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leviathanswingman · 4 months ago

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killing me softly (with his song): chapter 7

pairing: DiaLuci, SoloDeus mentioned for like three sentences tops

words: 5458

chapters: 7/?

ao3

Lucifer was standing in front of the mirror, one hand on his collar as he swiftly closed the last button of his shirt. Asmodeus was busy hurrying through the room, all nerves and excitement. For the moment, he was quiet, but his movements were anything but, as he had already gotten changed into his outfit for the celebration, a tasteful combination of a sheer shirt, a baby pink corset, dress pants with an added train, and delicate heels. Lucifer found himself thinking that Asmodeus might just be the only demon in all three realms able to make such a busy outfit work.

Asmodeus had arrived two hours earlier with several bags and a heavy make-up case in tow.

It hadn’t taken him long to do Lucifer’s makeup in the grand scheme of things. After all, he was a professional in that regard. Of course, that certain professionalism hadn't stopped him from cooing ill-suited compliments along the way, which Lucifer decidedly ignored.

Asmodeus came to a stop behind his brother and mustered him from head to toe. Slowly, he rounded him, his pointer on his bottom lip, before grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around to face him.

“Look at you Lucifer!” he cooed. “There's practically nothing left for me to do. If you disregard little old me you'll definitely be the prettiest there!”

Lucifer let out a quick snort. “Stop talking nonsense. With the amount of guests we are expecting that would be an impossible feat. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Asmodeus put his hands on his hips. “Come on now! Flattery doesn't need to come with an end goal. A compliment is a compliment!”

“I disagree. Flattery seldom comes without hidden intentions.”

His little brother pursed his lips in disagreement before throwing up his hands. “Fine, be like that then. Lean down for me, would you? I still need to fix your hair.”

Lucifer sighed deeply but did as he was told. Quickly, Asmodeus unscrewed a small dish filled with hair gel and began working the product in. He skillfully pushed most of Lucifer's hair back, only leaving a few strands of his bangs to frame his face.

“Don’t look at me like that, I'm almost done. You'll get wrinkles if you keep furrowing your brows.” Asmodeus fixed a few last strands, then clapped his hands together. “There you go!”

Lucifer lifted his head. Asmodeus had somehow managed to make him look quite put together. Against all odds, it was a satisfactory result.

A beat passed. “It looks good, thank you,” he said reluctantly.

“Of course,” Asmodeus replied with a small smile and a giddy shake to his shoulders. For a moment it looked like he had more to say, but whatever it was never ended up leaving his lips.

“Well,” he started, “as much as I appreciate our little brother-on-brother bonding time, I'll have to get going now. If I keep dawdling, Solomon might just grow tired of waiting for me. See you at the party!!“

Lucifer’s face slipped when Asmodeus dropped the sorcerer's name, but for once he chose to remain quiet on the topic, simply nodding him goodbye instead.

Now left to his own devices again, his eyes darted back to the reflection in the mirror. For a moment he thought he saw it reaching out to him with one hand, the other bloodied as it clawed its way down his throat, all words left unsaid getting pulled out in crimson font not even he could decipher

Lucifer shook the intruding vision away and pressed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, the illusion had passed, leaving nothing but a sense of unease behind.

He breathed out deeply. Admittedly, his reflection looked rather exquisite. As usual, Asmodeus had done an exceptional job. With the help of various tinctures and creams, he had successfully managed to hide the deep sat bags under Lucifer's eyes. Dabbles of concealer here and there were covering his otherwise sickly pale complexion. The most amount of time had been spent on his eyes. Shades of red blended together carefully were adorning his eyes, and with the slightest hint of eyeliner and mascara, the overall look pulled together quite nicely.

In the beginning, he had had his doubts about the whole ordeal, but looking at it now, he found himself surprisingly satisfied with the end result.

Asmodeus had kept his promise after all. Although the look was captivating, it was not overbearing. Of course, a look so flauntingly attention-grabbing was foreign to Lucifer, yet he felt confident in this elevated version of himself. After all, he wanted this last ruse of his to be executed perfectly.

The quiet notes of his cursed TSL soundtrack were filling the room as he went over to the closet and pulled out the remaining pieces of his outfit. For a moment he allowed himself to linger as he let his fingers run along the delicate seams and high-quality fabric of the black lace shirt he was already wearing. It was a daring item of clothing, alluring in nature, but not bold enough to be see-through.

Lucifer rechecked his buttons and ran the palm of his hand down his body, nodding in approval as he felt the fabric’s smoothness against his skin. It fit him like a glove. For his sanity’s sake, he did not waste any more time pondering how Asmodeus had gotten hold of his size to begin with.

Lucifer put on the rest of his suit and then stopped in his tracks as he considered the boots Asmodeus had picked out for him.

Once again, an item of clothing Lucifer himself wouldn't have chosen for such an important event. Still, he picked them up and sat down on the edge of his bed before slowly pulling them up.

After he was done, he walked over to the full-body mirror near his closet and studied his appearance. He looked elegant, his usual modesty replaced by the undeniable allure of dark lace and cunning heels. If Diavolo were to see him like this, perhaps-

Before Lucifer could suppress this particularly unwanted train of thought he was crudely reminded of his illness. Petals were inching their way up his throat and he coughed heavily to dislodge them. Regardless, his efforts were for naught. The petals he could feel so very clearly were stuck and refused to come free. Instead of coughing them out effortlessly, Lucifer ended up stuck, sinking to his knees as he realized that his only way out was to throw them up. Under his dressing table was a trash bin, so he grabbed it and quickly relieved himself.

As soon as he was done he roughly wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, getting rid of all evidence of what had just transpired.

Lucifer made his way towards the Demon Lord’s Castle where he was supposed to meet up with Barbatos and Diavolo. He arrived at the arranged time, stilling in front of the door, hesitating as his fingers lingered on the ornate doorknob. Lucifer straightened his already perfect posture, rolled his shoulders to ease the soreness, and then pushed the door open.

It seemed like Barbatos had already been waiting for him. “Good evening, Lucifer,” he greeted. He mustered his colleague from head to toe and not soon after, a cordial smile spread across his face as he approached.

Barbatos looked barely any different from usual, except for the fact that his regular suit had been traded in for a slightly more adorned, festive one and his hair had been pulled out of his face. He nodded slightly as he circled Lucifer once. “I see Asmodeus has gotten his hands on you. Dare I say, it suits you quite well.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the comment. “Thank you,” he said as he stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him. “You look quite clean-cut yourself.” Lucifer scanned his surroundings and furrowed his brows. “I don't suppose Diavolo is hiding in that closet back there, so I must ask. Where is he?”

All of a sudden, there was the sound of a scuffle coming from outside of the door. For a second Lucifer thought he could hear Diavolo's voice, stifled by the door separating them, hot in a heated discussion. Once again, he felt flower buds piling up in his throat. Quickly, he coughed into the crook of his arm just as the noise started to quiet down again. He reached for the doorknob just as Barbatos touched his shoulder lightly.

“There is no need. We don't want the groom to see his spouse right before the event now, do we?” he said calmly, the expression on his face unreadable.

Lucifer turned around, suspicion growing. “Who were you calling a groom just now?” he asked, voice stern.

“A splendid question indeed.”Lucifer’s throat was still tickling dangerously, so he pulled out a handkerchief and coughed several petals into it. Barbatos mustered him with contempt. “You are aware that it does not have to end like this, yes?”

Lucifer threw him a particular look as he let the handkerchief slip back into his pocket. “There is no other way,” he stated, not in the mood to engage in yet another battle of wits. “I believe I have made my decision quite clear. I see no reason to change my mind.” After all, he had already come to terms with his fate.

Despite it all, he still felt a certain kind of anxiety ghosting over his skin. He didn’t fear death. No, what he feared most was being forced to pry his clenched hands apart to let go.

His family, the angels, Diavolo. Would they truly be alright? In all honesty, Lucifer could not find the answer to this question, no matter how long he allowed it to wander through his brain. There was a heavy, dull feeling in his chest whenever he thought about it.

He knew his death would create an unmendable wound, but they would have to get over it, would have to feed off the pain, and grow from it.

After all, his brothers were no strangers to having to endure. Yuuta had been through a lot already, he knew how to bounce back. And Diavolo-

Diavolo would be heartbroken, this much Lucifer allowed himself to admit. Thinking about it too much only made his head hurt, so he forcefully shut down the downward spiral of his thoughts.

Diavolo had Barbatos and that would have to be enough. He would pull through as well. Lucifer coughed into the crook of his elbow. The hallway had grown silent again and with Barbatos by his side, he started heading towards the ballroom.

The celebration was about to start and Lucifer still hadn't caught sight of Diavolo. Normally he would get restless and order an entire sweep of the premises to find the demon prince, but Barbatos' laissez-faire attitude made Lucifer doubt that Diavolo had simply chosen to evade his responsibilities. Something was going on, and the fact that Lucifer seemed to be the only person left out of the picture filled him with a sense of unease. He knew that in the best of cases, only Asmodeus and Barbatos were involved. Knowing his brothers, however, if one was involved that generally meant that the whole bunch of them was trailing behind like a gaggle of misbehaving baby chicks.

Lucifer sighed deeply. He forcefully shut down his train of thought, after all, there was nothing to be done about it at the moment. All he wanted was for the celebration to go down smoothly, but there was that nagging voice in the back of his mind promising him that irritatingly enough, that wouldn't be the case at all.

When Lucifer pushed the heavy door open, the first thing he noticed was that all of his brothers were present, mingling with the guests. All of his brothers were there on time. Not even Leviathan had to be coaxed out of his room. This had to be a fever dream.

Lucifer approached just as his eyes focused in on Leviathan clumsily standing in front of a guest, a young demoness wearing a lavish ball gown, apparently having run out of small talk material, so they were just awkwardly staring at each other as Levi fiddled with his hands and the demoness sipped at her drink.

Lucifer approached them and gracefully took over. “Good evening, you must be Lady Agiel. I hope your journey has been nothing but pleasant. I am Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride and Lord Diavolo's right-hand man,” he greeted, a pleasant smile on his face as he shook Lady Agiel's hand gently.

The woman flushed a deep red. “Lord Lucifer, your reputation precedes you. Thank you for your kindness, my journey has been nothing but agreeable. Please give Lord Diavolo my deepest regards, he has outdone himself once again,” she gushed as she let go of Lucifer's hand and cradled her flushed cheek. “Excuse my boldness, but you wouldn't know who the Young Lord intends to share his first dance with tonight? I am most curious.”

Lucifer's stomach did an uncomfortable flip, but he chose to ignore the sensation.

“He will announce it before the dance,” he said curtly. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have other guests to attend to.” Lucifer indicated a bow before taking Levi by the shoulder to lead him away from their guests. As soon as they were out of earshot, Leviathan's shoulders slumped down. His hands were shaking as he timidly messed with his bangs.

“I really am a good-for-nothing shut-in,” he muttered as he kept his head down. “I tried, I really did.”

Lucifer put his hands on his hips as he thought of the best way to approach the situation. Social gatherings had always been hard on Leviathan. Due to his shut-in nature being around too many people made him freak out. It was surprising enough that he had made it to the ballroom without having to be dragged by the scruff of his neck.

Gently, he put his hands on Levi's shoulders. “Levi,” he said and his little brother lifted his head. “You don't have to approach the guests unless you want to. That is my job. Stick to Yuuta or your brothers. I don't need you running around making yourself uncomfortable.” He ruffled through Levi's hair in a teasing manner. “Understood?”

“Hey, stop that,” Levi mumbled as he pushed Lucifer's hand away. He cleared his throat and awkwardly fumbled with his hands. “But thanks,” he added quietly. “I'll go find the others.”

Lucifer sighed as he straightened his posture and returned to his duties. More guests were arriving by the minute and he had to portray himself in the most positive of lights.

He discreetly coughed into his handkerchief, and in the blink of an eye, there were specks of blood dirtying the white piece of cloth. Almost nonchalantly, Lucifer let the handkerchief slip back into his pocket. This was nothing new. It was almost perverse how used he had gotten to the fact that he was stuck spending evening after evening bleeding and spitting, fields of bloody petals growing beneath his feet with every step he took.

His chest felt constricted and it was becoming more difficult to hide the fact that he couldn't breathe all that much. Although thanks to Asmodeus' help, he looked pristine, he felt worn out.

Before the celebration, Lucifer had downed as many painkillers as were morally justifiable. Still, there was only so much painkillers could do when he was inevitably losing a race against time itself.

For a moment Lucifer removed himself from the celebration, rounding a few corners until he found an empty, remote hallway. Hidden from the public eye, he slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. His hand rose to grip his chest. Every time he tried to take a deep breath, there was the unmistakable sound of his lungs rattling, straining, struggling to keep up.

Lucifer's chest felt heavy with discomfort as he pushed his hand flat against it.

His hand rested on his torso, right where his left lung was placed. He closed his eyes as he took a shallow breath.

For a second he wondered how they would inevitably find him. The vivid image of sharp roots protruding from his lifeless body, his lungs cleanly pierced through, introduced itself to his mind. Who would find him lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood, terrifyingly vibrant against the white marbled floor, pathetic and done for? Perhaps his brothers would be scurrying around desperately, and someone equally as important would lean over his body, screaming desperately as Lucifer took his last breath. Those wet, golden eyes, would be distraught in sorrow. And just like that, it would all be over.

Lucifer forced himself to snap out of it and pushed himself off the wall, stumbling as he ignored his buckling knees. He straightened his posture and pulled up his DDD’s camera to check his appearance before making his way back to the celebration, leaving an empty hallway with several petals on the floor behind.

Back in the ballroom, Lucifer mingled with the guests for a while. Diavolo was still nowhere to be seen. His eye twitched in annoyance. Where was that bothersome demon? The celebration hadn't officially started yet, but the possibility of Diavolo being tardy horrified him.

As he overlooked the current state of the celebration, making sure that everything was going smoothly, he spotted two of his brothers. Lucifer approached Beelzebub who was sitting at one of the tables, a dead-asleep Belphegor slouched against his shoulder. Without hesitation, Lucifer flicked Belphie's forehead with two fingers.

“Don't go and fall asleep anywhere you like,” he lectured as Belphie cussed quietly, rubbing his forehead with one hand and his eyes with another. “This is a celebration, not a sleepover.”

“But I'm tired,” Belphegor grumbled in reply. “Just let me sleep, I don’t see the issue here.” He blinked once, then glared at Lucifer, then blinked again in surprise. He looked up to Beel and suddenly started laughing. “Beel, look at that! He really let Asmo get to him!”

Lucifer's scowl deepened as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What are you trying to say? I don't see how there's anything wrong with it.”

Beel mustered Lucifer and nodded. “You look good, Lucifer,” he simply said as he grabbed the menu and stared at it for a moment. His stomach grumbled loudly. “When will they bring out the food? I'm hungry.”

Belphie was still wheezing, slapping his knee repeatedly as he tried to breathe. “Lucifer, you really let Asmo get his hands on you? You look like a real Prince Charming type now, you know that?” he mocked as he lazily stood up from the chair and stretched out his legs.

An icy look crossed over Lucifer's face as his fingers twitched.

Belphegor knew exactly how pedantic Lucifer was about keeping up appearances in the public eye, so he knew he was safe for now.

Instead of punishing his little brother Lucifer put on a smile. “The compliment is much appreciated,” he pushed out through clenched teeth. Belphegor stuck out his tongue at him.

Tomorrow, he would- oh.

Right.

In the heat of the moment, he had almost forgotten that there would be no tomorrow for him. All he had left was today. Lucifer didn't even realize he had frozen in place until he was brought back to reality by Mammon flailing his hand back and forth in front of his face.

“Oi, Devildom to Lucifer. Lucifer!” Mammon turned around to his brothers. “You guys break him or something?”

Taken by surprise, Lucifer grabbed Mammon by the wrist.

“Cease this madness. What do you think you're doing?”

“I was calling out for a while, but you weren't responding. I had to do something!”

Lucifer snorted once and raised his hand as his brother quivered. Instead of being rough, Lucifer plopped his hand down on Mammon's head and messed with his thick locks.

“Aaah!” he yelled out but then stopped quickly as he realized he wasn't in any sort of danger. “Hey! Stop it, don't treat me like a dog!” Mammon complained.

A short moment later Lucifer dropped his hand and chuckled softly. “I was distracted, that's why I didn't react,” he explained. “I'll go looking for Barbatos, so don't cause any more issues, do you hear me? Don't cause me any more headaches.”

With that, Lucifer turned around in search of Barbatos, leaving behind a confused Mammon who stood frozen in place for a moment. “No way,” he mumbled, stupefied.

“Well that was something,” Belphie murmured from where he was leaning against a wall, his eyes already halfway shut again. “Seems like something managed to thaw Lucifer's icy innards.”

Mammon quickly whipped around to his brothers. “You saw that too?! That wasn't just a weird daydream??”

“Yup.”

“I saw it too.”

“Just wait until Yuuta hears about this,” he said, bewildered. “Oi, Yuuta!! You’ll never believe what just happened!” Mammon took off running.

Beelzebub and Belphegor simultaneously shook their heads in amusement. “Mammon really is his favorite, huh,” Beel said as Belphie started nodding off again.

“I'm just glad it isn't me. That would be awkward-” he mumbled as he yawned. “Like really-”

In the blink of an eye, he had fallen asleep again without even finishing his sentence. Beelzebub's expression shifted.

Having to watch Lucifer fulfill his duty filled him with a profound sadness. After all, he knew his brother quite well and it was painfully apparent that he was putting on an act.

For a split second Beel found himself pushing the blame onto himself and his brothers. If only they had noticed earlier, would it have changed things? In hindsight, there had been so much evidence, so many strange behaviors coming from Lucifer, yet they had all shrugged it off as him being his regular overworked self. Was there anything they could have done to make him open up to them?

Realistically, there was nothing that could’ve changed the outcome. Their fall had shifted something in their dynamic, had forced Lucifer to build impossibly high walls to become the picture-perfect big brother he was never meant to be. Now, their only chance at saving him was the plan they'd come up with. That plan, however, was anything but foolproof and relied mostly on Lucifer's compliance.

None of them could imagine what kind of world they would wake up to tomorrow. All they had left was pure faith that Lucifer would for once put his pride aside. Still, faith itself had never done them any good.

Beelzebub sighed as he picked up the menu again. He stared at it but realized that he had lost his appetite.

Lucifer crossed the ballroom in search of Barbatos, side-stepping lingering guests that were lost in idle conversations as they sipped sparkling demonus and waited for Diavolo’s welcome speech.

Finally, Lucifer spotted the back of Barbatos' head near the entryway.

“Barbatos!” he called out and the demon turned around to him.

“Lucifer,” he nodded. “Good to see you again. What may I help you with?” Barbatos checked his pocket watch before looking up again.

Lucifer crossed his arms and leaned forward. “You know exactly why I'm here,” he hissed in a hushed tone. “Diavolo still hasn't made an appearance and he is supposed to hold his speech in five minutes. The fact that you aren't even batting an eye is telling me that you know something I don't. I am tired of this unwarranted secrecy. Where is he?” A server carrying a tray filled with various glasses of demonus passed them by and Lucifer grabbed a glass, taking a heavy sip. “Don't you think an explanation would be proper?”

His irritation made him forget himself and not soon after, Lucifer was sent into another severe coughing fit. Pushing the handkerchief he carried with him to his mouth, he managed to calm down rather quickly, but not without noticing the alarming amount of blood he had just coughed up. He washed down the copper taste with demonus.

Slowly, he turned back around to the guests, checking if anyone had seen too much. Everyone still seemed to be lost in different conversations, so he was quite sure that no one had noticed. The only thing seemingly out of place was Asmodeus, who was surrounded by countless fawning demons but seemed to have his full attention on Lucifer. With one hand on his chest and the other safely hooked around Solomon’s waist, he stared at him for a moment, his eyes pleading, before he turned back around again. Solomon remained by his side, Asmo’s arm in his even when their closeness seemed to bother Asmo’s admirers. The sorcerer placed a kiss atop Asmo’s pristine curls. Lucifer watched them with disdain. He found himself wondering, as he did quite often, what it could possibly be that Asmodeus saw in that troublesome man.

He turned back to Barbatos, who had begun typing something on his DDD before looking up at Lucifer again. “Going back to your previous assumption, yes I am aware as to why Lord Diavolo hasn't arrived yet. It is a non-issue, therefore I would advise you to calm yourself.”

“Calm myself?” Lucifer asked, not even raising an eyebrow as he mustered Barbatos. “Am I not perfectly calm?” Before he could keep going, he suddenly heard the chatter around him increasing in volume. Shreds of a particular conversation caught his attention.

“You said he'd be here, so where is he? You know how worried I am.”

The voices were coming closer.

“Open your eyes. He's back there with Barbatos, you can see them from here.”

“Now don't be like that, Satan. Don’t you think showing some respect would be appropriate?” another voice added in a soft tone.

“You must be mistaken. That cannot be Lucifer. He would not wear-”

The voice was cut off just as Lucifer turned around towards the commotion.

Diavolo was staring at him intensely, his cheeks dusted bright red as he let his gaze wander from the top of Lucifer's head to the bottom of his soles. The demon prince was wearing a dark suit, decorated with a pristine panel of roses across his chest that almost looked like stained glass. Satan and Simeon were by his side.

Lucifer left Barbatos’ side and approached them. “Satan and Simeon, I am relieved to see you have made it on time. Diavolo,” he greeted. “Pray tell, where have you been all this time? I already feared you would miss out on your own celebration and someone,” he threw Barbatos a side glance, “didn't see the need to inform me of whatever is going on.”

Barbatos joined them. “It must have slipped my mind. I apologize for any harm I may have caused.”

“Do not jest with me, Barbatos.”

Diavolo left Satan and Simeon to their own devices and walked over to his closest companions.

“Lucifer,” he said calmly. The corners of his mouth pulled up into a gentle smile. “May I mention that you look positively breathtaking?”

Lucifer's heart stopped in his chest. Suddenly, he found himself unable to look Diavolo in the eye.

“Don’t speak such unnecessary words.”

Before he could foresee it, Diavolo had crossed the distance between them and was already encasing him in a bone-crushing hug. He was being pulled in tight by the waist and Lucifer did his best not to let unwanted thoughts wander when he felt strong hands on his back.

Some of the guests were turning their heads to enjoy the show, whispering from behind lifted hands, and seeing the way they watched them in such a compromising situation made Lucifer's cheeks turn a telling shade of red.

“Diavolo, please, we are in public,” he forced out and Diavolo released him from the embrace, yet slid his hands up so they could rest on Lucifer's shoulders. “I am aware,” he said softly. “You may fault me for not caring if anyone sees.”

