#Obey me! belphegor

[zephyrexxia]

Hii.. sorry for randomly disappearing again LMAO

So.. anyway

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Belphie & Satan tried to make the Anti-Lucifer League into an official club at RAD except they named it the Fuck Lucifer Club and Diavolo showed up so they joined the astronomy & literature clubs instead

[ilychld]

the brothers would definitely tag-team MC. they'd take turns and when deciding, it's not the most pleasant thing.

the brothers would probably decide who fucks MC first by making it a game to who can make you cum with their hands the most, they wouldn't care if you're a sobbering mess or when you scream for them to stop. they just know you could handle more than what their hands are giving, you just have to wait.

and you did, you lay nearly motionless as your hole ached to be filled. you wanted to scream, to tell them to just fuck you at the same time but you can't. your mind has turned to a puddle, alongside your sheets and words couldn't form anymore. you could only babble until they were done with you.

using you, or fucking you with only their hands lasted for an hour or two until you were able to scream beelzebub's name as you came undone for the upteenth time. and when you did, they stopped. grunts and muttering filled the room shortly, cursing as they stepped away for beel to ravish you.

"say beel, we're twins right? how about we share MC together?"

[jackalopesao3]

Satan, you just suggested pinching Beel’s nose closed to see if he’s alive. You know exactly what that’s supposed to mean.

[rayofsunshyne]

Post-Shower Belphie 0_0

[bluewolfangel01]

How would the brothers act during an argument?? Have a good day btw :3

Thank you anon, hope you have a good day too

Brothers during an Arguement

I feel like there's 2 levels of how they'll act depending on what happened; the "I'm going to kill you" where they'll rough up each other like typical siblings, or the "I'm going to kill you" where they'll leave whichever brother offended them on death's door

We often see Mammon owing Levi either money or something else for example, that's a typical siblings quarrel, the result of which is either Mammon doing a favor for Levi, Levi choosing a punishment for Mammon, or if it gets to the point where it's disturbing everyone else in the HoL Lucifer is going to intervene and string them both up

Such other examples include: Beel eating all the food in the house, misfired prank devised by the Anti-Lucifer League, destorying/stealing a personal item, etc

Now Satan may be the avatar of wrath but when any of the brothers get truly pissed off, it's hard to tell who's the true avatar of wrath

They can get so beyond angry, so beyond pissed, their aura can and will become so fear inducing that even Mc can't help but be scared of their beloved demons if there's ever a "I'm going to kill you" type arguement

Of course one of them must have done something almost unforgivable for any of the brothers to get to that level of pure wrath, except for Satan of course, he's a ticking time bomb but he's ours :)

Lucifer: any arguement he's apart of (where he didn't have to intervene in the first place) is typically because one of his brothers didn't listen to him, a more destructive than typically Anti-Lucifer League prank is pulled, or his belongings are messed with

Mammon: ... it's Mammon, almost any arguement he's apart of is because of money to some form or another, if it doesn't involve money then the next likelihood is that he's had enough of being called a scumbag or some variation of degrading name

Levithan: the topic, most of the time, involves his otaku collection, whether he's being hindered from getting more stuff to add to the collection, it's been defaced to any capacity, or it's been sh!t talked to such an extent that Levi can't help but to defend it with all his might

Satan: everything and anything, it's Satan, though if you want to get a bit more specific the topics might typically be the brothers being loud, a Lucifer prank gone wrong, or his book was damaged

Asmodeus: he'll probably get into an arguement if one of the brothers messes with his room, his clothes, his makeup, his beauty/self care routine, his chance to get with a potential partner, stuff like that

Beelzebub: he's not one to get mad or into arguements easily but if he does it's because of something like one of the brothers ate something he had his name on, one of the brothers picking on Belphie (mainly when Belphie isn't in the mood/isn't doing okay) ... I'm going to be honest I can't think of much Beel would get into a fight about rn

Belphegor: He'll typically get into a fight because the brothers are being to loud for his liking, for some reason or another the brothers stop him from sleeping for an extended period, or he's to tired to deal with the brothers' schemes/shenanigans

Im dealing with a bit of writer's block so the ideas started to fizzle out towards the end there. Sorry for taking a bit to answer your ask

[topzsun]

ONE; TO THE RAGE THAT FEEDS

── ♡ BELPHEGOR

in which you make your first biggest mistake.

If emulating the average high school experience is the direction Diavolo wanted to take for RAD, he deserves a round of applause. Truly, there was no place like in the Devildom where you could be twenty-three years old but feel like a fifteen-year-old teenager with a ‘kick me!’ sign stuck to your back. You felt like a fish out of water, unlike your… egregious housemates.

You organised the demon brothers into two categories. One, those who pretended like you didn’t exist. Two, who would seek you out for self-serving reasons and even that time is spent barely tolerating your existence. Leviathan, Satan and Beelzebub fell into the first category. Lucifer, Mammon and Asmodeos fall under the latter. They were all pricks, but it felt easier learning how to deal with them once you begin to understand the relationship (or lack thereof) you have with them. The only demon you couldn’t put into a box was Belphegor. His sheer dickheadedness couldn’t be grasped by either label, entirely deserving of a category solely for him. Anytime that isn’t spent treating you like a bug, it’s him reciting vague threats over your life just to solidify the fact his greatest joy will come from you dropping dead at his feet. As Mammon had warned you on your first day, there was only one thing holding him back from killing you and committing the ultimate treason against Diavolo and that is leaving Beelzebub on his own. Not keen on testing Belphegor’s very limited patience, you take the warning seriously and avoid running into him at all costs.

