#ch: simeon

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Simeon Howley + Clothing

While no less humble than your average Plattonite, the Fossers leader also keeps balance between being something fearsome, and staying true to his background. Though clothing never stays clean and pressed for long (dirt being an integral part of both sides of his life) clothing is well-fitted and durable, and not so behind fashion as to feed into the Plattonite stereotype. Colours are plain (namely blues, greys and whites) and items are practical (leather, hobnailed boots-- straw hats, hand-fitted pieces, etc.) In the comfort of his home, typically plain shirts and trousers are the norm, occasionally bringing out an old dressing gown that is heavily mocked by the younger members of the household.

[ask-the-ultimate-soccer-player]

Yuu followed Simeons gaze and chuckled a bit. "Ah, you're right. I was gonna suggest we play some games together but... maybe afterwards? As a treat?"

Yuu didn't know libraries can be so full. All he wanted to do was study. He already picked out a few books and was now looking for an empty table. Sadly, there were none. So he looked around what table would be the most comfortable to sit at. He then sat down across Simeon. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind if I sit here."

Simeon looked up and brushed his hair from his face. "O no problem at all sir! This place got crowded didn't it!" He gave a chuckle as he put a book mark in his own book. "My name is Simeon, it's a pleasure to meet you"

[lordgodjehovahsway]

Genesis 49: Jacob Blesses His Sons

1 Then Jacob called for his sons and said: “Gather around so I can tell you what will happen to you in days to come.

2 “Assemble and listen, sons of Jacob;    listen to your father Israel.

3 “Reuben, you are my firstborn,    my might, the first sign of my strength,    excelling in honor, excelling in power. 4 Turbulent as the waters, you will no longer excel,    for you went up onto your father’s bed,    onto my couch and defiled it.

5 “Simeon and Levi are brothers—    their swords are weapons of violence. 6 Let me not enter their council,    let me not join their assembly, for they have killed men in their anger    and hamstrung oxen as they pleased. 7 Cursed be their anger, so fierce,    and their fury, so cruel! I will scatter them in Jacob    and disperse them in Israel.

8 “Judah, your brothers will praise you;    your hand will be on the neck of your enemies;    your father’s sons will bow down to you. 9 You are a lion’s cub, Judah;    you return from the prey, my son. Like a lion he crouches and lies down,    like a lioness—who dares to rouse him? 10 The scepter will not depart from Judah,    nor the ruler’s staff from between his feet, until he to whom it belongs shall come    and the obedience of the nations shall be his. 11 He will tether his donkey to a vine,    his colt to the choicest branch; he will wash his garments in wine,    his robes in the blood of grapes. 12 His eyes will be darker than wine,    his teeth whiter than milk.

13 “Zebulun will live by the seashore    and become a haven for ships;    his border will extend toward Sidon.

14 “Issachar is a rawboned donkey    lying down among the sheep pens. 15 When he sees how good is his resting place    and how pleasant is his land, he will bend his shoulder to the burden    and submit to forced labor.

16 “Dan will provide justice for his people    as one of the tribes of Israel. 17 Dan will be a snake by the roadside,    a viper along the path, that bites the horse’s heels    so that its rider tumbles backward.

18 “I look for your deliverance, Lord.

19 “Gad will be attacked by a band of raiders,    but he will attack them at their heels.

20 “Asher’s food will be rich;    he will provide delicacies fit for a king.

21 “Naphtali is a doe set free    that bears beautiful fawns.

22 “Joseph is a fruitful vine,    a fruitful vine near a spring,    whose branches climb over a wall. 23 With bitterness archers attacked him;    they shot at him with hostility. 24 But his bow remained steady,    his strong arms stayed limber, because of the hand of the Mighty One of Jacob,    because of the Shepherd, the Rock of Israel, 25 because of your father’s God, who helps you,    because of the Almighty, who blesses you with blessings of the skies above,    blessings of the deep springs below,    blessings of the breast and womb. 26 Your father’s blessings are greater    than the blessings of the ancient mountains,    than the bounty of the age-old hills. Let all these rest on the head of Joseph,    on the brow of the prince among his brothers.

27 “Benjamin is a ravenous wolf;    in the morning he devours the prey,    in the evening he divides the plunder.”

28 All these are the twelve tribes of Israel, and this is what their father said to them when he blessed them, giving each the blessing appropriate to him.

The Death of Jacob

29 Then he gave them these instructions: “I am about to be gathered to my people. Bury me with my fathers in the cave in the field of Ephron the Hittite, 

30 the cave in the field of Machpelah, near Mamre in Canaan, which Abraham bought along with the field as a burial place from Ephron the Hittite. 

31 There Abraham and his wife Sarah were buried, there Isaac and his wife Rebekah were buried, and there I buried Leah. 

32 The field and the cave in it were bought from the Hittites.”

33 When Jacob had finished giving instructions to his sons, he drew his feet up into the bed, breathed his last and was gathered to his people.

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER BUNNY CAFE CH 2 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | events | ch. 1

WHAT IF I DON'T WANNA WORK HERE, HUH ???? mane 😭 alexa play yes or yes by twice

but deadass why are the options so annoying sometimes like damn 💀 take me back to when mc was an asshole i beg /j

no it's bc of plot armor /hj

this is extremely unsanitary but knowing beel's stomach, he'd probably be fine even if the things had poison in them

yk unless the poison was solomon's cooking

hehe 😈😈😈 they gon fuck /j

but in all seriousness how repressed is simeon to get all worked up over a hug 😭 he just needs one good make out session and he'll be set for a year

DID THEY GET DRUGGED???? what is going awn 😭

...oh. nvm.

see, THIS is the mc i know. horny beyond belief /hj

but simeon really needs his [redacted] [redacted] atp

two kisses 🤭 he loves me or whatever

[masentickless]

MC1: THE WRONG F@*KiNG PIECE OF THE PUZZLE

MC2: DON'T SAY THAT IN FRONT OF THE KID, Bi#CH.

Simeon: (Where do I need to press?) Hush, darlings...

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Mc That's like Wednesday

First meet

Pairing: Obey me character x reader

Tw warning: none?

Part-1 Part-2

The Side Characters

Is that how all humans are!!😃?

Poor bub don't know that you're different.

Chuckles so loud that your ears bleed , when you pulled that stunt to Lucifer.

"Welcome human !! Welcome to the devildom!!"

"Thanks DEMON!"

*Sad puppy noises*

You feel bad now .....even if you don't have emotions.....

The first person you'd ever say sorry to.

Thinks you're Barbatos spawn bc of how graceful you are.

Tried to take you to the castle

Barb said no

Simp no:4

No.

Simply no.

He's not having another chaotic , dark ,and trouble seeking person.

Thinks you really match with The demon kings personality.

" Are you by any chance secret child of the demon king?"

" No but people do say I'm a spawn of the devil himself"

Great , you're sarcastic too!

Would not say anything thou because lord Diavolo seems interested in you.

You better keep good reputation human.

And praise his cooking too.

You like Solomon .

No literally.

He have magic . Magic means power. You're all about power.

He also like you.

He's never met another weird human before!

You both can do all the weirdness together.

Also he's easy on your eyes too . Cause he's all white and black too.

"I'm Solomon another human like-"

"You have lived more than a century you're hardly a human"

"Ouch that hurts"

"it was meant to"

He smirked so did you.

He's the first person to get a reaction from you .

You're besties!!

He's trying to make you laugh on a deez nuts joke.

Humans-1, Demons-0.

"I thought a human was coming " he genuinely thought of you as a demon.

"I thought angels were supposed to be white."

He's in crisis

That's racial discrimination mc ngl.

Starts praying to God .

But he's an angel so he cannot hate.

You're different.

You're brave

And he's a simp.

Simp no:5

Hello Simeon ? Pick me up I'm scared!

Thinks you're a demon too.

But you smiled at him (because of his chihuahua behaviour not that he'd know)

He brings you cookies.

You don't like cookies.

"I'd rather eat the brains of my victims"

"Huh"

"i-i prefer ch-chocolate cookies not vanilla"

"Oh i have those too!!"

He'll melt your heart (you don't have one)

Looking at him , reminds you of your pet scorpio (that died)

You swore to keep him safe.

[A/N]: Hehe i love little luke!

Thanks for reading!!

[666writingcafe]

Journey Through the Soul

Author's Note: I'm combining Solomon's side chapters in the hard mode of NB9 and 10 into one thing and doing some reshuffling in the process.

MC

I want to show you something.

When Solomon sent me that message during my latest shift at the House of Lamentation, I thought it was a physical object of some kind. After all, he does like to go shopping quite a bit when I'm gone; he claims that a lot of the stores in this timeline aren't in ours, and he wants to get as much stuff as he can before we return back home.

So, imagine my surprise when I find myself in a brightly-lit, lavishly decorated dining room with platters of food all over the place.

"Please tell me you didn't--" I start to say, thinking that he spent a ridiculous amount of money for dinner. However, I'm interrupted by Solomon putting a finger on my lips.

"Watch," he whispers.

"They're mine!" someone yells suddenly.

"No, they're mine!" a second person replies loudly.

Except these aren't two random people arguing with each other.

"You certainly are stubborn, aren't you?" Diavolo asks, laughing heartily.

"Not as stubborn as you!" Simeon exclaims, his laugh sounding a lot crueler than what I'm used to. "There's no way we're turning over humanity to you demons."

"Well, what gives angels any right to them? The way you try to exert ownership over them is arrogant, don't you think?"

Am I witnessing one of Solomon's memories?

"You've got it all wrong. We aren't trying to exert ownership over them. We serve as their guides. Humans are weak and fragile creatures, and we have to be there to protect them."

"You really don't get it, do you? Humans are quick to lose sight of their path in life and end up lost and confused. We should be the ones to show them the way. We could lead them some place where they'd be able to find happiness."

We were taught that humans were dumb creatures easily tempted by sin. Part of our job was to keep them on the path of salvation because they were too stupid to do it themselves.

This isn't a memory, is it?

"Ah, there you are! So glad you could come!" Both Diavolo and Simeon--or whoever these entities are--have spotted Solomon and look overly pleased to see him. "You can have some of my chocolate cake."

"Or you can eat some of my fixed fruit pound cake," Simeon offers.

"So, which will it be?"

"Which do you prefer?"

"Well, Solomon?"

Yeah, this isn't about cake.

Everything becomes completely still. Solomon sighs, and I realize he's frozen the scene playing out in front of us.

"This is creepy," I tell him.

"Only because they look like people you know." I'm unconvinced.

"Trust me, MC," Solomon continues upon seeing the look on my face. "Their appearances are unimportant. I wanted you to witness this particular argument between angels and demons because it's one that I've been brought into several times throughout my long life. They want to hold power over me--over humanity--for all of eternity. Both of them. And no matter what I do, they won't stop pestering me about it." As he talks, he visibly becomes more distressed.

"Are you afraid I'll get roped into it, Solomon?" His eyes meet mine.

"You already have. They're just doing a better job of hiding it from you."

You using the half-breed is one of the smarter moves you've made in a long time.

