#dear lord… satan…. somebody

[ineffableaddiction]

Why do I find this so hot?

Seriously, though… damn.

[ineffableaddiction]

The end…. I can’t…. *sobbing*

Forgot to post here haha

[daytaker]

The Boys Roleplay As Themselves

mammoney: (This is a CLOSED scenario for me and my bros! Y'all can read it if you want to though. I'm gonna kick things off! @Lucifer @L3V1 @stn @AsmoBaby @Beelzeburger @Belphie) 8 ♡ DDSimeon and 7 others

mammoney:  It was 11 PM, and the Devildom was sparkling. Thousands of demons were lined up outside the hottest club south of Antarctica: Mammonteque. At the front of the line stood six of the most powerful, most intimidating, and most attractive demons you’ve ever seen, and even though the club didn’t open until midnight, the bouncer stepped aside and let them in.

“What? That’s so unfair!” shouted the demon behind them. 

But the bouncer shook his head, unmoved. “Orders from the top,” he said. Then, smirking, he added, “Clearly you didn’t recognize those guys. Must be embarrassing for you.”

Inside the club, the demons, who were all dressed in suits with boas, sunglasses, and fedoras, looked around. Just as they expected, this place was opulence itself. Golden fountains spouting gold-flake infused water. A gold disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Even the floor was made of intricately carved gold tiles.

“Obviously, Mammon is even wealthier than last time we stopped by,” said the oldest demon, looking around over his sunglasses. He quickly put them back on because the glow from the gold was too intense for him to handle.

“Wow, I never would have guessed Mammon would be as good at interior design as I am, but he proved me wrong!” said another of the demons. He was wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and a bright pink feather boa, and his fedora was covered in sequins.

Another of the demons was already stuffing his face at the buffet. Luckily, the wily Mammon had seen this coming and installed a machine that pumped out an unlimited supply of cheeseburgers.

“Seeing how successful Mammon is makes me proud to have him for a big brother,” said a demon with blue hair and a Ruri-chan body pillow.

“And speak of the devil,” the oldest said, smiling as he looked over at the entrance. 

A stretch-limousine painted gold pulled up to the front of the club. Demons began to scream and cheer as the door opened. Out stepped Mammon, who looked even more handsome than usual. You-Know-Who was clinging to his arm, staring up at him like he was the greatest being in all three worlds.  6 ♡ AsmoBaby and 5 others

stn: As Mammon approached the entrance to his club, the six demons in attendance greeted him with the coolness one might expect from Hell’s most corrupt oligarchs. The identities of these demons were as follows:

Lucifer: former angel, Avatar of Pride, traitor to the Celestial Realm, now the right-hand demon to and a massive simp for Diavolo: former ruler of the Devildom; magnanimous and crafty, with a tendency to act far stupider than he truly is Leviathan: gamer, miserable to be out in public, suffering a migraine and angry that he’s missing the latest episode of his favorite magical girl anime Asmodeus: party devil, narcissist, and self-proclaimed cutest demon in the Devildom Beelzebub: gluttonous gym rat with a heart of gold and a stomach of lead, and Belphegor: who was asleep.

Mammon himself was the Avatar of Greed, and as such, he lacked any ability to control his need to amass material wealth. This being the case, he had recently upset the political order of the Devildom with a massive coup, ousting the far more competent Diavolo from autocratic power in favor of the corrupt cabal now gathered together in this gaudy anteroom.

Mammon looked at his guests while You-Know-Who wandered off, searching for somewhere, anywhere, that didn’t hurt to look at.

“Somebody’s missin’,” observed the club owner.

“A very astute observation, Young Master,” said Mammon’s butler, Barbatos, condescendingly. He had come with the deed to the Demon Lord’s castle. “You may have forgotten, but your dear brother Satan declined your offer to participate in your sham of a government, citing the proven incompetence of yourself and your brothers as the reason.”

“Oh, right,” Mammon said with chagrin. “Damn that Satan, always stickin’ to his principles instead of sellin’ out like the rest of us clowns. Hey, where’d You-Know-Who go?”

“Ah,” said Barbatos with the nod of a man forced to act as the bearer of bad news. “That noble personage appears to have fled. It seems your company became too odious to tolerate.”

“That can only mean one thing,” Mammon said, his eyes widening as the realization struck him. “You-Know-Who ran off to find Satan, since he’s obviously the better catch.” 2 ♡ LordDiavolo and Belphie

L3V1: Or so he thought. Little did Mammon realize that You-Know-Who wasn’t remotely interested in Satan. Instead, the unassuming third-born got a message on his DDD. Stealing away from the crowd, he opened up the text. It read:

“Levi, I think you know who this is. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long. But you know it was always you. Come find me where we shared our first kiss.”

mammoney: (What the hell do you mean your first kiss???) 4 ♡ Belphie and 3 others

L3V1: (I didn’t interrupt you, asshole!)

Levi gripped his DDD with newfound resolve. He had no interest in the political machinations of his brothers and Diavolo. That part of the plot was boring and honestly too high stakes for what was supposed to be a story about a nightclub. So, slipping away from the others, Levi sneaked out through the back exit and ran for the field of flowers where he and You-Know-Who had shared a few stolen moments of tenderness. 1 ♡ LordDiavolo

Belphie: Poor Levi. He didn’t even realize that the text was sent by Solomon, who was out to troll him. As Leviathan ran off to meet with his only true love (the bitter feeling of disappointment), the youngest of the brothers yawned and looked around, assessing the situation. 

He was at a luxurious club, owned and operated by his scummy brother Mammon. He was in the company of his brothers, minus Satan and now Levi, and Diavolo and Barbatos were there too. You-Know-Who might have been there for a minute or two, but they were long gone by now, and there were hundreds of screaming demons in line, hoping for entrance to the club.

“Maybe we should have our political talks somewhere less noisy,” Belphie suggested. It was a very reasonable suggestion, so none of the other demons could really argue with him.

The seven demons piled into the golden limo outside the entrance and drove away to a less obnoxious scene. 2 ♡ stn and Beelzeburger

AsmoBaby: Except, oh no!!! The limo ran over a bunch of tacks and the tires deflated before they could get very far from the club! They had no choice but to come back. Besides, Asmodeus hadn’t gotten the chance to greet the crowds, and who knows what kind of chaos it would cause if the people learned their idol had left without offering them so much as a wave and heart fingers?

“Asmo! Asmo! Asmo!” chanted the crowd as the demons climbed back out of the limo.

“Hello, everyone!” cried Asmo with an adorable grin, waving back to the demons. They cheered more wildly than ever! Some of them even fainted when he made heart fingers. Demons all over were pulling out their DDDs and snapping photos of the most beautiful demon to ever walk the streets of hell. 2 ♡ LordDiavolo and mammoney

Beelzeburger: Beelzebub was still eating at the unlimited cheeseburger machine. He was enjoying himself. Every time I swallowed a cheeseburger, another one appeared in my hands and I ate that one too. They had relish and pickles and tomatoes and onions and mustard and ketchup on them, and I drooled just thinking about it. But not for long, because I didn’t have to think about it for more than a second or two before another cheeseburger materialized in my hands. I kept eating the cheeseburgers for the rest of the night and well into the morning. 1 ♡ Belphie

mammoney: (Beel, this was supposed to be in the third person!) 1 ♡ L3V1

Beelzeburger: (Oh, right. Sorry. I got a little caught up in my character.) 1 ♡ Belphie

monSOLO: After pulling that prank on Levi, Solomon met up with You-Know-Who at their planned rendezvous point. 

“It looks like the Devildom is entering some pretty politically tumultuous waters,” Solomon said with a chuckle. “Perhaps we’d be better off returning to the human world for the time being.”

Having agreed to this, Solomon and You-Know-Who clasped hands and vanished from the Devildom for at least the next six months or so.

mammoney: (??? What? This was a brothers only event!)

monSOLO: :) 

mammoney: (I’m retconning that whole bit. Somebody else go while I figure out how to delete it.) 1 ♡ stn

stn: Meanwhile, at the House of Lamentation…

Satan assessed the political machinations of his brothers as logically as he could. He knew that Mammon had no real interest in power; he wanted the glamor, not the responsibility. So who could possibly be the mastermind behind the acquisition of power by the second born?

It was all too obvious.

Lucifer had been playing everyone for fools–the contract lawyers of the Devildom, his brothers, even Lord Diavolo himself. Only Satan, ever wary of Lucifer’s intentions, was able to see past his lies.

Gathering together the power of all thirty-nine of his cat familiars, Satan stood at the window facing the Mammonteque club and uttered a curse so foul and forbidden that I dare not repeat it here. And at the nightclub several miles away, Lucifer dropped to the ground, an empty husk. 2 ♡ Belphie and L3V1

Belphie: “Lucifer, no!” cried Diavolo. Giant tears flooded down his face as he clutched the body of his beloved advisor and probable traitor.

“Rip,” said Levi, who had returned to the club after realizing no one was waiting for him at the field of flowers. “Rest in pieces, big bro.”

“Who could have done this?” sobbed Lord Diavolo.

“I have no idea,” said Belphie, who had an idea. But he wasn’t about to sell out his fellow Anti-Luciferian. 2 ♡ Beelzeburger and stn

Lucifer: How long do you intend to embarrass yourselves like this?

AsmoBaby: (OOC comments are in brackets, Lucifer~) 3 ♡ Belphie and 2 others

Lucifer:  Why have I been killed off after being implicated as the mastermind behind a coup to remove Lord Diavolo from power?

Belphie:  (¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 2 ♡ stn and monSOLO

stn: (I didn’t realize creativity was forbidden in this home.)

stn: (I suppose it’s my own fault for not assuming my writing would face unfair censorship.) 1 ♡ AsmoBaby

mammoney: (Okay, listen, I’ve been real tolerant of you all bunglin’ around and makin’ this whole damn activity a laughing stock, EVEN after I went out of my way to make all your characters look cool, but Lucifer, are you really gonna torch this whole thing just because of somethin’ like that?) 4 ♡ L3V1 and 3 others

Lucifer: A one month ban from Devilgram for all of you seems like a reasonable punishment. 1 ♡ monSOLO

Belphie: Are you serious?

AsmoBaby: This is so unfair! I didn’t even write any of the seditious stuff! 1 ♡ Beelzeburger

L3V1: Lmao I hate this family… 3 ♡ stn and 2 others

stn: @Belphie, would you meet me in the observatory? I have something I’d like to discuss with you. 1 ♡ Belphie

Lucifer: If I catch any of you on Devilgram within the next thirty days, I will suspend your account indefinitely. @mammoney @L3V1 @stn @AsmoBaby @Beelzeburger @Belphie 1 ♡ monSOLO

LordDiavolo: What a shame. I was enjoying the story.

(Cross-posted on AO3.)

[inconsistentwriting]

Daylight

Warning: Spoilers of Nightbringer. In the mood for some NB angst. GN!reader x Lucifer. English is not my first language.

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The end of another exhausting day as the brothers’ assistant. Lucifer had dismissed you quite late tonight. You were saying your goodbyes when you passed the music room. Something pushed you to go in and sit in the small bench in front of the piano. The memories started flowing and pouring over you. All those nights playing that same instrument for the brothers. Playing in the background for Satan as he read his favorite novels. Teaching Levi how to play his favorite openings. Lulling Belphie to sleep while his twin looked at you with adoration. The way Mammon and Asmo always found their way there while you practiced. The countless nights playing for Lucifer when he wasn’t feeling like himself, neither of you saying anything, a mutual and wordless agreement. Absentmindedly you started to pay the melody you used to play to Lucifer. You don’t know for how long you had been playing or when the the demon with those silky black wings had placed himself in the doorframe until he called your name.

-”I thought I said you could go home.”

-”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome. I’ll get going.”

-”Wait. What is that melody?”

-”Oh, it’s a song I used to play for someone I held very dear.”

-”Used to? What happened?”

Your mind went back to the day you were taken from them all. Your eyes swelled with tears as you remember the fight you’ve had with Lucifer. The things said by both of you, you don’t even want to think on how he must be feeling with your disappearance.

-”We fought. I say nasty things and he did too. And now I can’t take them back, no matter how hard I‘ve been trying.”

-”He must be a fool for being mad at you. You have been nothing but patient and caring with my brothers and me.”

-”It’s not his fault. The world just decided we must suffer being apart from each other for a while. Maybe it’s just trying to teach me a lesson.”

The tears that stained your face made Lucifer’s heart feel heavy. Why was he feeling so bad? Why was his heart weeping? He’d never admit it, but everything in him was telling to run to you and to catch you in his arms, to tell you he would never let you suffer like that. Instead, he asked a single question.

-”Could you play it for me? I’d love to hear the entirety of it.”

-”Of course. Whatever you wish.”

Once again you sat next to the piano and let your fingers move slowly to the sound of the song. You started to sing the lyrics under Lucifer’s careful gaze.

-”Telling myself I won’t go there

Oh, but I know that I won’t care

Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt

His lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer 

Souls tied intertwined by pride and guilt.”

The words of your song struck a chord inside of Lucifer. The lyrics seemed crafted for him, he felt it deep inside of his chest.

-”There’s darkness in the distance

from the way that I’ve been living

but I know I can’t resist it.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and i drink the poison from the same vine.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.”

It clicked on Lucifer’s mind. By the way you were playing, by the tone in your voice, by the history you gave him. This was a love song. A love song between you and somebody else. Someone stupid enough to allow himself to loose you. He felt a lot of things, pity for the idiot who couldn’t realise what he had, jealousy for the fact that even after all you were still looking back, longing for you.

-”Telling myself it’s the last time

Can you spare any mercy that you might find?

If I’m down on my knees again.

Deep down, way down, lord I try

Try to follow your light but it’s nighttime

Please don’t leave me in the end.”

The words touched something so deeply buried. Those words felt so very his. It was like those lyrics had been born from his deepest core. It shook him, it frightened him, it comforted him.

-”There’s darkness in the distance.

I’m begging for forgiveness

But I know I might resist it.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time 

You and I drink the poison from the same vine.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time.”

The final note hanged in the air for a second, and it felt like an eternity when your eyes met Lucifer’s. There was something in his red hues, something that reminded you of your Lucifer, something that wasn’t there before. 

-”It looks like whoever this song is for is deeply adored by you.”

-”He is. He is one of the most important people in the world to me. I love him with everything I have. I actually risked my life for him, because of how much I loved him.”

Lucifer felt the weight of your words in his heart. Deep inside he knew what it meant, he wanted to be that man, he was jealous of that unknown individual who had stolen your heart. He wanted to be the person you loved with that abandon, but he couldn’t.

-”It’s been a very long day MC, go home and rest. I’ll need you on your best moment tomorrow.”

You knew him like the palm of your hand. He kept quiet but his body speaked a million words. You could see how he swallowed a little harder as before saying those words, trying to hold back his tongue. You saw the way his eyes looked at you. You knew him so well, even this far back, he was still the demon you fell for.

-”You are right. I’ll see you tomorrow Lucifer, rest well.”

But you were just like him. His sin shinned in your eyes, the pride too strong for you to admit how much you missed him.

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I apologize for the emotional distress this might have caused. It's just one of those nights.

[shesholy]

mixtape : travisty

𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘠 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘠𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛 .

power over me by dermot kennedy .

" everything i hold dear resides in those eyes "

" it was all in doubt , they were all around . so we hide away and never tell . you decide , if darkness knows you well . that lesson of love , all that it was "

" you got that power over me "

jealous by labrinth .

" i'm jealous of the rain , that falls upon your skin . it's closer than my hands have been , i'm jealous of the rain "

" it's hard for me to say , i'm jealous of the way you're happy without me "

"i'm jealous of the nights , that i don't spend with you . i'm wondering who you lay next to . "

ferrari by the neighborhood .

" i met her at church but she could be satan "

" you and i are two ocean's apart . we're on earth to break each other's hearts in two "

" and don't tell me about mistakes and make the same ones i have made before "

the night we met by lord huron .

" take me back to the night we met and then i can tell myself what the hell i'm supposed to do "

" i had all and then most of you , some and now none of you "

" i don't know what i'm supposed to do , haunted by the ghost of you "

sombody's problem by morgan wallen .

" she's sombody's problem , somebody's goodbye ... somebody's best day , somebody's worst night "

" she's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's about to be mine "

" kinda girl once you've had her you can't stand to lose her "

( @rxscss )

[shammah8]

"As a result, it has become clear throughout the whole palace guard and to everyone else that I am in chains for Christ."

