#how to get rid of asmodeus demon

[exorcismdemoncasting]

How to Get Rid of Asmodeus Demons: A Comprehensive Guide

Fighting Asmodeus demons is not just a battle against a specific demonic force but a symbolic struggle against lust, temptation, and destructive passions. Asmodeus, a demon rooted in various religious and mythological traditions, is associated with desire and chaos. If you feel plagued by this influence, understanding its nature and employing strategic methods can help you regain control over your life.

Understanding Asmodeus

Asmodeus is often depicted as the demon of lust and wrath, fostering destructive desires and weakening self-discipline. His presence is said to manifest in a variety of ways, including recurring negative thoughts, addictive behaviors, or an overwhelming sense of inner turmoil. To effectively combat Asmodeus demons, it’s crucial to identify their effects in your life.

Steps to Rid Yourself of Asmodeus Demons

1. Strengthen Your Spiritual Core

One of the most effective methods of fighting Asmodeus demons is to fortify your spiritual defenses. Whether you follow a specific religion or adhere to general spiritual principles, strengthening your inner self can create a protective barrier against malevolent forces.

Prayer or Meditation: Regular prayer, meditation, or chanting sacred mantras can help fortify your mind and soul. For example, reciting protective psalms, such as Psalm 91, or focusing on calming affirmations can provide immense strength.

Sacred Symbols and Talismans: Wearing or keeping sacred symbols like crosses, pentacles, or talismans of protection can deter demonic energies.

2. Cleanse Your Space

Demons are believed to thrive in environments filled with chaos, negativity, and despair. Cleaning and purifying your surroundings can help expel unwanted influences.

Burn Incense or Sage: Burning sage, frankincense, or myrrh is an age-old practice for spiritual cleansing. The smoke is believed to drive away demonic entities and purify the energy in your home.

Holy Water and Salt: Sprinkling holy water or placing blessed salt in the corners of your home can create a protective shield against Asmodeus’ influence.

3. Seek Professional Help

If you believe you are under the influence of Asmodeus demons, seeking assistance from professionals skilled in exorcisms or spiritual cleansing may be necessary.

Religious Leaders: Priests, shamans, or other spiritual leaders experienced in handling demonic influences can perform rituals to remove these entities.

Energy Healers: Some energy healers and Reiki practitioners specialize in clearing negative energies from individuals and spaces.

4. Build Emotional Resilience

Asmodeus often exploits emotional vulnerabilities, such as low self-esteem or unresolved anger. Strengthening your emotional resilience can weaken his hold over you.

Therapy or Counseling: Working with a therapist can help you identify patterns of thought or behavior that make you susceptible to negative influences.

Practice Gratitude and Positivity: Keeping a gratitude journal or engaging in positive affirmations can shift your mindset and repel dark energies.

5. Break Free from Destructive Habits

Asmodeus is linked to indulgent behaviors and vices. Overcoming these patterns can diminish his power over you.

Identify Triggers: Understand the situations or emotions that lead you to give in to temptations.

Practice Discipline: Engage in practices like fasting, abstinence, or regular exercise to strengthen your self-control.

6. Call on Higher Powers

Throughout history, humans have called upon higher powers for protection against demonic forces. Invoke the aid of angels, deities, or other divine entities to assist in your battle.

Archangel Michael: Known as the protector and leader of heavenly armies, Archangel Michael is a powerful ally when fighting Asmodeus demons. Prayers to him can provide strength and protection.

Light a Candle: Lighting candles while praying symbolizes your intent to banish darkness and invite divine light into your life.

Staying Vigilant Against Asmodeus

While removing Asmodeus’ influence is possible, staying vigilant is essential to prevent his return. Practice mindfulness, avoid negative influences, and cultivate a disciplined lifestyle to maintain your spiritual and emotional defenses.

Fighting Asmodeus demons requires a combination of spiritual practices, emotional strength, and disciplined action. Whether you’re battling external forces or internal struggles, remember that the key lies in cultivating light, love, and strength within yourself. By taking proactive steps, you can overcome these dark influences and reclaim your peace and power.

[reallyromealone]

I HAVE COME TO REQUEST

So basically Ciel babysitting Elizabeth's little brother part 3, I can imagine (name) hanging out with his new demon friend with Sebastian telling Ciel what happened and Ciel's like "get rid of the demon" because he didn't want little name to get hurt by the demon or make a deal so young ≧ω≦

(No need to do this)

Title: demon? Demon!

Fandom: obey me, black butler

Characters: Ciel, Elizabeth (mentioned), Sebastian, Asmodeus

Fic type: fluff, suggestive between Sebastian and Asmodeus

Pairings: none

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader, Asmodeus is a shit, fluff, cute, reader loves flowers

Notes: I can't believe I'm shipping Asmodeus and Sebastian

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(Name) Held his new friends hand gently as they played in the garden, the maids and butlers unable to take their eyes off the beautiful brunette that took the position of (name)s nanny, watching over him with a sweet smile "Asmo! Look!" (Name) Pointed to a pretty flower that was a soft shade of pink "same colour as your eyes!" He said excitedly and the demon cooed at the little one.

(Name)s new development was... Concerning for Ciel and Sebastian who came by to visit with some toys and sweets for the little one as Elizabeth finished her sword classes.

"Sebastian"

"Yes, young master?"

"We must remove that demon from (name)s company" Ciel said simply and Sebastian nodded, the two were well aware of what caliber of demon Asmodeus was, he was a sin avatar.

They knew he was taking energy from the staff, thankfully he hadn't made any deals with (name), the boy clearly just thinking that the lust avatar was his new best friend.

"Come now, it's naptime for you little one" Asmodeus lifted the boy up and (name) pouted "but I'm not sleepy!" He whined and Asmodeus shushed him "big boys need naps, look at Mr Sebastian, do you think he got this big without naps?"

"Did you nap Mr Sebastian?" (Name) Asked the demon who smiled at the little one "of course young master (name)" Sebastian said and (name) nodded before letting himself be carried to his awaiting bed for nap time.

Sebastian could hear the other sing a lullaby to the little one before getting up "now why are you following me, lesser?" Asmodeus asked with a sickeningly sweet tone "don't tell me you're sweet on me~" he teased and Sebastian scoffed and glared at him "I'm afraid I cannot allow you to make a deal with young (name)"

"Deal?"

"Is that not why you're with him?"

Asmodeus let out a laugh before smiling at Sebastian "no no, I'm simply bored and he's great entertainment... I have been having baby fever of sorts and I don't want to raise a little hellion so here I am" Asmodeus explained to the other before leaning closer "it's so cute how worried you are~"

"I'm simply carrying out a task for my young master" Sebastian smiled and got closer "if I find you doing any deals with that child I will kill you" he whispered to the other who grinned "kinky" he replied and Sebastian wanted to strangle him.

Asmodeus knew this wouldn't be the last he saw of the crow demon who was obviously tasked with removal but he wanted to have fun with the demon.

And fun he would.

But first he had to put together a few games for his little buddy, he was thinking of painting.

[coriannawrites]

Warnings: Depictions of violence, cannibalism, demons being demons

Which demon would let you be evil?

It was bound to happen. Threats about getting your heart ripped out thrown around left and right have made you a bit… prone to violence.

You just itch to call on your demon to eviscerate the incubus that couldn’t take no for an answer.

You’re prone to calling your demon to rid the area of creatures you don’t like.

To cut down the forest housing biologically necessary creatures that stung you once.

The answer is all of them. They love you— your newfound twisted nature is just a bonus.

And it’s not really, really twisted. It’s the Devildom, evil is the norm.

Sure does look good on you.

You’re at your most beautiful when you don’t see the need to call your demon to deal with a meddling imp. They aren’t worthy to be cursed by the presence of your pact demons, let alone Lucifer. No. You’ll kill them yourself.

Mammon knows Lucifer is wrong. You’re the sexiest when you steal for the fun of it. That succubus’s prized anklet? You wanted it so bad, you had no problem whistling for Mammon to drown her in the toilet while you pilfered her stuff. Mammon asked if you could make out after.

You’re cute when someone has something you want. Not in that disgusting greedy, sticky-fingers way, no— Levi knows you’re downright adorable when your eyes crinkle in distaste at an imp coming first. You worked so hard on that project. How could you let that lesser demon walk all over you, gloat all over you? One look towards Levi has him quivering, rushing to destroy the demon that’s worked you into an envious frenzy.

Envious frenzies are nothing compared to how stunning you are when you’re worked into a rage. Satan was peacefully reading, plotting to curse another one of Lucifer’s ties when you bathed in. He’s awestruck. The rage is oozing out of you, and when you grab him by the tie and tell him to erase the demon that humiliated you today, he’s more than happy to.

Bloodlust is sexy. Fullstop. Shaking, twisting, grinding at the Fall and Asmodeus wants to put his hands all over you. Please, let him. You tut, gently turning his face towards the succubus that had tried seducing him earlier. Wouldn’t it be so cute if she wasn’t bothering him anymore? You know you would both look good in blood red. Asmo loved your confidence.

Hunger kills. There’s a long line to Madam Screams, you’re starting to tap your foot impatiently. Beelzebub’s stomach growls. That sets you off, what sort of pact master would let your sweet little demon go hungry? You’re attractive as you step aside and tell Beel to clear the path. You’re to die for when you laugh and laugh that the long line is gone, ignoring the half-eaten hand sticking out of Beel’s mouth.

You’re cute asleep. Vulnerable, almost angelic. Belphegor knows your the furthest thing from angelic when you’re rudely woken up, interrupted from your dreams of world domination. Stupid lesser demon for barging in to your classroom. Didn’t she know you’d be in here, huh? She didn’t, and you knew that. Here’s what Belphie finds ridiculously attractive and annoying— you yawn and wave at him to do your bidding, ridding of the pest. He complains and grumbles about his own sleep, but he relishes it all the same.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

No Kisses - Demon Brothers

SUMMARY: After tasting a Solomon's dish, your lips got infected. It's nothing serious, but it's contagious. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips heal. How do they react to the wait?

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 280 words per character.

COMMENTS: I finally thought of something to write with the Obey Me! characters! Recently I got angular cheilitis. My lips are very dry. Nothing too serious, but that's what gave me the idea to write this.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

P.S.: Here’s the version with the Side Characters: No Kisses - Side Characters

CONTEXT: You couldn't get rid of tasting Solomon's new dish. He looked so proud and happy about it. And it didn't look as... deadly as the others. It was salty, but not too bad. The problem came later, your lips became drier than usual and small cuts formed on them. He was worried and apologized profusely.

The doctor told you it was nothing serious and gave you an ointment to put on your lips. But what you had was contagious through kissing. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips are completely healed.

Lucifer understands and appreciates your thoughtfulness. He also mentions something about making Solomon pay for it. He hides his sadness at not being able to kiss you for a week or more very well.

