

“Does it make you want to yell?” asked Devvin, the yellow ram as a man was shown getting a promotion over a man dressed in rags.

“When an enemy ends up well?” asked Dammna the blue ram female as a rapist was pardoned from his crime.

“Do you frown from ear to ear?” sang Erebos as a man shot at several anti-LGBTQ protestors.

“When your rivals don’t shed a tear?” they all sang as a bully in a baseball cap laughed as a kid cowered in a corner.

“Locked up in a rut?” sang Devvin with a pose.

“A foe seeking your gut?” Dammna sang and posed.

“We can make them cold and dead!” sang Erebos.

“Even give you their head!” They all did villain poses.

“Cause here at D.I.A.B.L.O.!” they sang as“DIABLO” appeared in bloody letters surrounded by pitchforks and the trademark icon.

“We’re the masters of destruction from down below!” sang Devvin as Cletus shot fireballs at a barbed wire fence, allowing prisoners of war to escape. Devvin led the way as Dammna waved a flag with a pentagram and “B.U.R.E.H.C” on it.

“Cause here at D.I.A.B.L.O.!” they sang as the logo appeared again.

“Just name your price and we’re good to go!” sang Dammna as Erebos gave a greedy grin at a human handing him a bag of gold.

“Spreading sickness, chaos and hate!” Devvin sang as he and Dammna gave each other a high five with their hooves.

“History altered and fate!” sang Dammna as atomic bombs went off in reverse as clocks ran backwards and forwards.

“We do the dirty work for you!” sang Cletus asDevvin concocted a deadly virus and dropped it on coughing humans.

“And stirring up world wars, too!” added Devvin as Dammna whispered something in a soldier’s ear, resulting in two armies fighting on the field.

“So sit right back…” sang Erebos before they all sang in discord, “…and let us curse a soul for you!”

“Oh, we are the D.I.A.B.L.O.!”

“How the primal chaos shall flow!”

0 0 0

C.H.E.R.U.B. and E.L.F. just stood there, stunned.

Just then, Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie entered through a portal onto the grass. Moxxie was trying not to fall, while Millie safely put away Stolas’ grimoire in a small black backpack. The red-faced imps wore their usual navy work outfits.

“Alright gang,” called Blitzo. “Apparently someone wants us to kill that ginger-ass tour guide we saw last time. Looks like he’s at Lyle’s old house jacking off and snatching Lyle’s old possessions.”

Millie tried not to throw up. “This world is even crazier than ours!” Then she pulled out a dark sword and brightened. “Let’s keep on killin’ then!”

“Sir, please don’t tell Lyle any of this,” Moxxie pleaded. “You know he’ll get mad if we fail this mission.”

“Oh I already sent him a text,” Blitzo grinned, holding up his phone. The text read “Off 2 kill tour intruder. Might want 2 sell ur stuff.” Moxxie face-palmed.

“I’m already tired and we haven’t even made it there yet,” Moxxie complained.

“Come on Mox, get your sweet imp ass moving,” Blitzo said. “We’ll be at his house before you can say…”

The three imps came to the clearing and froze in their tracks.

“Holy shit,” Blitzo breathed.

At that very moment, all twelve creatures, divided in their four separate groups locked eyes with each other, some on the ground, and some in the air. The sky darkened to an abnormal shade of indigo; the ground suddenly warm to the touch. The air itself shifted from stale, to hot, to cold and back again. A strange energy crackled through the air, like any moment the earth would collapse underneath them. A stag with bloodstained antlers reared up his hind legs and raced across the forest as lightning flashed in the sky.

From inside the mansion, the tour guide and several people gazed out the window in awe through a telescope. The smiling man had the ginger bang over his eyes and wore a green suit and cap with dollar signs on it. He spoke too casually to the group as they took pictures on their phones.

“And now you’ll spot several groups of tacky super-powered cosplayers about to begin an apocalyptic battle! The feuds between famous people and ordinary folk is a sight to behold!”

0 0 0

“Who. The Fuck. Are They?!” Blitzo cried out, his voice echoing.

“Oh no!” groaned Moxxie, pointing ahead. “Those are the…”

“Imps!” Collin cried out, all three cherubs glaring at their rivals.

“Cherubs!” Moxxie finished.

“Diablos?!” Tirred asked.

“Elves!” sneered Devvin.

The intense stare-downs could have turned the universe upside down…which for a few moments, it did.

After several minutes of grueling silence, the first one to speak again was none other than Blitzo.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?!”

Cletus crossed his arms. “I’ll tell you what’s going on! Because of you three monsters,” he pointed at the imps, “We’ve been banished to Earth and are this close to meeting our doom down in your filthy world!”

Blitzo just grinned smugly. “Welcome to Hell, baby. We hope you enjoy your stay.”

Cletus turned red in anger. “Shut up! We may have been banished from Heaven all thanks to you, but there is no way we’re going to end up like you!”

Erebos grinned and moved slowly toward the cherubs. “You sure about that?”

He spoke in a bone-chilling whisper that made even Cletus forget his wrath for a moment. “It’s clear that you’ll never be allowed to return to Heaven. Why wish for something you can’t obtain anymore? The only thing you can do now…” he mentioned in the direction of the imps, “…is take back what you’ve lost.”

Cletus glared at him. “I don’t need filthy demons to tell me what to do!”

“Of course you don’t,” Erebos mentioned. “Your company was just trying to do the right thing. Why should you let those monsters stand in your way again?”

“Perhaps some human agents could help you out in the future,” whispered Dammna to the cherubs.

“Stop this!” called Docile. He flew gracefully in Cletus’ direction. “Don’t listen to that demon.”

“You’re one too!” Cletus seethed, flinching back.

“No, I’m an angel just like you,” Docile said, displaying his white wings. “That devil is trying to divert you away from your true path. Your company may have been banished, but you can still redeem yourselves and prove the other angels wrong! You’re already great at spreading positivity to those in need!”

“Ha!” Millie called. “Just like how you cherubs failed to save the life of that old man.”

“It was an accident, you emo slutty freak!” Keenie spat.

“The past is then,” Docile continued to Cletus. “This is now. You still have time to prove your innocence. I believe there is goodness in almost everyone.”

Collin flew up to the elf with wide shining eyes. “Y-y-you do?”

Docile wrapped an arm around Collin. “I know it. It��s there, even when all hope seems lost.”