Philippians 1:13

IN CHAINS FOR CHRIST

Authorities in Afghanistan arrested Said Musa on the 31st of May 2010, days after the local TV station broadcast images of Afghan Christians being baptised and worshipping the Lord. A Christian for eight years, he is married and the father of six. Before release from prison he wrote:

Hello my dear brothers and sisters, lovely and strong in faith. On Saturday I went to court, but my session was not held. I then met two people. I became very happy when they introduced themselves [as my] defence attorneys…I immediately felt joy in my heart, like somebody gave me comfort, like stars, like lights. I one hundred present believe it was the Holy Spirit healing my heart.

On Thursday some high officials came from the Attorney General’s office. They asked me, “What is your name?” I introduced myself to them. After that they asked me, “Are you truly a Christian?” I replied to them, I am one hundred present Christian. I believe in the Son of God Almighty, He is my Saviour and Lord. I told them the only way to come to God is to have faith in Jesus Christ, He’s the way, He’s eternal life, He’s truth, He’s love, He’s really God.

After that they asked me, “What is wrong with being a Muslim that you converted to the Christian religion?” I told them, it’s the plan of God. God chose his people to complete his work on the earth. Muslim is not bad. The Christian people are never against any religion in the world. Our fight is just with Satan. We love our enemies, like ourselves. They joked and mocked me. “You want to make us Christians now?”

Today a new person came. He asked me, “Why do you not accept Islam; why is this religion better?” I replied to him, the golden thing is this, love your enemy as yourself. In which religion do you find this word? Just in Christianity.

He told me, “You know your punishment. It’s death.” I told him, I am one hundred present ready for the sake of my faith. My Saviour gave His life for me. I am not afraid of a human; he just kills my body, but does not hurt my soul. I am afraid of my Lord and Saviour; He will be able to punish my soul too. I told him I am holding on to my faith. I will never betray my faith. Without Jesus, what does the life in this world or the afterlife mean? Nothing!

Response

Today I will pray for those like Said Musa who are truly in prison for their faith.

Prayer

Lord, may I have the strength and courage to confess You even under severe pressure.

© 2013 Open Doors International. Used by permission

[fearandhatred]

as a christian who has been told in church not to say "oh my god" and the like i have thought about this on MANY occasions. one day i sat down and tried to make sense of it and it did make sense to me. however i don't remember why it made sense so welcome to leanne's almost-4-am thought dump meta on this

okay so "oh my god" is blasphemous to christians because you can't use the name of the lord in vain. so although it's widely considered an exclamation it is also kind of a curse for christians (and also aziraphale). for crowley it would be the other way around—it would be blasphemous for him to say something like "satan's sake" too but it would be his version of an exclamation.

although "satan's sake" for angels would i guess also be blasphemous, like how christians shouldn't be saying "what the hell", so basically no one can say anything lmfao. in light of this i think it's more of what they would naturally resort to. for example literally no one says "satan's sake", but i would assume that it's the default exclamation for demons. and then it would make sense as to why crowley always stumbles on this ("for god's—satan's—somebody's sake") because he doesn't fully subscribe to what being a demon entails.

i would think there's also the added layer of them being ethereal/occult so maybe the words have additional weight or just feel bad on the tongue, which may be why crowley gags a little after he says "for god's sake".

honestly i wouldn't consider “oh god” to be the same as “oh my god” because although it's also an exclamation, it's usually used during more negative times like in despair or sorrow idk. more along the lines of "dear god" which is more like a prayer than a mindless exclamation/curse. so i would still consider it a slip up that crowley said it in the final fifteen in his mental state

Had anyone ever written meta/made a breakdown of the "rules" of occult vs ethereal cursing in Good Omens universe? For example saying "oh my god" or "Satan's sake."

Like I see a lot of fuss about Crowley "slipping up" and saying "oh God" in the final 15...but isn't oh my God blasphemy?

[yamanorakuen]

Obey Me! Side characters meeting MC's desceased loved one

This is the second part of a request I got. I'm not sure if the person wanted a side characters' version but I like writing them to here I go again!

I hope these don't come across as disrespectful in any way. That is not my intention in the slightest. The same warnings apply as before.

TW: mentions of death, causes of death, meantions of drugs.. Nothing too graphic though.

[Brothers' vers.] HERE

You were eating dinner with Diavolo, just gazing at each other lovingly while occasionally remembering to take a bite out of your meals.

You were very much in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but Diavolo already knew what he wanted your future together to hold. And what Diavolo wants, that he gets.

So, while you were chewing onto your food, Diavolo spoke up.

"I want to talk to your parents. I want to ask for their permission to court and marry you." Diavolo stated non-chalantly, as if he hadn't just dropped a huge bomb onto your head. You nearly choked on your food at his comment.

"You want.. What?!" You asked after managing to swallow the food you were eating. Your face was red, either from blushing or nearly choking to death.

Diavolo just chucked at your reaction, finding it rather amusing, "You heard me right. I want to talk to your parents about my plans to marry you."

You thought about it for a moment, trying to compose yourself. Diavolo, the literal prince of Devildom, had just spoken up about his intentions to marry you, a measely human.

"There might be.. One problem.." You mumbled quietly, not daring to meet Diavolo's eyes.

"What is it, dear? I'm sure I can fix it." Diavolo promised you, reaching out to take your hand, squeezing it.

"My mom.. She's dead." you sighed, your eyes filling up with tears as your own words felt like an arrow piercing your heart.

"Oh.." Diavolo gasped, surprised, "I'm so sorry for your loss.. What about your father, then?" Diavolo continued to question you. You shook your head.

"It's been my mom and I since I was born. My father didn't stick around." you admitted, looking down at your lap.

Diavolo stayed quiet for a moment, "That is alright. I just wanted to be proper and introduce myself, but.. We don't need anyone's permission to get married." Diavolo quickly got himself together and stated with a hearty laugh. You smiled at your lap, still feeling Diavolo's warm and big hand interlaced with yours.

That vey same night after you had left the castle, Diavolo decided to take matters into his own hands. He wouldn't be able to bring your mother back to life, no, but he if anyone would be able to reach out to her for a little talk. He was the crown prince of demons after all.

Summoning the dead wasn't too difficult for him, and in no time your mother was in the same room with him, still recovering from the sudden disturbance and teleportation.

"Where.. Where am I?" she questioned, blinking rapidly and looking around with widened eyes.

"You're in the Demon Lord's castle, ma'am." Diavolo explained with a gregarious smile.

"I'm.. in Hell?!" the woman suddenly panicked, looking around for an exit. But Diavolo's reflexes were faster than hers and he quickly took the woman by her wrist.

"You needn't fret. Your stay here is temporary and you will be sent back after you've heard me out," he assured her, trying to appear kind, but fear and intimidation was still evident in the woman's eyes, "My name is Diavolo. I'm the future ruler of Devildom."

"S-So you're Satan?" the woman questioned, confused.

"No. Satan is somebody else. You humans do seem to have many misconceptions of demons.." Diavolo let out a drawn out sigh with an amused grin, having heard that many people believe Satan to be the rightful ruler of Hell.

"W-What do you want from me? My soul? Is that it?" the woman questioned, still doubtful.

"Nothing like that. I just wanted to talk to you. You see, I've found myself quite enamoured by your child." Diavolo stayed patient with your mother, not wanting to scare or hurt her.

"My child?! Is MC in Hell?! What are they doing here? Send them home!" your mother shrieked, panic setting in again.

"Ah, well, they partook in my exchange program to help unite the three realms. They were one of our human students we housed. It was not my original plan to fall for them, but I just found myself unable to stay away from them." Diavolo explained.

"So what you are saying is.. You kidnapped my child, forced them to go to your school and NOW you are absolutely obsessed with them?" the woman accused, growing angry.

"No that's not it.. Quite. They came and stayed here by their own free will. They have befriended many demons and angels alike and are well looked after. And I'm not obsessed with them, I just love them." Diavolo tried to convince your mother that his intetions were good.

The woman looked at Diavolo with a hardened expression, "So why was I needed here? Is my child alright?" she finally relented.

"They're perfectly fine. I summoned you here, because, well..." Diavolo took a deep breath; this first meeting had been very bumpy, but he had to take his chances, "I'm planning to properly court and marry your child and I was wishing to ask you for your permission to do so."

The woman's eyes were as big as saucers, her mouth slighly ajar at the revelation, "A demon wants to marry... My child?" she repeated Diavolo's words in disbelief.

"Yes. More than anything. I've never felt this way towards anyone else," Diavolo nodded with a serious expression on his face, "Moreover, your child would have everything they'd ever need or want. I can provide them with anything their heart desires."

"But what if their heart desires to bring me back to life?" the woman asked. That question made Diavolo freeze up. Bringing back the dead was one of the only things that were out of his limits. Not without huge sacrifices at least. Sacrifices that could lead to disturbances and uprisings in all three realms.

"I am sorry.. But I fear that might be out of my bounds." Diavolo hung his head low, feeling defeated.

But to his surprise, your mom reached out to lay her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, "I was just testing you. To see your true intentions. I had a feeling it wouldn't be possible, so I was trying to see if you would either lie.. Or promise to go so far there's no point of return." she assured him with a calming tone.

"So did I pass your test?" Diavolo questioned, looking deep into your mother's eyes again.

She nodded, "Yes, you did. You.. Have my blessings to go forward with your plan. I don't have much choice either way, do I? I'm dead and my child is perfectly capable to make their own decisions. And if they choose to marry you, well, I'm happy for them." and for the first the, the woman smiled.

Diavolo crushed the woman into a tight bear hug, "Thank you so much!" he laughed in pure joy, relieved and ecstatic that she had said yes.

"You're welcome.. My son." your mother called him her son endearingly, as a sign that he's now part of their family. Just the simple word made Diavolo's heart flutter.

Later, when he had already sent your mother back, he kept repeating that word in his head. Son.. He didn't remember his mother, so having someone like her call him her son made him extremely happy and wondering if this is what it felt like to have a mother, even if in reality she was his mother-in-law and dead.

Barbatos wasn't allowed to meddle with the timelines per his Young Master's request. Neither did he really have any real interest to do so; it was much more entertaining to see how things would work out without him controlling the narrative.

Even with his powers and high position in society there were many things out of his control; like the attraction he felt towards you. It is something unspoken, new and unfamiliar to him, but he welcomes this change from the neverchaning stream of events that his ordinary life so far has been filled with.

Sometimes when he had some time to spare, he liked to get to know you better; not by talking to you, but by gazing at your past. Seeing you grow up from a tiny human child into the person you are today has been truly magnificient, especially since Barbatos has never been a child himself.

One scene captivated is attention more than anything else; you visiting an old man every Friday, sitting on his knee, showing off your drawings, telling stories and playing pretend with the smiling old man.

It was truly an endearing scene; the chidlike wonder in your eyes, the gentle look that the man, presumably your grandfather, gave you as you babbled on.

So one time after you had left your grandfather's house, he decided to pay himself a little visit, rebelling against Diavolo's orders. He wanted to meet the man you seemed to carry so much love towards.

Your grandfather was sitting on an armchair, next to a grandfather clock as Barbatos appeared on the armchair next to him.

"Hello, mister. Are you perhaps MC's grandfather?" Barbatos asked politely. The old man turned to look at his, his eyes wide.

"Who are you? Have you come to claim my soul?" he questioned, a hint of worry in his eyes. Barbatos kept his calm demeanor.

"Nothing of that sort. I apologize if I scared you. My name is Barbatos and I am the keeper of time and space." Barbatos introduced himself.

"I am MC's grandfather, yes. What do you mean by... Keeper of time and space?" your grandfather requested some much needed clarification.

Barbatos kept quiet for a moment, thinking whether it was safe to explain that to the old man. After a moment of thinking he decided to indulge the man, knowing he wouldn't be around to tell the story many years longer, "I keep track of timelines and might interfere with them if so needed. I'm really not from your time or space, but just found myself intrigued by your presence and influence on little MC."

"How do you know my little MC?" your grandfather questions, raising an eyebrow.

" We're..." Barbatos thought about how to describe your relationship for a moment, "From the same circle." He finally stated, not wanting to use the word friend without your consent, especially knowing how he feels towards you without you knowing about it.

"Well, they must be special to you, seeing you came here for them just to talk to me." the old man laughed, leaving Barbatos slightly flustered on the inside, not that you could see it from his face, "But how do I know you're not lying to me? What year is it in your time?" the man challenges Babratos.

"In human world years it's 2022, sir." Barbatos replied impeccably.

"Hmm.. As far as I know, it's 2007. Well, what kind of major world events take place between 2007-2022?" the old man nodded his head slowly, taking in the answer and trying to wrap his head around Barbatos' answer.

Babratos begins to tell about the pandemic, differets wars and conflicts that have taken place, about terrorist attacks and the financial crisis of 2007-2008.

"Very well.. I guess I'll have to wait and see whether your predictions come true." your grandfather looked thoughtfully at his hands, "Can you tell me something about my death?"

Barbatos falls silent. Of course he has seen it. He has watched that scene more than once. The old man, now living and healthy, will be connected to many tubes and machines in a hospital as a sobbing MC sits by his bed, holding his hand and asking him to stay for a bit longer. He had seen when the old man got his diagnosis. He had seen his health slowly deteriorating. He had seen his funeral. He knew the day, the hour, even the second of his passing. But some things should stay secret, at least to humans in his mind.

"Do you really wish to know?" Barbatos questions the man, a shadow falling over his eyes as he looked at the man expectantly. Your grandpa pressed his back against the arm chair, looking slightly worried.

"I.. I don't think I want to, no." he shook his head with a sigh, tapping the armrest of his chair.

"Thought so. Stop worrying about your time running out and just enjoy the moments you have left," Barbatos said with a small smile, "Do you believe me now?"

"I suppose so... My friends are not going to believe their ears when I tell them this one!" the old man quickly recovered, turning back into his cheerful self.

"There is one request I would like to ask of you," Barbatos muttered and fished a intricate pocket watch out of his pocket, "Can you give this to MC? It is nothing dangerous or special, it is just a regular watch."

Your grandfather took the watch and inspected it closer. It had a rather regal looking engravings, accompanied by a fancy cursive 'B' and a teacup charm attached to it.

"Their birthday is coming up. Perhaps this could be a part of their birthday gift? I am positive they will cherish it alongside with the other presents you might give them as they come from their beloved grandfather." Barbatos explained even further, wanting to make sure you will receive his little gift.

The old man stays quiet for a while longer before nodding, "I'll do that." he promised after his small hesitation. Barbatos' smile widened.

"Thank you," Barbatos thanked the man before standing up and dusting off his clothes, "I need to head off. I might be needed elsewhere. Thank you for your time. Don't forget to live and enjoy the ride." Barbatos bowed to the man before teleporting him back to the current day timeline.

For the rest of the day, he had been smiling to himself, proud to think that you had maybe been carrying a piece of him with you ever since your birthday back then.

Suddenly his phone pinged and he saw that he had received a message from you. You had written: 'I just found this old pocket watch I got from my grandfather when I was a child and it reminded me of you! Isn't that a fun coincidence?'

What a fun coincidence indeed, dear MC.

Simeon was visiting the human world as he was ordered to do so by Michael. He apparently had to gather some information on the recent events in the human world and write them down.

Everthing was going well and Simeon had written down a lot of new information on the human world when he became.. Distracted.

There was a book fair in the city he was staying at and Simeon could not NOT visit that as an author himself.

Maybe he'd find some new interesting human world books and meet some human authors.

The book fair was a hit! Simeon talked with plenty of cool authors, got to buy so many books and even saw TSL being marketed there. He loved talking about the series with strangers who didn't know that he was the author of it.

Anyway, one seminar being held there that was about an author that had passed away a few years prior. He decided to enter the seminar, having not heard about his books before.

Weird.. This man shared his last name with you. Must be a common surname in this country, eh?

He saw pictures of the man on the screen. He seemed like a kind man. But wait.. He saw a man exactly like him sitting in the crowd, listening to the seminar with a curious smile.

No one else seemed to notice him though.

So Simeon decided to take action. He changed his seats, walking up the the man, "Is this seat taken?" he questioned politely. The man turned to look at him with a shaken expression.

"No.." he mumbled in shock and Simeon nodded, sitting down next to him, "You can see me?" the man asked in disbelief as Simeon nodded, "You can't be a human, right?"

Simeon smiled mysteriously, "Perhaps I'm not. But I don't think you're alive either, so what are you doing here?" he turned the question around.

"Well, I just wanted to see what they were talking about me. I've always had a curious mind, you see." he chuckled, studying Simeon intently.

"I am an author myself and I'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright?" Simeon asked for the man's permission to question him further.

"The floor is yours." the man nodded with a smile.

"I've recently been hitting kind of a writer's block.. What inspired you to write your books?" Simeon asked his first question.

"Good question.." the man rubbed his chin in deep thought, "Dreams. Life events. Love. One of my best selling books' main character was actually inspired by a person I knew, my niece/nephew. I base many of my characters on people I know."