In short, you were in a devil-made prison all thanks to the whims of a prince who believes tossing a defenceless human into a crowd of homicidal degenerates counts for peace.

Your saving grace came in the form of Simeon, oddly enough. It’s not like you were particularly close to him. He reminded you of university friends you’ve had, where you guys would chatter it up during classes and never speak to each other outside of it. He doesn’t divulge the details of his life and never asks for yours either, only present enough to remind you there is someone around to ask how you found breakfast today and if you were enjoying the weather. The distant kindness of an angel, and it’s a cruel form of kindness.

Regardless of your friendship(?) with Simeon, you still sit on your lonesome during lunch. The brothers were jerks, and they were also jerks who liked asserting their authority around the school. They have a table, a large unmissable centrepiece, reserved specifically for them. The surrounding seats have to be vacant, because they didn’t like eating so close to lesser demons. Your seating, assigned by Lucifer himself, was one of the many unoccupied tables next to his brothers. Close enough they can keep an eye on you if anyone tries anything underhanded, but far enough that there is a distinction between them and you. As much as the haughty tone bothered you, Lucifer had an aggravating point. His brothers either blow a gasket about being associated with you, or you risk getting your soul devoured by taking a risk just to have the freedom to sit where you like in the cafeteria. So you sit at your lonesome with nothing to entertain you aside from biting into your dry, human-world sandwich.

Until, finally, lady luck decides to remind you that it has not forgotten you.

You do not notice the body that slides to the seat next to you until you feel something knock against your knee and you abruptly look up out of instinct. It’s a demoness, and the first thing that draws your attention is their green hair cut choppily in a way you think only people in the Devildom can pull off. There is an impish smile on their lips; mischievous but not malicious. However, their arrival is enough to trigger the attention of the table next to you, and you don’t even pay attention to how their chatter has died down to look at the scene in front of them.

“Hi. Human exchange student?” It’s a blunt greeting and a blunt question, and you dumbly nod, stuck mid-bite on a particularly hard piece of lettuce. History will tell you to ignore them, or immediately make a run for it because giving any demon an inch will invite them to take a mile. Yet, something about their relaxed demeanour makes you crave the idea that maybe, you are being approached for reasons as simple as boredom or company.

“I saw your bag. Cute keychains,” They vaguely gesture to the dangle of printed mascots and colour metal looped around the strap of your messenger bag. It was an impulsive purchase you made when you accompanied Lucifer on a very rare shopping trip. It was his idea after Diavolo had invited you over for tea and you couldn’t respond to basic questions about the Devildom, second-hand embarrassment forcing his hand. Enrichment time, he dubbed it, as if you were some kind of dog.

“Oh, thank you,” You reply, offering a practised smile in the hopes they realise you were at least sincere about your gratitude. They match you, with a little less teeth this time and you feel irrationally elated that you’re finally making conversation with someone who didn’t want to outright murder you, or isn’t a divine being born from goodness itself. You go to ask them a question to continue the small talk until the feeling of something burning the side of your head stops you. You turn to notice the unimpressed, very agitated expressions of Satan, Mammon and Asmodeus, their other brothers seemingly missing.

“Interesting…,” It’s surprisingly Satan who cuts in. The book he had been reading is set down, and the glare he sends with his emerald eyes is piercing. Even though he was speaking to the person next to you, it feels like his ire is also directed at you. “I didn’t realise we established a rule that vermin can sit so casually around us.”

You stiffen, your jaw unhinging from the sudden, unnecessary show of cruelty. They weren’t even sitting with them, the demon is sitting with you. Why is that any of their business? You reel your courage, about to respond with a biting reply you’ll surely regret later until something shuffles beside you.

“I apologise for my insolence, m’lord,” You watch with wide eyes as the demon gets up from their seat, directing a low bow to the brothers at the table. “It’s unpardonable of me.”

Your protests die at your tongue when Satan merely replies to them with a scoff, and they walk away without a second glance. Once your shock dies down, anger simmers into your stomach, your throat constricting as if there was rock lodged in there. Your nails grip onto the fabric of your uniform tights, hands trembling. Your mind is muddled with a rush of pessimism and hatred, you can’t wrap your head around what kind of kick these brothers get from pushing you around and controlling everything you do. You felt like an animal, picked for them to drag around everywhere and monopolising every aspect of your life. You were tired. You were tired.

“Are you happy?” You can’t stop the words as they flow out, even though you should’ve. You really should’ve. “They were just being nice to me and you—! God, I hate all of you!”

You’re too beside yourself to notice Mammon stiffening up, or how Asmodeous’ lips quirk up in mild amusement. It’s only Satan who manages to meet you with a response, a snarled “What did you say to me?” sitting on the tip of his tongue but you’ve already rushed out of the cafeteria in a whirlwind, your half-eaten sandwich left abandoned on its tray.