Protective as he is, he can be a little annoying as he always reminds you to put on the ointment. He will cook for you. He will make foods that don't require you to open your mouth too much so you don't force the now fragile elasticity of your lips. He'll probably also offer to put the ointment on your lips himself. And he’ll tell you not to worry because he will be very careful not to get infected.

He will still kiss you on the cheek or forehead. And be very sad to remember that he can't kiss your lips too. But of course, he doesn't show that.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. The only time his face will show what he truly feels about the situation. A mixture of sadness for not being able to kiss you and for seeing your beautiful lips dry and cut. And anger at Solomon for doing that to you.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he will move closer and lift your chin to get a better look at your lips. He takes off his glove to run his thumb over your lips and check that they are healthy.

He will smile and not waste any more time to kiss you. Starts off affectionate but quickly escalates to a longing kiss. When your lips part he says: “I missed you. Now we can make up for the lost time.”

Super Sulky! Mammon can't hide for nothing how upset he is about that situation. He'll constantly bad-mouthing and curse Solomon until your lips heal.

You can still let him kiss your cheeks. But he'll forget about your infected lips and you'll have to be the one to stop him from kissing them. You’ll cover his mouth and see his eyes pouting. He'll sulk, mumble more curses at Solomon and hug you even tighter. Like a child hugging his teddy bear for consolation.

When he sees your face of discomfort while eating, he´ll offer to cook something else for you or cut your food into even smaller pieces. What do you mean it's like he's treating you like a child? He just want to help! Don't think that of him. That wasn't his intention!

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping and pout. He is sad for you because you are the one with the lips like that and if a kiss from him could transfer all your pain to him, he would kiss you without thinking twice. Why did you taste Solomon's food? You big dummy...

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so: “Really? Are you sure?” and he will laugh happily. “Good! That's great! But no eatin’ Solomon’s food again, ya ear me?” You thank him for taking care of you and he'll blush a little. “Well, ya better be! Do you know how hard it was to resist to kiss you?... Well, no need for that now right? Come here~”

OH! THE TRAGEDY!!! Why? Why you and not him? If there were lips that should be cursed, it was his, not yours! Not your wonderful ones! ... Levi... chill... It's not like this is permanent. Please calm him down.

He will offer to cook for you. Making sure he cooks and cuts the food so as not to strain your now-fragile lips too much. Don't be surprised if he takes this opportunity to make themed foods. He'll probably even offer to feed you. (I'm remembering one of the first lessons from the original game)

He's always been the type to hesitate to kiss your lips, so this part wasn't so bad for him. But you not being able to kiss even one of his cheeks? He was sure he was being punished. At least you could still hug each other.

If you sleep together, and he's already past the face of being freaked out about that, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Lips so wonderful and loving, now so dry and cut. It was blasphemy. And worse, it hurts you. You didn't deserve that. If only he could do something. But no, he was useless as usual...

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so: “Are you really sure? Do not rush the healing process.” To show him you're confident your lips are back to normal, you shower him with kisses and thank him for all the caring. His face turns completely red while he says he didn't do anything. You better shut him up with a kiss before he starts saying that he actually thought he was useless.

Satan is so pissed at Solomon! That bastard! Doing something like this to you. His anger is only tempered by the fact that he knows Solomon would never do this to you on purpose.

He'll read every possible book about anything related to your infection. He wants to gather all the information possible to take the best care of you. He’ll study the components of the ointment the doctor gave you if he has to. Our if he thinks he has to.

He will also offer to cook for you. He will look for the best recipes to comfort your sore lips. And he'll ask you if it's good and if it doesn't hurt your lips.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. He's more worried about you, about the possible pain you might be feeling, than about the fact that he can't feel your kiss for so long. Of course he's sad about it too, but he knows it's only temporary. Your lips were so good for him, and now they are like this, dry and cut. The anger for Solomon comes back when he thinks about it.

He will still kiss your cheeks and forehead even if you can't reciprocate. But then he'll remember something he read in a book once: a kiss where people don't use their lips, but their nose, and you can do that. But not in front of his brothers!

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he might already know that too. After all, he had been studying about the infection and had some idea of when your lips could be healed. You give him one of those nose kisses, thanking him for taking care of you. “Well, if you want to thank me... you can now thank me in a better way again.”

Another Desperate One! What a Tragedy! How can Asmo survive without your kisses? He literally puts one hand to his chest and the back of the other to his forehead when he hears your decision not to kiss anyone.

He knows the doctor gave you an ointment, but even so, he looks for any and all products that might also help your lips. And he'll take care of the rest of you too. Paint your nails, comb your hair, give you new clothes to try on. In an attempt to divert your attention from your lips and show how wonderful you are despite that.

Your lips are hurt, it's not just any food that can touch them. So maybe he'll cook for you, or order food that he thinks won't put too much strain on your lips. And he will take the opportunity to order aesthetic foods to photograph and publish on Devilgram.

Since he can still kiss you but you can't reciprocate, he'll kiss you in double. You will feel his arms around you slightly desperate for more than just hugs. And every now and then he will also say out loud how in need of your kisses he feels. Out of all seven, he's probably the one who shows it the most.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping. He's so sad. He doesn't blame Solomon for his cooking, or you for tasting it. he himself sometimes gives in to Solomon's requests. So, he just looks at you like a sad puppy.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he's over the moon! He will fill you with kisses until he reaches your lips. If you let him, he will show you how much he missed them.

Beel is sad and he doesn't hide it. He looks at you like a sad puppy. No food in any of the three worlds can make up for the lack of your lips on his. But now that he thinks about it, does it hurt you when you open your mouth too wide? Oh! That's awful! He needs to take care of you and make you happy while your lips don't heal.

He can try to cook for you, but he'll have to control himself not to eat it or the ingredients before even start cooking. And if he does, he'll feel so bad! And will probably offer you his food. If the food is too big, he’ll cut it for you. With even more control not to eat it because he's already disappointed in himself for having already done it once.

He will still kiss your cheeks and forehead. And if you get excited, you'll forget about your infected lips and try to kiss them. You'll need to be the one stopping him. He will look at you sadly and apologize for forgetting.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Sad puppy eyes again. Ask the Avatar of Gluttony not to taste the lips of the person he loves the most? He could just walk away from you, out of sight out of mind. But he would never leave you when you need him. So he just needs to hang in there.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he’s like a trained dog that has been waiting for the owner to give the permission signal to eat his treat. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he'll only shower you with kisses while hugging you if you let him.

Belphie is the hardest to keep away from your lips. Because he couldn't give less of a crap. He doesn't care if his lips get infected too, he just wants your comfy lips on his. Belphie, NO!

He's too lazy to cook. If it's up to him, he prefers to order food. Or rather: just sleep together. Sleep helps to heal, and while you sleep you don't feel hungry. But if he sees you cooking, he might offer to help you.

He will keep hugging you, cuddle you, sleeping with you, kissing your cheeks, etc. Unlike others who, if they bring their lips closer to yours it's because they forgot about your infection, he will try to kiss you even knowing that. I mean, if he gets infected too, then there would be no need to not kiss each other. You'll need to be the one stopping him, for his own good.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Again: he doesn't care how your lips look, he wants to kiss them. If you were assertive when you said you didn't want to infect him, he will respect that. Upset, but will respect that. If you weren't assertive enough, and left room to show that you wouldn't mind if he kissed you, he'll kiss you while you sleep. “If he gets infected too, then there would be no need to not kiss each other.”

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he’ll be like: "Finally! Will you let me kiss you now?"

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[lou-struck]

They Said No... Part 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Part 1 HERE

Part 3 HERE

~We all get asked to do things sometimes that we do not want to do. And it's okay to say no, but sometimes you need a little extra help to get the point across.

Warnings: Pushy Demons, talk of pact control, Threats, Betrayal

Satan:

The Avatar of Wrath has a bit of cat fur on his usually pristine uniform but has never been happier, RAD is hosting an animal adoption event, and he has spent most of his morning with the adoptable cats having the time of his life. The only thing he is missing is you.

You would love every minute of the event, and so Satan has made it his mission of the day to find you and bring you to the feline-filled classroom.

Stepping into the nearly empty corridor, he sees you sitting on one of the ancient stone benches, mindlessly scrolling through your DDD with one hand and toying with a button on your uniform with the other.

"Mc, there you are." a voice interjects before he can even open his mouth; you lift your head and look towards the owner of the shrill and unfamiliar voice. A Demon Satan doesn't care enough to recognize steps towards you. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Oh, hi." You don't meet their gaze, opting instead to stare at the ground in a way that tells Satan you would rather be anywhere else than talking to them. It irks him greatly, but he can't just interrupt yet.

"The brothers aren't here, so you can speak freely now. Did you see my messages?" they ask, taking another step towards you. "You know I've liked you for a while now, but I don't understand why you won't go out with me."

You look up at them apologetically but take a step further away from your not-so-secret admirer. "I'm so sorry, but my feelings are not the same; I've told you before that I am not interested, so can you please leave me alone.

"NO," the lesser Demons shouts, "you don't understand. I like you, which means you are Mine."

That is all Satan needs to hear, and his legs move forward on their own. His anger at this lesser Demon threatens to bubble to the surface as he approaches. Stepping between the two of you protectively.  

The Demon flinches but doesn't back down entirely. They open their pathetic little mouth to babble out some delusional retort, only to have their words die on their tongue.

"MC said they were not interested in the likes of you," he growls, his emerald eyes aglow as he stares down your harasser. "I suggest you leave before you manage to make me even angrier than you already have."

The Demon leaves satisfyingly quickly, leaving Satan with you. He notices that you look a bit shaken up but utterly relieved to be rid of that Demon. The wrath he felt earlier disappears as you throw yourself into the safety of his embrace. 

The cat can wait, but for now, he just needs to make sure you are okay.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus is feeling particularly radiant today; the only thing that he thinks he can attribute this glow to other than the universe recognizing his beauty is that his elation to be going on this special little outing with you is showing for all the Devildom to see. 

How lucky are they?

He feels light on his feet as he walks down the cobbled streets of Majolish to the little bistro you promised to meet him at for your Devilgrammable date.

His Peach-colored gaze scans the plaza until it finds you sitting at one of the adorably small tables on the patio, your figure clad in the sweater he bought for you a few weeks ago. You just look so cute. He feels his heart flutter in a way that doesn't quite fit the Lust for which he has been known.

But you are not alone; standing over you is a demon he has seen you frequently talking to at RAD.

A friend of yours? 

Maybe?

But something feels off about the way you are looking up at them as if they are making you uncomfortable. As pretty and kind as you are, Asmo knows that you are trying very hard to keep your emotions undetectable. He has to know why.

Focusing on your conversation, he is able to hear what the other Demon is trying to talk to you about.

