#Namely the buttons and Lucifer's collar

[eissaphir]

I thought of this with a carnival in mind but feel free to interpret this any way you want. Looking at you, Radioapple shippers

[prettiestgrlinthemorguexo]

Swipe (Lucifer Morningstar x reader smut)

We finally made it to the last and final part of Swipe! And it’s the smut chapter. I’m so happy so many of you guys love my work and I’m so excited to see write for Lucifer, Alastor and vox in more five and ofc ill people’s request!! They are always open!!

IF YOUR NOT +18 PLEASE LEAVE AND DONT READ!

Reader is implied female but I will continue to use they/them

I legit foam at the mouth for submissive bottom Lucifer and you all have to suffer :)

Warnings:Smut, lots of smut, p in v sex, oral (giving ),titty sucking, sub! Lucifer, soft Dom! Reader, Lucifer being a constant king, reader is the same height as our short king, dick ridding, edging, marking, bitting, creamie pie (USE PROTECTION)

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No ones POV

Y/N felt the smoke engulf them both, they shut their eyes tight. In only a few seconds they were no longer in the street, they were now in a room he room was in a circler shape with a bed in the upper center of the room. As they were taking in their new surroundings, they felt Lucifer’s arms tighten around their waist and felt their feet lift off the ground. Y/N gasp lightly feeling him pick them up and carry the over to large bed.

Y/N felt the bed and its satin sheets consuming them, when Y/N’s body hit the bed Lucifer made his way on top of them looking down at them. Lucifer’s eyes were glistening, begging for their permission, permission to feel them inside and out…

Y/N smiled deviously, grabbing the collar of his shirt, whipping him onto his back. He could barely react before Y/N was on his straddling him. Lucifer’s face turned a dark red at his, he could already feel his pants tighten up. Y/N looked down at him, their now hooded eyes looking down as his widen one, begging for more. “Stay still..” Y/N said to him before standing up. Lucifer nodded as he’s eyes never left there, until they reached for the hem of their shirt, pulling off their shirt. Lucifer’s eyes widen, “fuck..” he whispered softly. He could feel his blood rushing to his cock.

Y/N’s eyes never left his, they could see him already getting riled up. They smiled as they pulled down their pants, Y/N now stood in from of him in only their bra and panties. “Take off your shirt.” Said to him, it wasn’t a request, it was closer to a demand. Lucifer was quick to unbutton his shirt, this motions were eager. As he finished unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it in an unknown direction, Y/N made their way back to the edge of the back standing over him. They couldn’t help but notice to bulge in this pants. Y/N smiled as they got between his knees. Rubbing his bulge. Lucifer left out a breathy moan, it’s been so long since he’d last felt his with someone.

“May I?” Y/N asked as their fingers danced around the button of his pants. “Yes please..” Lucifer said in w almost beg, nodding his head. Y/N bite their lips and they were quick to undo his pants, they begin to pull his pants down, along with his boxers. As they did Lucifer’s cock sprung to life, sticking up. Y/N’s eyes lit up at the sight. He was about 8 inches and with a little bit of girth. Y/N could help but feel wet at the sight of Lucifer laying on the edge of the bed, cock hard begging to be pleased.

One of Y/N hand around the base of his cock the other was rubbing his thigh. Lucifer shivered at their touch, It was intoxicating. Before he knew it he felt their hot lips kiss this tip, already leaking with Pre-cum. Lucifer couldn’t help but moan out at it, before he could process it, Y/N took the head of his cock in their hot wet mouth.

Y/N couldn’t help but move their head down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch, tasting his sweet pre-cum. “Y/N…” Lucifer moaned out, his hand making his way down to their head, feeling their soft hair. Slowly Y/N moved their head up and down, taking every inch. Nearly every time they moved their head he left out a symphony of moans, ranging from little begs, small curses and their Y/N’s name. “Fuck Y/N!” He was moaning their name like a prayer. Y/N couldn’t help but start to feel wet, they moved their eyes up as they sped up the past, their hand stroking the base of their cock. They watched Lucifer’s face, a flushed red face, an expression of pure pleasure.

Lucifer’s once gentle hold on their H/C hair now was a desperate grip, a fist full of their hair. Lucifer couldn’t help but thrust softly into their throat, chasing that sweet release. Y/N could tell he was close to painting their throat white, before he could, Y/N removed him from their mouth with a small little ‘pop!’. Lucifer let out a moan closer to a whine, feeling the pleasure stop. The wetness in Y/N’s panties started to become unbearable. They stood up as they unclipped their bra letting it fall to the ground. As they got onto the bed removing their panties, their naked body now completely exposed to them. Lucifer’s face was flushed, cock aching for them.

Y/N slowly go onto him hovering over them. Lucifer’s hands quickly made their ways over to their waist. His claws pressed against their skin, leading to Y/N letting out a breathless moan. Y/N’s eyes met his again before slowly easing their wet pussy down this cock, they let out a moan at the foreign feeling. Y/N’s could feel themselves get stretched out, slowly but surely, every inch of Lucifer was in her wet cunt.

Lucifer looked at Y/N’s beautiful form, their flushed face and perfect body…it was all them and he loved every inch, his eyes full of want and desire. As he watched as them got comfortable to his size, his eyes found his way to their boobs, they were like a drug drawing him in. Before he could even process what he was doing he leaned up making their left nipple in his mouth, moaning and circling his tongue around it. Y/N moaned at the new feeling, it felt so good, the feeling giving her the energy to start to move.

Y/N started to move up and down Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer could help but moan softly bitting down on their breast. Y/N continued to moan and move up and down, feeling his tip hit their cervix. It felt so perfect. After keeping that pass for a while, Y/N began to speed up moving faster. Lucifer dug his nails into theirs hips. His mouth finally pulled away from their breast, seeing teeth and bite marks. His eyes were dark now, filled with Lust.

As Y/N sped up, Lucifer began to thrust into her, they both moaned at the feeling, a feeling of pure pleasure. Lucifer’s nails began to dig his nails deeper and his small thrust speeding up, Y/N knew he was close. As she moved with him, they grinder their body as-well. After a few more seconds, Lucifer came hard, filling them up. As he came he bit down into her shoulder, letting out a loud moan. Y/N moaned more feeling him bite, even after he came he didn’t stop thrusting.