"Oh, I do that too!" Simeon chuckled, thinking back at the demon brothers. Maybe he should start including MC and Solomon to his books, too, "Do you think the book sold well because of the main character?"

"Well, at least partially. MC has always been a very relatable person.. I've gotten plenty of comments about how my readers really related to them and loved the way they spoke and acted in my book." the author explained and Simeon froze at hearing that name.

"MC? As in MC *last name*?" He tried to clear the situation up.

"Yes, that's the name of my niece/nephew. Do you happen to know them?" the author asked and Simeon started to piece the puzzle pieces together. If this man was calling you his niece/nephew, that meant that this man was your uncle, right?

"Yes, we're.. Friends." Simeon answered, his cheeks slightly reddening. You might be a little more than friends or at least he had more deeper feelings towards you than that of a friend, but... He just couldn't admit that to your UNCLE.

"Ah, what a coincidence. I wonder what kind of crowd my niece/nephew has gotten into, seeing they have befriended someone not quite human.." he japped at Simeon with a teasing tone.

Simeon bit his tongue, trying not to explain to him that his darling niece/nephew has befriended demons and angels, "so what was that book about?" he changed the subject quickly.

"The main character was chosen as an exchange student. But that school was not just any school - it was a school with students from three different species - vampires, werewolves and humans. Previously this three species had hated each other - humans tried to stake vampires, vampires had a natural and instinctual hatred towards werewolves and werewolves mauled human villages and houses during the full moon. It was all up to the main character to get these species to see past their differences and work together." the man told the plot of his best selling book to Simeon.

Simeon couldn't help but smile, noticing some funny parallels.. Exchange students, three species, one human to connect them all together? Sounds all too familiar to him.

"You said you were an author too? And that you were suffering with a writer's block, yes?" the man suddenly asked, a serious look on his face.

"Yes..?" Simeon nodded, not quite catching onto what the ghost was after.

"I never managed to finish one of my manuscripts.. It's actually meant to be a sequel to the book I just described to you.. If you feel up to the challenge, could you finish writing that book for me and publish it posthomously? You could donate the earnings of that book to my niece/nephew, seeing that they were my inspiration to the first book altogether." your uncle requested in all seriousness, rendering Simeon speechless.

"I know it is a lot to ask, but.. I believe you would be able to finish my story the way it is meant to be finished." the ghost author continued, seeing Simeon's doubts.

Simeon thought about it for a moment. This could help him with his writers block AND he did know MC while also having the abilites to write a succesful book, "Alright. Do you have the manuscripts with you?" Simeon finally gave in and saw the ghost's face light up.

"Yes, they're in this briefcase." your uncle handed him a leather briefcase. Simeon opened it and saw around 200 pages worth of text. He flipped the first page just to read the words..

'Dedicated to my niece/newphew MC. You're the real main character. Thank you for always making my days brighter.'

Simeon was about to ask the ghost another question but when he looked back up, he was gone. Simeon stared blankly ahead, trying to compute all the information.

"Okay, I'll write this for you and for MC." Simeon mumbled to himself before getting up, buying the first book your uncle had written and walking out of the book fair, clearly on a mission.

Luke was up in the Celestial Realm one day, baking something delicious to Michael when he suddenly heard the sound of something crashing in the dining room.

Luke quickly ran to the scene, finding a young boy, probably around six-years-old, and a dog standing there, shattered plated next to their feet. They had guilty looks in their eyes.

"Hey! What are you doing? Those plates belong to Michael!" Luke scolded them and knelt down to pick up the pieces of the broken plates, "Ugh, this is such a mess.." he muttered.

"I-I'm sorry..." the little boy mumbled and knelt down to help Luke out, "I'm just new here, a-and my dog is so playful.." he tried to explain himself.

The dog whimpered sadly, tail between its legs. Luke couldn't stay mad at the cute dog and the poor little boy who was visibly shaking in his boots.

"Oh well, it's just plates, at least no one got hurt.." he sighed before looking up at the boy, "what's your name?"

The boy introduced himself to Luke. Luke also found out he used to be a human not so long ago. Luke knew what that had meant. The boy had died.

"This is a cute dog! Is it yours?" Luke asked, trying to cheer the boy up.

"Not really.. This was my aunt's/uncle's dog. But I guess now I'm obliged to take care of it!" the boy explained with a small smile.

"Is your aunt/uncle here too?" Luke questioned but the boy shook his head.

"No, they're still alive. They went on to study abroad in a different school so I haven't seen them around much.. I miss them.." the little boy told Luke with a sorrowful tone.

"I am an exchange student, too!" Luke exclaimed with a grin, "I went to the Royal Academy of Diavolo with Simeon, have you met him yet? Oh, and also two humans, Solomon and MC-" he was suddenly cut off by the young boy.

"MC? That's my aunt's/uncle's name, too!" he gasped with wide eyes, "Did they look like this-" he questioned and started to describe exactly what you looked like.

"Yes! I think we're talking about the same person!" Luke was flabbergasted yet excited to meet his friend little nephew, "MC is so nice! We bake together all the time when I am in Devildom!"

"Yeah, they're so nice.." the boy seemed sad all of a sudden, "I'm glad they weren't lonely while studying in Devildom.. I wonder if they even remember me anymore.." the boy questioned out loud, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I'm sure they do! I'm sure I can arrange you two to meet sometime! They have been to Celestial Realm before, after all!" Luke promised the boy, not wanting to see him sad.

"Really?" the boy sobbed, looking up at Luke with hopeful eyes. Luke smiled widely at the boy while nodding, "Pinky promise?" the boy offered Luke his pinky.

"Pinky promise!" Luke chuckled and wrapped his pinky around the boy's pinky, "You can also see your previous owner, little dog!" he assured to the dog whose tail was now wagging excitedly.

"MC doesn't even know we're... Dead." the little boy sighed, "It happened while they were away... My parents had promised to take care of their dog until they return and one day I was playing with the dog outside when I threw the ball too far.. On the road.. And the dog ran to get it and I ran after them, trying to get them to halt as it's too dangerous to run there.. But they didn't listen and I ran after them and then as soon as I got to the dog.. A truck came and we both.." the little boy told the story of his death, his voice trembling.

The dog jumped against the little boy, licking his face in order to cheer him up.

"Oh no.. I'm sorry.." Luke said his condolensces, wrapping his arm around the little boy's shoulder, "But now that you're here, you can still meet MC here and there! I can communicate through you two if needed!"

"Yeah.. That's good.." the boy smiled weakly up at Luke.

"Hey, I was in the middle of baking, do you want to join me? We can eat it together afterwards!" Luke beamed.

"But I don't know how to bake! And weren't you baking for Michael?" the child protested.

"I'm sure Michael understands that you need the sweets more than he does right now!" Luke chukcled, "And don't worry, I'll teach you how to bake in no time! Then we can always bake together!"

You were in the human world, just traveling together and Solomon was helping you to cultivate your magickal abilities.

You were currently in your home country as you really just wanted to check up on everyone.

You were about to pass a cemetary when you tugged at Solomon's jacket, looking at him expectantly.

"What is it?" Solomon mused, knowing what that look in your eyes meant. You were about to ask him for something.

"Can we visit that cemetary?" you asked rather quietly, your eyes on Solomon.

"Why'd you want to do that? Is someone you know buried there?" Solomon interrogated you further.

"Yes.." you nodded, still hoding onto the sleeve of Solomon's jacket.

"I guess it won't hurt to drop by their grave." Solomon gave you the permission and you began to tug him towards the cemetary with determined steps. Solomon chuckled and followed you right behind.

You lead him to a gravestone with a singular name. When Solomon inspected the grave, he realized that the person buried there had been young- Wait, that person was born the same year as you.

Solomon instantly began to calculate the probabilities. Was this your twin? No, you two don't share a birthday. Technically siblings CAN be born the same year if the older is born in the first months of the year and the mother gets pregnant right away, but that seemed very unlikely too as you didn't share a surname. A friend, perhaps? Or a cousin.

"This is my classmate. She OD'd." you finally spoke up as you knelt over the grave, plucking some withered petals off of the flowers left at the site, "I'm sorry I have no candles or flowers to bring to you.." you mumbled, words directed at the one buried within the ground beneath your feet.

Solomon looked at the scene with a feeling of estrangement. As someone with an eternal life he did not have to think about death too much and he had not grown so close to humans in a long time as to miss them after they pass. He's smarter than that.

You're that one exception to his rule. Imagining it was you buried there instead of your classmate pained him.

Suddenly the silence you shared was broken by your phone ringing. You look at the caller ID, your face lighting up, "It's one of my old friends! Is it okay if I talk with her?" you made sure that it was okay with Solomon before heading off, talking to your friend on the phone.

Solomon was left all alone in the cemetary, just looking at the names and dates etched onto the cold stones.

All of the sudden Solomon felt a presence nearby. The cemetary seemed deserted by first glance, but there was someone.. Or somethind definitely there!

Using the help of his magic, he began to follow an invisible string left by the energy.

It lead him to the morgue. Opening the locked door was no problem for a potent wizard like him.

Solomon turned on the morgue light and almost jumped when he saw a young woman standing in the middle of the room, wearing a white, long-sleeved dress that reached all the way down to her toes. Her skin was pale and sunken and her hair messy and muddy.

"Well hello there, dead girl.." Solomon greeted the young woman quietly with an uneasy smile. He had seen dead bodies before, but rarely were they up and walking.

"Solomon..." the walking corpse finally gasped, her voice raspy, "Please, you've gotta help me.. You're a powerful wizard, aren't you?"

"Okay, I'm not even going to question HOW you know my name, so.. Yes. I am a powerful wizard, thanks for the flattery." Solomon chuckled, starting to relax from his startled state.

"You've gotta help me.. I don't know how to go home.." the woman stumbled forwards, her legs giving out immediately. She grabbed Solomon by his arms, hanging onto him tightly, "I've tried to go home! I can go anywhere I want expect home!" tears started to pour out of her eyes, colored muddy dark brown from the soil and decomposing.

Solomon caught the girl, taken back by the sudden outburst of emotion. She must've been scared and lost for a while now, the poor thing. "What do you mean by home?" Solomon questioned, not wanting to accidentally send her somewhere where she'll be even more lost.

"I... I..." the girl shortcircuited, "I don't remember... I don't know... I just need to go home..." she begged the wizard, her frail form trembling.

"Alright.. Let me jog your memory a little. Do you remember your name?" Solomon questioned, remaining calm.

"Of course I do..." the girl nodded and repeated her name, the same one that Solomon had seen on the gravestone.

"How long have you been dead for?" Solomon asked and saw the girl tense up.

"I'm dead?" she asked before taking a look at her hands and her clothes, "Oh, that's right... It's been... Two years, two months and 22 days..." the girl repeated, sounding almost machine-like as she remembered the exact numbers.

"Very good. You're doing great. Now tell me, how did you pass away?" Solomon interrogated her further, gently but determinedly leading her towards her big epiphany.

"I shouldn't have died so young... Without those drugs, I could still be alive..." the girl mumbled, finally letting go of Solomon as she looked somewhere behind him. Solomon determined her object of interest to be the door of the morgue.

"What did the drugs do?" Solomon asked as the girl started to take careful steps towards the door, hand reaching out for the handle.

"I took too many... I overdid it... Overdosed..." the memories started to come back to her the more steps she took.

"Do you remember someone called MC?" was Solomon's next question. The mention of your name made her stop momentarily.

"MC? My classmate MC?" she questioned and turned to look at Solomon again, "You know them?"

"Yeah. They are my apprentice and friend." Solomon chuckled at the surprised expression on the girl's face.

"MC.. I'm glad they're okay.." the girl smiled briefly before turning her gaze back at the door, "I'll text them once I get home." she stated, her face blank again.

Solomon sighed in his mind. So even after all this time, the girl was confused. She couldn't fully understand that she was dead so maybe that was why she couldn't move on. "So what happened after you died?"

"Dark... It was dark everywhere... And I couldn't find my way home... There was no floor, no path..." The girl kept mumbling and Solomon walked up to her, realizing her eyes had gone completely black.

Solomon put his hands in front of the girl's eyes, reciting a spell.

"It's dark again! It's happening again! Help-" the girl suddenly screamed before a bright light filled the room, effectively silencing her. After the light faded, her eyes had gone back normal, looking more lively and bright than before.

"There was a curse on you. I'm sorry I didn't realize it before. Now you can go home. See that door? Just look at it and think of it as the doorway to home. Believe in that thought harder than you've ever believed in anything else. Just follow the light and you'll finally be home in no time." Solomon instructed the girl and she nodded, her eyes glued to the door now. Her steps were no longer wobbly, but strong, and her hair was shinier than before and her skin had it's natural hue back.

As soon as the young woman touched the handle, her body started to glow before slowly becoming more and more transparent. As the door opened, there was only brightness behind it.

"Thank you, Solomon. Say hello to MC from me." the girl smiled before stepping out, her corporeal form fully disappearing. A sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut again as the lights of the morgue flickered. Solomon knew he was back in the normal human world again.

He stepped out of the morgue, the cemetary looking the same as earlier, only the weird presence was gone. In the distance, he saw your figure looking for him. He smiled as he closed the morgue door and started to make his way back to you.

A/N: People who are either 30+ or younger than like 15 reading Barbatos' section like: I can't relate to being a child in 2007 👁👄👁 Also Solomon's part is giving me flashbacks to the time I was working at a graveyard and no one else dared to clean the morgue so I always had to do it. Once again, comments, likes and shares are always appreciated!

[solomonish]

The Brothers and What You Are to Them

Do you ever wonder what it is about you that keeps your demon by your side? Not necessarily the traits you have that attracted them to you (and still do), or what they think makes you you, but the reason you’ve become so irreplaceable and imperative in their life that they don’t think they could live without you.

Nowdateables: here!

To Lucifer, you feel like stability.

Lucifer isn’t an insecure man, nor does he need someone to lean on. He doesn’t find himself overwhelmed by what the world throws at him. He is capable, and he can shoulder the responsibilities expected of him and then some, no matter what they should turn out to be.

...at least, that’s what he thinks, and that’s what he says.

But he does find himself asking you to run errands for him when he needs them done correctly. He does find himself entrusting you to keep the roof of the house connected to the rest of it if he has to go away. You are the one who knows how he likes his coffee and when it should be brought to him to power him through the rest of his work without cutting into his scant sleep time. You keep things under control when everybody seems hellbent on making sure things don’t go the way Lucifer plans, and then you’re there to kiss his forehead despite his empty protests and remind him to take care of himself, too.

Lucifer doesn’t feel like the ground is shaking beneath him, ready to topple down at the slightest breath. But if he did, he knew you’d be there to keep him from plummeting down.

To Mammon, you feel like acceptance.

Mammon is called a lot of things in his life, especially by those who are supposed to hold him dear. He’s never smart enough, never behaved enough, never trustworthy enough, never good enough. And, when he gives up and decides not to make himself sick over expectations he’ll never be able to reach, he only gets worse. To everybody else, he’s scum, and sometimes he can’t help but feel it.

You should be saying those things to him, too, with the way he can’t help but hoard your time and your affections and yes, even your things sometimes.

But you don’t. You pet his head and hold him close and give him affection. You do it even when he makes it difficult on you and tries to tell you that he doesn’t want it. He does. He needs it, even. For the first time, he feels like somebody, he feels like he reaches the expectations set up for him and that he actually has a shot to be what somebody wants.

And when you tell him that you don’t have any expectations for him, none except for him to just be himself, he believes you. And it feels so, so nice.

To Leviathan, you feel like peace.

You would think that a life spent nearly entirely in a room playing video games would be easy and peaceful enough. Saying so aloud is a surefire way to get Leviathan to snap.

Envy never allows him to know peace. His video games, manga and anime are a distraction along with a passion. At least he can fend off some of the negative energy with the knowledge that he is the biggest megafan of any number of franchises and titles. Still, despite that, despite the calming water he modeled his room after, he still feels the jealousy tearing at his inside like unstoppable tumultuous seas.

But you stop that. You are the greatest thing, and even if he isn’t sure why you’d ever consider him worthy, he can find that peace in being the one that you’d rather spend your time with and give your affections to. He makes it hard, and he knows he does - but you persist, and you cast that life raft out to him and finally, he feels like maybe he won’t drown anymore.

When he does allow himself to sit and just be the person that, for some reason, you love, his waters still and he knows what it is to really be loved.

To Satan, you feel like understanding.

Satan has had to build a wall around himself brick by brick to hide the ugliness that nobody would dare approach, that he never even asked for and never would have.

He is the king of masks. For any situation, he has about twenty that he can switch between flawlessly, keeping you on your toes and creating a labyrinth so involved nobody will ever figure it out. Well, everybody except for you.