Simeon nudged Satan and threw Lucifer an amused look. It didn't fly over his head how easy it would be to misconstrue his words.

Once again, Diavolo mustered his right-hand man from head to toe. Lucifer didn't miss the way his eyes were roaming over his body and he felt exposed. As he made eye contact with Diavolo he couldn't help but feel captured by those fierce eyes. The way they were shining in the dim light, Lucifer was stuck between feeling impassioned and intimidated.

“I have never seen you like this, Lucifer. What a powerful thing you've been hiding from me! You look absolutely breathtaking, no, stunning even! What a sight to see you are!”

The way Diavolo always managed to gush about Lucifer as if he were the greatest gift to the Devildom never failed to bewilder him. How was he expected to stay professional and humble when Diavolo threw all societal correctness to the wind to act this daring? The roots in his chest tightened in a sudden painful grasp and Lucifer shivered as he suppressed the urge to flinch.

“Diavolo,” he said, his fingers, for once gloveless and exposed, curling around Diavolo's hands which were still locked tightly on his shoulders. “Do not forget yourself.”

The demon prince sighed. “How can I not when you make it such an easy feat?”

Slowly, he brought their hands down again. Just as he was about to let go, his gaze fell onto the sight of their hands together, joined in unison.

Slender, scarred fingers with nails painted red wrapped around tan, unblemished hands that told tales of a cushy life. He looked up to see that Diavolo had been watching him closely and Lucifer quickly pulled his hands free. “I apologize, it seems I have lost my focus.”

“That would make two of us then. Do not apologize.”

Lucifer's head was throbbing and his chest felt incredibly strained.

His eyes focused in on Diavolo's appearance and he almost sighed in relief when he found a good enough distraction. “Your clothes are all wrinkled. Are you truly planning to hold a speech looking like that? Your tie as well. Were you drunk when you attempted to tie it? As our next leader, you should pay more attention to the details.” Despite being chided, Diavolo looked quite content. “Perhaps something else has caught my attention.”

Lucifer smoothed down Diavolo's clothes before nodding toward a somewhat hidden corner of the room. “Stop talking nonsense. You have no business getting distracted. Follow me and we shall head over there. I am not going to disrobe you in front of all our guests. What would they think?”

Barbatos threw Diavolo an indecipherable look. Satan raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth. Before he could speak up, Simeon was already by his side again, his overly friendly smile reason enough to overthink his actions.

They moved over to the corner and Lucifer quickly untied Diavolo's tie. He tutted his tongue. “Why didn’t Barbatos help to dress you today?”

“One might say something came up. I needed time to think and Barbatos was quite happy to check the ballroom one last time.”

Lucifer tied the knot a bit too harshly before undoing it and redoing it again.

“You should know better. The both of you.”

“Perhaps.” Diavolo lowered his voice. “More importantly, how are you faring? How is your-”

Lucifer pulled him down by the tie and Diavolo swallowed deeply as he looked down on him.

“There's no time to dawdle. Your speech.” He released him again. “Don’t make your people wait.”

Diavolo grabbed Lucifer by the arm before he could walk off. “Wait,” he mumbled. He reached for Lucifer's right hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. “Thank you, Lucifer.” He let go quickly and was gone before Lucifer could come up with an appropriate answer.

Lucifer pressed his hand against his bleeding heart, relieved that the dark corner could shield him from curious eyes as he broke out in a severe coughing fit.

His knees buckled and he found himself forced to grip the nearest table for support. His ears were ringing and his heart was rabbiting.

Slowly, he returned to Barbatos’ side. Diavolo was already making his way towards the podium. Side by side, they came to join him, with Barbatos on his left and Lucifer on his right.

With his arms crossed behind his back, he put on a favorable mask as Diavolo started to thank the guests for coming.

Half an hour later, Diavolo ended his speech, his arms spread and smile broad as he opened the banquet.

#my writing #fanfiction #obey me #dialuci #hanahaki disease #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #angst #rewriting this chapter felt like wrestling a bear

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winterweary · 1 year ago

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Obey Me: Most Shameful Kink Series

Belphegor + Hidden Vibrator

See Original HC Post Here: LINK

Vote on the Next Fic Here: LINK

Prior Entries:

Lucifer + Shibari

Satan + Public Sex

Mammon + Pegging

Beelzebub + Sleep Sex

Explicit. I block minors. AFAB reader. Some playful brattiness but nothing mean. This barely fits into the series because Belphie feels no shame.

“- considering these metrics, it is of my esteemed opinion that we can consider last week’s student social a resounding success. Now then, moving on to my finance report! As you can see in the documents I’ve provided for you…”

‘Here he goes again,’ you thought to yourself with a silent groan, shifting in your chair as Mephistopheles worked himself up into another blathering monologue. Beside you, Mammon gave a less silent groan, earning a glare from where Lucifer sat beside Diavolo across the table. All the brothers were gathered for this ‘emergency’ student council meeting, which would have been fine, except-

You give a sudden jerk, your knee hitting the table and interrupting Mephistopheles with a loud bang.

“…Yes?” he asks with the raise of a brow, and you feel your face heat with a blush as Mammon frowns at you with concern.

“N-nothing! Sorry, it was an accident…” you tell everyone, crossing your legs tightly. Several chairs down, you hear Belphegor give the softest snicker.

I’m going to kill you. You text him under the table as soon as you have the chance. Inside you, the vibe stops…then starts up again with a shockingly increased pace.

I’m bored. Is his only reply, along with a shrugging crow emoji. You resist the urge to fling your phone at him.

It’s been like this all day. When he’d slipped the vibe inside of you after the morning’s sleepy pre-breakfast tumble in his sheets, you’d been too blissed out to consider resisting. After the orgasm he’d given you, you were pretty sure you would have walked around with his name on a collar if he’d asked. It had seemed so interesting, thrilling even, to go through the day with his finger literally on your button, teasing you through class and making you shiver deliciously in the halls.

But you’d forgotten just what a brat Belphegor could be.

It had been an almost constant torment! You’d never realized just how well Belphie knew you, or how close he’d been watching you. He’d seemed to be able to intuit the moment when you were just about to orgasm…only to suddenly, maddeningly kill the vibrations, leaving you burning hot with no release in sight.

And worse! He had perfected manipulating his brothers to keep you from every having a moment of peace to deal with it yourself! Satan arriving to tell you Belphie had mentioned you needed extra study help over lunch, Asmo offering at his urging to walk you to the bathroom to help you touch up your make up…He was tormenting you, and you knew he was loving it.

Secretly you kind of loved it too.

But this was different. An entire day of edging had left you almost dizzy with desire, underwear long since soaked through and thighs sticky with your juices. When Lucifer had told you about the meeting, you’d almost burst into the most horny, frustrated tears. You were sure someone was going to notice. Someone besides Asmodeus who had spent the entire meeting gazing at you with dark lusty eyes that told you he knew exactly what had been going on. His gaze only made you squirm harder, shame mixing with a perverted delight that sent your heart racing.

Belphie interrupts your thoughts suddenly, calling your name with an innocent smile and asking, “What do you think?” For a beat you just stare at him with wide eyes, as inside you the vibe thrums away it’s little rhythm.

“I um,” you squeak, before clearing your throat and trying to gather yourself, “I think its…a good idea.” A shiver breaks up your words as the vibe switches beat suddenly to a low intense drone. There’s a concerned silence, and you conclude that what you’d hoped had been a generic answer hadn’t fooled the masses.

“Are you feeling alright?” asked Diavolo kindly, his brows knitting in concern, “You look a little flushed.”

“If you’re feeling unwell, you should go home,” Lucifer said firmly, standing and coming to place a palm on your brow.

“Yes!” you say, a little too loudly, nervous with Lucifer standing so close, “I think…I’m not feeling well. I’ll head home.”

“I’ll go with you!” Asmo is out of his chair almost before you’re finished with your sentence.

“No,” Lucifer shuts him down firmly, Asmodeus flopping back in his chair with a dramatic sigh.

“WELL, I guess I can-“

“No,” Lucifer repeats himself to Mammon. Behind him, Belphie is gathering his things already.

“I’ll go,” he offers, and this time Lucifer nods. It wasn’t as though Belphie ever contributed much to the meetings anyway.

“Yes, head home. We’ll be back in a couple hours to check on you,” he says, ignoring the complaints arising behind him. Belphie comes over and gives you a comforting pat on your back, and you almost smack him.

“O-Okay…thanks everyone,” you say quickly, hurrying out the door and leaving Belphie to trail lazily behind you. You wait five doors before you wheel on him, grabbing his shirt and yanking him into an empty classroom.

“You! You…menace! Monster!” you wail as he laughs, taking your feeble beating gladly.

“Geeez…if you hate it so much, why do you smell so wet?” he shrugs nonchalantly, smiling innocently as he plays with the vibe control, leaving you trembling and gasping while still clutching at his shirt.

“Belphieeee…” you whine, fury fading as your desperation brings tears to your eyes.

“Whoa. Cute,” he comments, mildly surprised at how attractive you are when you cry for him. He wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you suddenly, drawing a gasp from your lips as he sets you on top of a desk.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He nuzzles into your neck and you mew weakly, pulling at his belt until he knocks your hands away. Instead, he kneels and spreads your thighs, reaching under your skirt to peel away your panties and giving a laugh at their state.

“Wow, you’re so messy,” he teases, bringing the cloth to his nose to give a shameless inhale of your scent, “No wonder Beel said you smelled extra good today.”

“H-He didn’t say that!” you accuse shakily, but Belphegor just laughs. Tossing the panties aside, he slides his hands under your knees and gives you a yank, jerking you to the edge of the desk.

“What do you say?” he sings impishly, smiling up at you from between your legs. You give a teary pout, but he doesn’t relent, just increasing the pace of the pulses inside of you until you’re openly whimpering.

“B-Belphie, pleeease,” you beg, surrendering any last pride you were holding on to, “Please, I need you…”

“Good girl,” he praises happily, and then finally his mouth is on you.

Your exhale is high pitched and needy, a hand fisting in the shoulder of his uniform, the other white knuckled on the edge of the desk. He slides your thighs over his shoulder and nuzzles into you, lapping up your juices before nursing on your clit. You’re practically bucking into him, so desperate for release it almost feels like it’ll never come. Inside of you, the vibe is still strobing, but now Belphegor adds his fingers to the mix, slipping in them to curl and stroke inside of you.

You can’t help your cries of pleasure, too heated to even worry about whether this side of the hall has cleared out for the day or not. Finally, as the sensation of Belphegor running his teeth over your clit makes you drag your nails through his hair, you cum hard. Thighs shaking, eyes rolling, sparks and a ringing in your ears hard. Hard enough that you don’t even realize that he’s finally removed the vibe until you feel his cock shoving into you.

He hasn’t even bothered to wipe his jaw, juices glistening there as he gives a relieved sigh and starts fucking you eagerly. A hand encourages you to lay back, and you do so gladly, still weak from your orgasms with a body singing for more.

“So pretty…” he pants, hands squeezing at your waist as his thrusts make your curves bounce, wet noises filling the classroom over your softer mewls. Closing his eyes, Belphegor leans over you, fixated on your touch as he cums quickly, rocking through his orgasm then coming to a gentle halt inside of you.

“All better?” he purrs after catching his breath, leaning to kiss your nose sweetly.

“I hate you…” He laughs, catching your lips this time as he gently pulls you back upright and into his arms.

“Sooorry,” he says in a way that makes you think he’s not really that sorry at all, “Let’s go home and I’ll take good care of you, mkay?” With a pouty huff, you nuzzle into his neck and agree.

It’s not until much later, when he’s grinding you toward your fourth orgasm of the afternoon, that you realize he left your ruined panties sitting there in the middle of the classroom floor.

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belphegorspillow · 2 years ago

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Soul Bound [Obey Me! x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 1: One Hell of a Soul Previous Next Masterlist Story Masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously Mc would find themselves with multiple soulmate marking scattered all over their body before ending up in the devildom where they find out some of the people in front of them is their soulmate... Mc stared at the male in front of them, who smiled happily in their direction. “Welcome to the Devildom MC...” Mc could feel a burning feeling on their upper back causing them to try and touch it.” Oh, pardon me...Feeling a bit shocked? Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived after all. As a human it will take a little while to adjust.” Mc opened their mouth to respond, but before they continued, they closed it and stayed silent.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Diavolo.” He introduced himself to MC. “I am the ruler of all demons and all here is knowing of me. And someday I will be crowned king of Devildom.” Devildom? King? What is this place? Mc would question to themself silently as they touched their back. They didn’t feel any pain pressing on the burning feeling... suddenly it clicked. This was a new soulmate mark... One that this supposed future king gave them. “MC.” Mc looked up to be faced with another male. Black hair framed his face, piercing red eyes stare down at them. Mc nods their head, still not respond to any of them. He let out a sigh - taking it as if they still are scared of them all.

“I will explain everything to you.” He soon got interupted by a red head. “Mc, this is Lucifer, he is a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Mc’s eyes moved to stare at the blue string connecting Mc to the hand of the black hair male. “Is there something wrong with my hand?” Lucifer spoke again, snapping Mc out of their trance, causing them to shake their head.

“Is something wrong Mc?” Diavolo questioned to them, who moved their hands up to their throat, making a cross symbol across their throat as to tell them they can’t speak. “Can’t speak?” Diavolo tried to think back to when him and Lucifer looked at the files, not remembering anything about Mc not being able to speak. “Well, my butler is very skilled at sign language, sadly he isn’t here currently. If you are alright with communicating to us with mouthing out words?” Mc just nodded.

If the burning feeling was a soulmate tattoo, then if MC spoke to Diavolo, he would also get a burning feeling on what they said to him. So, it’s best to avoid speaking, though now they would need to learn sign language to keep up this act...

As Lucifer continued to explain, and how the students want to eat their soul and how his younger brother was going to take care of them. Mc got handed a D.D.D, to call Mammon over - or well text him. MC Hello? Are you Mammon? Mammon Who do ya think ya are talking to the great Mammon! MC I’m the new human exchange student. You are meant to be looking after me. Mammon Ah Good luck with that MC Lucifer told me that. He says its an order Mammon You think that name is gonna scare me! Ya can’t just be throwing it around thinking like that. Soon the phone was taken out of your hand, Lucifer clicked a button and a few rings went before he spoke. “You have 10 seconds....9.” The phone was soon hung up before being placed back into MC’s palm. “That was interesting wasn’t it.” Lucifer hummed a bit. “Well we still need to introduce our new friend to the rest of your brothers. And its probably better if you do it instead of me.” Lucifer sighed at hearing the mention of his brothers. “Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you’re right.” “Oh come now. You should really be honored that you det to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me.” One of the people spoke. He sat underneath the scorpion banner and smiled. Light purple marks could barely be seen underneath the collar of the shirt, causing MC to pull up theirs.

“This one here is Asmodeus. He’s the fifth eldest.” Lucifer explained. “He is the avatar of Lust.” Asmodeus looked over at his brother, clearly offended by how he introduced him. “Atleast you weren’t ignored all together.” The male on Asmodeus’s right, spoke.

“That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest, at first glance he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving.” “Ahh, so I’m that one, am I? Nice to meet you MC. I am Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.” “Lust? Wrath?” Mc mouthed out towards them, which Diavolo spoke for them to hear. “It sums up what we are about! Especially my power. Let’s give a little demonstration! Mc, look into my eyes for a moment. It’s okay~ I won’t hurt you.” Mc shook their head, and stepped away. “What you don’t want to try?” He huffed a bit. “You’re no fun at all.”

“I should probably warn you, MC, You’d best be wary of Asmodeus’s gaze. He can charm and manipulate people and use them to his own advantage.” Mc is pretty glad to not have looked into his eyes.

“Are you done.” Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “The one that has a very grumpy look is Beelzebub, the sixth eldest.” The orange hair male looked over and grumbled. “Lucifer, I’m hungry.”

“Too bad, now behave yourself.” Beel looked over at MC. “I’m Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.” Lucifer looked back over at MC. “There are seven of us brothers in total, I am the eldest. Mammon the second eldest will be here soon.” Lucifer glanced over at two chairs that had no one in. “My other brothers aren’t here at the moment, but we can get to them later...All in good time..”

As Diavolo butted in to add on, how MC would have to do tasks, live with the brothers in the house of Lamentation. The door soon busted open to reveal a male with white hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: Yellow Scribbles [4.2.2023]

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alifitoc · 5 months ago

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The Story of Barnaby Michaels - Part 1 of 2

Synopsis: The story of a traumatized, sociopathic, 26 year old law school grad Content warning: Murder, Mentions of Suicide, References to Pedophilia, Descriptions of violent acts, guns Word count: 1.3k

If there is one thing I have found that man does best, it is lie. To cheat and to steal, to put up facades and to obscure, that is the nature of the men I have seen, and undoubtedly will continue to be the nature of all men I do see. I myself am no exception.

My name is Barnaby Michaels, I am 26, and for all intents and purposes I am not a good man. Far from it, I am a manipulator, a cheat, a hack, a scoundrel, some people might even dare to call me “evil”. Though I pay no mind to it. To me it is all just what I am. Besides, we’re all like this, it’s just some choose to run from it, while others, like myself, embrace it.

I cling to my selfishness for no other reason than the fact that it is what has worked for the 26 years I have been alive. All four of my grandparents died before I was born so I had no elderly to listen to, I am an only child, so I had no brothers and sisters to collude with, and both of my parents were dead before I even turned 16. A shot to the head both times. Though my father preferred a shotgun over a revolver.

Now here I am. What do I do you ask? Well, after the violent and noisy deaths of my two heaven appointed – though now hell residing – guardians, I managed, somehow or other to finish high school, a year early at that, though of course I conscripted the help of a few notes outside of the standard curriculum. After that, to the shock of no one I’m sure, I resolved to become a lawyer. Like a moth to napalm.

So, I continued on my path towards the courts, utilizing much the same methods I used in highschool, and somehow always succeeding. Perhaps the devil is kinder to his patrons than god is to his servants. Lucifer may have beguiled some mortal men to sign over their souls but good old padre in the kingdom above has committed mass genocide as a reset button. Anyhow, after a good few years in a place filled with supposed adults, writing paper after paper, case study after case study, I got my license to practice.

It's been a year since then and while I don’t appreciate having to lick up to the dirty boots of the senior partners, as a first year there’s not much I can do. To pass the time, and to stop myself from committing mass assault, I commit murder.

Now, how pray tell does a 20 something, sociopath with a full-time white-collar job commit murder? Well, with the internet anything is possible. I simply go on to a variety of discord dating servers, under my false alias “Alice06uwu” and start playing the part of an underaged girl looking for “friends”. Eventually, one of these “friends” will come sliding into my DMs and from there it’s just a matter of time. All I have to do is type the proverbial phrase “do u want to meet up lol” and much like Eve when she saw the apple, they take the bite.

My first was a man named Kevin. He was 35, a typical age for someone with his “proclivities”, had black curly hair and was borderline obese. I told him that I had left the door open so that he could just waltz right in. I also assured him that my “parents” weren’t home at the time.

Sure enough he came wandering in.

“Alice, you there?” he said with a gleeful tint of joy in his speech.

I was behind him, wearing all black and hidden within the darkness of the lamp that I decided not to turn on. I saw him, with his green cargo pants and his black T-shirt that had some Japanese text written on the back. His shoes were beaten black and white sneakers, and his glasses square with thick green rims. He disgusted me, and so I attacked.

With a crowbar in hand I struck his temple from behind, Immediately he was on the floor. My strike left a minor gash in the back of his head where it oozed dark red. He was out, but not permanently. It sent shivers down my spine, my eyes widened, and my whole body was jittery, it felt as if my skeleton was jumping from within.

Is this what true excitement feels like? I thought to myself.

Usually, my mind is pretty calm and emotions are subdued, can’t feel much when you’ve lived a life like mine. But, finally at that moment, I felt a truly unimaginable thrill waft through my whole being. But, I had no time to reminisce about my new self-discoveries, and so I took some zip ties, rope for good measure, a blindfold, a chair, some tape, and got to work.

After 12 minutes and 32 seconds Kevin woke up.

He struggled against the steel chair, his tied-up arms writhing, and fists clinched. Unable to break free his feet then tried their hardest to push against the hemp, ultimately though he was only able to bounce the chair around a few inches. Back and forth he went, etching skid marks on the concrete floor below. With his mouth taped shut I was still able to hear his cries for help, but eventually after a few more minutes of this pointless exertion, he and all 250 plus pounds of blubber tired themselves out. Then there was silence.

I approached and placed my hand on the duct tape.

A quick tear, and then a violent scream followed.

“AAAH” He screeched.

Then the sound of his paradoxical breath filled the garage.

“Who are you? what do you want?” He shouted.

I remained silent. Though within me was an orchestra of exhilaration, it took all that I had at the time to hold myself to no words.

“Please, I’m sorry for being a creep, was she your daughter?”

His voice sounded like a grinder sawing through metal, its twang invoked within me terribly violent urges that ruined the elation I was previously feeling.

“I swear man, I wasn’t thinking straight, Alice invited me here, I wasn’t thinking of doing any weird shit I sw-”

“Shut the fuck up”, I interjected.

He froze with a slight yelp.

“Your voice is so fucking annoying that it’s ruined everything” I said with a low voice.

“What do you mean…Ruined?”

I circled behind him with my revolver in my hand. Much like mothers’ it was small, with an oak wood grip and a bright silver barrel. I placed it behind the wound made by my crowbar just a half hour ago and I cocked the hammer.

Click

Upon hearing this Kevin immediately squealed and began pleading.

“No, Please No”

“You gotta understand I’m not right in the head”

“I’m sick, I need to be locked up, in an insane asylum, in a ward”

I rested the muzzle to the back of his head.

“No no no no no, please”

“Just report me to the police please, there’s no need to do this”

“I don’t know why you’re doing all of this but I’m sorry man, I should have known better I-.”

Again I chimed in, unable to contain my irritation.

“Your voice is annoying, shut the fuck up”

He went mute immediately, before whispering to himself.

Seeing this, I decided enough was enough. My momentary joy had just been ruined by this idiotic pedophiles’ rambling, and I could not take it any longer. I shoved the gun into the cut, causing him to wince in pain.

I waited for a moment, after which he began sobbing. Tears flowed down his face, I could hear him choking down phlegm and snot. Within me a strange combination of satisfaction and extreme annoyance welled. I laid my finger on the trigger, while his face was covered in his own snot and tears, his feet and arms trembling, and his teeth and fists clenched, causing crimson to pour from his gums and palms. I put my earplugs in, before finally.

BANG

To which his body went limp, and all was quiet.