You have pacts with seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and the blood of angels flowing through you. I’d be stupid to not have you by my side.

I would do anything for you, even if it cost me my life. But I also want to completely destroy you.

"Have you ever eaten any of the cake?" I ask him.

"Yes. I have. But the alliance has always been temporary, which annoys them."

"Of course it does. You always have to be difficult and troublesome." The room suddenly disappears, leaving Solomon and I standing in a black void with a disembodied voice echoing throughout it.

"If only you'd chosen our side, it would've made things so much easier," the familiar voice adds, causing Solomon to chuckle.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but you must know I wouldn't do that, right? After all, that's part of our agreement." A groan. "So why do you continue to test me? Shouldn't we be past that by now?"

"Never." I want to leave. Now.

"You think I'm questioning my convictions."

"At the moment, no. But you might now that you've allowed yourself to love someone again." What?!

"What if something bad happened to your darling apprentice?" the voice continues taunting. "Or maybe they choose to side with us. Wouldn't you want to stay with them, no matter what?"

"MC feels the same way I do. Your threats mean nothing."

"How can you be so sure? They've already assumed the form of a demon. What's to stop them from continuing to behave like one after you two return to your timeline?" Silence.

"Solomon?" I ask. I've never seen him look this unsure before. Does he have doubts about my allegiance to him? To humanity in general?

"He doesn't know what you truly want, MC. He's incapable of seeing inside your heart."

"And you can?" I'm pissed. Here Solomon was, showing me part of his soul, and this guy decides to hijack that and push us around in the process.

"Of course. That's part of my job. I know how you feel about the brothers. You only see Solomon as your safe option. You don't actually love him. Not completely, anyway. If you had your way, you'd be a full-time resident of the Devildom, allowing everyone to use you as they saw fit."

"Enough!" For once, no retort. "The only reason I agreed to leave my timeline in the first place is because you told me that Simeon needed my help. I have no interest playing your sick little political game. My loyalty is with the people I love, and that includes Solomon." Another groan, this time drawn out more.

"You two have confidence to the point of arrogance. You'll end up falling just as hard as those brothers, if not worse."

"You're one to talk." It seems as though Solomon has gained his confidence back.

"How dare you?!" Solomon shrugs.

"You're the one that made me this way, so don't be surprised when I start acting like you, Nightbringer." I didn't realize our companion had a name. "Now, either you leave willingly, or I will force you out myself. But we're done here."

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[acaribeau]

Ch 16 wasn’t the first time we traveled back in time

And I'm not talking about NB

Theory time! (And a little rant)

Too much text incoming

What if I tell you that the timeline that we see in cannon (specifically S1) wasn't the first time we lived that year? What if we repeated that year over and over until it came right, not for us (and definitely not for the neckless MC that died in Mammon's arms) but for Diavolo?

You don't believe me? Well, I have a theory...

In multiple times, the brothers had told us that "they wouldn't do something like that for a random human".

But they had, indeed, showed too much attention and attraction to a random human. (Yes, MC isn't completely human but if Angel!Lucifer couldn't see what they were, they just saw a random human with a nice soul). Some of them didn't do pacts at all.

Even Lucifer was flirting with MC (in the form of dead threats like a good demon 😈)

What if that was the remanant of the feelings that they built in the previous time-lines?

But Barbatos vowed to never use his powers... Wrong!

Yes, he vowed to never see the future again... For himself. Diavolo can have totally control over them, over Barbatos. He's his butler and he has vowed to serve him. If assuring the succes of the exchange program (the first step to Diavolo's dream of interdimensional peace) wasn't important enough to use his power, when could they use it?

Barbatos already used his powers in front of everyone in ch16. But... Wasn't too ideal that he knew that MC only needed 5 pacts? As if... He already saw them open the attic before? How did he knew he needed to warp time? Because I'm not going to buy that he leaded MC to Mammon's room by accident. How did they knew (or even suspect) that MC were descendant of Lilith? (And that we could revive magically by her).

Barbatos, ordered by Diavolo, rewinded time and time again that year for assure that neither of the exchange students died in that year (any dead could mean war, depending of how good is the relationship with the Celestial Real. We already saw the threats that Michael send to Diavolo through Simeon in S2).

And like a cerise in a cake, end that annoying and dangerous 'hate for humans' of Belphegor. (And assure again the loyalty of all the brothers for Diavolo at letting them know the reason behind Lucifer's pact was to save their sister)

All ended too good for Diavolo. But for achive that, MC had to gain the affection of the brothers, little by little, or one by one. By the time the cannon is happening, Barbatos already knows what to do without seeing the future...

Of course I'm not saying that all the pacts were for his direct intervention. Mammon's and Satan's were for prophecies (arguably Levi's. When have you seen Barbatos left something dirty for more than 5 seconds? But he wasn't in Levi's competition, so Mammon slipped... but that could be thinking too much) but he helped planning the retire for doing Asmo's pact (remember that they are very close friends, how could he not know how to push his buttons? He could even ask Solomon to lend MC his magic if he wasn't planning it).

And of course, probably that's how they knew about the prophecies of TSL (and why Diavolo avoided the final act, and made Simeon rewrite it), seeing things that no matter what he did, there were thing that always happened. Not in the same way, but inevitable and unavoidable things.

Now! For finishing this :

We all know how OM like to insert the media (normally Levi's animes and games) with long and uncannily titles that adjust too perfectly to the situation they are living.

Poor MC with so many prophecies in their life, I don't know how they aren't paranoid in all their elections.

So... Diavolo said this in a chat.

The actual theory

There were routes. Bad ending routes. We died many times, and in at least one we survived thanks to friendship Lilith's magic and freed Belphegor (in the same or separate timelines). We said what she told us, but something was incomplete, something was wrong and we died again.

Then Barbatos did the little things that could done to be sure that we made the pacts. The moment MC had the 5 pacts, an MC from another timeline came, opened the attic and returned to their timeline (because this Barbatos wasn't an asshole and made the portal door close to the attic).

Belphie, Beel and MC go to PH.

Belph is a prisoner.

MC didn't die.

Lilith doesn't tell them their message (No good Belphie here 😔 only hate).

Then, as things weren't as good as they could be, Barbatos decide to... Expand his options, bending time. How? Well... Being an asshole Making MC to change the past.

He knows MC has to die to "speak" with Lilith and a Belphie filled with blame of killing 'a part of' Lilith again is a good Belphie. A Belphie that won't start a masacre or war in the human world. So, he sends MC to Mammon's room, directly to the past brothers (why risk that MC could be sneaky enough to avoid them in the Hall? Throw them directly to them!) And the rest is history...

So... The questions that we all are thinking (or at least me)...

Will OM! Music Nightbringer give us that bad ending routes?

Will they connect that past-timeline with the present OM, doing this theory semi-accurate or completely wrong?

Will they finally explain the limits of Barbatos' powers? Or is he an ancient god without limits?

Were Mammon's instantly crush in MC product of a past timeline that neither of them remember?

Were Diavolo and Barbatos assholes? Yes

Will Simeon fall?

Will I ever overcome my ADHD and procrastination and write a fic about this theory?

Did I overthink too much an Otome game?

[mammonsturtle]

You’re Not Sorry

So I’m borrowing an idea from my dear moot @rainiishowers​(check them out btw ^^)  and this request since I’m in a writing rut, I wanted to do something short and angsty. Enjoy the subpar content! :’)

A/N : This ended up being longer than expected. Oops. And it might have lost the plot somewhere as this is probably just word vomit at this point. Probably not proof read, so let me know if there’s anything missing!

CW/TW: ch 16 spoilers, angst, bodily harm, no comfort(?)

Pacts with demons. 

To angels, such a deal with the diabolical beings was a foolish thing for a human to forge. To have utter disregard for their soul to have power of a demon waiting in the wings, or to be foolish to believe that making a pact with a demon would grant them their greatest wishes.

In return for your soul to be dragged down into hell, in the possession of a demon. There was no salvation for you once you got to this stage. But for you, your soul, pure and shiny in the eyes of hungry demons. Would be split by the seven demons who were no different in pulling you in different directions at once, just to have your company.

At the price of your own well being, in which you would selflessly put aside just to appease the brothers.

And yet here you were, marching down to Purgatory Hall to seek the power of the witty sorcerer himself with the angels at your heels.

“Are you sure you want to do this MC?” Simeon questions as you stop in front of Solomon’s door. You pause before you knock and turn to gaze upon the worried faces of the angels. 

“Will you stop me Simeon?” You ask, by now your usual cheery tone had been broken down and drained of all life. You look to your little brother, Luke had been unsure about this. “And you Luke?”

He was right in not to trust demons, he did try to tell you after all. And you chose not to listen. So in having seven pacts with the Avatars, Luke had wondered why you did so. You didn’t tell him but, he knew something must have gone awry if that was the case.

“But you won’t have the demon’s protection...Not that you’d need it in the human world.” Luke murmurs and you turn around and patted his head. “No. I won’t be needing them when I go back home. Where I belong.”

Two knocks on the door and an answer came next, “Come in.”

You knew there was no going back.

“Once you break a pact with a demon, you can never make the same pact with the same demon again. Nor will you be bonded to them in any way.” Solomon explains as he observes how tight Luke was holding your hand, and how Simeon held your shoulders in support.

And you had lost your glow, you lost your light. The human innocence that could only be eaten away by the actions of demons. Tired eyes were pleading with him to break off pacts which he would envy, in order to return to normalcy.

Perhaps you should have stayed here with him and the angels from the very beginning. None of this would have happened to you.

“Yes.” You reply, with the utmost of confidence you had left. “Please Solomon. It’s all I ask of you.” You nearly beg as you knew your time in the Devildom was coming to an end, what better way to end it off with a bang?

Solomon gathers every material needed to start the ritual, and takes in your form. The only human he allowed himself to get close to, had been bearing the brunt of every wants and needs from the Avatar. You had confided to him, and to Simeon about the attic incident, Lilith, and the aftermath. 

The sudden change of the brothers’ behavior and treatment of you was overwhelming. You had thought they had adored you, for you, and how you pieced the broken brothers together and reformed their family. But on the account that you were Lilith’s descendant? That seemed to be the only thing they’ve come to value you as. 

‘Lilith this, and Lilith that. Lilith did that too...Lilith would never do a thing like that! Hey Lilith- I mean MC.’ That was all you heard from the brothers now, you were just a replacement for their lost sister. It wouldn’t be surprising if they were trying to mold you into her liking. They didn’t see you as MC anymore, did they? 

You couldn’t help but feel betrayed not only by them, but by Diavolo and Barbatos, whom knew about your lineage the entire time. You were just a pawn in their game of getting the family back together again. Your death was quickly forgotten about, swept under the rug in order for Belphegor to make amends with his brothers.  

“MC. Come. Let us begin.” Solomon calls for you as you settle down on the couch. Both angels were at your side as Luke holds your hand, “Will it hurt them?” The little angel inquires as Solomon shakes his head, “Not physically. But it will take a mental and emotional toll on them.”