You managed to find your way to his core, sometimes when he wanted you too and always when he didn’t. Sometimes, you figured out the riddles he laid out for you like breadcrumbs, your smile lighting up and lightening his heart so spectacularly he felt like a new person. Other times, you snuck in with a wrecking ball and made your own way to his center, leaving the walls he set up in ruins. Most of them, he isn’t sure he wants to rebuild - not if they keep you out. At the end of the day, even if it’s cheesy, even if it’s unexpected (and that bruises his ego to admit), he finds that you understand who he is so intimately, you may know him better than he knows himself.

Maybe, with your constant meddling, you invented the person he’s become, or at least helped in his formation - but, if you like him that way, that might not be such an insufferable fate.

To Asmodeus, you feel like sweetness.

The life led by someone with eyes on him all the time is ferocious.

Even for somebody who can charm anybody with a simple glance, Asmo has an equal talent for scorning those he leaves behind. For every person gushing at his Devilgram and tracking his whereabouts for an autograph or a photo, there’s someone cursing his name and spewing the worst kinds of insult that will never directly reach his ear. In his life, you take the pleasure with the pain, and you don’t complain about either or you’ll lose the only good you’ve got.

But nothing about you is so vile. You don’t chase after him just to prove that you’ve met him (even if, at first, he was a little miffed at the prospect), and you’d never say something so soul-shatteringly hateful it’d make even a demon lord cringe. You give him the kindness that doesn’t come with expectations or desire for something in return, the kind that might even come unconditionally. You make him feel like he doesn’t have to prove anything, like he’d still be the most wonderful, beautiful creature in all the realms to you even if (gasp!) everybody else turned their backs on him. There’s a sort of innocent kindness in the way you smile at him that gives him a sugar high, and he isn’t always sure of what to do with it.

Once, he was a creature made to be loved and adored, and you make him feel like there was never a time where such a privilege was ripped away from him.

To Beelzebub, you feel gentle.

Beelzebub is a big guy, and he’s a well-known athlete. People don’t look at him and think he’s fragile goods.

And he isn’t. He is his family’s defender, and he’s been through battles terrible enough they still hang over those who even know about them like storm clouds. But inside his tough exterior, the uncaring aura he accidentally portrays when all he can think about is keeping himself fed, there’s a person that craves the same affections everybody else does. Beelzebub isn’t just hungry for food - he feel empty, entirely hollow, like a void he’s worried will grow too big to be distracted and swallow everything he cares about whole. Sometimes he feels so empty he could just curl up and die.

But, whatever it is you have, it fills him up so deliciously and he’s hooked. It’s even enough for him to just know that you’re around and taken care of - that staves off the worst of it, and he suddenly doesn’t feel like a beast that will be the downfall of all he loves. You give him patience with his need to eat, you give him gentleness with your touches and your smiles, and your voice doesn’t have that exasperated edge everybody else’s does. 

He isn’t a powerhouse or a bottomless pit to you - he’s a person, and it’s more than he could ever ask for.

To Belphegor, you feel like forgiveness.

Belphegor does a lot, he is a lot, and most of it feel wrong.

If he could keep himself awake for longer, he might have enough time to dig himself into a pit of self-loathing in the way Levi does. But he just feels empty, a void broken by occasional bouts of fury, or hatred, or pain of some sort. It’s hardly an existence, so he does the bare minimum, hardly passing the threshold for living because to do so would be more than he could deal with. Hell, the only time he has to think and to do things, he spends trying to inconvenience the person who (supposedly) cares most for him or hurting others - hurting you.

God, how can you look at him like that? Like he’s somebody you can trust, like he’s somebody worth an effort when he himself doesn’t give a damn? It’s weird, it’s stupid, it’s just like you humans to do, and it can never stop. It’s too much for him to deal with, but that’s a good thing. The time he spends wrestling with your forgiveness is time spent being productive, something he’s not exactly been accused of before. And sometimes, that diligence spreads to other thins: his relationship with his brothers, his relationship with humans, his relationship with himself.

You make him want to put the work in because you make him feel like he amounts to something - and you make him feel like his mistakes haven’t completely blotted out his hopes for the future the way he used to think they did.

[obeiii-mee]

Hey! I have a really loud and particular laugh that seems to carry quite literally throughout my house and there have been many times people have bought it up with me (I can’t help it my laugh is just loud & contagious!!). Could I request the bros reaction to MC who quite literally is unable to laugh quietly and ends up being heard through the whole of the house? Thank you!🥰

This is so sweet, geez imma get cavities. I also have a very loud laugh and I startle people a lot when I start laughing so I get what you mean!

These HCs are probably written a lot better because suddenly I’m full energy and motivation-

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The Brothers with an MC who has a loud and particular laugh:

Lucifer:

-He’ll never admit it but whenever you start laughing or even smiling, he can’t really stop himself from doing it too

-Like, he looks at you as you start cackling about a funny meme Levi just showed you and he’s holding back a smile-

-Because, even though you have such a loud and some would say ‘obnoxious’ laugh, he thinks you just sound so precious

-He really struggles to show that he’s not affected by you as much as he actually is

-Even if you start laughing at an inappropriate time, he’d likely not even tell you off properly

- Would never say anything of the sort to your face, but he low-key admires you

-He thinks it’s amazing that a simple human like you that has experienced so many horrible things every since they arrived in literal hell, can have the ability to laugh so heartily even now

-If you’re in public and start doing your boisterous laugh, he will keep a stoic expression on his face

-There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks if you look close enough, though I doubt anyone is crazy enough to point it out

-In private though? Appreciate these moments y’all, because it’s one of the few rare times you’ll see him laugh freely

-Even when he’s around his brothers and trying to keep a straight face, you can see his lips threatening to curve upwards

-Basically, he thinks you’re baby and your laugh makes him feel at ease

Mammon:

-I head canon that he also has a very particular laugh because he gives off those kind of vibes

-He probably doesn’t even notice how loud you are when you start wheezing

-Normally, he’d join in and start laughing with you as the rest of the brothers take out their sound blocking ear muffs for the third time that day

-You two are loud ok?

-Poor Lucifer who not only has insomnia and is a workaholic, he also has two idiots giggling to themselves in the middle of the night

-When I said Mammon is trying to get a laugh out of you any hour of the day

-I mean any hour

-He will wake you up to just hear your voice and then proceed to run out as you start yelling at him

-Even if he were to notice it, the worst reaction you’re gonna get out of him is a bit of teasing

-“Ya sound like you’re dyin’ over there human. You alright?”

-When in reality, he’s even more smitten with you because your laugh is just another one of your amazing qualities

-Mammon does the stupidest shit in front of you to make you and hear you laugh because it warms his heart

-Even if he wouldn’t admit it, to you or to himself

-The only time he ‘doesn’t like’ it when you laugh is if you’re poking fun at him with his brothers

-That gets him all huffy puffy and sad

-For a minute, before he’s thrown himself onto you again

-Greedy for money and greedy for affection of course

Levi:

-ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap

-“YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE MAIN CHARACATER’S LOVE INTEREST FROM THIS NEW ANIME I’M WATCHING! IT’S CALLED: PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME I’M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND BUT I’M ACTUALLY NOT, THOUGH WHOA THEY HAVE SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH!”

-Catch him rambling about it for five minutes straight

-Before stopping abruptly, flushing from head to toe and starting to stutter like he forgot how to speak

-This usually has you laughing again, in a more sympathetic and encouraging way and he just...dies

-He doesn’t like his laugh, at all

-He thinks it sounds really awkward and tense

-So he’s low-key jealous about your rather impulsive laugh because it’s so sweet??? And amazing and cute??? Just like you???

-But at the same time, it’s hard for him to be jealous of it when he loves it so much

-Why do you think he keeps coming to you whenever he finds funny memes or compilations online???

-“I don’t expect a normie like you to understand but look at this.”

-He gets a stupidly cute kick out of knowing that he is the one making you laugh

-I suggest trying not to laugh too much while he’s playing video games because your laugh distracts him so much

-And he will throw his headset at you

-Affectionately of course

Satan:

-He doesn’t give much of a reaction besides a quirked eyebrow and a quiet ‘Oh?’

-Sure, he doesn’t really like it when his brothers are being noisy either because they’re laughing too loudly or because they are fighting gladiator style outside his room

-But you’re the exception

-The only person in that household that could get away with interrupting his reading/work is you

-May come as a surprise to some, but sometimes Satan does get worried for you

-If he hasn’t seen you in a while he might start thinking that something is wrong

-But then he’d hear you laughing from downstairs and he’d smile and think “Eh they’re alright.”

-He thinks your laugh sounds so much more endearing than his own psychotic laugh 🥰🥰🥰

-Will throw one of his precious books at any of his brothers if they make fun of the way you laugh

-Basically, he has the biggest heart eyes for you but he’s too good at hiding it

-Laugh with him whenever something embarrassing happens to Lucifer and he will be so pleased and happy for the rest of the day

Asmo:

-“MC my dear, has anyone mentioned what a wonderfully charming laugh you have? And that says something coming from me.”

-Asmo also has a very noticeable laugh

-Not exactly loud but it could be considered obnoxious (to his brothers) and he giggles all the time when he’s very excited

-Having Asmodeous as your partner is basically the same thing as dating your best friend

-Despite being the Avatar of Lust, your relationship with him is super healthy and even he takes comfort in that

-You’d both be chuckling to yourselves in Majolish or something because this bïtch is hilarious if he wants to be

-“Oh my Lord Diavolo! MC, look! I found the perfect outfit for Mammon!!”

-And it’s a Disney princess dress the size of a fuckn toddler

-You guys laughed so hard you got kicked out >:(

-But you ended up buying that dress for Mammon anyway lmaoo

-Spending too much time with Asmo is similar to the whole “I’m trying to be quiet in class but me and my friend keep laughing every time we look at each other”

-The way both of you have to strain yourselves from full on cackling when Lucifer has a go at either of you 😌

-Except you seriously can’t laugh because you will be ✨murdered✨

-“What do you mEAN YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR LAUGH, YOUR LAUGH IS GORGEOUS! NOT AS GORGEOUS AS MINE OBVIOUSLY BUT IT EASILY COMES IN SECOND!”

-That’s the kind of hype he gives you all day every day

Beel:

-The first time he properly heard you laugh was when you started making puns and you were laughing like crazy at your own jokes (samesies)

-And he just loves seeing you this happy because he gets happy and then he doesn’t even want to eat anymore, he just wants to hug you

-“I like your laugh. Do it again for me?”

-Your heart went doki doki

-It’s common for Beel to make you all flustered without meaning to and then you nervously start laughing again because you feel so awkward

-BUT your face brightens up so much when you start laughing or even smiling and he can’t help himself from complimenting you

-Your joyous and loud chuckles always cheer him up

-To the point where he completely forgets how hungry he is

-Took you a while to figure this one out but his mood sort of changes with yours??

-If you’re visibly sadder than usual, he his morale is also surprisingly low and he starts eating more than usual

-In comparison to when you’re all bubbly and doing that beautiful laugh of yours and he gets like these butterflies in his stomach instead of the usual pangs of pain and hunger

-So now he just wants to hear your voice in general on repeat for the rest of eternity

-Im not crying you are

Belphie:

-“You’re too loud dumbass, I’m tryin’ to nap here.”

-Will deadass throw a pillow at your face if you wake him up

-Like hes so rude and for what?

-He loves you and your annoying as fuck laugh, he really does I promise

-It’s a special, unique part of you and all that sappy crap

-But keep it up and you will have a very cranky boyfriend to deal with for the rest of the month

-He can be such an ass at times if he’s in a bad mood

-“I should tape your mouth shut.”

-“Kinky-“

-“Shut up.”

-But as much as he hates being woken up by somebody else, he would much prefer waking up to your voice rather anyone else’s

-You usually wake him up in the mornings to get ready for RAD and you start giggling every time he pulls a face at you and complains that he doesn’t wanna

-“What are you? An alarm clock?”

-And then he just sort of pulls you to him and goes with a completely straight face:

-“You’re annoying but you can be my alarm clock if you want to.”

-He’s either flirting or is so sleepy he’s being unusually soft hELP

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Thank you for reading! And for all the reblogs and follows. You guys don’t even know how much I appreciate your support. Especially at times when I’m not as motivated to write and now that the fandom has fizzled out a bit.

Also imma have to make a master list soon or something

Al~

[ruhorih4ra]

Hey, I finally did chapter 4, this is going to be a long ass fic but that's just how I like it, what can I say? ┐( ˘_˘)┌

It contains:

Spoilers from all lessons.

Grammar mistakes (╥﹏╥)

Angst, violence, sad bois.

Ambiguos relationships.

Switching from present to past.

The MC's thoughts are written like this "Lalala"

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Chapter 4 [Present]

"Wrath and Greed"

You were back in the Devildom, you found a rather shady tabern with some nasty demons here and there, you asked Reya to leave a fake trace in human world, just in case Lucifer had sent someone to search for you.

Somebody took a seat in front of you. From the corner of your eyes you could see how plenty of the demons left the place.

"Hello, sorcerer. It's a pleasure to meet you."

To your surprise there was Satan, the Avatar of Wrath. He couldn't see you, you were wearing a big black cape that covered half of your face and that was a relief because your eyes would completely betray you.

"..."

"Cat got your tongue?"

"The pleasure it's mine, my lord."

"Lucifer wants you. He promised me something in return if I can successfully catch you." He said as he changed to his demon form.

"Perhaps we should talk."

"I know about you, sorcerer. Your tricks won't work."

"What did he promised?" You asked, trying to maintain the composure. He looked amused.

"Something worth the lack of courtesy."

Everything happened way too fast, in fact he was too fast for your eyes but you're way better than before, you easily dodged his blows, his tail growed a ridiculous amount of meters while his claws tried to cut your throat. His eyes glowed a strong emerald, far from being scared you were enamoured. 200 hundred years but those eyes are still glowing.

"I can't help the prince if I'm dead."

"Hahaha, excuse my manners, you're right." He smiled. "That means that you have reconsider helping us??"

"That have to be the fakest smile I have ever seen."

"You know that I'm not like Beelzebub, you won't trick me. So, why don't you just accept your fate?"

That's right, he isn't like Beelzebub. He won't be so merciful and to think that he would make something that Lucifer asked well that's even worse. You have to go, now. You cursed yourself for what you were about to do.

"You're not my fate, Satan." The smile in the blonde demon faded. "I'm honestly offended that Lord Lucifer chose you to come in his place." You could feel the growing wrath, the danger. "You see, replacements aren't as good as originals."

You cast a quick mental spell as soon as you finished your previous sentence, you knew that Satan would most likely kill you after saying that and you were right, he tried to ripe you apart, the only problem was that... Well, he was 10 cm tall.

"What?!? What is this?? Return me to normal, human!!! YOU!! YOU FOOLED ME?!? I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL COOK YOU ALIVE AND THEN FEED CERBERUS WITH YOUR ROTTEN LIMBS, I WILL REPEAT IT FOR ETERNITY!!"

"You sound like a squirrel, my lord." Trying hard to hide your laugh you took the little demon with you, winking an eye to the tavern owner.

"I'm afraid that we're not welcome in there anymore."

You murmured before exit the place.

"Who are you? You're stronger than your looks."

"I didn't take you for someone who judges a book by it's cover, Lord Satan."

"I'm not. I have to admit that I got a little impatient..."

"Because what he promised?" You asked, bathing on the warm sensation of chatting with an old friend.

"Yes. Don't act all friendly now, as soon I return to normal I'll kill you with my own hands."

"What makes you think that I'll let you return to normal?"

"Otherwise I won't tell you where is your dear apprentice."

Your heart skipped a bit. "Calm down. This is Satan we are talking about. Besides, Diavolo wouldn't aprove someone harming her. The rumors cannot be true".

"Hahaha, that's the face I was hoping to see."

"How can I be sure that you captured Reya?" You asked while searching through the Devildom dark.

"Is that her name? Well, Mammon's an idiot but even he can manage a clumsy human."

"Mammon? Oh, that change things."

"You shouldn't underestimate him."

"Never. But you see, my lord, I doubt that you would work together for the same price." You said, successfully finding what you were looking for. "So, whatever Lucifer promised you was somehow different from what he promised to Mammon, right? you chose between realms and splited, don't you?"

A black cat emerged from the dark, curious of what you were holding. Satan's eyes widened for an instant, adoration in his face.

"That's a lovely cat."

"I'm glad you like your transport."

"What?"

"Well, Lord Mammon wouldn't give you my apprentice if he knows that she's the key to get me. In other words, you no longer have a say in this matter."

You tied up Satan to the cat with a silk thread. Making sure to put him in a comfortable position.

