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animeshotsh · 11 months ago

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Thats MY kid | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader x "Uncle"Alastor |

Summary: Alastor wants to take you out for some time with him!

Alastor tried to convince himself he was doing this to piss Lucifer off. No, he did not have any type of attachment to you, he did not see you as his own kid (even if you totally ignored his half request to be called dad when not being around Lucifer). And no, he was not hurt by that.

Right?

Yeah well no. You had touched his heart somehow and now Alastor was down bad, he swears you must have some type of demonic magic (and not just you being you and being amazing) because no one (only his mother) made him feel so much love in his life or after life.

"Uncle?" Your voice called him making Alastor look at you with his signature simile. "Why was dad angry when you showed up?"

~☆~☆~☆~

Earlier that day.

"ABSOLUTLY NO. GET OUT FROM MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW" Lucifer screamed at the radio Demon who just stared back.

"My my, I never had you for the possesive type of dad, with how much freedom you have give Charlie"

"Dont bring my daugther into this" Lucifer said almost breaking a pen. "We both know you want to take (Y/N) out just to get to me. And im not letting you create fake hopes for that kid. That kid is mine Alastor, maybe not by blood but its mine. And I promised I would protect them, for anything and anyone. You can piss me off however you want but dont bring (Y/N) into this".

Well fuck, Lucifer did care for you.

Also, fuck you Lucifer. You did not know how he felt (hell, not even Alastor knew how he felt towards you). After meeting you at the hotel, seeing you interact with the others and also play with his shadows, something started to form inside the old killer. And it got worse when you ran to him asking him how the radio worked, his insides making flips as he explained you.

He also did almost break when you were saying goodbye and hugged his legs. If that was any other Demon they would have ended dead on the spot. But it was you, and it felt right.

"Listen" Alastor started smile still on his face but his tone serious "Im not that low to bring (Y/N) into our....fights. You May not believe me but I care for that kid, if I did not for sure I would not have give him one of my shadows to protect them"

"Wait-you did what-"

"The point is" Alastor interrumped static forming "I dont plan on giving they fake hope, and thats all I Will say"

Silence passed for seconds that felt like hours, finally Lucifer nodded.

"Alright, i will let you take them for today, BUT anything and I mean anything happens to them, you will no longer be here" Lucifer said his tone for once being truly the one from a king of hell.

Alastor just nodded, taking his cane being ready to be out with you for the day.

"Oh and Alastor, I dont trust you. But i want (Y/N) to get here what they missed in life, so dont fuck this up"

~☆~☆~☆~

"Nothing your silly head must worry about!" Alastor assured you. However your face did show you were not buying what he said.

"Smile my Dear!! You know you are never fully dressed without one!!" Alastor tried again, stopping to take your hand and make you spin. Your laught coming out quickly making him relax.

"There it is!" He exclaimed then continue to walk besides you. Right now you two were in the cannibals town. For other demons and sinners this part was even more dangerous than the regular hell. But for Alastor it was like his home, demos in here knew him and liked him, and that extended to you as well. A few had waved and smiled, fresh blood showing. But Alastor had made sure you did not see any dead body, or parts of one.

"Now I have a suprise for you!, I have a friend who owns a restaurant and she accepted to take us in"

"...as food or clients?" You asked joking making the radio Demon smirk, radio laughts in the background.

"Well, since she is my friend, we are clients of coruse" Alastor responded getting a nod from you. "Of course you wont be eating anything...special, regular food I promise"

~☆~☆~☆~

When you two entered the restaurant you found it to be empy....aside from some workers who came quickly to guide Alastor and you to a private room with a big table.

There, on one of the chairs a very pale Demon with deep black eyes stood. Noticing Alastor she got on her feet coming closer.

"Alastor, its so good to see you again" she beamed at the radio Demon stopping a few inches away.

"And who may this little creature be?"

Jokes, Rosie knew who you were. He had to listen to Alastor talk about how unfair it was that you had decided to call Lucifer dad and not him.

Being by Alastor side gave you confidence so you took some small steps closer to her.

"Im (Y/N), im Alastor newphew" You stated proudly making Rosie smile showing her sharp teet.

"Thats wonderfull, now please sit I have prepared the best for both of you" Rosie exclaimed calling over the workers who appear to help the three of you settle down.

"For you my friend, I got you the finist meat from this side of hell" A plate with fresh flesh was presented making Alastor almost growl at it. "And for you little one a bird told me you loved chocolate" a big space on the table was now occupied with the biggest and most extravagant chocolate cake you have ever seen.

"I-its that all for me?" You asked not believing it. Getting a nodd from Rosie "and I cant eat all of it?" Again a nodd.

You almost cried when the first slice was put in front of you. No one ever got you cake in the living world.

"Oh and to help you not chocke with that, Alastor I have some.." Rosie paused looking for the right words seeing how you were now devouring the cake "a very special drink" she finally said, a bottle with red liquid appear. And for you, I prepared a mix of appel juice and strawberry" she said getting the most pure look from you.

"Thank you Miss"

"Oh, just call me Rosie" she responded.

~☆~☆~☆~

Turns out you ate most of the cake and now the sugar had gave you too much energy. Rosie had asked her workers to play with you some game of tag, without biting.

And hell, you were fast. Outrunning the old demons and even letting chairs fall to prevent them from coming closer.

Rosie used this moment to dig as much information about you from Alastor as she could find.

"So, Lucifer just decided to take them in? What a strange guy" she said sipping her own drink. "And now you are taking care of them?"

Alastor nodded "yes, you must see Lucifer's face when I show up and (Y/N) calls me uncle, he its so angry"

"But you truly care for them" Rosie stated. "You would never have asked me to prepare something that does not come from sinners or demons knowing where you are. You also made me order the town to keep the body display low to protect them"

Rosie could read Alastor as an Open book.

"Uncleeeee" your call alerted the overlords, seeing you running towards them with the biggest smile on your face. "The other said they are too tired to keep running after me, does this mean I won?"

"Well centraly!! I knew no one would be able to catch you. You are my relative after all"

You nodded and smiled going back to your chair to drink more juice. "This is amazing. Thanks a lot Mi-Rosie!"

"Aww, arent you the cutest" Rosie beamed her hands squishing your cheecks.

~☆~☆~☆

After the food and some more talking Alastor decided it was time for you to go back with Lucifer (and no, it was not because he had got at least 666 messages from him).

Rosie had told you to come whenever you wanted that no one would hurt you in her town.

~☆~☆~☆

"I had a great time Uncle!" You told Alastor as the big castle started to show in the distance.

"Well im glad Dear! Dont forget to tune the radio for my program tonight" Alastor said petting your head.

"I wont! Dad hates it but I love it, specially that music you use...ummmm jazz?"

Alastor started to think that just kindapp you and made you his kid instead would be for the best.

"(y/n)!!" A very distinct voice screamed

"DAD!!"

But he would not want to hurt your feelings so, seeing you from time to time would have to do.

He waited for the exchange to end, Lucifer asking you what have you done and also making sure you were not hurt. After that he nodded to himself.

"Alright, now go inside, Xin has prepared you a bath"

You nodded but turned towards Alastor going for his legs again to hug him.

"Thank you uncle!! No one ever took me to a restaurant or got me cake. Lets meet again soon" you smiled up to him showing pointy teet.

Before he could respond you were running inside the castle with a very worried maid behind you.

~☆~☆~☆~

"Well..looks like you did not ruin this" Lucifer stated seeing you run off.

"I told you I would not" Alastor responded offended. "(Y/N) has potential to grow up to be a powerfull sinner (no you did not) of course im going to look over them"

Lucifer just shoot Alastor a knowing smile then turned around to enter his home.

"Thanks for not breaking his heart" he finally said then the doors closed behind him leaving Alastor alone.

Of course he could not bring himself to do that, even if he wanted to. You were his newphew. His. Not someone else.

And no one breaks the things he loves.

Not even himself.

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yummymitzy · 5 months ago

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Dangerous, right?

Summary: Being consultants in the LAPD was practically a routine for you and your brother, Lucifer. But you soon agreed that it was time for a change of scenery, in New York.

WC: 6,102

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fallen angel! reader

A/N- This fic took wayy longer cause I kept forgetting it was in my drafts😬

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Being fallen angels and living luxuriously in Los Angeles really came as a shock to you, especially when you and your brother were working for the LAPD as consultants. You two quickly got settled with your routines, and it probably had changed you both for the better.

You take that back, it really did change you both, not always for the better but improved your attitudes. You both stopped using harsh violence when it came to bad people, instead you both resorted to intimidating them.

Now anyone could say that it was because you both sort of were cops and that you had to stop using violence, but you honestly didn’t care. They weren’t there to see you both improve so why feel the need to comment on it?

————♡ ————

You honestly forgot when exactly you and Lucifer had gotten yourself settled in with this luxurious life but neither of you were complaining. You really weren’t, but recently there has been this nagging thought in the back of your mind.

You felt like you could use a change of scenery, take a trip somewhere, probably treat it as a vacation. But you always brushed the idea off, not wanting to immerse yourself at the thought of it.

Also because you didn’t want to mention it to Lucifer, not that you would have cared but his moods are incredibly sharp. Either he could be so overjoyed at the idea, or he’d think about it and come back to you days later.

But that changes today, well at least you hope. You absolutely did not want to miss out on a chance for a change of scenery, practically ready to squabble with your dear brother if he had rejected.

Waltzing out of your dramatically large bedroom, you honestly wondered why the room was so unnecessarily large when you were the only person living in it. You walked down the hallway down to the living room, assuming he’ll be on the couch drinking away.

Like you assumed, he was sat on the couch, leaning back into the cousins as he nursed a glass of whiskey as he stared at whatever was playing on the TV.

A mischievous smile finds its way in your faces as you quieten your steps, before you walk up behind the couch. Snatching his glass of whiskey as you took a sip of it, the action making Lucifer snap his head towards you.

“The hell was that for?” He raised an eyebrow, the hand originally holding the glass was still raised before he dropped it after realizing.

“Just wanted a sip. You could always refill it, the bottle is just right there, Lucifer.” You smirked before handing him back the glass of whiskey, your face dramatically contorting into an offensive look as he snatches it back.

“No, that wasn’t what I was here for though, as much fun as it is bothering you, I have a suggestion.” You laugh as you rounded the couch and plopping yourself down right next to him as you smile at him.

“And what may that be?” He turns his head to you as his eyebrows pinch together lightly in confusion.

“What do you think about a little trip to New york?” You propose, your eyes examining his features, attempting to determine what he was thinking.

Lucifer laughs, a full on belly laugh. As you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as your shoulder slumps slightly, had he thought your idea was stupid?

“What are you cackling for?”

“Well, I just never thought you’d take this long to go somewhere outside LA.”

Your face feigns an overly dramatic look as you placed your hand above your heart. “I’m wounded, that really hurt me, Luci.” Your face shifting into a slight pout.

“Oh, you’ll be fine. But what about our jobs?” He rolls his eyes before they snap back to you while he took a sip of his whiskey that he had been swirling.

“We’ll resign, plus I think I know somebody who can set us up. The new job won’t be as different” You shrug as you leaned back further into the couch. You and Lucifer had went through hard work to even place yourselves a spot as consultants, especially with your past antics just made it more difficult.

But you had a feeling that with this new job you both will be cashing up, they wont judge based on either of your past mistakes. Reaching back into the back pocket of your jeans, you pull out your phone.

Lucifer noticed you were dialing up a number and he rose an eyebrow at you. You put a finger up to your lips as if to shush him, which it was. On the third ring, you were starting to get impatient but thankfully your contact finally picked up the phone.

“Y/n, to what do I owe the pleasure for your call? Because I do remember that you ghosted me last time.”

You wince, completely slipped your mind that you had did that. But who was to judge you, he gave you an ultimatum and both choices weren’t good ones.

“I did that? Slipped my mind, anyways Nicky. I originally wanted to call you regarding business.”

You set the phone on speaker but sending a look towards Lucifer to keep quiet, to which he nods.

“Business eh? Fine. Just don’t run away this time.” You roll your eyes at his words, was he ever going to let that go? It was like he was practically holding a grudge against you for following your heart.

“Okay, anyways. Me and my brother were considering transferring to New York, and I was wondering if you still reserved that spot for me.”

There was a moment of silence before you heard the shuffling of, papers?

“If you both get here quick then I’ll consider your spots.” Your eyes snap to Lucifer, raising an eyebrow as you both try to brainstorm the quickest way to New York.

“Kay, thanks Nicky.” You hang up as you drop your phone next to you onto the cushions of the couch, the phone bouncing before it finally stopped.

“Let’s just teleport there.” “Teleporting.” You and Lucifer said at the same time, the action making you smirk before you stood up and pocketed your phone once more.

“Kay, now let’s hurry up before Fury pops a blood vessel.” You turn your head to glance at him behind you before you walked off and into your bedroom.

You knew Fury and his tests, it was common sense he’d try and test your skills once more, especially with how long you had ghosted him for. But this time, you couldn’t help but think he had something else under his sleeve, and it wasn’t his tests.

Standing in the middle of your room, you immediately went straight to your walk in closet. This home really had its perks, you were honestly glad Lucifer bought it. Rummaging through the depths of your neatly folded clothes, you found what you were looking for.

Its appearance was one of a jewel, more so a ruby. It was roughly cut and sharp, as if it was made to be a head of a spear. The mere jewel wasn’t only a jewel though, it was a powerful weapon that was soon passed down to you.

It was certainly stronger than you and Lucifer combined, containing magic that could even kill higher entities. You never considered harnessing it, as you mostly relied on the powers you were born with.

But you knew Fury wasn’t going to just let the two of you join without testing your limits. As you gazed down into the jewel, you could practically see your reflection on it, but except it wasn’t your regular form.

Your reflection on the jewel revealed yourself with your horns on show, the elongated horns traveling back before it curled in on itself, much like a goat. You broke your stare from your horns, your eyes traveling to your wings folded behind you on your back.

You blink a few times before looking away from the jewel, sighing as you tucked the jewel into the pocket that hid on the inside of your zip-up jacket. Your eyes skimmed across your room, looking for anything else you should consider taking with you to New York.

Assuming there wasn’t anything left to bring, you turn and walk towards your bedroom door, closing it with a soft thud as you left the room. You notice Lucifer back in the living room but not in the same spot as you had left him.

“You got what you need, brother?”

“Well there isn’t anything else to bring, not unless you want me to bring a bottle of wine to greet them.”

You laugh while you rolled your eyes at his comment before flames begin to emerge by the both of your feet. “Just don’t piss them off, Lucifer.” You say the moment before the flames engulf your face.

It was necessarily hard to describe what you were seeing while you teleported there, it was as if you were in space floating around for a split minute. The process was quick though, before you knew it, you were in New York and just right outside Fury’s meeting room where he told you to meet up.

You waited for at least a minute for Lucifers arrival, your hands reaching down into the pockets of your zip-up and tugging at the loose threads. You zoned out for however long it was and didn’t notice Lucifer shuffling as he regained his composure next to you.

“Y/n?” Your eyes immediately snap towards him before sighing, jeez were you that zoned out. You blink a few times before taking another deep breath to compose yourself, before turning towards Lucifer once more.

“Kay, let’s head in now. Looks like Fury’s just waiting for us.” You nod your head in the direction of the door as you turn to open it quietly, as to not disturb Fury’s oh so wonderful speech.

But quietly didn’t really work out for you as Fury’s eye promptly travels to you, get it, eye? Not eyes? Okay, anyway. His attention hadn’t been the only one you and Lucifer caught, as you took notice of a bulky blond man clad in a very bright blue suit staring straight at you both.

Alongside with the man sitting next to him, another bulky man but clad in a dark combat suit with an eminently noticeable metal arm with a red star that resided on the shoulder. It looked cool, not everybody can walk around with a cool metal arm.

Your eyes soon travel back to Fury only to find he’s still staring at you, but you notice his mouth opens as he begins to speak once more as he stands up straighter.

“Avengers,” Fury grabs their attention, their heads turning to meet him as they wait for what he’s going to say. “As I’m sure, Steve and Bucky already noticed the two new individuals in the back of the room.”

Their heads snap in the direction of you and Lucifer, for a moment your gaze meets with a redheaded woman as she seemed to be analyzing you? Her face was void of any emotion, not letting you determine what had been going on in her head.

You blink before averting your gaze away from her, your eyes focusing themselves on Fury as he continues to speak. “This is why I called for todays meeting, we will welcome two additional member, Y/n and Lucifer.”

You see the redhead in the corner of your eye furrow her eyebrows at the mention of your names, you heard Lucifer let out a quiet sigh as neither of you didn’t really feel like explaining.

“As in the two fallen angels, Y/n and Lucifer?” You heard the white man with the blue suit inquire, his head tilting to the left slightly as he raises his eyebrows in question.

“Well there can’t be another pair of us, can there?” You quip, effectively cutting Fury off before he answered him, you raised an eyebrow towards the blond man as a smirk begins to tug on the corner of your lips.

Fury clears his throat as he begins to speak once more, the action making you huff as you roll your eyes. Your eyes found themselves falling back onto the redhead, finding that she had already been looking at you.

You send her a soft smile and a wink as you immediately avert your gaze, prompting to try and familiarize yourself with the other members. You find yourself soon looking at a gruff looking man, he had a bow perched on his back while his bag of arrows hung on the back of his chair.

Looking towards the woman next to him, her clothes had an immensely dark contrast compared to the blond man from earlier. What would you expect, you couldn’t really imagine a white man with striking blue eyes to wear dark clothes.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt a nudge to your arm, looking to your left, you see Lucifer already glancing at you with a certain look. It was a stern look, as if to tell you to pay attention, weird. Lucifer was always the mischievous one out of the pair.

You notice that Fury had already gone through most of his talk and was asking for anymore questions, your eyebrows raising up to your forehead at the amount of people perking up. Glancing at Lucifer, you could tell that he was just as surprised as you were.

“How come Fury never recruited you two earlier? Could’ve used the help.” A man with slightly slicked back hair with a sharp beard spoke up, making you smirk. He had a big ego, you could tell that you and him were immediately going to be close.

“Simple, he did….Well tried. But we ghosted him, we weren’t up for that yet.”

“So wait, if you both are fallen angels then where are your wings?” The blond man questioned once more. You roll your eyes while Lucifer snickered, his shoulders shaking as he laughed, but Lucifer soon decided to perk up once he composed himself.

“We still have them.”