Solomon gently strokes your head before having to begin. “This will be exhausting MC, but I assure you, we will be here to protect you when it’s all said and done.”

You nod as Solomon begins the ritual, chanting in Latin as both angels held your hand in theirs. You closed your eyes and took in a breath, you told yourself you were doing the best thing for yourself.

Soon you feel the pacts leave your body, you wince as if you feel the visceral bonds with the brothers breaking. Your eyes fought to stay awake, yet the sorcerer was not kidding on how it took a toll on your physical state. You were just an ordinary human beneath the pacts of the demons after all.

You felt your eyes droop as your energy was spent, and you were off into what seemed to be the comfortable sleep you’ve taken in a long while. The Purgatory Trio being the last thing you heard before you succumbed to exhaustion.

It wasn’t like you were seeking a pact in the infancy of the exchange program, the only thing on your mind was to stay alive in the demon world for a year. And then you would be free.

It wasn’t like you signed up to be the family therapist, to have all the brothers’ problems heaved upon you. All the while of your problems being on the backburner while they went on and on about theirs?

It all started with the two tsundere brothers who dragged you into their problems.

Make a pact with Mammon so he’d give back the money he owed to Leviathan. But that never panned out, did it?

Then came along that voice that called you in the middle of the night, begging for you to help him. Making that pact with Leviathan so you can get past Lucifer and find out for yourself on who was calling you.

And there it started, you made pacts with Belphegor’s brothers to free him and to make amends with Lucifer. Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Satan’s pacts soon followed. And it was then were you able to free Belphegor and hoped that the latter would make amends with Lucifer. Thus finally reforming the family once more. 

If only it were that simple.

You had died that day, Belphegor showed no remorse in killing you, nor did he apologize once you were brought back to life. Now that you thought about it, not one of the demon brothers, nor did those two Royal demons apologized to you after putting your life in danger. 

Belphegor only apologized to Lilith though, never to you.

The months of your silent suffering, they had forgot all about the incident. Of course they did, it wasn’t like they were the ones who truly suffered. The long nights of you crying yourself to sleep and the phantom pain of your neck being crushed by invisible hands. It was a wonder you got any sleep. 

You had constantly kept a sharp object on hand and every time you saw Belphegor or he wanted your time, you wanted to die all over again. Every time he touched you, you couldn’t help but recoil and pull away from him. Much to the disappointment of him and how all the other brothers didn’t pick up on it.

And when you had been offered a pact from Belphegor, and when you had asked of Lucifer’s pact. Extra leads to put on the dogs to keep them in line, right? An unofficial and unspoken apology for everything they’ve done to you?

What other use did you have for these pacts then? They were useless in the grand scheme of things. Pacts were a sign of trust between both parties, weren’t they? These pacts were made out of a lie. 

It was their turn to face the consequences of their actions.

“I can’t believe MC’s goin back to tha human world.” Mammon mutters as the brothers settle into their seats at the Student Council Hall. The very same place he had met you, it seemed so long ago and they all knew it had to end.

“Oh? What’s that? Is Mammon going to miss MC?” Asmo teases as the latter’s face turns red and he crosses his arms, “What?! The Great Mammon missing some human? Shut yer mouth!”

“Awh~ See? You are going to miss them~~” Asmo snickers as Satan sighs and rubs his temple, “Just admit you’re going to miss them. We all are.” The fourth born points out as a hush comes over them all.

“We’re all going to miss them, they fixed our family. They’re a part of our family now.” Beelzebub points out as the brothers collectively nod. Lucifer especially, even the mightiest of the Avatars couldn’t fix his family without the help of a human. The same human who managed to worm their way through his family and their hearts, especially his.

To think a human would have such an effect on the Avatars of Sin. A human did the unthinkable and reformed the once broken family. Of course the Avatars were grateful, once knowing of your true lineage of course.

“It’s not fair.” Levi complains as Belphie shoots all of them a glare, “That’s my line! I didn’t get to spend that much time with MC compared to you all.” The youngest complained loudly as Diavolo and Barbatos step into the room. 

“Then the exchange program was a grand idea, wasn’t it?” Diavolo chimes in as he smiles at the brothers, the Avatars were back together once more, thanks to his program. “It’s all thanks to MC being here in the Devildom.”

“Besides, there will be more opportunities to see MC. Maybe we’ll visit them in the human world.” Lucifer comments as his brothers’ mood lighten up. Though he shares the same sentiment of the baby of the family. Oh how he regretted putting MC through so much to protect his family.

Belphegor scoffs as he chooses to ignore the Prince, speaking of MC, where was their little human? They had been dodgy of late, rather than being with the brothers, they had been visiting Purgatory Hall more often than not. As if the second born was reading his mind, he quickly rises from his seat as he’d rush out and seek you out as usual.

“Hey, we should get MC ova here-” Mammon suggests before he stops short before he clutches his chest. He feels it tightening as if something or someone was choking the air out of him. A sinister snicker from what sounded like Belphegor echoed in the back of his mind as he looked to the baby of the family, whose eyes bore into Mammon, as if they were mocking him. “Fuck...My chest is hurtin.” Mammon groans as he gasps for air.

“Do we have to get a report on everything your body does something?” Satan remarks as Asmodeus sighs as fiddles with a nail, “Just ignore him Satan, he’s doing for attention. How sad.” he mutters as Mammon groans once more.

“No...MC...Ya can’t go...!” Mammon wails as he drops down, his arms hugged at his chest, “MC’s...MC’s...I can’t feel ‘em!” He gasps for air as Lucifer rushes over to his right hand, “Mammon?! What..is going on?”

A sudden and sharp cry comes from Leviathan as his game console drops to the floor, and just like his older brother, he was clutching his chest. “Can’t..breathe...!” he pants out as his body shook violently and the about same words left his lips. “MC...They’re gone..Can’t feel them!!”

“What is going on?!” Lucifer looks to the Royals for answers before a loud thud hits the ground, and a loud howl came from Beelzebub this time as he fallen under the same effect of the other two brothers.

“It’s MC...I can’t-” Beelzebub groans loudly as he clutches his neck, “Breathe-” he gasped out the last word, his twin starting to feel the effects from the twin telepathy as his own chest started to feel a heavy weight pressing down on him. You were disappearing from him as his stomach was in uncomfortable knots, until the sting of his pact with him was completely gone.

Asmodeus was next as he let out a loud whimper as he quickly fumbled with his uniform, as the clothing was shed, he managed to see what was left of his pact with you disappearing. “O-O-Our pacts! MC’s...! They’re...!” He could only think of the worst as he started to violently sob as the last of your presence was ripped from him.

As Satan was trying to tie together everything that was going on, it was his turn to feel the pain. The same thing was happening to him as his chest tightened and it became harder to breathe. “MC...Something’s happened, our pacts-” Satan hisses loudly as he attempted to tear at his neck of the invisible hands that squeezed the life out of him. 

One by one, the brothers had dropped down by an invisible force. The endless laments of the brothers repeating how they couldn’t feel an ounce of your invisible bond and how they claimed they couldn’t breathe. The feeling of helplessness was palpable in the last two who were standing.

It was just the eldest and the youngest brother who were the last two standing. Belphegor felt himself fall with his brothers, and he was feeling his chest tightening and he felt invisible hands suddenly choking his airways. As if the pact was ripped off his skin, an echo of his sickening laughter rang in his ears.

“No...no!!!” Belphegor lets out a mournful wail, “MC!! I’m sor-” He gasps for air as he drops down, what seemed like the weight of your pain and suffering was finally caving in on him. Belphegor felt the tears starting to well, he was the one being your suffering once more, if only he found out sooner.

Lucifer could only look in horror as he knew he was next, “Our pacts...MC’s either-” He drops down to his knees as the same knot formed in his chest and his breathing labored. He dared not look to Diavolo as he joined his brother in their loss. As his pact disappeared from his very being, it was like losing Lilith all over again. Though this time, he couldn’t get you back.

“MC’s pacts, either they’re being broken. Or either-” Barbatos faltered on the worst thing to happen to you, once again. Diavolo’s lip quivered as he knew, “We must find Solomon at once.”

Solomon ignores the influx of texts from Asmodeus on his phone, as he does the same with the missed calls and texts from your phone. He scrolls past Asmodeus’ calls and texts to find Barbatos and Diavolo had contacted him as well.

In the meantime, you had been resting as the brothers had suffered. You stir yourself awake, the ritual was more tiring than you thought. You check your body of the pacts that had used to etch your skin, but true to Solomon’s word, they were gone. The invisible thread that tied you to the brothers could no longer be felt and you let out a sigh. 

It was time to go home.

“MC. You should rest.” Solomon advises you as you struggle to get off the couch. But true to your stubborn nature, you shakily stand up as you shake your head. “No. I’m going home.” You simply state as Simeon and Luke come up to help balance you and Solomon puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’ve had enough of being here.”

“If you’re that determined, let me come with you for protection. You’re just a normal, defenseless human now.” Solomon decided on as the two angels might as well made up their mind as well. “We’re going with you MC!” Luke proclaims as you shake your head. 

With all the strength you mustered, you bent down to his level and put a hand on his head. “No Luke. This is between me and the brothers. I’d rather not get you and Simeon wrapped up in my troubles.”

“B-B-But...” Luke’s eyes were now downcast as you ruffle his head, “You probably won’t understand it now Luke, but you’ll understand someday.” You told him as you give Simeon a knowing nod. “We’ll still have time to say goodbye Luke,” You assure him with a half smile, “I just have to settle things with those demons first.”

“MC!” Luke shouts your name suddenly, and you look back to your little brother. His lips wobble as he sniffles, he was always trying so hard not be looked at as a child once more. “Can I at least give you my blessing before you go?”

You smile, “Of course, Luke. You’re my guardian angel after all.” As Luke chants his prayer for you, you feel an invisible yet warm light engulfing you. “Now not even Diavolo can hurt you! Or those awful brothers!” Luke exclaims rather triumphantly, though he frowns even at the thought of the butler thinking about hurting you.

You hug Luke as you decide to best get on your way. “Thank you Luke.“ You look to Simeon who gave you a nod as he comes to collect the younger angel, “We’ll see each other again before we leave here for good. I promise.”

And with that, you and Solomon set off to see the demons off, one last time.

The sudden creak of the student council room’s door alerted the demons as Solomon saunters his way in. Seeing the weakened Avatars brought a smile to his face, of course, they were expecting you for answers. 

“Solomon. I trust you know what has happened to the Avatars here.” Diavolo implicates the sorcerer as the latter looks over the brothers and hums. “Hm. Now why would I be the first one to know what’s happened to the brothers?” He glances over at Barbatos who side eyed his master.

“MC’s pacts with the brothers have been severed, MC had gone to Purgatory Hall today, have they not?” The butler questions Solomon as the latter looks thoughtful as he chooses not to answer, only his eyes danced in amusement as he watched the gears turn in the demons’ head.

“Where is MC? What have you done to them?” Lucifer snarls at Solomon as he struggles to stand up, the rest of the brothers following suit. Solomon lets out his hearty chuckles as he motions towards the door. “What have I done to them? The real question, oh mighty Lucifer, is what have you all done to them?”