“That idiot,” Mammon breaks the silence with a click of his teeth, going back to shovelling his lunch by the spoonful while his pink-haired brother’s face contorts in disdain at his open-mouthed chewing. Satan doesn’t answer, picking his book back from the table with suddenly sharpened fingers, a small glimpse that he had been on the verge of transforming. Despite him digging his nose back into the novel, Asmodeus knows better than anyone that with his eyes glazed over, Satan is doing anything but reading. You’ve worked him up to quite a frenzy with your audacity. Humans are so predictable, in their happiness and sadness. It’s always the same song and dance. However, Asmodeus can already sense the incoming falling out that will happen once they are back at home, and feels a sudden sting of excitement. Finally, the type of drama he needed to soothe his boredom since his favourite succubus had suddenly stopped responding to him. He opens up his D.D.D with quick taps of his manicured fingers, scrolling to a contact he thinks would appreciate this gossip.

asmobby: omg belphs guess wht hppned xxx

[noxinara]

what i'm used to:

what i got after putting on belphie's shower art:

😳😳😳--

[still-a-morosexual-help]

WHAT KIND OF LIFE HAVE THEY LIVED THAT THEY CAN JUST CASUALLY DROP THAT IN CONVERSATION!?!?!?

I want to dissect them

I want to study them under a microscope

They're either the biggest troll alive or this was legit. Either way I'm obsessed

"WHAT!? WHY!? WHEN!?" Belphie asks.

"That time you killed me." MC says.

And Belphie's so distraught he completely forgets they poofed back into life almost immediately

[ahcrie4help]

My Personal HeadCannon(s) on the Demon Bros’ (+ Dia) Height(s) ~!!

Now, I know their heights have been “confirmed”-ish, but I just don’t accept that they would have just “normal” height measurements 🤥. Even in their human forms, I think they would be way above average heights cause they are still DEMON AVATARS OF HELL- or whatever so.. I also believe some of them vary when in their human and/or demon forms 😌

From Shortest to Tallest:

Asmodeus - 5 ‘10 (Stays the same in both forms)

Belphegor - 5 ‘11 (6 ‘0 in demon form)

Mammon - 6 ‘0 (Stays the same in both forms (not including horns tho))

Leviathan - 6 ‘2 (stays the same in both forms (not including horns))

Satan - 6 ‘2.5 (6 ‘3 in demon form)

Lucifer - 6 ‘4 (Stays the same MAYBE 6 ‘4.5 🙄 (not including horns))

Beelzebub - 6 ‘6 (6 ‘8 in demon form)

Diavolo - 6 ‘8 ( A whopping 7 ‘0 in his demon form 🤭🤤)

Extra:

I like always felt that Belphie was the shortest but apparently that is not the case, so I tried to at least stay a little cannon 🤷

[jinxthejubilee]

HAPPY DEVILDAY! 💝😈💝

Happy anniversary to Obey Me! Nightbringer!

Even though I haven't played the game yet and have kind of fallen out of the fandom, I appreciate how you all are still going strong!

It's been an amazing ride, so thank you all! And a very special thank you to all the voice actors. I wish you all the best!

[jackalopesao3]

🚽 The House of Lamentation Installs A Squatty Potty 🚽

No we were just installing the new squatty potty together!

Oh chill out, Belphie! I know you’re the toilet demon and everything but it will make pooping easier!

See?! You look so miserable in your old photos because you don’t have your colon unkinked!

Asmo, it was just installing a squatty potty! It’s not a three person job. It’s not even supposed to be a two person job but someone couldn’t be bothered to read instructions!

Don’t try to change the subject, Levi! I’m referring to you! The instructions are so simple Mammon could do it! C’mon, dude!

[rainiishowers]

heyy, I have a request for the brothers:

so imagine the mc was chosen for the exchange program as a child (like 10-12 years old) and after they leave they don't have contact with the cast for whatever reason.

how would the brothers react to seeing mc again 10 years later when they're all grown up, with their own job, apartment, maybe a partner and stuff?

if you don't feel comfortable doing this request I totally understand, no worries :)

Scenario: MC came to the Devildom as a child exchange student and touched the hearts of all the boys. However, they didn’t stay in contact with any of them after the year was up. 10 years later, guess who calls Lucifer and invites the brothers to come visit them in the human world?

Genre: Fluff

Content: GN! MC (They/Them), partner uses They/Them as well, platonic relationships between brothers and MC, brothers be protective

———

Lucifer

This man was very relieved and extremely happy when MC called him during dinner time, it honestly felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Obviously had to try and calm the others down, which did not work at all. Agreed right away to coming to the human world and visiting them, and worked extremely hard to get his brothers in order during the days upcoming to visit.

He nearly teared up upon seeing them again, and these tears only well up again when MC tells the brothers about their new apartment and job. He really did feel like a proud father, even if it was only a year they were in contact, a year can change a lot of things!!

Of course, when the new partner is introduced he, like mostly all of his brothers, immediately grow protective. He’ll do the whole “anything you do to them, I’ll do to you” shtick. Will probably rigorously test their partner with questions and possibly inhumane challenges if MC doesn't stop him

Mammon

The overwhelming amount of emotions this man felt when he heard MC’s voice. He was extremely happy to hear from them again and so glad that they seem to be doing well. He did settle down but was clearly bouncing up and down as the plan for the brothers to visit MC was set up. Despite his own excitement, he helped Lucifer get the brothers in order.