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Chapter 6: Alastor's Deal

Here's a new chapter of my dark fantasy fan fiction Heaven is Not Forever from Hazbin Hotel. Radioapple/Guitarspear. You can find the other chapters on my blog.

Warning: this chapter is NSFW

< Lilith... > The name of the Queen of Hell slipped from Lucifer's mouth in a hoarse whisper, echoing through the room before fading into the silence and the reddish shadows of the night. She sat behind him, legs curled to the side, her gloved hands cradling his chin, forcing him to rest his head in the soft curve of her breasts, stretching the violet fabric that wrapped around them. She wore a long sleeveless gown, the same shade as her eyeshadow, with a wide slit running down her right thigh. Her blonde hair flowed freely, spilling across the mattress behind her... and it was her. Always, unchanged—beautiful and terrifying. One could only wonder why she had been created as Adam's partner rather than paired with the very angel now nestled against her chest.

Lucifer placed one dark hand on the bed, twisting his torso to get a better look at her. His eyes were still filled with awe and disbelief, but instead of calming down, his heart started to beat faster at her proximity. The First Woman noticed and, as her fingers gently slid down his neck, she placed her hands on his shoulders, guiding him to rest his head on her lap

< Mmh, calm yourself, my love... time may be unkind / but my song will soothe your troubled mind ♫ > She sang in a gentle lullaby, her voice a soft melody slipping from her lips like translucent violet smoke, winding its way into his ears and blurring his vision.

The Seraph's pupils dimmed, and his gaze softened as he relaxed into a sleepy state. He found himself lying flat on the bed, his hands resting on his lap, knees bent with his hooves still touching the floor. < You've suffered and will suffer more / but from this hell you'll soon be restored ♫ > As Lilith's song continued, Lucifer's heart began to slow, his breathing steadying along with his muscles, his eyelids growing heavy. Her hands moved in tender caresses over his chin, his cheeks, and through his damp blonde hair.

< It's getting worse... > he began quietly, eyes still closed. < It seemed like being close to Charlie, helping her, was improving my condition, but... > .. < Adam's blackmail was something I didn't account for. > < You must have patience still, > Lilith's melodic voice reassured him, her head slightly tilted down as she gazed at him. < Adam has never been a real problem, and he's even less of one now that he's just a Sinner. Charlie will never believe his words. > < I know the Hotel has borne the fruits we hoped for. It will sow chaos, and that will be the darkest hour... > she let her voice trail off as her fingers traced his skin, slipping into his open collar, gently pulling away the already-loosened bowtie.

< But if it happens, I won't be able to lie to Charlie... > His voice was filled with regret and guilt. Lilith's expression sharpened with malevolent disapproval. < She'll know nothing. I'll take care of it. > She spoke firmly. < You just relax... you're not alone. I'm here with you. > Her hands slid down his chest, over his pecs and toward his abdomen, the fabric of his shirt bunching up as she traced every muscle. At her words, and her touch, Lucifer tensed, his eyes snapping open: not alone?

He saw her leaning over him, some strands of her long hair brushing his cheeks. She wore a soft, insinuating, almost honeyed smile. He looked up at her through the curve of her full breasts, squeezed into the violet gown, the neckline accentuating their shape. He swallowed hard. There was a lump in his throat, pressing, refusing to go down.

< ... > But suddenly, Lilith's expression changed. After undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt, her gaze focused on his chest, her eyes narrowing with displeasure. < What happened? Was it Adam? > she asked, unconvinced—even she didn't believe that the former commander could harm him—that he could be responsible for the yellowing bruises and fading scratches still visible on his skin.

< ... > Lucifer flinched, as if caught in a lie. Quickly, he grabbed the edges of his shirt, pulling them together to cover his chest with guilt. < Ahh, I've gotten worse... that problem's gotten worse. It's nothing... ohf, > he began to panic, his expression turning wild, his lower eyelid twitching, eyebrows arched unevenly. < It's that solution I came up with. I've been using it while waiting... in your absence... you know how psychotic and sadistic Sinners are, right..? Ohw Ohw. > He circled a finger near his temple, mimicking a crazy expression, while his other hand kept buttoning up his shirt all the way to the collar. < The demon helping Charlie with the Hotel, Alastor, obviously played along... and it's partly because of that... >

< Alastor?! > Lilith's furious voice cut him off so sharply it froze him in place.

Her jaw clenched, the corners of her black-painted lips turning down in anger. She raised her hand, palm up, and with a swift motion, closed her fingers tight, violently tugging at the violet chain of a pact.

Alastor sat on an old chair, reading the newspaper on the terrace of his room adjacent to the Radio Tower. A few oil lamps placed along the railing illuminated his figure, shrouded by the infernal night. On the small round table beside him sat his red "Oh Deer" mug filled with coffee and whiskey, while his face was locked in an expression of bored annoyance, his eyes fixed on the page where the large, radiant, and ever-charming TV-face of Vox dominated. The article praised VoxTek's monthly results, thanking its loyal customers.

Suddenly, his smile froze; something choked the breath out of him, his eyes widening with shock. The violet collar of his pact was tightening around his neck.

< ... ! > < Damn! > With a violent jerk, the chain yanked him away, disappearing so suddenly that the chair shook and the microphone stand toppled over, leaving the newspaper pages to flutter aimlessly in the empty air.

The Radio Demon was spat out of a violet portal of ghostly fire, landing in Lucifer's room, standing right at the foot of the bed, with the unsettling backdrop of Lucifer's desk looming behind him. His eyes were still wide with terror as he took in the scene: Lilith, now standing, slowly circling the bed, clutching the chain attached to his neck, the cursed metal clinking ominously as it coiled around her wrist. And Lucifer, sitting upright on the edge of the bed right in front of him, his face frozen in trembling disbelief, hands pressing firmly on the mattress at his sides, rigid with shock.

< Alastor... > Lilith called his name with a smile that had no harmony with the fiery resentment in her eyes. < So, oh... you've been a naughty little fawn, haven't you? > she mocked, her voice sharp and sarcastic.

Before he knew it, Lilith was so close that her gloved left hand—bare of a wedding ring—was gripping part of the collar, yanking him forward once more. She was just tall enough to make him lift his chin, forcing his red ears back against his skull. His bared fangs twisted into a terrified, despairing grin.

< Alastor, you... > Lucifer began uncertainly, < ...you two... > he corrected himself, glancing with shock at Lilith's back, but she continued as if her husband weren't even there. < I sent you here to help my daughter, to protect this foolish Hotel, and you... > Lilith hissed, her face just inches from the Radio Demon's, < you're screwing my husband? ♫ > Her voice turned into a dark melody, sending a jolt of pain through Alastor's entire body. The Sinner clenched his jaw so hard he began to drool, while a distorted whine grew in his head, rising to a deafening pitch.

He gripped his antlers with his claws, trembling and groaning in pain before collapsing to his knees with a heavy thud. His back arched forward, his head shaking as the electrical system of the room sputtered, casting sporadic green sparks of his witchcraft.

< That thing between your legs doesn't even get hard with my song, but with my husband, you know how to use it. Or maybe... you just like taking it? I can't blame you... > she began to taunt him seriously, her smile twisted into something ugly as she looked down at him, < who wouldn't like getting fucked by the Devil? > Her words dripped with contempt, becoming more vulgar as her fingers tightened around the chain.

< Lilith, it's not like that! > Lucifer interrupted, jumping to his feet and placing a hand on his wife's arm.

He was met with a sudden icy glare, but it softened far too quickly, as if Lilith had just realized she'd gone too far—or perhaps... simply forgotten her husband was even there until that moment.

Emitting a distorted radio interference, Alastor spasmed before collapsing at Lilith's feet, exhausted. He barely managed to keep himself from falling completely to the floor by clawing at the ground, panting and drooling from his mouth.

< Pff... > The Seraph scoffed awkwardly, waving a hand dismissively as if trying to brush away something useless and annoying. < I don't care about him. He was just helping me deal with that little pain problem of mine. A trifle. >

< Of course... > Lilith replied, her gloved hands gently cupping his cheeks, forcing him to lock his golden eyes with her icy, affectionate gaze. < You don't need to worry about anything. As always. You just need to stay here, keeping up this appearance of order... > she whispered. < If you need to blow off steam, or to play... you should. > She kissed him—softly at first, but immediately it deepened into something more lascivious and wet, sending a slow burn of heat through Lucifer, his eyes fluttering closed in languid pleasure.

Lilith's eyes were also half-closed, and as she tilted her head to keep their profiles from meeting, her hands slid down to unbutton Lucifer's shirt once more. Alastor watched them from the floor with an unreadable expression. < ... > Except for the fear that still gripped him vividly. When the Queen finished undoing Lucifer's shirt, she stepped forward, causing him to stumble back until his legs hit the edge of the bed. Their kiss continued under the Radio Demon's astonished gaze, growing wetter and more fervent, deeper and louder, increasingly shameless. Their parted lips revealed tongues entwined in a dance clearly led by Lilith. Lucifer appeared to simply endure it, flushed, while her hands roamed over his body, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath the shirt, grazing the raw slits where his wings should have been, making him shudder as she moved toward the button of his pants. When the Seraph's legs hit the bed, he nearly fell backward but caught himself, grabbing his wife's wrists to slow her movements as he pulled away from the kiss, panting. < ...but now? Like this? And Alastor... > he asked, glancing toward the demon on the floor. Lilith didn't even look at him, staying bent over and smiling at Lucifer. < There's no one else in this room, it's just you and me, > she cooed. < Just you and me... ducks and... dolls that don't know their place ♫ > she finished, pushing him onto the bed.

Her words cast a violet glow over Lucifer's expression, and he fell back onto the mattress with a thud, making it creak. Lilith, having already undone his pants, knelt between his legs, lowering her head to his pelvis, finally giving the angel a clear view of Alastor. < ... > The look Alastor gave him wasn't just terrified now, but also one of disbelief: she was seducing him. Lucifer, are you really letting her seduce you? Seriously? You're an angel, why does Lilith have such power over you? His gaze slipped down to the Seraph's feet—white goat hooves tipped in black up to the knee. How much of his angelic nature had he lost? Was that the reason? The unanswered questions pounded in his head as he stayed there, his claws gripping the edge of the bed while Lilith began pulling Lucifer's length out of his pants.

He couldn't see exactly what she was doing—God, he didn't want to see it at all—but she had her back to him, with her long blonde hair cascading down to her ankles, hiding the back of her dress. At that moment, Alastor wanted nothing more than to rip her apart, to use his shadows to grind every bone in her body, or better yet, kill her with his own hands. He imagined tearing every shred of flesh off her with his teeth, chewing it until he spat it out because she wasn't even worthy of being eaten. The rising hatred slammed against his mind, tightening his muscles until his claws gouged deep into the floor tiles. The screech of claws across stone matched the pained moan that escaped Lucifer as Lilith dug her nails into his side, setting him ablaze with the excitement she needed to take him into her mouth. Alastor raised his eyes, full of stunned awe, to the back of the moving woman's head; her blonde hair swayed with the increasingly frantic movements of her head, bobbing up and down in the man's lap, the room filled with wet, lewd sounds that echoed alongside the angel's throaty gasps. The noise grated in the Radio Demon's head, but he also watched as Lilith's goat horns began to grow while her fingers dug deeper into Lucifer's skin, soaking her gloves with golden blood. < ... >

A sudden movement in the room pulled him from the scene—it was Lucifer's tail. Alastor gasped, his chest heaving, as he saw Lucifer's hands firmly gripping the horns on Lilith's head. Was he awake? For some reason, he instinctively locked eyes with Lucifer and... he froze when he met the Devil's bloodshot gaze: Lucifer was watching him. Staring right at him. Alastor felt his breath leave him, a wave of heat rushing from his chest and flushing his face. Lucifer's own reptilian horns were out, his pupils had turned yellow, and his face twisted with pleasure, forehead creased, and blonde eyebrows arched, damp with sweat. He, too, was flushed, but with a golden glow that made him seem... radiant. Deeply perverse in his bliss.

< ... >

He was watching him. How heavy was that gaze, consumed by the growing pleasure from Lilith's increasingly noisy oral motions? It weighed on Alastor like a boulder... it was truly crushing him. Alastor's elbows buckled under the pressure, lowering him further to the floor, where his saliva had begun to pool—he was drooling again.

The room had plunged into an almost surreal darkness, every noise around them muffled, everything engulfed in shadows where countless silver eyes spun madly, but he could still see them. He could see only them, and himself. Lucifer, are you awake? So, she hasn't seduced you, right? Then why are you watching me? Why are you crushing me like this? A violent, overwhelming sense of need began to grip Alastor's stomach, tingling through every muscle. The more it grew, the louder Lilith's feminine groans became as she moved in the room, writhing.

Lucifer's grip on her horns had stiffened, controlling her, moving her head with force, dictating the intensity of the thrusts, probably pushing them too deep into her throat. Lilith moaned and gurgled, saliva bubbling from her mouth as she struggled, her hands scraping against the bed and then desperately grabbing at Lucifer's chest beneath his open shirt, her nails scratching but barely leaving marks on his skin, which was tough, angelic. Lucifer decided when and how to be hurt. The realization hit Alastor like a punch to the gut, making his pupils shrink: he could never harm Lucifer, he had never had the slightest control over him. None of them did. Not even Adam, when he'd commanded the Angelic Legions, had been able to truly hurt Lucifer. Lucifer could destroy them all with a snap of his fingers. And yet he didn't. And yet he yielded to blackmail, to threats, to this weakness, this emptiness that gnawed at him from within. Empty of dreams, empty of hope... but then there was Charlie. Where was Charlie in all this?

With a sudden arch of his back and a grunt of satisfaction, the Seraph released Lilith's head, letting her pull away with an irritated groan, kneeling as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Lilith was trembling with rage and annoyance, while the Devil sat back, hands on the mattress, still shivering from the orgasm. He sat with his horns out, eyes bloodshot, tail flicking in the air. < ... > < You... missed me, didn't you? > Lilith tried to maintain a sweet tone, but it came out wrong, especially when she looked up at Lucifer, who responded with a resolute glance, before quickly deflating and returning to his—harmless—human form: disheveled, sweaty, and wounded, both in body and mind. < So much. > he smiled crookedly, looking surprised and curious when Lilith stood up, letting her purple dress fall back around her legs. < Now, I really must go... to deal with our little problem, > she sighed, continuing to clean her hands and mouth, careful not to smudge her black lipstick more than it already was. She turned to Alastor. The demon, who hadn't moved an inch from his spot on the floor, began to inch backward on his knees and hands, until he hit the edge of the desk with a loud thud. A loose bolt rolled to the ground, causing him to fold his ears back in guilty surprise.

The Queen extended her right hand, palm facing upward, and once again summoned the violet chain that bound them in a strange pact. A pact that seemed heavily weighted on the scale of give and take. Had he sold his soul? It couldn't be—the demon was still an Overlord. Or was he just pretending? Right now, he truly looked like a terrified, lost puppy. He was almost cowering under the table; if he had a tail, it would surely be tucked between his legs. Now that Lucifer could see his most fragile side, what was Alastor thinking? What was he feeling? How did he feel?

Lilith stepped closer to the demon huddled under the desk, her gaze thick with the anger the situation had stirred within her, though restrained since she couldn't yet unleash it on the true culprits. < ...as for you, > she hissed at him, < remember what could happen ♫ > She sang, her eyes turning completely black as she poured her fury into him. Alastor's eyes widened in pain and terror, his frozen grin twisting into a desperate snarl as he felt the deep wound Adam had inflicted on him tear open across his abdomen. A distorted gasp escaped him as the demon spat out a clot of blood. A red stain spread across his chest, soaking through the three layers of fabric he wore, eventually dripping onto the floor as he collapsed completely. < ... > < Wh-what—what?! > Lucifer shot to his feet just as Lilith dissolved into a swirl of violet flames, taking the chain with her and leaving the two of them alone in the room.

< Alastor! >

...

"< If Adam is a Sinner, he's no longer our concern. He failed the Divine Judgment; he's where he belongs. >"

Sera's words had been echoing in her head ever since she tried talking to her, explaining what she'd learned from Lilith... without mentioning Lilith's presence in Eden. "If"—yes. Maybe that witch had lied to manipulate her, as usual, to push her into Hell. Now that she was Commander, she could certainly open portals; it would take her only a second. But... where would she find him? What if he wasn't there? What if it was a trap? Maybe Lilith had arranged this with her demons, setting up an ambush. Surely. And yet... why this heaviness in her chest? "If." If it were true, why would she go looking for him? But if Adam was in Hell, were all her sisters—killed during the last extermination—there too? What was she thinking? Why would her sisters be in Hell? They were angels; angels belonged in Heaven, not in Hell. They hadn't done anything wrong. Right?

Lute raised her golden eyes to the sky of Heaven, searching for something—an answer. She would have settled for just one of the countless questions swirling in her head, but as usual, none came. Maybe there was no one listening, except that glowing, vibrant sky that made her silver hair shine even more brightly. She stood outside the golden gates, distant clouds and the peaks of the tallest buildings of the city visible in the distance. She walked toward the vast expanse beyond the entrance path. Where was she going? < Damn it, curse it all! > she shouted, grabbing her head with her hands. Reaching a secluded spot surrounded by trees and lush greenery, she swung her arm, opening a portal of light before her. She flinched in surprise. She could open it. It stayed open: a disk of golden fire that floated, reflecting the red hues of Hell's sky within. Leaning closer to that window into the abyss, she could see it: the Hazbin Hotel, towering on a hill in the middle of Pentagram City. She took a staggering step back.

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writerleo86 · 5 months ago

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Terravenger Season 6 - The Twilight Arc - Episode 529 (Do Not Copy) - 03.19.2024

Inside the large throne room, both Beau and Abraham waited at the other side until their enemy known as Pride took off his robe.

The villain now wore a buttoned white shirt with a thick collar and long sleeves. He also had on a blue outfit consisting of a collared coat and a pair of dress-pants. His white skull crest was placed on the front left side of his coat. And he wore dark-blue socks along with black dress-shoes.

Once he spread his feet apart, Pride blew a large wave of black smoke from his palms which was surrounded by a large storm of black energy resembling bats. The elder Abraham reacted by summoning a ball of fire between his palms that was as large as a cabinet.

"Fire Release!" yelled Abraham. "Great Demon Roar!"

And the flame burned the thunderous smoke instantly.

While the flame slowly faded, Beau quickly flew toward the distracted enemy. The commander threw out a devastating punch using his right fist which was surrounded by a large flame.

"Fist of Argos!" called Beau. "Shattering Demon Fire!"

Pride dodged the attack by hopping up. He soon threw his right hand away in a crescent pattern and fired five large balls of red energy toward his crouching opponent.

"Lucifer's Wink!" called Pride.

Before Beau could react, his father Abraham hurried in front of him from a quick flash. He pushed his palms forward and shot out a spiraling large snake that was made of fire.

"Fire Release!" He yelled. "Great Snake Attack!"

The projectile opened its mouth as it flew toward the enemy. The devious Pride pointed his left finger forward and fired a long spiraling wave of purple energy which collided with Abraham's projectile.

"Dark Release!" called Pride. "Hypnotic Sting!"

After both projectiles were destroyed, Beau stood up and summoned a large head of a dragon made of fire from the ground. Meanwhile, Abraham placed his right palm before his mouth.

"Fire Release!" yelled Abraham. "Demon Shark Formation!"

He blew out a large flame that was shaped as a shark as the flaming dragon from Beau opened its mouth. And a barrage of fireballs shot from its mouth. All the firing projectiles shot through the enemy's attack. Then Pride dodged the barrage by forming his body into a large cloud of black smoke. And Pride appeared above after the last projectile shot.

Once he landed at the other side of the room, Pride gave a wicked smile as a large cloud of white sand gathered around him. Both men finally spotted the floating sand.

Beau cried "What in the name of Argos is this?"

The frightened Abraham walked a few steps back and cried "I was afraid he would do this."

"You know what he is performing, Dad?" questioned Beau.

Abraham looked up as more sand formed above their opponent.

And he replied "The cloud around him. It is not actually sand. But it is iron."

Beau thought to himself until he asked "Does this man have access to Magnet Release?"

Abraham slowly shook his head and answered "Afraid so."

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 529: Twilight -- Flame Control

First, some of the gathered iron created a stream of small bullets.

"Magnet Release!" called Pride. "Scattering White Iron Assault!"

The bullets fired at his two opponents.

"Son!" ordered Abraham. "Give me some cover!"

After shaking his head, Beau rushed in front of his father.

The commander called out "Fire Release! Great Boar King's Anger!"

He gathered air into his mouth and blew out a large wave of blazing red fire.

Then Beau yelled "Great Boar King's Anger! Vulcan's Shield!"

The wave of fire soon formed into a large wall which protected both men.

"Great work Andrew!" greeted Abraham.

Next, the pupils of Abraham's eyes turned red as the irises became orange. And he pushed his hands forward.

"Scorch Release!" He called. "Great Dragon Cannon!"

He blew out a large wave of white energy surrounded by orange fire which burned the shooting bullets of iron.

After that, the rest of the iron had formed into a giant sphere that floated above the evil Pride.

The pair of heroes stood side-by-side as Abraham claimed "I remember this technique."

The pupils of Beau's eyes also became red as the color of his irises were orange.

He asked "Is there a way to counter this technique?"

"Actually there is," answered Abraham. "Something that was developed by Prestley Sidney."

He walked a few steps forward and informed Beau "I am certain I can defeat him with this."

The blazing elder faced forward as a stream of spikes formed from the globe of iron.

Pride called out "Magnet Release! Order from the New World!"

All the spikes finally flew down to the two heroes. A fiery orange light began to shine from Abraham's body as his hair spiked up.

"Watch Son," He told Beau. "This is one of the forbidden abilities that was perfected by both Prestley and Erich Sidney before their passing."

Eight long tentacles of orange light emerged from his back. The tip of each tentacle gathered together before him. Then a large ball made of fiery silver energy.

Abraham softly called "Blaze Release! Tailed Octopus Fire!"

The large sphere soon launched from the energy tentacles. It vaporized every projectile that was shot until it came closer to the target. A frightened Pride stared until the globe reached him. And the globe pushed the helpless villain to the wall behind him.

After their eyes returned, Abraham rushed his son toward the opening which led out of the throne room.

"We must flee, Son!" He told Beau. "The Tailed Octopus Fire causes a great explosion once it touches its target!"

The pair hurried off as Beau cried "By the gods!"

And the great projectile finally exploded which caught the entire room.

The dark eyes of Mother Blight popped open as she remained inside another small room that had lit candles standing around her.

She quickly calmed herself and reported "Pride... has fallen."