“You impudent human!” Lucifer roars as he shifts into his demon form, and with his brothers following suit. Even in their weakened state, he had to applaud them for their tenacity.

“That’s enough Lucifer.”

You emerge from the dark halls and stand between Solomon and the demons you had once considered your friends. Your once vibrant self to the brothers was now replaced by a dark cloud that hung over you. A part of you felt as if you were the scared and defenseless little human at the beginning of the program, now that you removed the pacts. A part of you was just done with being here, playing family therapist without any compensation for the amount of pain you had been put through.

You narrow your eyes at the brothers, who had halted like a pack of dogs on their master’s command, and shifted back into their regular forms. They looked so hurt, so lost, so confused. A perpetual frown graced your features as you scoff at the scene before you. You almost felt bad for them. But it wasn’t as sad as you had been hurting the entire time, and yet none of these greater beings were smart enough to figure that out.

“MC!” Your first man was the first to call out for you, it was a mournful cry as a barrier stops him from coming any closer to you and sends him backward. Mammon’s face twists in utter disbelief as you remain silent, yet observant of the demons before you who shared the same looks.

“What tha hell?! MC...” Mammon never looked so hurt, at least from the vulnerable Mammon you saw that opened up to you behind closed doors. “MC...What’s goin on?” Mammon begs of you as you remained unfettered to the anguish of the brothers.

“Listen well brothers, and your little king and his butler as too. These will be the last words you’ll ever hear from me.” You began as an explosion of protests, screams, and begs before Lucifer steps forward. “Enough!” He bellows at his brothers and silence comes over the room. 

“MC...Please. We just want answers. Why have you removed our pacts?” Lucifer asks of you, his voice soft, as if it were just the two of you alone in his room during those late night visits. Those nights where his pride was put aside just for him to love you behind closed doors. But it was soon to be a memory now.

You look to Solomon who simply nodded, “Like I said, these are my last words to you. So you better listen well.” You glowered and you take a breath, it was time to get things off your chest.

“I was the one who asked, no. Begged, Solomon to remove the pacts. I suppose after fixing your problems and putting my own feelings and well being aside, I decided to do something for myself.” You scan over where your pact marks used to be and scoff. 

“I suppose I was naive enough to think pact between a human and a demon would need some sort of consent, trust, and maybe love.” You gag at the last word, before you continue. “But I was used as a way to get back at two dumbasses of brothers’ to end age old feud.” You fumed as you point at Mammon and Leviathan, who immediately shrink away as soon as the old memory was brought back to them.

“And then...? I stupidly believed that I was going to help brothers reconcile with each other, fix a broken family. All I had to do was make pacts with them, easy right? Even though at one point or another, my life was put on the line for each pact.” You state as it was Belphegor’s turn to shrink against his twin, daring not to look at you. Your eyes linger over the brothers who had exchanged glances towards each other before all of them looked at Belphie at once.

“Only for me to meet death himself! But it was an easy fix! Just replace me with another me and erase that timeline! Surely I wouldn’t remember being killed by your dear baby brother. Problem solved! The brothers are back together again! Surely this wouldn’t have any repercussion on the human!?” You let out a sardonic laugh and you grin at the brothers’ expression twist and turn with a sickening realization of what you had kept under wraps the entire time.

You wiggle your finger mocking at them as your smile bore into the brothers and the royals, “But let’s give a hand to our dear monarch and his dear handler!” You rail on derisively and applaud the two demons behind the brothers, only looking horrified of the aftermath of their actions. “They both got a taste of playing God! I was a just a pawn in their scheme to get this damned family back together again!”

“Oh...And to put the cherry on top? Your dear prince and his loyal butler revealed my ancestry...to your dead sister!” You felt your blood boil, even Satan could feel it, even without the pact. “Which is probably all the worth I’ll ever have to you demons! Without it, I’m just a worthless human who wouldn’t mean jack to any of you! But what if I was the descendant of her lover? You would all kill me on the spot, even if I ‘fixed’ your family, wouldn’t you all?” You accuse them all as the horror on their faces brought you such glee.

“And none of you never apologized to me, for all those times you’ve put my life in danger.” You mutter bitterly as you glare at the Royals, “And you two never apologized for putting me through watching myself die. And why would you? You played me like a fiddle, so long as it got you your results. Well congratulations, you got them. And for one life of a human? Damn, you got yourselves a good deal!”

You laugh in broken pauses and you run a hand through your hair, the brothers were the most silent as they had ever been. The normally loud bunch stunned into silence as their favorite human poured their heart out, any love they had towards them seemed to have diminished. Your eyes had welled up as you gaze at them through glassy lens.

“MC! Please!” Belphegor leaves his twin’s side as he drops in front of you, on his hands and knees, “I’m sorry MC! Punish me, instead of taking it out on my brothers! It was my fault, it was all my fault! ” he begs as you barely acknowledge his pathetic gesture.

“You stupid demon. I am punishing you. How does it feel to lose the last thread to your dead and dearest sister? You apologized to Lilith instead of apologizing to me. Is that was your pact was?! An apology to Lilith for killing her dear descendant?!” You snarl the words as Belphegor recoils from the statement, and couldn’t find his words now.

You then look at the eldest brother, and you point your finger at him, “And you’re guilty of this too, don’t you dare say otherwise. You’ve tried to kill me three times, plus a baby angel and your own brother! Lilith would so proud of her big brother. This pact is no different from my murderer’s. These were more like half assed apologies, considering you all went straight to Belphegor’s side. Not once had any of you considered my feelings after my death.” You growled at him as Lucifer faltered in his steps forward towards you as he met your glare.

“And what, you both think a pact would absolve all the pain and suffering you demons put me through? You brothers really are stupid when you’re together, you know that?” You let out a dry cackle, “Those pacts meant nothing, they were nothing more than lies.” You were washed clean of the pacts, the memories your time would soon follow as you felt Solomon’s hand on your shoulder.

As he tried to figure out his words he swallows hard, and Lucifer gets onto his knees, “MC. Please, allow me to apologize to you now. For every moment I’ve threatened you, every moment that I’ve brought harm to you. On behalf of my family, I beg of you to forgive us, for all the pain we’ve put you through. We will beg for forgiveness even if you refuse to do so.” If Lucifer was on his knees, groveling for forgiveness then the rest of the lot were as well.

You scoff at the Seven Deadly Avatars of Sin as eyes begged for what good was left in you, the human that they all loved apparently to forgive you then and there. You turned your back on them.

“Luke was right all along. I should have never trusted you demons.”

“MC? It is time to go.” Solomon informs you as a portal opens behind him. You dared not to give the brothers any satisfaction or any sympathy, it was only fair that they never did the same for you.

“If you really want to honor your dead sister’s wish, then you all will stay out my life, and you will stay the hell away from my descendants.” And without another word, you crossed through with Solomon.

And with that the portal closed and silence had settled indefinitely. But nothing would close the gaping hole that a mere human had left in the hearts of the most powerful demons of the three realms.

-Fin

[obae-me]

Upside Down- CH 11

Author's Notes: I hate that it took me so long for an update, but here it is! I'm ready for more magical shenanigans coming up ahead! But this one is a little more filler for now after all the action.

Warnings: Allusions to eating disorders/unhealthy eating habits. As Always, Read Safely.

Word Count: 6060

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To Be A Demon

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This was…torture. You knew the prince of the demons could be cruel, but you didn’t think he’d be this cruel. Simeon was bold with it too, taking you out into the open, making a mockery of you for all to see. An example. Proof of the fate that lies at the end of disobedience. To make matters worse, he dragged the humans into this too. They were probably nothing but toys to him. This was your fault…all your fault. If you had only done better…this wouldn’t be happening. 

A hand gripped your shoulder, trailing up your neck till the fingers curved around your chin and forced your face towards his. Simeon’s smile seemed to beam brightly as he took you in. You knew from the start that there had been something dark behind the softness in his face. He was the ruler of demons, master of mind games. This was only the beginning of the punishment, wasn't it? It could only get worse from here… The prince spoke up gleefully, a certain undercurrent in his tone you couldn’t place. “There we are. Isn’t that much better? How about another?” 

At this point, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. “Please…no more…” How had he gotten you here to the point where you felt you needed to beg? How humiliating… 

The prince looked at you, a light shining behind the vibrant colors of his eyes. He tutted a little, as if you should’ve known better than to ask. Simeon squeezed your face in one of his hands before placing another small bite of a sandwich into your mouth. “Now, now. This is what happens when you spend centuries subsisting off of hardly anything but magic.” He shook his head at you, dusting the crumbs off his hands. “You’re acting like I’m killing you, but this is for your own good.” 

The leaves above the picnic rustled gently as a short breeze blew by. Although anything that fell from the branches above seemed to be pushed away from your area, as if not even a leaf could disturb the Prince and his plans. This was far from what you had expected though. A picnic, in a public park, under the shade of a large maple tree. You might not have known too many things about this more human tradition, but you knew that this all was a bit…extra. Extra soft. Extra large. The blanket under your bodies was a pale mint color. It seemed to be created to seat over a dozen people, and yet there were only six gathered here. You, Simeon, Luke, Mammon, Levi, and…

A chuckle raised out of his throat. “Demons are always so entertaining.” The disguised angel picked up a snack from the veritable army of plates before you all, his eyes glancing over you, amused. Solomon. You hadn’t expected to see him here. In fact, you hadn’t heard from him at all since you’d been forcibly chucked in the Morningstar’s direction. Of course he shows up now at one of your lowest points. 

The lips of your mouth twitched in irritation. “If you think this is so amusing, maybe you should-” 

Your words were cut off as the Prince raised his hand. Even without saying anything, his power was commanding. The mark he had left around your wrist seemed to hum. Everything in your vicinity seemed to silence itself, including the birds in the trees and even the clinking of silverware. Simeon sighed a little, his smile faltering as he allowed himself to look exhausted. It only lasted for a moment, a gentle smile returning to his face, although there was a tone to his voice that implied it would be best not to make him upset. “Let us keep teasing and hostilities to a minimum, shall we? This was meant to be a memorable occasion.” A flickering hue of disappointment settled in the spiral of his irises. Although, he did his best to hide that detail. You weren’t sure if he was naive spoiled royalty, or if he simply had one of those carefully-planned personalities. If you thought hard enough, you could imagine how Simeon had wanted this to go. You and the humans would show up on time, each of them shaking hands with the Prince of demons and the envoy of angels. You’d all sit together, eat the endless amount of meals Luke had prepared for you, and a historical moment would forever be etched in the history of the realms. A meeting where humans, demons, and angels sat and broke bread- quite literally in one regard- and got along. Even if you had gone a bit rogue and created another pact, this would salvage that. Simeon would set things right. 