“Then where are they? They clearly aren’t on your back.” Somebody new quips, making your eyes snap to the origin of the new voice. Now this person you couldn’t miss, it was Bruce Banner, or well the Hulk.

Now one could question why you didn’t know everybody else but him, well simply because he’s so reckless that he really makes a name for himself everywhere he goes. You see Lucifer in the corner of your eye clenching his jaw, trying his hardest to not laugh in his face, so you decide to speak for him.

“Well, Bruce. Would people still see a part of hulk in you once you transform back into your human form? Cause pray to the gods you aren’t green, or as large as this room.“ You quip as you raise an eyebrow at him, your eyes narrowing slightly before your face breaks out in a grin while Lucifer cackles. You can hear quiet snickering coming from the room as you stare straight through Bruce.

You and Lucifer glance at each other before spreading your wings to their full length, you were aware honestly glad that you managed to create clothes that never ripped after displaying your wings. The action was quick, your wings popped out as they gracefully folded behind you, still on display.

You could honestly laugh with how stunned Bruce looked, but with the way Fury had glanced you and Lucifer, you kept quiet.

“Enough. Natasha, Steve, can you please escort Y/n and Lucifer to their quarters?” Fury rolled his eye as he slumped back into his chair, his hand rubbing at his temples. You heard the two individuals hum in response as they stood up and walked over towards you and Lucifer.

“I better not find you fucking the American Idol, Luci.” You lean into his side as you whisper in his ear before you stood up straight as you felt Lucifer glaring at your side profile.

You notice that the redheaded lady, that you now know as Natasha is going to be the one escorting you, making you smile slightly. She really had interested you.

“Y/n Morningstar, and who may you be?” You inquire in a soft voice as you held out your right hand.

“Natasha, Natasha Romanoff.” She replied, her voice was husky which made her all the more attractive to you. But her tone that came along with her voice gave you a feeling she didn’t like you.

She took your hand in her glove cladded hands before she swiftly turned around and started walking down the hall, the action surprising you before you immediately started walking by her side.

You snuck side glances here and there while on the way to your quarters, she had a cute button nose with plump lips. But what caught your attention the most was her slightly pinched together eyebrows and clenched jaw.

That sold it for you, even if you weren’t able to read mind, you could tell she didn’t like you. At all. The two of you made it to an elevator and boarded it, your mind soon travelled to Lucifer and wondered how he was holding up.

But that thought soon disappears as Natasha breaks the silence between you two.

“Listen, I don’t know where the hell you or your brother came from but don’t expect anything from me or the team, you aren’t here to be buddies with us. Just stay out of the way.” She turned to you, her eyes narrowed as her face contorted into a slight snarl.

Your jaw instantly clenches while you keep your eyes on your reflection on the elevator doors. You take a slow breath as you close your eyes, your jaw slowly relaxing as you try to keep your cool.

“Alright.” You mumble, well damn, there goes the chance of trying to make a friend in this cruel world. You always wondered why everybody recoiled so far from you and your brother the moment they find out you truly are. Would there ever be people who would accept you?

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You were stood in the middle of the room, examining the area of space. It was spacious, incredibly at that, you knew Tony would spent tons of thousands on room upgrades just so he could feel luxurious.

Had you gotten to know him after that interaction with Natasha, oh yeah. Tony was exactly like you, but a male version, no offense to Lucifer. Lucifer was similar to you but he had

aspects that you were deeply happy you didn’t have.

You honestly were disappointed that the redhead was so hostile with you, you and Lucifer just wanted a tiny get away from LA. You shrugged it off, you couldn’t be friends with everybody, it’s bound to have a few people disliking you.

A sharp knock echoed throughout the room, making you whirl around towards the door with your eyebrows pinched together. You slowly waltz to the door as you wondered who would be at your door.

You swung the door open and to your dismay, it had been Natasha. Her hand was still raised before it quickly shot down to rest at her side, her face was still void of any emotion as you stare through her with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you need, Natasha?” She blinks as her arms crossed over her chest as she kept heavy eye contact with you with her emerald gaze.

“We’re testing your abilities, get ready and meet me in the training room in 5.” Blunt. That was real blunt. Natasha leaned onto your doorframe, putting her weight in it as she waits. You assume she isn’t going to leave so you walk back into your room, grab your phone and walk past her.

“You aren’t going to change?” She asked, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at you as she turned her head to glance at you.

“I wasn’t able to bring any clothes, was just planning to buy some tomorrow with Lucifer.” She hummed in response before standing up straight and shuts your door.

“You mind leading me to the training room?” You hold out your arm to let her pass by you before you started walking right behind her. She huffs but stays quiet as she walks down the halls she practically memorized like the back of her hand.

The walk on the way to the training room was unbelievably quiet, to the point your footsteps could be considered the loudest. Once the two of you enter through the doors of the room, straight away you notice Lucifer with Steve.

You roll your eyes as a smile breaks its way onto your face, you could tell Lucifer was pulling his punches, afraid to hurt the American boy. Lucifer and you were powerful beings, but it was hilarious to see him try and hold back.

But deep inside you knew it was because you both never hurt anybody other than those who deserved it. You shake that thought from your head as you walk towards the benches, opting to wrap your hands just in case, also to pass time.

You heard shuffling next to you on the bench as you felt a thigh press against yours. Looking up from your hands, you see Lucifer barely breaking a sweat as he drink from his water bottle.

“When are you planning to tell them that you’re pulling your punches, Luci?” You whisper as you turn your head slightly to get a glimpse of his face, a smirk forming on your face.

“If you have a problem with me pulling them, why don’t you train with me?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he tossed his water bottled from one hand to the other.

His voice happened to be loud enough for a few other members to hear, making you subtly kick his foot at his comment. “Fine, get in the ring.” You shrug, standing up from the bench as you stepped your way to the ring.

Standing up straight in the ring, you let your mind wander as you disassociated yourself from the stares of the other members. You take a deep breath, trying to get yourself in the zone and relaxed.

Your eyes shot open as your ears perked up once you heard Lucifer hop into the ring, a smile gracing itself on your face as you followed his movements.

You both circled each other around the ring as the crowd around you both grew. From the corner of your eye, you could see Natasha staring at you both, her attention caught as she wondered what would be the results.

Your eyes narrowed, completely zoned in on Lucifer, deciding you should go for the first punch. You smirk as you sped behind him, kicking him from under his feet as he catches himself.

He reeled back his fist for a right hook while you were still knelt on the mat, until you fell back onto your back as you kicked your legs up, kicking his jaw in the process as you flipped away from him, regaining your balance.

You felt a little bad, you really did, so you patiently waited a minute before he swung once more. He faked a jab as her proceeded to kick you in the side, sending you back a step before you lunged at him.

You quickly wrapped your legs around his torso as you held him a tight headlock. Feeling him starting to sway, you loosened your grip as you switched your positions before you feel, resulting with you on your back as his full weight fell on top of you, the jewel falling out of your pocket.

“Get the hell off of me you big ogre.” You grunted, the impact leaving you breathless as you pushed him off you, quickly grabbing the jewel from off the mat. You immediately left the ring to take a swig of your water, your eyes full of amusement at the shock of your new teammates.

Your gaze accidentally falls on Natasha as you admiring, wait admiring, were you really admiring or just looking? You couldn’t really tell the difference.

Natasha was in a heated conversation with Clint and Steve, your eyebrows pinched together tightly the longer you stared. Natasha seemed pissed, was it because of your training session with Lucifer? It couldn’t have. But her next words caught your attention.

“I don’t give a fuck, Steve. I don’t understand why Fury just let them on the team without a fight, they’re dangerous.“ She hissed at Steve, her fists clenching and relaxing as you can see the crescent shapes starting to form on her palms.

“He recruited them with the same motive as us, Nat. He wants them to improve and reflect on themselves. Neither of us know what they did or seen, but we shouldn’t judge them based off of their past mistakes.” Clint butt in, his tone firm but still soft, wanting Natasha to understand him.

“But we still don’t know if they’ll be a danger to the city, Clint. For all we know, they could just fly off and blow up the damn city from under us.”

Your teeth grind together as your jaw clenches tightly, trying your hardest to not react. The urge to retort back with a petty comment is strong, but you promised yourself that’d this be a good vacation.

“That’s enough.” Steve growls, before he turns away from the best friends and walks off towards the weights. Natasha was shell shocked, she froze for a moment before her face hardens once more. Her eyes drifting over to you as she met your gaze.

She was expecting the same irises that held an unspeakable kindness within them to be looking back at her, but she felt her heart drop when she saw your narrowed gaze. Why did her stomach drop, had you heard her? Why would she care if you’d heard her, she wanted you to hear, right?

Her eyes flickering between your features, silently analyzing you. Your lip was slightly pulled up in a small snarl as your eyebrows were tightly stitched together, your eyes were void of the kindness she once saw.

Your eyes held many emotions she couldn’t decipher, but what she did know was that you were hurt and deeply pissed off. She saw you roll your eyes before you turned your back to her, setting your steps towards the door.

Her mouth opened to attempt to call out to you, but she instantly closed it, the attempt futile as you were already out the door. Why was she going to call out to you? You were dangerous and proved that point during training. She sat down on a nearby bench as she slouched, rubbing her temples. Unbeknownst to her, you weren’t the only one who heard the commotion.

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Here you were, perched on the rooftop with your wings fluttering in the wind behind you, watching the sunset. It had been a few hours after you stormed out the training room, you didn’t spend much time reflecting on it. You simply pushed it to the back of your mind as you gazed out towards the city.

To be frank, you were lying your ass off. It wasn’t simple at all, not that her words weren’t something you were used to. It was a normal occurrence for you and Lucifer, but it hurt when it came from somebody you just wanted to be friends with.

You couldn’t help but feel incredibly discriminated, who was she to start claiming that you and your brother were dangers to the city? Then what would she consider Banner?

He was a big green ogre with insane anger issues, he tears up city buildings and endangered many citizens. You and Lucifer weren’t even close to that, you both may have killed people but in your defense, they were terrible people.

You and Lucifer never went after innocent individuals, it was like crossing a big boundary. The two of you killed people who bound to get punished, mass murderers, rapists, anything that had a victim, you both dealt with suspect.

It was relieving when you both changed your ways, you loved scaring people into jail, it humored you. You and Lucifer were monsters, you understood that. What else would people consider a being with wings and horns? Definitely not a human.

You sighed, just now realizing the impact of Natasha’s words on you. Deny it all you want, deep down, you knew that her words triggered something in you.

You were snapped out of your daze when you heard heavy footsteps walking towards you, not reacting when you felt the individual sit next to you, pressing their shoulder against yours.

“How you holdin’ up, Y/n/n?” Your eyes travel to Tony’s at the nickname, you had met him just yesterday and now he was on nickname basis? Crazy.

“Alright, just needed fresh air.” You lied, your gaze slowly falling back onto the scenery in front of you, it wasn’t everyday where you could get a view like this.

“Don’t lie to me, kid. You have a great poker face but I can see right through it. You thinkin’ about what Natasha said?” It was like he read your mind, the thought making you huff out a laugh. You lick your lips in thought before replying to him.

“Yeah, I mean it just wasn’t necessary. Clint was right, Fury wanted us both to take the chance to make ourselves something more than what we were made as. Just like the rest of you.”

You sigh, the thought of you and Lucifer as children pushing itself to the front of your mind, the memory of being cast out of heaven, your only home. The tears forming in the corners of your eyes, obstructing your vision slightly before you blink them away.

“Don’t let it get to you, she’s just being defensive. She’s not so used to new members, it takes her decades before she even becomes nice to them.”

He attempts to console you, reaching over your wings to grasp at your shoulders, rubbing them as he pulled you into him.

You hum in response, the breathtaking sunset comforting you alongside Tony. You appreciated him, even if you had met him yesterday, he knew what was going on in your head immediately.

Unbeknownst to you two, a certain redhead stood at the door of the rooftop, originally looking for Tony to take a look at her widow bites. The guilt in gnawed at her as the sight in front of her practically made her want to be the one hugging you.

She was also thinking of ways to attempt to apologize to you, she wasn’t aware that you had overheard her words. She looked down at the widow bites in her hand before turning towards the door once more, wanting you two to have your moment.

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“What the fuck, Romanoff! What is your fucking problem!” Tony stormed in the room, his booming footsteps going straight towards Natasha as he yells out.

“What is your problem, Tony? The fuck did I do?” She shot up from her seat on the couch, stalking towards Tony.

“What bothers you so much about the siblings that you have to go out and make them seem unwelcome!”

“Tony-“ “No! Let me fucking speak, Romanoff.” He cut her off as he walked up closer to her, his jaw tightly clenched to the point you can hear his teeth grinding.

“You had go out and ruin shit for them, especially Y/n. Who are you to tell her to stay out of our way? She’s new!!” He growled as he harshly jabbed a finger into her shoulder, pushing her back slightly.

“And it’s not up to you whenever Fury picks a new recruit because guess what, he knows their potential better than us. He studies them and their abilities, and if you don’t trust Fury with that, then you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

Tony was seething, his face turning a shade of red as his finger on Natasha’s shoulder grew in pressure. His jaw visibly clenched as his eyes are narrowed at Natasha.

“I don’t understand why you’re so hostile towards them when we were once like them too. Enemies left and right of us and nowhere to go, we were all considered monsters. So I suggest you take your ass over to them and apologize.”

Tony hissed, his tone lowering slightly but still enough to get his point across, before he drops his hand from her. He gave her one last look before storming off to his lab, presumably to tinker with his suits out of frustration.

Natasha was still stood there in shock, her eyes wide open as she was frozen. Had she really fucked up that bad? She ran a hand over her face before running off and asking FRIDAY for your location.

Hearing that you could be found in the training room, Natasha practically sprinted there. Her thoughts were racing as she was thinking of words, any words to apologize.

She never wanted to act like that, if only she was able to actually communicate how she actually felt. She soon arrived at the doors of the training room, taking a deep breath as she swiftly opened the glass door.

There you stood, your wings folded as you used your telekinesis to throw spears into a very mangled target. Her footsteps were quiet as she made her way towards you, putting distance between you two incase you sent a spear towards her.

“Y/n?” She called out to you, her tone softer than you’ve ever heard it as you threw your last spear into the target, before turning your head slightly an action that meant you heard her.

“Listen, I know what I said was incredibly uncalled for. You and Lucifer are new and I shouldn’t have just blew up like that, especially when I don’t know anything about you two.”

You stayed silent, your eyes staring into the destroyed bullseye of the target as you listened. You wanted her to say whatever she wanted to say before you spoke.

“I had no right to call you dangerous, especially when every single one of us here is dangerous too. I shouldn’t have blamed Fury for recruiting you two when he knows more about you than I do, he knows all the good you did when I don’t.”

Natasha practically rambles as she ran a hand through her hair, looking at your face for any emotion, anything that could help her determine your thoughts. She sighed as she continued once more.

“I just wanted to say, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone straight to judging you.” Her voice hushing down into a whisper as she looks away from you in shame.

That’s when you finally move your gaze towards her, your eyes scanning through her body language as you process her words. Her eyes held a genuine look in them.

“But what if that doesn’t stop you from judging my past mistakes.” You hissed.

“You were so quick to jump the gun and be defensive, and I understood that, but calling me dangerous? You have a whole ogre on this team.” You deadpanned as you stare straight through her, her eyes widening a fraction as her gaze snaps towards you.

“It’s just how I am, its always been hard for me to trust people so quick. I never meant to put you down, I just got so grown to this family that I never expected anything new.”

She whispered, this was a total change to you. Her voice and eyes held a venerability that you once saw in yourself, you crack your knuckles as you drown yourself into your thoughts.

“You’re a bitch, you know that.” You say as you look back up to Natasha, your gaze is sharper than a knife. You see Natasha recoil slightly as she turns her head away from you.

Sighing, you step forward with a quiet step before pulling her into your embrace, one hand resting on her waist while the other combs through her hair. Your wings acting like a second pair of arms as they enclose around the both of you.

“You’re okay. I forgive you.” You whisper as you felt her bury her head deeper in the juncture of your neck as her hold on your tightens a fraction.

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libby-for-life · 9 months ago

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hi i'm the anon that sent the request about the rare pair!

okay so the request is alastor x adam or angelicradio: i would like to think that alastor would be obsessed with adam cause adam was able to beat him and no one has every done that before(besides lucifer, if they had ever fought🤷🏽‍♀️). And now that adam is a sinner, alastor would take the opportunity to 'woo' adam or like 1930s it and 'court' him. i'm aware that alastor would rather use adam in some type of twisted plan he would have, but let me dream lol. so adam start giving alastor a chance and they went on a date to test the waters and adam really enjoyed it, although he is a little hesitant, because of what happened with his first two wives and lucifer. so alastor 'shows' him..

tender/possessive sex, please!

sorry for the word vomit

No problem! The more detailed the prompt is, the more the one-shot can be made to your liking! Now, believe it or not, Adam and Alastor are not that rare of a pair. Check the ao3 tag!

Anyway, let us begin! This is not Lucifer-friendly. I will also try respecting Alastor being Ace. I have an idea of how it would work without having Alastor physically having sex with Adam. Hopefully, I do it justice.

Three months.

Alastor had no idea what he should do and that was something he wouldn't stand for. The Radio Demon would like to think he knew himself well. He knew his emotions and how to regulate them. He was the epitome of class and refinement, with a taste for other demons and danger.

But he didn't know how he felt about Adam. At first, when the man came into the hotel after making a deal with Charlie Morningstar, Alastor was determined not to be in the same room as the brash sheep demon. He could let go of Adam hurting him in public when he was dead for good. But now that he was alive and under the same roof as him?

It was insulting, to say the least. Well, for the first few months. Now? He couldn't help but secretly be impressed that Adam held his own so well against him. No demon in Hell could say that.

Adam was an enigma. A puzzle to solve. Alstor could read people well, but Adam had so many layers. Most could only see the first layer. A brash and fowled mouth demon who was under soul contract with Charlie. The second layer was harder to see. Adam reserved it for animals.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Extremely good. Any animal, no matter how dangerous, acted calmly or like an excited puppy near Adam. When he was alone with them, he had a softer voice and didn't swear as much. He cuddled them gently and took care of them with that of someone who loved animals.

His third layer was for when he was completely alone. When Adam was sure no one was watching, he looked defeated and broken. A shell of the angel who fought him so easily. He cried quietly. Not loudly like some would for attention. Adam cried as if he had no sound to give. Like someone had turned the nob of a radio to silent, and all you were left with was uncomfortable silence.