Y/N moaned feeling the continuous thrust. Soon Lucifer pulled away from their shoulder. His teeth stained with blood from the deep bite on your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around their waist, Y/N’s body pressed against his own, soon Y/N’s Moans became more desperate, their body shacking…they were close. Lucifer didn’t stop. After a few more thrust between the two, Y/N came around Lucifer’s cock. Letting out a loud moan, their chest rising up and down. After Y/N orgasm, Lucifers upper half fell back onto the bed, pulling Y/N with him.

After laying their in the blissful after glow of their love making, sweat coating the two. Y/N was the first to speak up. “I think I can get used to this..” they said quietly with a soft laugh. Lucifer couldn’t help but smile at their words before kissing their head. “I think we both could..”

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[justawasteoftime1122]

The tiniest Lucifer x Reader oneshot ever

Makeout session

Very short cuz I've never written before 😬

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You feel you're heart hammer in you're chest as you draw a deep breath, your body splayed around on the desk with Lucifer staring down at you.

"Pfft" He laughs, eyes drifting around your body before meeting your desperate eyes. "I can tell you're hungry for more kitten" His eyes are warm with love as he looks at you.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the pet name. He always called you by your real name but this-

This felt so much fucking better.

You want to grab his sagging collar and pull him closer, but all you can do in your weak state is stare up at your red-cheeked, messy haired blonde.

"I-I" You manage to squeek, surprised you're tongue still worked after the miraculous kissing Lucifer could do.

"Yes. I want more."

You watch him smile and lower, peppering your skin with small kisses from the neck, slowly rising to your face.

Eventually his magic feeling lips reach yours and you feel yourself drifting away and melting.

You're tongues are intertwined and you share giggles and laughter. It feels incredible to feel him so close, but you can't help wishing you were closer.

You feel Lucifer gripping hard on your shoulders, before tearing apart. It nearly physically hurt for him to leave you, even for just a mere moment.

You watch him look you up and down as he reaches towards you and traces the buttons along your chest. You feel Adrenaline kick in and watch him, making no attempt to stop.

He looks you in the eyes. You can see the glittering pools of melted golds and lava in his eye-globes.

"May I?" He asks nodding to your button-up blouse.

You smile and nod.

"Yes, you may"

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My first time writing A. Make out sessions and B. X Reader. Hope you enjoyed 😊

( @speakofthedebbie @ravensdecent36 I though I said I was gonna tag you two when I did it? Idk it was a poll ages ago and I mentioned it-)

[micksture]

hello i’m back on the grind and today i bring you the fullbody refs i nearly did a backflip over 🌞 hope you’ll like em

notes under the cut

CHARLIE

- Former Princess of Hell. She resigned from her role and place in the royal home because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to fulfill her dream of redeeming Sinners. Her parents had different plans and expectations for her, and deem her as an embarrassment. Charlie lived in a dingy apartment and worked a couple of jobs for a few years to gather money. She struggled, but she finally earned enough to afford an empty, run down building. At the start, she and the gang will have to start rebuilding and renovating it to make the hotel she planned to build :p

- More goat motifs (ears, nose, horns, pupils, legs and hooves)

- Doll-like joints, which make her movements awkward and robotic at times

- Fangs and buck teeth <3

- Fluffy, puffy hair!!! The color is a mix of Lucifer’s hair back when he was still an angel (golden) and the hair he has now, after falling (red)

- One snake on each side of her head. Both of them are different species and have different personalities. They’re also super venomous, but she doesn’t rlly use that ability

- A mole under her left eye because I just couldn’t help myself hehe

- Tail that she can’t retract and has all the time. It’s a bit too short and just bothers her most of the time by accidentally knocking stuff over

- A blue ‘blouse’ (it’s actually a long sleeve top with buttons printed onto it, kinda like those silly faux tuxedo t-shirts) and shoes with accents of the same color, as any variant of blue is a vital part of the very loose dress code for the hotel’s workers. She also wears blue earrings and always adds a bit of blue to her makeup :3

- Other than that I think her outfit is pretty much similar? At least to the Pilot one

- I tried to sneak in some hearts to her design and just overall make her look friendly and awkward lolz

VANHI

- Former Exorcist angel. She gained consciousness during an extermination and was discarded solely because of that fact. Exorcists are programmed to be killing machines that feel nothing and don’t ask questions, so when they gain consciousness (which is very rare), their higher ups – so Lute and Adam – get rid of them. Vanhi was found by Charlie two days later, miraculously still alive. Charlie rushed her back to her apartment and slowly nursed her back to health, recognising her as an angel, but not an Exorcist. They’ve known each other for 3 yrs now, and they took some time to grow fond of each other but they’re getting there

- Obviously, the name change… She did used to be called Vaggie (when she was still an angel), changed it after being banished from the holy troops and left behind in Hell

- STRRRONG 💪💪💪💪 probs the strongest one out of the main six characters, at least physically

- Lots of scars all over her body from previous battles

- Long teased hair put up in a high ponytail for practical reasons. The black tips are dyed. Also RACOON TAIL!!!!!!!!

- Some moth motifs, like the antennas that mimic a bow and also her hair kinda resembles the wings of a moth when it is down.

- A funky ahoge (I think that’s what it’s called..) that looks like a halo :3

- A different eyepatch + protective gloves

- She wears a pink and white striped pullover under her blue shirt and she also has mismatched socks 👾

- Angelic spear, obvi.. its’ handle is a little bent in the middle, because Adam tried to snap it in half for dramatic effect and failed LMFAOJEBW BOZO

ANGEL DUST

- He’s a famous pornstar under Valentino’s contract, and he has been for some time now. Before that, he’d perform in clubs

- Lots of Valentino’s influence in his choice of clothing: shorts, boots, the black top, pink gloves + fur scarf, rings and the collar. The only thing that wasn’t gifted to him by the overlord is the pinstriped shirt and hat that he’s had since the very arrival in Hell. ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY FRIEND FOR THIS IDEA: the buttons on his suit are little flies because he’s a spider!!!!!!