The woman turned around and responded "You have done well. Your soul will be a precious gift to our great lord."

She lowered her head in sadness and added "Your sacrifice will not be in vain. Now you can rest, my fellow disciple."

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kathyprior4200 · 8 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Episode One: "Overture" Part 1 (Helluva Scribe Remake)

“Overture” Part 1

A small red moon hovered in a red sky with a glowing red pentagram on it. An eerie silence swept over the polluted and grimy Pentagram City, located in Hell. Large red signs read in black letters: “Punishment” and “Your Days are Numbered,” near a spinning spotlight. A torn poster of a grinning horned angel blew in the wind, while red graffiti read “CLEANSE,” and “FUCK YOU, HEAVEN!” Another poster showed a grinning angel with dark black wings near a “WHORE!” sign. The streets were littered with the remains of monstrous creatures and demons, red blood dripping and staining many areas. Usually, many Hellborn demons and former humans called Sinners would interact with each other and often fight. But once every year, the demons had a foe they were wary of…the Exorcists. They were vulture-like and bloodthirsty angels who wore horned LED masks with Xs over the eyes and white glowing hideous grins. The angels would come down to Hell and kill as many Sinners as they could, relishing in the bloodshed. The ex-humans, unlike the Hellborn, would respawn in Hell, and the only way they (or any powerful demon) could permanently be killed was by a fatal blow from an angelic weapon.

Why did the Exorcists kill a whole bunch of demons? With more humans being sent to Hell in modern times, it was a gruesome method to curb overpopulation. The souls of dead demons would then become food for an evil eldritch goddess named Roo, sister and opposite to the heavenly Goddess who fathered the fallen angel Lucifer and all of creation. For Roo, the exterminations and violence were beneficial to her greedy hunger. For powerful Sinners called Overlords, it was a great opportunity to control more people in Hell and gain territory.

But one individual was heartbroken by the deaths of her people: Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell and daughter of Lucifer and Lilith.

Charlie’s shoulders slumped as she walked somberly onto the spiky balcony of her mansion. Her hair was long and blonde, tied in a curly ponytail reaching to her waist. She wore a light pink tuxedo shirt, her bowtie black and her undershirt white with two black buttons. She wore long black pants and pointed black shoes. Her face was white with red spots on her cheeks and large yellow eyes with black pupils and long eyelashes. In the background were large signs that read “WELCOME TO HELL.” A clock tower was nearby, showing the number 0.

Charlie glanced down at the bodies of her people littering the street and moved a hand across her face in sadness. Then with a flick of her finger, she shot fireworks into the red sky, music notes and gold music strings trailing behind the fiery sphere. Red, purple, and yellow fireworks boomed against the large glowing red pentagram in the sky. Coincidentally, it was New Year’s Day, also the day of the Extermination. The fireworks were a cue to the other demons that the dreaded Extermination was over and that it was safe to come out. Sure enough, two demons poked out of the windows of a nearby building. One was dark red with red eyes, the other was a female demon with long dark hair, a light purple face, teal eyes, and teal long nails. She wore a white dress and a purple hat with white trim and was hanging a rug outside the window. A red horned demon with small bat wings, one big eye and a small eye above it posed, wearing a spiky collar, and a black tank top. A sign read “Demon” nearby in white letters. Spiky black vines curled up the nearby yellow windows.

A pale demon woman opened up curtains as a red firework spread across the sky. She was Carmilla Carmine, a powerful Overlord and weapons dealer. Behind her was an ancient black spider-like demon named Zestial. He relaxed in a tall chair, sipping from a wine glass. A figure of a dinosaur woman Overlord posed with her glowing yellow eye. Behind her was the sitting silhouette of the red-eyed Lucifer, the king of Hell, holding his apple cane.

A large pink building read “Porn Studios,” a structure of red wide lips dotted with lights in the center. The building had pink windows and three pink Xs on the front. A teal-eyed, black haired, red-skinned succubus statue smiled and posed against the building in a short black dress and fishnet stockings. Strings of lights decorated the round roof of the studio. More fireworks sparked outside.

Safe inside Porn Studios were the three Vee Overlord villains: Vox, Valentino, and Velvette. Vox had a flat screen TV for a head and two large red eyes, his left eye larger and hypnotic. He wore a black suit with vertical teal stripes. His undershirt had red and black stripes, his collar dark teal with red trim, and his bowtie large and red. The center of his chest showed curved black lines and a circle in the center, representing a TV signal. A small black top hat on his head showed teal electricity lines and a red TV signal. His grinning teeth were teal and shark-like. Vox had ownership of all television in Hell and his VoxTech products. He had been gaining power over the years since his arrival from Earth in the 1950s. His phone had his logo on it, a teal V looking like electricity.

Grinning off to the side was Valentino, the owner of Porn Studios. He had arrived in Hell in the 1970s. He was a moth demon with glowing pink eyes under pink heart sunglasses with yellow trim. He had a pink tall top hat with black and white stripes, and a black and white feather on top (his right one was missing). He had four arms and wore a red robe with a fluffy white collar decorated with hearts. His sharp teeth were pink, and his face was grayish. He was a pimp and was the boss of porn star Angel Dust. His phone had a moth design on it with hearts.

Finally, the youngest was Velvette, the Overlord of social media. She had arrived in Hell in the 1990s. She had thick wild hair in two large ponytails, one white and one dark pink. She wore a white frilly dress with pink in the center, large poofy purple and pink shoulder covers, and sleeves decorated with pink and white stripes. Her face was gray, and her eyes were large and red with white iris and black pupils. Vox looked taken aback as she grinned and took a selfie with him with her cell phone. Her cell phone cover was pink with @ designs on the bottom and a heart chat design <3, also referencing the “3 Vs.” She grinned as she stared down at her phone.

Valentino stared down at his phone as he looked at his text conversation with Angel Dust.

Valentino: “Did you get my money, Angie baby?”

Angel Dust: “I’m witta John now. I don’t get why this needed to happen so soon after the Extermination tho. Boss.”

Valentino: “Just do it. No sas. K sugar.”

Angel Dust: “Yes Val.”

Meanwhile near Cannibal Town, short demons with top hats and ladies’ hats feasted happily on the body of a demon woman wearing a white dress and a pink hat. Odette and Clara were Carmilla Carmine’s daughters. They collected angelic weapons for her to sell to demons. Odette wore a white lab coat and round red glasses. Her hair was in a white ponytail, and she had short horns on her head. Her skin was white, and she wore black gloves. She wrote notes down on her clipboard. Next to her was her sister, Clara, who pulled a third angelic spear from the corpse and carried them with a smile, following her sister. Her skin was brown, her hair white and curly, with black curved horns and red eyes. She had a black tank top, short gray shorts, white leggings, and black shoes.

The doors to a building were pink glass decorated with teal eyes. Rosie, a Mary Poppins lookalike Overlord grinned as she crossed out “Franklin” in white paint on a sign that read “Franklin and Rosie Emporium.” Rosie was a tall cannibal Overlord with white skin, light hair, black eyes, sharp teeth, and a long black neck. She wore a large pink ladies’ hat, decorated with skulls, dark flowers, and long black feathers hanging from the back. Her Victorian style dress was in many shades of pink and her hat had a Day of the Dead style to it.

Not too far away, a brown demon with a reddish beaked face and red eyes wore a bloodstained white apron. He ripped off a demon corpse head and tossed it into a shopping cart that he pushed. Next to him was a white-skinned demon with a gray top hat, pink bandana, and dark gray shirt, smoking a cigarette with his green hairy arms. A casino, bank, and a Devil’s Diner were nearby. A cat-like demon had a grinning green face in the middle of his chest as he walked in the background. Near a red-haired demon woman listening to music, a lavender Beetlejuice demon appeared in red smoke with a grin and a pinstriped shirt.

A muscular dark purple demon walked around with glowing red eye tattoos near a transparent walking stick demon, an eel demon in the air, and a tan-green bird demon caught in the talons of a dark bird demon with a large mouth like a Venus Fly Trap. More posters were nearby: “You Deserve THIS,” “Sin Means Death,” “Extermination Mandatory” and “Resist, Lilith in Concert.” On a building was a shadowy grinning figure of Roo, the secret Goddess controlling all of Hell. A glowing hourglass was in the center of the city and four large clock faces were in all directions above it. Looming Exorcist statues were at the top of the tower like gargoyles. The clock tower rang out as the number of days until the next Extermination changed to 365.

Back on the balcony, Charlie sang her lament as her hair blew in the wind and tears streaked down her face.

“At the end of the rainbow, there’s happiness.

And to find it, how often I’ve tried.

But my life is a race

Just a wild goose chase

And my dreams have all been denied.”

“A ray of hope in this world of black

I wish the world to be free of sin.

But no matter hard I try

I can’t get by

I never seem to win.”

Charlie imagined her father’s stern silhouette behind her.

“Why have I always been a failure?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the worlds to blame.

I wonder if it could be me.”

“I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like my dreams

Ending in the sky.”

“Some fellows look and find the sunshine.

I always look and find the rain.

Some fellows make a winning sometimes.

I never even make a gain.

Believe me.”

“Will this world be a better place?

Or will loss never go away?

The choices I face, me, a disgrace.

Loss of hope here to stay.”

“I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like my dreams

Ending in the sky.”

“I’m always chasing rainbows

Waiting to find a little bluebird

In vain.”

Tears fell down her face.

0 0 0

The golden Heaven Embassy building towered over Charlie, gleaming gold like an out of place church. The stained-glass windows showed Christian Crosses and images of wheels with white wings and eyes. The doorknobs were shaped like bronze half suns. Even the fences were golden and shaped like Exorcist spears and eyes. The highest steeple was the clock tower with the large hourglass of glowing sand, the imposing Exorcist gargoyle statues up top, and the pentagram clockfaces.

Charlie opened the doors of the Heaven Embassy and peeked inside. She had persuaded her father to meet with the angels to talk about the Extermination. Taking a deep breath, she hoped it would go well.

“Hello?”

Charlie felt like she was in an abandoned church cathedral. The walls were lavender with Egyptian-style fan designs on it. Exorcist gargoyle-like statues protruded from the walls as well as smaller heads below. The windows on either side of the walls had Christian Crosses on them. A spiral glowing chandelier hung from the tall ceiling. The purple stained-glass windows ahead showed an Ophanim angel wheel with four wings shooting out nine rays into flames below. There were golden couches off to the side in rows.

“Hello?”

“Hellooo…?” Charlie began again, her voice echoing. “Creepy,” she muttered.

Charlie walked up to the front desk. She tapped a small golden bell to ring it. A golden scroll and a golden feather ink pen hovered in front of her. The glowing scroll read “Heaven Embassy, sign in.”

“Okay, also creepy,” Charlie added as she took the feather pen and signed it. The scroll and pen flew up and disappeared before two twin doors slid open.

Charlie walked into the dark room. The walls were light blue with larger Egyptian fan designs. A globe on a nearby stand had four wings on it. A blue round table had a green outline and several fan-shaped chairs around it.

“Uh…hello? Is anyone here?”

The lights suddenly switched on. “Sup,” came a voice.

“Holy shit!” Charlie cried in surprise, falling over backwards. She stood up, readjusting her hair and pose. Before her were three angels. The taller one was Adam. He was sitting in one of the chairs eating a piece of bloody rib with black hands. His masked face was black, his eyes yellow and his teeth yellow and sharp. He had two curved black horns with pointed gold tips at the bottom. A golden halo with a vertical point in the center was over his head. He wore a high collared white robe with golden sleeves and a gray “A” in the center of his outfit. The bottom of his robe was decorated with diamonds and a dark gray lower trim. His wings were large and golden, folded behind him.

Next to him was his lieutenant Lute, who stood cold and serious, hands folded behind her. She wore an LED mask with an X over the right eye. The horns were black and curved backwards in curls, with thin white stripes on them. Her short gray dress was stained with blood, as were her white/gray gloves and her long white metallic combat boots. Her wings were white with a black outline and two black stripes referencing her high military rank. The halo over her head was black with a black vertical point in the center.

The third angel had a glowing teal-white crown and large eyes all over her body. She was a tall silhouette that sat in a taller chair in the background. Charlie couldn’t make out her features, but Adam said she was his Seraphim boss, Sera. Sera’s younger sister was Emily, a more cheerful accepting Seraphim angel.

“Hi, um, I’m Charlie,” Charlie recovered. “My dad gave me permission to meet you guys…”

“Yeah, I know,” Adam replied, eating his rib like a buzzsaw, leaving the bone behind.

“Okay, well it’s nice to meet you,” said Charlie, holding out her hand.

“Totally. Nice to meet you, too,” Adam added, holding out his black arm. Charlie went over to shake it, but instead her hand passed through his holographic hand which glitched on and off. Charlie flinched back and gasped.

Adam leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “Ha! I fucking got you!” He turned to Lute. “Did you fucking see that?” Lute nodded.

He turned back to Charlie. “Ha. Good shit.”

Sera shook her head.

Charlie held out her hands. “Uh…so, wait. You aren’t here?”

“No. You think I’d come down there?” He laughed. “No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally, I love your tunes.” He leaned in uncomfortably close and jabbed at her chest with his long finger. “Pretty fucking hardcore, don’t get me wrong. But it’s such a bummer, man. Everything down there is just so “eugh” ya know?” He chuckled. “Ew.”

Charlie brushed it off. “Right. So, I’m happy we’ve got this opportunity to meet. There’s a project that I’ve been working on that I really want to talk to you about…”

Adam put a finger to Charlie’s lips.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, slow down. We’ve got time. How about we get to know each other a little. Mmm.” He pointed his fingers forward, snapping them. “How about some lunch? You hungry? I got you.” He posed with two fingers forward. He held up a silver plate with the ribs on it. “Here’s my personal favorite. You’ll love it.”

“Uh…thanks,” Charlie said. She reached out to take a piece, but her hand passed through the hologram again, the ribs fizzing on and off.

Adam burst into laughter, pointing at her. “I got you again, bitch!” He laughed some more. “Fucking hilarious!” Charlie rolled her eyes.

“Enough games, Adam,” Sera reprimanded. “Let the princess speak.”

But before Charlie could talk about her project, she soon found herself sitting in boredom and annoyance as Adam boasted about his sex life and misogynistic talks. She propped up herself on her elbows as Adam talked.

“So, I was playin’ this gig, and for some fuckin’ reason, the Virtue chick was diggin’ on the drummer, and it’s like, ‘do you know who I am? I’m fuckin’ Adam. I’m the original dick!’” He pointed down to his penis.

‘Well, that’s one way of putting it,’ Charlie thought.

“All dicks descend from me. You think you want drummer dick?”

Lute shook her head.

“No way!” Adam declared. “I’m the dick-fuckin’ master!” He chewed on a piece of rib, enjoying it. He talked with his mouth full. “So, anyway, then we fucked and it was awesome. What’d you do this weekend?”

“Wait…your name is Adam?” Charlie asked. “Like the first man Adam? That means you…”

Charlie winced. “Oooh.” Adam being, well, a dick, was the reason why her mother Lilith had left him. She muttered, “That explains so much.”

Adam smirked. “I know. I fucking rock.” He did a horned rock gesture with his hand.

“Well, Adam, sir. Mr. Adam, sir…” Charlie began.

Adam smirked. “Call me Dickmaster.”

“Adam. You seem like a smart…well, stand-up guy.”

“Uh-huh,” Adam responded, picking his teeth.

“And I know you are the leader of the angels. And you are a big thinker, a revolutionary. A-a genius!”

Adam shrugged. “I mean, your words, babe.”

“Who would really love to put his name on something.”

“Fucking love putting my name on shit! Shit’s the best!” He banged both fists on the table. “You should’ve seen my latest single album. Hot as fire!” He briefly showed an album cover that showed art of himself using his penis to blow fire at a bunch of shadow demons as sexy female angels flew around him. “Dick-Re-Mastered” was in bold gold rocker font on the top. Charlie made a disgusted face, then recovered again.

“Well…your influence could be a solution to our biggest problem!” Charlie said.

“Oh, herpes. Yeah, that’s a bitch,” said Adam.

“No!” Charlie cried. “Our…other biggest problem.”

“Oh…uh…ugly people?” He briefly looked at the audience, eyebrow raised with a smirk. “Earth people are hideous.”

“Not that…” Charlie started.

“Math?” Adam asked. “Global warming? Nah, wait, that’s Earth’s problem. Ummm…”

Adam pondered some more. He soon ran out of ideas and began more sexist rambles. “When you take her out for the fifth time, and she still expects you to pay the check but you’re like…” He did a high-pitched voice, “’Hey, I thought you wanted equality!’”

The plate of ribs was finished in front of him.

“NO!” Charlie yelled in frustration. “You and your angels killing MY people in Hell!”

“Oooh,” Adam realized, chucking. “Well, that’s not a problem! We got that covered!” He turned to Lute. “How many demons did you kill this year?”

Lute marched forward, hands behind her back. “Got a good 275 this year, sir.”

Lute then flexed her arm muscles, a women’s “We Can Do It” gesture.

Adam was impressed. “275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, Danger Tits! Pound it!”

Adam raised a fist and Lute did a Miraculous Ladybug fist-bump.

Charlie held out her hands, standing up. “Uh, no, not awesome. Those are my people, you know that, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Adam did a mock solemn prayer, hands folded together. “That must suck for you!” He burst into laughter.

“But these are souls…human souls just the same as the ones you have up in Heaven.”

“They are not the same,” Lute responded coldly. “They had their chance and they earned damnation.”

“You’re wrong,” Charlie argued. “Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes.”

“Angels don’t make mistakes,” Lute responded.

“You really think that?” Charlie asked.

“I know that,” she declared.

“But my dad Lucifer was an angel and he fell to Hell.”

“He was a traitor who abandoned his ways. Any traitor is just as bad as a Sinner and a demon.”

“Yeah, I’ve never made a mistake in my fuckin’ life!” Adam boasted.

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “Then why did Lilith leave you? Your…cocky ego?”

Adam glared and let out a forced chuckle. “The sexy bitch couldn’t handle my demands, so she foolishly fled from me and caused sin to erupt, along with Eve and your bastard dad.”

Charlie’s eyes briefly flared red. “Well, at least she found someone truly worthy enough to call her husband.”

“Then let me ask you, babe, where is she now?”

Charlie froze, fear and despair in her eyes. The room slowly turned an ominous red. Lute walked around the table near Charlie like a vulture. “The only reason you’re still here is because daddy gave you and your Hellborn kind a pardon from an Exorcist blade. How does that feel, to know how little you matter?”

Charlie’s face fell, soon at a loss for words.

Sera cleared her throat. “I know that what we do may seem harsh. But due to a malevolent influence in your world, there is a worry that too many demons will turn dark and spread to Heaven and Earth.”

“What influence?” Charlie asked.

“Not for me to say,” Sera responded, slightly nervous. “I don’t like the thought of your people suffering, but we had no choice. If Sinners continue to overpopulate your world, Hell will become unhabitable. And the dark one in Hell always needs to be properly feed…”

Sera then turned her head away, having already said too much.

Adam just smirked and said, “Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it.” Charlie had a bad feeling that he wasted her time on purpose.

“Oh fuck!” Charlie gasped. She stood up and pushed a chair aside. “Okay, I’ve got a lot to get though and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren’t hearing me before, so here it goes.” She pulled out her papers and placed them on the table.

She coughed and talked fast almost in a song.

“I know Hell’s population is out of control.

It’s a bad situation.

It’s taking a toll.

If we rehab these Sinners

And cleanse all their souls

At my Happy Hotel…”

Charlie flipped through drawings she did on the papers: one of smiling stick-figure demons under a red pentagram. The next drawing showed the demons crowded together and frowning. The next showed the Hazbin Hotel with a rainbow in the sky and pink hearts.

Charlie rambled through her stack of papers, clearly nervous.

“Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself!”

“Right! Extermination!”

She held up another drawing of angels flying down with spears, killing demons on the ground.

“I know you guys fly down

Just to kill once a year

And it must be annoying

To schlep all the way here…”

“We have a portal for that,” deadpanned Lute.

Charlie continued, throwing her papers with a sparkly rainbow that briefly appeared behind an unimpressed Adam. Charlie held another drawing of angels and demons holding hands under a rainbow, stars, and more hearts.

“If they join you in Heaven

That trip disappears!

You can wave that chore farewell!”

She took a big breath of air.

“It’ll be a happy day in…”

“Let me stop you right there,” Adam interrupted in song, his palm out. Charlie rolled up her paper and flinched. “Oh.”

“Save us all precious time…”

“Okay…” Charlie began.

“If what you’re suggesting

Is letting them climb

Up the ladder,

Oh, they’d rather cross the Pearly Gates?”

“Well, uh…” Charlie started before Adam cut in.

“Sorry, sweetie. But there’s no defyin’ their fates!”

Adam jumped onto the table, knocking over the plate of ribs to the floor.

“’Cause Hell is forever

Whether you like it or not.

Had their chance to behave better

Now they boil in the pot!”

Charlie imagined flying toward the golden gates, only for her to be pulled backwards and tossed around in a bloody cauldron. Adam stirred it and screaming demons, blood, and organs spilled out. Adam tossed the gory contents out, Charlie screaming in the bloody stream.

“’Cause the rules are black and white

There’s no use in tryin’ to fight it.

They’re burnin’ for their lives

Until we kill them again!”

Adam turned white on one half of his face and black on his other half. Charlie tried to climb up the bloody pit full of dead demons, but Adam stood mockingly above her as Lute twirled her sword and knocked her down.

Charlie soon recovered from her awful imaginings.

“Okay, but…” Charlie tried again, tearing her paper in her hands. Adam continued.

“Just try to chillax, babe.

You’re wasting your breath.

Did I hear you imply

That they don’t deserve death?

Are they Winners?

Are they Sinners?

‘Cause it’s cut and dry.”

“Well, actually if you take a look…”

Adam interrupted her again. “Fair is fair, an eye for an eye!”

Adam zoomed up to the ceiling and a sphere of light appeared behind him. Charlie fell to the floor.

“And when all’s said and done (Said and done)

There’s the question of fun (Fun)”

Adam stepped down onto five white cloud stairs as if he were royalty or a god.

“And for those of us with Divine Ordainment

Extermination is entertainment!”

Adam laughed as he summoned his golden guitar. The top was shaped like a harp and the bottom was golden and curved like a large harp. He laughed and danced as he made rock guitar noises. Lute flew around with Adam, dancing in the air.

“Bow-now-now-nowow, Guitar solo, fuck yeah! Oh-da-ah-ah-now-now-n-now-n-nownownowonow!”

“Ugh…” Charlie solely got up from the floor as Adam sang some more.