"Mc, y-you said we were f-friends," they whine in an exasperated voice. "Why won't y-you help me?" large tear drops run down their pearl-colored skin and onto the pavement below. 

"What you are asking me to do is wrong," you say calmly. "I would never do that to Asmo or anyone else for that matter."

"All you have to do is tell Lord Asmodeus to love me as I love him." they huff. "But you wouldn't even do that for me. I love him, and I deserve to have him for my own."

"I wouldn't be telling him you want me to order him to do it," you say. "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore."

The Demon waves your words off as if they were nothing of consequence, an action that makes Asmo narrow his eyes as he starts to approach. "I never wanted to be friends with some ugly human in the first place, I only wanted Asmodeus, and you were a means to an end. But it seems that you just want to keep all the Brothers for yourself."

"Even if Mc did want to keep us for themselves, they deserve to," Asmo interjects at last, hugging you from behind and placing his head on your shoulder. "I mean, just look at them; they are soooo cute."

The earlier cruelty that had been on the Pearl demon's face vanished in an instant as their cheeks flushed heavily. "L-lord Asmodeus," they breathe. "I didn't mean it like that; the two of us were just having a bit of a friendly disagreement, that's all."

All of the annoyance and irritation that Asmo had been feeling comes forward, and he exudes a threatening aura as he stares down the Demon, not caring enough to charm them into submission. "Yeah, no, I heard more than enough to know that you need to stay away from Mc." he sighs, lowering his voice enough to send a shiver down the other Demon's spine, and they rush away.

Now alone, Asmo turns his attention to you and smiles brightly as if nothing had happened. "Sorry I'm late, Hon; let's go and order our drinks; I think after that, we both need a little extra love."

Beelzebub:

Beel feels like he's going to die of hunger. Whenever RAD does schoolwide exams, he is not allowed to eat in the classroom. It seems like ages since he has last eaten. The test took him a lot longer than he thought it would take. But before he leaves to go to Hell's kitchen, he wants to find you and bring you along with him. He doesn't quite understand why, but food always tastes better when you are with him.

He hears your voice from down the hall, a happy smile resting on his face as he follows the sound. He says you sat at one of the long study tables in the common room, a mountain of books at your side, and one of your classmates standing over you.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. "But I told you before. But I have too much on my plate right now. You'll have to do that part of the assignment yourself. " 

Your classmate sighs, shaking their head in disapproval. "And I thought you were a nice MC, the kind of human who wouldn't hesitate to help out someone who needs it. You obviously don't have anything better to do, so just do my portion of the project. I'll pay you for your work."

What? 

Why is this Demon being so mean to you? 

Beelzebub truly doesn't understand why your classmate is treating you this way; you were very nice in turning them down. And he wouldn't want to do someone's project, either.

You clear your throat, "It's not about the Grimm; I just don't have time to do someone else's work. If you're struggling, I suggest you ask a professor to give you an extension." 

Your classmate is hovering over you now, trying to intimidate you with their size. "You don't seem to know your place, Human; when a demon asks you to do something, I expect you to bow your head and do it obediently."

The Scene before him is too much for poor Beel; angrily, he steps forward, placing a large hand on the other Demon's shoulder. "That's close enough, Mc said they did not want to do anything for you."

The Demon flinches as he turns towards Beel in shock. "B-Beelzebub, I'm sorry, but I needed to remind this human that we demons are superior.

Beel's hunger and anger have fused into one, and he looks down at the Demon with disdain. "Mc is and always will be more important than you; if anything, you should be doing their work."

"no, they don't; I just need them to do their own work." You interject

"R-right, thank you." They mutter, picking their bag off the floor and running away.

"Are you alright, Mc?" he asks, looking at you with a violet gaze of adoration. "That must've been pretty scary."

You nod and take his hand, "I'm okay now, Beel, thank you for stepping in. Can I buy you lunch as a thank you?"

"Could we go to Hell's Kitchen?"

"Absolutely," you smile, "anything for my hero."

Hero? He likes the sound of that for some reason; he smiles happily, picking up your books as the two of you walk side by side out the doors of RAD.

Belphegor:

It's the stiffness in his neck that wakes Belpheghor from his nap. Maybe taking a nap on top of all of these decorative pillows wasn't that good of an idea after all. He sits up slowly, rubbing out the knot in his neck, feeling quite annoyed at the situation.

"Oh Belphie, you're awake." you smile, poking your head into the doorway, "I just placed an order for food. It should be here soon if you're hungry."

Just like that, all of his annoyance has vanished. "Thank you, Mc." he grins boyishly; moments like these make him happy to be awake. 

"No problem, I think they are getting close; I'll wait by the door until it arrives," you say before disappearing down the hallway. 

It's then he realizes that you probably had to order a lot of food since Beel is getting home from the gym soon and will need help carrying it all to the dining room once it gets here.

Belphie gets up from his seat and heads over to the front door where you must be waiting.

"You sure ordered a lot of food. Do you need any help bringing it in?" a voice asks. The delivery driver must be here already. 

"Yeah, I guess I did go overboard," you say good-humoredly. "But It will all get eaten, I promise you that."

"You're pretty cute, aren't ya?" The delivery man cooed, pulling back the bag playfully. "How about you give me your number, and then you get your food?"

You laugh nervously at his words. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"and why not?" They laugh cockily. "Are you feeling a little shy? Because that's cute too."

Belphie's jaw clenches as he wonders what is with this guy. How dare he try and take you away from him.

"I'm taken," you respond, the irritation slipping through your voice as you meet his gaze.

They scoff, tossing the bag of food on the ground roughly. "Aren't you just a fricken tease then? All I ask for is your number, so how about you be a good human and give it to me?"

Belphegor knows you could have handled this guy, but he was honestly so irritated he had to step in. "Ugh, you're so annoying. Mc already paid, so you can go on your way."

Your harasser is arrogant, not stupid. He knows that he has no chance against one of the seven avatars of sin. He shuts his annoying mouth and stomps down the steps of the House of Lamination.

You watch him leave with a relieved smile on your face, "are you okay, Mc?" he asks, grabbing your hand.

"I am now," you smile "Thank you for helping me, Belphie."

[obey-me-disaster]

I saw the Mammon with a clingy MC headcannons and was wondering if you could please write those for the rest of the brothers?

Sure thing ^-^

This is the first I got to write after the hiatus. It was such a nice thing to work on in order to get back into writing.

Demon brothers with a very clingy MC

Lucifer

As much as he would love to indulge you, he is a busy demon. He can't always be by your side and sometimes, he needs his alone time to get rid of his nerves.

Still, he tries to make time for you cause he would hate if you started to feel neglected because of his work.

Usually when he invites you over to his room to listen to music or to talk about 'important matters' it just means you'll get to be as clingy as you want with him.

He takes advantage of those times to let go of all the stress and just relax with his lover. If he drinks enough he might start venting about either his brothers or Diavolo and be generally more open.

Sometimes, when he is doing paperwork, he will let you sit on his lap to cuddle him. From time to time he will stop to check on you and give you a kiss.

Unless he is doing really important work, he will let himself be dragged away from his office by a clingy MC without putting too much of a fight. As much as he may try not to show it, he adores you and he would be more than happy to indulge a clingy MC

If he is in demon form at an event, he likes to wrap on of his wings around you to bring you closer to him.

Mammon

Already done here

Leviathan

He adores it but he is not used to it!

He isn't used to the attention, the affection, and all the spending time together.

He is an introvert, from time to time he needs time some time alone in order to recharge his social batteries. Tho, as time passes, some of the 'time alone sessions' can be 'spending time in the same room but doing different things in silence' sessions.

He adores all the cuddles and attention, but it will take him some time to get fully comfortable. He will go through some phases where he feels guilty for not being all that comfortable from the get go but that's nothing a little bit of reassurance won't solve.

He likes to wrap his tail around you when play games, either around on of your legs or waist.

He tries to convince you to either wear one of his hoodies or for you to give him one of your jackets/hoodies. He tries...but he always gets embarrassed before really saying anything.

Once he gets used to all of the attention and affection he will start being clingy too, and actually be open about it!

Satan

It would hit him pretty hard that someone wants to be that close to him in that way. Sure, there have probably been demons and witches alike that wanted to be close with him for various reasons, but this was the first time when he felt so calm and warm about it.

This feeling didn't really hit him at first, he would just be close to MC while he was reading. It really hit him one random day when he realized how little his wrath was screaming inside of him.

Whenever you decide to cuddle him he treats the same way as if a cat would sit on his lap, he is no longer allowed to move.

Would honestly take a clingy MC to different museums or exhibitions in order to both satisfy your clinginess and his thirst for knowledge.

He is quite a romantic demon from all those novels he has read, so a lot of the things you two do, especially on the days you're especially clingy, would remind him of scenes from his favourite books.

Asmodeus

No matter how clingy you may be, Asmo has you beat in that category. He is honestly the best brother for a clingy MC.

He is clingy himself, would welcome with open arms all of your affection and doesn't have any emotional baggage holding him back from being affectionate with you.

You two are basically never separated after a while. You two might as well share a room and a closet. He has no qualms about sharing clothes with you.

He likes to think about what activities would bring you even closer. And of course, there will be tons of photos, both for Asmo's enjoyment and for devilgram.

The poor guy gets so used to having you always by his side that if he has to go through a day without you he will start complaining that his affection levels are low. He will start crying about dying if you don't shower him in your affection, so go wait him in his room won't you?

Beelzebub

Would be really chill about a clingy MC. If they wanted to, he could just carry them around. He enjoys their attention and food tastes better when they are with him.

Working out? Chances are you are being used as one of his weights. Eating? Sitting in his lap. 10/10 guy to cling to.

He prefers to carry you around cause he is aware of his one track mind. If he gets too focused about either one of his hobbies, food or working out, he fears he wouldn't be able to give you as much attention as you need.

Belphegor

Be prepared to be his pillow 24/7. He will fully take advantage of you being clingy towards him to make you his nap partner.

You can't exactly get too mad at him either...you get to be clingy and he gets his sleep, with how nice and soft he feels chances are you'll fall asleep too.

Even when he isn't asleep, he likes to lean against you and generally be really close with you. He is probably as clingy as you are.

Uses his younger brother privileges to get his brothers to leave the two of you alone.

Honestly, a lot of the time it would be enough if he was able to sleep in the same room you're in, even if you aren't cuddled up with him, but if he can convince you to put off for later whatever you were working on why wouldn't he? He is the avatar of sloth after all.

[trashytoastboi]

Seven Days of Sin Event

~Angst Alphabet Shorts part 1~

> Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

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Lucifer

I: Injured: How do they handle themselves when they’re injured?