- Six eyes, four arms (but he can also grow out two more), pedipalps and abdomen to rlly play into the spider theme

- His teeth are stained with Val’s red saliva

- He has lots of toned pink spots all over his body. I couldn’t rlly decide on an exact design for his markings and I felt like there was already a lot happening on him so I just went with little pink speckles

- Very fluffy :v

ALASTOR

- Powerful Overlord that came back from his seven years of radio silence to invest in the biggest flop of a project in Hell and stick around, seemingly just to laugh at its’ failure

- Toned down colors yay

- Long, pinstriped crimson suit worn over a beige dress shirt, 1930s inspired shoes (they still have the silly hoof prints on the bottom don’t worry) and a tie because I’m sick of the bazillion bowties 👿👿👿

- Voice box located between the top of the knot of his tie and the bottom of his high neck ruff. He often uses it to speak without moving his mouth

- The two sharp ridges that peek from under his neck ruff and have a white glow to them are actually a part of a collar. He’s forced to wear it because of his deal. It’s made of angelic metal, so he can’t really take it off anyway

- For the deer features, I changed his ears to be a little more deer-like, made his antlers bigger and gave him a deer nose :p He has a tail and hooves too but he hides them as much as possible

- No fuckass bob 🙏

- Couldn’t help myself and gave him a pencil mustache 🕴️

- Staff inspired by a 1930s microphone. It can be shortened to a regular mic or expanded to work as a cane!! It's a sentient being and it often adds to situations/conversations by playing sound effects. And yes it does have tiny antlers hehe

- Different monocle

- Some green accents because his magic is green idk

HUSK

-A former Overlord, long past his prime. His enjoyment of Alastor’s 7 year absence was short lived – now, he has to deal with even more annoying people in the hotel. He works the bar and because of Charlie’s request he’s allowed to only fix up mocktails instead of real alcoholic drinks

- Based his design on a mainecoon cat, so he’s super fluffy. Lots and lots of fur, which is unkempt because he gave up on trying to care for it a while ago

- Owl wings. His right wing is clipped (because of the deal with Alastor) and he can no longer fly. He can’t even expand this wing to its’ full length without having to painfully strain it to get it to move out even a little bit

- boy why u so eyebrow…….

- I live for chubby Husk <3

- A bunch of scars

- A rough beard and a droopy mustache

- A stained, patterned blue shirt with rolled up sleeves and a missed button at the top, tiny magician hat, black pants + suspenders and a green cloth to wipe empty glasses

- Give this poor man a break…

NIFFTY

- Used to work at a tailor shop and one day, she came across Alastor when he went in to get his suit fixed after a fight. Rather than being presented with a deal offer, she offered her soul to him herself. He agreed, of course, but he was so weirded out by this that he decided to spare her life to further observe her antics. They’ve grown fond of each other and now have a father-daughter relationship of sorts

- I rlly leaned into the idea of her being a bug… She’s a grasshopper/ant mix, so she has antennae and mandibles

- Fluffy, glowy hair that she curls with hair rollers every day

- Green eye (same shade as her dress)

- Freckles :3

- Big patterned dress, a matching head scarf, blue apron and blue cleaning gloves

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

4,10 and 19 ? 👀 (did I do it right ? Or do I have add something to it ?)

4. You know I'd do anything to keep you by my side right? Anything.

10. Let me call you mine just for tonight.

19. Never scare me like that again!

Nope you did it right! Lol Thank you for sending this in ☺️

Hope you don't mind if I use the prison au, it has me in a chokehold 😫 Au belongs to @rius-cave

Lucifer pulled Adam along by the collar of his jumpsuit back to their shared cell. He was fucking pissed at the ex-officer, how stupid can you be?!

Adam was sporting a freshly made black eye, given to him by one of the V gang members. He didn't say anything as he was pulled along, he did what he did for a reason and he'd do it again.

Lucifer all but threw Adam into their cell slamming the door behind them, he waited for the click to be sure the door was locked. Adam sat down on the bed and just waited for the ear full he knew he was in for. Lucifer came up to him and gripped Adam's jaw, making him look Lucifer in the eye. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!! Do you hear me? You could have fucking died!" Lucifer roared, his voice sounded angry, but it was laced with concern.

Adam rolled his eyes which earned him a stronger grip on his jaw. "Like you give a shit." He ground out.

Lucifer glared, the nerve of this prick! "Look," he started "I know you were only trying to get that V asshole off of Anthony, I agree the guy could use a shit kicking for what he does to that kid. But putting yourself in harm's way like that? Val wouldn't think twice about shanking you."

Adam and Anthony or 'Angel' as his street name was, have grown close in the clink. So when Adam saw that fucker smacking his friend around, it set something inside his soul on fire. So he stepped in and shoved the prick into his equally weird friend. That had earned Adam his black eye when Val stood back up. Apparently, he had more in mind than just blackening the ex-officers eye.

Lucifer had stepped in at the last second and stole the shank away and had embedded it into Val's ribcage.

Adam felt his eye throb at the memory. "Well, if you'd have let him, your job here would be done now wouldn't it?"

Lucifer was taken aback by this, but he recovered quickly. "Are you really that stupid? I take my deals very seriously. For as long as I own you, you will not be harmed as much within my power."

Lucifer got closer to his face, his blue eyes boring into Adam's dark brown ones, this close he thought he could see flecks of gold. "You know I'd do anything to keep you by my side, right? Anything." He growled out. What did he have to do to drive the point home?

Adam felt his breath hitch in his throat. Somehow this felt different, like something between has changed. "I don't know, do I know that?" Sure, there had been lingering touches, they showered together for fuck sakes and even shared a weird kiss but they had never done more than that.

"I don't like people touching what belongs to me. You're my bitch, only I can touch you." Lucifer trailed a hand, the one not holding Adam's jaw, down from Adam's neck to the buttons of his jumpsuit toying with them. He undid the top button and smiled when he felt Adam shiver. "Let me call you mine, just for tonight." He whispered against Adams lips.