Alastor didn't know what to feel. So, he observed him from afar. Some would call it stalking but he was nothing like that infernal TV demon. He had class.

When he witnessed Lucifer make a snide comment about Adam's weight to his face, Alastor could feel the anger rolling off him. He could also feel, on a much smaller scale, how much it hurt him. Alastor watched as Adam ate less. It was enough where no one noticed unless you were looking for it, someone like Alastor for instance, but enough where Adam was losing weight.

Something in Alastor moved. Maybe it was the poor boy from the Bayou talking, but he didn't like the idea of anyone starving. Especially if they were doing it to themselves.

Without really thinking, Alastor had one day took Adam by the arm and teleported them to the kitchen alone.

"What the fuck, you freak!?" Adam yelled, his eyes darting around in anger. Alastor was sure that he was the only one who could see the fear in his eyes.

"Now, none of that!" Alastor laughed. "When was the last time you've eaten?"

A pause and then a growl. "None of your fucking business!" Alastor nodded. "That long. You must be famished then!"

He pushed the sheep demon into a chair and watched with some amusement as Adam fell into it. "How about some jambalaya? My mother's recipe is the best in Hell!"

"And what makes you think that I would trust anything you make for me?" Adam said with narrowed eyes. "How do I know you won't poison me or something?"

Alastor let out a chuckle. The idea of poisoning him was a funny way to kill him. But it wasn't the Radio Demon's preferred method. No, he liked to be up close and personal when choosing his victims. Adam wasn't even on his list if Alastor was being honest with himself. When did that happen? He shook his head. It didn't matter but he did have a reputation to uphold after all.

"Oh, Adam. You've been here for three months now? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already!"

He watched as Adam mulled over his words before shrugging. "Ah, fuck it. But why food?"

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Didn't I already tell you why? You're hungry, Adam. You're intentionally skipping meals. No one under this roof will starve while I'm here." And that was it. Adam didn't say anything else and neither did Alastor for the duration of the meal. But somehow, they both knew that something had changed. Any time Adam skipped a meal, Alastor was there to make sure he ate.

Four months

Alastor and Adam had begun acting differently with each other. Alastor wasn't sure when that happened, but they were...friendly with each other. They joked, they ate together, and they even sometimes took walks around Hell. Alastor didn't know how things had changed but the Radio Demon wasn't opposed to it.

Adam was good company when you looked past the first layer. No one seemed even willing to try to look past the tough exterior Adam put out to protect himself. A shell that Alastor finally seemed to be slowly chipping away with hard work. No good friendship was easy but the Radio Demon, weirdly enough, was willing to give it a go.

He was currently telling all this to his best friend, Rosie. Oh, and what a doll she was!

"Oh, Alastor! That's wonderful!" Rosie said with a warm smile. But that smile quickly turned into a playful smirk. "But you don't see it, do you?"

Alastor tilted his head. He didn't like to be on the outs when it came to information. Rosie knew this though, so she had better get to the point.

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Alastor, you're in love. Or at least attracted to him." Alastor felt something snap in him, like a record snapping in half.

He let out a laugh. "Rosie, you do say the most hilarious things! In love? Me? Preposterous! Why, perish the thought!"

Rosie just gave him a knowing smirk. "You haven't stopped talking to about him for an hour. That says a lot."

Alastor looked at his now cold tea. Him? In love with Adam? He couldn't be! He had never been even attracted to anyone when he was alive nor since he died. Why would Rosie even suggest this?

"Just think about it." Rosie urged. And so Alastor did. He thought about it when he did his broadcast. He thought about it when he and Adam ate dinner, the lamb conveniently forgot, and he thought about it when he was sitting in his bed.

He thought about Adam in general. He was pleasing to the eyes. Anyone could see that. Big brown eyes, all soft curves, and a throat he just wanted to bite—

"Shit," Alastor said when he realized it. He guessed Rosie was right after all. He glanced at his lap. If he gave this a try, would Adam be okay with him not having sexual intimacy with him? Sex didn't gross him out, but he just never felt the need for it. His body wasn't made for something like that and Alastor had come to accept that. It was no skin off his nose in life or death.

But from Alastor's experience, nobody was satisfied with that. They always wanted more than what he could give. A certain annoying television came into mind making him growl. Would Adam be the same?

He sighed as he flopped into bed. He would think about this tomorrow.

Four months, two weeks

Alastor gave it enough thought. He was well and truly in love with Adam. He watched his lamb, for he was his and his alone, sitting on the hotel's roof with an animal he didn't care to know the name of. It was a cross between a chicken and a rat with a beak full of razor-sharp teeth that wouldn't hesitate to bite your shins if you weren't careful.

Adam, of course, was the exception to it all as he petted the thing on his lap as it slept. He murmured soft things to it and looked at peace.

Alastor was holding a bouquet, one that held meaning. It consisted of red Roses, peonies, tulips, amaryllis, and American Cowslip. It was hard for even him to get flowers such as this, they didn't normally grow in the Pride Ring, but Alastor wanted to pull all the stops.

He sighed to himself, why was he so nervous, as he walked up to the lamb demon. Alastor cleared his throat to get his attention and Adam turned to him with a lazy smile. "Hi, Alastor. What do you got there?"

"I know exactly what they mean." Alastor interrupted. "I picked them out especially for you." Adam let out a shaky breath, his warm brown eyes flickering from the flowers back to the Radio Demon.

Alastor bowed to Adam and presented him with the flowers. "For you, mon ange~" The sheep demon gently moved the sleeping creature before gingerly taking the bouquet in his hands. "Alastor, do you know what these mean? Because—"

"Adam, would you do me the magnificent honor of allowing me to court you?" Brown eyes widened. It was filled with fear, hurt, hope, and intrigue. Adam was always filled with so much emotion.

"I—I, you have to know about my failed marriages. I don't want to fuck up what we have because I want more." He said softly. This was the most vulnerable he had ever seen the demon. Alastor realized just how much trust he was putting in him and he couldn't help but feel even more love.

"No relationship, friendship or romantic, is easy." He placed a clawed hand on the taller demon's cheek causing him to gasp softly. "But I want to try." Alastor then added, "If you feel uncomfortable with the idea though, we can forget this happened. I am more than happy being friends with you."

He watched so many emotions flicker in his eyes before Adam timidly smiled. "Let's do it. Let's fuckign do it."

Four months, three weeks.

Alastor brushed through his hair with a comb. This was it. He had a date with Adam. Their first ever date was tonight and everything had to be perfect. For the past week, they have been keeping their relationship a secret. Alastor was fine with that. He wanted his lamb to be comfortable with everything they do.

They had sweet nights together, just talking about everything and anything. Food prepared especially for Adam that Alastor tried to replicate from when the man was alive. He also had fun showing him his own roots. Adam was a fast learner, taking all the information like a sponge. Sure, his vocabulary was sprinkled with curses and his music was less than desirable, but they both respected each other and that said a lot.

Alastor took one last look in the mirror and smiled. He was never fully dressed without one.

Walking out of his room, he made his way to Adam's room where they agreed to meet up before heading to the restaurant. As he prepared himself to knock, he heard a voice he recognized immediately and it made his hackles rise.

"What's wrong, Adam? Where's that furious spirit you have?" Lucifer. He hated that man. Not only was he a neglectful father, but he was also a pitiful man who moaned about his ex-wife all the time to those who could hear it. Especially when he was drunk. He threw his power around with Adam because Charlie had him under contract and he wasn't allowed to hurt anyone in the hotel. Lucifer used this against him a lot.

"Let go! Fucking let go!" Adam yelled angrily but Alastor could hear the fear tinged in it. With a furious growl, he manifested into the room and took in what was in front of him.

Lucifer had a leash around Adam's neck, holding it harshly to the point he was wheezing. A heeled boot was digging into his lower back and Alastor knew it would leave a bruise.

"Well, what do you have here?" Alastor growled out menacingly. They both looked up. One with a carefully blank expression and the other with a fearful yet hopeful look.

"Run along, Bambi. This doesn't concern you." Lucifer said before he yanked the chain again. Adam, like the good lamb he was, refused to let out the whimper Alastor could see bubbling up.

"Charlie is looking for you. What should I tell her about what I'm seeing?" Lucifer growled out as well. Pure demonic energy filled the room, neither one seemingly ready to back down. Alastor supposed the fear of losing whatever family he had left was enough for Lucifer to back down after awhile. With a final yank, the chain disappeared along with the King of Hell.

Alastor helped Adam up and brought him into a hug. "My dear, it's alright now. I won't let him do that anymore."

Adam was shaking, trusting that Alastor wouldn't make fun of him for being so shaken up. As if the Radio Demon would ever do such a thing. "Adam, it's going to be okay. I'm here to protect you now." Adam finally allowed a few tears out and gave a shaky smile. "You always are. Thank you, Alastor. I hope this doesn't ruin our date."

"Of course not. And might I say, you look beautiful!" With a snap of his fingers, the dirt on Adam disappeared from his clothes leaving him in the nice dress shirt and pants he had dressed himself in.

"Should we head for the restaurant now? We do have reservations if you're still up for it."

"Fuck yes."

The date was splendid. The food was excellent. Adam seemed to have had a wonderful time and they were now in Alastor's bedroom.

The Radio Demon smirked at his lamb, who was sitting on his lap with a blush on his face. "Now, before we do anything, I must confess something." Alastor knew this was truly the moment of truth. Would Adam accept him for who he was?

"I can't have sex with you." He said bluntly. Adam tilted his head, blush fading as he listened to Alastor. "I just never felt that way before. Never. Even now, when I'm holding you and want to bite you, I'm not aroused in the slightest."

Adam nodded as if he just explained everything. "You're asexual. That's fine."

"I'm what now?" Alastor asked, completely confused by the term.

"Asexual. Someone who doesn't have a sexual attraction to anyone. I mean, there's a whole ass spectrum and I'm not the best fucking person to explain everything, but yeah. That's perfectly normal. There are plenty of people in Heaven who are asexual and who are still in healthy relationships. We don't have to have sex. I want to be with you because I love you."

Alastor chuckled. Who knew there was a word this entire time that explained why he was the way he was? "Oh, Adam. You really are the best thing to Fall into Hell."

Adam was back to blushing now, flustered by the compliment. "But I believe you misunderstood me." The sheep demon looked delightfully confused. "While I might not be doing anything, doesn't mean we can't have fun."

Alastor grinned wickedly as he summoned his shadow and picked Adam up. The sheep squeaked in surprise at the sudden motion. "Let me show you just how much fun we can have." The shadow directed Adam and had him turned around but not before stripping him naked. He was dropped back onto Alastor's lap who was quick to grab his wrists and pin them above with a tentacle.

"A—Alastor!" Adam moaned out when the Radio Demon licked up his neck. His lamb smelled delicious~.

"Yes, my dear? I hope this is to your liking." Adam moaned when his shadow twisted his nipples gently. Alastor didn't know that he would be so sensitive!

Adam rocked in his lap and Alastor watched fascinated as he got aroused. This was something that he caused and for some reason, it gave a possessive and obsessive need to be the only one to cause this. No one would ever be allowed to touch Adam this way. He would sooner burn all of Hell down before he would allow someone to touch what was his. Alastor's mother always said he never liked to share.

"More, please!" Adam begged. Alastor loved it when his lamb begged. He sounded beautiful. "More? Oh, but our first time should be gentle." He teased into the crook of his neck, knowing that would drive someone like Adam insane.

"I can take it! Please!" Adam begged.

"Now, don't be a brat or I might have to spank you like one. Your first time with me will be gentle and loving." Alastor's word was law and Adam could tell because he nodded pitifully.

While his shadow was busy deep-throating Adam, the Radio Demon licked and bit his way through Adam's neck. He tasted divine! A true delicacy! Experimenting, Alastor bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood. Adam moaned loud and low, his dick twitching in his shadow. Ah, so he liked biting? That was something they had in common.

Adam was thrashing in his hold so Alastor held him down by one hip while his shadow held him down on the other. The Radio Demon was stronger than Adam but the fact that his lamb didn't fight back when he was held down showed Alastor how much trust he had in him. Trust that he would take care of him.

It was a heady feeling. More tentacles appeared and each caressed exposed skin as Adam writhed in his grip.

To seal the whole thing, Alastor watched as he drank some tea. The sounds of begging and crying from pleasure were lovely. He folded a leg over his left and watched as his lamb moaned looking at him. Perhaps he was turned on by the fact that Alastor was watching and not actively participating. He could work with that.

Alastor watched as he ejaculated in his shadow, who gobbled it up with a smirk. "And now for the main event!" Adam was held aloft, tentacles holding him in the air. His shadow, equipped with the necessary parts, stretched the pent-up Adam.

His chubby body was on full display and it delighted Alastor to know that his lamb was plumping up. It means he wasn't starving himself as much.

"Look at you! All tied up for me to look at. I just want to put you on display, you're so beautiful!" Adam moaned, his voice muffled by a tentacle in his mouth.

"You looked stuffed, lamb. Do you want to be my feast?" Alastor asked as he casually sipped his tea.

His shadow seemed done prepping him and was now gently thrusting into him, just like Alastor ordered him to. Nice and slow. Gentle. It was sure to drive Adam mad with pleasure.

Adam moaned, his body rocking in the grip of his tentacles. "I love this look on you. A drooling mess. But it's mine, understood? I don't like to share, my lamb. If we are to do this, you must only do it with me." The tentacle in his mouth was brought out of his mouth and it turned Adam's head in his direction. "Well, Adam? Do you want to be mine? To hold? To love? To be partners in every sense of the word?"

Adam had just enough sense left in his brain to yell out, "Yes! I want you!" Alastor watched as he climaxed on the floor as his shadow finished inside him. Adam was gently placed in Alastor's arms and the Radio Demon took him to the bathroom. Yes, this lamb was his alone.

Hope that was good! Again, I tried to keep Alastor as canon as I could. Love you, anon!

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anonymousewrites · 4 months ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Sixteen

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Adolescent Antichrist to Adolescent Deity

Summary: (Y/N) and Lucifer get to live and love.

Mouse Note: I can't believe it. Three years of this story, and it has come to its end. I can't believe. Red and Lucifer and Em and Leon and Olive and Noa and Marcel have been so near and dear to my heart for so long, it's hard saying go. But they have their happy ending. I couldn't be happier for them. And I couldn't be happier for all of you readers and commenters who supported my madness and my fun these last few years. You are all amazing, and I grew so much from the first chapter of Book 1 to this final chapter of Book 6. Thank you so much.

“So I don’t have to go out like Muriel?”

“No, you can have your own way of having fun and connecting with your interests,” said (Y/N). “Muriel is apparently a partier—there are other angels who like doing that. If you like quieter things more, then that’s fine. You can read, try tea or coffee, or just go for walks. Try joining a library book club if you’re lonely. Alright, Raphael?”

“…I suppose that makes sense,” said Raphael. “Thank you, G—Deity.”

“You’re welcome.” (Y/N) stood from the couch. “Are you feeling better?”

“I am.” Raphael shifted nervously. “I-I thought you wouldn’t speak to me, but Andriel said you helped her.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Now, go and try something new but something that’s in your interests. You can go out of your comfort zone another time.”

“Thank you. Goodbye.” Raphael smiled, flapped his wings, and disappeared.

“Another successful therapy session?” said Lucifer, walking into the living room with a cup of tea.

He handed it to them, and (Y/N) took a thankful sip and sighed happily. They liked helping the angels out—boy did they need a lot of help—but it could also be tiring. After all, (Y/N) was seventeen still. Not for long, but still. There was a lot resting on their shoulders, and it was a miracle (ironically) that they had been doing so well for so long.

“Yes,” said (Y/N), smiling at Lucifer.

However, despite it all, (Y/N) was satisfied. There was peace. The angels were only making minor chaos on Earth exploring their individuality (which gave (Y/N) plenty of moments to get rid of their irritation by scolding them), (Y/N) could interfere ever-so-slightly if it felt like the world was about to tip in a dangerous direction (though (Y/N) avoided it since that felt wrong and they refused to actually control anyone since they respected free will—even to make mistakes), and (Y/N)’s life had finally found a rhythm of calm.

Or, near calm.

(Y/N) also had graduation and their fashion project to go, and then it was their birthday, and they needed a university to go to, and the angels wanted some sort of coronation or something in the Silver City (which they had already paraded (Y/N) around), and (Y/N) was tempted to escape to another universe at times.

“I’m glad things are going so well,” said Lucifer. “I admit, I was a bit worried.”

“You were worried? I was freaking out,” said (Y/N). It was one thing to become the Deity in the moment, but after a long, well-deserved nap, (Y/N) woke up literally glowing and screamed.

“And yet you have handled the transition with grace,” said Lucifer encouragingly.

“Grace was telling Jophiel he should try to be more than a frat boy in his life?” said (Y/N) sarcastically.

“Grace was telling him to find out more about himself,” said Lucifer.

He was incredibly proud of all that (Y/N) had achieved. He had wanted to be God to protect them, and now…they had grown up. He would always be there for them and help them and support them, but (Y/N) had grown strong and independent. He didn’t need to worry as much. And he was more than happy that they held the power of a God. Lucifer didn’t know of someone more deserving or capable.

(Y/N) smiled shyly and took a sip of their drink. “How is Michael?”

“I think the therapy is helping,” said Lucifer. “I suspect it is about family issues—”

“What else?” grumbled (Y/N).

“—but he’s seemed…calmer.” Lucifer smiled. “I doubt we will ever be close, but I think he is going to be a better person than he was.”

“The bar is pretty low,” joked (Y/N), but they were still glad.

“Indeed.” Lucifer chuckled. “But enough about family—or, Celestial family. We have an event tonight.”

“What?” said (Y/N), blinking.

“…Your fashion show?” said Lucifer.

“Shit!”

Apparently, being the Deity of Creation didn’t mean they couldn’t curse anymore.

“Okay, everyone’s makeup and hair is done, the clothing is ready, people are sitting down outside, the music is cued, what else, what else…” (Y/N) rambled as they walked around the backstage of their show.

“Birdie.” Em caught (Y/N)’s hands and squeezed. “Take a deep breath.”

(Y/N) looked at their partner and breathed in long and slow. They let out the breath, and their shoulders sagged.

“There you go,” said Em. “It’s going to be fine. Better than fine. The clothes look beautiful. Everyone is going to be in awe. And do you know why?”