"Be careful, do not break the thread unless you want to see cat intestines flying everywhere." Your smile grew wider when you looked his horrorized face. "Now, that's the face I was hoping to see."

After making sure that Satan wasn't going to risk killing a cat in order to catch you, you sat on a flat rock, waiting for the second eldest to show. You were dozing off when you felt Reya's presence.

"Your master doesn't love ya that much." Meters away, behind your back, Mammon hid taking a couple of tall trees as a barrier, grabbing Reya from the back.

"They're waiting for you, demon!"

"Oi! It's LORD MAMMON for you! In fact, call me THE GREAT Mammon!"

You tried to hide the growing smile forming in your face, the same old Mammon.

"I bet you one grimm that your master is as stupid and careless as you are." The Avatar of Greed took a single grimm in his hands and threw it to you, fast enough to cause a bruise.

You easily dodged it, disguising your actions as if you were merely stretching. You shot him a half smile nonetheless, with that being done you got up and ran from the demon. He was even faster than Satan, putting himself in front of you in matter of seconds. Reya tried to run towards you just to discover her leg attached to a tree with a rope.

"Ha! I told ya, your master didn't think a second before runnin' away even if they were leaving you behind."

"Greetings, Lord Mammon. I would gladly appreciate if you leave us go in peace."

"As long as Lucifer is looking for you, you won't be in peace, human."

Mammon took a step closer and you backed away another.

"They don't wanna punish you, sorcerer." Now Mammon was getting mad. "This has taken lots of my time and you know what they say 'Time is money'."

"You're very wise and educated, my lord. Nothing like Lord Satan."

"Hahaha!! Of course I'm very wise, human! Wait! Satan?? He's always calling me a dumbass but he couldn't catch you!"

"That's right." Carefully you made a not so big jar appear in your hand, inside it was an ilussion of Satan repeating the same words than before: "What?!? What is this?? Return me to normal, human!!! YOU!! YOU FOOLED ME?!? I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL COOK YOU ALIVE AND THEN FEED CERBERUS WITH YOUR ROTTEN LIMBS, I WILL REPEAT IT FOR ETERNITY!!" He even fell in my trap.

"S-Satan?" Mammon asked with wide eyes "BWHAHAHAH! Look at you! Yer so little!"

"Let's make a deal, my lord! Your brother in exchange of my escape."

"Or I could simply taking him from your hands?" He smiled but frowned when he couldn't move, some roots firmly attached to his legs stopping his movements. "This won't work for much ti..."

Before he could even finish talking you threw the jar as far as your arm let you.

"SATAN!" Mammon screamed as he ripped out the roots and jumped to save him. "Oof, that was close. Wait, what is this?"

BOOM!! After so many years of running from everyone your box of tricks was full. The ilussion of Satan was simply a bomb.

"Master!! Please let me here and run away!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Reya! I would never do that!" you arrived to your apprentice side and cut the ropes that kept her tied to the tree. "Let's go, we don't have much time."

You were getting tired, you’d use lots of magic in such a short time, a spell of teleportation would most likely backfire if you made a single mistake, you couldn't take that risk.

"Master, this way!!"

"Thanks god!"

You could see the exit of the forest on the other side, maybe there is a cave nearby, somewhere to hide. A bunch of trees crashed all of the sudden nearly injuring Reya, Mammon was fast enough to save her in time.

"Stop right there, human!"

"Lord Mammon! Please, what use can I be to the prince? I'm just a weak and pitiful sorcerer."

"You're damn right, you're weak and annoying but Lucifer order me to take you and that's what I'm going to do..."

So this is how Mammon looks when doing something that Lucifer asked, now you can understand why he relies on him so much. Those eyes filled with determination, fueled by a ridiculous amount of love and respect. Yes, just like...Your eyes widened at the memory and everything occurred in a matter of seconds, you could hear your heart beating and suddenly Mammon's face was nowhere to be seen, another face appeared in its place. A face of a pure and innocent child.

'Mc! Are you okay'

"Luke?"

'Mc! It's not your fault!'

"Luke... No, please stay away from me."

"Sorcerer??"

"NOOO!!!!" You yelled, releasing the last magic you have stored. Sending Mammon deep through the forest until he disappeared from your sight.

"Aaaghhhh! U-uh! F-fuck! No no no no." you heard in the distance.

"M-master? Are you okay?" Reya asked you, trying to help you so you could stand.

"What happened? M-mammon? Oh my god..."

You ran as fast as you could straight to the sound of the demons wails, you ignored your apprentice's prayers for you to stop.

"Please be alive, please be alive, please, please, please".

You finally reached the forest's end just to realize there was a cliff and Mammon was hanging for dear life in it. You threw yourself in time to grab his arm and avoid his fall.

"Ugghh..." You were struggling to hold Mammon, a quick glance to his wings showed you why he couldn't fly, they were destroyed by numerous pieces of wood.

"Human...Let me go."

"You... Ugh... You're trembling."

You were sure it was a cliff but the mist made difficult to ponder how high it was.

"Can a demon survive a fall like this? You..." you were losing strength, Mammon was too heavy. "You're already hurt."

"I don't know if I can survive, but I'm sure you won't. Let me go." with this he simply stop holding your arm, making your attempt of saving him even more hard.

"I WON'T! I WON'T LET YOU!"

"Master!" Reya arrived to the precipice with gasping breaths. "Master, please! You will fall too!"

"Don't... Agh!... Don't get close, Reya! I-"

"Oh."

"MASTER!"

The place you laid on crumbled down before you could cast any kind of spell, the only thing you could manage was getting a tight grip on the greedy demon. You closed your eyes waiting for the hit but it never came. Fearfully you opened one eye just to find a smug grin on Mammon's face.

"Fear, sorcerer? Ha! Did ya seriously thought that I couldn't make a single spell? You know I'm one of the seven rule..."

"Yes, yes, very important, amazing."

You were ashamed, how in the seven hells and after all you have live...

"Hey! I saved your ass!"

"Yes, whatever. Put me down."

Reya was there, relief clear in her face.

"What? Are you stupid or something? I'm taking you with Lucifer."

"Fine! But Reya must come with us! I can't leave her alone in a forest."

"Well, she was alone in human's world."

"Please, I promise I won't try to escape."

Mammon looked at you with a bitter smile.

"I'm the Avatar of greed, I know about value and I can tell you how little human's promises are worth."

Your eyes widened at the realization, he was talking about you.

"Listen, I..."

You then realized that he was holding you, not like a potatoes sack but in a 'just married' position.

"I..."

"Too stunned to speak?"

Your cheeks turned red, you didn’t know why, were you embarrassed? Happy? It didn't matter because Mammon noticed your sudden redness.

"Oohh! Is that so? Let's make a deal, I give you special treatment and you obediently come with me."

"...what?" Your jaw dropped. You remembered that time Asmo told you how Mammon was way more flirty before meeting you. "So Asmo spoke the truth, uh".

"Is that a yes?" Mammon said with a playful tone.

You were frowning, unable to avoid his gaze. Swimming in his blue eyes, it surprised you how much you wanted to feel that soft glance that he used to give you. You gulped before taking your hand to his cheek.

"You're gorgeous."

You spoke from the heart, no matter how much time has passed, his hair and brown skin are still a perfect mix.

"I-I... Of course you would think I’m gorgeous because I am..."

"The GREAT Mammon, right?"

You said, laughing with your hand still on his cheek. The demon’s eyes widened, glassy too and you could swear right then he was looking at your old self.

"D-do not touch me!"

"MASTER!!!"

You didn't think Mammon would just drop you but maybe you shouldn't have acted so flirty all of the sudden, on the other hand it was echanting to see another facet of him. He was rather quick on catching you again. This time he took just your ankle, leaving you hanging upside-down.

"Demon! I'm warning you! Let my master down!"

"Or else?" Mammon snarled.

"Spirit of wind..."

"W-what? REYA WAIT!" you hurriedly said.

"...bring your force to bear onto the demon before me!"

"REYAAAAAHHHH!"

You thought that maybe your apprentice wasn't paying attention to Mammon holding you, but it turned out that she was well aware. You could not only feel a strong wind blowing Mammon away, but also multiple air currents pushing you to safe ground. When you were inches away from Reya's hand you felt a hand grab your ankle.

"Uughhh!! You sure are persistent!"

Before you could hit Mammon in the face he sank his claws into your leg.

"OUCH!! Stop It! It hurts!"

The air currents grew stronger and within seconds Mammon successfully snatched you from your apprentice grasp. The mist blinded your vision but you could feel yourself impacting against a rock, two arms embraced you protectively and even if you could still feel the blowns it was way less painful. There was, however, a stronger hit that took the air out of your lungs and sent you into an unconscious state of mind.

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Chapter 4: Watch By Our Side

CW: childbirth

651 AD, East Anglia

Crowley was drinking wine and watching Aziraphale drink wine, and he wasn’t sure which was more fun. Aziraphale wasn’t quite tipsy yet, but his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and his blue eyes shone. It was an ironic beauty, an angel indulging in human pleasures.

Crowley was about to make a rather devastating rebuttal to Aziraphale’s opinions on the current Pope when Aziraphale suddenly stopped chattering and looked up. Crowley knew that look. He scanned the restaurant nervously in case the Heavenly message that Aziraphale was receiving said something like Be there in five, save us a table. Not that the other angels ever seemed to want to spend much time with Aziraphale, but—

“It’s not from Upstairs,” Aziraphale said, sounding curious. “It’s a human. Praying to me.”

“What, by name?” Crowley grinned, delighted. “Aziraphale. Do you have a cult?”

The angel immediately flushed a much brighter red. “What? Certainly not.”

“You sure? No devotees on their knees, lighting candles, venerating that greatest of angels, Guard of the Eastern Gate of—”

“Stop that. I do not have a cult. Just someone who needs help.” Aziraphale clunked his glass down on the table. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see what’s going on.”

Crowley clunked his glass down right next to Aziraphale’s. “I won’t excuse you. I’m coming too.”

Aziraphale glowered at him. “You are not. People who pray to angels do not wish to be visited by demons.”

“I know,” Crowley said with a smirk. “That’s what makes it so much fun. Anyhow, if it turns out you do have a cult, I can help scare them off for you. Your defeat at the hands of the Serpent of Eden would certainly dampen any overzealous admiration.”

“Oh, good Lord,” Aziraphale breathed. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

It was immediately clear, though, that there was no cult. Aziraphale’s miracle landed them in a dirty alleyway beside a solitary woman, groaning with pain. Aziraphale came to his knees beside her in the dust. Despite not appearing as an angel in glory, Aziraphale seemed to glow anyway, dressed all in white against the muck of the alley.

“Crowley, she’s in labor,” Aziraphale said. “Twins.”

“Where do you want to go?” Crowley asked.

“Anywhere clean.”

Crowley snapped his fingers this time and the three of them appeared in Crowley’s small, tidy room in the nearby village. Crowley knew where Aziraphale was staying in London— how he instinctively knew Aziraphale’s whereabouts was a bit of a mystery to Crowley, one he didn’t want to investigate very far (and Satan forbid he think on the question of why)— but heavenly guards were not meant to sleep, and Crowley guessed that Aziraphale would not have a bed.

Aziraphale held the woman easily in his arms, as if a fully pregnant human weighed not more than a cup of wine. Crowley remembered Aziraphale carrying him that time in Gaul, with the consecrated hill, and a not-entirely-unpleasant shiver went up his spine.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” Aziraphale said as he laid the woman down on Crowley’s bed. “You’re all going to be just fine.”

The woman grasped Aziraphale’s wrist. “Are you— are you really an angel?”

“You should turn your lights on,” Crowley advised.

Aziraphale looked up, and Crowley saw a deep sadness in his eyes, one that went all the way back to a street fight in Mesoamerica and a child frightened of an angel in glory.

“Just a little,” Crowley said. “Just your overhead maybe.”

Aziraphale still hesitated. Crowley found himself giving the angel a reassuring smile, and for some reason Aziraphale seemed to trust it. He closed his eyes a moment, and a glow grew around his head, bright and full as any angel’s halo, and yet different from any Crowley had ever seen: not white but gold, not cold but warm. Crowley had the unpleasantly undemonic thought that Aziraphale was even more beautiful with his halo shining than he had been when flushed with wine.

“Lowest setting,” Aziraphale said nervously. “What do you think?”

“Didn’t know it had a low setting.”

“Well, it does now.”

The woman in the bed seemed to calm as she gazed on the angelic glow. “I’m Aziraphale,” the angel said, taking her hand. “And I believe you are the first human ever to pray directly to me.”

The woman grimaced as a contraction gripped her. “I saw you in a book,” she gasped, when she could. “It had a picture of you in the Garden of Eden. Somebody told me your name and I never forgot it.”

Aziraphale was smiling now. “Oh, how lovely.”

Crowley smirked. “Was I in it?”

Aziraphale gave Crowley an amused glance. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it captured your best side, dear.”

“I tried—” The woman looked apologetic. “I prayed to God, but I don’t think He listened. I don’t blame Him. These children are by a man married to someone else. I just—” She looked down at their joined hands. “I’m sorry, but I thought that if you were a minor angel, then maybe you wouldn’t be so busy. That maybe you could spare a few moments for a fallen woman.”

Aziraphale’s eyes looked wet, but he gave no other sign of distress. “Don’t be afraid,” he said quietly. “You aren’t alone.”

Crowley had never seen a birth before. Aziraphale must have, because he didn’t seem surprised by all the noise and mess. Crowley planned to assist by staying out of the way, but Aziraphale firmly thwarted that by handing Crowley an infant. Crowley’s surprise must have been obvious because Aziraphale took the time to remind him that there was a second infant still coming.

The baby Crowley was holding was tiny and messy and very mad, which Crowley supposed made sense. After all, he had been somewhere warm and protected with his mother, and now he was somewhere cold and unfamiliar with a stranger. The baby’s hands were curled into little fists and he yelled much more loudly than Crowley would have guessed he could. Crowley summoned a blanket to wrap him securely and held him against his chest. After a moment, Crowley thought to give himself a heart beat, although he normally didn’t bother with one in his corporation. The baby seemed to respond to feeling it, which was to say that he yelled slightly less loudly.

After the second baby was delivered, the woman slumped back against the bed, exhausted. Aziraphale cleaned everything with a gentle miracle and looked over both infants carefully.

“Are they all right?” the mother asked anxiously.

Aziraphale smiled at her. “Perfectly.”

The woman started to cry, which she had not done during the birth. Aziraphale handed Crowley both infants without hesitation, as if he thought Crowley might somehow understand how to hold two infants at once, which he absolutely did not, but fortunately, he figured it out. Aziraphale put his arms around the mother and held her close.

“I was sure God would punish me,” the woman sobbed. “For being with a married man. No one I knew would help me, and I thought He was going to take my children.”

“God works in mysterious ways, and by an ineffable plan,” Aziraphale said, in such a pained voice that it cut through even the babies’ wails. “Don’t worry about mistakes that you think you’ve made. Just focus on your work, and those you love. That’s— that’s what I try to do, anyway.”

Aziraphale pressed a kiss to the top of the woman’s head and Crowley felt an angelic blessing echo through the room, which made his skin itch just when he didn't have hands free to scratch.

“There’s no need to fear,” Aziraphale said to the woman. “I’ll keep watch over you.”

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As Aziraphale and Crowley slowly fall in love over the millennia, Crowley discovers that Aziraphale is keeping a very dangerous secret.

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GREGORY: My my, this sure is a popular question, isn’t it?

GREGORY: I can’t see why any of you would be taking interest in that traitorous rat, though.

GREGORY: Running the others off to safety while we were trying to deal with business.

GREGORY: It’s bad enough with all of the ruckus he causes on a daily basis in Hell, now he’s choosing to do it on the overworld as well.

ESTELLA: Are you talking about Tweek, over there?

ESTELLA: That scraggly, disease-ridden manchild will surely get what is coming to him.

ESTELLA: I hope he enjoys the strain of problems he’s created for us.

GREGORY: There are people asking about him, can you believe it?

GREGORY: They-- ohoh, this is actually quite funny.

GREGORY: They think he’s from the land of the living, how charming.

ESTELLA: Heavens, that problematic boil on the under-fold of a old man’s neck wouldn’t stand a chance up here on earth.

GREGORY: Right?

GREGORY: Anyway-- to answer all of your questions...

GREGORY: He’s always been in Hell, right to his very upbringing.

GREGORY: He was hellborn, several years before the new era of Hell.

GREGORY: About ten or even years before I died, making him... eighteen or nineteen now, I believe?

GREGORY: All I recall is that his birthday is on Halloween.

GREGORY: Funny enough, Hell uses the same time system as earth does.

GREGORY: Though rather than two thousand... someodd... I don’t quite remember the year up here anymore-- it’s year ten of Era 2.