“’Cause Hell is forever

Whether you like it or not.”

Four golden mirages of Exorcists appeared around Adam. They danced and clapped and supported Adam like warrior back-up dancers.

Charlie stepped back in fear as they surrounded her, clapping to the song. “Where the Hell did you people come from?!”

“…Had their chance to become better

Now they boil in the pot.

‘Cause the rules are black and white

There’s no use in tryin’ to fight it.

They’re burnin’ for their lives

Until we kill them again!”

Adam and Lute did another fist-bump as they flew together in sync. Adam did a fast spiral twirl before strumming his golden light guitar hard, sending an explosion of energy across the room.

“Fuckin’ Hell’s forever

And it’s meant to suck a lot!

So, give up your dumb endeavor

‘Cause you don’t have a shot!”

Adam, Lute, and the golden Exorcists flew together in sync, smiling and mocking Charlie. Charlie growled in anger as her demon form briefly sprouted up: red eyes, sharp teeth, pointed horns from her head, burning the paper in her hands and waving her long blonde hair.

“Long as I’ve got your attention

I guess I should probably mention…”

Adam summoned a golden wrapped up scroll in his hands and flew over to Charlie.

“That we made the determination

To move up the next Extermination!”

Adam opened up the scroll and it showed a drawing of Adam with the words “FUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT!”

“WHAT?!” Charlie screamed, not believing what she was hearing.

Adam grinned maliciously.

“Can’t wait a whole year

To slaughter those little cunts.

I know it’s just been a week

But we’ll be back in six months!”

To Charlie’s horror, Adam blasted her from the room, using the energy from his magic guitar. Lute winked and the papers flew out of the room with another blast from his guitar. Charlie crumpled onto the floor, papers flying everywhere in a mess.

Charlie stood up; hand outstretched in desperation.

Sera cleared her throat, glaring at Adam before turning to Charlie, still in shadow. “More Sinners are entering Hell, creating an imbalance to the realms. After listening to your…rather peculiar proposal, I am willing to give your hotel a chance. If you can prove that a Sinner can be redeemed in six months, I will cease the Exterminations.”

Adam groaned in disappointment.

Sera glared. “But if you fail…”

Sera stared sadly at Adam and Lute who made gestures of slicing demons’ throats.

“See you in six months, bitch!” Adam cackled, strumming his guitar.

“Um, wait, you-you…”

Charlie raced toward the closing doors. Adam grinned as played a parting guitar solo. The doors closed before her, leaving her in darkness.

Charlie pounded her fist on the doors in defeat. “UGH, SHIT!”

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Back in Hell, a dark blue demon with four arms and large red eyes screamed as he fell to the ground. He lifted himself up, rubbing his face and chest in relief.

“Oh! I’m alive! I’m alive!”

The demon was promptly run over by an oncoming car in a splatter of blood.

The car stopped and a tall white spider demon got out: Angel Dust. He wore tall dark boots, dark pink gloves, and a black collar around his neck. His suit was white with pink horizontal stripes, his shirt collar was dark pink, and he had a black bowtie with a pink center. His face was white and furry, and his eyes had dark pink irises. The left eye was black, and the right eye was white. His furry white hair was part of his face and was decorated with light pink spots and a pink heart at the back. He also had three pink dots under his eyes which were hidden eyes, a gold sharp tooth and four arms, hiding an extra pair.

Angel Dust leaned his arm on the door, slicking his hair back and smirking.

“Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff!” mused Travis from inside the car.

“Yeah, yeah, listen,” he said, closing the door and pointing at him. “It’s discrete, ya hear me?” He peeked his head through the open window. “I can’t let it get out I’m offerin’ my services to randos on the street.” He gestured with his fingers. “It was a quick cash grab, ya got it?” He smiled and snapped his fingers in a pose. Outside were various store signs: “Jackpot Hotel,” “Devil’s Diner,” “The Redroom Cocktails,” “Dentist,” “Pub – drugs here,” “Fossil’s Gas,” “Bonkoz Sex Toyz,” “Killer Club,” and “Hellish Delights.”

Travis scoffed. He was a gray hairy demon wearing a gray hat. He had long claws and one of his eyes was black with a red heart. “Whatever you say, slut!” He burst into laughter.

Angel Dust posed dramatically and spoke sarcastically. “Ouch! Oh, such an insult!”

He leaned in toward Travis, whose face fell.

“Let me know when you’ve come up with something creative to call me, you sack of poorly packaged horse shit!” He poked Travis on the nose.

“Tell the misses I said ‘hi’,” Angel Dust smirked. “Shnuckums!” He gave Travis a kiss and let go of his collar, moving his head back out the window.

Travis rolled up the window and grumbled as he drove off. “Poorly pack of…”

His car flipped over on its side and crashed in the distance.

Angel Dust glanced off to the side and spotted a store. A yellow door was there and a dark door with an upside-down Christian cross on it. There was a poster advertising a needle, and another poster that read, “Just a few miles away: Casino.”

Angel Dust’s eyes lit up as he spotted a red vending machine decorated with white dots labeled “drugs” in white letters.

Angel Dust glanced at the options: “Coke!”, “Bojack,” “McWeedies420,” “Squip,” “Hero-in,” “Krunchy Krokodile,” and “Angel Dust.” Angel Dust pressed the pink “Angel Dust” button and a white sack of drugs fell into the slot. He grinned and snatched it up. He greedily held it in his hands and was about to open it when another demon snatched it from him and ran off. He had a white face, horns, and wore a black hoodie.

“Yoink!”

“Hey!” Angel Dust yelled.

“Up yours, drag show!” mocked the running demon before he promptly got crushed by a falling boulder. Nearby were more signs: “Begg Slut,” “We couldn’t think of a pun for our shop, but we sell HARD DRUGS!”

“Oh my God!” Angel Dust exclaimed in horror. He picked up a piece of the sack, ignoring the twitching arm of the demon. He stared dejectedly at the piece in his hand. “My drugs! Dammit!”

Angel Dust then glared into the distance and spotted something in the red sky. It was a zeppelin warship that was firing blasts and explosive lasers, destroying several buildings. Magenta flames came out of one cannon and a laser beamed out from another, causing explosions in neon pink smoke.

Inside the ship, there were snake scale designs that decorated the windows. Yellow cabinets were decorated with pink eyes and another pink eye was on a gear on the wall. Sir Pentious icons lined the walls as well. Golden stairs leading up to the higher platform were on structures shaped like snakes. Minions scurried on the lower floor, the Egg Boiz. The eggs had two small black legs, small black arms, and wore gray pinstriped suits with vertical yellow lines, yellow undershirts, and black neckties. They also had small black top hats with a pink rim in the middle. Operating the control at the top was Sir Pentious himself. He was a serpent Overlord who had lived in London in the 1800s as an evil steampunk inventor. He had a dark gray face, sharp yellow fangs, and large pink eyes. His top hat was gray with a large pink eye and sharp yellow teeth of its own. He also wore a gray pinstriped suit with yellow lines, black gloves with pink fingertips, a black bowtie with a yellow center, a yellow undershirt and a pink eye in the middle. His hood was long and black, revealing a yellow interior and hypnotizing pink eyes when he opened it up. The lower part of his body was of a large serpent with black and yellow scales and more pink eyes.

Sir Pentious laughed manically at the controls.

“Those other cowardly Ssssinners dare not hinder my territorial takeover! A wise decision! The power of my machines are unmatched!” He pulled two levers forward and his hood opened. “No other demon can compare to the likes of I!”

“Gee! That was pretty swell, boss!” cheered Egg 23.

“Yeah!” chimed in Egg 666.

“You really showed them what for!” added a third Egg Boi, getting onto the controls, mimicking guns with his hands. “I liked when you shot them with your ray gun!” A fourth Egg Boi playfully rang his fingers alone Sir Pentious’ lower half. Sir Pentious angrily slapped the egg away.

“I wish he’d shoot me with his ray gun,” sighed Egg 23. Another egg patted him.

Sir Pentious rolled his eyes and continued, hood opening. “At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of the Pentagram by days end!” He pushed some buttons and looked at a red diagram with pentagrams on it. He pulled two levers toward him. “And nothing, not a single beast in this inferno of suffering will be able to take back this empire from my constrictive grasp!” He grinned as he squeezed another Egg Boi in his tail. Another Egg Boi opened up a teal bottle of brown liquid whisky, the cork flying toward Sir Pentious’ face.

“Oh boy!” cheered another Egg Boi as Sir Pentious elbowed the Egg Boi holding the bottle away and tossed the squeezed Egg Boi aside.

“Hell will be mine! And everybody will know the name of Sir Pen…”

“EDGELORD!” interrupted a voice.

Sir Pentious and the Egg Boiz froze in shock. Sir Pentious then looked around. “Pardon?! Who said that?!”

He leaned down angrily at two Egg Boiz, offended.

“What did you just say to me you fried chicken fetuses?!” The Egg Boiz shook in fear.

“Ssspeak up!” Sir Pentious hissed.

“That wasn’t us, Mr. Bossman,” said one of the Egg Boiz.

Something fell through a large yellow glass window at the front of the ship. A pink round cherry bomb with a black skull on it flipped through the air and landed with a bounce onto the floor. Sir Pentious flinched in fear as the fuse burned down and the bomb blew up in red smoke. Sir Pentious coughed and hacked as the ship filled with crimson smoke and sparkles.

“You lookin’ for a fight, old man?!”

He looked up and spotted his rival, Cherri Bomb. She wore torn black pants and one high heel pink boot. She wore a short dark pink tank top with a black x on it, and a lower dark pink skirt with white buttons on it. She had a light gray and white long sleeve on her right arm with a light gray fingerless glove. She had a black fingerless glove on her left hand, which tossed another bomb up and down. Her skin was white with dark pink freckles. She had one large pink cyclops eye with a yellow x in the center and thick pink and yellow hair in a long ponytail. She had arrived in Hell in the 1980s.

She grinned with sharp teeth. “Why don’t you get that tinker toy bullshit off my turf before I smash it?!” She caught her bomb. A piece of dark pipe fell down to the floor onto a dead Egg Boi next to Cherri Bomb. “More,” she added with a grin.

Sir Pentious hissed, his hood opening. “Oh! You wanna go, missy?! Well, I’m happy to oblige! Ah ha ha!” He laughed evilly as Egg Boiz posed with tasers and wrenches in their hands next to him.

Cherri Bomb just scoffed. With graceful leaps, she avoided the blasts and threw down another bomb. She used the cover to escape, jumping down and swinging once from the anchor at the bottom of the ship. Landing gracefully on the ground, she continued her assault from below.

“Catch me if you can, snake man!” she taunted out loud.

“Get her!” he bellowed through the red smoke, the eggs running in a frenzy.

The minions jumped to the ground after her, the Overlord following suit. Cherri Bomb dodged a blast, grinned, and picked up the minion egg. She spun around and threw the minion straight into Sir Pentious’ face. The snake threw the egg back at her, and she caught it with one hand.

“Thanks for the gift!” Cherri Bomb called out, before cracking the egg open with an evil grin. She placed a bomb into it, then threw it back…straight into his face. Sir Pentious could only make a face of surprise before the egg blew up in pink smoke.

“Why you little…”

Cherri Bomb ducked as another egg sailed over her head.

Just then, a familiar drug-addict white demon stomped on an egg minion and threw a grenade in the distance.

“Angel!” called Cherri Bomb, happy to have her partner in crime arrive.

“Great to see you too, sweetie,” he replied.

Pink explosions filled the air as the fight continued.

“Hey, thanks for the backup, Angie!” Cherri Bomb smiled as she fired a flaming red blast from a metal cannon weapon toward Sir Pentious.

Angel Dust laughed, leaning against a black rock as a cover. He threw a grenade over his head.

“Hahaha! Are you kiddin’? This is the best action I’ve seen in ages!”

A pink explosion rocked the streets.

“Where have you been anyway?” Cherri Bomb asked as she removed a fuse from another bomb. “I thought you up and died or some shit.”

“Oh, I wish,” Angel Dust remarked as he lit another fuse and handed the bomb to his ally. “I’ve been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some broads are lettin’ me stay rent-free if I play nice.”

Cherri Bomb threw her bomb, then ducked beside Angel Dust behind the rock. They both covered their ears. A column of green smoke rose into the air with a fiery whoosh. The duo leaped over the rock and charged at the army of egg minions. Using four arms, Angel Dust fired rapidly from a tommy gun at the minions, making some of them explode.

He sighed and used one of his hands to gesture, “Y’know, no fights, no pranks, no ‘problematic language.’ Her words, not mine.”

Angel Dust tripped an unsuspecting minion, sending him into the air and exploding in a yellow yolk mess. Angel Dust waved a spiked club and continued firing his gun, his shadow silhouette briefly behind him. A pot shop stood in the background, with marijuana leaves near the sign.

“These bitches are no fun!” Angel Dust complained in frustration. Splatters of yolk landed on his head and face. “I’ve been clean for two weeks!”

“Holy shit!” Cherri Bomb yelled after avoiding a green explosion and leaping into the air, more bombs in her hands.

Angel Dust scooped up yolk with his pink gloved finger. “Well, sorta clean.” He smashed apart another egg minion with his club. “As clean as you can get with a shitload of Bolivian marching powder.” Angel Dust’s shadowy silhouette displayed sharp fangs as Cherri Bomb posed in the background. A sign read “50% off meth,” above a small supermarket.

A black chain wrapped tightly around Angel Dust’s waist and chest, sending him flying backwards. Cherri Bomb gasped as her ally was pulled away. Sir Pentious threw the chained Angel Dust hard onto the ground a distance away. The spider demon landed with a thud against volcanic rock.

“Oh, harder daddy!” Angel Dust teased with a wide smirk.

Sir Pentious gasped, eyes tearing up. “Son?!”

Angel Dust stared blankly, one eyebrow raised, a look of disbelief on his face.

Cherri Bomb rushed into action, landing a sharp kick to Sir Pentious’ back. The snake landed on the ground, then hissed threateningly. He stood up in anger.

“You whores have no class!” he exclaimed. “In war, the side remembered is the side with the most…style.” He sprung his bowtie in emphasis.

Cherri Bomb broke open an egg and tossed the shells aside. Angel Dust stood up, freeing himself from the chains.

“Or the side that ain’t dead,” Cherri Bomb added.

“Speaking of style, is your hat like, alive or something?” asked the spider demon, wiggling his fingers.

Sir Pentious hissed. “Oh, well that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?”

Angel Dust continued, “Would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?”

He and Cherri Bomb burst into laughter. A pink “loser” sign pointed at the oblivious villain snake. “Ooooh,” said a minion near him. “One hellish burn.” The snake slapped the egg with his hand.

“I’m going to blow you to bits!” Sir Pentious hissed, pointing at them.

“Hmmm! Kinky!” Angel Dust teased with a smirk.

“Not like that! Pervert!” Sir Pentious retorted, pointing a finger. Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust held in laughter.

An advertisement displaying a plate of sausage, eggs, and a tomato slice stood halfway buried in the ground. A glowing pink sign pointing down read “pussy.” Another yellow sign read, “Sex here.”

Angel Dust suddenly pushed Cherri Bomb out of the way, as an egg minion shot tendrils of claws from behind them. The claws had eyes in the center and grabbed onto Angel Dust’s four wrists. He struggled to free himself, the cords stretching.

Sir Pentious grinned, leaning in. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

“Y’know, you really need to watch what’s coming out of your mouth,” Angel Dust remarked. “I’ve been making sex jokes this whole time!” A drill poked out from the ground, Angel Dust barely avoiding it. A minion held a drill in his small hands at Angel Dust. Two extra arms popped out from Angel Dust’s body, holding his rifle.

“And it’s obvious you ain’t catching on,” Angel Dust said, cocking his gun. “I mean, it’s just…sad!”

The spider jumped into the air, freeing himself and firing the gun. The blast hit Sir Pentious and his gray top hat fell off. Angel Dust flipped him the bird.

Cherri Bomb popped up next to Angel Dust, walking sideways. “Think you’re gonna get into a lot of trouble for this?”

“Eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause?” Angel Dust shrugged his shoulders and retracted his extra arms. Sir Pentious lay fuming on the ground.

More egg minions scrambled over to the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the scene. Eggshells and yolk puddles littered the cracked street.

Cherri Bomb playfully elbowed Angel Dust. “Glad ya haven’t changed. You know you’re my favorite guy to party with!”

“You know it, sugar tits,” Angel Dust replied with a playful grin.

“You ready to finish this?” Cherri Bomb asked. She rolled a bomb from one of her shoulders to her other shoulder, then into her hand.

Angel Dust cocked his gun again. “Born ready, baby!”

The duo charged at Sir Pentious. Cherri Bomb sang, “Hello, daddy. Hello mom. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world! I’m your wild girl. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!” Everyone yelled.

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Transcript during the 666 News broadcast:

“BREAKING NEWS! A LARGE-SCALE TURF WAR IS UNDERWAY IN PENTAGRAM CITY BETWEEN SIR PENTIOUS AND CHERRI BOMB. THE SURROUNDING AREAS ARE COVERED IN DEBRIS, SO PLEASE AVOID DOWNTOWN ON YOUR COMMUTE TODAY. TRAFFIC IS “HELLA” BACKED UP. GET IT? “HELL” BUT WITH AN “A” AT THE END? THAT’S A WORD YOUNGER PEOPLE SEEM TO ENJOY USING. I DON’T REALLY LIKE IT, THOUGH. I WROTE IT BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE THE NATURAL KIND OF PUN TO MAKE FOR THIS SITUATION, BUT NOW THAT I SEE IT IN TEXT, I FEEL LIKE IT WAS A MISTAKE, A MISTAKE I CAN’T TAKE BACK…LIKE CHEATING ON MY WIFE. I’M SO SORRY, MARTHA. I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT, BUT YOU DID GAIN A LOT OF WEIGHT AFTER THE BABY AND I REALLY NEEDED SOME SPACE. YOU KNOW WHAT? NO, THAT WAS A GOOD CALL. I BANGED THE CLEANING LADY, AND THAT WAS A PRETTY NICE TIME, EVEN THOUGH SHE LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I TOLD HER I COULDN’T GET OFF UNLESS SHE LICKED MY FOOT FIRST. I DON’T SEE HOW THAT’S A WEIRD REQUEST. MAYBE IF I’D JUST GET A HOOKER, SHE WOULD’VE BEEN MORE AGREEABLE. THE POINT IS, MY WIFE IS A FUCKING BITCH. ONE TIME, WE WENT TO THE ZOO AND I GOT REALLY MAD BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE ORANGUTAN WAS MAKING FUN OF ME. HE KEPT DOING THAT STUPID DUCK LIP FACE? THEIR LIPS ALL PUCKERED? THEN IT STARTED SCREAMING AND THAT REALLY PISSED ME OFF. MY WIFE TOLD ME IT WAS “JUST A MONKEY,” AND TO “CALM DOWN.”

A neon logo appeared on the screen, displaying “666 News” in a circle with a neon eye underneath. The names of the news cast appeared on the bottom of the screen. A skeletal, insect-like demon woman with short blonde hair and a large toothy grin sat wearing a dark pink fancy dress and a pearl necklace. Sitting in the other chair, dressed in a blue-gray business suit was a demon with a gray gas mask for a face along with short light blonde hair. They were live on the air.

“Good afternoon!” chimed the woman. “I’m Katie Killjoy.”

“And I’m Tom Trench!” added the masked man. “Chaos at Pentagram City today as a turf war is raging on the west side between notable king Sir Pentious and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse Cherri Bomb!”

Two pictures surrounded by flame borders showed Sir Pentious wearing a yellow “music band” shirt, and a backwards baseball cap, doing a peace sign and wearing a pair of sunglasses with a dopey expression on his face. The other picture showed Cherri Bomb flipping the bird with a grin and standing under glittering spotlights.

“That’s right, Tom!” Katie Killjoy added. “After the recent Extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain more territory!”

The clips showed Sir Pentious fighting Cherri Bomb with the egg minions.

“Those two seem to really be going at it, huh? Looks like they’re fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!” Katie Killjoy popped a tooth and nail into her mouth.

“And I’d sure like to nail her hot spot!” Tom Trench remarked.

Katie Killjoy chuckled forcefully. “You’re a limp dick jackass, Tom. Or should I say…”

Adding insult to injury, she poured hot coffee over his crotch. “No dick!” Tom Trench moaned and flinched in pain. “Augh! Not again!”

Another picture surrounded by a border of flames displayed Charlie with the letters “Princess of Hell” next to it.

Katie Killjoy continued. “Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Hell’s own head honcho, who’s here to discuss her brand-new passion project!”

Tom Trench winced in pain on the desk.

“All that and more after the break!” Katie Killjoy finished, breaking the white mug in her hand. She whirled toward Tom Trench with a scowl. “Suck it up you little bitch…”

The TV went off-air, displaying Katie Killjoy’s mouth and eyes, colored bars and “off-air” with a pentagram in the “O.”

Inside the break room, Vaggie adjusted Charlie’s black bowtie. Nearby, a red tinted sign said that smoking was allowed. Another sign read “on air” in large letters.

Vaggie was Charlie’s girlfriend, a former El Salvadorian Sinner who lived on Earth and died in 2014. Charlie had found her with a missing eye, so she bandaged her up and took her in. Vaggie had been thankful and loyal ever since. Her face was light gray, and her right eye was cream colored with a yellow iris and a black pupil. Her other eye was covered by her grayish-white hair and a pink X. She wore a black collar around her neck and a short white dress with two gray Xs over her breasts. A pink bow was in her long hair, the ends of her hair resembling moth wings. She wore pastel leggings, her right one gray, her left one gray with pink stripes. Her shoes were black, and she also wore gray fingerless gloves.

“Okay, you remember what to say?” Vaggie asked her.

Charlie took a deep breath, enthusiasm in her voice. “Yes! Let’s do this!”

Vaggie put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She signaled with two fingers for her to pay attention. “Just look at me and I’ll mouth it to you.”

Charlie sighed. “Come on, Vaggie! I know what to say!”

Charlie walked over to the pitcher of red punch, where her flying doll-like goat bodyguards Razzle and Dazzle bodyguards were eating donuts. “I just feel like we need to…I don’t know, make things sound more exciting…”

She tossed a donut aside before gasping.

“Oh! What if I…”

“Sing a song about it?” Vaggie finished.

“You knew I was gonna say that.” She playfully tapped her friend on the nose and Vaggie smiled.

Vaggie chuckled before adjusting Charlie’s bowtie again and shook her shoulders. “Because I know you. But please don’t sing. This is serious.” She pounded her fist into her hand.

Charlie snapped her fingers and briefly winked. “Well, you know, I find I’m better at expressing my goals through song!” She stood on the table and arched her arms dramatically.