Erebos snickered to Cletus. “You really gonna believe an inverted version of an imp and his subservient goblin fuck toys?”

The cherubs and elves gasped.

“That is so inappropriate!” Timmid called.

“Kiss your ass, sissy,” Dammna taunted as Timmid flinched away.

“Might wanna watch your words, blue bitch,” Millie growled to Dammna. “Just because we’re fellow demons, doesn’t mean I’ll let you pick on others like that.”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Dammna asked with a sneer. “Sing a murder jingle?”

“My coworkers and I did, actually!” Blitzo bragged.

“I thought your song was very catchy!” Devvin praised.

“Thank you!” beamed Millie. “Now get lost, wannabes! We’re on a murder mission!”

But D.I.A.B.L.O. was far from done. Erebos spoke to Cletus. “Anyway…that deer cherub who kicked you out…she knew that you would fall. God doesn’t tolerate mistakes…thus those in Heaven now see you as just that, mistakes. How does it make you feel?”

“Shut it, demon crap!” Keenie shrilled. She flew toward Erebos but Devvin held her back. She freed herself from his grip. Dammna flew beside Collin, who whimpered as she licked her lips.

“Face it…the other cherubs wanted you three kicked out. Because you founded an illegal company that prided itself on saving human lives. You were getting famous for…not following the rules. Jealousy arose. Heaven knew that if you saved a whole bunch of humans, they would soon get suspicious in Heaven at all their previous sinner family members getting slaughtered every year.”

“How do you know all this?” Cletus asked.

“We have our ways,” said Erebos. “Angels and demons going to Earth is mostly illegal…you know, changing of history, trauma and all.”

He flew into Cletus’ face and the Cletus flinched back in disgust. Erebos made his way around Collin and Keenie as he talked. “You could’ve been good passive little sheep and stayed in Heaven. But you didn’t.” He ran a hand through Collin’s white wooly hair. “Because you wanted something more. Paradise wasn’t enough for you.”

He grinned sinisterly at Keenie. “You were tired of being looked down upon by the more favorable members of your kind. Always searching for a way so that your…”

He peered underneath her yellow dress, “…divine talents could be brought to light.”

Keenie gave him a hard kick to the face, sending him back a bit. He scoffed in pain and rubbed his eye before straightening up and heading back toward Cletus. “And for a while, they did. But look where you are now. Fallen. Forgotten. Forced away from your home.”

“He’s using you guys!” Tirred warned Cletus. “You can still protect humanity and earn God’s grace once again!”

“No matter what you try to do, you’ll never be able to return. Becoming demons is your destiny!” Devvin said with a dark chuckle. “If not in Hell, then on Earth!”

“Listen to the elf angels,” Collin pleaded to his boss. “The demons are full of sin, but you know we can choose to not stoop down to their level. We can be better cherubs, improve our relations with humans.”

“Right after we get rid of all those stinking demons!” Keenie scoffed, hands on her hips. “If we want C.H.E.R.U.B. to survive…”

“Then I.M.P. must pay, right?” Dammna asked, finishing her sentence. Keenie found herself nodding, mouth agape.

“Hey, we can hear you!” Moxxie yelled, drawing out his gun. He shot it upwards, but the bullet was blocked by Tirred’s golden staff. The bullet rebounded away. Moxxie stared at Tirred in disgust. “Man, you’re hard to look at.” Tirred just observed him coldly.

“Forget about I.M.P.!” Timmid called to the cherubs. “Focus on redeeming yourselves. It’s the only way you can return home.”

“Help other people for its own sake,” Docile advised. “You don’t need praise or rewards to keep doing the right thing.”

“He’s right, Cletus,” Collin added. “Help humans move away from sin…and we will as well.” 

“Ha!” barked Dammna. “Sin and flaws are present in everyone, even in little angels. It’s as natural as sex, eating, drinking, and breathing. No one can resist the natural temptations…”

Blitzo grinned. “I’d like to see you try and take us out,” he told Cletus. “Afraid we’ll make you a laughingstock again?” Cletus fumed.

“I hope the Exorcists erase you from existence!” Keenie shrilled.

Devvin appeared beside Keenie. “Why call on them, when you can plan your revenge yourself?”

“Not gonna happen!” she yelled. Just after she said that, her halo flickered again. A small crack appeared on Cletus’ halo. Bits of feathers drifted from Colin’s wings.

“This is not good,” Timmid whispered.

Erebos grinned. “Only a matter of time now, cherubs! It’s time to begin your journey toward justice!”

Back and forth, overlapping words, advice, taunts, and threats pounded against Cletus. He felt like his head was being crushed by two opposing hands. Cletus grimaced, looking back and forth and around. He squinted and closed his eyes, curling into a ball.

“The accident wasn’t your fault, boss!”

“Help bring back C.H.E.R.U.B. to its former glory!”

“You’re nothing but a crying baby and a failure. No wonder Heaven doesn’t want you guys.”

“Thy company come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven…”

“Your demonic destiny is here!”

“Give into sin!”

“Spread the love for here and above!”

“ENOUGH!”

Cletus spread out his arms and legs. The force sent many of the individuals back, but they quickly recovered. Lightning flashed in the sky as the battle began.

 Although Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie couldn’t fly like everyone else, they made up for it by their array of weapons. Blitzo fired his tan flintlock pistol, the bullets rising in the air. One bullet hit Dammna’s hoof, and she hissed in pain. Another grazed Timmid’s shoulder and she cried out.

Docile waved his hand and three golden crossbows appeared in the cherubs’ hands.

“It’s temporary,” he warned.

Wasting no time, Collin, Keenie and Cletus fired sparkly golden arrows from their weapons at the two demonic groups. Cletus and Blitzo fired rounds at each other, both of them expertly dodging the other’s attacks. Erebos laughed as Docile landed punches at him, which he kept blocking.

“Just as planned,” he grinned. “What a joy it is to see C.H.E.R.U.B. and I.M.P. duke it out.” The cherubs’ faces grew more vicious as they chased after the imps.

“Stop fighting, C.H.E.R.U.B.!” Timmid called in concern, but her words fell on ignorant ears.

Erebos landed a punch to Docile’s face, and he quickly retaliated via a well-aimed uppercut. “You won’t get away with this,” Docile spat. “I don’t want to fight any of you guys, but it appears I have no choice.”

Timmid screamed as Devvin suddenly caught her in a headlock.