GREGORY: Sounds ridiculous, right?

GREGORY: Ahahah...

GREGORY: Anyways, where was I?

GREGORY: Oh, yes.

GREGORY: Tweek, unlike the rest of us, has never been to earth until now.

I remember running into him the first time, shortly after my death.

I believe when I first met him, I thought he was just some stupid kid who died too early to know what like was like on the surface.

He would be found headbutting rocks, gave me a strange look when I approached him, and would speak in a strange tongue I couldn’t understand at first.

Of course, I wouldn’t know what to say in response to something I did not know.

I’ve known a handful of languages from a young age, but his was unlike anything I’ve ever heard until I arrived in Hell.

At first I figured, maybe this was some language from a lost civilization, hundreds of years in the past? Perhaps age doesn’t work in Hell like it does in the land of the living?

This would be incorrect.

If I recall, I attempted to talk to him in my own language-- English, of course. I think I’d felt it too rude to try and leave while he was trying to have a conversation with me.

GREGORY: I can’t quite understand you...

GREGORY: Are you able to understand me?

TWEEK: ...

GREGORY: ...I’ll take your silence as a no.

GREGORY: I wonder where you’re from...

GREGORY: I’ve never heard such a language before.

I would try to seemingly no avail, so I felt my inclination to be true. For a few moments, that is. 

Looking back on this all, it’s a rather funny instance, though at the time I was utterly terrified when this next bit occurred--

I’d been so used to demons and ghouls and all sorts of hellish beings flying about in the skies, I hadn’t stopped to notice two individuals soaring my way from behind Tweek.

They would land to see me, surrounding him on either side. I remember this image very clearly in my head...

...because as a little kid, seeing two full grown adults, with a wingspan larger than myself at the time...

My lord, I was scared senseless.

They would look down at me, smiles on their faces. I figured them crazed, it didn’t look like they knew quite how to smile at first.

I expected them to speak the same language as the kid I had been talking to, considering how close and personal they seemed to be with him.

They addressed to me in full English that I had been talking to their son, though-- something I find rather interesting now, considering they would have had no idea exactly what language I would have spoken.

I suppose that’s a mystery I’ll solve another day.

MR. TWEAK: Hello!

MR. TWEAK: Can we help you?

MR. TWEAK: I see you’ve met our son!

MRS. TWEAK: He doesn’t get out much, you’re the first saved soul he’s ever seen...

They had a peculiar accent. I wouldn’t have been to describe it at the time, but now I can say with clear conscious that it is just one of many Hellish accents you’d find in Hell.

An accent from one who would have grown up speaking a specifically satanic language-- one that would commonly be known to English-speaking Hellspawn as, simply, demonic tongue or hellspeak. Myself fancying the latter.

They had seemed rather keen on being overly nice to me, where as most looks I’d gotten from those I’d later find out to be hellborn as well would be looks of disdain.

I had arrived in Hell a year after the previous ruler Satan had died and went to heaven, and merely months into a new era-- in which none would be damned to eternal torture.

I’d like to say I was lucky for dying at the time I did-- but I wasn’t.

I was just luckier than those who had died before this new era was enacted.

They were almost more threatening than the ones who would give me such wretched looks. They were almost trying too hard to be nice.

I could recognize their efforts though, however terrified I was at the time.

In turn, they could recognize my fear. So his mother would attempt to console me, something else I’ve never forgotten.

MRS. TWEAK: My my, dear...

MRS. TWEAK: You’re so brave...

MRS. TWEAK: There aren’t many souls who seem as sudden as yours who would care to talk to someone like our son...

GREGORY: ...

MRS. TWEAK: You seem scared and lost... and alone.

MRS. TWEAK: Do you have any known family down here?

GREGORY: ...I don’t... really know...?

MRS. TWEAK: That’s quite a shame...

MRS. TWEAK: I hope you can find them some day.

MRS. TWEAK: For now, though... as a mother, and an imp...

MRS. TWEAK: I’d love to welcome you to our home any time you feel like you need to get away from everything out here.

MRS. TWEAK: It’s hard in these times, I’m sure you could do with a friendly face or two.

She would tell me, without even knowing who I am, that I was welcome into her home.

I’ll admit I felt a little like a charity case in that moment, but she’d sensed I was all on my own at the time-- which I was.

Even though the torturing era of Hell was something I had missed, the four or five days I had spent alone, wandering hell to my own devices... everything I had experienced up until that point had been quite scary, to some degree.

I mean, I was still in Hell, what else would I have felt.

Her generosity and the father’s... attempt at a polite smile... had been the first somewhat comforting things I had felt since I had died.

His mother would then try to promote to me: Tweek, a potential friend.

MRS. TWEAK: Darling, were you talking to his young man?

MRS. TWEAK: Would you like to make friends with him?

MRS. TWEAK: Now now, dear, not so rude.

MRS. TWEAK: You know this language.

MRS. TWEAK: I know, you’re nervous...

MRS. TWEAK: This man is a nice fellow, though, I think he and you would make terrific friends...

She would reveal to me that he could in fact speak English, and really he was too shy to speak outside of his native tongue.

He didn’t quite look like somebody I would want to be friends with at the time, but with how nice his mother was and how lonely I felt, I was... reluctantly intrigued, to say the least.

However I remember finding his name quite silly-- it’s not even a common theme in Hell. His father’s name is Richard, goodness sake. They really had to regards when naming him, it seems.

TWEEK: Um...

MRS. TWEAK: Tell him your name, dear.

TWEEK: Tweek.

MRS. TWEAK: Tweek what?

TWEEK: My name is Tweek.

MRS. TWEAK: Good job!

MRS. TWEAK: Why don’t you try speaking to your new friend in a way you can both understand?

TWEEK: O-oh, um...

TWEEK: I-- I wanna poke your eyes out with my pitchfork, ugly.

GREGORY: ...

MRS. TWEAK: Ohohoh-- He doesn’t mean that. I promise you.

MRS. TWEAK: It’s the way of the old era, so please don’t mind him.

MRS. TWEAK: Tweek, why don’t you try being nice?

MRS. TWEAK: We’ve been practicing this, right?

TWEEK: When I grow up, and get my own torture chamber, I’ll let you be the first in it.

GREGORY: ...Nice to meet you too...?

GREGORY: My name is Gregory???

Tweek wasn’t very good at being nice when he was young. I disliked him, for a time, but put up with him because his mother was so nice.

However I learned it really just was the way he was raised. If you grow up in a world where your sole purpose is to trick and torture others, why wouldn’t you be taught to be so devilish?

He took a while to unlearn his habits, and he still has some issues now and then. On the other end, I’ve learned to understand him better.

Of course, my understanding of him right now is that he’d rather betray our entire friend group by running off with a bunch of humans than to stick with us-- people he knows.

It’s beyond ridiculous, offensive, and hurtful. I don’t know what his motives are in this instance, but he’s to have a good reason for all of this if he expects me to forgive him.

As for this question, I hope this quelled your curious minds once more. Tweek has always lived in hell, born and raised, and just barely over twenty four hours ago was his first breath of air on the surface.

I know I went on a bit of a rabbit trail, but I believe it paints a better picture of exactly why I’m friends with Tweek now.

I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if I had known him since he was even younger.

Would his parents have shown me the same hospitality?

Would he have been as rude? Would he have made me want to me more rude?

I wonder if he looked as stupid as all of the other implets running amok in hell when he was young...

Perhaps I’ll visit his parents soon and ask them just that-- maybe ask them for a young photo or two of him while I’m there.

I’m closer to them than I am him at this point, anyhow.

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‘Mammon visits MC in the human realm and Lucifer gets jealous’ Part 18/???

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Barbatos watched Diavolo intently, surprised at how calm he was. He wasn’t used to seeing his Lord hurt. “Indeed.” He spoke softly, “Is there anything I can get you, My Lord?”

“No.” Diavolo shook his head, “I wish to be alone. But please see to it that MC’s belongings are delivered to the house.”

“Right away, My Lord.”

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Lucifer entered the House of Lamentation with an incredibly sombre look on his face. After years of building up trust with Diavolo after he saved Lilith and took him in under a pledge, Lucifer had never felt so betrayed in all of his time as a demon. The last two years or so of knowing MC felt like a lie - Diavolo had deceived him all of this time.

As he went to make his way up the stairs, he was surprised to see Satan waiting for him sat on one of the steps. “Is it true?” The blond demon asked quietly as their eyes met. “Everything in the journal?”

“No - at least not anymore.” Lucifer sighed as he shook his head. One of his hands made their way up to his hair; he pushed his fingers through it as he furrowed his eyebrows. “He’s in love with her.”

“What?!” Satan exclaimed, standing up from the step. “I don’t know what’s worse: that he was planning to breed with her for his own benefit or that he manipulated her into living with him because he wanted her all to himself.”

“Me neither.” Lucifer let out a deep breath, “What’s important is she’s here with me now - Diavolo won’t see her again; not unless he wants me to tell her the truth.”

“And what about your pledge to him?” Satan asked, concerned that Diavolo may use this to exploit Lucifer.

“Pledge or no pledge, MC and the baby are my concern now.” Lucifer stated, “I don’t know what may come of my word to Diavolo after tonight but all my concern is right now is MC.”

“So you’re no longer hiding from your fears?” Satan asked quietly, eagerly waiting for Lucifer’s answer.

“No.” He shook his head, “I don’t want to risk losing her.”

For the first time Satan felt a sense of pride as he watched Lucifer from where he was stood. “So you finally got your head out of your ass?” He chuckled, making a joke out of the situation.

Lucifer shot him a glare momentarily but couldn’t defend himself. In all truth, he knew that Satan had played a big part of pushing him toward overcoming his fear. Throughout MC’s entire pregnancy, he’d consistently been Lucifer’s voice of reason - even if the eldest brother didn’t listen at times. He let out a sigh as he gazed at Satan. “Who else saw the journal?” He asked, remembering how Barbatos stressed that nobody else saw it other than him.

“Just me.” He nodded, “I made something up to Mammon.”

“So only you know?” Lucifer asked intrigued.

“That’s right.” Satan confirmed.

Once again, Lucifer felt relief wash through his body as Satan saved him. Caught up in his blooming pride for his supposed son, he stepped up to him, cautiously wrapping his arms around his body. The fourth eldest was completely startled when Lucifer pulled him into an embrace. He’d never shown his kind of affection to the other brothers let alone him.

“What are you doing?” Satan asked disgusted, “Please get off me.”

“Sorry.” Lucifer mumbled as he pulled away, “I just wanted to thank you.”

“Don’t waste your time doing that when MC’s up there waiting for you.” He shook his head, “We can talk later.”

Lucifer nodded before following his orders. As he began ascending the staircase, Satan’s eyes remained on him until he disappeared round the corner. A small smile tugged on his lips as he looked at his Father with admiration.

Making his way toward his bedroom, Lucifer expected to see MC inside where he left her. However, as he stepped through the door she was nowhere to be seen. Usually he wouldn’t panic - it was actually quite normal for MC to not be in her room as she was always caught up with one of the brothers. However, given the anxiety that filled his body over the thought that Diavolo would do whatever possible to take MC, Lucifer began to worry.

Stepping into the room, he sighed to himself. His heart was still racing after his confrontation with Diavolo. But before he could allow his mind to race, a voice interrupted him.

“Luci?” She called. Turning around on his heel, Lucifer gazed at MC as she stood in the doorway. “You’re back.” She smiled.

“MC.” He breathed stepping up toward her. She was surprised when he delicately placed a hand on her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“I am now.” He nodded, not removing his hand from her skin. “There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” He stated, not wasting any more time to be honest.

“Oh?” She asked somewhat intrigued, somewhat worried.

Taking her hand in his, he led her to the colossal bed in the middle of his room. Perching on the edge, she copied his actions. She could sense something was on his mind by the way his face hardened. Meeting her gaze, he spoke softly. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“How so?” She whispered, anticipating what he’d say next.

“Since you’ve come back to Devildom there have been times where you’ve felt that I’ve been avoiding you...” he began, MC nodding along, “When confronted by you about this, I put it down to being overloaded with work.” He explained, “But this wasn’t completely true.”

Stress began filling MC’s body as she feared what was to come next. Without giving him a chance to elaborate, she interrupted his speech. “So you had been avoiding me?” She asked hurt, “because of the baby...?”

Deep down she had always wondered if Lucifer really wanted the baby - she was given plenty of signs by him to lead her to believe he didn’t. However, her love for Lucifer always blinded her judgement of him.

“Yes.” He confirmed, immediately regretting his one worded answer as he saw the pained look in her eyes, “But it’s not because I don’t want it!” He spoke quickly, feeling flustered as he seemed to be digging himself a grave.

“Then why?” She asked quietly.

Lucifer hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to openly admit his fears to her? What if she saw him as a coward too and went running back to Diavolo?

‘You can’t keep thinking this way!’

“Because I’m scared.” He admitted shamefully. “Scared that I won’t be a good Father.”

MC was surprised at his words. She’d never consider Lucifer - a demon with such pride - to have doubts about himself. Analysing his fears, MC began to consider what made him feel this way.

“Because of Satan?” She asked softly, hitting the nail on the head.

“I already messed up being a parent once...what happens if I do again?” He asked her, “Especially considering this time the baby is with you. For a long time Satan absolutely loathed me - what if I repeat history and our baby hates me?”

“I don’t think you can compare the two.” She tried to reason.

“That’s exactly what Satan said.” He almost broke a smile.

“So you’ve talked to him about this?” MC asked surprised.

“He’s the one who’s been encouraging me to face my fears this entire time believe it or not. I suppose he realises our relationship can’t be saved but perhaps the one I have with his younger brother or sister can be. He’s helped me see the bigger picture.”

MC felt upset that Satan had been helping all of this time, even though it may bring him more pain.

“What eventually made you change your mind?” She asked, intrigued by his answer.

“The fear of losing you.” He nodded, “That’s been made clear to me now.” He spoke ambiguously but MC didn’t question it.

“Luci...” she breathed, clasping one of his hands in hers, “You realise you could have told me this from the beginning and I’d never have judged you for it, don’t you?”

“You know me MC.” He sighed frustrated, “I’m furious enough at myself for even having these fears. Just having them is enough to hurt my pride let alone admitting them.”

“I understand.” She nodded, “I only wish you swallowed your pride sooner - I’ve missed you over these months.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He sighed, rubbing her knuckle gently with his thumb, “But you’re here with me now - our baby brought you back to me. I’m not going to let you leave again whether or not I have a pledge to somebody.” He declared, moving his hand to rest on her huge bump. “I’m not going to hide from this any longer.”

She smiled at him as he rubbed her belly admirably. “I’m glad you’re not.” MC smiled, “I was beginning to think Diavolo would have to be with me giving birth because you’d have too much paperwork!” She laughed, attempting to make a joke. Only she didn’t realise how inappropriate it was at that time.

“Diavolo doesn’t need to worry about you or the baby any more - you’re both my concern now.” He stated with a serious face.

Leaning into his body, MC rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes dear.” She joked.

Still with his hand on her, Lucifer turned his face to plant a kiss on her head. “I’m so happy you’re here.” He whispered against her.

“Me too.” She smiled up at him.

Gazing into each other’s eyes, Lucifer leaned forward. He pressed a very long awaited kiss on her lips as he held her body tight. His whole body melted under her touch as all of his stress lifted away as his lips moulded with hers. With his heart racing fast, his stomach did flips as their kiss took him back to the first and only night they spent together. The night that brought them back to each other.

As their lips parted, both of them had a warm smile on their faces. Lucifer hadn’t felt so overwhelmed with happiness in a long, long time. Beaming at her, he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek once more.

“I can’t wait until he or she is here.” He admitted, unable to believe he was saying the words.

A sheepish looked crossed MC’s face as she quickly turned away. Holding a hand on her bump, she met his eyes as her cheeks grew red. “She.” MC whispered, “You can’t wait until she is here.”

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@petitefeu and I thought you deserved some fluff after all of the angst we’ve given you over the past few chapters!

Question is...will Lucifer keep to his word? Will Diavolo admit to MC how he feels about her? Will Asmo get to swoon over Diavolo’s demon form again?

Find out next time on dragon ball z ‘Mammon visits MC in the human realm and Lucifer gets jealous’!

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Love Is The Biggest Spell : Chapter Five

A/N : Chapter five is here. This chapter should have been posted on Halloween lol but never mind. Hope you like this chapter. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Warlock Tom Holland x half mortal reader

Summary : Witches are forbidden to fall in love with mortals. But what if your long lost love returns to you as a mortal, can you defy your heart? Any spell any magic seems useless in front of the magic of love. Let’s join our lovers in their magical conquest beyond life and death as they fight for their love unravelling dark mysteries of the past along their way.

Warnings : mild language, witchy stuff.