“Because I can just use magic to make it better if something goes wrong?” said (Y/N).

Em laughed as (Y/N) tried to joke to take the edge off. “Because you worked hard. You don’t need magic or powers or anything else. You worked hard. And that is what counts. Alright? You have overcome every obstacle put in your life, and no matter what the challenge or danger, you’ve risen to it. This is a celebration of that strength. It’s a celebration of you. My Birdie.” She kissed (Y/N).

(Y/N) smiled and kissed back. “I’m so glad to have you. I know-I know it’s been a lot, me becoming…a deity, but I’m so happy I have you with me. Just like the others, but you—” (Y/N) swallowed. “Emeranne, I love you.”

Em’s smile widened, and pure adoration was in their gaze. “I love you, too, (Y/N). For all that you are.” They always had.

Em leaned in and kissed (Y/N) again. For a moment, the world was just the two of them in love. Everything was going to be alright. Because they had each other. Because they had love.

“This is exciting,” said Chloe, smiling. “I’m sure you’re proud of (Y/N).”

Lucifer nodded and smiled widely. “I am. And I haven’t seen any of the pieces put fully together, so I’m completely in the dark.”

“Emeranne refused to tell me, her queen, anything,” grumbled Maze.

“You need to have patience,” said Eve, chastising her girlfriend.

“They were probably nervous to show you,” said Linda.

“But I’m always proud of them,” said Lucifer.

“Yes, but you mean a lot to (Y/N). They want you to be impressed,” said Linda.

“Then I’ll grin the entire time,” said Lucifer.

Amenadiel chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll like that.”

“It’s going to be great. We all know how hard (Y/N) worked on this,” said Chloe.

“I know.” Lucifer’s smiled softened. “They’ve grown up into such a capable person. I don’t know where they got it.”

Chloe took his hand and squeezed. “I do.”

Lucifer smiled at her and kissed the back of her hand.

The lights of the room went off, and everyone sat up straighter. It was time for the show to begin. Over the speakers, dramatic classical music began. Red lights shot up around the room, casting mysterious shadows over the audience. White lights snapped on to face the stage.

Marcel walked out first. He had redyed his hair, and the purple was wisteria light, gentle and handsome. On his face, highlighter shone with golden dust, an exaggerated, ethereal feel. But the clothes were what stood out, what everyone was there for. And Marcel wore them proudly.

It was a suit of pure white. The pants were long and crisply sewn. The top was a button up with a high, lacy collar, and a corset cinched his waist. Overtop it all was a long white cloak, and down the edges were golden stitches. As it swept by, it was clear that the gold was stars, suns, and crosses. It matched the crosses dangling from his ears and the golden heels he walked in.

Marcel reached the end of the runway and posed with his hands in a prayer position.

Lucifer found himself grinning as he watched. (Y/N) had made their clothing be themed on their life, the different people and beings they knew. Their family. Marcel was playing the angel.

Olive was next to walk. Her blonde hair had been curled and pinned up so that the front fell messily around her face while the back was a bun of golden waves. The pins were gold with red jewels, glinting in the light. Ruby teardrop-shaped jewels hung from her ears and matched the dusting of red across Olive’s cheeks. Her eyes were dusted with pink eyeshadow, and their lips had the barest hint of redness. It seemed like she was supposed to be sorrowful, and her elegant, ballerina-style steps felt like melancholy drifted with her.

The clothes hung around her with beautiful somberness. Red billowing sleeves hung from her shoulders and were attached to a halter neck but were free from the bodice of Olive’s dress. It left her collarbone free for a red and gold necklace to highlight the neckline. The dress itself had a simple red corset top with no boning on the outside. White lace died slightly black—as if rotting—lined the top of the bodice, and a similar fade of white-to-black appeared in the ribbons sinching the corset. The skirts of the dress were of the same scarlet, falling long in the back and shortened with stitching and ribbons in the front, achieving an exaggerated Victorian effect. Her exposed legs were clad in red, rose-patterned tights, and the Mary Janes she walked in were white dipped in ink, dripping in darkness.

Olive reached the end of the runway and lifted a hand to drape it across her face with a sorrowful yet angry expression. With the golden curls and bare collar, Lucifer blinked as he recognized the picture she made. “Fallen Angel” by Alexandre Cabanel. Olive was the fallen angel. Luicfer.

Lucifer felt his heart stir, and he held Chloe’s hand tightly with emotion as Olive walked back past him.

Fortunately, the next model took his attention before he was too moved by (Y/N)’s design. They had their black coils of hair flowing freely, and they wore a black, dark-jeweled necklace across their neck. Gloves covered their arms, and an off-shoulder, lantern-sleeved dress of black lace fell from them. Gentle ruffles defined the shape and swayed with every step the model made. It was deceptively simple but beautifully made. The model blew a kiss at the end of the runway and turned with perfect attitude.

Eve, thought Lucifer. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he just did. It was the gentle femininity Eve favored in her clothes, but it had the black and darkness that Eve had found herself enjoying as she finally got together with Maze.

Eve herself grinned and held Maze’s hand tighter.

Leon was next to walk. He had lines of gold eyeliner around his eyes flaring out and a black lip on. The simple design of their makeup matched the simple elegance of their outfit.

It was a long and black. Thick borders lined the wrists and long necklace. The sleeves and bodice were translucent with gold and black designs stitched overtop. A wide belt defined Leon’s waist, and he had long, loose black pants. Similar golden designs sparkled on top of them. The back of the bodice flowed out into a black cape. It moved like shadows with every step Leon took. As he posed, they made sure to move just so the cape would fly through the air and billow like darkness.

(Y/N)’s powers. Lucifer smiled.

Noa walked next. Their braids were piled high on their head with a few hanging down around their face. Golden beads and a few fake coins hung in the braids. They had red eyeliner around their eyes and dark lipstick with red at the center of their lips.

They had on black shirt with billowing sleeves and ruffled wrists. Sleek black pants were on the bottom, and though both were tailored incredibly well, the best part of the outfit was the corset. It was just around the waist and looked like porcelain—cleverly painted and put together. Gold bonding trailed up Noa’s waist and became an ornamental halter like armor. The part around the waist had red paneling that shone in the light. From the waist hung gold chains with black and gold beads.

Noa posed with a smirk and a condescending, commanding look around the room.

Maze.

Mazikeen herself nodded with a smirk. She was pleased with how (Y/N) portrayed her and saw her.

The next model wasn’t someone they knew, but the theme continued. This model had nude makeup, but that was because the outfit stood out enough to make it unnecessary to have any more definition.

It was entirely red, from the jacket to the shirt to the pants. Red and dark scarlet jewels and beading were sewn into the lapels, around the collar, and onto the pants. As the model walked, the light glinted off the red, a beacon of hellish color.

The Antichrist. Lucifer smiled. He felt it. It was (Y/N)'s signature color

And now the finale. Em stepped out into the light and shone. Their red hair had slight waves despite its shortness, and gold dusted their cheeks. Her eyes were lined in white with golden eyeshadow, and simple metallic earrings were piercing their ears.

But the dress. The dress. It was as golden as the light that shone in (Y/N)’s wings. As golden as the light that shone in them and their powers. As golden as a god.

Em stepped forward. The dress had nude, transparent fabric across their neck and collar to allow for the dress to hand off their shoulders. It was beading around their neckline and became simple, wide sleeves. The dress fell around her like a waterfall of light, hanging asymmetrically down to their ankle. Golden heels glinted as Em walked down. From the straps hanging off their shoulders fell a long gold cape of tulle. It trailed as they walked, and Em glowed as they walked.

Deity.

It was breathtaking to watch (Y/N)’s work shine. Everyone just stared in awe as the golden magic of a dress passed by and returned backstage.

And then each model came out again, one after another, to end the show—angel, the fallen, Eve, shadows, Maze, demon, Deity. (Y/N) emerged at the back. Everyone was on their feet in an instant, clapping. Lucifer grinned proudly alongside the rest of (Y/N)’s family as they walked to the end of the runway with Em at their side.

They had on their usual outfit, but instead of black they had white. Their loose white pants had patches of red sewn on, and their red crop-top was over a white, translucent undershirt.

(Y/N) grinned at everyone and bowed. They looked at Lucifer, and a huge pressure lifted from their shoulders as they saw him smiling. He was proud. (Y/N) had done it. They had made something beautiful.

“So it was good?” said (Y/N) nervously.

“Of course it was!” said Marcel

“Everyone was entranced,” said Olive, grinning.

“No one could take their eyes off your designs,” said Leon.

“All your hard work paid off. The show was amazing,” said Noa.

“Let’s get a photo,” said Em. “We need to commemorate Birdie’s first show.” Handing their phone to another student, all the models gathered in around (Y/N). “Say ‘Holy!’ ”

(Y/N) almost glared, but as everyone cheered, they couldn’t help but laugh and grin.

Click!

A wonderful moment was captured.

“That was incredible!” Lucifer hugged (Y/N) tightly as they came out as their friends changed backstage. “You are so so so talented! I’m so proud.”

“Your work is beautiful, (Y/N),” said Chloe, smiling as (Y/N) was smooshed by Lucifer’s hug.

“Badass is more like it,” said Maze approvingly.

“I loved the black dress,” said Eve, smiling.

“Your inspiration was clear, but the way you made it was just…magnificent,” said Linda.

“It had a lot of love in it,” said Amenadiel.

“Thank you, everyone,” said (Y/N), smiling at everyone. “I’m very glad you liked it. I really worked hard.”

“It certainly paid off. It was pure art,” said Lucifer.

“…I got an offer because of it,” said (Y/N) quietly.

“What?” Lucifer looked at them.

“I—Some of the people here work in the fashion industry, and they gave me a card and told me to come and speak to them.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “They weren’t any of your—”

“No favors here,” said Lucifer. “I have contacts in the industry, but this offer, this amazing skill you have, it’s all you.” Lucifer hugged them tightly as they smiled and teared up. The rest of their family watched happily. “I’m so proud of you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) closed their eyes as happy tears fell down their cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Dad.”

“Getting a moment alone?” said Lucifer. He sat down next to (Y/N) on the terrace while the celebration of (Y/N)’s job/scholarship offer and their show continued inside the penthouse.

(Y/N) smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Just wanted to get some fresh air.” They looked up at the stars above them. They were quiet as they sat with their Dad.

“Is it going to change?” asked (Y/N).

“What?” said Lucifer.

“Everything. I’m…a deity. You can go to Heaven again. Your siblings are free to come and go from Earth. My friends and I are going to be doing Celestial things and university.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “Everything is changing.”

“(Y/N), you and all your friends are Celestial,” said Lucifer. “You can come and go from places as you’d like. You’re never far from them or your family.” He smiled. “And especially not me. Never me.”

(Y/N) smiled and leaned on his shoulder. Lucifer hugged them.

“Thanks, Dad,” they said softly.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Lucifer smiled at them. “I’m your dad. I’m always going to be here for you. That will never change.”

“It’s weird to think that just a few years ago I was just some kid you found,” said (Y/N). “And now I went from an Adolescent Antichrist to Adolescent Deity.”

“And I went from Devil to Dad,” said Lucifer. He chuckled. “What a pair we are.”

(Y/N) smiled. “When do you think we became a pair? Father and child?”

Lucifer considered. “I don’t know. I think I knew you were important to me from the start. The labels…it just came naturally. But I knew I cared from the start.”

(Y/N) looked back up at the stars with a happy gleam in their eyes. “I think I knew it, too.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” said Lucifer. “Forever and always.”

(Y/N) closed their eyes as Lucifer held them tightly and kissed their forehead. They were home. They had their greatest desire—love. “I love you, too, Dad.”

And love would never change.

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devildom-moss · 2 years ago

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Calling them "baby girl" in front of others (dateables)

(Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon x gn!MC)

(suggestive)

Diavolo

You had joined Diavolo, Lucifer, and Barbatos for tea at the castle. Diavolo had recently returned from a meeting and was still in his suit – looking like one of those gorgeous creatures you might be tempted to follow somewhere dangerous. An acquaintance of his sent him home with a large box of sweets. He wanted to share with three of his favorite people. The box sat between you all at the table. Diavolo started eyeing the pudding closest to your side of the table before eventually asking you if he could try it.

“Sure thing, baby girl,” you replied, taking a spoon and offering him a bite. He gulped and his face heated up. He can’t believe you called him that while offering to feed him – especially in front of Barbatos and Lucifer. It almost would have been humiliating if it hadn’t turned him on so much. He enjoys it when you dote on him, but he didn’t expect you to be so bold. Neither had Lucifer and Barbatos, who felt as if they had witnessed something they shouldn’t have and couldn’t decide whether they should scold you for being so impudent with the future king or just let Diavolo handle it himself. It wasn’t until they heard the soft, flustered “thank you” from Diavolo before he opened his mouth for you with a blush reaching his ears that Lucifer and Barbatos realized that no one would be scolding you – least of all Diavolo. Barbatos cleared his throat and asked Lucifer to join him in the garden for a stroll. Lucifer reluctantly agreed. As soon as they left, Diavolo started removing his tie and asking you to say it again.

“Please, MC, just once more?” The chair you were sitting in was forced to bear the weight of both of you as Diavolo, now stripped of his jacket and tie, climbed over your lap. He was looking down at you, but he looked so desperate and delicate – as if his heart might shatter to dust and clot in his blood if you denied him.

“For you, baby girl? Of course.” It’s enough to make him tremble. You didn’t expect him to react like this; it wasn’t serious until he got that shy look on his face. He was surprisingly submissive, and the thought that Lucifer and Barbatos both knew what was happening in that room only made him want you more.

Diavolo’s so used to trying to protect his citizens and planning for the future of the Devildom. Even with all the help, it’s exhausting. When you called him “baby girl,” it felt like you were giving him permission to relinquish control to you. He doesn’t really mind being called a girl, either. It feels so nice when you say it. All he can focus on is you and how much he wants you to take everything from him.

Barbatos

Solomon was hosting a gathering with his favorite toys apprentice and two of his favorite pact-having demons. He wanted some help with an experiment. Solomon started his testing by handing both of the demons a tube of soft pink fluid and having them drink it. From there, you and Solomon were tasked with watching for any changes, but he refused to tell anyone what those changes might be – just that no one had anything to worry about. Asmo snuggled up between you and Solomon, dropping the latest Devildom gossip, while Barbatos tasked himself with checking e-mails and making a grocery list, occasionally chiming in with his own bits of gossip or correcting Asmo’s rumors. Over twenty minutes had passed with no signs of change in either demon.

Barbatos was growing bored – or rather, he craved something more productive. He walked over to the pile of limbs that Asmo had pulled you and Solomon into. “If you will allow me the use of your kitchen, I would be happy to prepare some tea for everyone.”

“Sure, Barbatos,” Solomon granted him access to the kitchen, but you felt bad that even in these circumstances, Barbatos was trying to serve others. You grabbed his thigh, just tight enough to keep him from walking away. You caught his gaze, as well.

“Allow me, baby girl.” You don’t know what possessed you to call him that, but the brief parting of his lips and the pink flush on his cheeks was worth it. Asmo and Solomon stared at you in disbelief. If it had been anyone but you, Solomon would have expected to need a new apprentice. Barbatos stood, stiff, even as you released his leg and stood up to go into the kitchen. By the time you had walked to the door, Barbatos had whipped around and followed you.

“I’ll assist you with that.”

He, in fact, did not assist you in making tea. As soon as that door closed behind him, he pulled you into his arms and whispered “tease” in your ear before kissing down your neck. His breath was ragged and hot. You must have been trying to fluster him, and it worked. He didn’t know why something so ridiculous got to him, but his self-control was dwindling. Whatever was in that potion Solomon gave him had to be the cause – or at least, that was what Barbatos convinced himself as he felt his body heat up. You could feel every growing inch of him pressing against you. He pleaded against your neck, “MC, teleport us somewhere more private, please?”

Solomon was upset that his experiment had been interrupted. After an intrusive, personal interview about what happened to Barbatos after you disappeared coupled with his own observations of Asmodeus, Solomon concluded that he would need to run the experiments again. Barbatos refused his request.

Simeon

“No way.” You protested.

“Do it,” Asmo nudged you.

“You lost the game, MC. You have to do what Asmo said. Personally, I would have said you should call him a kitten.” Satan shrugged.

“You like pet-play, we get it.”

“Just go,” Asmo waved you on.

You lost a card game to Asmo and Satan. When Asmo won, he got to dare you to do anything he said. It could have gone wrong in many ways, but you didn’t think he would tell you to call Simeon “baby girl.” Asmo just wanted to see how Simeon would react, but he was a bit afraid to try it himself. He wasn’t even sure if Simeon would understand that you were flirting with him, but Asmo figured Simeon couldn’t be that innocent.

You walked up to Simeon, and he smiled that sweet smile of his. It was evident that he was happy to see you every time. When he looked at you like that, he was trying to convince you that you were his home now. That adoration made you feel guilty as you felt Asmo and Satan watching you from behind. Simeon pulled out a small box wrapped in pink ribbon and handed it to you.

“I baked cookies for you.”

“Thank you, baby girl. You’re so sweet.”

Simeon’s eyes widened – so slightly and briefly that Asmo and Satan were unable to tell from their safe distance down the hall. He smothered his shock with an adorable smile and said, “I’m just happy to bring a smile to your face.”

His sweetness was stunning. Had he not heard you or was he just ignoring that part? He left you standing there, greeting Asmo and Satan on his way down the hall. All three of you returned to the classroom, disappointed. Simeon must have ignored it because he knew you were being watched. Or maybe he just didn’t care, you thought. That is, until you received a text from Simeon: I’m not sure what you intended to do back there. Please meet me after class, and you can explain yourself on the walk to Purgatory hall. Clear your schedule. It may take me a long time to understand. 🖤

Solomon

You and Solomon were working in the lab with Satan and Belphegor – the latter was taking a nap, and was only there because he didn’t want to go home without you. Solomon was making considerable progress on a magical request from Asmo: lip gloss that made anyone you kissed praise you honestly. Satan was observing with hopes to alter it and use it against Lucifer somehow. Solomon was thrilled that you were willing to help him, but his joy was cut short when Lucifer came into the room looking for you.

“There you are, MC. I need your help in the council room,” Lucifer demanded your presence, and that annoyed Solomon.

“I’m sorry, but my apprentice is helping me right now.”

“Well, I need them.”