Yes, he owned this man's ass but he wouldn't force him into any unwanted sexual situations. Lucifer wasn't a monster.

Adam swore the temperature in their cell was turned up to a suffocating degree, he was hot all over. He knew the blonde twink wasn't going to let him fuck him, Lucifer was planning on fucking him. Adam had never been with a man before. He always thought that if he did try to sleep with a man one day, it sure was shit wasn't gonna happen in prison.

Beggers can't be choosers he supposed.

"Okay." Was all he said before Lucifer's lips attached themselves to his own, stealing the air out of his lungs. Adam felt himself being pushed down into the bunk bed, Lucifer crawling on top of him. He felt his jumpsuit being unbuttoned.

Even if this was a mistake, a choice made in the heat of the moment with emotions running too high. Neither could deny afterwards how fucking great it had been.

[leviathanswingman]

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. 

[winterweary]

Obey Me: Most Shameful Kink Series

Belphegor + Hidden Vibrator

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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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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]

[raisoramizu]

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.

...

[alifitoc]

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.

[dreamerlucifer]

Sure do ♥

♠ AdamsApple ♠Static Moth ♠ValAngel ♦HuskerDust ♠Stolitzo The list is endless XD Not to mention, My fiance, Jamesin VonKult aka @fatass-adam and I, Lucifer VonKult, aka @dreamerlucifer, literally embody the Adamsapple life XD Which isn't even far fetched, since my actual name is Lucifer, though most just call me 'Luce' ♥

Jamesin, aka @fatass-adam, looks exactly like Adam IRL, it's scary XD Though we plan to cosplay them soon at a convention in May. Goin to Propose in the Hazbin Photoshoot, cause, "I'll be down on my knees, Cause I wanna TAKE YOU THERE........ HEAVEN HELP ME!!!

Haha... It's not traditional, since instead of a ring, I bought him a golden locking Halo collar >;} He doesn't wear rings, heh..

We're also going to Perform a little act for the cosplay section on stage, lip synching and acting out our relationship to the song, "Like a Prayer" I'll be singing to my Golden Boi, while he rocks out with his golden guitar ♥♥

A taste of the lyrics:

"Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour, I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice It's like an angel sighin' I have no choice I hear your voice Feels like flying

I close my eyes Oh God I think I'm fallin' Out of the sky I close my eyes Heaven help me"

It's going to at least be memorable ♥♥ well, we hope, anyway lol

This post just really Inspired me to Draw Stolitzo cuteness together right nao XD How fun ♥

THANKS FOR THE INSPIRATION @the-love-giver !!! Your blog inspired me to get back to maybe some watercolour instead of digital.. hmmm Sample of my watercolour vs my digital, you guys decide for me, kay?

Watercolour Sample:

And the Digital Sample:

Aaaand Sketchie Samples from Ask Me Requests and prompts ♥

I'll eventually finish them, but since they are free to interesting asks, I'll keep learning a Hazbin style of my own ♥

Eh, what the hell, Wanna learn more about Us, @fatass-adam aka @Chaz-time and myself, @dreamerLucifer aka @ballroom-blitzo

Here you'll find our other social media links, pics of us, and sample galleries from us, the Kults In Krime ♥

Ciao for Nao ♥

Many Warm Hugs you all!!!....

Ohh Yea, and don't forget to check out our Discord group Shenanigans, The Hellaverse ♥ It, coldf

reblog if you ship a ship that's unhealthy, toxic and fucked up

[kathyprior4200]

Hazbin Wonder (Teaser Trailer)

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

Charlie had never felt so humiliated in her life. She sat in her seat and curled into herself. Once again, her ideas were dismissed, mocked, ridiculed. No one was willing to see the good in themselves. The demons were content to wallow in suffering, violence, and cruelty until the end of their afterlives. Tears were already threatening to spill from her yellow eyes, but she held them in.

Maybe her father was right. What if she really was a failure, like everyone said?

As if reading her mind, Vaggie gave her a small hug. “You’re not a failure, Charlie. It’s just…no one understands your ideas. People think they’re…I don’t know…outlandish?”

She got a sad sigh from Charlie in response. “I just wanted to make things better for my people. I know I don’t feel much like a princess, but at the same time…I feel like it’s my duty…my destiny to being some cheer to this place.”

“Heh. No one can ever top your optimism,” Vaggie mentioned, with a playful roll of her orange eye. “Your happiness can be spotted miles away.”

A small smile formed on Charlie’s face. “Well, at least I can pull myself up and keep going…”

Vaggie stared, hopeful…

“…But today isn’t one of those days.”

Vaggie slumped slightly. “I did warn you not to sing.”

“I couldn’t help it,” she countered. “How else was I supposed to get my message across?”

“Not everyone likes singing and music all the time.”

“My family does.”

“But the other demons aren’t your family.”

Charlie stared out the window at the buildings whizzing by. “Sometimes I feel like my family is bigger than just my parents.” She turned to look at her girlfriend. “You’re my best friend, sorta like my sister…and the only one who seems to get me. You’re part of my family already.”

Vaggie chuckled softly. “Without me, you wouldn’t have lasted very long out in the big world.”

“For once, I agree with you there,” Charlie replied.

During several minutes of silence, the two demon girls locked hands just out of sight. It was their habitual way of showing comfort, and it worked on the many days when Vaggie didn’t want any hugs.

“Don’t get too discouraged,” Vaggie said. “We’ll get back to the hotel and figure things out from there.”

“I kinda feel like singing another lament now.”

“Please don’t.”

“Fine.”

The limo drove past the 666 Shop, the Nightmare Night Club, and an Evil Donuts store, complete with slime and worms displayed on the donut structure. Pink eyes decorated the ceiling of the car. Charlie curled into herself again and took a puff of breath. Even the painted eyes seemed to judge her every move. She glanced over at Vaggie, whose eye was twitching in annoyance.

Angel Dust was busy playing with the button, making the car window go up and down, up and down. He froze when he saw an angry Vaggie staring at him.