“But life isn’t a musical, hun,” Vaggie reminded her.

“Fine,” Charlie said with a slump. Then she brightened again.

“But I do have these other ideas of what to say.”

She hopped off the table and pulled out a piece of paper, hopping excitedly.

“The highlighted bits are the best parts!”

Vaggie took the paper and scanned it in disbelief. “Uh, it’s all highlighted. Is this a drawing?”

“Yes!” Charlie answered. She pointed to her picture. It showed a list highlighted in yellow that read: “4, unicorn kisses,” “5, dolphin high-fives?” and “6, sing show tunes = happy ending!” She had drawn stick figures of demons standing on clouds under a rainbow with a sun and red hearts with faces on them.

“That’s the happy ending, see? Everyone’s smiling and happy in Heaven!”

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” Vaggie stated. She then begged her: “Just please follow the talking points we went over.”

She pulled Charlie close and stared her directly in the eyes. “And do. Not. Sing.”

Charlie sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” Then she trotted over and spoke in an accent. “I’ll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills.” She gave a salute, several moves of her head, and walked out.

Vaggie suspected that this would not end well.

Charlie walked over to Katie Killjoy, who posed in her red dress, smoking a cigarette.

“Hi! I’m Charlie.”

She waved and held out her hand.

“Katie Killjoy,” the woman deadpanned before blowing out smoke and snapping her cigarette. She wore heavy lipstick and white earrings. “I’d say it’s a ‘pleasure’ to meet you, but that would be a lie. You can put that away,” she regarded Charlie’s hand. “I don’t touch the gays. I have standards.”

“Yeah?” Charlie asked nervously, looking at a big flashing sign that read “Hell’s #1 News!” “How’s uh…how’s that working for ya?”

“Look, my time is money, so I’ll keep this short,” Katie Killjoy cut in. She invasively tapped Charlie’s chest several times and poked her nose with her finger. “You’re not here because we wanted you here. You’re here because Jeffery could make it for his cannibal cooking segment.”

Katie Killjoy mentioned to a billboard that showed a blonde man wearing glasses holding up a platter with meat, poop, and a skull on it. “It’s Dahn Good: Cooking Show! Guaranteed Cannibalious!” read the sign. The man had been a serial killer who had also molested boys. “Who approved this show?” was on a sticky note nearby.

Tom Trench shook his head in his seat. “Sex! Murder! Weather!” were displayed on a column of three smaller signs.

Katie Killjoy fluffed up her hair and continued: “You might be some royal bigshot, but that doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m too rich and too influential to give a flying fuck about what some tux-wearing demon “princess” wants to advertise.” She swayed her hips arrogantly.

“But I…” Charlie began.

“So don’t get cute with me, honey,” she warned, getting into Charlie’s face, curling her fingers, “Or I will fucking bury you!”

“And we’re live!” said a voice.

Katie Killjoy rushed back into her seat with a bony crack of her neck.

“Welcome back!”

Charlie sat in a chair next to her.

“So, Charlotte…”

“It’s Charlie,” she squeaked.

“Whatever,” Katie Killjoy dismissed. She took a frustrated breath and clicked her red pen in her hand. “Tell us about this new passion project you’ve been insistently pestering our news station about!”

“Well…” Charlie cleared her throat. She looked nervously at the demonic crew in front of her. A demon with a TV head, had “words” flashed across the screen in angry red letters. There was a demon with a black hat for a face, an Egyptian-like female with a white poodle, a woman with teal skin, a demon with glasses and green snake hair, a demon with two thin heads, several red horned demons, and a few Overlords. Another woman wore a hat with hanging beads and colorful Day of the Dead makeup on her face. Vaggie encouraged her to go on.

Charlie took a deep breath, her voice soft spoken.

“As most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, I’ve always tried to see the good in everything around me.”

Katie clicked her pen impatiently. She spotted a green caterpillar and stabbed it with her pen with a predatory grin. Ink splattered on Charlie’s face and around the area.

Charlie continued, wiping off the dark pink ink from her face. “Hell is my home and…you are my people. We…”

Vaggie gave her a thumbs up and a smile.

“…we just went through another Extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year.” Her voice rose. “No one is even given a chance!”

Charlie banged her fist on the desk, waking Katie Killjoy from a bored drooling daze. A buff demon with horns and four eyes with a skull bull face wore a shirt with the word “crew” on it. An imp with a heart on his forehead stood nearby.

Charlie made her way forward. “I can’t stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through…redemption?”

Charlie pulled the buff demon into a side hug. “Well, I think yes. So that’s what this project aims to achieve!” She ran back to the desk.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates Sinners!”

The audience stared in stunned silence as Charlie spread out her arms.

A bloodstained logo “Radio Hack” was displayed above a window which provided a stack of a dozen TVs inside. One demon watching had deer antlers and a flaming blue face, one of the many Overlords. Crymini, the 90’s rocker hellhound, stood with a little demon wearing a jester hat upside down. Two hellhound twins stood nearby, one with dyed red hair, the other purple. A neon sign nearby read “Bar” “Klub Kanji,” and “used TVs.”

In a bar, dark demons wearing cowboy hats were playing pool, not even paying attention. A lead gun faced demon wore a cloth over his grinning face and had a large barrel gun for a face. His friend looked like a demonic bug, and another looked like a mustached villain. Meanwhile in a bar, purple and blue dragon-like demons sat and drank while casually watching the TVs overhead.

Charlie stuttered, “Ya know…’Cause hotels are for people passing through…temporarily…”

A tattooed dark blue reptile demon stood up and let out a loud laugh as Charlie babbled on.

“Is this girl for real? She thinks, you hear what she thinks? She’s…ha, ha ha! Oh, she’s nuts.” The demon walked away with a small lavender creature and a tall maroon being wearing punk rock clothing and crazy neon hair.

Charlie added, “I figure it would serve a purpose…a place to work toward redemption!” She weakly added, “Yay.”

One dragon demon leaped away as a tall shadowy figure stood in the background. The sound of tap shoes approached.

The figure stood right next to ratted fliers which read “Beware him! Do not fuck with him!” “The Radio Demon” and “Radio Sounds!” was scrawled in red on demons screaming and fleeing from a monster.

The man smiled and tilted his head a notch as he watched the TV with curiosity and amusement. His shadow next to him briefly morphed into a shadowy face with fluffy ears and antlers.

Back at the news station, a cameraman with blue hair and a white face looked up and scoffed, “She’s a stupid bitch.”

Vaggie punched him hard in the face in response, causing him to fall off the chair to the ground.

Charlie stared around her, concerned. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.”

A light bulb went off in her head and she smirked. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

Vaggie face palmed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no…”

Charlie snapped her fingers and her bodyguard demons appeared. One sat and began to play a grand piano.

Summoning the Disney princess within her, Charlie belted out her song:

“I have a dream

I’m here to tell

About a wonderful, fantastic new hotel

Yes, it’s one of a kind

Right here in Hell

Catering to a specific clientele!”

Razzle and Dazzle howled along…

The tempo rapidly picked up…

“Inside of every demon is a rainbow!

Inside every sinner is a shiny smile!

Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac

Is a jolly, happy cupcake-loving child!”

“We can turn around!

They’ll be heaven-bound!

With just a little time

Down at the Happy Hotel!”

“So all you junkies, freaks and weirdos

Creepers, fuck-ups, crooks, and zeroes

And the fallen superheroes, help is here!

All of you cretins, sluts and losers

Sexual deviants and boozers

And prescription drug abusers

Need not fear!

Forever again

We’ll cure your sin!

We’ll make you well

You’ll feel so swell

Right here in Hell at the Happy Hotel!”

“There’ll be no more fire

And there’ll be no more screams.

Just puppy dog kisses, and cotton candy dreams,

And puffy-wuffy clouds

You’re gonna be all like, wow!

Once you check in with me!”

“So all your cartoon porn addictions

Vegan rants, psychic predictions

Ancient Roman crucifixions

End right here!”

“All you monsters, thieves and crazies

Cannibals and crying babies

Frothing mouthers full of rabies

Fill with cheer!”

“You’ll be complete!

It’ll be so neat!

Our service can’t be beat!

You’ll be on easy street! (Yes!)

Life will be sweet at the Happy Hotel!

Yeah!”

Throughout the song, Charlie imagined giving a shiny cupcake to a masked killer, holding cotton candy and a brown puppy in her arms in the clouds…avoiding the attacks of every horror movie serial killer…

She pictured throwing drugs into a bin of fire, giving shots to monsters, giving money to charity, disturbing porn additions with a bra…

Snatching a “my waifu” and porn magazine of out a demon’s hands…

Throwing away demon’s cell phones…

Knocking over crosses…

Avoiding a scary spider overlord with yellow bat wings and pink eyes all over his body…

Giving demons big hugs…

Charlie emerging in her horned demon form from a flaming pentagram and jumping with joy in a land full of candy, rainbows, and ice cream. Spinning around in a fiery pentagram under her and posing in front of a rainbow.

Charlie finished with a pose on the table, arms in the air and panted.

The top hat demon smiled. “Wow! That was…shit!”

The crowd burst into rancorous laughter and boos, including a blue demon made of fire in the boo section. Katie Killjoy shrieked and banged her fist on the table. Charlie sank down to her knees in embarrassment.

Katie Killjoy laughed. “What in the Nine Circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good just…because?”

Charlie lifted up her head. “Well, we have a patron already who believes in our cause, and he’s shown incredible progress!”

“Oh?” Katie Killjoy asked, leaning in, “…and who might that be?”

“Oh, just someone named…Angel Dust.”

“The porn star?” asked Tom Trench in disbelief. He subconsciously unzipped his zipper and Katie Killjoy whirled on him. “You fucking would, Tom!” Her sharp nails left marks on the table.

Katie Killjoy turned back to Charlie. “In any case, that’s not even an accomplishment. I’m sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube.”

Someone wolf-whistled in the audience.

“Oh, I beg to differ,” Charlie argued, holding up her fingers. “He’s been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two whole weeks.”

“Breaking news!” announced a voice as music came on. Excited, Katie Killjoy pushed Charlie aside. “We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let’s go check out the live feed!”

To Charlie’s sheer horror, Angel Dust was seen on screen, crushing eggshells, and fighting with Cherri Bomb.

“Oh shit,” Charlie breathed.

“Oh, shit indeed!” exclaimed Katie Killjoy with a grin. “It looks like the one who has just joined the battle is none other than…”

She let out a dramatic gasp… “porn actor Angel Dust! What a juicy coincidence!”

The screen showed Angel Dust with the words “Angel Dust in ‘Well, Ok’: 18+.” Dicks and boobs were blurred.

Satisfied, she turned back to Charlie. “You must feel really stupid right now.” Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench laughed again.

“Ratings!” they added with jazz hands.

“Don’t look at this!” Charlie called, waving her arms in vain from behind the screen.

“Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival,” Katie Killjoy smirked. “Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?”

Failure. Failure…Charlie could see her doubt reflected in Katie Killjoy’s pink eyes and overbearing shadowy figure. Katie Killjoy and everyone laughed some more, their jeers painful to Charlie’s ears.

“Yeah?” Charlie asked. She snatched up Katie Killjoy’s red pen and held it triumphantly. “Well, how does it feel that I got your pen, huh? Bitch?!”

Katie Killjoy glared dangerously. Charlie dropped the pen with a nervous smile, “Oops.”

Tom Trench leaped out of the way.

Katie Killjoy grew taller, her form turning to shadow. Out sprouted claws, four extra sharp appendages, and four red eyes on her face like a spider. She launched herself at Charlie. Charlie clawed at her hair and landed punches as the alarm went off in the newsroom. Katie Killjoy crawled on the desk on multiple legs like an insect, baring her fangs before Charlie jumped and knocked her off the table. Tom Trench screamed as his body was set on fire. “Why won’t anyone help me?!”

Charlie eventually ran out of the newsroom, Katie Killjoy following close behind, as everyone yelled.

“And stay out, you retarded dike!” Katie Killjoy cussed as Charlie made a run for it down the sidewalk. Charlie was tempted to strangle the homophobic, news diva with her bare hands…but that would only contradict her goal…if she even had one anymore.

Vaggie followed her and the two of didn’t say a word as they waited for their ride. Soon enough, a white limo with a monster mouth on the front of the vehicle rolled to the curb. Vaggie and Charlie climbed in…and so did an ecstatic Angel Dust. The doors closed and they drove off toward the Happy Hotel.

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Name: Lucifer

Nicknames: Diavolo’s right-hand man, Lucy, Mr. Loyal-and-Obedient, The Morning Star, Pridy McPrideface, Diavolo’s (loyal) lap dog.

Gender: Male

Species: Demon, Angel (Former).

Titles: Avatar of Pride, Student Council Vice President.

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Lucifer is the second tallest of the seven brothers, almost reaching Beelzebub's height. He has black hair that's parted on the right side of his face, and black eyes with a red gradient. Like all of the demon brothers, Lucifer paints his nails and specifically wears red nail polish.

•Demon look: In his demon form, Lucifer reveals two large horns curling up and out from the sides of his head and four black, fallen angels' wings. A black diamond birthmark appears on his forehead. He wears a high-collared, tailed coat with red and gold peacock feather patterning. Inside, he wears a black waistcoat with red highlights. He has a pendant decorated with black and red peacock feathers tucked into the collar of his waistcoat. He wears simple black pants and leather shoes, with two stray silver chains hanging from an ornament on his belt. Contrary to his usual black gloves, he wears red gloves in his demon form.

•RAD Uniform: Lucifer wears the standard RAD Uniform in the proper manner. Unlike other students, his uniform is visibly longer, enough to cover his knees. Under it, he wears a black shirt with an overlapping mandarin collar and seven (one black, one red, and five black) buttons visible. He also wears a pair of black gloves.

•Everyday’s clothes: In his everyday clothes, Lucifer wears a red and black waistcoat with white buttons, with a long red tie tucked in. His long gray sleeves are cuffed in white with black buttons, and he wears a pair of black gloves. He wears simple black pants with a gold chain belt and brown leather shoes. On top, he completes the outfit with a high-collared, fur-lined black coat, the inside of which is gray diamond-patterned, worn dramatically over his shoulders.

•Human world look: In his Human World clothes, Lucifer wears a simple black turtleneck that's tucked into his black dress pants. He has a striped navy blue blazer draped over his shoulders. He has matching silver jewelry in the form of a necklace, and a watch on his left arm. His nails are painted red. He also wears black-framed pair of glasses.

Name: Mammon

Nicknames: The Great Mammon, Idiot, Moron, Scumbag, Money-obsessed Moron, Stupidmammon, Mammoney, Greedy McGreedface, Papa.

Gender: Male

Species: Demon, Angel (Former).

Title: Avatar of Greed

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Mammon has white, messy hair, tanned skin, and blue and yellow gradient eyes. He has on gold stud earrings and two silver rings on his ring and pinky finger on his right hand. Like all of the demon brothers, Mammon paints his nails and specifically wears white nail polish.

•Demon look: When in his demon form, Mammon has two thin and tightly curled horns and a pair of drooping, bat-like wings. He wears a studded, high-collared, cropped motorcycle jacket with two belts wrapped across his exposed torso, showing off his white birthmarks, and sleeves with white diamonds. He wears black pants with white-outlined diamonds as designs on its left side and studs on its right side. To finish the look he wears mid-length, black leather boots with three spike studs on each boot.

•RAD Uniform: Mammon wears the standard RAD Uniform. The buttons of his school blazer (as well as his belt) are left open which reveals a green collared shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and a loosely knotted yellow tie. His shirt isn't tucked into his pants and the sleeves of his blazers are lightly rolled up to the middle of his forearms.

•Everyday’s clothes: Mammon wears a brown and white aviator jacket with black details and cuffs, which he leaves open with the collar turned up. Underneath he wears a simple black round-necked shirt. He wears blue, skinny denim jeans held up by a yellow belt, with a keychain of yellow and black feathers attached to it. For shoes, he wears black mid-calf boots, with white soles. The inside of the boots are feathered and said feathers stick out of the openings. His key accessory is a pair of square, orange shades.

•Human world look: Mammon wears a loosely thrown on black jacket, with yellow stripes and hoodie, that also has white accents near the zipper and belt-like accessories on the sleeves. It's dark blue on the inside. The jacket also seems to be quite short, closed by a yellow belt at the bottom. Underneath it, he wears a white wife-beater with black edges. He also wears simple, skinny jeans with yellow stripes. Attached to them are two white belts and a gold chain with a triangle symbol. On his neck is a necklace with a matching triangle symbol attached to it.

Name: Leviathan

Nicknames: Levi, Leviachan, Mr. Dark-and-Moody.

Gender: Male

Species: Demon, Angel (Former).

Title: Avatar of Envy

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Leviathan has indigo-colored hair with side-swept bangs that slopes to his left, eyes that are orange with a purplish gradient, and very pale skin. Like all of the demon brothers, he has painted nails that are sometimes cyan and sometimes dark indigo. He and Asmodeus are the only brothers with an inconsistent nail color.

•Demon look: Leviathan has dark branched coral-like horns that curl upwards, his scale-like birthmarks visible on the right side of his neck, and a long, serpentine tail covered in scales. He wears a black halved side-zipped hoodie with a blue lining, decorated with droplet scale patterns in several areas: the stream of white flowing from his left to right, solitary golden-yellow droplet at both his upper arms flanked with black ones. Underneath, he sports a semi-sheer shirt, white and gold accented clip-on suspenders attached to fashionable, snakeskin reminiscent pants, as well as black gloves. There are purple highlights on his horns, his hoodie along the side of his arms, and the soles of his shoes.

•RAD Uniform: Leviathan wears the standard RAD Uniform. His uniform is unbelted and unbuttoned thus revealing a green collared shirt that is unbuttoned at the top as well as showing a loosely tied dark purple tie.

•Everyday’s clothes: Leviathan wears a long, black and white cardigan jacket with 3 buttons of different emojis stuck on its right side. The jacket itself is long enough to reach his knees. Under, he wears a colorblocked black, white, and blue mock neck shirt. He wears joggers with 2 orange stripes on each side. His sneakers are orange and black. When in casual attire, he wears black headphones with orange and blue design.

•Human world look: Leviathan wears an unzipped three-colored hoodie that's half orange, half dark blue with white, light blue, and black accents. Underneath it, he has a simple white shirt with a black collar. He also has a pair of headphones that match his hoodie, in an orange and black color palette.

Name: Satan

Nicknames: Wrathy McWrathface, Sully/Sully Dear.

Gender: Male

Species: Demon

Title: Avatar of Wrath

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Satan has layered blond hair that's parted in the middle and green eyes with a yellow gradient. Like all of the demon brothers, he wears nail polish, his in the color green. Satan's design was likely made to be the complete opposite of Lucifer's. He has blond hair and green eyes, while Lucifer has black hair and red eyes; his pose is a mirrored version of Lucifer's; his horns look somewhat like an upside down version of Lucifer's. Satan and Mammon are the only brothers whose final design didn't change from their concept arts.

•Demon look: Satan has polished black scaly S-shaped horns and black spiky tail which fades into light green. According to Issue 5 of the RAD Newspaper, said tail can injure those who touch it if they aren't careful. He neatly wears a dark gray dress shirt with hidden buttons, white collars, and cuffs, as well as black pants with widely-scattered white dots. Above his shirt is a black ribbon whose ends are elaborately weaved into modest loops on and across his chest in a ribcage-esque way, revealing much of its green underside. He completes the look with a black boa over his shoulders and fancy white embellished belt. His demonic markings are located on his back.

•RAD Uniform: Satan wears the standard RAD uniform in the proper manner, but it is missing one button at the bottom. His green dress shirt is buttoned and wears a light yellow bow tie.

•Everyday’s clothes: Satan wears a preppy, casual outfit consisting of a black shirt overlaid with soft light green V-neck sweater, teal-colored pants with white side buttons, and a pair of brown shoes. This is matched with a dark sea-blue blazer with vertical stripes running along his chest and below his arms, as well as a stylish gold-framed white leather belt. He characteristically wears only the right sleeve of his blazer and drapes the other side over his shoulder.

•Human world look: Satan wears a teal-colored shirt, that also has two pale blue, and smaller black stripes on the front, that go around his waist to the bottom of it. He also has on a black and white belt with a visible circle design on it, and a black and white tie, with a lime zigzag pattern. Similarly to his casual outfit, he has a creamy-white jacket on, that he wears only the right sleeve in, draping the left one over his shoulder.

Name: Asmodeus

Nicknames: Asmo, Jewel of the Heavens, Lusty McLustface.

Gender: Male

Species: Demon, Angel (Former).

Title: Avatar of Lust

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Asmodeus has champagne-colored hair with long, sweeping bangs on the left side. His eyes are light orange with a yellow gradient. He is the shortest of the brothers, but often wears high heels, which makes him look taller. Like his brothers, Asmodeus paints his nails. His nail polish is pink and lime green, or sometimes teal, in a pattern that alternates every nail. Sometimes his nails are shown to be lime green and pink, while at other times his nails are teal and pink. This makes him and Leviathan the only two brothers to have an inconsistent nail color.

•Demon look: Asmodeus's demon form consists of a black, sleeveless, button-down shirt with black roses decorating the front and a golden scorpion wrapped around it. There is a heart-shaped hole on the back of his shirt. He wears two black cuffs at his wrists. His pants are black, the right leg consisting of consecutive gray and black fabric bucked all they way to the ankle. He has four bat-like, curly tipped wings and a pair of horns with pink-tinted tips jutting out from his head. He has three heart-shaped birthmarks on his left arm.

•RAD Uniform: Asmodeus wears the standard RAD uniform with the uniform's belt looped around on his side. He wears his green collared shirt in a well-buttoned manner and has a light pink ribbon in place of a tie.

•Everyday’s clothes: Asmodeus wears a white stand collar jacket with a zipper closed from an estimated area of his belly button to his chest. He is revealed to wear a pink shirt inside of his jacket. His pants are in a reddish-pink color with 2 pockets at the front on each side. A belt in a shade of orange is worn around his pants and he wears black leather shoes. A black scarf loosely wrapped around his shoulders.

•Human world look: Asmodeus wears a pink off-shoulder sweater that subtly fades into white to the bottom, with black buttons at the sleeves. Underneath it, he wears a black sleeveless turtleneck. He also has navy, skinny jeans on. To match the outfit, he wears a golden necklace with indigo-purple gemstone around his neck, and a pair of round sunglasses hung on the sweater.

Name: Beelzebub

Nickname: Beel

Gender: Male

Species: Demon, Angel (Former).