🎶 He’s more likely to hide the fact that he’s injured. He doesn’t want you all to worry or fuss over him. At most he might trust someone to help him out if he’s not able to hide it completely. He trusts you enough to tell you when he’s injured. Only because you’ll notice and worry if he keeps it from you as he has in the past. Lucifer always believes he has to handle things himself and hide anything he believes to be weakness, including his injuries. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🎶 Lucifer once upon a time tried to go back. That's all he wanted, all he thought about. Going back and fixing everything before it was even done. Why did things turn out the way that they did? He never could bring himself to understand. But now… After finding out the result of their choice, he’s content. Now that they had come to terms with their grief and adjusted to life, then things have happened and they created a new home and memories. Now he doesn’t dwell on the wish to go back as much. 

V: Vent: How do they get rid of feelings they find unnecessary? 

🎶 He buries his feelings, pushes them aside or finds an outlet like working. Lucifer never entrusted anyone with his worries or he felt that it would be an unnecessary burden for people so he bottles it up. Until it explodes into the messiest breakdown that you’d never see, because he holds it together until he’s alone and can just let everything consume him violently. Snot, tears, spit, everything. It’s a mess, he’s a mess. He’d never allow anyone to see him in such a way. 

Q: Qualify: What parts of themselves do they consider dangerous? 

🎶 His determination to protect his family. There’s no depths that he would not stoop to if it’s for their sake. Lucifer may be prideful but he’s willing to cast it aside for the sake of his brothers and let no one stand against him. He’s scared of what he’s capable of doing for them. 

Mammon

A: Accident: Would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?

💰 He would blame himself, saying he should have stopped you. Or at least been there to prevent the situation from happening. He’d question himself, he’d punish himself. Why wasn’t he at your side? What was so important that he left you alone and allowed this to happen. If you were there you’d tell him not to blame himself. It was an accident, something no one foresaw. No one could have predicted it, or stopped it and Mammon tearing himself apart while believing otherwise is a painful sight for everyone to see. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

💰 Sometimes he thinks back to the days in the celestial realm. He’s moved on, as best as he can and he’s living his life now. Albeit as a demon, a far cry from the divine being he once was. Sometimes he’ll do something, amplified and compelled by his sin and he’ll catch himself wondering why he’s like this now and why he couldn’t return to the way he was before. 

Y: Yearning: Do old memories make them yearn for your touch 

💰 When you said a tearful farewell to everyone and left the Devildom to return to the human realm. Mammon was LOST. He didn’t know what to do without you there. Every day he got up he’s the first one running to your room to get you, only to knock on a door that no one was going to answer. He’d miss you, and all the affection you’d give him. The hugs when he was sad, holding his hands to stop him from pickpocketing a poor unsuspecting soul, or how you would praise him and touch his head. He misses all of that so much. Why’d you have to leave? 

Z: Zest: Add your own letters (A/N: Treating this like a wildcard and will just put a random headcanon) 

💰 Mammon does not know how to deal with grief. Even hypothetically, you’ve had the conversation with him, the question of what he’d do when you pass. It was inevitable, you’re human, your lifetime is not long enough to match his. You would grow old, eventually passing on and you’d have to part ways permanently. Mammon couldn’t bring himself to answer because he refused to think about it. He can’t imagine it. A world and you’re nowhere in it. 

Leviathan

I: Injured: How do they handle themselves when they’re injured?

🎮 He’s not a baby per se, but he’s not hiding it. Honestly he wants you to dote on him. He’d tell only you and ask you to keep it a secret. He’s good at handling the pain because he’d tell you it’s just a little scratch when in actuality it’s a lot more dire and deep than he led you to believe. He wants to feel that someone cares and so he’d tell you, the person who Levi knows would treat him tenderly and kindly while he’s healing. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🎮 Levi had too many things he wanted to fix. Sometimes anxiety would make even the most mundane mistake one worthy of fixing. If he sits and considers all the things he wanted to fix then the anxiety would swallow him whole. The big, the small, the tragic and the things that brought about real changes in indescribable ways. He wants to go back, he wants that redo button but in the moments when he’s content with life he really thinks about it. Is that what he truly wanted? At the risk of losing what he had now? Sometimes the thought alone eased it. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

🎮 The way he is. He says, his self depreciation always leads into dark territory and he can name more flaws than things he likes about himself. He sees himself through the worst lens and believes himself to be useless amongst other names he’d gladly label himself with. He regrets the way he is, it’s a heavy thing. It takes a bit of encouragement, a lot of steady affirmation to convince him of otherwise and he craves validation to convince him. A single bad word can tear down any positive self esteem he builds up. 

Z: Zest: Add your own letters (A/N: Treating this like a wildcard and will just put a random headcanon)

🎮 Genuinely wants to get better at connecting with people. He believes most of his problems would be solved if he could just connect with people. He says the wrong thing and will retreat, punishing himself for it. It was an honest mistake but would they see it that way. Levi goes into things always assuming people hate him and want nothing to do with him. Never do open invitations with him, unless he’s invited specifically he will assume that you don’t want him there. 

Satan

O: Outrage: What makes them angry?

📚 A lot can set him off, he’s volatile. He doesn’t mean to be and he’s trying to work on it but it’s hard when he’s surrounded by people that drive him up the walls. Satan honestly hated the fact that he felt no respect from anyone. There was nothing but fear, and evasiveness. People had no respect for his personal space and it irked him, how they would touch him without his consent when all he wanted was to be left alone. Or when they would come into his room- his ONLY safe space and take away the very thing that made it safe. 

P: Pressure: What stresses them to the breaking point? 

📚 Satan has a lot of triggers and sadly unlike most who can calm down and get back to normality, his emotions stack up. They stack, and stack until they have no more outlet aside from OUT. They explode and so does he. Most of his outbursts aren’t caused by a simple momentary anger, it’s a piling effect of things that were simmering under the surface. The more people are afraid of him, the more he tries to control himself, fails to do so and it makes it worse. He grows fearful of himself and it becomes a vicious cycle. 

T: Time: What if they had a limited time to live?

📚 He wouldn’t tell anyone. He’d leave. He’d go somewhere where he could be alone and spend his time doing things he likes until it was time to say goodbye. He would do so, alone, peacefully and no one would know. That was his initial answer when you asked this question the first time. His relationship with his brothers changed, grew and became something precious. His relationship with you- evolved into something deeper. Had you asked him this question again, he would want to be supported by all of you, and loved until the moment he leaves with you all by his side. 

Y: Yearning: Do old memories make them yearn for your touch? 

📚 Satan tries not to dwell on it too much, he doesn’t want to deal with the extra emotions. The answer however is yes, he’d remember you and your absence grows only more pronounced. He’d think of when he could lay his head in your lap, reading his book while your fingers played with his hair. It was calming, he could fall asleep, feeling safe with you. That was no longer there and you, his safe space, are no longer there. He’d remember your touches as something calming, filled with love and safety. He feels lost without it. He misses it. 

Asmodeus

E: Emotion: What emotions do they tend to push away the most?

💅🏻 Insecurity - Asmodeus never wants to doubt himself. He ignores it, when he looks at himself and doubts his appearance, his existence. Feeling too far removed from what he once was, Asmo needed to embrace this new life. Find security or distraction so his thoughts didn’t discard who he’d become, so his past self couldn’t scorn him and look down on him. Asmo piled on compliment after compliment, found people to cater to his dire need to be praised and validated, to be praised as beautiful. He needed to hear it so much that he himself could believe it. 

G: Great pain: What is the most painful thing they’ve witnessed?

💅🏻 The fall of his brothers and himself. The moment all of those who were once his allies treated them as traitors, the fight was vicious. There was no choice though, this is what they chose. To save their family, and protect Lilith. Asmo would never forget, not really forget. He could get moments of peace when his mind was far too occupied, focused on the moment that he couldn’t think about it. The moment he saw despair and regret, the utter pain that encompassed them all and the forced shame they felt. 

K: Kill: Would they kill for revenge? 

💅🏻 10/10 He absolutely would. Should someone hurt you or his brothers, Asmodeus is vindictive enough to hunt them down and kill them. He wouldn’t grant them the mercy of a quick death either and would get really sadistic about it. He’d forget himself and gladly become the monster when exacting such a brutal revenge. To send a message, to put himself at ease, even when he knows revenge is empty and cold. It wouldn’t bring anyone back or change what had been done. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

💅🏻 Self destructive tendencies. Asmo is aware of them and he hides them well. Most people wouldn’t notice his unkind habits because he disguises them so well. Asmo knows what he’s doing, he wants to stop but he finds comfort in them. So he continues to do them every time he feels overwhelmed, he does it to feel a semblance of control. The result is met with him talking himself down, trying to stop doing it but he always falls into familiar habits. 

Beelzebub

S: Sorrow: Would they feel empty after your death?

🍔 He’d be so lost without you. Beel would fall back into the deep pain of grief, a feeling that you helped him heal from and now he’s got to experience it with you. It’s too much, he’d be feeling so much at once that wouldn’t be able to decide what feels worse than the other. The sadness? The disbelief? The anger? Cycling through reasons of things to blame for your passing. Himself? You? Beel prays, something he hadn’t done for a long time. He wants to wake up from the nightmare because this is not reality. Everyone knows it’s hard on Beel when he doesn’t even eat. 

U: Urge: How badly do they get the urge to see you after separating?

🍔 Beel misses you terribly. When you go back to the human world. He’s always messaging, calling, asking when you’re going to be back. When he can see you again and hold you. He’s missing you. He’s asking Lucifer every second day if he could go see you and Lucifer of course says no so Beel resorts to plotting with his brothers to secretly come and visit you. 

L: Loss: What was their greatest loss? 

🍔 Lilith. For all the brothers it was the hardest loss they had to experience, but in particular for Beel and Belphie who held a deep relationship with Lilith; it was the most devastating loss. Beel blames himself for so much, and still believes it was his fault that she died. Gradually, things get better. They do and the feelings that suffocated him became a little lighter, enough to let him breathe. He still shoulders the weight of her absence, and guilt. 

Q: Qualify: What parts of themselves do they consider dangerous?

🍔 His strength when it’s misused, or when he’s hangry. Beel has no control over himself during that time and can only see the destruction he caused after the fact. His insatiable hunger, when left to get out of control, is the most terrifying thing and people have been hurt as a result. His brothers struggle to control him or reign in his strength and can only watch when he's wreaking havoc. 

Belphegor

W: Wild card: A random angst headcanon 

⭐ Started sleeping a lot more not only due to his sin. Belphie used it as a way to escape from everything when he first fell into the Devildom, the loss of Lilith, the loss of their home and their wings, when he and his brothers became demons and were forced into an unfamiliar and hostile place. Sleeping was the only quiet he found, away from his thoughts, his feelings and his reality. Dreams were better. 

C: Crying: Are they much of a crier?