He would not shut up as they arrive in the human world. They met MC at a restaurant and he was superrrr shell shocked to see how MC matured. What do you mean it’s only been 10 years??? What the fuck??? Will be endearingly annoying about how much they have grown.

Of course, makes it extremely clear to the partner that he and his brothers will fuck them up if they ever do anything to hurt MC in any way. Will do a gesture as to say “I’m watching you.” And he will be, along with having his crows do some spying

Leviathan

He will live in denial for like.. a minute before asking Mammon if this is real (Mammon slaps him upside the head gently to prove to him it’s real, he’s not impressed). He also feels some sort of relief, knowing that MC actually did care about them. He also starts thinking about the anime that he can introduce to MC now that they are now an adult, since some of the stuff was way too violent for them when they were younger. Upon meeting them again, he let his tears fall, but they were tears of joy. Levi will not shut up about the DVDs he bought and will ask MC if they bought anything nerdy that he might like. Will demand to see their anime collection if they have one. Of course, when the partner comes into the frame, he starts to think that the partner is the reason they weren't in contact with the brothers, which causes a fit of jealousy that could only be stopped if MC comforts him. Like all of his brothers, will be keeping a close eye on them.

Satan

Is in a moment of disbelief for a second. Did… Is MC really wanting to meet up with them again? He’s a bit surprised too, did they save their contacts for when they grow older? Either way, it’s clear that he’s happy that they will all be able to see MC again.

Impressed and proud when they actually see them again. He’ll voice how proud he is that they matured so much, although does remember times when he got the 10-12 year old MC in on his pranks (because let’s be real, he would). When not many people are paying attention, he’ll ask MC if they wanna pull one (1) prank of Lucifer. (Totally not 7 or 8 pranks)

It doesn’t need to be said again that he would be extremely protective of MC when the partner is introduced, but he is also glad that they found love. May or may not recount embarrassing memories MC had (someone has to shut him up, probably by recounting some of his own embarrassing moments).

Asmodeus

He was waiting for this moment! Will probably be like “I knew our dear MC wouldn’t abandon us!” And probably make the phone call 10x longer than it is with the brothers freaking out.

Like Mammon, a bit shell shocked to see how much 10 years can change a person, which is understandable because in a demon’s life, 10 years is nothing. Asmo is also glad how much information MC took in from the brothers, for example how to do skincare properly. Of course, there are lessons that MC was taught that he would rather them have forgotten Mostly ones taught by Mammon

Is probably one of the only ones not giving their partner a death glare. He’ll say something like “You picked a good one, MC~” If MC or the partner asks of him, he will not flirt, although will throw in a ton of compliments.

Beelzebub

He is over the moon excited. He's so glad that they even want to see them again.. Especially considering what has happened in the past... Oh well, MC has said long ago that he shouldn't dwell on the past, so he should try not to. Over the course of the days leading up to the visit, he gets all the non-perishable foods and other foods that he remembers MC likes and puts them in a container to take with them. Beel actually gives it to Lucifer so he can hide it, so he doesn't accidentally eat it himself. He will give MC the biggest hug when the brothers see them again, forgetting his own strength and needing to be shoved away by MC as a gentle reminder. Beel will marvel at how much MC has grown, asking if they have been staying healthy and listening to their body. They better have, and if they haven't, they will get the biggest puppy dog eyes/frown combo from Beel, who will insist that they eat some of the snacks he brought. Obviously, he can't help but be cautious of this partner, but if MC trusts them, he can trust them as well. He's more imposing then some of his brothers, and he will use that imposing look to make sure that MC isn't harmed.

Belphegor

Has mixed emotions. Obviously very excited that they will get to see MC again, however, he is almost sure that he left a mark on MC's psyche, probably a negative one. Although, the others who attacked them probably did as well. Belphie pushes that aside and focuses on trying to be excited for the visit, trying to "catch up on sleep" (he tries to use this as an excuse to skip RAD). Surprised and gladdened to see MC is doing better. Perhaps they got professional help or there is another cause for it. Although, he still notices that MC is a bit.. cautious around him, seeming to be careful with their words when talking to Belphie and not really keeping eye contact with him. This is understandable. He tries his best to make it lighthearted. He definitely pulls Satan and MC into a few pranks on Lucifer.

Will get all hissy and protective when the partner comes into frame. Will not stop from glaring daggers into their soul. If they prove themselves to be worthy of MC, he won’t give them nightmares but if anything gives him a bad vibe, he’ll give them the most violent nightmares.

[loafbud]

I made my Leviathan design pixelated again 💥

[topzsun]

TWO; TO DEFEAT THAT BRINGS CHANGE

── ♡ BELPHEGOR

in which you reach the end of your rope, and give belphegor hope.

Amidst your frazzled mind, you justified that you might as well skip returning to the House of Lamentation. You couldn’t get in any more trouble than you’ve put yourself in already. Mammon strolls beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his unkempt blazer as he grins away, satisfied. The bags in your hand weigh heavy, and if it weren’t for the sunglasses and second lunch he bought for you, you would have told the prick to carry his things.

While to an outsider’s perspective, it looks like two friends going out shopping. The reality is you are about to throw up the innards of your stomach while Mammon has… well… dissociated and made a choice to enjoy the moment before he is inevitably strung to the ceiling for another month.