But that’s not quite how it happened…

First off, you had arrived late. Dreadfully late. The meeting had intended to take place earlier this morning, and yet it was well after noon now. Although, you would like to claim it wasn’t entirely your fault. Unfortunately, the night had not been kind to you after your mighty virtual battle with Lifia. Returning home, attempting to sleep to regain your energy, you had closed your eyes…and then hardly opened them again. The demands had been too much for your body, sending you into a downward spiral into an early grave, half-dead… Certainly your human disguise had been broken in your weak state. It’s a miracle you weren’t caught. The fine details were blurry seeing as how you were hanging onto life by a thin frayed thread. However, you recall Mammon freaking out, grabbing Levi, Levi freaking out, and then being wrapped in a blanket and snuck through the house before being dragged by the ankles into one of Mammon’s cars. Absconded away by the humans you’d formed a… obligatory attachment to. Then you woke up here, curled up far too close to the prince, Devildom food and potions shoved down your throat to save you. Now you were embarrassed and irritable, the humans were anxious and uncomfortable, Solomon was amused and intentionally stirring the pot, and Simeon was doing his best to keep his dreams, his plans, and his sanity intact. The only one that seemed to be fine was Luke, which was surprising. Every time you had met him before he’d been a little growly sort of thing. Now he seemed…happy… Excited even. Fluttering between people giving them his sweets before pulling impossible amounts of confectionaries out of a single picnic basket in the middle of the placement. 

“Hey,” a quiet voice rang beside you, trying to whisper even though it was clear everyone could still hear. Mammon shuffled a bit closer to you, although he still remained on his side of the blanket. You couldn’t help but notice you all were still so separated despite gathering together. Solomon on his side alone, you and Simeon on another edge, and Levi and Mammon on their own. The divide was all too obvious. “Feelin’ better?” 

Suddenly, you were the center of attention again, all eyes looking in your direction. You turned your head, your hands settled firmly in your lap. “I’m fine.” Your chin raised a bit, and while you may not have been so connected to pride before, you had the urge to hide your weaknesses, especially in front of the Prince…and in front of your- the humans. 

“Well, you might be fine now, but you certainly looked worse for wear when you arrived,” Solomon pointed out, another cheeky grin returning to his face before Simeon shot him a subtle look. The angel shook his head slightly. “You put far too much strain on your soul.” 

After having said nothing this entire meeting, Levi finally spoke up. His head was a little lowered, clear guilt in his eyes. Anxious thumbs tore at the loose threads on his hoodie strings. He figured this was his fault, that the blame lay on him, for why wouldn’t it? At least, that’s what you imagined he was thinking. “I’m sorry. Maybe making the pact was too much. M-Maybe we should break it or something…” 

One of Simeon’s eyebrows raised at the mention of the pact. His eyes narrowed at the human, but for the first time the prince seemed…relieved. Then he shook his head. “No, that’s not it. In fact, the connection should’ve reinvigorated MC.” His hand reached over and settled around the back of your neck. “This happened because they didn’t replenish their energy between magic uses.” His head turned towards you. “You overdid it. This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t neglect yourself.” 

“I didn’t-” you started to hiss, but the curve of his fingers on your body tightened. No speaking back. 

Across the way, Mammon tilted his head a bit, confused. “But, they told us they wouldn’t die if they didn’t eat. Was…” His face fell, trying to cover up the stress with a scowl. “Was that another lie?” 

The touch of the prince dropped right before Simeon clapped his hands. Luke sprung to attention, moving around to give everyone another helping of…everything. Simeon straightened his back but dropped his shoulders. “Here is your opportunity to learn more about demons. Listen up. If you two are going to be Masters, you have to know these things.” The prince began to explain things, gesturing to you here and there like you were a display model. “A demon’s body is much stronger than a human’s. Same for angels. Not sleeping and not eating might not kill us but it still affects us. For example, humans feel vastly different when you only get three hours of sleep versus a whole night of sleep, yes? Sure, you might not feel great after only a few hours of sleep, but it won’t kill you. Similar concept for demons and angels. So, when you deprive yourself of rest and nourishment, it makes you weak.” The last line was heavily stressed as the prince’s gaze turned back towards you. The warmth of shame spread through your body. “Not to mention, you’ve been denying your temptations, haven’t you?” Two fingers lifted your chin, forcing you to look right in Simeon’s face. In the corner of your eyes, you could see the humans behaving strangely. Mammon was gripping his plate while Levi was clenching his teeth. “We cannot deny who we are, MC. We are demons, and as such, we thrive off of our temptations, off the corruption of the world. We can control ourselves, yes, but you have gone far past that. Temperance is a virtue. One that’s poisoning you.” 

You wished you could smack Simeon’s hand away, to leap towards him and throttle him. However, not only was that treason, but…deep in the back of your mind, you knew it was true. ‘We cannot deny who we are.’ Yet, a very long time ago, you had come to the decision to isolate yourself, to defy everything a demon was meant to be. No souls, no sins, no selfishness, no slaughtering, no seduction, no superfluity. Nothing. All because of them. All because…maybe you didn’t want to be… a…

“Demon biology aside,” the angel spoke up again. “There might actually be another reason why our friend was so drained.” 

The strange tension between you and the prince fell flat as the other demon lowered his arm and turned towards the white-haired being. “You know something.” It was said as a statement, not a question. A confirmation of something he already knew. Solomon was hiding details. 

“I do, actually. That's why I suggested I come today.” For a moment, Solomon shifted in his spot, holding off on telling everyone right away. Perhaps he was slightly remorseful, or, the likelier option, he enjoyed building up the drama and suspense while relishing in the fact that he was the more knowledgeable one in this situation. “I had my suspicions before, but I’m nearly certain now.” Solomon’s glowing smile shrank ever so slightly. “The Morningstar house is being protected.” 

Two car doors shut in unison as the humans shuffled out of the car. You sat in the passenger seat, staring at nothing in particular, glancing through the tinted windows to observe Mammon and Levi attempt to push through the small crowd of people congregating in front of their home, making their way to the gate. It seems that the ‘incident’ from earlier had stirred up more people desperate for answers. For attention. Seems that streets being torn up wasn’t quite common in this world. Might as well have been a daily tradition in the Devildom. Curiosity always dragged humans into trouble.

On one hand, staying in here kept you from being observed. On the other hand… Simeon stopped the car for a moment, and despite your hidden admiration for him possessing the talent to control one of these things, you didn’t necessarily feel like sitting next to him alone. To make matters worse, his words didn’t seem to be as cheerful as they had seemed during the picnic. “I trust your performance will improve from now on?” 

“Yes…” Your voice was quiet, monotone, attempting to not allow the prince any hint into what you were feeling. 

Simeon’s fingers drummed on the steering-wheel. “‘Yes’ what? Repeat your new orders, please.” 

You unbuckled the clasp at your hip, allowing the seatbelt to whirl off of you, hitting the door before it slipped up into its proper place. A very mild insight into your frustration. “I will refrain from coming up with plans myself and notify you of anything suspicious.” Perhaps you had gotten ahead of yourself. Coming up with ideas that didn’t make any sense, leaping headfirst into situations without fully planning for the aftermath. Being bold, standing out, making pacts. Thinking that you were some main character in a novel about hope and rebirth or some such nonsense. That’s not what you were here for. It’s not who you were. You were Isolation. Invisible. Someone to fly under the radar. Someone who had failed their duties centuries ago. So why you? Why choose a demon who seemed the least qualified for this job? Sure, Simeon and Solomon seemed convinced you wouldn’t give into temptation, but now you were being berated for not following your instincts? Which was it? Mixed messages all around. Either these two were unaware of their contradictions…or maybe there was something they both weren’t telling you. What did they really want from you?...

“And?” 

Your hand held onto the doorhandle, waiting till this debriefing, this scolding was over with. “I will keep myself in peak condition.” 

Simeon leaned a little back into the seat. “Good. That means proper rest, proper meals, proper care.” Seven hells, he sounded like such a guardian in a strange way. “You are the representative of demons. Even if this plan is only known to a select few, you represent me. I will not have you making us look like fools.” His tone was rough, almost abrasive, each word scraping through your ears and down into your soul. Before you realized you were doing it, you were glancing out of the window, watching Mammon and Levi lingering awkwardly behind the gate, waiting for you to join them. They both glanced worriedly at the car, their lips moving as they discussed things you couldn't hear. Probably about you. Then the mood in the vehicle changed. The air of disappointment and shame twisted unexpectedly. “They’ve changed you.” As you turned your head to focus on Simeon, you found that his face was far too close to yours. He glanced you up and down, taking you in, as if he was seeing you for the first time all over again. “Have the Morningstars really reformed a demon?” No longer was there sternness in his face, but a pleased sort of softness, almost a glow about him. 

The sudden change in his personality threw you off, causing you to stutter a bit before you spoke. “Of course not,” you rebutted quickly. “I did what I needed to to follow your orders, that’s all. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on making pacts with any more of these infuriating insignificant humans. The sooner I’m done with them, the better.” Without excusing yourself, you opened the door and exited the metal carriage. You could’ve sworn you heard a soft laughter inside before the prince drove off. That demon… Was he upset or pleased with you? You weren’t sure you liked either of those options. All you knew is that he seemed to leave you with more questions than answers. 

Cutting through the crowd, you lowered your head, making your way to the gate as fast as possible. Questions were thrown into your face like stones, microphones threatening to jab out an eye. Like always, you felt the presence of lesser demons around you, hiding amongst the common-folk. They knew you were here now. You knew it wouldn’t take much longer before the word got out. Information amongst demons spread like a disease. While the prince was doing his best to keep the program itself a secret, you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole of the Devildom now knew you were with the Morningstars. Perhaps that was why Simeon was being so strict. With every day that passed, the target on your back grew bigger. And with every pact, the more bloodthirsty the others became. Not only the demons…but if Solomon was correct, your own kind was perhaps the least of your worries.

Mammon opened the gate and held the fence out for you to pass through, making sure it was shut and locked tightly behind you all. Subtle growls and hisses from the lesser demons in the crowd flooded your ears. Jealousy, rage, frustration hovered in the air as they watched you freely pass by the barrier they could not. 

“It’s like a jar,” Solomon had said. “A magical barrier to keep demonic entities and energies out. And for you, it’s as if a curious child shoved you inside and forgot to poke holes in the lid to let you breathe.” The analogy had made you scoff, knowing that Solomon himself was similar to that curious child, giving you this amulet to pass the barrier and not telling you that being in the house would drain you of every ounce of vitality. When asked how he knew this, he gave you infuriatingly vague answers, saying it was all mostly ‘just a hunch’. No. He knew about this from the start. 

“Did he chew ya out?” Mammon’s words cut through your thoughts. You raised an eyebrow curiously, not knowing what he was talking about. “Did ya get yelled at,” he translated. 

“Clearly,” you muttered, leaving the two humans behind as you quickly approached the doors to the home. Now that it was brought to your attention, Solomon was right. The air around you felt…dry, in a way. Strained. You’d no longer be able to get your energy back by just breathing in the magic. 

“But I found a curse inside the house. One of the demons cut off the power.” That was part of the reason why you had gotten yourself caught up in the mess in the first place. 