“Ha! Surrender or she’s a goner!” called Devvin. Timmid struggled in vain against his grip. Docile glared as he aimed his staff at him, debating what to do next.

Zing!

An arrow from Collin’s crossbow hit Devvin in the side, sending him screaming and flying off in the distance. He flew back in anger, but Timmid had already recovered. The cherubs’ golden crossbows vanished; the group now defenseless. Moxxie, Dammna, and Millie seized the opportunity to charge in, surrounding the cherubs. Timmid, Docile and Tirred blocked the path of the demons, holding them off with their golden staffs.

“I can’t hold them much longer,” groaned a strained Tirred to the cherubs. “Flee while you still can!”

“We’re not leaving you behind,” Collin said, determined.

Cletus tried to flee, but Dammna grabbed hold of him and tossed him right back with a chuckle.

Erebos arrived and smacked Tirred’s golden staff from his hands…he punched at the diablo’s chest in response. Docile landed several kicks to Moxxie, sending him stumbling to the ground.

“Moxxie!” Millie cried.

“I’m okay!”

Millie took out a black dagger and tossed it toward Timmid. She caught it and tossed it away. Cletus continued to dodge the bullets from Moxxie and Blitzo’s weapons. Keenie charged at full speed toward Millie’s head from behind her. She was just about to land a hard blow when…

A large hand grabbed her by the hair…Erebos and tossed her hard toward the ground.

Crash!

“Y-y-you monster!” Collin cried.

Keenie growled as she stood up on shaking legs, wiping the dirt from her dress. With a swoop, she lifted herself up in the air before Blitzo could shoot at her. She finally rejoined Collin and Cletus…but the E.L.F. members were almost drained from the battle. The cherubs and elves stood battered and back-to-back against the surrounding demons.

Lightning flashed as several pairs of the angelic and demonic warriors went head to head. Millie was slashing her sword from underneath Timmid and Keenie, who were punching Dammna and pulling her long blue hair. Keenie slapped Dammna across the face while Timmid yelped as she dodged Millie’s weapon from below. Timmid summoned an angelic harpoon and clashed with Millie. They moved in a dance, metal against metal. The point of the harpoon barely missed Millie’s head. Millie leaped onto the harpoon and raced on it with her sword in her mouth. Timmid’s eyes were wide with surprise. She flipped over Timmid, grabbed her sword, and swung it in an arch, knocking Timmid down. The angelic harpoon clattered softly onto the grass. Docile made it vanish with a wave of his hand.

Moxxie fired his gun and hit Devvin several times. He hissed as black blood ran from parts of his legs. “Get the sheep, you idiot!”

“I fight my own battles,” Moxxie retorted, as he dodged Collin’s punches and blasted Devvin’s revolver out of his hand with a well-aimed shot.

Collin and Tirred shared a look, then both swooped on either side of Devvin. With two hard punches to his face, Devvin plummeted to the ground. He glared at them from below as he slowly stood up and shook his head. Tirred tossed Collin out of range of Moxxie’s bullets before he got hit himself. He gasped in pain before landing on the ground to recover. He winced and glared at Devvin. Moxxie rushed at Collin, but Tirred shoved him back with a force from his golden staff.

Docile, Erebos, Blitzo and Cletus were going head to head as lightning lit up the sky around them.

“Take this, you fucker!” Cletus yelled as he grabbed a nearby rock and threw it toward Blitzo. The rock exploded from Blitzo’s bullet. Another bullet hit one of Cletus’ wing tips, making him stumble in the air. Docile straightened the cherub with one hand as he twirled his staff against Erebos in the other. Erebos flapped his bat wings menacingly. The ground shook below as more cracks appeared. I.M.P. moved to higher ground, gazing at the red lava below in the ground. It created a demonic red glow near the ground. Black blood poured from the demons’ wounds just as gold blood flowed from the angels’.

Timmid stood up and flapped her white wings, glanced around in terror. “We have to stop fighting!” she screamed over the yells and the noises of war. “We’re going to destroy the Earth!”

Timmid suddenly screamed as Dammna smacked her on the head from behind. She plummeted to the ground, with Keenie catching the dazed angel and carrying her to a safe spot.

With ear-shattering yells, Cletus and Erebos rammed into each other, as did Blitzo and Docile. The leaders pushed against each other with all their might, as forces from their attacks shook the area. The demons’ ram horns grew longer and eyes appeared on the angels’ wings. Cletus and Docile glowed blue and white while Erebos and Blitzo glowed red and black. Docile’s harpoon spear pressed against Blitzo’s flintlock pistol. They all seethed and gave each other deadly glares.

Before long, the cracks and forces would spread to the rest of Earth. Heaven and Hell would collapse, the Earth being the final battleground and resting place…

The explosions knocked everyone back, sending all the creatures crashing to the ground. The forest had been burned down to timbers and steam was rising from the lake. Lyle’s mansion had been blasted apart to smithereens…yet the soot covered crowd still took pictures as the tour guide spewed his ever-optimistic commentary. His hat was lopsided and he kicked broken glass away.

“One of the Lipton family heirlooms is this golden money bag statue which was gifted to Lyle in the early 1970s. And it’s still standing…”

The tour guide glanced down to see the statue littering the ground in pieces. “…or it was. I call dibs!”

The battle had been an intense stalemate. And all seemed lost as the ground prepared to swallow everyone in the lava and magma.

The dark clouds swirled in a spiral vortex before slowly parting. Sunlight shone from a circular patch of blue sky. The shaking and the yelling stopped. The cracks in the earth fused together and the world slowly got brighter like it did before. The Archangel Michael arrived from the opening, along with the cherub Deerie by his side.

Blitzo helped up his colleagues. “I think we can call this mission a successful failure.”

Millie supported Moxxie. “What about our target?”

“Forget about him,” Blitzo said. “And forget about those cherubs too. They’re done for.”

The imps looked over at the barely stirring cherubs on the ground.

“Well, looks like we won again,” Moxxie said. “Though we really need to tone down all this fighting.”

“Yeah, I’m tired and could really use an iced coffee right now,” Blitzo said. He took out his green “mare-juanna” horse figure and kissed it. “I knew this lucky charm would come in handy. Let’s go gang!”

The imps grinned and high-fived before disappearing through the portal to Hazbin Hell.