⭐ Secret crier. He hides it well and he won’t make a peep. He’d bury himself under his pillows and sob his eyes out silently just to get all the feelings out. He sobbed himself to sleep every night when they first got to the Devildom. He knew everyone was struggling and couldn’t talk about what he was thinking about or feeling so he opted to cry alone. It was easier that way so he believed. 

H: Humiliation: How could they be humiliated? 

⭐ The early days of settling into Devildom, humiliation became a part of daily life. With the outright hatred and hostility from the demons towards the brothers who had just fallen. They went out of their way to sabotage them, to chase them away and highlight their differences and how they were not welcome anywhere. That separation, distinction and mockery of what they used to be is what caused relentless humiliation everyday for Belphie. 

K: Kill: Would they kill for revenge 

⭐ I mean for the sake of a grudge he held against all humans he nearly killed you- had it not been for Barbatos. It’s very likely for him to kill for revenge. He’d have no qualms about it, he’s got a motive and a means and if that person hurt him, or those close to him. His first solution is homicide. He’s very quick from point A to B with violence.

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @roninfromtheops

[devildom-drabbles]

Short Story - Under the Mistletoe with MC (Unused Intro)

Characters: MC, the demon brothers, and the side characters Word Count: ~1.1k Warnings: None, just the usual brothers and co. silliness Notes: This was the original intro for the "Under the Mistletoe with MC" snippet I wrote back in 2021. Initially, I planned to make that snippet into a series of stories during December leading up to Christmas, with each story being one character (minus Luke) that MC chose to kiss under the mistletoe. Unfortunately, I bit off more than I could chew, haha. Not having enough time to write so many stories, I had to settle with a snippet format, albeit longer than my usual ones, and write a different intro that I felt flowed better for it. I really like how the original intro turned out, though, and in my wave of nostalgia for the series, I decided to polish it a little and share it with everyone as my gift for this year. I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season! 😊💕

Mammon spit out his drink.  “Ya did what?!”

All eyes were on the small demon familiar, his pointed teeth visible as he snickered at everyone’s reactions from him interrupting their holiday festivities.  “You heard me,” Little D. No. 2 declared, his yellow irises twinkling brightly with glee under the candlelight from the living room’s chandeliers.  “I hung mistletoe somewhere in the House of Lamentation.”

“I heard what ya said,” Mammon remarked angrily, grabbing the round familiar to prevent him from fleeing, “but what I wanna know is why ya did it!”

“Well, you didn’t ask that, now did you?” Little D. No. 2 retorted.

“Keep talkin’ like that, pipsqueak, and you’ll be the new Fangol ball!”

“What’s the big deal?” Luke wondered aloud.  “Mistletoe is just a plant, right?”

“And both a parasitic and poisonous one from the human world at that,” Satan added.  “I’m surprised we don’t have any growing naturally in the Devildom.”

“What?!  Isn’t it dangerous to have it here then?!”

“Not to worry, Luke,” Solomon assured the angel.  “It’s only a parasite to trees and other plants, and it can only hurt someone if they ingest it.  Aside from that, it’s a nice decoration, especially during this time of year.”

“Ah, I remember seeing pictures of it before,” Simeon remarked.  “Even though it can grow in cooler weather, it still has vibrant green leaves and white berries.”

“Berries?” Beelzebub questioned, his mouth already watering.

“Beel, you did hear the part about it hurting you if you eat it, right?” Belphegor reminded his twin, suppressing a yawn while leaning onto him for support.

“I’ve got a strong stomach.  I can handle it.  So, where is it?”

“I hid it, big guy,” Little D. No. 2 told him.  “You gotta find it yourself!”

“What fun!” Diavolo exclaimed with a wide grin.  “It’s like a treasure hunt!”

“Hehehe, it’s a little more than that, Your Majesty!”

“Hm?  What do you mean?”

“There’s a tradition in the human world revolving around mistletoe, My Lord,” Barbatos explained.  “If you intend to find it, you’ll want to be with someone very special to you when you do.”

“That’s right!” Asmodeus chimed in cheerfully.  “Solomon taught me all about it last time he summoned me during the holidays, so I got to experience this fantastic tradition first-hand.”

“Yes, and so did everyone you came across at the party that day,” the sorcerer commented, recalling the event in his mind.

“Oh, so something exciting happens when you find a mistletoe with someone special?” Diavolo inquired.  “In that case, Lucifer, you should join Barbatos and me in searching for it.”

Lucifer shook his head, already appearing exhausted from the whole situation.  “I’ll pass.  I want nothing to do with this nonsense.”

The eldest brother’s demeanor gave Mammon an idea.  “You’re right, Lucifer!  This is all just nonsense!  Tell ya what,—”  He secured the demon familiar under his arm.  “—I’ll have this troublemaker tell me where the mistletoe is, and I’ll get rid of it right away.  Consider it an extra gift from the Great Mammon!”

Mammon glanced over at the human who’d been silently observing the conversation this whole time.  “Hey, MC, instead of starin’ off into space, ya oughta come help me out.  B-But only because this pipsqueak is more likely to tell you where the mistletoe is than if I asked him.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Leviathan spoke up, “I see what you’re doing here, Mammon.  You’re planning to get MC under the mistletoe with you alone!  That’s not fair!”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!  Ya really think I wanna bring MC along with me just to follow some human tradition about k-kissin’ under the mistletoe?”

“Kissing?!” Diavolo and Luke shouted in unison, completely taken aback.  Their matching bewildered expressions made Barbatos quietly chuckle.

“Obviously you do, Mammon,” Satan remarked.  “You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.”

“Yeah, and there’s no way we’re letting you get away with being under the mistletoe with MC!” Asmodeus declared.  “Besides, I’m sure they’d much rather find the mistletoe with me, wouldn’t you, MC?”

“What?!  No way!” Mammon argued, too distracted to notice Little D. No. 2 slipping out of his hold.  “They’re coming with me!”

“You’re all so noisy,” Belphegor noted.  “I’m sure MC would much rather go with someone calmer, like me.”

“MC, my nose is really good, so I can sniff out the mistletoe’s berries quickly,” Beelzebub explained.  “You want to try them, too, right?”

“You might be okay, Beel, but those berries are definitely poisonous to humans,” Satan pointed out.  “MC, why don’t you stick with me instead?”

“H-Hey, don’t leave me out of this!” Leviathan butted in.  “I mean, then again, maybe you wouldn’t want to be under the mistletoe with a yucky shut-in otaku like me, MC, but...please choose me anyway!”

“Why am I not surprised it’s turned out this way?” Lucifer muttered with a sigh.

“Perhaps because Mammon and the others always tend to act like this whenever MC is involved?” Simeon answered with a gentle laugh.

Everyone had certainly become rowdy, most of them bickering amongst themselves about who would end up under the mistletoe with MC.  As for the human in question?  They continued watching from the sidelines, unsure of how to remedy the situation.

“Hoo boy, it sure gets crazy with those guys, huh?” Little D. No. 2 said, floating over to MC’s side.  The human shot them an annoyed glance.  “H-Hey, don’t look at me like that!  I just wanted to add a little extra excitement to the day, that’s all.  And I thought I’d help you find an excuse to have a special moment with your special someone...”

The demon familiar snickered at MC’s shocked expression.  “What, you think I haven’t figured it out by now?  You should be thanking me for such a thoughtful Christmas gift!”  He glanced at the commotion nearby.  “Though, I guess it’s gotten a bit out of control, huh?  Ah, well, this is practically normal for these guys at this point.  More importantly...”

They moved in closer to the human to whisper, “I wanna know if my hunch was right:  Who do you want to be under the mistletoe with, MC?”

MC mulled over the question while gazing at the chaotic group in front of them.  They had someone in mind, but...where was he?  He was with everyone a few moments ago, but now he was nowhere in sight.  Suddenly, someone grabbed their hand and pulled them out of the room, leaving the startled demon familiar and the preoccupied group of boys behind.  This warmth...  They’d recognize it anywhere.

Who is it, MC?

From there, I would've had links to each character (minus Luke) for you/MC to choose and then read their story. Although that didn't work out, the snippet version does exist, which you can read here.

[thebellearchives]

𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 🔞 minors dni

~ asmodeus ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Asmodeus’ thoughts run wild when he sees you dancing at a party

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : asmo x fem!mc, smut, oral (fem receiving), major switch behaviour from asmo, consumption of alcohol, mentions of drugs and tobacco

‧₊˚ a / n : definitely did not expect Asmo to be the second character I’d write smut for but yeah, here’s this piece i was talking about in that poll ~

Everything was hazy in your eyes, your memory had gradually become short-termed. The beat of the bass through the speakers banging against your eardrums dictating the moves of your body. You were unaware of the time, but you did know you had danced with several people throughout the night. Your skin had felt sticky with sweat and spilled liquor at some point but that was now forgotten in the middle the clinking of demonus glasses and demons singing to the music. You drank more from your vodka glass bottle, which Asmo had been kind enough to bring to the party considering you couldn’t get drunk off demonus.

The avatar of lust had been staring at you for a while. Lost in the sea of bodies it had been difficult for the rest of the brothers to find you and hog you all to themselves, but Asmodeus had been very careful to keep you nearby. His honey eyes sliding from your alcohol-drenched shiny lips to your cleavage, making their way down to the skin tight black dress, the way it hugged your breasts, your waist, your thighs... the demon felt jealous. Maybe he should help you get rid of it, the fact that your dress was grasping your body and he wasn’t was unthinkable to him.

Asmodeus wasn’t one to daydream, he would usually just go for it. He saw someone he liked? He wouldn’t wait a heartbeat to bat his lashes, buy them a drink, flirt here and there, see how far could he take things without making use of his charming abilities. It was all a game to him, and if he performed well enough you bet he’d get a nice price at the end of the night. And right now, there was nothing in the three realms he wanted more than a prize coming from you, but he was just so mesmerized by the swaying of your hips that he couldn’t move. He thought about getting closer to you through the multitude and scent of minted tobacco, he’d pull you away from that group of nobodies you were dancing with. Bump into your body and blame it on the amount of people in the dance floor, hold you from your hips to keep you steady.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” he’d smile, but he wouldn’t take his hands off, pressing you against him from your lower back.

He imagines you’d give in to him, because who wouldn’t? He had those hypnotizing eyes that could make you melt into his smooth arms, your hands would trail up to his neck. His mind could visualize so clearly the way you’d flutter your lashes to look up to him, your tongue would dart out and slide across your lower lip. Were you thirsty for more alcohol? Maybe for a taste of him? He for sure was thirsty of you. And he’d lean in to inhale your enticing scent from under your jawline, his breathing making you shiver in his arms. His fingers would try and find their way under your dress, but as soon as his fingertips had the chance to catch a graze of glory you’d hitch a breath and pull him from his shirt.

“Not here” your whisper tinged with mischief, his senses would get filled with that smell he knew oh so well: lust.