“Make a pact with me, then.”

“Not happening.”

“Then get your own apprentice.”

“That’s my human, too.”

A tense aura rushed into the room, exciting Satan and causing Belphie to stir in his sleep. As always, you were going to have to solve this. You sighed with the exasperation of someone who has played mediator and therapist one too many times that week.

“Solomon, you’re almost done here, so I’m going to help Lucifer for now. You can finish up without me. I’ll make it up to you later, so just be good. Okay, baby girl?”

A blush overtook Solomon’s face, and he looked away from you. Even Lucifer was flustered by the situation he was in. Solomon quickly reassessed and chuckled. While Lucifer was still staring at you both in disbelief, Solomon pulled you close to him and kissed you. His cheeks were still pink as he moaned against your lips. He made sure to stare at Lucifer as he pulled away from you, panting slightly.

“Okay,” he returned his gaze to you and spoke with a soft tone of innocence that betrayed his actions. He squeezed your hand in his before you left the room. Lucifer said very little to you the rest of the day.

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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ive loved all your other mitsuri x whoever posts, could i have the obey me brothers with a mitsuri kanroji s/o?

In this, the brothers are kind of possessive and protective, but not downright yandere… besides Belphie.

Lucifer

He thought you were absolutely beautiful when you first arrived. Your pink and green hair along with your green eyes were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes. However, you were taking a defensive stance with your…blade? You were surrounded by demons, and you’re visibly scared. The urge to protect you just grew.

He was always very protective of you, but you still carried your whips around. The first time you actually demonstrated your strength was when Mammon stole something of yours and tried to sell it. You had an angry look on your face as you lacerated him. It wasn’t the worst pain he’s ever experienced, but Lucifer is surprised at how you did that with no hesitation.

Mans probably worships the ground you walk on, to be honest. He will always keep tabs on you whenever you go out by yourself just to make sure you are alright. He would never be able to forgive himself if you got hurt and he could’ve prevented it. If you see him around, no you don’t.

If you were to call him “darling” or “love”, he would do the same. It was the small terms of endearment that had him wrapped around your finger. Whenever you called him one of the little pet names, he would look around before his eyes met yours. It was like a language that only the two of you could speak.

Mammon

Mans honestly thought you were breathtaking. I mean that literally. When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. His heart skipped multiple beats at a time. He was a demon in love at first sight.

He takes his job as your protector very seriously. He will throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of any situation he deems dangerous. The first time you demonstrated your strength was when Levi went to attack you for winning the TSL quiz. Mammon was shocked when his younger brother was bleeding because you lacerated him.

The amount of modeling gigs you both score is… terrifying. You both go viral and have even won the title of “Devildom’s Hottest Couple” multiple different times. Mammon never wants you to do a gig by yourself because that means he wouldn’t be there to protect you. In return, he’ll turn down agencies you don’t want him to accept.

Please, for the love of everything in all the 3 Realms, call him “sweetie” or “sweetheart”. He will absolutely melt. If you call him either name, he is down on one knee for you. He is taking you out to dinner and taking you shopping right after. He will pay for it all because he loves you so much.

Leviathan

He is a simp. There’s no other way to say it. When he saw you, scared beyond belief, he immediately felt the urge to comfort and protect you. His heart was pounding against his chest when Lucifer introduced the two of you. His face was a bright pink, and he might as well have had hearts in his eyes.

He is most definitely very possessive. Everyday, he has to fight the urge to lock you up in his room and keep you all to himself. He’s happy that you willingly spend most of your time with him, but he can’t help but get insanely jealous when you give your attention to anything or anyone besides him.

He always makes sure to stock up on sakura mochi just so he can surprise you every once in a while. He loves being the cause of your smile, and he would fall from the Celestial Realm if it meant you would smile. You never judged him for anything, so he feels the need to return the favor in some way.

He always blushes so hard whenever you call him any pet names. His favorite is when you call him “baby” and coo at him like you would at an infant. He absolutely loves receiving your praise. Also, make sure to pepper his face in kisses at least 3 times a day. They’re his good luck charm and he swears they’re why he always wins his video games.

Satan

His breath faltered for a quick second when he first met you. After you were first introduced to each other, he noticed the kind look in your eyes while you were talking to him. No one has ever looked at him the way you did. You also had a soft, gentle voice. You didn’t seem scared of him, and that’s what made him grow attached.

He was protective, but he knew that you could take care of yourself. He would linger around to make sure that he would be able to step in if necessary. You showed your true strength when you were protecting Beel and Luke. It wasn’t everyday a human was able to wrap a whip around the Avatar of Pride’s neck until it was one tug away from beheading him. He was both shocked and proud.

He loved to take you out to cat café’s. He would look at the menu online to see if they served sakura mochi. That’s another thing: he always remembers everything you tell him. Even if it was just in passing, he will store it in his memory. He always surprises you with little gifts so that you can see how much he truly cares.

Being with him made you feel like you were in a romance novel. He loved to call you things like “darling” and “dearest”, and he loved it when you responded with a pet name like the ones he gave you. It reminds him of elderly couples who were as in love as they were when they first met.

Asmodeus

You looked absolutely adorable! No, don’t hide, he won’t bite… yet! He absolutely loved you from the first millisecond he laid his eyes on you. You just looked so cute, he could eat you right up! The kind look in your eyes and your shy voice just made his heart explode. You were just too much for him.

He wasn’t very protective, but he was possessive. He would get pouty whenever he saw you having fun with one of his other brothers. He would grab you by the hand and pull you back to his room, where he continued to pout until you kissed his cheek or his lips. Then he is back to his happy, normal self.

He loved to take you out shopping whenever you want or whenever you have to go run errands anyway. He loved dressing you up in a lot of cute outfits, and he loved it even more when you squealed when you liked the outfit he picked out for you. His Devilgram is just filled with pictures of the two of you.

You both were just so lovey-dovey with each other, everyone else either awed or gagged. You’re the kind of couple to order hot chocolate with whipped cream just so you could grab a dab on your finger and boop the other’s nose. Your giggles were contagious, and the two of you always erupted in laughter. Here is where he takes even more pictures of you, but he doesn’t post them. They are for his eyes only.

Beelzebub

He dropped his sandwich when he first saw you. You were just so beautiful that he couldn’t help but stare as you went around introducing yourself to everyone. He stuttered through his own name as he tried to start a conversation with you. It was then he realized that he was down bad for you.

He was most definitely very protective of you. He always had to be near you to make sure that he was safe. Even his twin brother wasn’t an exception to his ‘stay six feet away from Y/N at all times’ rule. After the incident with Belphie, he was the last one that Beel trusted to be around you.

He always hears you whenever you cheer him on at his Fangol games. You could be as quiet as a mouse and your voice is the only one he swears he hears. He only pays attention to you. If you were to dress up in a pink and green cheerleading outfit with pom-poms, he would propose to you on camera right on the field.

He loves the rare moments where he can just relax with you. He loves laying his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair while you both snack on the sakura mochi you love so much. This big behemoth of a demon swears that he will marry you one day if you ever call him “baby” or anything like that… I simp for him…

Belphegor

When he first saw you in the attic, he had to admit that he wanted to abandon his plan so badly. You were just so innocent that he felt like total shit for using you to escape this prison of his. Surely you understand! You would forgive him… right? There was no way in his mind that you wouldn’t.

He is both protective and possessive. It’s a struggle getting out of bed each day because he has an iron grip on you, even when he’s asleep. He mumbles something about you being warm, and while that’s part of the reason why he wants you to stay, it’s not the whole story. No, he wants you all to himself. His brothers can go screw themselves for all he cares.

He doesn’t exactly like going out, but whenever you take him stargazing he can’t help but notice how the stars reflect in your eyes. He points out different constellations and you ask about each and every one of them. You were just so adorable, and he finally had enough when he pulled you into his arms and laid his head on your chest.

He loves the days where you gently wake him up by running your hands through his hair and whisper his name accompanied with the nickname “darling”. For some reason, it always makes him get up each morning. He didn’t know why either, maybe his body was telling the both of you that the two of you were soulmates?

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autistic-inmate · 2 years ago

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SUPERNATURAL LUCIFER X FEM!READER

(Reader is referred to as sister)

- You joke around with Lucifer and your brother, Dean, doesn’t like it :)

fluff 😇

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I walked into the room that my brothers were in, "Where's Clarence?"

"Not sure, said he had some angel business to deal with." Dean muttered as he continued to stare at his laptop screen. I sighed and fell down onto one of the chairs "I'm booorreedd." I whined and nobody said anything, "Ok I guess I'll go annnd.." I paused while I thought about what to do, "Find a case." Normally they would 'advise' not to because it could be dangerous on my own, but they didn't even look up. Maybe I should elaborate, "Actually you know what? I'm gonna go find a vamps nest." Ok they definitely wouldn't let me go alone. But I still got no answer.

"Ignore everything I just said, I can't be bothered. I think, I'm just gonna go talk to one of the angels." I hoped that would get their attention considering they dislike most of them. "Hey, I should go talk to the devil, I mean he's probably pretty lonely." Ok that must have gotten there attention. Nope, still nothing.

Alright well, "Lucifer. You know? Satan?" That caught their attention and Dean glared at me but I smiled innocently. Sam looked at me over his laptop, "What? Sorry, I'm just trying to figure this out and I feel like I haven't slept in years, did you say something about Lucifer? Has something happened?" I could tell I hit a bit of a nerve by mentioning his name but how else was I supposed to get their attention. "No, well yes I said I should go talk to him 'cause he's probably lonely." I smiled innocently at them again but they didn't look very happy.

"Don't even joke about that. I don't want you anywhere near him." I could tell Dean was serious but I didn't understand why. Well, I did, I knew why. He's killed people, he wanted Sam as a vessel, he tried to start the apocalypse and he is Satan. But I know a side to Lucifer that they don't, a side to him that's not all death and destruction.

I was about to speak but I felt the temperature drop. I saw the panic in Sams face and Dean reached for his gun by instinct. "You called, darling?" Oh joy, Lucifer is here.

"What a pleasant surprise." I turned to face him with the fakest, most cheesiest grin I could manage. "You were thinking off me so damn much that it basically came to me like a prayer, why were you thinking about me, Y/N?" He smirked as he walked closer to us and I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking about how much of an ass you are, my brothers here were agreeing." I smirked right back at him and he scoffed "I know you like me really and you enjoy my company more than anyone else's, you're not fooling anyone." He shrugged slightly like what he had just said was painfully obvious.

"Ok that's enough, I can't take it anymore. Lucifer what the hell are you doing here, really?" Dean looked pretty mad that I was joking around with the devil but who can blame me, he's quite funny when he's not trying to start world war three.

"You act like I'm about to try and start the apocalypse Deany, I mean c'mon, I'm totally over all that now." He smiled like he just told Dean he'd bought him some flowers and baked him a cake. "Right of course, I'm sorry for assuming the worst from the literal devil, you must've just popped in to give me chocolate and watch a movie with us." Dean spoke sarcastically and Lucifer pretended to be offended and shook his head. "Wow. I know you don't like me, but that was harsh. I mean, I really did come here to watch a movie. Not with you exactly, but that is the reason. I can't believe you think so lowly of me Deano." Lucifer matched Deans sarcastic tone and it just pissed my brothers off even more, meanwhile I found it to be good entertainment.

"First of all, stop adding letters onto my name. Secondly, if you mean that you came to watch a movie with my sister? You can forget it. I won't let you get anywhere near her." Aaaaaand protective brother mode is officially on. "I'm already near her." Lucifer scoffed as he walked closer to me and threw his arm around my shoulders. "Dude get your big ass arm off of me." I tried to shrug his arm off but he added another arm so he was giving me a really weird side hug, successfully trapping me in his arms.

However before I could complain anymore, a sudden gunshot echoes throughout the room and it makes me flinch. Lucifer let go of me with a grunt. "Ouch." He pouted like a child that didn't get his own way.

I turned to look at him and realised that Dean had shot him. "Was that really necessary, Dean? I can handle myself against big ole pouty satan over here." I felt him poke me at the insult so I looked back at him to see him still pouting and I giggled. "Yes. It was completely necessary. I told him that I wasn't gonna let him near you, Y/N. I don't like how close you two seem, all buddy-buddy and shit, it's not right. Has he got you under some sorta spell? Do you need help, Y/N? 'Cause I definitely do not have a problem with killing the devil himself." Dean looked between the two of us practically giggling like a pair of school girls.

"Yes Dean, he has me under a very powerful spell." He didn't look impressed with my sarcasm. "Whatever, but you hurt her and I swear I will find a way to end you." And with that promise he left the room. We both looked at Sam and it was pretty awkward for a second before he cleared his throat "Yeah, Well I- erm- I need to carry on with this, so.." He got up and walked out with his laptop.

"Wow. You know, you could be here to kill me and both of my brothers just left me to be murdered." I joked and turned around to face him.

"You know I'd never hurt you though, right? You are one of the very very few humans I can tolerate." His smirk was replaced with a genuine smile as he looked down at me. "I know." I nodded and it was quite for a moment as I looked at him, taking in his features. Damn, his eyes are so pretty and his hair looks so fluffy, I want to just run my hands through it so fucking bad.

"So," I cleared my throat like I was trying to get rid of the tension in the room. "What movie do you wanna watch, Luci?" My eyes widened slightly as I realised what I had called him, but it was too late, he had already heard it. "'Luci' huh?" I was about to start apologetically rambling before I noticed a grin spread across his face. "I like it, but only from you. I don't want some demon walking around calling me 'Luci ', it'll ruin my reputation." He chuckled, "Oh and I'm 99.9% sure that you forgot I can read your thoughts, your eyes are pretty too." His smirk was back as he cockily walked out of the room, leaving me stood on my own in embarrassment.

#lucifer supernatural #supernatural #lucifer #spn fanfic #spnfamily #spn lucifer #lucifer x reader #supernatural lucifer x reader #archangel #fallen angel #luci #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #winchester sibling

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salllzy · 4 months ago

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The deal #2

The Harvest Ball, anyone who was anyone would be there, Sins, Overlords, Royalty and normally neither of them would go. Instead, they would use the rare quiet time for themselves, but that wasn't allowed any more. Stolas and Paimon refused to let them miss out on the ball, the two owl demons had tried and failed many a time to get an agreement out of them. Stolas and Paimon knew how they felt about the upper classes and had never truly forced the issue, even after the horrendous deal that Alastor had been trapped in. Neither owl demon had liked it. There were rules and traditions when courting an omega and the Queen of Hell? She had tossed millennia of tradition out of the window, simply because it didn't suit her needs. To say that they had both become passive-aggressive when it came to the ruling family of Hell was an understatement, the best part was? The Queen couldn't do anything to retaliate. While she didn't know how they knew, it was very clear that they were aware of what she had done, she also knew that should Hell find out what she had done? They would call for her execution and Lucifer would have no option other than to do it. It was why Paimon and Stolas had pestered the two deer demons into going to the Harvest Ball, Paimon had every intention of announcing the Oath Sibling bond that Sarah and Stolas shared and there wouldn't be anything anyone could do about it, Oath Bonds were sacred, they were also rare. They weren't done on a whim and they spoke more about a being's character than could ever be said. So the fact that Stolas, one of the most socially dangerous beings had an Oath sibling? It would make others shut up, Stolas wasn't liked simply because of his position and Paimon didn't care for what others thought. But he understood the need for the lower classes, he knew that most noble families wouldn't be able to survive if it wasn't for the lower classes and he would admit, to himself at least, that his opinion of them hadn't always been the best. Then Sarah appeared like a whirlwind and he understood why some said that Sinner Demons weren't to be underestimated. She had challenged everything that he knew and despite never having been formally trained? She could run rings around most of the noble families and they didn't even know it until it was too late. Then Paimon had met Alastor and he knew where she had gotten it from, Alastor was wily, cunning, devious and could keep anyone guessing as to what he was going to do. So naturally he had wanted it, he wanted Alastor on his side, it had been easy enough to swear an Oath Sibling bond with the older deer demon and Paimon had yet to regret it. What he did regret was that he hadn't bee able to stop Alastor from entering a deal with the Queen and Paimon didn't do regret, nor did he do guilt. But what he did and he did it remarkably well? Was get even, he got revenge, petty and spiteful revenge.

#hazbin hotel #alternate universe #hazbin alastor #dad alastor #original character #sal's snippets #feeding the duckies #the deal #stolas goetia #paimon

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Lucifer x Gn!Reader

Reaction to you disliking his ownership proposal(lesson 20)

Angst / hurt/comfort

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As soon as he Saw your face, he knew he had gone too far. Being a perceptive person and just being with you for so long, he has learned to pick up on your more subtle tells. Being a demon of pride, he can never just straight up admit that he had feelings for you, that he'll miss you, and that he wants to have a connection with you in the form of a pact, nope. Like the peacock, he represents, he has to puff out his chest in Pride and show off.

Maybe internally, he's scared that his brothers may surpass him in importance in your eyes? Or that you might never return one day. Mortals care about their short life far more than demons do. Whatever those fears may be, Lucifer was never one to open up about them. Nope, he had to grab you and declare his ownership of your being with you clearly said no, too, before having a pact with you.

Instead of becoming vulnerable, sharing his grievances, and making not just a pact but a promise, he had to show you who was 'the one in charge.' Lucifer would curse at himself feeling his heart sink when you left the room, a sinking feeling in his chest of regret for what he had just done. You are far more important than his pride. And to forget that was foolish.

two of you sat together in his study, with a glass of Demonus hoping to ease his nerves and perhaps yours as well. You shared your concerns eyes red from crying. he swallowed his pride "Thats…"... "I could never Own you."

Lucifer sighs ,trying to find the best way to put it into words. "The way I went about this conveyed something different to how I truly felt. I am sorry, i don't want to own you. I don't want to lose you."

Although Reckless, much too Reckless for Lucifer's liking. he does admire the way you did things in your own way hell what you did fixed his brother's lives ,something that he couldn't do for hundreds of years.

I feel like that's when he tell you. Lucifer very rarely gets vulnerable but you're one of the very few people he would show this vulnerable side to. Feelings of you potentially leaving him for someone you deserve that's far greater than himself, (the root of Pride is deep insecurities after all)

That someone in the human world will sweep you off your feet and you won't come back. No matter how much the thought scared him it wouldn't be unusual for a human to continue with their own life before it was uprooted when they were essentially teleported to the Devildom.