Michael hovered in the air in all his glory, supported by broad white feathery wings. He had pale skin, blushes on his cheeks, and short blonde hair like his fallen brother Lucifer. A sword made of flames was tucked protectively near his belt. A glowing spiked white halo hung over his head with a crystal in the center. He wore a white suit and tailcoat, while several medals and badges shown from the front of his outfit.

He bore a stern expression on his face as the other groups slowly recovered.

“Four interdimensional companies fighting in the one world to cause the most damage to mortal lives. I’m ashamed at all of you. You were lucky that no more humans got hurt.” Michael briefly glared at the cherubs, elves, and diablos.

The cherubs and elves bowed their heads in apology, while the diablos looked on.

“I ask that all of you head back to your worlds immediately. If I ever catch you fighting here again, I’ll erase every one of you from existence. Are we clear?”

“Yes sir,” chimed the six angels.

Deerie then whispered to Micheal.

“Oh, right,” Michael cleared his throat. “C.H.E.R.U.B. will still stay on Earth…no harming any mortals, understand?”

The cherubs nodded fearfully.

“Lord Michael,” said Cletus, lifting his head. “The demonic imps have already left. And those diablos are the ones who started all this!”

“Please Lord Michael,” said Docile. “My company came here on behalf of the importance of C.H.E.R.U.B.’s protection. I humbly ask that you reconsider their previous errors and allow them a chance to…”

A rumbling sound was heard and cracks appeared in the ground again. Two gaping holes appeared in the ground. One of them shot fire into the air.

“There’s our cue,” said Devvin to his companions.

Dammna grinned and pointed toward the cherubs. More cracks were forming underneath them, soon creating another hole. Erebos and his gang flew into the cherubs’ faces. “Have fun catching those imps!” cackled Erebos to the cherubs before the ram trio flew into the column of flames and down below. The ground closed over the portal and the flames disappeared.

“This isn’t over, I.M.P.!” Cletus yelled into the air. He, Keenie, and Collin flew toward D.H.O.R.K.S headquarters and were soon out of sight.

After more looks of warning, Michael and Deerie rose back into Heaven and vanished.

The three somber elf angels slowly rose up into the air and went through another heavenly portal back to their world. Back in paradise, Docile had never felt more alone. He gazed out at the colorful clouds through a window.

Docile didn’t even look at his coworkers. “Welp, the cherubs wanted to redeem themselves and continue their company, and we couldn’t save them. We failed. Thanks to those freaking diablos, C.H.E.R.U.B. is still on Earth, plotting their revenge. Such a shame. All they wanted was to spread love and joy to the living world. And now, they’re separated from Heaven…potentially forever.”

Tirred grumbled. “Don’t say I told you so, but…I told you so.”

Timmid gave her boss a small hug as the three silently gazed at the clouds and sunlight.

From behind the elves, Sully Sirius did a small grin. He whispered, “Now this would make for a spectacular tragic film, don’t you think?”

Docile glumly turned his head all the way around, while his body stayed in place. “Please leave.” Sully looked at him and screamed in fright.

[djtheabishai]

What Do You Miss?

In this story, D.J. is with Diavolo, Brook is with Lucifer and MC (You) is with any other character besides those two and Simeon and Barbatos (They are gay together) With Luke being a no go as well, with obvious reasons why.

Dispite them both being half demon and half dragon, D.J. is going to be refered to as the Half Dragon because she takes after her dragon side while Brook is gonna be refered to as the Half Demon because she takes after more.of her demon side.

(Considering this fact and the history between the two species, it's a wonder the two don't fight a lot more often)

Barbatos is "Father" or "Father Barb" to the twins and Simeon is "Papa" to D.J..

D.J. = Diciria (Die-Siri-Uh) Joyce

I say Human Realm because it sound better than Human World.

Wyvgon is a draconic kingdom where Brook is Queen of. She's currently visiting her sister in the Devildom, who is the Queen of the Devildom.

Summery: You, Brook and D.J. talk about what you miss the most.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Sitting in your room at the table at the HoL, you, Brook and D.J. are talking.

"Luke has gotten better with his baking skills." You pointed out, pointing a cookie at the half demon before taking a bite out of it." "Yeah he has. If he keeps it up, he might even be better then the demon himself!" D.J. agreed. The three chuckled. "He's gonna miss Father when he leaves." Brook said. "He will miss Luke." You said.

"What will you miss when you leave?" Brook asked you. "Me? I ain't leaving again! I'm gonna be here till the end of time!" You told them. "So you're immortal now?" The twins asked. "Thanks to Solomon's food. I couldn't back out of it no matter how hard I tried. I should be dead from a freak accident months ago, but I'm alive!" You then mutter. "Maybe that's why he's immortal.." You ponder the thought for a bit.

"You know what that means right? Since you can't die." D.J. said, grabbing a cookie and pushing up her glasses. "That I can do whatever I want without facing death?" You say with a smirk. The half dragon chuckles. " That. And that you'll outlive all of us here in the Devildom. Except for Solomon and maybe Father Barb. So if I were you, I'd stick with Solomon, so I know I don't have to worry about him dying and leaving me behind. Poor Barb though. He'll eventually lose Papa." The half dragon frowns as her glasses slide down her nose as she looks at the table, making a sad dragon noise.

"Well that's a depressing thought. Thanks Diciria." Her twin scoffed. She lifted her eyes to her twin and gave a small, sad smile. " On the bright side!" You'll still have Solomon and Father can jump timelines to have his fallen angel!" Brook said. "Let's not talk about what we're gonna miss, let's talk about what we already miss! MC! Why don't you go first?" Brook tried to change the subject.

"I miss the days when I didn't have to face the fact I'll outlive everyone I've come to know and love....." You say in a monotone voice. Brook shot her sister a glare, who chuckld nervously. "Hey, not everyone." D.J. tried to comfort you. Brook growled and huffed, smoke coming from her nose. D.J. cleared her throat and looked away, whistling while pushing her glasses back up.

"I guess I'll go next!" Brook said, trying to be cheery again. "I miss days when me, D.J. and Diavolo were younger, we'd run around the garden, playing Hide-and-seek with Father. Or on days when Father didn't feel like making anything, (D.J.: Which was a very VERY rare day) he'd order out and we'd have a small picnic on the outskirts of the Devildom, on a very tall hill with a big tree that looked over the Devildom." Brook said, purple eyes lost in remembrance with a smile on her face.