“What?” Angel Dust asked with a shrug.

“What? What?!” Vaggie shouted, pulling out chunks of her long white hair. “What were you doing?!”

Angel Dust sighed. “Aw come on! I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn’t that a ‘redeeming quality?’ Helping friends with stuff?”

“Not with turf wars that result in mass murder and destruction!” Vaggie replied.

“Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred,” he said with a snicker. “It wasn’t that bad anyway.”

He propped up his long legs and pushed the window button again. Vaggie tossed a dagger at the button, and it fizzed out in a shower of sparks. Angel Dust stared, shocked and terrified. Vaggie growled in warning.

“Aw come on, I had to!” Angel Dust protested. “My credibility was on the line!” He sighed. “I mean what kind of reputation would I have of people found out I was trying to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona.” He lifted up his furry chest for emphasis.

“Your credibility?” Vaggie asked in anger. “What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!”

“No, no no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look…uh, sad. And pathetic! Like an orphan, with no arms. Or legs. Uh…oh with progeria!” Charlie covered her face with her hair as Angel Dust blabbered on.

“Great! Now I’m bummed just thinking about it! This thing have any liquor?” He bent down to the floor and tossed a bottle aside. He then flicked a wrapper away onto a seat.

Vaggie was fuming. “Can you please just try to take this seriously?”

“Fine, I’ll try. Just don’t get your taco in a twist, baby.”

Vaggie stood up with hands on her hips. “Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?”

“Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Vaggie swore, crossing her arms and sitting back down.

“Too, late, toots. Wait, would that make me double dead?” He laughed slowly and loudly. “And where exactly do I go? To double Hell?”

He laughed again. “You’re stuck with me, bitch. Get used to it.”

Vaggie swore in Spanish. “Eat shit, bastard.”

“Listen, who cares if some jagoffs got hurt?” Angel Dust nonchalantly asked. “Most of them are ugly freaks. Look around! Got a bunch of fuckin’ harlequin babies down there.”

“You’re one to talk,” Vaggie muttered with a small smirk.

Angel Dust then yelled “Hey!” in protest. “This body is flawless! Everyone wants some of me and I’ve got the creepy fan letters to prove it!”

He pulled out a dirty piece of paper from his chest that read: “Show me your feet! Brandon. #1 fan/critic.” There was a picture of a young Angel Dust in the lap of a naked fat green man, licking Angel Dust with his green tongue. He had a tattoo of Angel Dust with a red crossed out sign.

This time, Charlie spoke up. “That was really uncool, ya know, Angel.”

Vaggie growled and turned to her friend. “Uncool?!” She mentioned to Angel Dust. “After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel.” She turned to the spider. “All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!”

Angel Dust glanced at a discarded pile of ash and used cigarettes. “Does this mean I don’t get a free room anymore?”

Vaggie spread out her hands as if asking “Well, what do you think?”

He let out a mock sigh and snap. “Ah, well, shucks.”

Charlie pulled off her dark pink jacket, revealing a white shirt with a black bowtie.

“Hey, come on, we don’t know if things are over yet. Try to relax, Vaggie. It’ll be okay!”

Now it was Vaggie’s turn to let out a small smile of thanks. Charlie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and her friend calmed down.

“What would I do without you?” Vaggie asked. She and Charlie slowly leaned into each other, their heads gently touching.

“Get a room, girls!” Angel Dust remarked, before receiving a “Shut up!” from both of them.

Finally, the crew arrived at the Happy Hotel. It was a good enough building fit for any demon who wanted to stay a few nights. Eye catching on the outside, but messy on the inside. Eye designs lined the border of a dark pink circus canopy at the front like a creepy mosaic. Branches jutted out from the roof as part of the structure. Old fashioned lanterns attached to the wall had flames flickering inside, nonstop. The double doors consisted of stained-glass windows with red apples in the center. Little stained glass snake eyes peered unblinkingly at them from around the larger window in the door.

Angel Dust, Vaggie, and Charlie got out of the car and threw open the double doors. A random black bug scurried away from the incoming light. A yellow sign read “Concierge” behind a pink “welcome” banner. The check in table was decorated with colored flags leaning toward the floor and random balloons with small star shapes on them. A vase was decorated with yellow eyes along the sides. Another flowerpot was in the shape of a human mouth…white flowers posed above. Vaggie sighed and plopped onto a red cushioned couch in the style of a monster’s mouth.

The red rug down the hallway was decorated with the same eyeball designs, apples on the end, plus shadow skulls of horned monsters in the center.

All around the room were pictures of Charlie as a little girl with her father and mother on various trips. One picture showed her and Vaggie in front of a castle at Loo-Loo World, Hells’ version of Disney World.

Angel Dust came across a red fridge leaning low against the wall. He opened the door and pulled out a purple box labeled “Popsies.” He shrugged at the dripping ruined box and took out a popsicle. He gave it a lick.

“It’s prolly a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y’know, to feed all the wayward souls ya got in here.” He laughed nervously, trying to cheer Charlie up. But Charlie just sat sadly on a wooden box in a darkened area of the room. Angel Dust closed the fridge door, sucked on a popsicle and reached out one of his arms to her…then hesitated. He walked away, letting Charlie have some alone time.

“I hope Alastor doesn’t show up,” muttered Vaggie.

“Who?” Angel Dust asked.

“Wait, you’ve never heard of him before?” Vaggie asked, surprised. “You’ve been here longer than me!”

Angel Dust shrugged his shoulders.

“The Radio Demon, one of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?” Vaggie asked.

“Eh, I’m not too big on politics,” Angel Dust replied.

Vaggie let out an annoyed sigh before leaning in close to explain.

“Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. He began to topple Overlords who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power has never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him The Radio Demon. (As lazy as that is). Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world’s most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing’s for sure: He’s an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we cannot risk getting involved with, unless we want to end up erased.”

Charlie walked past the two posing elephant statues balancing balls on their trunks, and toward the front door. She opened the door and went outside. Holding out her purple cell phone, (or “Hell Phone, hah, get it?”) she pressed an icon with the word “Mom” decorated with horns and pointed tails on the m’s.