What Lucifer really wants is not for you to blindly obey him; he wants to know if you'll be by his side and continue to be there for not only him but for his brothers as well. He wants your relationship to be more than just a pact.

He knows that you don't care about pacts at all. Maybe that's why he trusts nobody else but you to be in a pact with. Because Lucifer hates being Owned and controlled as well, he couldn't think of anyone else to entrust his well-being with. Even if you use his pact, he would know it'd be for his good. As well as for you to call upon him when you're in danger.

That independence he loves so much is the Independence that terrifies him, that unpredictability that he fears might lead to his demise one day, that reckless behavior of standing in the face of demons that have the strength of 1,000 men baring their teeth snarling threats in your face, and still march to your goal. Lucifer would never want for you to stop being you.

'Then why did he say it in the first place?' Lucifer is never one for vulnerability. Even if it's with the person he trusts the most, he never wants them to see him in this light. But he completely understands why you reacted the way you did. So he would essentially take back what he said. And effectively apologize and ask for a redo taking your hands in his and making something akin to a promise, maybe even a vow? to be at each other's sides. To support and be in each other's lives to your grave.

#Ro.commissions #Obey me #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me gn!mc #gn!mc #hurt comfort #Angst #lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer

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kitsune-oji · 2 years ago

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Let's Write Again!: #1

"Why? Why would you risk everything for just one person?" "You wouldn't understand."

-> Leviathan

Man this doesn't make a lot of sense but hey, my goal was to write and write I did, so there. Prompt and character are drawn randomly per generators

Mc referred to as "the human" and they/them

If anyone knew how worthless he was, then it was Leviathan himself. He knew he was nothing next to his brothers, he was a poor excuse of a demon, just an antisocial otaku shut-in who was only good at playing games and spending money on the untouchable characters and people he worshipped. And yet, that wasn't what they saw.

Just a human, powerless and defenseless in the devildom, surrounded by demons who wished they didn't have to hold back on tearing them apart and yet, they were more powerful than anyone he had ever met. Yeah, even more powerful than Lucifer or Diavolo.

They didn't know what it was like to be weak and inferior. Lucifer didn't have to worry about being unable to reach a certain standard, of being the worst in a group. Diavolo didn't have to worry about competition, about his worth when he was the only demon prince of the devildom. No, they could never understand how he felt. How the human felt.

Leviathan knew the human was aware of their position, he saw their hands tremble and the way they flinched whenever someone moved too aggressively or raised their voice. He noticed that acted the same around him as well and yet, they kept holding their head high.

They were so brave, so strong despite how weak they were and before Leviathan knew, his admiration turned into something more. Adoration. Love. He loved them.

The revelation was mortifying but part of Levi thought that it sort of fit. Still, there was no way they would ever like him back, not the way he was. Not that it mattered though. He didn't need those affections returned - he wasn't used to that anyway -, he could just worship them from a distance, like he always did.

That was, until they were in danger. It wasn't a simple kind of danger either but one that would possibly ruin their life. Leviathan wasn't blind to the way they had looked at his brothers, how could he be? No, he knew how much they loved them, just like how he loved the human. But his brothers didn't appreciate them the way he did, they didn't step forward to protect them when they were put on trial for something so unfair, so stupid that Leviathan wondered if he was dreaming this.

Insulting demon nobility shouldn't warrant something like this and the helpless, pitying look Lord Diavolo gave the human made Leviathan want to summon Lotan.

'I'm sorry, but this is something that can't be helped', it seemed to say.

To hell with that.

Leviathan felt the anxiety swirling in his gut, making his arms and legs prickle and his breath come out short but he had no other choice, he couldn't just do nothing. So he stepped forward in his demon form, trying to look as confident and serious as possible and not let the nervousness show.

"I object."

#obey me shall we date #mine #Drabble #Fanfiction #om! swd #Obey me leviathan #Levi #Writing prompt

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kaylinasher · 2 years ago

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Love is not romance and flowers. Love is not always butterflies and longing looks. Love is action, sacrifice, and hard work. It is sometimes brutal, bloody, and violent. It will drive a person to do unspeakable things to protect another. If Valentine's Day is about love, true love, then this is the perfect story for today.

TW = VIOLENCE, MENTION OF TORTURE, BLOOD, DAMIEN IS STILL A DICKHEAD...K?

While Damien had taken precautions with Asher, those with Kaylin had been far more lax. He had imagined her nothing more than a weak and spoiled Princess like her mother. That is where his grave miscalculation came. His own Generals and Asher had trained her to fight, use weapons, and in magic. So it was before dawn when she roused from the unconsciousness her father's boot kick had relegated her to.

Her body ached, her head thumped, the world around her felt unstable, but she was unguarded and alive. The last two were the most dangerous for both Damien and anyone between her and Asher, because there was one more thing Damien didn't know: his own father had known that one day he would turn on his daughter, and he'd made provisions. Provisions that would change the course of everything

Sunlight is too much for you to bear

It's high time you came up for air

Don't hide a single thing

Behind your perfect skin

Don't keep your secrets in a prayer

As soon as her head cleared enough that raising it from the stone floor did not make the world spin and bring forth a new wave of nausea, Kaylin crawled over to the massive wardrobe that was opposite her bed. Laying flat on the floor again, she stuck her hand underneath and pulled out a silk bag that made a slight jingle. Inside were two black cuff bracelets and a golden chain with what appeared to be a carved obsidian pendant. They were gifts from her grandfather, Lucifer. She'd been told to hide them and if her father ever became a threat, use them. She had no idea what they would do, but Lucifer was the person she trusted right after Asher.

As soon as she slipped them on , the nausea abated and the vertigo ceased. She could feel her healing speed increasing. Maybe her great-grandfather Div had a hand in the creation of the pieces as well. Soon she'd be able to ask them herself, but she had other matters to attend to first.

Sitting up, she pulled open the large doors to the wardrobe as quietly as she could. Her strength WAS returning; but she wasn’t ready to try out her ability to fight just yet, and certainly not naked. First thing to do was clothing, and she knew just what she wanted. At the bottom of the wardrobe, hidden behind all of the garments appropriate for royalty was a set of black utility pants, a black long sleeve top, her thick socks, and her boots. It seemed the perfect outfit for the occasion, and her father HAD always preached being appropriately dressed at all times.

There is nothing you can say or do

I won't cut you loose, no

So break the silence

We know that we can brave it all

Whatever enchantment her grandfather, and possibly great-grandfather, had placed upon the jewelry seemed to be increasing in its speed of healing. By the time she had retrieved all of her clothing, she was able to stand up to put it on. No unsteadiness remained at all. That fact had a malevolent smirk forming on her lips as she walked to her bed and began to reach under the mattress to pull out a few weapons that Asher had gifted her. He could not have known she would one day use them to save him. Since she was sure Div wasn't going to be on her father’s side, nor Lucifer, nor her cousins, that meant everyone between her and Asher were now well and truly fucked.

When she started to head out of her room, dawn was just breaking. Soon she knew Asher’s execution would take place. Her father had ordered him to the dungeon so she traced to a small storage room at the bottom of the stairs that led there. For several minutes she stood still and silent listening to everything that was transpiring outside.

Her father’s voice could be heard giving orders. There were at least two others with him, but she couldn't hear Asher. Tears pricked at her eyes but rage burned in her heart as she believed she was too late. It had taken her too long, and she had failed him. But she would give payback.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

It won't make me love you any less

As soon as she was sure her father had gone up the stairs into the main part of the castle, Kaylin exited her hiding place with the stealth of a trained assassin. She crossed the short distance to the guard at the bottom of the stairs. Not a sound was heard to give him warning before she struck, the blade on her dagger so sharp that when she slit his throat she nearly decapitated him. Black blood coated the opposite wall and the bottom two stairs.

There hadn't been the sound of anything been dragged when she heard her father pass the room she'd been hiding in, so she hoped that he'd left Asher’s body in whatever cell he'd been held in. At least she could take him to the Palace and see if Abriella could do SOMETHING. She'd beg, even trade her own life.

Just as stealthily as she'd snuck up on the first guard, Kaylin moved down the hallway that led to the cells. Keeping to the balls of her feet, she was soundless. As she came to the last corner, he was relieved to see there was only one guard. Asher had to be dead, her father would never leave only one guard with him. The guard would just become a snack.

No shame, no hurt, nothing to lose

My love my heart don't need to prove

And there's nothing you can say or do

There's no one that can change my mind

It's not a weakness, we all have our crosses to bear

Even though once more Kaylin was absolutely silent, the guard caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her. "Well, what do we have here? Daddy just went to get you, little girl. Come down early to have some pre-festivity fun?" He leered at her and she felt nauseous. She kept her dagger behind her back, she was going to enjoy his death.

"You could say that." Kaylin’s voice was smooth as silk. Years of faking obligations for her father had ensured she had no problem acting a part. "Do you really think you're man enough to entertain me?" She wasn't even having to work to fall into seduction mode, it was easier than it had been with the Duke. "I can be very particular in how I like to be pleased."

The guard sauntered over towards her, leaving his weapon on the small table next to where he'd been standing. It was clear that he found her no threat. She did so love to be underestimated. The saccharine sweet smile remained on her face until the very last second, giving no indication of her plans. Then she struck without warning.

This time she was facing her opponent and while her movements were to fast for him to stop, she did end up covered in a significant amount of blood when she effortlessly slit his throat then flipped her grip on the dagger to drive it into his temple til the blade tip exited on the other side of his skull. When she withdrew her blade, he fell to the floor, dead.

"Enjoy Caligo, bastard." She spat on him.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

Woah, it won't make me love you any less

Kaylin closed her eyes and steeled her heart to go into the "traitors cell" where her father always conducted his torture. She knew what she would find, her heart breaking and her resolve threatening to crumble. But she couldn't leave his body there, she would not give Damien that satisfaction. She would take it with her to the Palace and beg for her cousins to let her bury him there in the Field of Warriors if Abriella would not use her powers of necromancy.

Then she heard the sweetest sound she'd ever heard in her life. Her name. Just a whisper. The faintest whisper. But HIS whisper and that was all that mattered.

Time to call me from the cold

Time to let the truth be told

It won't make me love you any less

After digging through the guards pockets for the keys, she was in the cell in a flash. The sight of yellow blood splattered on everywhere had her desire for vengeance rising with each beat of her heart. Asher’s head was hanging, his hair saturated with his blood, and a pool of it surrounding his feet; but as she drew close to him she could see his chest moving still. Thank The Source that he was alive and she hD not imagined that whisper! Placing her hands gently on the sides of his face, she raised his head and looked into his eyes, tears brimming in hers and found her breath stolen by all she saw. The normal spark that she saw in them was dimmed and fading, but the fight was still in them. She had to get him out of the cell so that he could heal and so that she could get them to the Palace for help.

“Hold on, Ash. Please.” She pleaded, then added what she had been unable to tell him earlier due to them being interrupted. “I love you too.” A soft kiss on his lips he, then she gently released his head down. Kneeling, her fingers slipped in his blood a few times but she was finally able to undo the shackles holding his feet. She knew they didn’t have long before someone found out that she wasn’t in her room and came looking for her, so she was trying to hurry, but the amount of blood in the cell was a hamper. No doubt that they would know that she was down with Asher. They’d have to know she would never leave without him.

Once his feet were free she stood, letting him lean against her to take the weight off of his already ravaged wrists. His yellow blood coated his forearms, and even partially his upper arms as well, making then slick also. As fast as she could, she found the key on the ring that released the manacles that held his wrists. When his full weight fell on her, he knees buckled at first, but she was too stubborn to fail now. Locking her legs, she slid her arms under his shoulders, “come on, Ash, you’ve got to help me. We’ve just got to make it to the door. I'll get us home.”

Closing her eyes and summoning every ounce of strength she had in her aching and still bruised body, she started backing towards the door. Her hands on his back could feel that it had been completely ravaged by her fathers sadistic brutality; of the two of them, he was the worse off by far Kaylin was determined that even if she died when they landed in the Palace, she was going to get him out of here and make sure he was safe. This was her fault, all her fault. He had paid for her wanting him in human form in her father's castle.

With each step that Kaylin took, Asher tried to as well. He knew his weight on her was slowing them down, but the damage that Damien had done was not healing because of the iron that had been on him and encased the room was slowing his healing. He couldn’t let her die in this cell for trying to save him, he’d already failed up in her room by letting them get the upper hand on him and not defending her better. He should have taken her from this place when she admitted that their feelings were mutual. If he'd just protected her they wouldn't be in this position. Instead, he failed her.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

Woah, it won't make me love you any less

They were only a few feet from the door when Kaylin heard her father’s voice bellowing down the stairs from the floor above to search the whole castle for her. She didn’t hear his boots coming down yet, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be at any moment. One foot out of the cell, that was all she needed. One foot out and she could get her fire magic to work and trace to the Palace, anywhere in the Palace. “Okay, dragon, now would be a good time to shift into your tiny form, or help a little more. You’re kind of heavy and we’re about to have guests, handsome.” She kissed his cheek because she was about to cause him more pain and she hated it, but there was no way around it. They HAD to get the fuck out of that cell. "I'm so sorry…"

Asher was about to give a sarcastic retort back to Kaylin’s comment when she locked her hands across his ravaged back and yanked, throwing all of her weight backwards and pulling. He knew WHY she was doing it, but that did not mean the white hot, blinding pain that shot through his entire being, almost making him lose control over all function, was any more bearable. What it did do, however, was to cause him to jerk one foot up as his body tried to free itself from whatever was causing the further torment that his nerves were being subjected to. When that foot came down it was forward of his body. Focusing every single ounce of strength that remained within him, he pushed against the floor with that foot with a roar. He could feel when they cleared the threshold, then they were engulfed in flames.

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On actual effort to afford the required

If drama "lords" would speak historically - you don't have to uncover the 1900s

4/25 I've consistently failed to see the moves in play because I utterly fail to see the basic context around us. When you do a thing, it's in the form of requesting * foreign * aid. Nothing else ever at the behest of presumptive y'alling which manifests out of the uncanny valley, as we meaninglessly miss in trying to circulate this. If you're white, you've been given this already your whole *life*, so when it shuts off, it's natural we blame everyone but ourselves, but it's true! We are foreign agents

Update A thing literally sprouted out of my desktop like a plant. It said free weather updates and so much more - I've never had it do that before, but it spoke in my face like that

If you can *solve* this riddle, you get free etherium

When you see updated *cereal* box mascots, at least from Kelloggs, as the divine hand, you're supposed to *see* it like that. But that's just another clue; what *is*-

Just pre-9-11, people were acting like they could talk their shit. They told you *no*

but these are just relativist acts. - *no* these are the morals we follow (if anyone disregards these, everyone does, that's why tiktok had to - if you don't know the context you might as well not even say it)

4/26 Something about how if we can't even have a cabal, we can't even have a technologically-procured existence

The trauma that propels people - just arbitrarily out of a vacuum of reason to success in this artificial life happens entirely devoid of the gene pool

Update I mean, they say jews don't like to admit it, but their god is Lucifer, but speak for everybody

How do you think they *got* in this childbirth-beholden-to-sacrifice state? Hmm? *You* don't seem very willing

Update On the episode of Common Filth I stopped on, everything, again, he is describing about how women - he puts it, "girls", like to make their children into sociology experiments, is just the womanhood of my immediate family, in and of itself. There is nothing more. Again, "Money's Prophets" - that is a book about the Rothschilds. Do you really want to masturbate what has gone on? The procreation as the psychosis endowment with our selves is not what you think it is

Update Writing this before finishing, with Silent Hill 2 enhanced edition, the settings for the static and fog are actually extremely sensitive, to the point that it's going to piss me off You could say the two have a relationship, like how, when Sega allegedly even admitted that having Sonic release right now was dumb because of Mario Wonder, the static is Sonic while the fog is the Bowser castle Ideally, between James Sunderland and the trees at the very beginning, a similar effect should be achieved where Godzilla NES Creepypasta's dynamic of overshadowing Godzilla should be reflected - in fact I've seen audio uploads on YouTube accentuating that phobia but never felt it Static got adjusted to liking, which was just default without correction, then tried starting the game and felt like I had to shut off everything until I eventually adjusted the fog settings to [Restore 3D fog levels] switched off, [Adjust fog-of-war boundaries] left on, and [Natural fog movement] switched off. Now it feels like it needs static, but not the way I had it. One setting I left behind made the trees in the Rosewater Park feel like poking right into my thought process Yes it was ultra-fine with correction, and now you can't use keyboard - they will know

4/27 I'm what's wrong with trannies. That's dangerous to admit, because then that comes into play for communism and then the deck of cards just comes tumbling down tumbling down tumbling do o own (.)<-it's the truth. You think you get *over* this shit("shit" being used for who knows what reason It's not just me acting not like but as the assclown as white people are so committed to * * evil * *

The relationship black people have among the rap games, "dog", being in origin our subservience to community or as we call it "communism", if they knew that, we would *never* be able to get over it. Never. We would have to disband 4chan's idiocy in its own filth and everything. The whole world would be on fire, in itself as what that in psychology would always have been in origin. QED and don't you walk no more <- But are you taking this seriously

Like sex, Denzel Curry adding "last days" in a latest rap song is just a *fashion* statement - everyone knows the world is beyond fucking

If that's how hopeless white things are, then we're going to have to make some understatement reparations - do I even know what those are? You're talking to me like I'm fashionable.

And there you have it - the reason 4chan says irony when it says become ungovernable - it really only means become unfashionable, which is why it never carries, it is not funny <- Are you paying attention

*no* they are not

Update I know well there's more under pressure with Dark Souls II right now than there is without

So I'd rather everyone get bored

4/29 I don't get it, but it always seems like the white identity jews even just kind of compulsively denounce as their identity masturbation is actually, as the book on Communism: Irresistible Revolution isolated, the Christian Democrats that made them possible

I was born too late historically, but we just consider those * your footsoldier * I know if you followed directions cue-wise, it was supposed to be as the boomers said.

Update Christian Democrats are the kid that jews turn into their sociology experiment. * They don't mind *.