“Imagine if that jar was underwater. The barrier is cracking. Leaking. As of right now, little spells can drip through here and there. But with enough pressure…” Solomon had nodded his head, his finger curled around his chin as he imagined the possibilities. With a rather devilish smirk for an angel, he hummed. “How long before it implodes?” 

Just as you reached out for the door handle, the entrance to the home swung inwards, causing you to stumble forward awkwardly. As if your day couldn’t get embarrassing enough… Hands gripped your shoulders, catching you and setting you straight. You almost felt your feet leave the floor. Impossible… Stepping back, you pulled yourself from the grasp, pleading with yourself and the universe to let it not be Lucifer. 

Luckily for you, the fates had some pity. “My bad. I’m not used to anyone coming home this time of day.” Gluttony took a step back to let you come inside, glancing over your shoulder to see his brothers. He looked a bit taken aback, his eyes scanning over you and Levi and Mammon before flickering exclusively between his siblings. “You all went out? Did something happen?” 

“Why’s somethin’ always gotta happen?” Mammon sighed, almost as if he was insulted. He flashed a smirk as he briskly tugged at Levi’s hoodie strings, the hood over his head tightening shut across his face. The older brother quickly bounded forward as Levi cursed angrily, pulling the fabric back open and straightening it. “We just went out ‘cuz we felt like it!” 

A lie, but if anything, it seemed like Mammon was getting better at it. Beel’s face was rather hard to read. Was he confused? Skeptical? Both? As his eyebrows crunched a little, you were ready for him to say something negative or snarky like all these other humans you met did. “I'm glad to see you two getting along better,” he stated. Kinda threw you for a loop if you were being honest. 

“I wouldn’t call it getting along…” Levi grumbled. 

Mammon made a loud dismissive scoff before settling a hand on his hip. “What about you? Where ya going, Beel? I thought practice was tomorrow? And it’s too early for gym, isn’t it?” 

The other human’s expression fell, and a strange sensation settled in you immediately. It was almost as if… you wanted to lunge, but not in an aggressive way. Wonder what that was… Beel looked down at the floor. “I’m going shopping.” Not something you would imagine many humans had such a negative response to. 

However, Levi seemed more understanding. “Raid the kitchen again?” Beel nodded. “Lucifer find out?” Another nod. “Now he’s making you go out and replenish everything?” Three for three. Levi giggled to himself as he won the mystery game he set up for himself. After the humor died down a little, Levi moved to walk past his brothers, probably intending to head back to his room. 

Before he could, Mammon grabbed the back of Levi’s clothes, yoinking him back so hard you heard Envy choke a bit. “Why don’t we go with ya?” No…you knew where this was heading. Making the same moves as the blue-haired introvert, you took a few steps into the shadows. A hand snaked around your wrist, gripping tightly. The firm hold of a traitor, a turncoat hell-bent on dragging you down into the fires with him. The look in Levi’s eyes screamed, ‘if I have to go, so do you’. 

“Really? But you just got back home.” Beel hardly blinked at the sight of the three of you linked together, struggling against each other’s grasp. Either he was too caught up in his own mind to pay attention, or he was used to this type of shenanery. 

“We don’t have anything planned today! Besides, how long has it been since we’ve hung out with our adorable little brother? Right Levi?” With one firm tug, Mammon pulled the third-oldest to his side, forcing Levi to let you go. A whisper was shared between the two of them, the white-haired human muttering through shut teeth. “A nice selfless gesture like this might get dear old bro off our asses…” Yes, because doing something with an ulterior motive counts as selfless… What sort of humans did you make a pact with again? 

Frustratedly, Levi smacked Greed’s hand off of him, but his shoulders slumped. “I guess…it has been a while. And I suppose someone has to make sure you both don’t buy more than you need to…” 

Your first pact-mate let out a loud whooping noise followed by a prolonged cheer. “Yay, shopping spree! That’s what I like to hear!” Beel watched his older brother with a smile on his face, glad to see Mammon excited and probably pleased to have company. Too pure for his own good, this one. 

A little more color drained from Levi’s face. “Aren’t we just going for groceries?...” 

Before Mammon could respond to that, a loud clattering noise was made in the house, several rapid thuds of running footsteps followed after that. A body rushed over to the top of the stairs, almost sliding as they screeched to a halt. They leaned over the upper banister, pushing their hair out of their face as they kept themselves from unsightly panting. “Did someone say shopping spree?” You blinked as Asmo sprung down the stairs. 

Were you really going to get dragged outside like this? With two extra Morningstars thrown into the mix? You felt faint again…

Good news. Turns out you didn’t have to tag-along with four obnoxious humans. Bad news: you weren’t tagging along with four obnoxious humans. They were gone. All of them. Even Levi, who apparently was more eager to commence with the shopping trip than he let on. As soon as the car toting you all along had parked, it seemed as if they all were swept along by different whirlwinds. Even your two pact-mates got caught up in the feeling of freedom apparently. No house arrest, no crazy digital world, it appeared as if they needed a little break. Honestly, you didn’t feel like stopping them. However, needing to guarantee them all safety while they were separated like this was… stressful to say the least. 

So, you found yourself wandering, attempting to find them to make sure they were hale and whole. You decided on checking the largest store in this strange strip of buildings. The double doors slid open for you without you touching, causing you to jump backwards, making a passerby turn their head in a perplexed manner. You sheepishly shook your head a bit as the human moved forward. How were you supposed to know humans enchanted their doors? As you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ to the polite panels as they shut themselves behind you, you looked up a bit in awe at the store. It was huge. Tall ceilings that towered above your head, huge spinning blades circulating the air across the entire expanse. Aisle upon aisle of shelves. Humans definitely had advanced past simple stalls in humble marketplaces. Bigger, grander, better. More, more, more. This place screamed gluttony. Hopefully Beel was in here then. Although, even if he was, pinpointing him would be the harder part. 

Before you knew it, you found yourself standing in a random aisle, wandering aimlessly. Human packaging was so interesting. All trying so hard to stand out amongst rows of other goods just like it. You were expected to eat like a human now too… “We’ll bring Devildom food once a week to really keep you healthy, but until those points, make sure you’re eating plenty of human food,” Simeon had told you. And after that whole spiel you had given, telling Levi and Mammon how it was essentially worthless to…consume. Means you’d have to eat a lot more than you ever had before. Sounded like a lot of effort… You reached out and picked up a bag of chips off the shelf. It was the same brand of the kind Mammon had given you while you waited for the bus. The ones you denied. Maybe you should…attempt to try them. 

“Oh, you’re here too.” 

It took you a moment to realize that the voice was addressed to you. You raised your head as the figure approached. “There you are,” you sighed a little in relief. At least one thing needed to go your way today. Beel looked entirely unharmed and unbothered, pushing a large cart already overburdened with items, an open bag of some sort of snack settled in a little compartment in front of him. He was snacking on it occasionally, looking around for other goods he might want to add to the collection. 

“I like that brand,” Beel suddenly announced, nodding towards the bag in your hands. “You can put it in the cart if you want so you don’t have to carry it everywhere.” He turned his head to the side, grabbing another large sack of chips and gently placing it on top of everything else. Without thinking much of it, you did as he suggested. “The others leave you?” 

“Huh?” 

“My bothers,” Beel clarified. “You look kinda sad that you’ve been left behind.” 

Air seemed to catch in your throat, your mind blanking entirely for a second. Was he being intentionally so blunt? “I’m not sad. They can do whatever they want, it’s not like I know them very well.” 

This human didn’t combat you, didn’t correct you. He simply nodded. “Yeah, you still haven’t been with us very long, have you? I think this is only the second time I’ve seen you. But it seems like you’ve been with Mammon and Levi a bit, right? They seemed happy to be around you.” A soft smile curled around the human’s lips. “I haven’t seen either of them look like that in a while. I’m really glad they both found a friend.” 

Deny it! Say something! Something inside you was screaming at you to refute these claims, but…for the life of you, you couldn’t do it. This human…was so genuine with you. And the smile…seemed so much like Mammon’s too. Like theirs. Pure. It was uncanny how similar it was. “I guess,” was what you finally came up with. 

The Morningstar seemed to sense your discomfort, so, attempting to mitigate some of the awkwardness, he pushed the cart past you. “Is there anything you need to get while we’re here?” 

You waited for a second before following after him, hands shoved in the pockets of the human clothing you were wearing. “I’m not sure.” Sure, Simeon gave you some funds, enough to support your “life” here, but you had never intended to use any of it. What did humans eat? What did you want? What did you even like anymore?... Could you remember the taste of your favorite food? Did you even have favorites anymore? Those had all been burned away from you. Time had chipped away at your personality until there was little left. You glanced down at the single bag of snacks you’d put in the cart. Beel said he liked them. Tilting your head up a bit, you stared at him for a moment. “What do you like?” 

The question left him frozen for a second, and you wondered if you had broken him. Then, a sort of sparkle shimmered behind his eyes. He began to take you through nearly every aisle, picking out all his favorite snacks, foods, ingredients for meals, desserts, etc. It was enough to make your head spin, but he seemed ecstatic about it. A few things you placed in the cart, a few other things he seemed to snag for you. You both eventually stopped in the baked goods section, Beel staring at the sprinkles and bags of marshmallows fondly, recalling a memory perhaps. “We would make all sorts of things in the kitchen.” Based on his tone, you figured they didn’t make meals as much as they used to. The human seemed to cling to those memories, refusing to let them go. 

You were about to pry your nose a little deeper into the past, but another human walked between the shelves, heading up behind you both. The stranger pointed his hand at the baker's chocolate that you were blocking off. “Pardon me. If I could just grab that behind you two there.” He smiled politely, but you were very aware of his green eyes remaining trained onto you. You took a few steps back and decided to not pursue the subject. You had gotten enough groceries, and you assumed Beel had gathered more than enough to sustain seven humans for a decent while. The two of you walked away, the human leading you to where you were meant to exchange the funds for the merchandise. 

After too much fumbling and confusion, you purchased your portion. Beel coated both of his arms with bags upon bags of food, looking mostly unphased. For a human, he seemed to have impressive strength. Not saying much, you followed him back outside to the car, helping him load the vehicle with your haul. After that…you stood next to him awkwardly. What were you meant to do in this situation? Without Mammon… The car’s lights flashed as the sound of the internal lock clicked open. “You can stay here. I’ll go find my brothers.” With a little flick of his wrist, he tossed a set of keys at you. “You can turn the AC on if you want. That way the ice cream doesn’t melt.” 

You turned the keys around in your hands. From what you knew from Mammon, this was a major sign of trust. “You really trust me with this? You don’t really know me at all.” 

Beel shrugged a little. “Mammon and Levi seem to trust you. That’s good enough for me. I’ll be back.” Before he turned to leave, he came back, opening the passenger side door for you with a small smile on his face. He waited for you to sit inside before shutting the door for you, walking off towards the other stores. You sat back in the seat lazily, sliding down a little and sighing. Guess out of all the humans you could’ve met, he wasn’t the worst. Too trusting though. That would be an issue. Your temple rested against the glass window of the car. What a strange day. 