Charlie took a deep breath as a voicemail tone came through.

“Hey Mom. Um, I know I keep calling, and you must be busy. Really busy. But, um…the interview didn’t go well and…I don’t know if I’m going to make a difference. I don’t know what I’m doing. I could really use some advice, Mom.”

She slid down and sat on the stone ground, tears falling from her eyes. She wiped some away with her arm. “I think Dad was…right about me. A-anyway, I’ll stop talking before this gets too long. Love you! Bye.”

She ended the call with a tap and rubbed her eyes with her hand. Standing back up, she opened the door, closed it, and leaned against the stained-glass window, eyes closed.

What was she supposed to do now?

A slow ominous knocking from outside interrupted Charlie’s thoughts. She opened her eyes.

Knock. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock.

It was a rhythmic knock, sounding like “shave and a haircut.”

 An ice cold feeling of dread spread through her veins. No other demon would ever do that kind of knock.

Unless…

She tentatively reached out her hand to the door handle and quickly pulled it open…

But it wasn’t Alastor who stood grinning at the door…

0 0 0

Charlie opened her eyes when she heard a “shave and a haircut” knock on the door. She stood up on shaking legs.

The scene shifted to Alastor humming and strolling along in the Pride Ring.

Voiceover: “After countless exterminations…”

Little Charlie appeared, staring out the window with tears in her eyes as the Exorcist angels came down to slaughter the Sinners with their weapons.

“I can’t bear to watch my people get killed every year. They never even get a chance.”

Charlie slowly walked toward the double stained-glass doors.

Voiceover: “…and seven years…”

Charlie sat on a couch next to Vaggie. “I haven’t heard from my mom in seven years. I hope she’s doing okay.”

“I believe in you, Charlie,” said Vaggie, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure she does, too.”

Charlie appeared outside, curled on her knees, leaving a voicemail to her mother. “The speech on TV…didn’t go well. Maybe dad was right about me…”

Voiceover: “…Princess Charlie will do all she can to save her people.”

“Are you sure this hotel idea of yours will even work?” asked Angel Dust, sucking on a popsicle.

“You know he’s just here for the free room, right?” Vaggie mentioned to Charlie.

Charlie sighed. “I have to start somewhere. A safer place like this will surely help other Sinners work out their problems. Then off to Heaven, they go!”

Vaggie looked around the place. “This place sure looks rundown. We’ll need a miracle to get things up and running.”

Voiceover: “He’s back…”

Charlie reached for the doorknob.

“The Radio Demon, one of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?” Vaggie asked Angel Dust as a slender demon-form Alastor grinned evilly as a bunch of Sinners and Overlords ran away.

Angel Dust shrugged.

Voiceover: “The malicious mastermind…”

Alastor glanced up at the hotel. “Time to make some changes around here.” Brief scenes of Alastor transforming the hotel to his liking appeared. Charlie and Alastor danced, Vaggie not looking happy.

Voiceover: “Charlie witnesses the arrival of…”

The music swelled as Charlie threw open the door. She looked up and down at the demon standing before her: an aquatic man wearing dark pants, a purple and black hotel uniform and red and yellow sunglasses.

“Hel…”

Charlie slammed the door. She paused and opened it, fearfully.

“…lo!”

She slammed it again.

She turned her head with wide eyes. “Hey Vaggie?”

“What?” Vaggie asked in a frustrated tone.

“Some strange fish man is at the door!” she grinned nervously.

Vaggie sat up. “What?!”

“Who?” asked Angel Dust.

“What should I do?!” Charlie wondered, pulling at her eyes.

“Well, don’t let him in!” Vaggie demanded.

Charlie turned around and saw him grinning in the hallway, hands folded behind him.

“He’s already in!” she cried.

Vaggie aimed her spear at him in the hall. “Stop right there! Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Rolando,” he greeted with a bow. “It’s a great honor to be in the presence of Princess Charlie.”

“Wait…he’s not Alastor,” Vaggie began. “Okay, fish face, I don’t want any evil shenanigans from you, understand?”

Rolando ran his fingers through her hair, and she flinched. “Aren’t you a feisty little angel?”

Vaggie’s face turned red with anger and panic. “D-don’t you dare call me that!”

“Hehehe. Sorry, Vagatha.”

“That’s not my name, asshole!”

“Whoa, this is so cool,” Charlie said in the entrance as the others began to arrive: Alastor, Husk, Niffty, Mimzy, Crymini, Cherri Bomb, Sir Pentious and Baxter.

“Welcome to the Happy Hotel!” Charlie greeted her clients. “Where every Sinner can feel right at home.”

Alastor chuckled. “Actually, it’s called the “Hazbin Hotel,” you know, since we’re all Hazbins here. Eh? Clever title, am I right?”

“Very,” Rolando grinned. “Though I’m thinking more along the lines of, ‘Welcome to the Hazbin Wonder: it’s no wonder we’re all Hazbins!’”

Alastor glared. “Um, great line, fish guy, but I’m the one designing the place. See?”

He waved his arms at the deer antler decorations and the dancing shadow demons. He made a radio scratch of annoyance as Rolando manifested ocean décor on another side of the lobby and hung up a portrait of himself.

“Now that’s more like it!”

“No, no, no,” Alastor seethed, despite his grin. “The ocean stuff has to go. The Hazbin Hotel is my idea!”

“I believe it’s called the Hazbin Wonder,” Rolando countered. “And I met Charlie first, so too bad for you.”

Charlie held up a shaking finger, “Um…guys? I believe my hotel’s called the Happy Hotel?”

“Nope!” Alastor and Rolando fired at the same time.

Vaggie later faced Charlie. “Alastor is dangerous enough as he is. But I also don’t trust that Rolando guy.”

“Why?” asked Charlie. “Both of them are just trying to help.”

“It’s obvious that both of them want to see your project fail,” Vaggie warned. “Don’t make a deal with either of them. Ever!”

“Don’t worry,” said Charlie. “I remember what my dad said, ‘you don’t take shit from other demons.’”