The backstory of this chaotic evening began when Mammon kicked open the door of your Enochian class while you were in the midst of packing up and leaving for the day. He boldly declares that you will be accompanying him on a shopping trip (drawing the unwanted attention of several of your lingering classmates), before dragging you out by the wrist. You were surprised by this random invitation, after the events of that disastrous morning. Then again… It’s Mammon. Anytime he’s made you ‘hang’ with him came for self-serving reasons. Today, it seemed he needed a pack mule as he spent away the last of his paycheck. You just didn’t expect he’d been considerate enough to get you anything in return for your efforts. You’ve been on pins and needles ever since.

“He can’t get mad if I tell him I’ll pay ‘em back, right?’ He states it like it's a question, but you know he’s not waiting for your response. You and him both know what the answer is, but only one of you is willing to accept the reality of it.

In one of the many luxury branded shops Mammon decided to spree at, he found a leather jacket with a price tag that had so many zeroes it made your head spin. His final purchase for the day, he justified as he scanned Goldie. When it declines, an embarrassing system error noise that makes you bite the bottom of your lip, Mammon is left with his last resort. Lucifer’s emergency card, in case there is anything you drastically need that exceeds the set monthly allowance Diavolo sends you. You only sigh, knowing any attempt at stopping him would be futile. By now, Lucifer should of long since gotten the notification of Mammon’s purchase. The white-haired demon is a dead man.

“I’ll say it’s for you,” The Avatar of Greed descends into rambles the closer the two of you approach the House of Lamentation, and you realise the panic has finally settled in. “He can’t get mad at me for that, right?”

You think there is a higher chance of Lucifer eloping with you to a flip-flop shop in Hawaii than ever believing Mammon’s poorly thought-out fib.

Your companion opens the towering oak doors slowly and gently, his mop of ivory hair peeking through the entrance hall in search of his older brother. After a minute he ushers you to follow him with a frantic wave and you can only shake your head at the ridiculousness. Regardless, you trail after him as he timorously creeps past archways and doors in fear of Lucifer, stopping every so often to shoot you a sharp glare when the shopping bags betray the sound of shuffling. It feels like forever when you both reach his room, and you’ve never seen him close a door so fast in your life. You set the bags down, your arms and back crying out at the sharp aching that courses through you. You wanted nothing more than to crash into bed and sleep the entire weekend away. The demon responsible for your exhaustion similarly relaxes, flopping the weight of his entire body to his couch strewn with chip packets and unwashed clothing that make your nose upturn.

When he says nothing, not even a “thank you”, you decide it's your cue to leave and return to the sanctuary of your room. You turn your back but waver, your fingers hovering over the cold metal of his doorknob. A question has been mulling in the back of your brain, ever since you stormed out before, and you don’t know if rest will come easy to you if you don’t bite the bullet and ask. You take in a sharp breath.

“Mammon?” There is a few seconds worth of a pause before you hear an annoyed “What?” mumbled through the face pressed against a pillow. “Is Satan really that mad?”

There is another stretch of silence, which has begun to irritate you, before Mammon finally lifts his face from the cushioned fabric, just to face you with a deadpan look.

“Yeah, he’s pissed,” He answers bluntly and you can’t help but wince. With all of his flaws, if there was one thing you appreciated about him, it was his unexpected honesty. For a demon who lies as easily as he breathes, so far he hasn’t sugarcoated anything with you or fed you a sweet delusion just to lure you into a trap. He annoys you, and he pulls you around like a rag doll, but he’s always been upfront about his intentions. It makes him tolerable.

He looks at you with narrowed eyes, before sighing as if he’s given up on something. He flops back down, this time on his back, but he continues talking.

“But when ain’t he? If I were you, I’d avoid him for now until something else gets him worked up.”

“Oh, thank you…” You blink at him dumbly, caught off-guard by the sudden helpful advice. You hesitate before continuing. “And I’m sorry about, you know, before. I don’t really hate you or anything.”

You shuffle on your feet awkwardly when Mammon doesn’t respond. It’s suffocating, this sudden show of vulnerability. You both have never conversed like this, your interactions swinging between the pendulum of him dragging you around, or you witnessing the consequences of his reckless decisions. You ready yourself to just turn and leave, maybe bury your head into a pillow in embarrassment and hope it suffocates you to death.

“You’re so annoying,” He groans exaggeratedly, drawing out his syllables. You almost miss the pink coating the tip of his pointed ears. “Just… avoid Belphie while you’re at it. Even if ya’ avoided Satan, he’d definitely try and provoke him in front of you just for a reaction.”

You can’t hide the quirk of your lips as you thank him for the final time, while he dismisses you with a wave of his manicured hand. You feel a little warmer about your housemate, and with your new sunglasses tucked in a gift bag, you head towards the comfort of your room.

Only to turn a corner and almost run into the looming figure of the eldest brother, his sharp eyebrows raised dangerously and the ever-permanent scowl etched on his tinted lips.

“I will be speaking to you later,” He promises, his voice eerily lofty, and it’s enough for you to scamper out of the way as he makes the familiar stride to Mammon’s room.

The feeling of satisfaction disappears as quickly, and you make the walk of shame to Lucifer’s office with Mammon’s shrieks fading behind you.