You tried to picture a younger Barbatos, Diavolo, D.J. and Brook, playing Hide-and-seek and having a picnic. "He doesn't seem like the person to do that." You say. "He did. It sadly stopped because we got older and responsiblies started to kick in. I can't remember the last we had a picnic. Just the four of us." D.J. said, trying to remember.

"What do you miss, D.J.?" You asked her, looking at her to see her pupils expand a bit then turn back into slits again, showing she heard your question. She raised her hand to the back of her neck and scratched it.

"I miss..." She lowered her hand her lap, trying to figure out what she miss the most. " I miss my daily flights with Dia." She finally confirmed. "I noticed that he wasn't flying with you anymore a long while ago. Just exactly how long ago was it?" Brook asked. "It was before Nova came along and tried to ruin everything between us."

"Who's Nova?" You asked. "Diavolo oldest child. D.J. that was a century and a half ago!" Brook said. "You mean to tell me you both haven't raced in 150 years?!" " Yes! After Nova was dealt with, I was mad a him for a short while then he got super busy trying to catch up on paper work, then when the exchange program happened, we ... didn't have time anymore. He's so busy now. I mean, I love that I still have time with him but .. I miss our special times together." D.J. said, looking down at the floor, tears going her cheeks.

"I know how you feel there." Brook said, giving a small frown of her own.

"I still fly everyday. I have to or my wings can't support me. I fly with with the brothers time to time with Lucifer and Beel being the ones I fly with the most. Brook flies with me to the best of her abilities, but she can't keep up for the time needed because she herself can't fly because her wings can't support her. (Brook: But from I lack in flight, I make up in running!) I fly with Papa as well, but not as much." D.J. lists.

"I miss the company and the challenge. That's what me and Dia did. We challenged ourselves and the other to be better. See who can get to the finish first. Winner chooses where to eat between here, the Human Realm or Wyvgon, loser pays." The half dragon gives a small smile. "I'd love to have company, I don't care if they can fly or not. I'd carry them. I just miss the company." She says.

You look over at at the half dragon. "Have you already done your daily flight?" You ask. "Yeah, I have." She confimred. "Then how about you can take me on your daily flight tomorrow? Show me one of yours and Diavolo's race courses." You suggest. The half dragon lit up. "Really?!" She asks. You nod "Really!" You confirm, smling. "Thank you!" She thanked, jumping up from her chair, grabbing you and lifting you off the ground, crushing you in a bear hug.

"D.-J.. Y-You're crush-ing me!" You tell her. She lets go and you gasp for air. "I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" "I'm alright." You pant.

D.J. shifts her feet a bit. "I want to apologize for putting those thoughts in your head about being immortal." She apologizes. "It's alright, I was gonna have to come to terms with it sooner or later." You say.

D.J. looks at her sister. "I'll talk to Father and see if we can have a picnic like the old times. Just the four of us." D.J. said. "Well that won't be fair." You said. "And why not?" D.J. asks, turning to face you. "Because you're with Diavolo now. And I'm sure you and Diavolo weren't together on the last picnic you four went on." You pointed out. " No, they weren't." Brook pointed out. "Have him bring Simeon along and Brook can bring Lucifer!" You said. "It'll be a triple date!" Brook cheered.

"With our parents! Having one with your siblings is one thing but with your parents?" D.J. questioned. "Don't think of it that way, think of it as parents spending time with their daughters!" You told her.

"Alright fine. But you better tell Lucifer that we are not gonna be going as titles, but as family. " D.J. told her sister. "Don't worry, I will." She said.

[bapydemonprincess]

EXACTLY FRIEND YOU GET IT YOU GET IT even if now in a relationship, they are so used to how similar the other is in mindset in some ways- even if Grelle is more positive/romantic/openly emotional and Seb is more cold/snarky/only romantic when it comes to seductive/sexual stuff or something old fashioned if at all -and at their cores, BOTH are very very inhuman by now on how they handle emotional changes, and at this time they are used to only the other one and the other one being like them/receiving their affections/flirting ect the same way, so so SO. TO HAVE ONE OR THE OTHER; EITHER THE DEMON OR THE REAPER, SUDDENLY REALIZE AT ADMIT EVENTUALLY "Hey, this is LOVE. Yes. That kind of love. (I think??)" IS REALLY REALLY STARLING AND.. UNBELIEVABLE!!! NO FUCKING WAY, NO SHOT, YOU MUST BE GETTING SICK, YOU'RE FUCKIN AROUND HOLD ON-

AND THE FUN PART TO IMAGINE IS IF THERE WERE ALSO OUTSIDE PARTIES SEEING THIS OR HEARING ABOUT THIS, FROM THE OTHER SERVANTS TO OTHELLO OR SOMETHING AND JUST LIKE .. LMAO, THESE TWO...

AND THIS IS INDEED WHAT IS SO FUN ABOUT THEM, HOW DIFFERENT THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS, FROM THE OBVIOUS SERFACE LEVELS TO THE DEEP SHIT THAT YOU FIND GOING IN AND EXPLORING, ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT SCENARIOS WITH THEM WHILE THEY ARE TOGETHER!!!!

Like at one point after one or both have admitted they feel they love the other, they grow more protective than even before of the other, even during the time they're still like "idk if I believe them..", but whether they do or not, that bae is officially THEIR BAE, AND GOD FORBID YOU TRY SUDDENLY STEPPING BETWEEN THEM NOW.

For a bit if Grelle is the one receiving the confession, even she becomes almost as much as a cranky tsundere as her demon, complaining all the while while helping Seb fight off enemies, and for some reason FREAKING OUT NOW when one idiot shoots the demon and Seb goes down as if dead (to merely get back up and pull the ol THROW THE BULLETS BACK AS ALWAYS!)

But despite half being impressed and amused as always by that trick, something gets to her now.

What if they used different bullets if they knew Seb was a demon? Like holy water covered bullets or something!! Fucking hell.. he can't keep up this ruse forever he's been toeing the line of "trying to look/be human" too long... it's bound to happen, dammit.. this stupid, stupid, dork of a - AUUGH-

And if SEBASTIAN IS ON THE RECEIVING END.. these fascinating instincts kick in, he must shield his... his.. MATE.. even if that's foolish. NO. They aren't mates that way, there's no connection like that, but- but- Lucifer help him, this woman.. she's so passionate about EVERYTHING even if it means rushing into DANGER and yet it's been PROVEN REAPERS CAN GET HURT.... HE ALMOST FATALLY WOUNDED HER WITH HER OWN SCYTHE HIMSELF, HE KNOWS THIS!!