She spotted her friends sitting on a couch in front of an old TV.

“Hey, Charlie, we’re watching an old movie. Want some popcorn?” Rolando asked.

“Sure!” she called hurrying off. Vaggie facepalmed.

Rolando sat next to Niffty on the couch in front of the fireplace.

“So you must be Niffty,” he said.

“Oh, you’re a man.”

“Yes.”

“I’m a friend of Alastor and Husk. This place is crawling with tasty rats and bugs…gotta make sure this place is clean.” She giggled.

“Do you ever miss home?”

“This is my new home, I guess.”

Rolando’s eyes glowed and his face darkened. “I mean, your old home, the place where you worked as a housemaid in the 50s and your estranged jealous lover tossed you into the fireplace to slowly burn?”

A tense pause. Niffty stared and blinked.

Then she grinned with hunger at Rolando who looked taken aback. “Oooh, I found a new favorite bad boy!”

“Welcome to the Happy Hotel…” Charlie began.

“Hazbin Hotel…” Alastor added.

“Hazbin Wonder,” Rolando corrected.

“…Sir Pentious!” Charlie grinned.

Sir Pentious walked in.

“Hey Sir Pentious! Vox’s behind you,” Rolando called.

“Ack! Where?!” Sir Pentious jumped. Everyone stared at him.

Sir Pentious held up his hands as Rolando snickered in the background. “Oh, heeheheh, sorry! I don’t know any Vox! Um, just, very happy to be here at the place where you can help people. Yay.”

“This is my project,” Alastor spat at Rolando. “I’ve killed dozens of Overlords, have dozens of demons under me, and I alone have the pizzazz to make this work for me.”

“We both want to enjoy the Sinners fail, what wrong with that?” Rolando asked.

“What wrong with that is that you’re in the way,” Alastor added. “Shouldn’t you be dead meat in whatever ocean you came from?”

“No more dead than you used to be in New Orleans,” Rolando responded. “You hang out with your mom much? She in Hell…or perhaps not.”

Alastor’s eye twitched. “You…”

“Try sending her a postcard…it may or may not get through the golden gates.”

Alastor whirled in on Rolando, his eyes red radio dials.

“Time to die, fish face…”

“Alastor! Can you come over here please?” Rosie’s voice thrilled from outside.

Rolando grinned as he slipped away from the Radio Demon. “I believe your mistress is calling…”

“Oh hey, Charlie,” Rolando said. “Sorry I had to move the picture of you and Seviathan…was it?”

“Wait…how…” Charlie began.

“Your old Hell High prom portrait. Yeah, I moved it over there to make room for my big one here, hope you don’t mind.”

“He’s…an old friend,” Charlie muttered.

“Yes, yes, you’re with Vaggie now. Very happy for you. Just wondering if you miss him sometimes.”

“N-not really.”

“Okay then. There’s no worry about him and his sister coming back to mess things up, right?”

Charlie froze. “N-No way! They aren’t welcome here, anyway!”

“Alright, just checking. I’m here for you, Charlie,” Rolando said. “Just wanna make sure the past doesn’t…creep up on you.”

Valentino leaned over Angel Dust, cigarette in hand and pink heart-shaped smoke.

“Answer my calls, little bitch!”

Angel Dust woke up in bed in a panic.

“Valentino…he appeared in my room last night,” he told everyone in a shaking voice. “I could hardly get any sleep!”

Rolando watched with a smug look.

“I know he’s an asshole, but I don’t think he’d stoop that low,” Husk said, gulping down a mug of alcohol.

“His torments are never gonna end!”

“Can’t you stay longer, Angel?” Charlie pleaded.

“There’s nothing you can do, princess,” Angel Dust sighed, heading to the door. “As long as I’m under him, this redemption thing is even more pointless.”

“Well, at least Sir Pentious is doing alright,” Charlie said.

“Hey!” Vaggie barked as several Egg Bois accidentally fired a cannon that shattered a hole in the ceiling. “What did I say, Sir Pentious?! No Egg Bois in the hotel!”

“Everyone is against me!” he declared with shifting eyes. “I must be prepared!”

“No one is gonna hurt you, Sir Pentious,” Charlie assured.

Sir Pentious glanced around at Husk giving him the middle finger, Angel Dust giving him the middle finger, Vaggie giving him a death stare, a giggling Niffty holding a knife and Rolando licking his lips.

“I have my doubts,” he deadpanned.

“Everyone, meet Baxter,” Charlie said as Baxter came in with a moving suitcase that scurried on the ground by itself.

“It’s a please to meet you, Miss Baxter!” Rolando smiled.

“I’m a male!” Baxter spat.

“Oh sorry. Your esca up on top, I thought that you were female. You born that way?”

“Oh, shut up you!” Baxter seethed.

“Aquatic guys need to stick together, right?” Rolando shrugged.

“He’s an infestor demon,” Baxter said to Vaggie, Alastor, and Husk. “Said to come from the Ring of Envy. They feed off your fears and can read your mind. They infest every corner of your psyche until there’s nothing left.”

“I knew something was off about him,” Vaggie said.

“That freak needs to stay out of this show!” Alastor added.  

“I’m doing you a favor, princess,” Adam towered over Charlie, Lute by his side in the meeting room. “Those Sinners and humanity itself are nothing but a bunch of murdering immoral scumbags.”

“Please, Adam! My people are dying!”

“That’s the point,” said Lute. “Don’t want the universe to crumble in the hands of rapists and addicts and…”

“Losers!” Adam and Lute chorused.

“I won’t let you keep doing this!”

“Been doing it for centuries, babe. Nothing’s stopping me now!” Adam said, strumming his golden guitar. “See you in six months, bitch!”

“No!” Charlie cried, papers flying as the doors closed in her face.

“The next extermination is in six months,” Charlie paced back and forth, hands in her hair.

Charlie briefly led the way in song as a bunch of demons held weapons, including hungry demons from Cannibal City led by Rosie.

“And I heard Vox, Valentino and Velvette want to make the hotel look bad,” Vaggie added in the lobby. A brief flash of a grinning Vox appeared before a screen that read: “Hazbin, The Loser Bin: Inside Scoop!”  “That’s two major problems we’ll need to deal with.”