The clicking ticks of the grandfather clock and the crackling of fire from the fireplace are the only consistent sounds in Lucifer’s office. Despite the interior picked out to look��� somewhat homely, it’s unbearably cold in here. It’s what having Lucifer as an owner does to any living space. Said man sits at his desk, stacking away some leftover paperwork with sharp movements, even the act itself done with a level of perfection. You start to understand the reason why Lucifer felt so distant from the rest of his brothers. While the brothers thrive in their actions of imperfection and sloppiness, everything Lucifer does is precise and accurate. It’s the type of meticulousness no one can achieve, and so that’s why in your mind, you grant Lucifer much less humanity than the rest.

When dark irises finally look up to meet your impasse stare, he begins by saying.

“The unapproved shopping trip is not the reason you are here.”

You stay silent.

“I heard of a… spat that occurred earlier this morning,” He raises a perfectly arched brow, long fingers interlocking together as he places them on the desk. “If you have been troubled by anything during your stay, do come forward and speak to me about it.”

You are taken aback by his sudden consideration of you and your obvious displeasure of your living situation. Lucifer wasn’t the person you would have thought would be the first to be compassionate of your struggles, so sure the extent of his concern would boil down to “just deal with it”. Perhaps you judged him too harshly and quickly. Before you can open your mouth to speak, Lucifer continues.

“Because I can not be having a repeated incident like the one in the cafeteria. You are an exchange student under Diavolo’s care, ergo every action of yours will be a reflection on him. I will not have him be humiliated by your public tantrums,” Lucifer has a flair for stabbing any faith you had in him to death. Hot white anger fills your being, your fingers twitching to strangle him with his own stupid tie.

“Fine,” Is all you manage to spit out, because you think if you had to say anything with more syllables, you’d either start crying or break the nearest piece of furniture next to you. Maybe both. You don’t wait to gauge his reaction, as you’re already briskly storming out of the room, closing the mahogany door behind you with a purposeful slam. Lucifer never comes out to call you out on it.

As you pass by to lock yourself in your room for the remainder of the night, you miss the demon lingering at the end of the hall, who had just eavesdropped on the entire exchange.

Belphegor’s smile only widened.

[curatoroffiction]

Seductive Speechcraft Midterms: Part 4

Summary:

It's Belphegor's turn to attempt to vie for your soul in the setting of an exam. His attempt is very different from the ones you've encountered so far.

Warnings: - Unreality tag for this one. Belphegor's magic messes with the reader's mind and alters their perception of reality ----- Previous Chapters: - Intro Chapter - Satan's Seduction - Mammon's Magnetism -----

Belphegor's Beguilement:

You don't end up going back into the exams until the next day. When you originally came back from your lunch with Mammon, the teacher checked your energy levels and told you to take the rest of the day off.

So when you come in today, you're fresh and ready, and once again excited to be here.

You have no idea who'll come through that door, but you've brought your collection of props again. The proctor assessing your performance in this exam motions for you to get ready for the first exam taker of the day, and to let her know when you're ready.

You reach into your bag of persona prompts and you pull out "Busy". Okay, you can work with that. You grab your laptop and set it up on the table and you pull up a game to play. You have headphones that you connect and use to immerse yourself. Whoever is coming in will be testing on hardmode. You motion to the teacher that they can send in the first student, and you begin playing.

The game you've chosen is an open-world RPG, so you're following quests and collecting goods and unlocking story lore.

You almost forget that you're in the middle of an exam, until you smell the soft scent of warm melon and honey. A scent you're most familiar with from the youngest of the brothers. He moves to sit beside you, and you can see that he's brought his own book.

He's planning to ignore you?

Well that's fine. You're pretending you're a busy person.

You choose to ignore him right back. You're playing a particularly difficult questline. Given that this is a game you've played a lot, and you're actually invested in the plot, it's not hard for you to ignore him. Especially given that you're wearing your headphones.

You gently yawn. Despite it being the first exam of the day, and having had caffeine just beforehand, you feel the gentle lull of every warm delight of slumber tugging at your mind. Ah, so this is his impact. Interesting.

You're a little interested, given that you've never really gotten to see Belphegor use his power in an attempt to attract you and make you want to know more. Even when he was in the attic, it was less.. 'Dreamy' and more 'Nightmarish'. But you find yourself yawning again, and this time it feels like you're struggling to keep a straight thought towards your video game. You're distracted and thinking about Belphegor.

How is his power affecting you? You're not looking at him, you haven't looked him in the eye- It can't be his scent.. Can it?

Ahh.. Dammit.

It's definitely his scent. That's how he's invading your senses. You have to cut that off, or you'll find yourself lulled out of your work. You reach into your book bag at your feet and take out a small balm of vapo rub. You usually use it to help yourself when the air of Devildom is particularly horrible - But you know it'll work in this instance. You apply a small dab under your nose to replace the scent, and your senses are flooded with the thick scent of vapo rub.

And it's no surprise to you that you suddenly feel much more awake.

You put the balm back into your book bag, curious to see how he'll deal with your resourcefulness. You return to your game, and for a while, it seems like he's not even trying. No approach. No attempt to connect.

Is he capable of affecting you in other ways?