Sebastian grumpily starts cleaning her up after a battle, insisting she bathe, insisting on going off to cook for her, but of course he's cranky the whole time, WHAT IN SATAN'S NAME HAS SHE DONE UNLEASHING SUCH FEELINGS IN HIM, DAMMIT-

And meanwhile the one who confessed sees these conflicting things going on in their partner, knows what has happened..

And sometimes.. because it IS SEBASTIAN AND GRELLE AFTER ALL...

they LOVE seeing the damage they've inflicted on the other from this, deep down..

Yes, I've really really gone and done it. I've come to this conclusion. Made my bed, if you will. And I am so happily reveling in said bed as I watch you change too. Whether you'll finally say the same eventually or not. It doesn't matter. I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts~

Er, but also they are both still struggling with their own confessions they made, yes...tewyrdtiyguiioj

AND LOOK THE RAMBLING CONTINUES BECAUSE BY GOD THIS IDEA, THIS CONCEPT IS SO. FUCKING GOOD. THANK YOU GOOD FRIEND AND MUTUAL CANGRELLESTEPONME RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *yeets self away*

Sebagrelle concept idea where considering how both Sebastian and Grelle are, when it comes to REAL love, and at a point when one or the other is finally sure they are in love and able to admit it, whether it's Sebastian to Grelle or Grelle to Sebastian, the receiving party of said confession might even still be at a point where even if THEY are also in love, hearing it finally, and fully honestly and openly, might even be impossible to accept at first. Unbelievable even to the point either demon or reaper would get mad and assume the other was messing with them.

Grelle having gone so long dealing with humans and other reapers treating her horribly or using her even, whether while in a relationship or just in general.

And Sebastian, as well, a demon, built and brought up and used and never treated as an equal with affection even from other demon kind.

...Though I presume despite this reaction, it would happen at a point in their relationship where this bad reaction would only last so long; only a brief falling out if even that, and then slowing the receiving love would gradually begin to accept this truth, as the one who confessed- again no matter Sebastian or Grelle -would stubbornly insist on making sure constantly the other knew they officially meant the sentiment (and also were okay with waiting for the other as long as it takes them to finally get to that point where they can say it back. It's only fair.)

....

And then at one point eventually they are away and going at it like fucking rabbits even more so than before and all is good once again in the Kuro Universe the end. 🖤❤️

[gay-dorito-dust]

The devil in the basement

Tag list: @mess-in-side

Idea: @vanillastrawberrylove

a/n: ngl it go a little shitty and sloppy in places.

You hated working for that eccentric old man who had more then he did in wealth then he ever did in health but how were you meant to sustain yourself? Even though throughout your mainstay as one of Roderick’s housekeepers had made you felt that you were being severely underpaid for a majority of the workload you had to get through, Some were pleasant while others not so much; you would often find yourself ease dropping on his conversations whilst doing menial small tasks such as dusting where you found out that the old nutter was asphyxiated with the idea of being able to bring back his dead son.

‘Fat chance.’ You scoffed to yourself as though you didn’t just ease-dropped on some personal information that was never yours to listen in on before getting back to the task at hand in the case of if you were ever to be spotted lurking outside his office at odds hours of the day. Yet the aspect of possessing the ability to bring back a loved one never left your mind; it went against the natural course of life yet that didn’t mean humans didn’t desire to have one last moment with their loved ones before it’s too late. You’ve had your fair share of similar thoughts but never let them foster long enough to become your driving motivator, your soul reason to live; You left them to die when reality taught you that there was a reason that fantasies were called fantasies. It was better and beneficial for your health that you gave those thoughts up before they became unhealthy obsessions on a delusional scale.

However one passing conversation made by two of Roderick’s pristine guests caught your ear as you were polishing the glasses til they shone as though they were crafted out of crystal. “Did you hear? Sir Roderick has captured the devil and kept him in the confines of his basement.” Georgina, a frequent visitor of the Burgess household, spoke no lower then a whisper yet no higher then an obnoxious dog whistle. It proven hard to not show that you were ease-dropping in on their conversation but somehow you managed to achieve the persona of the unassuming help. “Oh come off it dear, you know that old coot is just spouting off anything that’ll keep him in the limelight long enough before he reaches his deathbed.” Reginald, Georgina’s partner, responded as he lead the young woman out by the door, though not before stopping to retrieve their coats from a reluctant Alex. “I saw him Reginald!” Georgina cried, “mistaken it for the bathroom I did but he had starry eyes, dark hair, fair skin from head to toe. It wouldn’t be a far cry to mistake him to that of an angel.” She sighed dreamily, recollecting the man that was supposedly in Roderick’s basement. It was obvious to anyone that Reginald didn’t like the way she was talking about another man in front of him and muttered under his breath bitterly he said, “Lucifer was an angel once,” before shutting the large door behind them without another word.

You hated how easily your curiousness peaked that night as you found yourself being lead some those steps and down into the basement reciting Georgina’s words under your breath, “starry eyes, dark hair, fair skin from head to toe,” where soon enough you were within distance of a glass prison with markings littering the floor beneath it that ominously looked to be linked to some type of binding magic; A partial percentage of your family delved into the mysteries of magic once upon a time ago and got severely punished for it and now you’ve grown to possesses a fearful hatred of it. Sat depressingly within the prison was the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life. Starry eyes staring directly into your soul, dark hair that looked as though he just had gotten out of bed, fair skin that glowed ethereally bright that you wouldn’t be surprised that this was how his skin was actually like on the regular; he was certainly comparable to that of an angel, a caged angel, if you were to go so far…a fallen angel even.

“Who are you?” The man didn’t respond, initially you thought that he couldn’t hear you and went to clear your throat before trying again, “did he hurt you?” Again you received nothing in return but his cold, harsh glare that might as well have cut into your skin. His jaw clenched and unclenched from time to time which indicated his anger and frustration clearly to you as you internally groaned at your own ignorance. Of course he was waiting to be freed! Yet instead he was stuck with your stupid ass, anyone would be fucking livid at the prospect of being caged for who knows how long that words no longer could convey everything. “Would you at least give me clues on how to free you? I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed after all.” You jested as the man merely darted his eyes to the binding markings keeping him tethered for a brief moment before they went back up to meet yours.