Sweet, intoxicating smell of sin that would make his head spin in delirium. So you’d make your way out of the crowd in each others arms, skin stuck on skin on such a dense atmosphere filled with narcotics and liquor no one would even notice the way the personification of lust would pull from your waist, tempting you into the pits of unmeasurable pleasure. He’d like to think he’d be leading a little lamb to join him in the point of no return but he knows you wouldn’t be such a sweet little innocent girl. Because he can picture you hanging around his neck like a diamond. And fuck, wasn’t he weak to such expensive and beautiful things.

Your eyes would pursue his until you’d find a dark empty room somewhere, you’d crush your lips onto his and he’d ram you against the wall. The taste of vodka in your tongue driving him mad, he’d accidentally scratch your arms and you’d let out a pained, erotic whine that would only fuel his desire for more. He could only imagine all the different sounds he could pull out that pretty mouth of yours. You’d bite his lips in search of more of that aphrodisiac venom dripping from his mouth and he’d give in so quickly, wishing for you to show him what you got planned for him. Your hands gripping his shoulders and pushing him to the floor, hovering over him and your knees at each side of his hips. He’d slide down the zipper of your dress only for you to sit up above him and slide it down your body. Amber eyes would revel in your beauty and feel like the world is in his arms. He’d be so impatient as to finally know what it would feel like to be yours, but oh wouldn’t he like to let you know what if feels like to be his too, the narcissism and desire fighting inside of him. So the demon would change his mind, quickly wrapping his arms around you and rolling to the side so he’d be the one on top. Getting rid of your clothes was conflicting to him, he wanted to do it slowly so he could really enjoy it, but he was just so bewitched by your panting that at that point any fabric was just an annoyance. He’d pin your wrists to the floor and taste your skin from your neck to your clavicles, enjoying every single bit of the shaky reactions of your body. His tongue would swirl around one of your nipples, and he’d set free one of your wrists to make sure he’d give fair attention to the other one. More whines would come tumbling down from your lips like a siren song, driving him crazy with every single note. But he wouldn’t linger, the moment your head would give in and softly hit the floor he’d move on, his hot breath trailing your feverish skin down to your sensitive spot. For a moment, he wouldn’t resist a bit of teasing, and he’d make sure you feel his breath hesitate. His name leaving your lips in an almost religious plead would make him chuckle, but he’d reward you for pronouncing his name in such a needy whimper, so his wet tongue would then slide across your folds, making the muscles of your belly tense and contract, a breathy and high pitched moan whistling out of your throat. Your fingers tugging from his champagne-coloured locks, his arms holding your thighs firmly in place, his tongue lapping unmercifully, your back arching and desperate moans echoing through the pitch dark room until you end up clawing at the floor and he can taste the flavour of your orgasm, drinking it up as if it were the demonus in his cup.

Oh, right, there was still demonus in his cup. And you were still there dancing with unknown demons. He shook his head to come back down to earth, careful not to let his thoughts drift along the curves of your dancing body again. He walked up to your group and pretended to accidentally bump into you.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” his wide smile greeted you, and his hands on your hips made sure to keep you steady.

“Yeah, thanks” you giggled, your lashes fluttered upwards in search of his eyes.

Oh, he has such hypnotizing eyes you thought, almost melting into his arms.

[bitethedevil]

Just read your general thoughts about Haarlep and this stuck out to me, "They’re so chaotic. I can never not love characters that are chaotic and starts shit just for the hell of it."

One, hard agree. Two, I always saw Haarlep as being chaotic 'for a devil' (similar to how Lae'zel is considered very humorous/lenient among githyanki). Like, Haarlep still has certain rules that they adhere to (they keep their word) and deal in deals (their little game), but it sorta reminds me of how fey are sometimes portrayed in certain media; adhering to their own rules and holding others to those rules despite not really bothering with making it clear exactly what those rules are. Raphael and other devils tend to list out the conditions and stipulations of their deals, even if there is a lot of loopholes, double speak, and intentional convolution to better ensnare their victims. Haarlep engages in a bit of that too, but it all seems more spontaneous when compared to the other fiends.

Those are my thoughts, anyway. I'd be interested in hearing what you think of it.

For sure! The fun thing about Incubi is that up until the 4e of DnD they were actually demons. In the fourth edition they were considered devils and then in the fifth edition (current one) they are simply considered fiends, which just means a creature of the Lower Planes (both demons and devils are thus considered fiends).

They’re neither devils nor demons now, but rather they are just under the subtype “shapechanger”.  They are considered neutral evil instead of lawful evil (like devils) or chaotic evil (like demons), so you saying that he is chaotic compared to a devil is spot on, I think. I was super confused for the longest time trying to figure out wtf Haarlep was because some were saying that incubi were demons and others were saying devils.

It’s super confusing, but the way I understand it, they currently work for devils and their jobs are basically to lure mortals into sin on behalf of Asmodeus. The way that they are created is by an Archdevil just making them (I don’t know either…As I said, confusing as hell)

It’s kind of fun that our dear lawful evil Raphael who longs for order, has to put up with Haarlep who is of a whole other alignment than him. Mephistopheles has gifted his little control freak of a son the world’s most horny and chaotic roommate that he can’t just get rid of.

I think you are definitely right that that Haarlep does follow some rules. I mean, I think they kind of have to, since their kind works for devils. But compared to devils, I think Haarlep does it in a less orderly way. I think they just sort of wing it, and if they have to bend the rules, I don’t think they are too fussed about it. I think you are spot on with the fey comparison actually.

(Thank you for the ask <3)

[imagineanime2022]

They Find Comfort In Your Demon Form

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Belphegor X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heya! I'm coming from where you posted the finding comfort in the demon brothers nonhuman forms. Do you think you could do that but in reverse, as in the MC is a demon and they pull at their own horns/tail/wings? The bros are still demons but the mc is a new demon like in nightbringer. That or can I request a part two with the dateables. Mainly Dia I luv him so much

Warning: Stress, Anxiety, disliking body image (Asmo), feeling of not belonging.

Lucifer

📚 You had seen him looking at your wings, they were large and laid out behind you, they were pitch black and technically matched his. 📚 They almost seemed like they had a metallic shine to them, he was fascinated by them but he never dared touch them. 📚 Diavolo had ordered you to help Lucifer and his brothers settle in so you became closer with him as you helped keep his brothers out of trouble. 📚 Lucifer was never going to ask you if he can touch your wings, so if the offer is there, then you are going to need to actually offer it to him. Once he touched them the first time, you’d find that he subtly brush his hand against them if he was overwhelmed by or straight pissed about something to stop himself from lashing out at someone.

You had just finished talking Lucifer through some of the documents that Diavolohad sent over, you reached back stretching your arms over you head, you wings stretched to full length behind you as well, the rainbow shine running down them as they moved in the light “any particular reason that you keep staring?” You asked. “Your wings… They’re big for a demon?” He asked. “Yes. They made me a target” You nodded. “When I was younger, I used to trip over them all the time, the weight of them would cause me to topple over and I wished that I could get rid of them.” “What changed your mind?” He asked. “When I was big enough to use them.” You smiled “I remember flying above Devildom for the first time, watching the city light below me, I can fly far and fast.” “I assume that was how you got your job as the royal errand runner?” He asked. “And landed this job, I’m probably the only demon down here that can get a message back to the castle before any one of you causes real trouble. “So are you going to touch them or just keep staring?” “T-touch them?” He asked. “Yes.” You answered with a slow nod and a large playful smile. You reached out, taking his gloved hand and gently slipping off the glove and guiding it back to the wings that rested behind you. “They’re soft.” He mumbled softly, he left out comforting thought it was in the list of descriptive he’d use. “I’m sure yours are too.” You said softly as you pointed at his wings, they flexed as if agreeing with you and you giggled softly. “Maybe one day I’ll get to test my theory.”

Mammon

💳 Mammon never meant for it to become a habit but you were there all the time and because you were slightly shorter than him, when something startled him he grabbed the closest thing and that happened to be his horns. 💳 You didn’t even really notice that it happened until he started to mess with them when he talked about some punishment from Lucifer. 💳 It took some time to realise that it was a comfort thing but when it started happening in his sleep. 💳 You had never thought of your demon form as comforting but if it helped him then who were you to complain.

You watched as Mammon threw his bag somewhere in his room while you put yours neatly to the side “are you okay?” You asked. “Mhm ya fine.” He answered falling face first on the bed, you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “You want to try and actually be convincing?” You asked as you crawled up the bed until you were lying facing him. “Mm.” He hummed a noise before turning his face so that he could see you. “What’s going on?” You asked. “Nothin’” He answered. “Got something to do with Lucifer?” You asked. “Mm.” He hummed. “Right, well you obviously don’t want to talk about so how about this instead?” You reached down and grabbed his hand moving it up to your head, where he started to trace the rivets and patterns on your horns. “He yelled at me again, apparently I’m supposed to stop all ma brothers from doin’ whatever they want.” He grumbled as his fingers moved down to the bottom of your horns when he played with your hair for a second before going back to your horns pressing your fingers against the points. “You and your brothers are pretty uncontrollable.” You nodded and he looked at you, you smiled as you reached over and took his glasses off his face, folded them and put them on the side table behind you. “Whatcha mean ‘m uncontrollable.” He glared at you. “You tried to dognap Cerberus.” You reminded him and he grumbled before starting to laugh, his hand resting heavy on your head. “Feel better?” “Yeah I guess so,” He answered.

Leviathan

🎮 Levi had spent most of his time in his room but in order to earn his trust you brought him never figurines and Ruri comics. You wanted to show him that you meant no harm and that you didn’t judge him. 🎮 One night he invited you to watch a movie with him, you brought some popcorn and settled on the new sofa in his room. He didn’t realise that he was doing it but his tail stretched out behind him and slowly started to wrap around yours. 🎮 You tested the occurrence when you were next with him and found that it happened again at a meeting with his brothers particularly when all attention was on him. 🎮 Mammon is likely the one that points it out, Levi gets flustered and runs away and you have to chase after him to explain that it wasn’t a problem.