“Uh…are you also talking about those two major problems?” Angel Dust asked, pointing at Alastor and Rolando scheming in the background.

“Hey, we’ve got two powerful demons on our side!” Charlie said, hope in her eyes. “They’ll help protect the hotel and encourage the redemption of Sinners, right?”

“Uh…” Vaggie looked uncertain. “Let’s hope you’re right.”

KeeKee the black cat turned into the black hotel key.

Rolando smiled. “Aw, isn’t she cute?” He took the key, paused, and held it over his mouth.

Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty gasped.

Alastor snatched the key from Rolando just in time. He growled, eyes glowing red in warning, before heading out of the room.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel…” Charlie began as Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, and Vaggie stood in front of the doors, Alastor glitching on the screen. “After the last extermination, it is our obligation to provide a glimmer of hope and a safe space for any Sinner to…”

The camera turned to see Rolando hunched down, eating the organs of a nearby fallen Sinner. The main cast stared in disgust.

Rolando shrugged.

“Seriously?!” Vaggie hissed. “This is not how we demonstrate overcoming sin!”

Rolando shrugged with his mouth full. “Free Sinner dinners! You’re missing out.”

“Save some for me,” Alastor called with a grin.

“No!” Charlie and Vaggie chided, pulling Alastor back.

Charlie stood up with the group.

“Group exercise! Everyone, show me your previous Sinner pictures, go!”

The human pictures of the main cast appeared: Vaggie as a Hispanic human before she became an Exorcist: medium brown skin and black hair. Husk: white skin, black hair, beard and fat body. Niffty: a small Japanese lady. Angel Dust as Anthony: white-blond short hair, white skin, posing with a pink shirt and guns in his hands. Alastor with a mischievous grin and a radio cane: short brown hair, brown eyes, light brown skin and small glasses and a bowtie over his shirt. Baxter as a scientist with white skin and wild black hair.

Rolando added a picture of his bald blonde human disguise.

“How’d you get here?” Charlie asked.

“Came over to Pride with a crystal,” Rolando shrugged, recalling falling through a portal during the fight scene with I.M.P. in the hotel pool room.

“No, your life as a human?” Charlie asked.

Rolando did a dramatic pose as he lied. “I was a simple man working at the One Star Wonder on Earth. It was haunted and invaded by an evil pair of imps. They possessed one poor human and in self-defense I had to…”

He ran a finger across his throat.

“The imps then killed me…and I fell right into Pride. Now I’ve lost my home and I need somewhere where I can…get enough food.”

Charlie wiped tears from her eyes and Niffty giggled, while Vaggie, Alastor and Husk rolled their eyes.

“He’s not even from here! That is utter bull…” Vaggie began, but Rolando cupped his hands together over his head in a halo shape.

“Okay, okay,” she stuttered. “I’ll hear him out.”

“I’ll help lead Charlie’s new activity,” Rolando said. No one else except Niffty and Charlie wanted to participate and socialize.

“Everyone who’s had issues with their daddy, please take one step forward,” said Rolando.

Everyone paused.

“Charlie, Angel, Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, that means all of you,” he smirked, pointing at them.

“Hey, you should be playing this stupid game, too!” Husk said.

“I’m just helping Charlie out,” he said. “No better way to break the ice than some good past life talks!”

“I’m almost to Rolando, guys!” Niffty grinned.

“If you’re a nervous wreck who fantasizes about dominating men, please take five steps back.” He glanced at Niffty.

“Aww,” she slumped her shoulders and stomped back.

Adam and Rolando faced each other.

“Prepare to get fucked, little parasite!” Adam bellowed.

“Ah, the first man,” Rolando began. “Killing his own children for his pride.”

They fought. Adam smashed Rolando against the wall, his glasses cracking.

“A hundred plus years worth of thoughts in you. I can’t wait to taste your divine flavor!” Rolando grinned.

Lute held Vaggie down in the battle on the hotel roof.

“I can’t upset the princess, at least not directly,” Rolando mused.

“What’re you waiting for Lute? Kill the traitor Vaggie,” Rolando spoke through Adam. Charlie held her black pitchfork, tears in her eyes.

Voiceover: “Welcome back to the Hazbin Hotel…”

“Angel Dust and Sir Pentious deserve redemption,” Charlie said to Emily and Sera. “They’ve made mistakes, but they’re trying as hard as they can.”

“Goddess Goode has set the system in place,” Sera told Abel. “Allowing the exterminations was a heartbreaking choice…but now I fear much more is at stake…”

A flash of eight red Roo eyes and long black hands enclosed around Hell and Earth.

“Do you miss Sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb?” Rolando asked.

“Yes,” Cherri Bomb said, sadly.

“Well, be prepared to miss him longer because he’s in Heaven now…”

“Where am I?” Sir Pentious looked around. Emily, Abel, and Saint Peter welcomed him as he shyly slithered forward, already missing his family group of friends in Hell.

“…and he ain’t ever coming back,” Rolando finished, poking her on the nose.

Voiceover: “…but this time…it’s infested…”

Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust and Niffty stood in the hallway. The lights overhead began to flicker. Vaggie held her spear tightly.

“Why are the lights doing that?” Angel Dust asked.

“This place is old, what’d you expect?” Husk grumbled.

“Sir Pentious messing around with wires again,” Charlie sighed.

The lights briefly went out and a grinning shadow appeared. Charlie shook and held Vaggie’s hand tight.

“Alastor!” Vaggie snapped, with an edge of fear in her voice. “This scary prank of yours is not funny!”

Alastor chuckled nervously. “Believe it or not, it’s not me!”

“Looks like you all are out of your depth…”

 Rolando’s distorted voice echoed through the halls and his shadow charged as the Hazbin crew reeled back and screamed.

The title appeared. “Welcome to the Hazbin Wonder.”

Rolando’s sinister laughter echoed. “Checking in?”

[writerleo86]

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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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.

[yandere-daydreams]

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.

[thatoneweebsworld]

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.