You huffed frustratedly, you could tell this guy was incredibly stubborn and petty in nature; so much so that it would make him a difficult person to engage in a conversation with without feeling as though you would’ve gotten better reactions from a brick wall. “Break the binding magic? That’s all?” You asked rhetorically as you stepped closer to the prison, looking over your shoulder now and then at the slightest bit of sound incase old man Roderick had decided to come and pay the devil in his basement a little visit. “I don’t get paid enough as it is and what a better way to tell that old fuck I quit then help freeing the devil in his basement.” You muttered under your breath as you got to work scrubbing one of the binding markings out into a indistinguishable smudge.

Morpheus tilted his head in questioning, how come you seemed to be the only human capable of doing what Roderick Burgess’s son seemingly could not? For without hesitation you went out of your own way to free him with no fear as to what was to become of you afterwards but more as an act of vengeance against Burgess himself, much like Morpheus would when he escapes this infernal cage he’d seen more then his fair share of. Alex Burgess was given opportunity after opportunity to free the dream lord yet never took it in cowardly fear of a father who clearly didn’t care whether or not his bidding was obeyed right down to the very last detail.

It didn’t take long for Morpheus to know that no matter what Alex did to please his father it would never be enough to earn a place in his blackened heart; Alex was forever in his own obsessive delusion that one day Roderick would utter praise upon him and therefore went against his better judgment in freeing Morpheus all for the appraisal of his cynical old man that only looked at him as a servant then his own child. You didn’t seem all that bothered in what was to come when the time comes for Roderick to realise his prized possession was gone, almost as though you’ve been waiting for an articulate moment to set it in motion and he ,Morpheus, was that moment for you.

He certainly wasn’t in the mood to start trusting you after being exposed to the ugliest parts of humanity during his imprisonment and was steadfast in his assumptions of humans being the same as the last. Cowardly, power hungry, pathetic, disgusting individuals who would do anything -including the likes killing one another and betrayal- just to feel as though they were the higher power looking down on everything and everyone. Morpheus didn’t believe you could any different from Roderick, from Alex, from the estrange cult that helped capture him in the place of his sister. He genuinely didn’t see you being to key to his freedom, he didn’t foresee your arrival as anything other as a false hope; and that the moment you came down here just to head back up as though you didn’t see anything out of place that would arise suspicions like everyone else. Yet you stayed, you asked if there was any way to free him, and here you were standing back to full height with a proud smile as you gazed down at your work which he followed out of curiosity.

To morpheus’s surprise, not only had you smudged out one binding marking you smudged out an entire third of them, the opening you gave him was big enough to escape. He could finally use the inklings of his powers after so long of being deprived of his tools. “Welp, hope that helps.” You told him with a shrug as though you weren’t expecting anything in return, “just promise me one thing will you?” Morpheus stared you down, waiting for the worst to leave you lips as you pray to him to grant you any wish imaginable, “make sure to put the fear of god in Roderick for me when you come back for vengeance.” With that you snuck out a vase from behind your back, rearing your arm as you used all the force you could muster to shattered the glass that was the only thing hold the dream lord back from exulting his wrath.

[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 3

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don’t know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury

***I legitimately teared up while writing this. This...This is heavy folks. Please remember to take care of yourselves before, during, and after reading this fic. Be safe lovelies ❤ -B ***

Part 1: HERE, Part 2: HERE, Part 4: HERE

The day had passed by agonizingly slow. The brothers really had no choice but to follow Solomon's orders, so they waited. With every second they could feel the invisible hands grasping their hearts squeeze tighter and tighter.

None of them had left the living room where they had gathered. They were all too frightened that an update on your condition would come in and they wouldn't be there to receive it. At least that's what was silently agreed upon. In reality, they were each taking comfort in being with the only people that could possibly understand what the other was going through.

No one knew what to do or say. There really was nothing to do or say. They had promised to always protect you, and because of a foolish argument, they had failed that in the worst way possible. Finally, after nearly twelve hours of radio silence, Asmodeus's D.D.D. dinged.

Asmodeus had never taken his phone out so quickly before. "Simeon and I are awake. MC is still unconscious. We will let you in and try to get you to see MC. Luke is still adamant about not letting you all in, so be ready for him," Asmo read out loud. Satan huffed as he started towards the door. "I don't care who Luke thinks he is, he's not stopping us from seeing our partner. Let's go."

*** As they arrived at the Hall, all of them were shocked to see a trail of now dried blood leading to the doorway. No matter how long it had been there, the scent still made it glaringly obvious that it was yours. Asmodeus gagged and turned his head away from the sight. "If it's already this bad out here, what are we going to be walking into?" He managed to choke out.

Lucifer swallowed down the lump in his throat and marched ahead. "It doesn't matter. Right now, MC needs us. We failed to be there for them earlier, I refuse to do so again." The eldest lead the charge to the front door of Purgatory Hall. He raised his fist to knock when several voices started shouting from the other side. "You never should've called them here!" "Luke, that's not for you to decide. They're-" "I don't care who they are!!!"

The door suddenly was thrown open just enough to reveal Luke.

You would think that the small angel was the Avatar of Wrath and not Satan. He glared at them with all the fury of the Celestial army. His face was red and his teeth were bared in a snarl. Despite all this anger, however, his eyes were still tinged red with tears.

"Leave now! You're not welcome here!" he barked before going to slam the door; Beel quickly caught it with his hand. "We're not leaving until we see MC." A growl that they had never thought they would hear from sweet little Luke, vibrated from deep within his chest before he began throwing himself at the door, clearly doing everything he could to try and close it.

"NO!!! You don't deserve to see them! You monsters are the reason they're like this! GET OUT! LEAVE!!" Simeon suddenly appeared from within the Hall and pulled Luke against his chest. "Luke, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!" The young angel screamed and struggled as Simeon softly shushed him. It wasn't long before the screams turned into sobs and Luke broke down in Simeon's arms. The brothers didn't know how to react. Was the state you were in truly so bad to merit such an emotional response from Luke? Dread began to grow more and more within them as guilt kept them frozen in place.