It's not until a little while later that he produces a small soft drink and slides it across the table to you. You pause your game and look up to see the can. You glance up to him and see that he's looking to his book as he wordlessly offers you the drink.

"... Are you offering that to me?"

"Sure. You look like you could use some refreshment."

You pick up the drink, looking it over. It's a can, unopened. There's no reason to believe that it's what poses the danger here. You look him over once and pause, but you can't find a reason that a typical human wouldn't accept aside from preference. Right now, he's coming across as a gentle stranger.

You decide to take the drink, cracking it open and taking only a sip, just to test the waters.

When you do, you expect for him to ask something about it. Or maybe to follow up and see if you're responding to his influence yet.. But he just continues to passively read his book. You expect to feel his power ebbing at the edges of your mind - You expect for yourself to be overwhelmed by drinking the drink.. But nothing comes.

You feel as in control of yourself as ever.

You return to your game, once again refocusing yourself. You're meant to be busy. The game takes you into a small village where you have to use your character's senses to solve a mystery- And you can still give it your whole attention. Still, in the quiet moments, when the work is mindless and you're killing monsters that are attacking you, you can't help but to feel the... Monotony of it all.

Your mind keeps coming back to Belphegor, who is sitting only a chair away from you.

You feel his voice dancing on your thoughts, and you feel drawn to look towards him. What is he reading? You only take a glance, but you quickly catch that it's a book about artificery - Which piques some deep part of your mind that dances with the fancy of the unknown.

You realize at once that you're under his influence again, but how did he do it? His voice soothingly plays in your mind once again. 'You look like you could use a break' - But that's not what he said, right?

He knows exactly how to tantalize a human, how to play into their deepest desires. The demon of dreams. He can tell when he's got your interest piqued, and he'll make you think every point of engagement is your own choice. How is he doing it?

Was it sound?

You're not sure, because as soon as you disengaged, all you can hear in your mind is the sound of your game.

If that was his influence, did you break it, or did he release you?

It's driving you a little nuts that you can't tell the difference. Mammon's influence was easy to see because he was trying to impress - But.. Belphegor's playing a much longer game. A much slower game. The avatar of sloth. He can afford to wait.

You can hear through your headset as he opens himself a drink, sipping it as he reads. You feel a yearning tugging at your chest, wanting to engage. He seems so gentle and easy to approach. You want to ask about his book. You want to know about his interests. You want to hear his gentle, warm voice envelop you with every answer. What's wild is that it feels so.. organic. Like he's a stranger passing you on a rare chance, and you can take it.

And unlike some demons' influences, you're not feeling fear when you tell yourself not to engage. You feel regret, but it's like the soft regret you feel when you want to tell a stranger that they look nice, but you're too shy to get it out. It doesn't feel like you're being pulled by strings.

You decide to break the silence and engage with him to see where it goes. A typical human would engage. You pause your game and look to the demon. ".. Do I know you?"

He pauses in his reading, glancing to you as though surprised that you're engaging with him. He makes it seem so natural. He really does make it feel like you're the one approaching him. "Hmn? I'm sorry, I was really deep in my book. Can you repeat that?" He grins sheepishly, his hand holding the book resting in his lap as he gives you all of his warm attention. You feel shy, warm, as though you're basking in the soft glow of the embers of a campfire.

"... I was asking if I knew you." You feel almost embarrassed that you ask again. You find yourself yearning to make a good impression. Like you need to match his energy.

"Oh, no. Sorry if I confused you. I always bring extra drinks for the people around me. You looked busy, so, I figured you could use one." His smile is so warm and organic. Like he thinks your misunderstanding is funny, but in an endearing way. Wait. Your misunderstanding?

This isn't a misunderstanding.

He's really worming his way into your mind.

You have to disengage.

You turn back to your computer. "Ah, well.. Thank you."

"No problem." He's back to reading his book. It's easy for him to disengage from you. There's no pressure from him. You feel no pressure. The only pressure you really feel is the pressure to reach out. You want to reach out. You want to ask more. You want to know more...

But you keep disengaging.

He turns the page, and you can hear it through your headphones. Even when you're disengaging, you can hear it, and feel it, and each turn of the page, however slow, however long it takes... It anchors you back to him. You get lost in your game, but soon enough, the turning of the page comes through once again. It's not invasive. It's almost exciting. You almost look forward to the sound of the turning of the page as you try to lose yourself in the escapism of the game.

Soon enough, you find yourself slowly.. bored. The plots of the game are too.. Overdone. You've played RPGs before. Fight the monsters, collect the treasure, learn the lore.. But even learning the lore seems so.. Unattractive in this moment.

He turns the page, and your mind sparks with excitement. He's interesting. He's an unknown. You have no idea who he is, and yet, he seems so.. Inviting. And what of artificery? Is it a real study? Is it a fiction book that he's playing with? Who's the author? You feel like you want to know more.

You've forgotten what artificery even is.

You've forgotten who he is.

You've forgotten that this isn't real.

All that's real is this moment, and it's a chance to get to explore something magical.. Magic doesn't exist. You know that there is no magic in this world. You have no magic.

You look to your game and you feel like you're just busying yourself with escapism - But he could be a real escape from the monotony of the world around you.

You hear the distant scribbling of the proctor's notes as they watch, and it brings you back to the moment.