You knew where he had gone but you went to grab the gift that you had brought him before heading to his room, you knocked on the door “Go away!” Levi yelled through to door and you sighed. “Levi, can we talk?” You asked. “Why would you want to talk to me?” He asked. “Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you?” You asked, you weren’t expecting the door to open so you jumped slightly when he appeared in front of you. “Are you here to make fun of me?” He asked. “Make fun of you?” You frowned “do they do that a lot?” “Some of them.” He mumbled. “Well I’m here with a peace offering.” You pushed the limited edition figurine that he had been talking about for weeks into his hand. “How did you get this!?” He asked. “I have my ways.” You winked as your tail reached out to tap his. “What happened earlier…” His cheeks turned red at the mention of what happened “don’t worry about it, I’m not bothered by it.” “I’m sorry it's just…” He looked around before pulling you into the room and closing the door he pressed his hands either side of your body resting his forehead on your shoulder as he powered through the sentence. “It helps when I feel less anxious.” “It does?” You asked. “Y-yeah.” He answered nodding so you lifted your hand to run through his hair. “Then do it as much as you want.” You said softly. “I want you to feel comfortable and if that helps then I’m happy to help.” It was then that you felt him tense, he must have realised the position that you were in but you were quick to distract him. “How about we watch that show that you were telling me about?” He stood straightening himself immediately, it was easy to forget how tall he was considering he was always slouching, he pulled you towards the couch getting everything that you needed for the viewing party and finally when he sat down his tail wrapped around yours the way that it always had.

Satan

🐈 Satan was angry all the time and he felt like he could destroy anything but you never seemed to be afraid of him. 🐈 His tail was his most dangerous weapon, he lashed out with it constantly, he destroyed furniture and hurt other demons but he couldn’t hurt you. 🐈 He didn’t understand what happened the first time but after a few attacks he realised that your skin hardened where there were demon marks. 🐈 The fascination started when he touched your skin for the first time when you weren’t protecting yourself, it felt like velvet, it was so soft a stark contrast from what you had shown him before.

You and Satan had become rather close, you were the only one that seemed to be able to say more than 2 words to him without making him unbelievably angry. Today however Lucifer seemed intent on his lecture at the dinner table. Your hand rested on the arm of your chair, you could see Satan’s hands balling up so you reached over gently linking your hands, his longer fingers resting against the mark on the back of your hand. “Relax, ignore him.” You said and his grip tightened around your hand, you hardened the skin where he was pushing the most pressure and he seemed to stop for a second. “I didn’t know that you could do that?” He asked. “Huh?” You asked, looking at him. “With your skin.” He mumbled. “Oh well you seemed to like it when it was soft so I didn’t want to harden all of it but, you are super strong.” You informed him “your nails are sharp too.” “Oh sorry.” He attempted to let go but you tighten your grip. “No it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt like this.” You promised.

Later that evening you were in the library with Satan and he sat with a book in hand, you were sitting next to him reading through some texts from Diavolo, you jumped when you felt him touch the skin of your hand again he made it seem like he didn’t even know what he was doing “you know you can just touch it, you don’t have to act like it was an accident.” You said. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “How about this… when you feel angry you come find me instead, I can withstand whatever and you get to touch the safety blanket.” You shrugged. “The safety blanket?” He asked and you looked at him and held up your hands. “But for now we can pretend that nothing is happening.” You suggested lifting your legs and laying them over his lap. “Do you have those patches on your legs too?” He asked. “What do you want to know?” You asked, he narrowed his eyes before pinching at the kin that covered your shin. You giggled “only time will tell.”

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo had always been proud of his body and while his body hadn’t changed on a base level there were differences. 💅 You noticed the way that he looked at himself, he seemed lost like he didn’t know how to navigate something that was his, afraid to touch it for fear of ruining something, you hated it. 💅 Asmo would often sit and trace the demon marks on your body, and tell you how much he loved them, how different they were from anything else that he had seen before 💅 So you vowed to help him see his body the way that he saw yours, as a work of art.

You sat in front of Asmo on his bed, you twisted your head as you looked at him “what?” He asked. “Do you not like your new demon form?” You asked. “I don’t dislike it.” He answered he took your hand tracing the mark that started on your wrist and snaked up your arm. “But?” He asked. “I never thought that I would have a demon form, I don’t know how to be a demon, how to act, what to wear.” He explained, you had both somehow moved closer in the time that you were talking and he was now tracing the marks on your shoulder. “Is that the only thing that bothers you?” You asked. “Mmm.” He answered with a hum. “So what you're saying is we need to go on a shopping trip and see what demon clothes make you feel good?” You asked as his hand moved down to yours and linked your fingers, he seemed hesitant to agree and you looked at him and smiled “trust me let me show you.”

The next day you both headed out to look for some new clothes for Asmo, your attention drawn to a white jacket you smiled as you pulled him over, he was still tracing the shapes on your skin even if he couldn’t see them. “What do you think about this?” You asked as you held it out to him, his eyes seemed to move over the jacket before looking around the store, it seemed like he was building an outfit in his head, you smiled as he walked over to a rack where there was a pink shirt and then another where there was a pair of burgundy skinny jeans. “Try it on.” “You think?” He asked. “Trust yourself.” You winked, he walked into the changing room and when he finally came back out you walked towards him “I think you look pretty good.” He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. “I don’t know how to thank you.” He said softly. “Just trust and look after yourself, you're the avatar of lust, you are built to know what is best, never doubt your instincts.” You winked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel didn’t want to worry anyone, he knew the adjustment was going to be difficult but he didn’t realise how much, the hunger that he felt was so intense and it seemed like nothing he did relieved him of it. 🍔 You never seemed afraid of him when he talked about how hungry he was, you’d sit in front of him between his legs, usually facing out into the room. It was subconscious at first he played with your hair around your horns but when the hunger got really bad he’d squeeze, you never complained in fact it was like it never happened. 🍔 One day he asked you about it and you told him that you didn’t actually feel pain in your horns so the only thing he had to be careful of was breaking them but he had never been close to doing that. 🍔 It became the tell for you when he needed food, if you were around his hands would find your horns and rest there, tracing them until the hunger died down.

Lucifer had called some kind of house meeting so all the brothers were gathered in the living room, Beel had sat on the sofa with you in front of him where you always were, it was subtle at first his fingers started running through your hair as you both listened to whatever Lucifer was saying, Belphie glanced over at you both as Beel’s hands moved towards your horns, he saw that you reached into your pocket Belphie tensed but then you produced a large packet of gummies and passed them up to Beel, who made a happy sound of compliance as he opened the packet and started eating, his free hand running over your horns pressing against the point before running back down, he gently pressed on your horns causing your head to fall back on his thigh, he put one of the gummies on your tongue and smiled whispering a small thank you.

After the meeting Belphie was the one to stop you, you smiled as he fell in step with you and Beel heading towards the kitchen “what was that in the room?” Belphie asked. “What?” Beel asked, Belphie raised an eyebrow and you smiled. “Beel plays with my horns when he is hungry.” You said, “I don’t know what started it.” “Beel?” Belphie asked as he looked at his older brother. “Well, everyone always looked scared of me when I said I was hungry, you know… It kinda scared me too. One day when I was hungry (Y/N) was here and she didn’t run away, I don’t know, I didn’t mean to touch them but you never flinched and then you said that it didn’t hurt, they were sturdy and helped me to forget about being hungry for a while.” He explained, you smiled at him as you linked your hands. “Don’t try to forget about it, promise me you’ll just tell me, even if you just play with my horns, then we can get you something to eat okay?” You asked. “I’ll always have something for you, I promise.” “Really?” He asked. “Really.” You confirmed as you handed him a chocolate bar that you had in your pocket. “Woah… I can have that?” He asked. “Course.” You nodded as he took it, opening it and mumbling a thank you just before he stuffed the treat into his mouth. Belphie didn’t say anything but he hoped that you never left his brother because he’d need you for the rest of his demonic life.

Belphegor

💤 Belphegor literally had no idea what he was doing because it always happened when he passed out like a narcoleptic. 💤 No matter if he fell asleep before you appeared or right next to you, he found your wings and used them as a pillow. 💤 His new ability to walk dreams caused him restless sleep especially when he was around people he didn’t know but for some reason when his hands twisted into wings he managed to properly rest. 💤 You never mentioned it, so you had no idea if he knew that he was doing it but you didn’t want to risk it stopping if it helped him sleep.

You walked into the library after looking for somewhere quiet to finish off the work that you had to do for school, you assumed that they were all avoiding the room because Belphie was sleeping in there, you sat on the sofa careful not to wake him and you got comfortable with everything that you needed. You were about an hour in before he started tossing and turning, you looked down at him before casting your eyes around the library and noted that there were a couple of people that had fallen asleep over open essays and research papers, you were sure that they were probably having stress dreams of some kind, you looked back over at Belphie and stretched your wing out to cover him both shielding him from the light and the sleeping demons, his he and reaching up instinctively taking hold of the feathers and settling again. “You're the only person that can do that.” You jumped as you looked over at Beel who must have come looking for his brother. “I’m not doing anything.” You shrugged and he looked at you both. “He feels safe with you, he’s probably never going to admit that but I’ve seen him looking for you when he’s awake, you know he just needs to know that you're there.” “Surely, you make him feel the same way.” You said as he shrugged. “Kind of, it’s different with you though.” Beel informed you. “You think?” You asked as you looked over at Belphie who had somehow gotten closer to you on the beanbags. “Mm.” Beel hummed. “Well I promise that for as long as I can be here with you and your brothers I will be whatever he needs me to be.” You said as you reached into your bag throwing him a small pack of biscuits “get to practise I’ll keep an eye on him and we’ll meet you once practice is done.” “Alright see you then.” He got up and headed off. “Finally.” Belphie muttered and you glanced down at his slightly opened eyes. “Go back to sleep, we've got a couple of hours before we have to leave.” You said and sighed snuggling into your thigh and carefully guiding you wing to cover him.

Request Here!!

[blazingstar24]

Vespin’s fuck up in the ascension ritual makes so much sense after learning more about how malconvokers work. Because a lot of that subclass is about tricking devils and demons to doing your bidding and a lot of that comes with hiding who you are. Because if word gets out that wizard mcwizard is the famed devil tricker, mr mcwizard’s business is cooked. A lot of what Vespin would have been doing at the height of the Age of Arcanum wouldn’t be known. Especially the way malconvokers are perceived.

Like look at Laerryn or Patia for comparison. Both are on equal levels of wealth and status as Vespin when it comes to the mageocracy. Except kind of not. Laerryn’s work as the Architect Arcane is known. She’s a celebrated wizard in her time. People know that she’s the one keeping that city flying. Patia is the Keeper of Scrolls, she’s the one with all the knowledge of Avalir. Their achievements are known in their time. But Vespin? All we know about him even before his big fuckup is that he was some archmage.

But it’s the Age of Arcanum bitches. Everyone and their mother is some crazy fucking mage. You gotta do something big to be known. And it’s not like Vespin wasn’t high up in the mageocracy. In fact he knew more about Avalir than the people running that city. But that’s the thing isn’t it. A lot of Vespin’s work deals in secrets and devil deals that would not be making it on the front page of wizard news. He has to work in the shadows per his subclass.