So when the crazy moms try to do the same and the kid would ever act *out*, they just say what world did *you* come out of - you came out of my womb

5/1 Before I forget, the analog horror PHEN-228, what does it really represent Especially at the photo with the kids' house, I tend to pause the video and then inexplicably the horror is gone I had a maturity as a kid to the point that my mother had a nightmare about her little boy going off already with briefcases This is the exact moment when the music starts reversing Also why I won't actually into a job

Update So that you won't fall into a grind being gay, I got Advanced education with Viktor Strobovski after looking up that theater creepypasta

5/2 You know how the in-game music starts to have this semi-royal feel to it, because it's Russian? You know how blacks consider themselves in origin kings? College campuses unite against Russia <-

When Drumpt talks about they're rapists, he's subliminally talking about, god forbidding, whatever that means,

I was going to add to that but then realized it's just this world's god *forbidding*

It's easy to overstep the boundaries of this world because it's so provincial. Mere sentence completion overdraws like a bank account.

That kid on diesel patches can't be left denoted as said. Soon the whole world will be terraformed so only the jew in-lineiant can partake in the economy oh wait that nu-male was all the time that? OKAY

Update Okay okay okay. The "province" in question? *Human* brain [*human* race (one race, the), in its origins?

The only reason leaders want to nuke is they're butt angered about their bulldozable [It was BBC.]state being a fundamentally ugly tax farm., and that should have a period on it and not a blank space. presidential address

oh no. If you're a defectant, meaning the height of these CEOs, you're supposed to not "change and grow as a person"; you hold the timeline *roots* - fill these jeans zoomers don't *have* what it takes to meander their trash bag

Alright *look*. The elites' front-and-center-talked-about plan that people are going to embrace fascism as soon as people are no longer worth salvaging as they will not be, that's been the case over 2003.

That takes place the most part, I don't really comprehend this, when you try ripping away from the microscopic province, they rip (...this was the *origin* of what was considered sex, I don't really comprehend this, a fetish) That Wiley thing I had, it said you didn't tell "that boy" to back off, I swerve They made that final <-huh?(alright this is the *origin* for Pride popping in the final top off.

And then Heather in SH3 can say I don't get it - you ripped off [too many people]?(the business owners(they're getting what they deserve

And I think - I know.

this is what business owners mean when they imply Boots on the ground. It means watching a shitty commercial

Alright the science says the brain has layers, down to such as the *reptilian* - were you to ever step foot out - well where is the rest of the world? Under America's *influence*

5/3 You could say, when agents talk, your kingship, which literally represents the anal retention - not nations - but people in natural context disregard jews just in - not historical context - ALL HISTORY - you have to say it compulsive as a liberal-prophecy like that, or else they'll think it's a joke When the state footsoldierhood speaks, as in Black Pigeon Speaks, your kingship meaning the shoes you fill just to - not work, but proceed beyond through bodily inhabitation - that's why we had the liberal prophecy. You don't even - not even get - care(if you don't add the period, we will

Update Catching my breath -

If you're a king, that means we're trying to get through to you.

See how that doesn't mean anything?

But behind closed eyelids, *every* world leader - insert "ahh"

update I bought Hexen just to play the Hexen Veil of Darkness mod (but Hexen comes before it) - I'm not keen to even TNT II on HMP has the current state of the Icon of Sin Unfortunately I think the actual reason for the Bible's "do not kill" when black people make it practically a virtue in rap is that jews' way of saying a jew's life is worth a thousand goyim Can't say it *That's where it would have count* But what's really happening is a bunch of liberals playing Dreamblood (also Cacowards 2023 implying that they can get it installed, with fastmonsters Also D Grapesofwrath stating he is the beast he worships means it's just the state

Update Next time you say fuck the police, remember that none of it would have existed if it weren't fueled by our intelligentsia out the ass The kid on diesel patches, taking the purple horseshoe, is only reminding what the police, and that can mean, but before the origin of my argument presumptive intelligentsia, confiscate- but this use of confiscate calls into severity the accusation of jewish monetary appropriation which comes with all nations. This is not a sound origin

I just said it - it's our intelligent! *We told them* you don't have account (accountability culture

alright when you go to a movie, what do they tell you? Look at the movie poster on the front. *That's* what tells you the conclusions of the content -they're not pulling a fast one on you with the content, *white boy religion*

Atheist logic (breach a conclusion through the social sphere, work to its conclusions) isn't unpreceded and - oh - this is where we inevitably get our dicks cut off for the *woman* of our dreams| it was *all* a woman all along

Why do we have to perpetuate to sex? I don't get [any pussy so I ]

5/4 What comes before a White Castle craving has even any need to be spoken about Scratch that because I just had seven; I hadn't eaten much all day We're speaking to the one who ate all ten

5/5

I think there(if you had to be told this and aren't of the top five tens like I asked, then you're not and I said 's a [crashed(landing.) [no you wouldn't have even gotten to that point pattern where since all life [me being like an Area 51 focus [See what you did. [everything about bad history man's saying they will not denounce their elites is just *implicating* me, except it's [except I won't get fucked and calm down, so I won't see Hitler was the enemy of internal jews such as myself and not the outward genetic ones whom anger was taken out on takes the form of surgery as implied by the TNT II Icon of Sin's entry *implied* by Quake 4's reminder [reminder is not present see normal normals wouldn't have even gotten to that point - they would have gotten hung up social texting over Doom3's bridge burning out [you're supposed to be empathizing with a child getting carried off - Mario 7/29 Build was them discount - *dis*credit-oOhwhataretheydoing The point of the lockdowns was to discredit

Edit: So it looks like since people won't get over the fact that they *are* being implicated, they'll never relax and see the reality that the accusation underlying was restant

Update alright I was trying to say They said zoomers aren't identifying with the associations to the horrors of the past, and yet when we tell them to learn to back up in a fight, the standard Krystallnacht is what they call literally

What precedes that is the internet went out according to the economy which would *implicate* a Charles Manson - their making fun of you is over a potential for you to rape kids, cast aside this forming a victim compl- something it's a bit more complicated than that. Take it a way office workers Okay. We said[wait see they're not going to do anything

Update Based on cumulation in experience and that alone, I'm going to guess and say Star Fox 64 in a very hyperreal sense is the big one (but it strictly has to be experienced analog

update This is going to sound weird Everything has gotten UNO card reversed so that you can beat Star Fox on entirely the base route If you can get to Aquas without anal fixation, the pollution they're speaking of beginning as a proposal to distance onesel[ves] from conflicts with the absolute common denominator of the crazy American which to great roller coaster is Kyle Rittenhouse starring in Moon II by Middlefingerman exclusively with the track d_moon7 set with the changemus command in console with the TNT II mod, on easy in itself except they're making fun of *me* and Monogatari manga thinks having a first time heterosexual relationship is usual

5/7 Okay. To pose as an emperor virginally in this time and age era you're going to have to play Veil of Darkness looking like Rubber Johny

*W*-what *class?*

Fighter class

Steven Hawking

left a few message tapes after his dæth, and they said "Brave": If you had - One Shot

5/11 Get back there When I was coaxed into with my mom, saying, one-off clinic in the hood stopping kid from going south was never *"solution"*, I meant, Dear White People America was never (and it's this wrinkling of psychosis here that I'm really wondered about, or something

...Whare have all the good men gon

5/13 I'm a corporate office worker; I've got a big time, I don't take time out for non-businessmen but I found a "frequency" I custom-made to prove that Doom's overall positive outlook despite the daemons remains even in sub-.2 gamma settings, which is creating a new contingency surrounding approach to now exclusively episode three, Inferno There's a narration in Doom, this floats above Hell itself, but to the Doom-consuming consumer, that's all just hogwash. No, skip all that. This is a leftist prophecy. Repeat it like a mantra (vid_brightness[even Family Guy, the early seasons themselves, said of the South, where there are a lot of Masons, as long as we share the same god, it's all okay, which is why the brightness.] .680302, vid_gamma 0.0503764 Donald Trump wouldn't shy away from a photo opportunity with Jeffrey Epstein, and those who speak from that vestige get listened without thinking The Pink Season album ending with "why can't we get along", coming after *its* album comes after the mostly peaceful protests in white America that have the, to gleefully obedient onlookers to my salvation through coming to terms - finally, - oh you don't even care - have the cameras turn so that when the Pizzagate harddrive shooter rushes in like a bat out of hell you don't see anything

Well, actually, that's what *I* would do. They're just having these crisis actors as a - they called it "shaming ritual" - that's okay, nobody cares

Oh and as a loving adage I called it the Four Comas frequency

The snake you can find as a sort-of secret in the map is the kind of freedom that constitutes our sense of moral affirmation

Update We as Americans want to have our osmotic revolution, already playing this on nightmare, to be the act when we hand-have saying France: Burn Until You Learn

I actually saw an anon who explained how he booby-trapped his house - do you think something's wrong when the amends he went to were so out of the average American's ordinary extent oh, it's [all][<-] immaterial - we already [it goes here: *all*]fell asleep

*Super* update The reason there's ever a focus on there merely being a *nonzero* amount of people is that when provincialism drops, and their trauma goes beneath what all that did, little Timmy seeing the Pope for private time is the *only* way

*minor* update The moon landing isn't fake, we just have to go through all this (It's called Sex Junk. (From Bill Nye?

Girls' Last Pedophile (It's yuri.) tour is trying to pass by God and ignore this.(Infact it wasn't worth its *salt*

pseudoupdateLook it wasn't hentai superceding anime, it was yuri(you almost gotta branch it out of him)look!That was your concept of Jesus.

The stay in the creepy part of Pandemonium should have been extended to the point that it gets fecal. One pedophile location that got scanned by anons and forgotten about (unnaturally quickly - but to them that's not what it is(Period.) said "stay zaza" in a nearby location, a hotel That's the experience where all say, come *on*, we were having the time of our li[v confiscated]es quantumupdate

And that's where the tried-and-true-accurate depiction of the warlord who makes his victims work comes

alright we're not worker bees cause we're needed. We need it that way because otherwise all the paperwork files undone

Our economy of orbiting helpers is not to get the insinuation done, it's to convince ourselves that the work done through broadcasting is still keeping its power white. If you remove that pre-underlying mechanism, the thing{oh, some *bullshit* happens, I don't know

Alright if you haven't figured out, Ender's Game's ender game *is* projection - mountain out of every molehill?

you know how animals in the wild will tremor out trauma? When we affirm Lucifer Masonically through calumniation, that's just *anxiety* - that's all we see

But it's *more* than that. We can't tremor out a *penny* because when we do, the whole commercial popularity - it's like a promise, you broke ["Don't make a girl a promise" ? ?

"Yeah, and it's not just the fog either"

The way we are, if we denounce Lucifer as God, our mind will just reinstate it subconsciously sexually

what was Halo? some corporate dogma wrapped in a religious deligitimization disguised as a deceleration as, *as was original*, its disguise - not hard

update The original classic Doom, in reality being preceded by Doom 3, where not even that constitutes a reminder that the people related would be afforded a human element So they have a connundrum where they have to force Silent Hill 4's situation In reality, we can't force our dicks down everyone's throats - no that's where we have solitary confinemenf that's what republicans want

MGS, whinging over a nuke, not realizing that the regressive state is all that existed and all that can possibly exist, didn't realize what swept over was *everybody

I'm getting the blame because the way everybody thought the corporations would have them is *perpetuity

"Advanced Education with Viktor Strobovski" is the real {whatever you want to call it because I don't care}because it thought that a flipped mouse (like spilled milk) could just be flipped haphazard however., let alone this unfixture.

5/15

vid_contrast is .367902. You have to be attuned to what people are doing in the *bedroom*, otherwise exploring the earth isn't even an overworld

Update! The reason for your mom's season is whatever *we* accomplish in the present, *you're*, without any expertise, going to be dragged along like it's the zombie in Zombieland. QED. If you're not doing it limited by your projections, well, it's not like the monsters in the games are things you identified with on some level anyway. It's all just spam.

5/16

5/16? Yume 2kki has a version of the early builds which was standard I think for the originals surrounding 2007 where the space entrance to the hospital had additionally some gore with it and I think they squeamished out of it

In reality, the wargame-defying reality of the Hitlers not crossing but attempting to enter the Russian world space was fucked before they went in. The failure was allowed because they drug out finding out so long. Russia has roots - as agents modern liberals hate so much - that go deeper in the origins of the collegiates' own liberalism that make them look bad, than just enough to make the throne of God seem finalized in actualizing itself in liberal.

And yeah Microsoft will try to subliminally eat this up

Alright. We're fucked, but we put the red flag on Microsoft. That's what's currently going in.

I'm sure if we all just watch Kangaroo Jack, it'll all be business

5/18

Essentially they told you, anything involving key symbolism occurs according to its allegiances already shown to you in advance when Google input to all those sites, not just Le Reddit

You all are looking for a tragedy to hand-have the act of anal worship, by worrying for the movement in its place because they're too blind to strike out, vicariously when whatever is next I *do* will have turned out to have already played out in the form of ("reparations"(what are, in the end, being all that we can or could have come just to ask

This is *not* what we came for. If we just interpreted the lyric "God is a living man" in its roots, that would already undercut our entire faith in world leaders, and liberals would have no roots but to mock us for the rest of our livelihoods until we *cede* the economies seeing that they're already in the pit we designated - look we're going to fast, just let them sit in the house we paid for them and figure They're not even doing that.

5/19 Alright the first rule of assuming white Americana privilege - you're carrying weights whether you are

The entire message, you don't hope for someone to get it right when they have a job you're paying them so much to do, is entirely favoring the establishment which we are inheriting (not in the sense of generational inheritance, but right now, like a class inheritance in object-oriented programming which for generally that reason I never wanted to get into

If you had finally acknowledged that as I inheretedly did even though I mislooked, to they, the onlookers', detriment (Freddy Freaker: "doin the *freak*(.)<-(it's that)")

Alright people who need anal fixation in order to carry weights are actualized *hereby* as insane; we just need to y'all to all people who already accept the hustle culture life and get all the dissidents dead - in *jail* cells! *all* of them

I didn't know the coffee would be hot

"I didn't know the coffe would be hot" *No* for you you gotta carry it the rest of * your life*

Update I don't know enough about Viktor Strobovski's advanced education to gauge the furries

(public education something)

I got referenced to bootleg_pokemon by VibingLeaf, and when it comes to the gameplay itself, right after the beginning, when a thing head pops up, the reception is a "no" like it was a kid of my own Then I realize my perception of "Liddle Kids" as the actual relationship with the elites and not just a one-off pedophile organization, is actually this

It wasn't public education: the fact that it was mandated

I just call it crappy pasta

5/20 I don't know why I kept calling it a blood transfusion, but it was time to get my blood test done, and the idea of True Blue Self, just keeps hammering me and hammering me - I can't *get* it to stop, and now that I'm home, it feels like the primordial proto-whiteness only spoken of in - Not even rich jewish families speaking in terms of their Romanized first names as namesakes

I can't into conversation even with my mom. It's all fucked "beyond comprehension". That's the basics.

Telling people their inherency of expression is just mandating that things are the way they are according to their true whiteness as this basic-bitchdom-ness, which is essentially read as fem-dom, as you can't fool a jew on their eyes

we're just going - *already* - united upon as *rapists* - exactly as *Trump* said! Oh no! Who could have said

My mom told me today in what might as well be the Silent Hill 2 *letter* by Christ am I *saved*(*cut* off. (*Don't* do that, or else (right-wing death squads - that's what they meant when they collegiately implicated the Republican circling of the wagons - that's a *shaming ritual* - you're all apes - on the pavement )))

I say it like it's beyond comprehension, but I *already* flagged it's (Microsoft) - you don't even know ("who we are" - McDonalds rap by Pink Guy)

No, Christian Christ is just the *sexual* attunement to which we get things like that dude in the movie having sexual realizations about what historical secrets are. That's not the permanence of Revelation or anything. *dies*

I think that's why they push homosexuality, because otherwise the American mind just frizzles when we say the conclusions have to be something other than the *consumption* relaxation

Even if the D. Grips fans scream "Jenny Death", the subliminal they're choking is that it's not just "it's all about money" in the end

from the beginning "money is the predifenition

money is the predefinetion" You can't have a worldsociety without a money fixation - and it's totally not Open Society but primordial formation

We didn't have modern mathematics when civilizations formed. They were considered among sacred geometry, and you're just treating them like un-sacred *bitches*. Bitches

Our concept of strengthening indicates *rationalizing* as in Build Back Better itself That's why when anal sex like with bodybuilders and old rich dudes We get all upset like we entitled to some world like China men

Update is a word I have the last three videos of VibingLeaf's sonic playlist set aside as a playlist, and I entitled it accordingly have chicken sex you incel. You are not allowed happiness until it is through these affirmations you punk

I will not do this as I am white supremacist as a CEO [swagger swag s That thing in the last video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9Iuo0EbhgI

6/20

If it isn't the correct date, off with your heads.

I mean it

If anything's what being at the "academy" of being gangstalked has taught me It's that if Hidamari Sketch x Honeycomb without meming social distancing from heterosexually existing in that's simplicity started to manifest, the number of "20th-century witches" that would appear instantly beyond that instant would outmeasure the sun

update: I have no intent on doing the negotiating attempts like Death Stranding implies. Even though that's implied as instructions.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mq9_cHkfAOc

5/21, it's May again, heh

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhuxJ8U-ZyA

That's not some weird dissident- that's just the "anxiety" that came out of me every time I was posed sitting next to relatives or other people in general in a congregative-for-the-sake-of-insisting-upon-its-continued-existence congregation that wasn't the cousins that were my own age

I'm trying leaning here there isn't any reason for interacting *diverting* from this other than like one entertainment -okay

The Pigmasks in Mother 3 were asses and elbows, but this mediocrity forever was just preeminent.

Correction I think the focus here is that it was in everything. It *was* everything.

Update You're not allowed to have any reservations. Every time you reach the point in addressing traumatic inevitabilities that it's substantial, the reality coming out at the very seams of itself is that everyone before you who ever *did* this stuck their *dick* in it -only ever people did Christianity non-provincially to vampirically *leech* off the iniquity It's like a fire that breaks out. That's why I don't "trust" the Bible with placing this unholy brushfire of realization as the highest position or throne of God as always, because it doesn't. This works to the effect of making things not work, for its own sake.