Title: Avatar of Gluttony

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Beelzebub has messy orange hair and violet eyes with a pink gradient like his twin, Belphegor. He's the tallest of all the brothers, and extremely muscular despite his everlasting tendency to eat. This physique is owed to his other favorite pastime, working out. Like all the brothers, he wears nail polish, his being orange.

•Demon look: Beelzebub has a pair of black, ridged horns that curl around his head like a circlet. He wears a black shirt, low cut enough to show off the stripe birthmarks on his chest and neck, as well as his generous cleavage. Over that he sports a cropped black punk jacket with a popped collar. The collar has a buckle dangling from it and two patches of gold spikes on either arm. Beel has a large pair of insectoid wings visible on his back. He wears a pair of black pants, three different belts, and a pair of cowboy boots.

•RAD Uniform: Beelzebub wears the standard RAD uniform jacket and teal shirt, both completely rumpled and haphazardly thrown on. His jacket is undone and the sleeved are rolled up, his dress shirt collar is popped and unbuttoned enough to see his bright orange undershirt.

•Everyday’s clothes: Beelzebub wears an indigo and orange fur collared parka with complementing white and orange design on respective sleeves over a black shirt with white and orange triangle design. He wears loose, dark pants with two triangle patterned belts looping around either side, as well as a smaller purple belt, none of which are in belt loops and therefore doing nothing to keep his pants up. He also sports a silver two triangle necklace wrapped around his neck several times till it has become a choker, as well as a bracelet tied around his wrist in the same manner.

��Human world look: Beelzebub has on a black tank top, with white edges to it. In this outfit he sports a maroon tattoo on his left arm, which doesn't appear in other outfits his arms are visible in. He has a black and red jacket tied around his waist. He also wears a red and black watch on his left wrist, and a golden chain necklace around his neck.

Name: Belphegor

Nickname: Belphie

Gender: Male

Species: Demon, Angel (Former).

Title: Avatar of Sloth

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Belphegor has dark indigo-grey, white-tipped hair with long bangs that cover his right eye, and violet eyes with a pink gradient like his twin Beelzebub. Like all of the demon brothers, Belphegor paints his nails and specifically wears cerulean blue nail polish. Asmodeus claims that Belphegor has the nicest smile.

•Demon look: When taking his demon form, Belphegor reveals his two twisted rams horns as well as his long, cow-like tail that — according to Issue 5 of the RAD Newspaper — has the occasional thorn and is prickly to the touch. His demon outfit has a cow motif with his black hoodie having a cow-like pattern and a horseshoe stitched on its upper right side. The hoodie is designed with four buckles at the front with one being belted properly. Inside, he wears a blue shirt while the inside of the hoodie shares the same color. He wears black baggy harem pants with a belt of magenta and blue triangles on the right side. His short combat boots reveal the cow-spot birthmarks on his right ankle, which also appear on the right side of his neck.

•RAD Uniform: Belphegor wears the standard RAD uniform. His top is shorter compared to the others, reaching only his waist thus resembling a normal length school uniform and has two unbuttoned buttons. With the length of his uniform, he is revealed to be wearing a white belt. Inside, he wears a well-buttoned collared green shirt and blue necktie.

•Everyday’s clothes: Belphegor wears a hooded shawl jacket with one blue and white striped pocket on the left side of the chest. The inside of the hood is in the color of bright blue. The jacket is buttoned in the middle; the third button is the one enclosed. The jacket's cuffs are white and it also has two white stripes on the right sleeve. He wears yellowish-brown pants and brown laced leather boots that reach his knees. When in his casual attire, Belphegor carries a cow-patterned pillow with a cow tail strapped to it at all times.

•Human world look: Belphegor wears a light blue shirt with a black and white heartbeat pattern on it, which also has a black collar and a black and white hem on the bottom. On it, he wears an asymmetrical windbreaker, with a right sleeve that is white with a black stripe on it, and a left one that is black with a white stripe on it. The windbreaker has light green and indigo accents, and a white hoodie.

Name: Diavolo

Nicknames: Lordy McLordface, The Young Lord, Young Master.

Gender: Male

Species: Demon

Titles: Lord Diavolo, Future King of the Devildom, Student Council President.

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Diavolo has layered, red hair with his bangs parted to the left side, tan/dark skin (depending on his form), and pale golden eyes. Like the brothers, he too has painted nails - black, in his case.

•Demon look: In demon form, Diavolo's hair becomes a brighter red and his complexion turns brown. His horns grow horizontally and curl inward, the ends decorated with gold. He has four bat-like wings that are a deep red and black gradient with gilded tips. He wears a large gold pendant of multiple bat wings with a red jewel in the center that connects to a black and gold embellished choker and two gold chains on the side, and a black-furred shawl over his shoulders. On his arms are six rows of golden triangle patterns, and there are black vertical markings on his torso. He wears black harem-like pants with two gold chains, with a red jewel pendant on each side, and a white cloth with gold patterns in the front.

•RAD Uniform: Unlike the other Devildom students, Diavolo wears a special red RAD Uniform with a blue ribbon accent. He pairs it with a formal black shirt with gold button-down collars as well as a neat white tie with a tiepin underneath.

•Human world look: Diavolo has a simple black suit on, with a black shirt underneath it. He also has a dark red coat draped over his shoulder, the color matching his dark red tie.

Name: Barbatos

Nicknames: Diavolo's Butler, Greatest pastry chef.

Gender: Male

Species: Demon

How he talks: “This”

Appearance: Barbatos has short, kombu green hair styled such that he has a longer fringe on his left side which fades into a turquoise color at the tips, and bangs that reach his eyebrows. He has pale skin, and his eyes are a gradient of dark forest green and yellow-green. He regularly wears a pair of white gloves, but when without them, it can be seen that his nails are painted royal purple. Barbatos is the third-tallest of the side characters, just barely taller than Simeon.

•Demon look: In this form, Barbatos has a pair of small, black horns that look similar to the "fingers" of bat-like wings. Each horn has four "fingers" and one shorter "thumb" ending in a small spike. Barbatos also has a long, twin-tipped tail with a gradient of black at the base and aquamarine green at each of the tail ends. There is also a lightning pattern of aquamarine green that runs along the length of his tail. According to Issue 5 of the RAD Newspaper, Barbatos's tail is "wet and glistening, but not slimy." As with Satan, Barbatos has no visible markings in his demon form. Barbatos's outfit when in demon form consists of a black tailcoat with gold buttons and a high collar with a decorative gold chain. It has a geometric pattern of black and grey triangles on the front with a white border, and many of the coat's edges are bordered in white. There is also a white pattern on the back of the coat vaguely shaped like an hourglass. The coat has an aquamarine green underside, and both the sleeves and right shoulder have decorative ruffles colored a gradient of teal green and black. Barbatos's pants are charcoal grey with black stripes along the sides, and he wears black boots with short, flat heels. He also wears a pair of white gloves.

•RAD Uniform: Barbatos's RAD Uniform is different in style than the typical charcoal grey jacket, which is instead a tailcoat with six gold buttons and gold accents. His pants are the standard matching charcoal color with red stripes along the sides, but he wears a white cummerbund in place of a belt. He has the standard teal shirt beneath his jacket paired with an forest green tie, and he wears a pair of white gloves. His leather shoes are the standard charcoal grey.

•Human world look: The outfit is likely inspired by the changshan, and consists of an aquamarine green and deep teal green gradient top with a standing collar, and is long enough to nearly reach Barbatos's knees. The right shoulder of the top is white, and wrapping around the bottom-left side of the top is fabric with a geometric triangle pattern in shades of orange and brown. Worn over the top is a robe-like garment that is a gradient of charcoal grey at the top and aquamarine green at the bottom. The lining is also aquamarine green, and there are decorative aqua blue accents on each of the wide sleeves with dangling earth tone colored beads attached. His pants also have gradient colors, being charcoal grey at the waist and jade grey at the ankles, and have decorative carmine red laces along the outseams on his lower legs. His shoes are dark grey with aqua blue soles. Barbatos wears two necklaces; one fully beaded, and the other having a circular white pendant danging from a jade green cord. There is also what appears to be a yellow and black Chinese knot hanging from the lower left side of Barbatos's top, though it is mostly hidden by the outer robe.

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Title: Vainglorious.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very passionate @elsecrytt.

Pairing: Yandere!Lucifer x F. Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 4.0k.

TW: Dub/Con, Oral Sex, Violence, Blood, Slight Dehumanization, and Manipulation.

You might’ve hated this part the most.

It was probably the silence, rough and deafening after hours of trying to block out the grating rasp of Lucifer’s voice and the hollow, pounding beat of skin against skin and bodies against wood, or stone, or whatever else suited his tastes, that night. That time, you could pass with your hands clamped over your ears and your face buried in your knees, but your arms had gone numb half an hour ago, and you couldn’t imagine spending another minute with your eyes clenched shut, spending another minute so vulnerable to Lucifer. And, obviously, to his ‘guests’, even if you knew he would never let anyone get that close.

You were starting to get sore, too. Your back ached where it pressed into accented wood, and because Lucifer refused to give you anything more substantial than lace and clipped silk to wear, your skin felt frozen where it made contact with the marble floor of his office. It might’ve been better if you embraced it, if you just laid down and curled into yourself, but the chain keeping you bound to the panel of his desk – attached to the leather choker he’d forced onto your neck and sealed with enchantments you’d never even heard of, before – was too short for anything like that, anything so merciful. Even if it hadn’t been, you still probably would’ve kept yourself upright. You already had so little dignity, like this, dolled up and collared. You didn’t want to sacrifice any of the scraps you had left.

“Aye, human. Do you actually do anything, or does he just keep you around to take up space?”

Oh, right. You must’ve forgotten.

The part you hated most wasn’t the noise or the silence – but what came after Lucifer’s guests got tired of both.

It was a man, this time – an incubus, judging by the horns spiraling up from his scalp and the little, black wings jutting out of his waist and shoulder blades. You hadn’t caught his name, but you would’ve been surprised if Lucifer ever used it, if he'd ever asked for it. For as often as he brought other demons home, as often as you were forced to watch him take advantage of some stranger more willing and more wanting than you would ever be, you couldn't tell if he'd ever actually enjoyed their company at all. You knew his routine, by now, what he liked and what he didn’t, what he would do and what he wouldn’t. He never brought the same person home twice, and he never let them touch you, even if he would always find some reason to leave the two of you alone for far, far longer than he absolutely had to.

This one, he seemed more eager to expose you to than most. Usually, he took his time, muttered through small talk and empty promises before he made an excuse to leave, but tonight, he was gone as soon as he’d raked a hand through his hair, kissed the corner of his partner’s mouth, and spat out something about another bottle of demonus. The demon didn’t seem to mind. Of course not – he didn’t know any better. Most of the Devildom saw Lucifer as something cold, something distant, too high above everything else to ever think to glance downward. You couldn’t say they were wrong, either. He certainly acted like he was, at least.

A click of his tongue, the tap of pointed nails against the arm of a chair. He was sitting in a lounge chair, his feet propped up on the low table, less than arm’s length away from where he’d been bent over beside the smoldering fireplace. Unlike Lucifer, he’d made no attempt to put his clothes own back on in any capacity, content with the black button-up Lucifer had unintentionally left behind. Which was, of course, a relief to you. If he kept it, that’d be one less thing Lucifer could force onto you, one less twisted show of domestic affection your captor could demand you tolerate.

You realized that you’d been staring at him a moment too late, a moment after he glanced towards you and his neutral frown broke into a wide, fang-filled grin. You looked away, but it was too late. You tried not to engage with his demons, not to acknowledge them at all, but apparently, that wasn’t going to be enough, right now.

“So, what’s your deal? Pact gone wrong? Sell your soul without realizing he wouldn’t wait until your little mortal life ended to collect?” There was a short pause, a pitchy laugh. “That’d be just like Lucifer. He’s the smartest of all the Avatars, y’know – and the most blood-thirsty. A couple centuries ago, you wouldn’t even be this lucky. You would’ve been torn apart before you had a chance to realize you weren’t in your own realm, anymore.”

You pursed your lips, pulling your knees up to your chest and shrinking into yourself. If that did anything to deter him, it didn’t shut him up. He went on, enthusiastic despite your silence. “I’m surprised he didn’t chain you up outside, honestly, considering how filthy humans can be. Are you always on a leash, or is it just to make sure you’re on your best behavior around guests?” Another laugh, giddier than the last. Now, you were sure that he didn’t know Lucifer, not really, not any more than the other admirers he left you with. If he did, he would realize what it meant that Lucifer was willing to do this to you, of all people. He would realize that Lucifer wasn't going to be any kinder to him. He wouldn't be so excited about what came next. “Have you seen his bedroom? Oh, I bet you haven’t. That’s where he’s taking me, after this.” He really, really wouldn’t be so excited. “I think he likes me.”

He wasn’t going back to Lucifer’s bedroom. You knew his routine, by now, you knew what he liked, and you knew that none of his demons had ever made it any farther than this, any farther than the office. When Lucifer came back, there’d be a little more demonus, a little more idle conversation, and then, by force or by persuasion, Lucifer would take him down the dungeons, and do… something. You weren’t entirely sure. You’d never seen him hurt anyone (aside from yourself), but he always came back with blood on his clothes, blood on his hands, and he always wanted to touch you, whether he was content to hold you on his lap and grope at your waist or craving something less wholesome, a little more carnal. No one ever made it to his bedroom.

No one but you, unfortunately.

A small, self-loathing part of you wanted to pry deeper into that, to find out why he brought them back to his office and not somewhere so much more comfortable, so much less sterile. On your worst days, you let yourself wonder, let yourself think that he might think there’s something more to your relationship than your hatred and his obsession, and that bringing someone back to a place that was supposed to be so intimate, that was supposed to belong to you and him, would be a violation of that – if only by his own distorted logic. But, for that to be true, he would’ve had to think that you had a relationship at all, that you were anything more than captor and captive. You didn’t want to think about that. You didn’t want it to be true, because it wasn’t. Because it couldn’t be. Because it wasn’t.

You weren’t trying to save him. You weren’t even trying to help him, not really, not any more than it’d help you to see Lucifer put out by the sudden disappearance of his next quarry. You just wanted him gone. You didn't want to do this, anymore. “You should leave.”

He turned towards you, sharply. His grin wavered, but more out of shock than any kind of distress. It was back in a moment, brighter than ever and spread as far as you could possibly expect it to be. “And why is that, human?”

“It’s—” Because Lucifer didn’t care about him. Because Lucifer was done with him. Because, in a few minutes, Lucifer would come back and he would be out for blood. You knew that. You knew what would happen, and yet, the air caught in your throat and you faltered, unsure how to explain that he was going to die if he didn’t get out as soon as possible. Unsure how to explain that you really didn’t care whether he lived or died, you just wanted this to end. “You need to go. He’ll hurt you.” And then, after a short pause, when you realized how childish that sounded, “He’ll kill you.”

That earned a sound of acknowledgment, a glance out of the corner of his eye. He pushed himself to his feet, stretching with a slight groan. “And, of course, I should believe you because you clearly have no reason to spread rumors about poor, dear Lucifer.”

You were suddenly very aware of the soreness in your thighs, the weight of the chain where it hung from your neck. Of how it looked, for a human to try to warn a demon away from one of their own kind.

You opened your mouth, ready to insist that you were telling the truth, that he was in real, legitimate danger, but before you had a chance to, he turned towards you, his grin suddenly gone and his stare focused into something eerily precise. You’d known that he was an incubus before, but if there’d been any question in your mind, it would’ve been answered the second his eyes met yours, the second all that intensity was directed at you. It reminded you of Asmodeus, of the attention he controlled, the way he could make anyone feel that much smaller just by acting like they should. It wasn’t on the same level, of course – lust incarnate would always be a greater force than someone only capable of crafting an uncanny imitation – but you still found yourself looking away, pressing your back into the side of Lucifer’s desk as he approached, if only to hope he’d leave that much space between the two of you. Predictably, it did nothing to help. He came to a stop at your feet, where he could stare down on you properly. You dropped your eyes to your lap, doing your best to pretend it didn’t bother you. Again, predictably, it did nothing to help.

“You know what I think?” He spoke slowly, deliberately. If you hadn’t spent so much time at Lucifer’s mercy, it might’ve been enough to intimidate you. “I think,” He paused, bringing his hands up to rest on his hips. “that you’re jealous.”

You couldn’t help the way you winced, flinching back into yourself – more out of revulsion than offense. You weren’t. You couldn’t be. No one would ever be jealous of the things Lucifer did to the demons who stumbled across his path. “Why would I—”

“Daddy brought home a new toy, and now you’re mad he wants to play with someone else.” He leaned down, bending at the waist. You held your breath as he reached towards you, but his fingers only skirted around the corner of your cheek, then down to your shoulder, where he caught your chain and jerked you upward. Half-choking, you rushed to push yourself to your feet, but you weren’t fast enough to keep the upper edge of your collar from biting into the bottom of your chin, to stave off the jolt of bruising pain and the feeling of your teeth slamming into each other, nearly catching your tongue in the collision. Instantly, your attention shot to the doorway, half-expecting to already see Lucifer standing on the other side. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. They weren’t supposed to touch you. “Did you think you were special to him? That he saw you as anything but a little, mortal pet?”

They weren’t supposed to touch you. He wasn’t supposed to be touching you. The last time a demon had gotten this close, had shown you any kind of aggression at all, Lucifer had appeared by your side in the blink of an eye, torn off her hand off of you then torn her hand off of her then dragged her down into that deep, hellish dungeon of his before you could so much as cry out. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. He wasn’t supposed to get this close.

And Lucifer wasn’t supposed to take this long to get him away.

“Oh, now you decide to shut up.” You stiffened, snapping your eyes back to him, but there was only a growl in response, a sudden pressure on your jaw. His pointed nails dug into your skin, nearly drawing blood, and you glared in response, as frustrated as you were afraid. The panic was numbing, more of a sedative than an accelerant. You wanted him to get away from you. You wanted Lucifer to come back and get him away from you. “Answer, human. Why do you think you’d be worth anything to Lucifer?”

You tried to brace yourself on the corner of the desk, but he shoved you back, and your hands fell to the desktop, to the piles of cluttered paperwork and pens and trinkets Lucifer never bothered to sort. You grazed past something square, something solid – a paperweight, heavy and metallic. Reflexively, you pulled away from it, afraid he’d notice a possible weapon if you lingered on it for any longer than half a second. “I don’t—”

“I bet he’s planning to eat you up, one of these days.” He wasn’t even listening to you. He hadn’t been, not since he realized it’d be more entertaining to hear himself ramble. His hand slipped from your jaw to your throat, and with an agonizing kind of slowness, he tightened his hold into something just nearly suffocating. Honestly, it would’ve been less insulting if he’d just choked you out, left you coughing and sputtering and on the brink of consciousness. It would've been less irritating if he just got it over with and left you alone. “I bet he wouldn’t mind if I took the first bite.”

His nails cut into your jugular, breaking the skin. You took a deep breath, then another, then shut your eyes.

When you opened them again, he was on the floor and you were on your knees. The paperweight was in your hand, cracked down the middle and split in two, and the side of his head was covered in blood.

Now, now, the adrenaline hit, jagged and painful and burning. Your vision blurred, your chest hurt, and all of it only seemed to get worse as he took a raspy, gasping breath – because a shallow head wound would never be enough to kill any demon, Lucifer or otherwise. Instantly, you dropped the broken paperweight, attempting to cover your mouth with your hands before you felt something wet and hot smear across your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, your vision blurred around the edges, and you thought, for a second, that you might pass out, that you were done, that Lucifer was going to come back and see what you’d done and kill—

“Oh?”

He was going to kill you.

And he was going to do it slowly, too, judging by the vague amusement in his tone, how long he took to make his way from the doorway to his desk, to the spot where you’d stuck the demon out. You scrambled to your feet, doing what you could to wipe the blood off of your hands, off of your face, but he wasn’t even looking at you – focusing instead on the body, on the fact that he was still breathing, even if it was weak, even if he was unconscious. Lucifer would be mad. Lucifer would be furious. “I didn’t mean to—”

“To kill him?” Lucifer asked, nonchalantly. “Because you haven’t, yet, he's still very much alive. You still have to take responsibility – finish what you started and all that.”

“I wouldn’t—” You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, digging your nails into your palms. “You do it. That’s the part you get off on, right?”

He clicked his tongue, showing no signs that he’d heard you. That he was listening. “I’d suggest using something sharp. Bludgeoning is effective enough, but it’ll end sooner if you puncture a vital airway. Or an organ, whichever you prefer.” He glanced towards you, out of the corner of his eye. “You can do it, can’t you? Or, would you rather let him wake up and see if he still wants to... What was it?” He paused, and you could practically hear his delight. "Take a bite out of you?"

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, letting out an agitated groan.

Silently, you turned back towards his desk, picking up the first thing you saw – a letter opener, filed to a point and fashioned with a thick, decorative grip. You held it tightly, with enough strain to leave your knuckles white and your fingers aching. You got on your knees, at the demon’s side, but it still took so much more force than you were expecting, so much more concentration and so much more strength just to bring the make-shift blade down on his chest, then do it again, and again, and again until your blood-soaked hands lost their grip on the handle and you were sure you'd done as much damage as you were able to. Even then, you didn’t immediately pull away, your mind too focused on the torn skin of his diaphragm, the way flesh turned to viscera between gaping wounds. On the fact that you had done that, not Lucifer. That this was your fault, your violence.

That, despite the bile slowly rising in your throat, you couldn’t really bring yourself to feel anything but relief that you were finally, finally alone.

Or, as alone as you'd ever be, anyway.

There was a hum of approval in the background, a hand on your shoulder, then your neck, his touch accompanied by the utterance of a word you didn’t recognize and a sudden lightness against your throat. Your collar fell from your neck, and you felt Lucifer’s arm wrap around your waist, dragging you upwards and off of the floor entirely. A second later, you were placed on the edge of his desk, Lucifer already positioning himself between your legs. You were aware, distantly, that you weren’t restrained, that you could try to run, but your limbs burnt with a painful kind of static and, as badly as you wanted to, you could barely even think about moving. There was blood on your hands, and bruises on your jaw, and you couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.

You half expected him to bare his teeth, to dig his fangs into your neck and tear, but somehow, it was more off-settling to watch him drop to his knees, instead, to feel his hands on your waist, his gloved fingers slip under the waistband of the thin, silk panties he’d forced onto you only hours ago. The flimsy material was disposed of quickly, thoughtlessly, and with no trace of shame or hesitation, he kissed the inside of his thigh, sucking lightly at the exposed flesh before losing interest, drifting upward, lapping over the length of your slit. You jerked forward, but more out of instinct than any genuinely will to show your disgust. You were still at a distance, too far away to care how he touched you. Too far away to care about much of anything at all.