A flash of light in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Of course, you’d learned by now that the human world was filled with shiny things, so you didn’t expect much. Perhaps it was the eyes-- headlights of one of the various cars in the parking lot. As you turned your gaze, another glare nearly blinded your vision. Blinking away the spots, you managed to see a long cylinder slip back behind the deeply tinted windows of a car parked partially behind the strip of buildings. The window rolled up before the car moved away. A chilling sensation slinked up your spine. What was… 

A hand smacked against the window, causing you to jump. Mammon looked all too pleased with himself for catching you off your game. He held up a few bags in his hands, proud of what he had done. “Hey!” He tugged at the doorhandle and opened the door, a little bit of color flooding his cheeks while you still stared in the direction the car drove off. “So, I figured since you saved Levi and I and all and haven’t been feeling the greatest and all, I might’ve– well, let’s just say I accidentally bought two of the same thing and instead of bothering with a refund, I decided to–” His words caught in his throat, choking on air as you grabbed the front of his shirt and fully pulled him into the car. The passenger side of the car was not well made to fit two people, both of you spilling out of the front seat. Cursing a bit, Mammon flopped into the back. “What?! What is wrong with you?” 

“Tell me, what human thing is cylindrical and flashes? It’s about this big.” You gestured the size with the curve of your hand. “What is it? What’s it meant for? Is it dangerous?” 

“Huh?” Mammon rubbed the back of his head as he caught his bearings. “Like a camera or somethin’? It takes pictures and stuff. Is that it?” 

“Takes pictures?...” So… someone was taking pictures of you? Was that it? Why… who?... 

Mammon noticed the look on your face and cleared his throat a bit. “Listen, not to toot my own horn or nothin’ but I am a model. Paparazzi follows me around sometimes I guess. It might not be anything too dangerous.” His voice sounded hopeful. “Unless you think otherwise…” 

“I don’t know… It was weird… I think they left. Maybe it was nothing.” You rubbed your forehead, letting the stress pass for now. You hadn’t sensed any magic anyway. You tried to look at him in your peripherals. “Don’t leave me alone like that again, got it? It’s not safe for you.” But maybe Simeon and Solomon were right. Nowhere was safe for you either. 

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A Day that Should be Celebrated

Its time to celebrate Lucifer's birthday! I think the date is fitting tbh.

Characters: Lucifer

CW: Angst, Internalized homophobia (from hunter)

Theme: Lucifer's birthday!

Reader: Male reader

A/U: None

Premise: Its time to celebrate Lucifer's birthday!

THIS IS SFW

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Lucifer didn’t really enjoy his birthday. He thought it wasted time and took his attention away from work that needed to be done. So it was to no one’s surprise that he was scowling the whole time. Of course this idea was a collective one with you, the brothers, and Diavolo.

Diavolo did most of the work on distracting Lucifer to keep him out of the House of Lamentation. You and the seven brothers decorated the house in colors and things that Lucifer seemed to enjoy. You took on the baking with Beel and Belphie’s “help”.

Belphie was just sleeping on the counter and Beel was fighting you to eat the batter. Satan had to peel Beel off of you just so you could finish on time. Solomon, Luke, Barbatos, and Simeon came a bit later so as to not cause any suspicion.

Barbatos helped you try to finish most of the dishes while telling Solomon to go do other things that were very important for the party. Simeon joined the others to help set up table decorations and to help lay out the snacks. He had encouraged Luke to join him but Luke wanted to stay with you.

You were glad to have him help with the decorating. Sure having a surprise party was a bit cliche but it was the only way to give Lucifer a birthday party. You all finished just before Lucifer had come back. Diavolo couldn’t keep Lucifer preoccupied for too long because Lucifer was becoming suspicious.

What was he supposed to think with his brothers home alone in the house with each other? Lucifer expected to find the ashes of where his home once stood with his brothers and you outside. However that wasn’t the case, much to Lucifer’s relief.

However he was met with the bright faces of his brothers, you, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, and Luke staring at him with Diavolo by his side. Everyone then surrounded Lucifer, who had a confused face. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCIFER!”

He finally made the connection as to why everyone was here, and why Diavolo was keeping him out of the house. Lucifer was a bit irked. He didn’t really remember his own birthday. He didn’t want to remember it.

Not because there were any bad memories tied to it, but he’s already had so many the day became so bland. You dragged Lucifer to the table and sat him down at the head of the table while everyone else took their seats surrounding him.

He was just going along with everything. It was only because you were there. Without you, and if anyone pulled this he would have been upset. Lucifer was trying to find a reason for why he was okay with it, but he couldn’t find one.

You were lighting the candles, and Lucifer was left to make conversation with Diavolo and his brothers. The candles were arranged to be a rainbow that said ‘Happy Birthday’ on it all because Diavolo took you to the human world to pick up some things and gave you puppy dog eyes until you gave in.

It was really cute though; the candles. Usually the candles would be the age or there would be a set amount on the cake but you didn’t know how old Lucifer was, and assuming he was older than the average human would be a fire hazard.

Everyone was silent as you carried out the cake that you, Barbatos, and Luke all collectively worked on. You started to sing happy birthday and all the guests started to sing along. Lucifer seemed so shocked at the seeming effort put into a day that he didn’t really care about.

But seeing you being illuminated by the flames as you walked over slowly as to not trip, it was enchanting to Lucifer. A soft smile graced his lips as you set the cake in front of him and everyone anticipated for him to blow out the candles.

As he did everyone cheered. Lucifer was a bit irked by the loud noise, but he knew it was all in good faith. They were all happy for him, especially you. He thinks your smile was the best gift for his birthday, and he didn’t expect anything else. However Asmo was really eager to give Lucifer all of the gifts everyone had brought him, and Mammon was ready to see what he could steal.

However you kept Mammon on a tight hypothetical “leash” so he didn’t take anything. Lucifer seemed to enjoy the gifts he was receiving because he would hum after opening each one. However none were what he really wanted.

If there was this party then he might as well want something for his special day. As the festivities went on, Lucifer always had you with him by his side. He would refuse unless you were there with him. There were plenty of party games and such, but most only lasted for a few moments before an argument broke out.

It became a pattern and it was irritating Lucifer. His interest in this party was becoming lower and lower. He had decided to leave the main area and into his room. It took you a bit to realize that Lucifer left your side.

You looked around the main area, as you went unnoticed by the group since they were focused on Asmo and Mammon fighting. Then you walked out into the hallway calling for Lucifer. When you didn’t receive any form of response you walked to the one place he might be.

You walked to the door that opened to Lucifer’s room; he was slouched over his desk working on some paperwork. You walked up to him and hugged his back. You felt him freeze but melt in your embrace. 

“What do you need Y/n?”

He didn’t look up to meet your gaze, still keeping his focus on what he was working on. 

“I wanna know why you left your own party.”

Lucifer sighed. Did you really not understand? Or did you just want him to admit his feelings to you? 

“I think you know why.”

You tried to pretend to think deeply, but you really did know why. But you didn’t say anything, causing Lucifer’s eyes to furrow into a frown. You grabbed his hand and he looked at you confused. He thought you were going to take him back to the party. 

“Where are we going Y/n?”

You looked at him with a soft smile, and brought your other hand to your lips making a ‘shh’ face.

“It’s a secret Lucifer. The walls have ears.”

Lucifer chuckled at the joke, it was true though. He didn’t want his brothers to come and ruin this moment. He craved a moment alone with you. If it were up to him that would be how the party started out. Just you and him spending time together.

You took Lucifer to a small clearing and it was quite late. The stars were shining so bright, it illuminated your features in an enchanting way. He was taken aback by the scenery that complimented you. He felt his heart flutter, which was rare.

This was what he wanted. Truly for his birthday, all Lucifer wanted was a moment like this with you. 

Lucifer did something unexpected. He pulled you in and kissed you deeply. Under the stars it was a romantic scene. As if it were out of a movie. He held your face in his hands, gently.

Lucifer relished in this moment with you. You were blushing deeply. You didn't think Lucifer would do this. Once you two pulled away from the kiss you gave Lucifer a confused look.

"What was that for?"

You're tone was more of a soft surprise. Lucifer held you close as he whispered in your ear.

"It's what I truly wanted for my birthday."

You blushed again feeling flustered. You hugged Lucifer back.

"Happy birthday Luci."

He hummed. You were the only one who could use that nickname without any repercussions. You two just hugged each other for a good five minutes.

The two of you sat on the grass as Lucifer held you close. He didn't want to let you go. You ended up falling asleep on his chest. After a bit, Lucifer picked you up and brought you back to The House of Lamentation.

He noticed how everyone was sleeping in their rooms. He also saw how the house was a mess and made a mental note to have everyone help clean up in the morning.

Lucifer gently placed you down on his bed as he covered you with his jacket. You're sleeping from seemed so cute to him. Lucifer blushed as he turned his gaze to the small stack of paper on his desk.

He sighed. He should be doing his paperwork. However he laid down on his bed holding you close to him again.

"Thank you Y/n, for a wonderful birthday this year. I love you."

Lucifer kissed your head and fell asleep with a soft smile gracing his lips. He was really content with the events of today, even if they weren't how he wanted them to be.

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1 Chronicles 4: History Record Of The Clans Of Judah

1 The descendants of Judah:

Perez, Hezron, Karmi, Hur and Shobal.

2 Reaiah son of Shobal was the father of Jahath, and Jahath the father of Ahumai and Lahad. These were the clans of the Zorathites.

3 These were the sons of Etam:

Jezreel, Ishma and Idbash. Their sister was named Hazzelelponi. 

4 Penuel was the father of Gedor, and Ezer the father of Hushah.

These were the descendants of Hur, the firstborn of Ephrathah and father of Bethlehem.

5 Ashhur the father of Tekoa had two wives, Helah and Naarah.

6 Naarah bore him Ahuzzam, Hepher, Temeni and Haahashtari. These were the descendants of Naarah.

7 The sons of Helah:

Zereth, Zohar, Ethnan, 

8 and Koz, who was the father of Anub and Hazzobebah and of the clans of Aharhel son of Harum.

9 Jabez was more honorable than his brothers. His mother had named him Jabez, saying, “I gave birth to him in pain.” 

10 Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, “Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” And God granted his request.

11 Kelub, Shuhah’s brother, was the father of Mehir, who was the father of Eshton. 

12 Eshton was the father of Beth Rapha, Paseah and Tehinnah the father of Ir Nahash. These were the men of Rekah.

13 The sons of Kenaz:

Othniel and Seraiah.

The sons of Othniel:

Hathath and Meonothai.

14 Meonothai was the father of Ophrah.

Seraiah was the father of Joab,

the father of Ge Harashim. It was called this because its people were skilled workers.

15 The sons of Caleb son of Jephunneh:

Iru, Elah and Naam.

The son of Elah:

Kenaz.

16 The sons of Jehallelel:

Ziph, Ziphah, Tiria and Asarel.

17 The sons of Ezrah:

Jether, Mered, Epher and Jalon. One of Mered’s wives gave birth to Miriam, Shammai and Ishbah the father of Eshtemoa. 