Mini Playlist : Can't help falling in love with you

After you had your breakfast Tom drove you to college. You were walking to your classroom. 

"Y/N!" You heard the voice you despise the most right now call out to you. You didn't look back and quickened your pace. 

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N hey wait please." Cole ran to you grasping your wrist. 

"Leave my hand, Cole!" You yanked your hand away from him. 

"Y/N just listen to me for once I can explain." he pleaded. 

"What more do you have to explain, Cole? That you were making out with me but magically it turned out to be someone else."

"Yeah exactly." 

"Cole can you just stop now. I'm not going to judge your life choices but I hope you enjoyed sucking her mouth." 

"Y/N please you can't do this to me."

"Umm mate I think Y/N made it quite clear that she doesn't want to talk to you." Tom intervened. 

"Listen dude let's just not pretend that this isn't the best day of your life. So please stay out of this"

"Cole! You can’t talk to him like that.” 

"A guy showed you a little affection for one night and now he is the good guy. So typical of you Y/N." you were literally hurt by his words.

"You know what Cole? I was actually thinking of forgiving your not so sorry ass but now I'm so over that thought, we are done for good Cole!"

"C'mon Tom let's go." You stormed off dragging Tom with you by his wrist to the library. 

You slumped down on the seat as Tom took the opposite seat to you 

"I can't believe Cole would say that! I'm an attention seeker? Seriously?!" You seethed. 

"How did you guys even fall in love?" Tom asked out of courtesy though he had no interest in knowing that. 

"You know childhood best friends it was like we owed to date each other." you shrugged.

"Maybe we can do something to divert your attention?" 

"And what is that?" 

"Finish our assignment I guess that's still pending." 

"Seriously?" you gave a disinterested look. 

"What? That is much better than talking about your douchebag boyfriend, ex boyfriend" 

"Yeah maybe some witchy stuff can help keep me distracted." you walked to the shelves and pulled out some books and placed them on the desk with a loud thud. You picked up a book and were turning over some pages in a book and stumbled upon something as you frowned. 

"What’s Dark Baptism?" 

"Huh oh it's a sort of ceremony. The Dark Baptism is the most sacred, unholy sacrament the witches practiced for centuries. The oldest of their rites. A novice witch signs his or her name in the Book of the Beast, and gives the Dark Lord dominion over their soul and in exchange he gives them unlimited power and eternal youth." Tom explained. 

"Huh what’s the use of such powers if I have to give up my freedom of will?" you scoffed. 

"It’s the only one of several possible interpretations, see like all religions have symbolic gestures and demand sacrifices right?" 

"Signing the Book of the Beast is more like a pledge to abide by the devil's commandments." 

"But the Dark Lord aka Satan is the embodiment of evil." You state. Tom corrects you immediately. 

"As per texts he is the embodiment of free will and that he goes beyond the mere concepts of good and evil and the infernal punishment of the "False God"."

"So what about Hell?" you ask.

"If you accept the Dark Lord's gifts, then you won't die for a long time and Hell is for mortals. In exchange for their service and devotion, witches are exempt from the eternal flames of damnation." Tom explains. 

"That's some crazy ass bullshit." You laugh it off. 

"But you seem to have quite in-depth knowledge about these things. Do you happen to practice witchcraft in secret?" you narrowed your eyes. 

"Maybe, who knows" he shrugs." Why are you so invested in knowing all this?" he counter questioned you. 

"Nothing just general curiosity that's it." You shrug. 

"General curiosity or is it about the visions or nightmares whatever you have." Tom smirked.

"Who-who told you.." You stutter. 

"Jane told Harrison and he told me."

"Those are just some stupid dreams that's all."

"Or may be not, maybe you are a psychic or a witch "

“Ha ha very funny.”

"Okay leave all that." Tom cleared his throat. 

"Hey I know it would be really inappropriate for me to ask you. You know you can totally say no."

''Hey it's okay we are friends now c'mon spill it out." you held his hand reassuringly.

"Umm my mother seems to have liked you a lot the day you stopped by our house and wants me to invite you to our Halloween party. It's kind of a spooky themed business gala. "

"Your mother likes me or you?" you narrowed your eyes with a sly smirk.

"No I swear my mom told me to invite you." Tom flustered.

"Okay then tell your mom that I would love to go."

"Oh thanks." Tom’s eyes lit up like a child.

"And by the way if you want me to be your date just ask." You winked. 

"It's - it's nothing like that." he stuttered. 

"Relax anyways I'm single now." you giggled.

"So what are you divs doing?" Harrison dropped in between your conversation.

"Nothing just getting ready for my dark baptism." You chuckled though Harrison gave a mortified look as he exchanged glances with Tom. Who shook his head dismissively to let him know he hasn't said anything. 

“Uh okay..have you seen Jane anywhere?" 

"Why do you also need some attention?" You joked lazily placing a hand on Harrison's shoulder and instantly backed off with a light gasp. 

"You okay?" Harrison asked looking at your horrified expression.

"Yeah, yeah I'm-I’m  fine." you stammered blinking your eyes.

"I'll go and find Jane." You walked away huskily. 

…….........

Agatha and Zendaya visited a farm to purchase a black goat to be used for sacrifice during your dark baptism in the woods. 

"What is on your mind mother? A few days ago you wanted that half breed dead but now you are here arranging for her dark baptism. I don't understand any of this."

"Well you three failed in your task and I'm grateful to Satan for that this time because I recently found out she is the key to perform the spell by which our coven will gain infinite powers."

"What spell?"

"For now you don't need to know more than this. Just remember that girl needs to be protected."

…………..

It's 31st of October and you are officially 25. You were at the cafe as Jane came in all bubbly and chirpy.

“Happy Birthday babe!!!” Jane exclaimed, giving you a tight hug.

“Thank you babe.” Tom and Harrison dropped in after sometime.

“Isn’t it your birthday day? Why the hell are you working today?”. 

“Because it’s my birthday.”

"Well somebody has got the whole concept of birthday wrong." tom quipped.

“Here we brought something for you.” He placed a cake box on the table.

“Jane dear can you arrange this for us please.” Harrison asked her sweetly.

“Of Course will.”

“Seriously guys you didn’t have to do this.” Jane was quick to arrange the cake on a tray with some candles and placed it in front of you. You blow out the candles as they sing for you.

“Thank you so much guys.” your heart swelled in happiness.

“We would have loved to stay but we have another party to arrange so see you girls in the evening.” Harrison said.

“I'll pick you up at seven.” Tom informed you softly.

“Will be waiting.” You smiled. After they left you turned to Jane. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Yeah what?" 

"What do you know about Harrison? Apart from he's a sex God. His family and life." you snickered.

"Umm they are rich, business partners with the Hollands. Loves his mom and sister a lot. Why?" 

"Nothing, you are my best friend just don't want you to fall for the wrong guy. I finally learnt my lesson. Heh." You chuckled slowly. 

“Don’t worry babe if he does something bad I’ll give you the privilege of kicking his ass.” She laughed and went to the back of the shop. 

Now how will you tell her that when you touched him you had one of your stupid visions. You saw blood, pentacles, human skulls, it felt so inauspicious the darkness engulfing you. Your eyes went to the blown out birthday candles and you suddenly remembered about the night where the candle caught fire on it’s own. Then you recalled Tom saying that you may be psychic and you suddenly got the idea of testing the fact.

"This is all a hoax, I'm not psychic nor a witch. I was drunk and was seeing things." you said to yourself and took a deep breath.

"Well here goes to nothing." You focused on them but nothing happened. 

"Huh, definitely a hoax" you blew out your cheeks and turned to do your work. But when you turned around again to your surprise each and every candle was lit up magically. You exhaled deeply, frowning.

……………

Reaching home you went to your room and saw a big gift box kept on your bed. You took the lid off the box to find an expensive black dress with a note. 

Happy Birthday Y/N. Will be really happy if you wear this tonight.  Love T. H

You smiled and held out the dress in front of you admiring it in the full length mirror in your room, it was the most exquisite thing you have ever seen. The soft silky fabric with intricate lace work was literal work of art. You changed into the dress and decided to let your hair down for tonight with minimal jewelry and makeup. 

Meanwhile Tom and Harrison were getting ready in their finest tux for the gala and your baptism. 

"You really gifted her the wedding dress." 

"Well it's an important night for her she will be turning into a complete witch and hopefully her memories will come back after that." Tom said, fixing his cufflinks. 

"You ready son?" Nikki walked into his room. 

"Yes mother." Nikki could see in his eyes that something was bothering him. 

"Don't worry I talked to your father and I will be presenting your dear Y/N for her baptism." Tom's eyes lit up hearing the news. It's usually the mother who presents her child for the baptism but your mother will not be able to attend it so the whole thing of who will be presenting you was bugging him for a while. And hearing that his mother is going to do that relieved him. 

"Really mother! Thank you so much." 

"I’m really happy that you’re finally going to be happy in your life son." 

Tom was there to pick you up sharp at 7. You stepped out of your house as you saw him waiting for you leaning against his car. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You literally looked like an angel he thought.

"You look gorgeous, love."

"Thank you, you look surprisingly dapper too." 

"Thank you." 

"But you didn't have to buy me such an expensive dress. The whole night now I will be so self conscious of not ruining the dress."

"I will buy you a new one don't worry."

"Ha ha not happening again. Now let’s go"

He opened the door of the car for you as you sat inside the car. You reached his place in an hour and stepped out of the car holding his hand as he led you inside. 

You walked into the ballroom and your breath was caught at the grandeur. You’d never been in a space that made you feel so small–or so plain. Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake. And it wasn’t just the ballroom–the women sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before you, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine.

"Whoa dude am I supposed to be a part of this gala? I mean just look at all the people around." you gave out a nervous laugh.

"You were always supposed to be here Y/N."

You are immediately greeted by Jane and Harrison.

“Hey you made it!” Jane hugged you and your dress caught her eyes.

“Damn girl now that’s a one of a kind ball gown.” She giggled as you blushed.

“Only for the one of a kind girl.” Tom snickered.

You, Tom, Harrison and Jane then hit the dance floor, slow music playing.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

You clasped on to his hand placing another hand on his shoulder blade as he did the same. You began moving back and forth waltzing around the ballroom. Spinning and circles and shuffling your feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was paradise, but even more so when your eyes met.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you

His eyes were chocolate brown, which made your knees buckle and your lips quiver. He narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a small chuckle. Your dress was getting in the way and your heels were making you clumsy or you were actually clumsy around him. He noticed your discomfort and changed his stance making it easier for you to follow. His grip tightened on your hand giving it a comforting squeeze making your heart skip a beat.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes

You swayed to the music, bodies so close, his hand still grasping yours. This was perfect as if time stood still, your gaze filled with burning desires as he looked down to your slightly parted lips. Tom was trying to get a read on you as you looked at you longingly. You could feel your cheeks burning and you knew you're blushing on the outside which only made his smile grow wider.

Some things are meant to be So take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

He dropped your hand but before you could frown he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your body even more closer. His kind, smiling face met yours as you felt his sweet, warm breath fanning your face. Your breath hitched all that brooding, pining and longing stares just for this magical moment. Out of instinct you tilted your face a little, closing your eyes. But instead Tom knelt down to your ear  and whispered.

“Parere mandatis meis.” You opened your eyes with a vacant gaze as if someone robbed you of your emotions and reasoning. You stood there like a living statue. 

"Y/N now listen to me carefully you are going to do whatever I say okay?" 

"Yes." You nodded in a mechanical fashion. Agatha walked towards you.

"Is she ready?" 

"Yes Lady Layman”

"Good then bring her to the altar." 

“Was the hypnosis necessary?”

“You got a better idea to make your non believer half witch willingly go through her baptism?” Agatha quipped.

“No” He answered lowly.

“Then bring her outside fast midnight is approaching, the blood moon will appear soon.” She ordered.

The party moves outside, where the moon is at its fullest and begins to turn red. With midnight approaching, everyone rushes off into the woods. Tom took you to a gate burning with blue flames, you pass through the blue flames unharmed and arrive at your baptism, where the Holland's, Osterfield's, Layman's, and many other important delegates are in attendance. 

"All this grandeur for a half breed's baptism, how pathetic is that?" Zendaya quipped, rolling her eyes. 

The priest assigned for your baptism arrived at the altar.

"Welcome daughter of Night" 

"Who presents this girl for unholy baptism?" He reckons.

"I do." Nikki states. 

"We are gathered here in these woods in the presence of our dark lord, with all the souls, the living and the dead, of our coven

the most unholy church of dark." He addresses. 

"Kneel child." You kneel in front of him in your trance. 

The priest smears blood over your forehead and read you your rights and demands your loyalty.

"There is no law beyond. Do what thou wilt." He states. 

"Our dark lord asks - 

" Would you like to be happy child, to be free?" 

"Free to love and to hate? To be what nature meant you to be, true to her laws and yourself only?" you stay numb Tom takes the initiation. 

"Say yes Y/N." 

"Yes, father." You say as you were told. 

"Do you believe in Lucifer, the archangel, who preferred the loss of Heaven to that of his pride?" 

"Yes, father." 

"In exchange for this belief, you shall be granted powers that will enable you to be of service to the dark lord." 

"Y/N Warren are you willing to forsake the path  of light and follow the path of night wherever it may lead you?" 

"I am" 

"And are you willing to place our dark lord above all others in your life, be it your loved ones, friends, family." you pause for a moment but under the hypnosis spell even if you wanted to but you couldn't make your own decisions. 

"I ...am" 

"Then it's time to sign his book." The weather started to deteriorate as strong winds started to blow and thunder rumbling at a distance could be heard. 

Meanwhile at your home your mother was turning restless with the sudden change in the weather she ran to your Aunt Rose's room. 

"Rose what's happening?"

"It's about time Martha." Rose says coldly. 

"What do you mean? Where is Y/N?" Martha panicked. 

"Don't worry she will be fine but for some people this is the beginning of their end"

"Mom what's happening?" Erica came running too. 

"Oh Erica you are here can you fetch me the ancestral calcified bowl." Erica did as she was told. 

"Martha give me the ashes of Amber." She handed over a bottle of ash as Rose poured it in the bowl. She lit the candles around the bowl with her magic and chanted. 

"Here and now 

I evoke the elemental force of Fire

the flames of creativity and passion

dancing source of heat, light and life. 

I seek the flowing forge within

I call you forth to burn away

All that impedes my highest vision

And to enact change in the world

Lightning and hearth

Hearth and forge

Fire, I call thee hence" 

Rose focused on the ashes in the bowl as flames erupted in it. 

"Y/N wake up, recognize your true self" 

“Phasmatos Incendia Ignis absumet Ignarious. Ignarious! Ignarious Ignalusa”

Meanwhile you were standing at the altar and an ancient book was kept open on the flat stone in front of you. The priest took a knife and made an incision on your hand as a drop of blood flowed down from the cut on the page. Tom was behind you as the priest signalled him to proceed; he took your hand with the pen to sign your name in the book. Just when you were about to sign the Dark Lord’s Book of the Beast with your blood, Rose's invocation ritual broke the hypnosis spell on you and you were snapped out of your trance. The fog that clouded your mind got lifted as you felt light headed. It took awhile for you to process what was happening around you. 

"You swear to obey without any question any order you may receive from tHe dark lord, or from any figure He placed in authority over you." 

"In signing you swear to give your mind, body, and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of the designs of our lord satan." The priest went on.

"No!!" You yanked your hand away from Tom's grasp. 

"What do you mean no child?" the priest frowned. 

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?!" You looked around in confusion. 

"Tom what's going on? Where's Jane?!" you look at him with panic stricken eyes. 

"Y/N,love, listen to me this is for your own good just complete the ritual" 

"Is this some kind of Halloween prank because it's not funny."

"You think you are sick with some neural disease that is why you can't feel warmth. Y/N don't you understand that you are not human." Tom tried to make you understand.

“Tom why are you so up to prove that I’m some sort of psychic?”

''You are a smart girl Y/N don't tell me the visions you get doesn't seem real? That you didn't light up a candle just by focusing your mind on it." agatha quipped.

"You are a half witch Y/N magic runs in your blood and to reach your full potential you have to submit to our Dark Lord" 

"Whatever I maybe there is another path for me. A third way. And even if there isn't, my name is Y/N Warren, and I will not sign it away!" you stated. 

"If you don't complete the ritual then you have to face the wrath of the dark lord." Agatha warned. 

"The only thing I'm gonna do is to get away from you jackass people."

The coven tries to stop you from escaping as everyone chanted in unison. 

“Crescere arbor” 

While you attempt to escape you become entangled in magical possessed vines which held you to your place.

"Why can't I move?" you struggled to free yourself. 

"You're not leaving unless and until you complete the ritual."