You might’ve been trying to distract yourself. That, or you wanted to keep your breath from hitching, make sure nothing more than a low whimper was able to escape. Either way, your voice was unsteady, but you spoke loudly enough to cover up the little lapses between your words. Or, you hoped you did, at least. “You would’ve done it.” Rushed, hasty. You curled your hands around the corner of the tabletop, willing yourself not to feel the way his tongue traced patterns into your entrance. “You would’ve killed him, even I didn't. You always kill them.”

A breath of a chuckle, a hum that left you gritting your teeth and pushing your shoulders for it. He pulled away, but only a fraction of an inch, only far enough to make the mocking-intent lacing his tone audible. “But I didn’t hurt anyone this time, did I?”

You opened your mouth, but all you were able to spit out was a ragged moan as he found his way to your clit, sealing his lips around the bundle of nerves with a punishing kind of pressure. Against your better judgment, against your own volition, you bucked into his mouth, squirming and thrashing underneath him until you felt his hands on your hips, holding you down, making it just a little easier for him to fuck his tongue into you, to edge you that much closer to something you didn’t want, something you’d never want. You didn’t want any of this. You’d never wanted to kill someone, before. You’d never wanted to kill someone.

And yet, here you were, Lucifer’s head between your thighs and a fresh corpse less than an arm’s length away.

He pulled you closer, delved deeper, and you couldn’t try to block him out, anymore, couldn’t do anything but brace yourself and look for something, anything to ground you. Before you could think better of it, your hands shot to his head, red soon spread across black as your fingers caught in his hair. You made a half-hearted effort to pull him away, but it was already too late – your vision burnt white around the edges and, like all the demons he’d fucked in front of you, all the demons he’s killed for the sake of your torment, you came on his tongue, coming undone before you could even attempt to hold yourself together.

Immediately, he let go of you, allowing just enough space between your body and his to stand to his full height, and just as instantaneously, you were hit by a sudden, red-hot shock of fear, a sudden reminder of what happened to everyone else who'd occupied the spot you were currently in. Visions of dirty stone walls flashed through your mind, accompanied by the nagging awareness that Lucifer clearly only liked to play with his prey for so long, but it was a short-lived paranoia. After only a fraction of a second of stillness, he closed the distance between you yet again, his lips crashing into yours with a kind of carelessness you couldn’t remember ever seeing from him before, smothering your fear (or hope) as quickly as it’d been kindled.

Of course. He loved you too much to ever kill you.

That, or he didn’t see the use in discarding a pet who’d only just started following his commands.

Either way, you felt his hands hook under your thighs, your chest pressing into his has he carried you off of his desk, then out of his office entirely. You didn’t have to ask where he was taking you. You knew him so well, and you knew where he was going – to his bedroom, to the dark, awful place none of his victims would ever get to see, aside from you.

You didn’t bother trying to resist, just shutting your eyes and burying your face in the crook of his neck. You felt his hand on the small of back, rubbing slow circles into the base of your spine, but there was no comfort behind the gesture. There was nothing, really, save for the chill of the air against your exposed flesh and the feeling of blood drying on your skin.

“You did well.” The softness of his voice caught you off-guard. His hand rose to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he kissed the top of your head. “You’re coming along so beautifully, darling. I couldn’t be more proud.”

You might’ve nodded. You might’ve said something, that you hated him, that you never wanted him to touch you again, but you couldn’t be sure, couldn’t hear the sound of your own voice or feel anything aside from your back against his mattress, his body hovering over yours, his cock thrusting into you with a gentleness that made you want to scream. You couldn’t make any noise. You couldn’t do anything.

You could only bite your tongue, clench your eyes shut, and hope he gave you something a little easier to use than a letter opener, next time.

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thatoneweebsworld · 2 years ago

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Lucifer Seven Minutes in Heaven (vore)

You reached into the small bag of folded paper, knowing that this would be your fate possibly for the evening. You pulled out a name, eyes shut. You somehow managed to pull out…

Lucifer. The eldest, the most overwhelmed, the one who first caught your eye. The one and only avatar of pride who you had the pride of sharing an intimate relationship with. However, as the smug single mom of 8 (you, his brothers, and the prince) Lucifer was rather happy to finally get a break and have you all to himself. You could tell by the excited yet somehow wild look in his eyes that you would be in for quite a treat.

As soon as Lucifer had locked the door and cast a muting spell to keep the prying others at bay, he eyed you with this sort of hunger. There was a sense of desire, need even, to be with you. To show you off as his own. To have you as close to him as possible. "Darling," his smooth yet rather worn voice calmly murmured, "I'm going to try something I've been wanting to try for a long time. I'm going to ask you to cooperate." The demon began to diligently and oh so slowly pull off his gloves. As his pale skin appeared so did the long cloak accented with golden peacock feathers. "I hope you don't mind if you... tide me over until supper." You didn't immediately realize exactly what Lucifer meant but when you felt yourself shrinking you did get an idea. "Y-you're going to eat me?!?" The panic in your voice only amused Lucifer. "Yes, but not without the proper protection. You'll be out in time to eat as well. And our... pact..." He somewhat chokes on the words. "Prevents me from harming you in any physical way. No other magic is necessary." You looked nervous to say the least, but when you started shrinking you knew there was absolutely no turning back.

Warnings from here on out: g/t, soft vore.

You kept getting smaller and smaller until you were merely the size of a goldfish. Lucifer's snide grin looking down at you only made you feel that much more helpless and at the demon's mercy. He plucked you up by the collar and examined you closely. "So... resistant..." he mumbled as you squirmed. Sure you trusted Lucifer with your life but being at a potentially lethal height to fall from scared you. You were dropped but only into Lucifer's awaiting mouth. He sighed the moment he got a taste of your flesh. "It's been so long..." The words shook your whole world and the movement of his tongue bounced you about like a pinball in a machine. Your yelping only made the situation more enjoyable for your captor. "Be good and stay still." His voice was demanding and, like the majority of the rest of his family, you knew not to cross Lucifer. Your thrashing about halted as you tumbled back towards the dark, long throat. One swift gulp sent you down into Lucifer's innards.

Upon hitting bottom it was rather easy to hear the purring of satisfaction coming from your host. Slowly you began to grow back to normal. "I hope you can make yourself comfortable. Soon you'll be back to your normal size. Not all my brothers could hold you quite that big even if they wanted to." The cockiness in Lucifer's voice resonated with you even more than usual seeing as you were caught in his stomach. It took merely a few moments for you to return to normal and curl up inside the stomach. The purring above only got louder. "You, my darling, were exactly what I needed." Lucifer's stomach certainly had to be poking out of his vest by now, if not have broken the buttons. "So filling..." Your captor shifted backwards onto the bed and rested a hand still over you. He felt around just enough to find your back and slowly started rubbing. "Comfortable?" You thought for a moment. Yes, you were comfortable. It wasn't spacious or even forgiving, you were packed tight inside, but you were at ease. With the power of the third strongest demon there ever was, nobody could get to you now.

You could hear voices outside not a moment later. Obviously somebody had opened the door. "I'm going to stand up now, y/n." At least Lucifer had the manners to give you a warning before jostling you around. A few strides and a decent bit of yelling later, you were back exactly as you were: lying in Lucifer's stomach as he felt just as satisfied as you were.

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me (chapter two)

a/n: ayy look at me getting another chapter out before a century passes

story summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.

chapter summary: Levi is up to bat first, but he'll need his Henry by his side to get through it.

pairing: could be lucifer/reader, but i’m leaving it gen for now.

warnings: none; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers since author can’t remember when shit happened in canon; not proofread/betaread; author is a psychology grad student which is its own warning; angst and trauma; minor medical metaphor towards the end

current rating: t; may change.

chapter wc: ~3k

title taken from “therapy” by dresage & g smith

chapter one

A knock on your door as you get ready for classes isn’t unheard of. It’s the demon who greets you that’s the surprise.

“Levi? Come in,” you say, ushering him in and shutting the door.

He’s put himself together today. Every button is done up and his shirt is neatly tucked—even his pants have a sharply ironed crease to them. His hair, usually messy and in his face, is combed back with not a strand out of place.

“You look nice.” It’s hard to keep the shock and skepticism out of your voice, but you think you manage given the way his cheeks darken.

“I was thinking about the meeting,” he says to the ground. “About my work with the navy and stuff.”

You turn to rummage in your drawers for a tie, gesturing for him to continue. Levi doesn’t do well with eye contact and conversations are always easier for him if you’re not looking at him. His voice is stronger when he speaks again.

“It’s not something I really talk about, you know? But I am proud of it. And I just thought maybe I should, like, try to put more of it in my life? I don’t know if I’m making sense.”

“You are.” There’s the damn tie you want. You flip up your collar and start to put it on.

Levi huffs when your fingers fumble the knot. “Let me?”

The offer stuns you both, especially when he takes the offending fabric away from you. You risk a glance at him to make sure he isn’t about to pass out. His face is a startling cherry color, but there’s determination in his eyes.

“I feel like I’m cosplaying myself actually,” he says with a laugh. “Maybe I’ll hate it today. I mean, the others are going to make a huge deal over it.”

“You’ll have your Henry to back you up,” you assure him as he finishes a perfect knot.

“Th-thanks.”

Levi moves out of your space just as quickly as he stepped into it. He seems to breathe a bit easier once you’re no longer sharing air. Grabbing your bag from your desk, you catch sight of the schedule Diavolo sent you last night.

“You know you don’t have to do this for your appointment, right?” you ask carefully.

His face falls at the reminder. “I’m not doing it for that. Though, of course, they put me up first. I’m the one they probably think needs the most help—“

You give his sleeve a sharp tug. “Hey, knock it off. It’s just the way the schedule worked out. You know, the one that I made?”

Levi seems even more crestfallen than ever.

“Leviii,” you draw his name out. “I scheduled it like this because you have that event later this week, remember? You told me you’ve been waiting forever for season two of The Panopticon’s Revenge to drop and you wanted to see how fast you could speedrun it on your first playthrough!”

“Oh. Yeah, I forgot that’s coming out,” he mumbles, all bluster taken out of him.

You tug on his sleeve again, careful not to make sudden skin contact. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for breakfast.”

True to form, his brothers do make a big deal out of Levi’s look. Well, Beel’s too busy eating and Belphie’s still asleep, so it’s just the Terrible Trio to cause a fuss. Lucifer, predictably, has already left.

“Levi, you should’ve told me last night you wanted to do this!” whines Asmo. “I have a gel that would be great for your hair.”

The demon in question focuses harder on his toast.

Mammon shakes his head. “Don’t know why ya wanted to dress up, though. It’s just RAD.”

“It’s not a crime to want to look nice, dummy,” shoots back Asmo with a glare.

“It’s not just RAD, though. Am I right?” asks Satan over his book.

“Oh, you got that meeting today? Damn, you’re not gonna impress ’em just by combin’ your hair.”

You carefully set down your water glass so it makes an audible thud against the table. “Gentlemen, that’s enough.”

Levi flashes you a relieved smile.

Beel passes a plate of shadow hog bacon across to the third-born. “Here, you’ll want protein so you’ve got enough energy if you’re staying late today. Just carbs won’t be enough.”

Peace is restored to the dining room and breakfast doesn’t end in bloodshed. Some days, it’s all you can ask for.

After your Devildom History class, Levi pulls you aside.

“Come with me?” he pleads. “Idon’twannagoalone.”

You’re exhausted and have a mountain of homework (thanks, Professor Marchosias, for the 30-page potions essay), but Levi’s luminous eyes stare at you with desperation. His shirt is untucked and it looks like he’s been running his hands through his hair.

“I get first character pick when we play Ascendance next?” you barter.

It’s always a struggle when you play together because both of you want to be the dragon knight and neither of you handles defeat very well. You’d go with him regardless, but he’ll feel less bad about it if you’re getting something out of it. And you really want to practice this combo you saw online.

“Absolutely!” cries Levi. “I’ll even let you win just please, please come with me—“

Your glare stops his relieved rant in its tracks. “You better not ‘let’ me win, Leviachan, or I will spoil the series end of Primeval Throne before you can catch up.”

“MC!”

You slip into an empty classroom (pulling a stuttering Levi behind you by the sleeve) and dig a comb out of your bag. He takes you pushing him into a chair with surprising grace.

“It is very lucky Asmo slipped a jar of gel in my bag, hmm?”

Levi yelps when you start to brush the comb through his tangled hair. It’s not too badly messed up, but you can tell he didn’t use anything stronger than water to slick it back. The gel works well with his hair, just as Asmo said.

“You made sure it’s not anything, I don’t know, weird, right?” asks Levi nervously.

“It’s got glitter in it and is charmed to dye your hair pink,” you deadpan.

“What?!”

You tap him on the head with the end of the comb. “Chill, Levi. It’s just gel, I swear.”

Once he’s put back together, Levi huffs and straightens his shoulders. He adamantly refused your help with his rumpled clothes.

“It’s just a meeting, not a battle,” you say, following him out the door and across campus.

Levi hums. “I mean, it kinda is? A battle with myself, I mean. Plus, it helps to think of it like a battle in a game or something.”

His insightfulness isn’t new to you, but the sentiment rattles around your brain while you walk. He’s not wrong. You’ve done enough therapy back in the Human Realm to know that. Sometimes you have to fight your own demons to make progress. Pun hopefully unintended.

“Ah, Grand Admiral, you’re right on time,” greets a tall demoness when you both enter the designated room.

It’s probably usually used as a lounge of some sort given the couches and small kitchenette. A host of runes glow as you shut the door behind you. Levi rounds on the stranger, tail flickering in and out of existence.

“Just privacy and security,” she assures him, hands raised with a gentle smile. “Duke Barbatos oversaw their implementation himself.”

Levi calms when you rest a finger on the back of his arm. “Sorry, just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Not at all. Please, be seated.” She gestures at the couch across from her. “MC, you’ve come to join him?”

You nod, sitting down and pulling Levi with you. She looks to your friend for confirmation or acquiescence—though it’s hard to tell from the polite smile she keeps.

“I wanted company,” says Levi after a moment.

“Perfectly fine.” She nods. “How about I introduce myself a bit and we can get started?”

A tray appears with a wave of one clawed hand. Small pies and cookies are arranged delicately around a contingent of drink options.

“There are savory and sweet options,” she continues, choosing a soda you’re familiar with from back home. “They should all be human-safe, but maybe stay away from the purple juice? I think it has nightshade in it.”

“Beel’s going to love you,” you say, laughing when Levi nods solemnly.

She smiles, this time a little bigger and less practiced. “I look forward to meeting him. Now, my name is Yoraissa. There’s a long and complicated version, but I went by ‘Rissa’ when I studied in the Human Realm. You’re free to call me whichever you’d prefer.”

“You studied in the Human Realm?” asks Levi. His eyebrows (no longer hidden by his hair) shoot upwards.

Rissa nods. “I attended a human university for my psychology degree about five years ago. I’m still a licensed doctor in the country I studied in, actually. There are a few clients I meet with topside, though much of my practice is dedicated to demons.” She pauses to let that sink in and takes a sip of her soda. “After I got my degree there, I came back to get my degree in demon psychology.”

“There’s a difference?” Levi reaches for flavored water, passing you one without asking.

“Of course,” replies Rissa. “Not only are we different physically, but mentally as well. I won’t bore you with the technical jargon, but even the way we use our senses or process emotions is different.”

You bite down on the urge to grill her for more information. This is meant to be about helping Levi—not satisfying your curiosity. Rissa, as if sensing your intrigue, shoots a grin at you.

“I have a couple of books I can recommend on the topic if you want.”

“That would be great,” you reply. As long as you can keep Satan from thieving them.

Rissa taps one delicate claw to the dark skin of her cheek. “A final thing to note is that, by birth, I am a succubus. I don’t use my more…traditional powers when meeting with clients, but I am attuned to ambient moods. This means I will pick up on deception and hesitation, so lying won’t be any good with me. On a more positive note, I will know if we start to hit topics that are a little raw and I will know when to start backing off.”

Levi shifts uncomfortably next to you, though you think it’s about her powers more than her heritage. He told you offhand once that his second-in-command is actually an incubus under Asmo’s domain.

“Useful,” you supply when he doesn’t say anything.

“In my line of work?” Rissa laughs, showing off fangs that almost glow in contrast to her deep skin. “Most definitely.”

She caps her soda and faces Levi directly, though her eyes focus on the tablet in her lap. “I want to get a grasp of you as a whole for this first session, okay? So we’ll just be covering some basics and anything you want to talk about.”

Levi nods. “Okay.”

They run through the story of the brothers’ fall, sidestepping the topic of Lilith. Rissa furrows her brow when he avoids talking about his sister and makes a note on her tablet. Part of you wants to let her know she’ll probably make that same note seven times over.

“You were in charge of the Celestial Navy?” she asks.

“Yeah.” Levi looks down at his fingers and starts picking at the polish. “Back then, we had a lot more battles and assignments, so I was constantly busy.”

“Not anymore?”

He shakes his head. “No, not since the Accords were signed.”

Your Realm Politics class covered this a bit at the beginning. The Accords are a treaty signed by both the Celestial and Infernal Realms. Basically, it boils down to a peace treaty, though there are some sections dedicated to inter-realm travel and visitation. Diavolo used it as the basis for the exchange program.

None of the brothers have used the clause stating they are allowed short visits upstairs, as far as you’re aware. Not that that’s very surprising.

“What do you usually do now?” asks Rissa.

“Video games, anime, manga…” Levi shrugs. “I still run the Infernal Navy, but it’s not as time-consuming.”

“Do you want more to do in your official position?”

“No!” he objects. “That would mean another war a-and more violence and death and—“

You press your thigh against his. “Deep breaths, Leviachan,” you murmur into his ear.

Rissa shoots you a thankful look as his breathing calms and the flush vanishes from his face.

“I just… Everyone does stuff, you know? Even Mammon’s got his greed demons to manage and Belphie’s got the sleep paralysis department. What do I have?” Levi digs his hand into his hair.

You weren’t aware of this department Belphie has, but you plan on figuring out what the hell that is all about.

Rissa hums. “You don’t consider running the navy to be something?”

“I mean, not really? Besides training, diplomatic missions, cargo escorting, and patrols, there’s not really much.”

“That sounds like a lot to me,” she replies neutrally.

Levi shrugs again.

“Don’t each of you oversee a punishment level?” you ask. “Like, the sins and all that?”

“Technically, yeah. Mine isn’t really a lot of work, since it’s just, like, literally burning hot tombs. People in my circle are locked in them—kind of like coffins, I guess.”

You blink. Demons, right. It’s not the horrifically hot coffins that are the issue, but the lack of work involved with them.

A clock on the wall chimes the hour, signaling the meeting is over. Rissa finishes her soda and holds up a finger.

“There’s some reading I want you to take a look at, Leviathan,” she says. “It’s from the Human Realm, but I think it’s close enough to be relevant. A lot of soldiers can feel listless after returning home from battle, especially if ‘home’ has changed dramatically. It’s just a couple of articles, nothing too technical or dry, I promise.”

Levi presses his thigh more firmly against yours but nods anyway.

“I’ll email them to you. I see you later this week, right? With Mammon?” confirms Rissa.

A long, pained groan comes from the demon next to you.

Rissa joins in when you laugh, the sound as melodic and enchanting as you’d expect from a lust demon. “Don’t worry about having read the before then—just before our next individual session, okay?”

You both thank the demoness for her time and stand to leave.

“MC? Can I have a second? I just wanted to pass on those book titles to you.”

You wave Levi on, shutting the door behind him. Rissa scribbles frantically on a notepad.

“I had a second reason for keeping you actually,” she confesses.

“I figured,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. “If it’s about me being here, I’m sorry, it won’t happen—“

Rissa glances up and shakes her head with wide eyes. “No, no. You misunderstand me. I was going to ask you to attend whatever sessions they feel comfortable having you at.”

You jolt a little at her insistence.

“I did some research into the brothers,” she says. “Admittedly, there isn’t much. There’s even less on Prince Diavolo and Duke Barbatos, of course. But I do know that all this change in them the Realm has seen over the last few months has been due to your influence. You are a large part of their lives.”

“I’m not sure how much I would attribute it to me.”

Rissa pins you with a no-nonsense look. “Leviathan was one of the ones I worried about the most in terms of getting him to open up. You calmed him down and kept him on track. This whole program was your brainchild. And, forgive my frankness, but it’s about damn time.

“MC, I’ve seen enough at events and in public to know just how much they rely on you. Today’s session only underscores that. Just being here would do a lot. I’m not saying you have to be at every meeting, but if they ask…”

Your face twists a bit under the heavy responsibility this throws on you. She’s not wrong. The past few months have been an exercise in guerrilla counseling and peacekeeping. Still, the idea sits wrong on your tongue.

“What about doctor-patient confidentiality?” you ask. “Or private things they don’t want me there for?”

“There will always be the option for them to ask you to step outside,” she assures you. “And you’re the last person that would betray their confidence, I think.”

Again, she isn’t incorrect.

Rissa jots something else down on the notepad before ripping off the page and handing it to you.

“The last one is a spell you can cast at the start of each meeting. It works similarly to the runes on the door but needs to be applied each time. Nothing said in the hour that follows will be discussed without the focus of the spell’s consent. I have the runes because it’s a tasking spell to cast for me, but your power levels shouldn’t be affected like mine are.”

She lays a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Think about it. That’s all I’m asking.”

You agree despite your reservations before bidding the demoness goodbye and joining a quiet Levi.

The first session of therapy is always difficult. Much of the “getting to know you” stage involves disclosing painful events or topics without much in the way of treatment. Like treating an infection, sometimes you have to open the wound again to drain the sickness out.

Levi lets you hold his hand on the walk back home. You choose the elven mage when he boots up Ascendance.

Lucifer doesn’t appear for dinner. You’ve stopped expecting him to.

tagging some people that reblogged the first chapter: @inb4belphienaps @velaris-citizen-in-devildom @ice-icebaby @omsimping @pandapantslovesyou @alexeizzo @stormberrie @bunnaccino @abberant-butler

it won't let me tag everyone idk why but i've never done a long fic on here before nor a taglist. if you want to be added to the taglist, shoot me an ask and i'll figure it out. (and if you want to be removed don't feel bad just let me know)

i should have this cross-posted on my ao3 soon, but this will be the best place to get new updates as i honestly forget ao3 exists sometimes.

final note: if you caught the magnus archives reference, i love you endlessly.

#obey me!#obey me leviathan #obey me fic #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #tags for the whole story even if they don't pop up this chapter #lo.writes #lo.long walk

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