18 (His wife from the tribe of Judah gave birth to Jered the father of Gedor, Heber the father of Soko, and Jekuthiel the father of Zanoah.) These were the children of Pharaoh’s daughter Bithiah, whom Mered had married.

19 The sons of Hodiah’s wife, the sister of Naham:

the father of Keilah the Garmite, and Eshtemoa the Maakathite.

20 The sons of Shimon:

Amnon, Rinnah, Ben-Hanan and Tilon.

The descendants of Ishi:

Zoheth and Ben-Zoheth.

21 The sons of Shelah son of Judah:

Er the father of Lekah, Laadah the father of Mareshah and the clans of the linen workers at Beth Ashbea, 

22 Jokim, the men of Kozeba, and Joash and Saraph, who ruled in Moab and Jashubi Lehem. (These records are from ancient times.) 

23 They were the potters who lived at Netaim and Gederah; they stayed there and worked for the king.

Simeon

24 The descendants of Simeon:

Nemuel, Jamin, Jarib, Zerah and Shaul;

25 Shallum was Shaul’s son, Mibsam his son and Mishma his son.

26 The descendants of Mishma:

Hammuel his son, Zakkur his son and Shimei his son.

27 Shimei had sixteen sons and six daughters, but his brothers did not have many children; so their entire clan did not become as numerous as the people of Judah. 

28 They lived in Beersheba, Moladah, Hazar Shual, 

29 Bilhah, Ezem, Tolad, 30 Bethuel, Hormah, Ziklag, 

31 Beth Markaboth, Hazar Susim, Beth Biri and Shaaraim. These were their towns until the reign of David. 

32 Their surrounding villages were Etam, Ain, Rimmon, Token and Ashan—five towns— 

33 and all the villages around these towns as far as Baalath. These were their settlements. And they kept a genealogical record.

34 Meshobab, Jamlech, Joshah son of Amaziah, 35 Joel, Jehu son of Joshibiah, the son of Seraiah, the son of Asiel, 

36 also Elioenai, Jaakobah, Jeshohaiah, Asaiah, Adiel, Jesimiel, Benaiah, 

37 and Ziza son of Shiphi, the son of Allon, the son of Jedaiah, the son of Shimri, the son of Shemaiah.

38 The men listed above by name were leaders of their clans. Their families increased greatly, 

39 and they went to the outskirts of Gedor to the east of the valley in search of pasture for their flocks.

 40 They found rich, good pasture, and the land was spacious, peaceful and quiet. Some Hamites had lived there formerly.

41 The men whose names were listed came in the days of Hezekiah king of Judah. They attacked the Hamites in their dwellings and also the Meunites who were there and completely destroyed them, as is evident to this day. Then they settled in their place, because there was pasture for their flocks. 

42 And five hundred of these Simeonites, led by Pelatiah, Neariah, Rephaiah and Uzziel, the sons of Ishi, invaded the hill country of Seir. 

43 They killed the remaining Amalekites who had escaped, and they have lived there to this day.

[sweetfire01]

I was going to just show you a piece of the new story, but then I thought "fuck it, I've got all this other stuff in my drafts" so here's the previews of what I have but haven't finish yet (block author maybe? Idk but I swear some of these drafts are much longer on my notes).

His little brother (Michael regress Lucifer)

Michael watched the sleeping figure hidden under the covers that rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing, slow and regular. He was fast asleep, protected, safe in the high ranking archangel's room. Like the prodigal son who, returning to his father's home, was welcomed with open arms, so Lucifer had returned to the Celestial Realm. Forgiven. Everything was as it should be. At least most of it. Lucifer rolled over in his sleep, chains jingling in the silence. He was obviously still a demon, so these precautions had to be taken. Two around the ankles, to prevent him from running; two shorter on his wrists, to limit the use of his hands; and the last one around his throat, tying him to the headboard of the bed. This one gave Michael a lot of pain just to look at, his little brother held back like a dangerous beast. He hoped the process of making him an angel again wouldn't take too long.

Lucifer spanking Mammon

"Ow, Lucifer, don't walk so fast, you're breaking my wrist," Mammon was moaning as he was being dragged by his older brother. "Silence. I don't want to hear another word from you." Lucifer hadn't even turned to look at him, continuing to head towards his bedroom. "What? I thought you missed my voice in these da-" "I. Said. Silence!" The words echoed down the hallway of the house. They both had stopped and now the older one was looking him straight in the eye, menacing. "You will only speak when I say so. Understand?" "…yes, I-" "SILENCE! I didn't tell you you could answer. Just nod. Do you understand?" Mammon gulped and nodded quickly. He was really scared of him. This was not the sadistic Lucifer who enjoyed punishing others. This was…the really pissed off Lucifer. Much more frightening and dangerous.

Ch 2 of Daddy!Diavolo

"It's time to get up, sugar. Open your eyes for Daddy" A voice woke you up form your dreams. Was your dad there? "Ugh…Da…da…" Your mouth feels weird, you couldn't articulate the words well. You snapped your eyes open as you woke wide, just to find Diavolo kneeling in front of the bed. You remembered everything that had happened. The adoring look on his face has you flustered again. "Aww, look at you! Too small to talk huh? Alright, dada loves hearing you babble!" You suddenly realized you had something in your mouth and spat it out - it was a pacifier! The action must have looked extremely adorable to the prince, cooing as he pulled you out of the blankets and crib. You kicked your feet weakly, protesting. "Nooo…God…God…" Dammit! Why did you feel this way? You couldn't speak: your tongue, like the rest of your body, felt strangely heavy. "Oohh, would you rather call me Didi? Then, Didi loves hearing you babble!" He hummed, setting you down on the carpet and taking some stuffies from a basket. "Now that you're all rested, are you ready for some playtime?" You wanted to run away.

A scene for Honora Patrem tuam (I think it will be in 2 chapters)

Simeon's voice echoed through the room, the slow dirge that was burrowing into your ears. Especially when this was the seventh time you listened to it. "…et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen" he looked at you with that condescending look, the one reserved for stupid children who knew nothing, the one you weren't. "Dad told you again. Now, it's your turn. Do you think you can do it alone this time?" A groan escaped your lips. You had been kneeling in this position for almost an hour, your legs were starting to really ache and your head, all confused by the Latin, seemed to explode. The angel gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "I know you're tired, little lamb, and these lessons are too hard for you. But I need you to give it another try, okay?" Another try. You couldn't do it. But you couldn't even really say no to him. He would have taken it as confirmation that you were too young, just a child. And that wasn't what you wanted to hear.

Ch 2 of Touch

"Oh look, RAD Spirit Week is starting in a month. What theme could we use this year? Hm?" he's running his free hand through your hair. "For one day I was thinking something about movies. Could this be fun?". All he gets in response is a simple shrug. "Ooh, don't you like it? So how about Animals? Too trivial maybe?" Still no reaction "Ah, what do you think about a Fairy Tale theme, we could read together some from the human world…" silence "Ahaha, it could be cute, imagine the demon brothers dressed up as princess, I'll definitely have to take some pictures". The brothers. Don't think about them, don't think about them, focus on his hand in your hair "Obviously I won't be able to take you, but you can still help me choosing between the various options. And I'll make sure to take tons of pictures, ok honey?" the kiss on the cheek, the kiss on the cheek, think about that "Hey, is it true that costume parties are very popular in the human world? Have you ever attended any? Maybe you come up with some amazing suggestions" the human world. That's where you can't take it anymore.

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER HDD CH. 2 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | events | ch. 1 | ch. 3

leave it to me to make everything angsty

i'm a mammon shooter til i die

all he wants is to be rich (obv) and appreciated by his brothers :(

it seems as though he feels like they see him as a joke or as someone they can't look up to. like yes he's immature at times and a bit of an airhead but he means well. most of the time. but even still, he's a good big brother. i wish the devs touched on that side of him more, and i wish his brothers expressed their appreciation towards him in a way that isn't immediately followed by either a backhanded compliment or an outright insult

like yes, it's clear they love him and he loves them. but it's gotta be exhausting on both ends, especially if you're on the receiving end and constantly being (sometimes affectionately) shit on as someone who's already doubtful of their significance to their family and friends' lives

i'm lowkey surprised it was just levi and not lucifer there too...maybe it's bc he knows he's lucifer's favorite deep down and doesn't need it to be reiterated in his ideal world

attic club sandwich...get it? cuz you're sandwiched between...but also...

...i'm sorry. moving on

NEVERMIND NO MOVING ON WHY ARE THEY BOOTY BUTTERBALL ASS NAKED ????? i get that beel loves having his titties out but i did nawt need to be jumpscared like that

satan vehemently denying asmo being his favorite brother and then asmo appearing first in his dream world is PEAK sibling shit

i love them

also asmo's little bow having a mix of pink and green in his ideal world ??? reminiscent of asmo painting his nails pink and green for satan irl ???? SOBS the brothers ever

and lucifer also being there :((((

oh baby 😭 him and mams really just want acceptance and the ability to indulge in what makes them happy

"i couldn't be more proud" :((((( he's already proud of you

i wanna kiss him on the forehead and tell him he's doing a great job

PLEASEEEEEE not luci just wants to fuck on peace 😭 are we sure asmo's the avatar of lust bc lucifer is always on demon time (no pun intended)

like he's arguably the horniest out of all of them.

"business as usual" is a CRAZY thing to say when witnessing a dream of propositioning and borderline foreplay in front of your man's brother /hj

fym "hush-hush" ?? horny yandere type shit. doesn't he have any other friends ??? /j

ig sorcerers can be on demon time too. we love to see it

i hate an ass kissing tsundere...BE UPFRONT

it makes me sad that the only interactions we have with them are side stories or hard lessons or devilgram, like just make them a part of the main cast atp. the devs have to know that everyone wants it

my beloved girlfriend giving me advice for a long journey

MAKE HER DATEABLE OR SO HELP ME

oh :(

simeon makes me so sad. so unbelievably sad. i just want him to be happy

ik he regrets not falling with the brothers, and he beats himself up about it constantly. it's why he helped them during the war. i already went on a tangent about his struggle to pick a side before the war here but GOD it still hurts reading this

barbatos' ideal world revolving around diavolo is unsurprising, but also very telling of his character. he's so focused on everything and everyone around him, making sure space-time stays stable, that he doesn't have time to think about anything but that. not even when it pertains to himself and his happiness

barbatos' happiness revolves around fulfilling his duties as butler/subordinate, but also making sure he stays sane long enough to ensure that the instability and semi unpredictability of time itself doesn't prevent diavolo's wishes from coming true

[promptuarium]

LEAH was the wife of Jacob, whose sons were Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, Zebulon, and the girl Dinah. Zilpah, Leah’s slave-girl, bore Gad and Asher. Genesis 29 and 30.

RACHEL was also the wife of Jacob. Her sons were Joseph and Benjamin, who she died giving birth to. Genesis ch. 29, 30, and 35. Bilhah, Rachel’s slave-girl, bore Dan and Naphtali.