You know that magic is real, and that it's real because you're not in your world anymore. Artificery is your biggest passion. You're a leading mage in the field.

How did he make you think it wasn't real? How did he revert you back to a time when it wasn't real to you?

And wait, you know him. This is Belphegor.

In this brief moment of clarity where you can remember who you are and what's going on, you remember you need to stop this. You have to completely disengage. If you don't, you'll lose this. You close out of your game and close your laptop and begin getting up to leave. As you leave, you hear him call after you - "Hey, do you want your drink?"

And you look back to him reflexively, your guard being completely down as you catch a dooming glimpse of his eyes. His violet eyes soothe your soul, gently beckoning you to come back, to sit with him in this escape. He can take you to places you've never thought could exist. He can make every dream you've ever had feel insignificant with the excitement he can bring to your life.

This is a chance.

No.

This is a choice.

You gently wave your hand. ".. No, thank you." and break eye-contact, walking out of the scene.

When you reach the wall, you lean against it, the pressure of his influence still making your heart yearn - Because his influence, though he's ended it, was tugging at your deepest dreams and desires. He stoked a flame inside you and made you want to know more. You feel like you missed out, even though the scene is over.

Seeing you lean against the wall, he breaks character to check in on you. "Hey, ___, are you okay?"

"Yeah, that was just.. intense. Still is." You look up to him and see his concern. But what you don't see is his thought process.

So when he says "I'm sorry, I tried really hard not to push it, and to not use too much of my influence on you. I didn't want to remind you of when I-..." He cuts himself off, sheepish at his own faults, worried that he's hurt you.

".... That was you PULLING your power??" Your exclamation surprises him and he is visibly startled. You begin laughing as your previous emotions bubble away. "God.. It's no wonder I'm still feeling like I missed out. You made it so real, and SO organic, I thought it was all me - And I think it was."

The professor cuts in and motions for you two to come over for your assessments.

"You did an amazing job of discretely cutting off points of influence from Belphegor. This was absolutely an instance of him just knowing his power and strength well enough to keep finding new points of contact." She explains, looking over her notes.

You cut in - "How WAS he getting through? Was it the sound?"

"Yes, absolutely. Originally, he got through to you through the scent, then through sound, and something you didn't catch onto was that he got through to you through the drink."

"But the drink was closed and felt so.. Normal. I didn't get ANY whiff of magic off of it."

"Yes, but he wasn't just getting through to you with magic. He was toying with you by tantalizing your natural human curiosity. It was truly an amazing display of cunning and an in-depth understanding of humans and how their minds work." The proctor sounds genuinely impressed with Belphegor's performance in the exam.

"It really was." You nod in agreement. He absolutely would have gotten you if you hadn't been able to distract yourself and tether yourself back to reality with the teacher's distant sounds of scribbling. Honestly, it took a great amount of effort to pull yourself back from that. You grin to him, and see that he's visibly shy about your praise.

- ".. Thank you." He smiles softly, looking away.

The teacher motions to you. "Back to you, I'm especially proud that you avoided eye-contact. You're getting better at that. He definitely pulled some tricks out to get you to make eye-contact. If he weren't so good at helping humans bring their guards down-"

You can see how Belphegor's shy warmth shifts into embarrassed guilt as the teacher goes on about how great he is at manipulating humans. You clear your throat. "And my performance?" redirecting her focus away from him, so he doesn't have to listen to how good he was at manipulating you.

"Ah, yes, your performance was admirable. You held your own, you stealthily protected yourself, and you appropriately disengaged when it became apparent that you were outmatched. Can I ask, how did his influence feel?"

".. Ahhh.." You pause, glancing over to him. He seems to be cautiously watching you. "Well, it felt.. Real. Like he was a magical stranger in the sense of being someone who was exciting and new and charismatic without even trying. I found myself forgetting core details about myself, which I think was the height of his influence. He somehow made me forget artificery, even though it's something I love dearly and am very passionate about. He somehow made it feel like it was a dream he could show me existed. I have no idea how he did that, but.. Damn."

Belphegor looks away, feeling guilty that he even did that to you. Having gotten his feedback, he heads towards the door.

The teacher is ecstatic though. She gives you both high marks for the occasion. She's about to tell you to get ready for the next one when you go "I'm gonna need a breather after that one. To get my head straight, if that's okay."

"Oh, absolutely. Please, take your time. Return soon though, we do have others waiting."

You follow Belphegor out of the room. He pauses and turns to see you.

And for a moment, you're both quiet.

"... Are you okay?" You ask, worried that he's shutting down.

He nods. "... Are you?"

You nod, giving him a gentle smile.

He feels embarrassed that you're checking in on him. "..."

"Do you wanna hang out later? I'll be pretty exhausted after the exams, and I'll definitely need someone to help me wind down."

"... Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I still feel safe with you."

He looks away, extra embarrassed, but he holds his arms out for you. You close the distance and warmly hug him, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He hugs you back, and you can hear how he decompresses into you, his exhale sounding like he was holding a lot inside. You two stand like this for a long moment, soaking in the comfort of each other's arms, and the safety you've built with each other.

You take as long as you need to recover from this one, and he does too. ----- If you like my writing and wanna check out other works I've done, check out my Masterlist/Rules I write pieces like this and more on my AO3 too!