Suddenly the stone of your antique necklace starts glowing, emitting a reddish orange aura which just grew in intensity as time passed blinding your eyes. A sudden rage started to grow inside trying to burst out. 

Your body was shaking imminently as the blazing inferno coursing inside you was becoming too much for your body to handle. You forced your eyes open and a chill ran down the spines of everyone present for the ceremony. You irises appeared like burning coals of fire. 

They flashed with anger, a burning animosity growing in your amber orbs. Tom couldn't recognize you anymore you appeared to be a totally different person. 

Flares started erupting from your hands soon turning into flames ready to engulf anyone that came in your way. The flames spread to the magical vines holding you as they were burned into ashes setting you free. You gasped as you looked at your hands on fire. 

"What's happening?! What did you guys do to me?!" You panicked. 

"Y/N, love calm down. Just try to control it"

"I can't!!'' You growled 

"I can help, just let me help you Y/N" 

"No! Don't come near me." You warned with a hoarse voice. A ring of fire formed around you.

"Tom do something or she will burn down the whole forest." Harrison said in panic. 

''You've nothing to fear no one will do you any harm."

"Just calm down and everything will be fine. Close your eyes and focus, love"

You closed your eyes taking in measured breaths trying to calm yourself. It worked as the raging inside you dissipated. Your hands were no more on fire. 

"Suctus Incendia" everyone chanted in unison and the fire died down. 

You on the other hand felt weak and drained out as you collapsed on the ground unconscious. 

…………………………………………………………………..

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HEy Dude/person/amazing writer, I had a tiny lil prompt/idea for a story that I would love for you to try... I don't even know if you would consider it but basically Crowley has a terrible dream where 'Zira dies in his arms (idk if this is pre/post apocalypse) and when he wakes up there's concern and a bit of cocoa (author's choice for what happens). Anyway I love all your fics (I binge-read all of them last weekend) and please continue your amazing work. Much love, ur Canadian pal Emma

WELL. Turns out I wanted to try this very much. So thank you!!

CW for a very grim nightmare (T rated for physical pain, emotional pain, and apparent MCD). Nightmare hurt/comfort.

(Also partly inspired by yesterday’s @goodomenscelebration prompt, “Through the Ages”)

--

The Forgetting Place

Crawley only ever had one nightmare.

Humans dreamt of falling, dropping from an undefined height, jerking awake at the last second to land, safe but terrified, on their beds.

Not Crawley.

His nightmare started with the landing, the pain of it, limbs shattering against the stone floor. He always began with his face in the dirt, on his stomach. Blind in the darkness, doubled over with hunger. Usually screaming.

They didn’t hear him.

There was always a they.

Far above, voices echoing down the long, long stone-lined drop. Clamoring but indistinct.

When he managed to roll onto his back, which wasn’t always, he could see the walls stretching up, up for eternity, the opening high above smaller than his thumb, but the light of it blindingly bright still.

They were feasting up there. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was certain, a feast that went on forever as he writhed in pain, starving, begging for a scrap, begging for relief, anything.

He was never hungry in reality, but in his nightmare the hunger never ceased, gnawing, aching, growing inside him as he twisted and howled at the bottom of the well.

He thought of it as a well for a long time; only much later did he learn the word for it.

Oubliette.

--

He didn’t have the nightmare every time he slept. If he did, he’d never sleep again.

But when it came, it was always the same.

Little changes. Different bones broken. Different spots in the tiny cell. Sometimes there were spikes, if he’d been really stressed about something.

But always, the diners above carried on, ignoring his cries.

And why not? What was he but garbage, cast aside, discarded, gone from sight and soon forgotten?

Oubliette.

The forgetting place.

--

Crawley didn’t remember when the first change appeared. Some time after Eden, which didn’t narrow it down since that was when time began.

He rolled over, looked up. And someone looked back.

--

Someone, please. He begged in the dream. Never seemed to be able to stop himself.

I’m still alive down here! Please! Help me!

The pangs of hunger twisted in him. His stomach didn’t growl, it was far beyond that, just a long unending pain through his gut.

God, Satan, Someone! Please! I’m starving! Please!

And then, one night, as that distant face gazed at him, something tumbled down. Small. Glinting just a little in the light.

It bounced against the walls, ricocheting from one side to the other, again and again, to land with a crunch somewhere in the corner.

The face disappeared.

Ignoring the scream in his limbs, both legs broken this time, one arm as well, he forced himself back onto his stomach, searched the pitch shadows for any sign of the object.

There. A patch of darkness that was a little less black.

He wriggled towards it for an eternity, arm reaching, straining, until it finally touched something other than hard, smooth stone slick with Crowley’s blood.

Rough on one side, silky on the other, the curve inside glittering with faint opalescence.

An oyster shell.

--

For a thousand years, they tumbled down, the cast-offs of the feast.

A chicken bone.

Shattered nut shells.

A sprinkling of wine, so dispersed he could only just taste it pressing his tongue to the stone.

More garbage, thrown down to be forgotten beside him.

Or, perhaps, a gift. An offering. A lifeline.

A spark of hope in the darkness.

It should have made the nightmare easier to bear. But it did not.

There was a reason the Greeks considered hope an evil.

--

Every time the dream began, he fell anew, his bones freshly broken. Yet at the same time, he could remember all the torment of the thousands of years before.

So, this time, as he twisted his broken spine until his eyes found the light above, he searched for that distant face, for the scraps of food thrown to him.

Instead, another body fell beside him, landing with a crunch, and a scream.

What’s happening? Where am I? Help! Someone help me!

Crowley tried to turn towards the voice, but his back was too far gone. He strained his neck leaning back tear-filled eyes.

He knew that voice.

Aziraphale!

Can anyone hear me? Help! HELP! Oh, God, please, his voice broke into sobs, I’m down here, help me!

Crowley screamed his name, over and over, pressed his limbs to the ground, ignored the pain as he moved, inch by negligible inch, across the endless, endless floor.

--

Crowley woke up with a gasp, hands reaching out, still trying to grasp the pale form in the dark. But there was nothing, no one in the room but him.

As always, he had to command his heart to stop hammering, remind his lungs how to breathe, in then out. Had to fight the feeling that something was wrong, that reality was shifting. That the dream was the truth and this the lie.

But this time, he had more to contend with than the memories of his own screams.

Barely pausing to dress – tunic, shoes, cloak, more than enough for the middle of the night – he tore through the streets of London. It was only his third time in the city since its founding. Still wasn’t sure he liked it – even less in the midst of a storm, rain pouring around him, thunder echoing across the land – but it had made a good meeting spot to discuss certain points of future business. Certain Arrangements.

The rooms Aziraphale rented were on the other side of the city.

He collapsed against the door, hammering on it, choking for air amidst the slashing raindrops. “Angel! Aziraphale! Can you hear me? Aziraphale!”

The door swung open, and he very nearly collapsed onto the soft figure within, blue eyes blinking in the low glow of the fire. “What – what are you playing at?” Aziraphale’s face collapsed into a scowl. “We agreed not to meet again for the rest of the year.”

Crowley ignored that, grasped the tunic, soaking wet fingers sinking into the soft white wool. Of course Aziraphale was fully dressed in the middle of the night, as if he may be summoned to the king’s court any moment.

“Are you…” The angry frown softened into something more like concern. “My dear fellow, are you alright? What happened?” He leaned out the door, glancing up the street, trying to penetrate the gloom. “Did someone…contact you?”

It seemed foolish now. Obviously, obviously not, but he had to be sure.

“Aziraphale did you…do you…” He swallowed, gripped Aziraphale’s tunic a little tighter. “Do you ever have nightmares?”

“Nightmares? I never dream at all, that I can recall, and I hardly ever sleep.”

“But did you – I mean…” Get a grip, Crowley. “When was the last time you slept? Not tonight?”

“Good lord, no, not for at least forty years.” A soft hand landed atop Crowley’s, gently pulling it free, clasping it. The fingers of the other hand stroked Crowley’s knuckles. “Are you alright, dear? Do you…wish to speak of it?”

He had never, ever spoken of it before.

A streak of lightning cracked the sky, and the thunder chased after it.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Crowley pulled his hand free. “I was just…I just…” He tugged at his unbelted tunic, pulled his cloak more tightly around his shoulders.

“Are you…having second thoughts? About the Arrangement?”

In the darkness, a voice screamed for help, begging, pleading, but only in Crowley’s mind.

“What? No.” He scoffed, tossing his head. “Not a chance. You – Angel – you’re the one with the doubts.”

“Only because – Oh, I know you think me a fool, but I know what they would do to you if they found out.”

He was a fool, of course. There was nothing they could do to Crowley that they hadn’t already done. He was, in a twisted way, completely safe.

It wasn’t what they could do to him that scared Crowley now.

--

Aziraphale! Aziraphale! I’m right here!

Oh, God, somebody help! Help me, please! I can’t – I can’t breathe – my ribs – Help me!

They’d fallen at the same time tonight. Crowley reached, grasped, pulled himself across the floor, inch by pain-wracked inch. Not even three feet separated them, but it may as well have been the length of the universe.

Please! Please! I’m down here! I don’t know – Please! I’m still here! Help me!

Crowley strained his arm, but it still fell short. Aziraphale! Right here, just – just reach for my hand, I’m right here!

But no matter how he called, Aziraphale never heard him.

Finally, Crowley threw back his head and howled. You bastards! You fucking animals! He’s one of you! He doesn’t belong down here! Take him back!

The diners up above never hesitated in their meal.

--

Over the centuries, the dream changed very little.

Sometimes Aziraphale begged for help, for food, for a thought from his compatriots above.

Other times he whimpered in pain, in hunger, in loneliness.

Every time, a little weaker.

Every time, Crowley landed three feet away, but they may as well have been trapped in different cells, a continent apart.

Lying there, seeing the pain on his best friend’s face, watching the angelic glow drain from his body, was the worst torment Crowley had ever suffered.

--

One night, Aziraphale crashed to the ground, and made no sound at all.

Angel?

The hand stirred in the darkness, but nothing else moved.

Paralyzed from the ribs down, Crowley pressed his hands to the floor propelling himself forward. Centimeter by centimeter.

Aziraphale. I’m…I’m here…

The head turned to face him. Blue eyes glazed, distant, unfocused. He coughed, blood leaking from his mouth. C…Crowley…?

Yes! Oh, Someone, yes, it’s me. I’m here. I’m here, Aziraphale!

I can’t… he coughed again. Can’t see you. The hand fumbled vaguely. Are you…?

Crowley reached, but was still too far away. I’m coming, Angel. Hold on. Hands pressed again to the slick stone, another push.

They aren’t coming for me. Not ever. Aziraphale’s lips twitched. I think I don’t exist anymore.

Crowley flung out his hand, his own cracked and broken nails falling just short of Aziraphale’s, still well-manicured after all this time. No, no, you’re here. I’m here. Just hold on.

I’m sorry, Crowley. I can’t…I don’t…

He could see the life fading from those eyes.

No! NO! One more push and he was past the hand, reaching for the white robes, probably stained with the blood and the mud and the filth of the hole, but he grabbed them, pulled Aziraphale to him –

Already cold.

--

Crowley woke up screaming.

Aziraphale lifted his eyes from his book, frowning with concern in the soft glow of his angelic light. “My dear fellow, whatever is the matter?”

“No – I – I –” Crowley kicked the blankets aside, squirmed across the bed, pressing himself against Aziraphale, until he could feel his warmth, his heartbeat, fingers burrowing into that tartan flannel.

“Crowley…”

“Here…” he gasped holding on as tightly as he could. He never cried while awake, but his voice felt close to breaking. “’M here, Angel. Right here. I just…I’m…”

After a moment, the soft slide of a book placed on the bedside table.

And two arms, strong as steel, soft as clouds, warm as a summer’s day, wrapped around Crowley.

“Hush now, dear. It’s alright. I’m right here.”

--

“It was just a dream,” Crowley said, though he still hadn’t let go of Aziraphale’s hand. “Bad dream, but…you don’t need to fuss.”

“Nonsense.” Rain tapped on the kitchen windows as the kettle finished its boil. “Anything that scared you so badly is worth fussing over. Though I will need this hand to finish making you cocoa.”

“Don’t need cocoa,” he muttered, staring at the black mug with the coiled-serpent handle. But he didn’t need to see the angel’s face to know how those eyebrows were raised. Groaning, he let go of the hand, instead wrapping his arms around Aziraphale’s soft middle, burying his face in the back of his shoulder.

“That’s a little better,” Aziraphale chided, voice gentle.

Even in the middle of the night, their cottage was bright, warm, open – everything the pit in his dream was not. No sound but that of the rain outside. Cozy was not something Crowley would ever admit to wanting, but right now, he soaked it all in, shivering despite the hot mug in his hands.

Aziraphale led him to the sofa, settling down in the corner, and held his arms wide. Crowley slowly sat beside him, still hesitant, still waiting for it to hurt again, for it to all go dark.

Until he leaned back into that bottomless warmth, felt those arms twine about him, pulling him close, keeping him safe.

“Now, why don’t you tell me about it?”

Crowley shook his head.

“Come on, dear. I’m sure –”

“Doesn’t matter. It wasn’t real.” He took a sip of the cocoa. Just a quick cup of the cheap stuff with hardly a dash of milk, but it wasn’t bad.

Aziraphale tutted, but instead of complaining, he asked, “Do you just want to sit here for a bit? Not talk of anything?”

Crowley nodded. Aziraphale settled in a little more comfortably, pressing his lips to the back of Crowley’s head, and didn’t say another word.

Another sip of the cocoa. Really, not bad at all. It was like ambrosia. Food for the gods at an unending feast.

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “I only ever have one nightmare…”

--

It seemed to take hours to tell, but at the same time there was little to say. It helped that he wasn’t looking Aziraphale in the eye, instead staring out the rain-streaked window, at the ghostly shapes of the rosebushes tossing in the wind.

“You never said anything,” Aziraphale finally managed.

“Nh. Wasn’t real. Nothing to talk about, is there?”

“Crowley.” A hand brushed through his hair. “You’ve been watching me die by inches for a thousand years. How is that nothing to talk about?” A shrug. “And you say it’s one continuous dream?”

“Yuh. I fall in fresh every time, but the rest is…yeah.”

“And…next time?”

Crowley shrugged, feeling his shoulders glide across Aziraphale’s chest. “Same as ever. Trapped in an oubliette. Alone. Forgotten. It’s never going to change.”

“What about me? Where will I be next time you have this dream?”

Crowley sat up, pulling himself away from the warmth, letting the cold air wake him with a slap of reality. “I…I dunno. Doesn’t matter.” He tried to take another drink, but the mug was empty. “I guess…maybe you’ll be back up at the feast. Where you belong.”

“That doesn’t seem likely, does it?” Aziraphale asked softly, taking the mug and setting it aside. “Besides, that’s not where I belong.”

“Maybe you’ll…you’ll die again. Every time. Just those last few seconds and then…gone.”

“Perhaps.” Aziraphale took his hands. “I’m not sure that fits the pattern, either.”

Crowley cleared his throat, but didn’t trust his voice to stay steady. “You might.” He cleared it again. “Might still be there. Your body. Just lying there. And I’ll watch it…Mmmmmh.” Clenched his jaw. “I’ll have to see it…” The sob he’d been holding back finally escaped, and he squeezed Aziraphale’s hands hard enough to break a human’s. “I don’t want to see that, Angel. I know it isn’t you, it shouldn’t matter, but I can’t – I can’t watch that…”

Once more, Aziraphale gathered him into his arms, and for the first time, Crowley cried. Great, hiccupping sobs, tears pressed into Aziraphale’s shoulder.

Aziraphale rubbed his back, waiting for the storm to subside. He finally asked, gently, “How often do you have this dream?”

“Dunno. Never really tracked it.” Crowley sniffed miserably, head still resting on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Couple times a century? Once or twice?”

“Then we have time.” Aziraphale pressed his hands to Crowley’s shoulders, pushed him to sit upright and face that beaming smile. Then he cupped Crowley’s face in his hands, brought him down to press foreheads together. “And we will find a way. To stop the dream. Or to change it. Or to put me – the real me – in there with you. I don’t know. But we will find a way.”

Crowley nodded wordlessly, and Aziraphale looped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer so their noses brushed as well.

“Because, my dear, you are never alone. And you will never be forgotten.”

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(Thanks for reading! Shout out to my friend Tod who, when asked for a dramatic and angsty nightmare death suggestion, quickly outlined his take on oubliettes, which I thought made a powerful metaphor.)

(However, my historian brain compels me to add that despite the nightmarish name - the opening is called an angstloch, too - oubliettes were almost certainly used for some kind of basement storage, not as cells and torture chambers. Victorians and their Gothic imaginations are to blame for the more common tropes...)