The older angel sighed and gently began to rub Luke's back, before looking at the brothers with an emotionless expression. "As you can see, Luke is greatly concerned with MC's well-being, as we all are," he tightened his hold on Luke before he continued. "You may see them-" "WHA- Simeon, no!!!" Simeon gently shushed him and ran a hand through Luke's hair. "I know. I know you don't want them to, Luke, but they love MC just like you do. At the very least, we should let them see the results of their negligence, don't you think?" The lords winced at the jab and the harsh edges on Simeon's words. It was clear that no one in that house truly wanted them there. Luke pouted. "Fine. But I want to be in the room when they do." Simeon nodded and released the young angel. "Of course. I'm sure MC will be grateful for how attentive you've been to them when they wake up." He ruffled Luke's hair before glancing at the brothers once again. "Follow me." Their footsteps echoed through the quiet halls like a death knell. Each one rang louder and louder in the ears of the worried demons. They hadn't even seen you yet, and even so, each and every one of them were already beginning to wonder how they could ever let this happen to you. Images of you might look like flashed inside their heads. Perhaps you would resemble a mummy from the number of bandages required to heal you. Perhaps you would resemble a corpse, half-dead as you struggled to keep your heartbeat steady. No matter what they imagined, however, nothing prepared them for the real thing. Simeon swung open the doors to the lounge without any word or warning. The brothers' stumbled to a stop and collectively choked at the sight. You were laid out on the table in the middle of the room. Gauze covered a large section of the left side of your cheek and a strip around the circumference of your head. What little skin was visible was sunken in, making you appear dead. If it hadn't been for the shallow rising and falling of your chest, the brothers most certainly would have believed you were. Solomon had been in the process of checking the bandages on your shoulder when they entered, giving each of them a good eye full of the deep bite marks that covered your shoulder, collarbone and neck. There was so much red, that they could barely make out what was an injury and what wasn't. With a nauseous thought, they realized that small chunks of skin had even been torn from the flesh. They must have had to remove your clothes at some point during your healing process, for the only thing that covered you was a thin blanket that was trapped over your torso. All, except Satan, recognized it as one of the blankets from the Celestial realm. Though Satan had put two and two together when he spotted the small tag hanging from a corner with Luke's name written on it in golden cursive. The fact that you were barely covered meant that they could clearly see your bandaged thighs and the small, bandaged, stump of where your leg had been cut off from the knee down. The silence was cut off by a strangled sob from Asmodeus.

Solomon's head snapped as he only now noticed everyone. Rather than moving comfort the demon whom he's had a pact with for centuries, Solomon only narrowed his eyes into a glare and silently went back to work.

Asmodeus moved towards you, shakily reaching out a hand to touch. But he was stopped as Luke quickly slapped the hand away. The angel starred icily at him. "They're still recovering, you idiot. Touch them with your filthy infernal hands and you could infect and kill them."

Asmodeus snarled through his tears, and opened his mouth to shout at Luke, but was stopped when a hand sat on his shoulder. He glanced over to see Satan shaking his head as tears ran down his cheeks.

"He's right," Satan whispered, not bothering to hide the pain in his tone. "They're in an extremely fragile state. We should all, at the very least, wash our hands first." the others looked at him surprised. There wasn't a trace of anger in his voice. Only grief and regret. Satan looked over at Solomon, "Then I'm sure we'd all like to sit with them?"

The others held their breath as they waited for the reply, but Solomon simply remained silent and refused to acknowledge them. "Please," Beelzebub begged through a sob. Belphie held on tightly to his twin's hand. It may have looked as though he had down it to comfort Beel, but in reality, that hand was the only thing keeping him on his feet. Beel took in a stuttered breath before continuing, "W-We messed up last night, and we can't t-take that back, but I-I need to be with them right now. Please. I-I can't leave them again." Again there was only silence, with the exception of Luke grumbling under his breath from where he sat beside you. Mammon huffed and moved towards the basin of water that had been set up on a side table. "Well I'm done waiting for permission," he thoroughly washed his hands and moved towards MC when Simeon moved in front of him. Mammon growled and had to keep himself from bursting into his demon form. "What's the big deal?! You said we could see 'em!" "I said see. Not touch," the angel provided pointedly. Leviathan frowned and came to Mammon's side. "Luke is literally holding their hand right now! He cleaned his hands! There's no reason why Luke should be able to touch them, when we, their significant others can't!" Luke's nostrils flared as he went to lunge at the demon, but was stopped by Solomon putting a hand on his shoulder. The young angel huffed and settled for snarling at them. "I was the one that saved them! I was the one that washed the blood off of their skin after Simeon and Solomon both nearly collapsed from exhaustion after working for four hours straight on keeping them alive. I was there for them! And you weren't!" "We messed up!" Leviathan screamed back, his demon form bursting into existence as he cried. "We messed up and we want to make things better! We want to be there for them now! You can't just keep us from them!" "Leviathan," Lucifer placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Breathe. Please, I know you're upset. We all are. But we shouldn't forget what caused all of this in the first place." Leviathan ripped himself away from Lucifer's grasp and turned away from everyone. The occasional sob could be heard from him as his shoulders trembled. Lucifer sighed and looked pleadingly at Simeon. "Simeon, please. I know you owe us nothing and that MC may not even want to see them when they awake. But look at them. They're-" he cut himself off as his voice cracked and took a deep breath, "We're a mess. Please, just let us have a moment with them. That's all I ask." For the first time, Simeon's expression softened. He gathered up Luke and nodded at Solomon. The wizard pursed his lips in annoyance and glanced at the brothers once more before leaving the room. Simeon gave Lucifer a hard look as he held on tightly to Luke. "You will notify us immediately should even the slightest thing change from their current condition." Luke gaped at his fellow angel. "Simeon! No! We can't just leave them with those demons! Are you insane?" Simeon gave Luke a small smile. "They won't hurt them. I truly believe they wish to reconcile things and apologize for their words and actions. No matter how upset you may feel, this isn't our relationship Luke. It is not our place to meddle. MC will be safe with them." Luke grumbled under his breath and glowered at the brothers. "If so much as a hair is out of place when I get back, not even Micheal will be able to stop me from the vengeance I will inflict upon you." Mammon opened his mouth make a comeback, but was cut off by Lucifer. "Understood. Thank you for looking after our beloved in our absence." Luke scoffed and shook his head, before leaving with Simeon following behind him. The brothers stood in the room alone. They were with you, and yet they had never felt so far from you. ***To be continued in part 4! Still don't quite know how this will end, but it's bound to hurt. Sorry not sorry. In between uploading parts of this series, I will be doing other fics as well, just since this seems to be quite longer than I

had originally thought 😅 Thank you all for supporting this series! I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to drink water and take care of yourselves! I love you all!***