5/22 I have to say "abba" here so the Radar doesn't assume This is what we've lived as all it is for its sake all our life

From now on, our dissidents will be calmed with homosexuality direct- people don't seem to know this, so: this is the only origin of *Nintendo* Direct (People don't *think* like this)

In reality, in order to post, you have to assume gatekeeping - we don't even have to call it that because it's so unconscious in our case

It's hard to stay on live TV; they're not "gatekeeping", they're framing the situation in hopes - I had hoped(that has a dictionary definition-lookitup)- that you see the blood on the leaves(, or something, because that doesn't carry

Update

From redirecting from the Common Filth social media which broadly speaking you should not browse, oh here we have what we have here: in the words of ghostler, "oh how quaint"

("hoo yeah")

https://x.com/LibertyCappy/status/1793223779851936046

If you want to go there, even the concept of heroism - as it's been portrayed up through the 80's, they don't even entertain that anymore because they knew it would be too much for people like Live Mas (I don't know what I'm talking about) If you want to go there, essentially the most recent that wasn't simply derivative was the Crimson Chin, and if you want to actually do that, it's kind of a dig at the idea But if you want to really go there, the entire idea of bodybuilding, the idea of strength is predicated in the roots of rich men who buy their bodies after the fact, not before

Oh, I forgot to say, it's about the holding back of shit when the projections the elites had in mind for your schenainegans eventually fall apart revealing the truth even when you didn't want to speak it - you can speak the truth accidentally and get killed just because you're autistic, and you wouldn't even know

Update Even XXXTentacion could only admit that he's lost and found by this society. He says it because I say it and in my case you arleady knwo

I couldn't even look up garfielf blows up the earth without it coming all over me, and that's a socially good thing no *look*-> https://www.imdb.com/title/tt15352542

They know how you talk.

From now on, what I'm going to do is fered this worse

I said feed, but what came out was r, implying the logical conclusions have just happened as I tripped over this - this is why I stopped Death Stranding, because I knew when I saw the baked-in tripping animations it was telling me this artificially again like everything

The goons are in the house eating well? What Ghost thinks this movie is? That's it. "We In The House".

All of this ensnares before you have the effort invested to leave your parents' house. No one is talking about financial investing or weight lifting. It already is

I don't know what's going on, but as I review this, the vibe is that police can detect psychosis from a mileaway

Even Kndrick Lamar's fantasy about things being according to thoguhts and ideations in his head is not milestoneded, but is actual in Saturday Night Live making - *he* appread

Just another Repulibcan shil making it

Update And meanwhile this idiot is playing right into the grooves of the cinematic memery hook line and sinker because he's in cahoots obviously - that's why "imagine my shock" when he has *semen* in his farts

'IF THEY SAY "WE OWN THE NEWS AND THE SCIENCE" THEN IF YOU BELIEVE THEM THEY ALSO OWN YOU!'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKmJ7up135U

Same guy I got redirected to from that other time-isn't it time you show up? Stop watching these vids?

Basic diagram: When you have organic expressions, you're buying into the memery of the establishment like negroes on rap music when that music is branded music, and it stands, that's the dichotomy Everyone's investing in a slingshot effect, but in reality have you ever committed effort and dug deep to build a hole on the beach? What is inevitable? The ocean makes itself known

Update The way independent articulations outside of projected possibility interactions with mom fall into the uncanny valley of furry personas like even Doom's RAMP2023 had at the starting - you're going too fast, you're going to have to talk slower to them, they won't realize (and I just left, what that is! *what is that*) I'm not very honest. This is the realization culmination most people have looked up to their whole lives. They don't know what's beyond this, and I'm fucking this whole up. But if you were listening, what I was *trying* to say was that furry personas inevitability if you don't just fall into the well-made chasm that humans should just be disposed of as disposable trailer trash as Ghost does - see we're going too fast. They won't listen confirms the concept of the universal human race as liberal, we all were This pretty much sums the real divide where in black people's world they have the less-spoken-of divide between well-to-do black people and FUCKING NIGGGGGGGG

I walked away from humanity like the ocean. Walking *over* the words' guidelines, by existing in non-pre-concordance, I slut shame the validity of..."Fighting in the Name of".

I mean, a disposable Kanye with the Iron Man adaptation of such an accident of words would *relish* in the slingshot effects, and I would be ever the ignorant

Update *Upon * viewing the uploader of Zombies Ate My Neighbors, the 3D Doom adaptation's Twitter account to see for more versions, it turns out the apocalypse, based on a forward, is the *preeminence

and I don't even know what that means.

Settlements.wad? More like Israeli settlements. There's no open-ended question

Update Hero narratives hinged on the idea that the insistence of our true selves at the forefront of our minds solves everything. That's when "get woke" makes conservatives lose their profit, essentially forming the barrier to when Hitler denied the bankers *their* profits, that's when people form projections Are you going to actually run with this or are you just going to forget - they always They have no ability to remember.

5/24 Things gangstalking *can't* do (and it's not a gang, they're doing it to shame what's preconceived of us, forming the roots for the "I'M GANGSTER") I haven't heard anyone raise complaints, including myself, that comments from ten years ago are *also* according to my momentary thoughts which have to dip into the uncanny valley for Ha-Satan

Yume Shikki got really creepy, and I have to stay in a playlist in theater mode with a sock, doubled-over, on the top left of my screen

at all times

Update Pretty much over settlements.wad at all, Common Filth's former twitter take that neoconservatives have actually done well - you would have to read it - conserving the liberal state we currently see: that exact dichotomy of words came out the second I had a training program under this tech company and, after a question, I had a minor complaint about how they handled: a higher-up swooped in and had to rectify that she had made a *very* well-done job, pretty much as a sealing act within hand-having itself. It's *very* ingrained

Even the service I used, yt1s.com, switched to be shut down in 2021 so you have to used yt5s's selection of myriad sites, where iFlyDown as the hand-having for the swooping term

I don't think they actually mean submit to traffic when they say look out for traffic, but in the real world it never wasn't

5/26 The obvious (glaring) - glaring?

reason for this is that the nature of revolution in this country is correcting after-the-fact, which in itself is self-defeating in its image, that we were in the end subservient to the same as the Covenant in Halo, after this autistic "Great Journey" that we're all embroiled in as 9-5-job-pursuers and nothing else, naturally, as what we are.

If you have to *correct* in the middle of a defining statement, you were on a journey and not active. You might as well have been reciting something said as an announcement on a cruise ship. That's not a good example for how it goes, but that basically describes how casual it is something about how boomers thought cruise ships with playgrounds connecting different areas in them or something were the highest peak of human potential

Also the blue and white standard computer technical colors correspond with Epstein's island

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Hayo! It's me!

Um... If it's not too much trouble, could you do part 6 of "Theirs"? Where Adam is expelled from Eden for being "contaminated" and while Lucifer and Lilith lose their minds because their loved one is "unprotected" and "defenseless" outside, Adam is having the best day of his life having killed two of Adam's ancestors of the bears (which are huge). and all this while having a pregnant belly.

It's just that I find it funny to imagine their reunion. Adam with absolutely long, tangled hair, a spartan beard, covered in the skin of the beasts he killed for food, covered in scars, scrapes and bruises, with a muscular build. A completely wild appearance that is softened by the fanny pack made of animal skin in which she carries her three year old son.

Don't know. I find that funny. Lucifer and Lilith losing their minds with worry and Adam having the time of his life after leaving Eden (he's a wild soul) (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Ooohhhh, I like that! Adam is a wild soul by nature. Read parts 1 through 5 for a better understanding of this mini-series.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Adam crept silently closer through the brush, his eyes trained on the bear before him. He gripped his spear tightly as he surveyed his surroundings. Nothing so far other than danger in front of him. Shifting his weight on, his belly poking out of the makeshift tunic he had made, he charged the bear.

It didn't have any idea what was going on until it was already dead. Being six months pregnant and hunting at the same time was hard but Adam managed it. He grinned at his belly. "You eat a lot for a little twirp." He commented as he dragged the bear up onto his shoulders to carry back to his cave. Finally. These cravings were really starting to wear him thin, but if anyone had asked him, Adam had never felt happier.

This was what he had been missing. He finally felt alive.

Three months ago:

Adam coward at the feet of Lucifer and Lilith as the angels surrounded them. They were trying to protect him as the angles looked at Adam in disgust and he couldn't help but whimper away from them.

"Lucifer, how dare you seduce the first of humanity with your vile ways?" An angel growled. Lucifer stood his ground though and defiantly growled back. "Seduced? We fell in love!" Lucifer yelled. "They love me and I love them!"

His brother, Michael, scoffed. "You come into the Garden, have fornication with the first of our Lord's creation, and you call it love after we told you specifically not to come to the Garden? They were meant for each other. Not for you to force your way in." Lucifer flinched but glared at his twin.

Lilith also held her ground as she said, "I won't let you hurt Adam."

"No? What will you do?" An angel taunted. "I say we banish him from Eden. He's tainted from their sin." Adam could only watch as they nodded and talked to themselves as to what his punishment for getting pregnant would be.

They held Lucifer and Lilith in chains as Adam was dragged out of the Garden. "We'll find you!" Lucifer cried tears in his eyes. Lilith was trying to fight the chains holding her down, but she was furiously crying as well.

Adam felt numb. Lucifer and Lilith were both bound for Hell or maybe somewhere else and he was forced to wander the earth. The last thing he saw was Lilith and Lucifer crying out his name before everything went dark.

Present:

It was so long ago. As conflicted as he was about the whole situation, he couldn't help but feel like he could breathe again. Lucifer and Lilith could be suffocating to be with because they didn't let him do anything. Despite being kicked out of the Garden, he was enjoying the feeling of being independent.

There was a part of him that hoped they were okay. He didn't want them suffering, especially since they looked so scared for him. Adam stretched and smiled as he scratched his growing beard. He was sure they were fine. Lucifer and Lilith were some of the toughest people he knew. He was sure they were thriving in Hell or wherever they were.

XxX

Lucifer and Lilith were panicking up a storm. Adam was all alone out there in the wilderness, alone with a baby, and unable to take care of himself. They had to protect him. But they were stuck somewhere in the wilderness with no way out as well. Adam could be anywhere and as Lucifer had explained to Lilith, Earth was huge. He could very well be on the other side of Earth. He could be on an island, the desert, and even someplace he couldn't leave either. Stuck and unable to help himself.

Lilith felt herself hyperventilate. What if—what if Adam was already—

Her train of thought was cut off as Lucifer came flying down. "I...I couldn't find him in our area. We're going to have to move again." Lucifer had been spreading his angelic power every time they moved to find Adam but it only went so far. Hence why they moved every day, sometimes three times a day before Lucifer collapsed from exhaustion.

Lilith looked over Lucifer and her heart broke seeing him silently cry. Two years. They hadn't seen Adam in two years and they had searching every day without fail. They refused to believe Adam was hurt or de—she refused to go down that line of thought.

She brought Lucifer close and hugged him. "We'll find him. We're close. I can feel it." Empty words. She had no idea where he was. He could have been thousands of miles and they wouldn't have known.

"....yeah. We'll find him." Lucifer said. "I can feel it too."

The next day, Lucifer flew them both in the air. They had been flying for hours. He once again shoved his angelic power as far as it could reach to find Adam. Lilith kept her eyes looking all around, trying in vain to see if she could catch a glimpse of Adam.

Suddenly Lucifer screeched and they almost fell. Lilith yelped and hung on for dear life as Lucifer looked toward the east. "Lucifer?! What happened?!"

"I found him," Lucifer said before flying as fast as he could toward the East. Lilith couldn't hardly believe her ears. "Found him?! You found Adam?!" Lucifer nodded rapidly. "Yes! He's over here!" Adam. Adam had been found! Lucifer was a man on a mission as he flew down and landed in the middle of a vast forest.

"Adam?! Adam, sweetie where are you?!" Lilith yelled as Lucifer did the same. Lucifer guided her toward the direction Adam was in.

They burst through a clearing just in time to see a large mass of muscle tackle a massive bear to the ground. They could only stare as the person took a spear and plunged it into the head of the bear. It collapsed onto the floor and the man laughed as he stood over the beast.

He had wild long brown hair, a ripped body, and a thick beard. But they would recognize him anywhere.

"Adam?" Lucifer said, completely shocked at finding him here. The man looked over at them, his expression conveying shock at seeing them. He slung a makeshift leather sack on his chest as he walked over.

"Lucifer? Lilith?" Adam asked. Lilith still was taller but Adam's slim build was now muscled beyond what she thought capable. It looked good on him.

"I—what are you doing here?" Adam asked. He didn't sound mad or accusatory. Just confused.

"Adam! Oh, Adam! I'm so glad to see you!" Lilith cried out and hugged him. She was crying as Lucifer joined in. "We've been searching this whole time! We didn't give up even once—"

"Hey, sh," Adam said as he hugged them close. "You'll wake him up." They both looked at Adam confused until they realized the bundle around Adam’s chest moved slightly.

"Is that? The baby?" Lucifer asked in awe. Adam smiled proudly and opened the leather sack. Inside, was a beautiful baby boy sleeping peacefully. He had dark brown hair that looked almost black in the shade and pale skin like Lucifer. "He...he has your eyes, Lilith." Adam said with a smile. "A beautiful purple." Lilith blushed a bit at that comment.

"What's his name?" She asked.

"Seth."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adamsapple #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks #lucifer x adam x lilith #yandere lucifer #yandere lilith #Adam is a wild soul

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Last thing Sam expected or needed tonight was to be scolded a second time. The first time was by Dean, when he had announced to him that Lucifer was absent for one too many hours, and he had to go out and find Nick. Which, just as he expected, was abandoned somewhere while Lucifer was doing fuck-all somewhere, for some reason, now of all times. As he reached the two, Sam raised his arms slowly towards Nick, his palms holding gently at each of the blond's biceps.

Nick, meanwhile, continued glaring at her with lidded eyes, his expression emptying and blanking its slate to calm neutrality as Sam touched him. The language used on him once more, mattered none to him. It was no insult to Nick, only truth. There was nothing to fix, only shard of glass and a broken mind to put at peace. A peace only Lucifer could grant him when taking over and lending him his power.

Sam, meanwhile, was clearly affected. He heard it all already, from Dean, each and every time. And no matter how many times it was all uttered and said, it hurt the exact same. Sam's eyelids were permanently stained red, the bandages on his wrists peeking just slightly under the sleeves of his jacket as gravity pulled down on them a little.

"Don't talk about Nick like that." Sam hissed through grit teeth, his voice shaken and tears welling in his eyes almost in an instant. Was he overly attached to the man who felt close to nothing for him? Yes. Yes, he was. But there was more to it than that. "This could've been me."

Why was he bothering. Why try. She wouldn't get it, Bela wasn't the type. At least, not from what he knew her to be. She'd make another sarcastic comment, pressure him further, mock him. Them. Their situation. An incredulous scoff, a shake of her head. But Sam didn't care, his fingers, adorned by broken and black, barely re-growing nails, dug into Nick's muscles in a protective gesture. Perhaps it was because in that moment he saw not just Bela, but Dean by her side.

"Yes he's Lucifer's vessel. His primary vessel, as good as I would serve him, really. But he's not dangerous, and Lucifer isn't either. Those demons he's summoning, the deals he's trying to strike - nothing will come out the any of it." He kept shaking his head, eyes pleading for her to listen. "They can't help him, Lucifer will return for him in either a couple hours or a couple days, but killing him, maiming his body, it'll get you nothing. It'll stop. Nothing."

Nick's eyes flickered to Sam as the pink around his eyes turned brighter with the renewed irritation of salt and water shedding from his eyes. He looked almost bored, but still, perhaps a leftover trait from Lucifer... a hand still covered in specks of dirt raised itself, wiping away at the damp cheek with his thumb. The action forced a shudder out of Sam, which briefly closed his eyes and lowered his head, taking in a deep breath. Unlike when Lucifer had possessed the widower, Nick's skin currently was warm. It aided in grounding him a bit.

"There's no more apocalypse, Bela. There's no more wiping humanity." Sam detached one hand from Nick's bicep and rested it on his wrist, the one that was cradling his face. "I'm not saying "let the Devil walk free" but I'm saying that for the past few years, he was focused on me, and me alone. He never leaves my side, he never bothers torturing anyone else, I've got his interest, his focus, his... his bond. And until I find a permanent solution to the Lucifer problem hurting Nick is only going to get you killed. And..." It was as if only then, Sam had realized she was back - his eyes widening slowly. "I don't want you to be dragged back to Hell. Especially not by Lucifer himself."

Her eyes narrow as he slowly does as she says, but she knows it's not for his own life. Her finger would pull the trigger for a third time tonight, and it was only certified when the man turned to look at her. Nothing. There was nothing in his eyes. And that made him far more dangerous than any monster she'd ever encountered.

"I would be very careful if I were you. I'm giving you one more opportunity, but I've wasted these bullets on less."

Her name called in the distance causes the woman to jump and it was only by pure luck that she didn't fire her weapon. That voice...it was so hauntingly familiar and she nearly pulls the trigger just out of confusion before she dares to dart her eyes over towards the voice.

"Bloody hell."

And just like that the weapon lowers and she paces a few steps back in utter disbelief...but not in surprise. He's different. That boyish college look to him now long gone and while maybe it would cause her breath to be taken away on a good night- this was not one of them because suddenly it all makes sense.

She'd heard through the grapevine about the great Michael vs Lucifer world ending showdown that was supposed to take place, and it was to no surprise to her back then either that it was Sam and Dean Winchester as their chosen true vessels. Through those whispers she'd learned Sam joined Dean (and Bela) in the welcome to Hell club and lived to tell the tale. How they managed to beat those odds, she wasn't sure, but what she did know was this man clearly had the devil inside of him and leave it to Sam Winchester to try and save him.

"Of course he's with you. Why am I not surprised?" Irritation is painted all over her features as she storms towards the youngest Winchester. "Do you have any idea what he was trying to do? Huh? What he still wants to do? Of course you do! And while, once again, I'm not surprised, but clearly you're not doing a very fucking good job at keeping your psycho pet leashed. And here I had always thought you were the sensible one."

Quickly Bela looks at the man, making sure he wasn't once again trying to summon any evil, before looking back to Sam, lowering her voice. "Rumor on the street is you and your brother got into some big time forces, and if that thing is what I'm thinking he is- or was- there isn't a damn thing you can do to fix him. Look at him. You coming here was a waste of your time. So why don't you get out of here and we can both pretend this never happened? Before he causes a big mess that not even you can clean up."

#ic; nick #ic; sam #inn0cencestrained

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spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

#obey me #obey me x reader #yandere obey me #anyway i want to write a follow up to this #but what kind of follow up would it be... hm #sorry for the shortness of the last 3... i swear i love them it's just like 4am and i have an early day tomorrow #obey me fanfic #iyumeu writes om #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #sigh tags #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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