And it’s almost ironic because Vespin’s not evil aligned. He can’t be per his subclass rules. But hubris isn’t a trait of evil. It’s something everyone can have. Malconvokers are meant to be trying to bring more good by tricking the bad. The idea is get rid of evil in a more tricksy way than a paladin just smiting a devil. So him being so adamant in taking down a Betrayer is just him being a malconvoker on a higher level. But this is more than tricking some greater demon. This is taking down a god. A Betrayer no less.

The way Brennan plays Asmodeus is that in his own word’s “he’s not out here flim flamming you”. Asmodeus’ greatest strength is in his manipulation. And honestly I think Vespin could have killed him. If not for the hubris. And Asmodeus sees through him. What did he promise him? In this confrontation, any lesser god or lesser manipulator would have said the usual shit of “wait I’ll give you power or immortality or some other bs”. But Asmodeus isn’t a fool. He sees Vespin coming for the kill shot and says okay, let’s make a deal. Because he knows that despite this being the stake that malconvoker’s theses rely on, what Vespin really wants is to be known. For his work of banishing evil to come out from the shadow and side eyeing. And he traps him.

Because for all intents and purposes, Vespin had the kill shot. But he faltered when Asmodeus hit him with the okay kill me, but no one’s going to know you or why you did it. Because by the rules of the RQ’s ritual, your mortal life is struck from history. And it is simple hubris. Like it’s not that hard to understand. But it’s also this idea of oh you spent your whole life working to get rid of evil, to balance the scales, and it’s not as glamorous as being the Architect Arcane or the Keeper of Scrolls. And people think you’re a heretic and he’s living in Vasselheim so yeah his ass had to be doing his wizard business in secret. And yes Vespin was high enough in status to possibly get past the scrutiny but he’s probably not summoning fiends in the middle of Vasselheim on the regular.

Yet, there’s the growing mageocracy. Everyone is trying to one up each other. Everyone is showing off. And it eats at you that you’re a talented mage but your work won’t be spotlight like that. Sure you get interviewed and sure you’re in all the circles. But there’s this idea of being above all of that. (And he’s really not) So when there’s this chance of finally getting your work known and doing the ultimate mic drop of a malconvoker’s career, yeah Vespin is going to fall for the hubris that he thought he was above.

And this isn’t saying he was like a good guy and then oopsie doopsies he fucked up once. But there’s something so interesting about the basis of his hubris and reasons behind the choice he makes that dooms him and Exandria.

[sweetshelluvaau]

Finally, I finished him!

So here he is, the King of Lust himself, Asmodeus! I wanted to take a break from the main cast plus hyperfixation came into play so if I didn't draw Ozzie my brain would have exploded so here we are. I'm putting this under read more because there's a lot of ranting before I get to the notes on the redesign plus pictures to address my points:

To be honest: I don't mind Ozzie's design/outfit in the show. It isn't horrible by any means and there was a time where I could say I even liked it. But when Oops dropped and seeing him without the suit happened, disappointment sunk in.

Are you telling me this man, is a beefcake under that compression suit? The embodiment of lust is jacked and his outfit doesn't show that!?

Seriously Viv, where's the beef?

And while I did say that I did at one time like his design, I never found it really 'sexy' (his voice on the other hand...) and after seeing his beautiful chest all I can do is cry about it.

Also: what is it with Viviziepop and top hats? It's if half of her male cast wears them. It'd make sense for some characters, notability sinners who died in their era that they were popular but it makes no sense for other characters. In this case, I just think Ozzie looks better without one.

Ahem, yeah okay, right, soooo notes:

I noticed one of his earlier looks before the final design he had a longer, thicker and fluffier neck and kinda sad they didn't keep that being it worked with the rooster motif he's suppose to have. I decided to incorporate it back into my design just because I can. Plus, ya know it's fluffy:

I also decided to give him bird feet/chicken legs and make him a bit thicker thighs because excuse me he's part rooster have you seen the meat on those things?!

Because my obsession with his chest, I decided that the outfits should show it off more because, um...chest. Also: FLUFF. idk why I just really wanted to make him fluffy.

The outfit on the right was the one I drew first but I felt it was lacking the regal feel I wanted to go with being he is one of the Deadly Sins and I wanted to show that (along with his chest and fluff but shh). I decided to keep it as a secondary, causal outfit on days off when all you want to just lay on the couch and chill/cuddle with your boyfriend. (likely gonna get rid of the neckless being I mostly just added it because I thought it was funny. If you know, you know.)

After going back at it a second time I decided to go for a burlesque style (Not sure if I nailed it or not) considering his club sorta had that theme going for it and while I'm more than likely going to revisit and change a few things later on, I overall love how the outfit came out.

And of course, a crown. I may get rid of the fire/flaming top in later drawings but I thought it was cool at the time.

I may still revisit the design to maybe add a bit more bull, goat and possible dragon to his design outside of the heads but I think I may save that for when I cerate his full demon form where I'll have those features stand out more. Likely won't have him have his tiny form in my au, no matter how cute it is.

not really a design note persay but kinda want to mention it because it bothers me: I drew/inked and colored both of these at different times which is why the anatomy and coloring is so different from each other. I'm still playing around with clip studio paint tho I think the shading style on the right is the one I'm gonna go with for now on.

As for character/lore notes: I really don't like how it feels as if Ozzie (along with some other characters) was defanged in season two plus how they made him, a deadly sin, not feeling all too threating. Granted, Ozzie being nice isn't the problem (being nice doesn't necessarily mean you're a good person plus I do like that the sins do have some virtues like believing in consent being ya know, complexity and what not suppose to be full on evil) and I even have him being one of the nicer Sins in my AU but still can have his dickish moments and hell, he and Fizz are gonna drag your corpse with the amount of roasting they're dishing you about your sex life because god they were so much fun when both them had more bite. Please bring back my chaotic asshole jester gremlin and his rooster boyfriend tag teaming about how much you suck in bed and just being a general nuisances to society plzthx. (plus ya know, Fizz is a Jester his job is roasting people. Not to say he can't have some kindhearted moments. His friendship with Blitzo gives me life and I love the moment with the deaf kid even if you have to question why a kid is doing at a 18+ event to begin with but that's a whole other can of worms.)

While I'm not going with the circus theme that Viv claims she's going for with each Deadly Sin being based off a circus act (which is a fun idea in theory tbh if that idea expanded on outside of a poorly done aesthetic), I kind of like the idea of a magician motif for Ozzie due to his use of fire plus one of his infernal correspondences happens to be illusions, which we kinda saw him do in Ozzie's. I thought it was a cool touch, regardless if that was intentional or not.

Also, apparently it's canon that Fizzarolli is his first romantic relationship and idk that kinda bothers me. Asmodeus is over thousand years old and in biblical lore he's been in a few relationship (plus what happened in the Book of Tobit with Sarah). Why not play around with that? In my AU, he's been in at least two (Lilith and Mammon respectfully, and I'll talk about that at a later time) before but they were all failed relationships, which soured his view on love for a long time until he fell for Fizz. I also headcanon Ozzie being/use to being a bit of a hopeless romantic, as much as he tries to hide it (poorly).

Hey, I drew some half decent hands for once.

Anyways, yeah, here's my version of Ozzie. Next up with be either Stolas (which is less of an rewrite and more of a damn overhaul because holy shit I really had enough of this guy in canon) or perhaps Beelzebub being I got some ideas for her too.

Made with Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop CS6 for final touches. Okay to reblog, Feedback is encourage.

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The Ballad of A Homeschooled Prince

Diavolo

As MC and Solomon explain the details of what happened on their way to the castle, my heart sinks. The Devildom and Celestial Realm have never gotten along at the best of times, so I'm not exactly surprised that Mammon--and to a lesser extent Asmodeus--went through that kind of experience. But it's certainly not the future I want to live in. I believe everyone has value, regardless of race.

Most demons don't see it that way, though. They think themselves to be superior to angels, and therefore the Devildom should never welcome those of the Celestial Realm.

That's in large part thanks to my father. To say that he hates angels is an understatement. If he had it his way, he'd either exterminate every single one of them or, if he was feeling generous, enslave them for all of eternity.

So, he didn't take too kindly to six of them falling more or less on his doorstep. He wanted to send them away. I insisted that they stay. Once he saw that Lucifer bore my mark, he acquiesced, but not before snarkily telling me,

"If you want to act all high and mighty, then perhaps you should take my place for a while. That will get rid of all your silly ideas, and you'll finally start seeing sense."

And then he pretty much disappeared after assigning the brothers titles, so that put an end to that argument. If it weren't for Barbatos, I'd be doing this entirely on my own. Thankfully he and I are on the same page, and not just because he's subservient to me. He's never particularly agreed with my father's policies, but due to his position as butler, he had to keep his mouth shut or risk severe punishment.

Before I can start implementing any change, though, I have to figure out how to get the brothers acclimated to life in the Devildom, and fast. The normal method of assigning them mentors clearly isn't going to work, and with my additional responsibilities, I don't have the time to teach them much of anything.

That is why I wanted to talk MC and Solomon. Based on what Thirteen told me, they should have some insight that will hopefully help me resolve this issue.

MC develops a nervous look on their face when I ask the question, but Solomon manages to comfort them with a soft smile and nod.

"In our timeline, you had established a school," MC quietly answers. "It was called the Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD for short. There was a wide array of courses ranging from the standard fundamentals to more advanced, specialized topics. The school was successful enough that you were able to implement an exchange program across the three realms, and Solomon and I were among the first group of students to participate."

"You're not the only one that wants peace and unity between realms," Solomon adds. "I know it may seem that way right now, but there are other people in the Devildom that feel the same way about the future as you do. You just have to know where to look."

Well, this is rather interesting, to say the least. The fact that there's a future timeline where I'm actually able to make positive changes to the Devildom and prove my father wrong...the idea is simply too enticing to ignore.

But I can't do it on my own.

"Would either one of you be interested in being founding members of this school?" I ask.

"Well, it wouldn't make sense for me to, given that I end up being an exchange student later down the line," Solomon replies. "But MC should be able to as long as they use their alias." That makes sense. Wouldn't want to mess with their timeline too much.

I look over at MC, who takes a deep breath before responding,

"I'm in."

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Facing Me

Asmodeus x reader

Part One

W.C 1.5k

~ Spring Cleaning in the HOL takes a strange turn when you and Asmodeus find a cursed mirror.

After the House of Lamination was taken over by that Army of rats last week, Barbaots strongly recommended that the Brothers do a bit of decluttering in the attic to prevent this disaster from happening again in the future. 

Being the model human you are, you volunteered to help them out. Not just from the goodness in your heart but also the curiosity you have towards the boxes upon boxes of magical items, trinkets, and antiques that have been hidden away within these walls.

You heard there was a lot to go through, but as you look over the boxes, and boxes, and boxes of items to take out and examine you wonder if there is an end in sight. 

“Are you really…sure… all these need to go downstairs?” your muscles strain as you lift a heavy wooden chest off of the top of a dusty end table and walk it over to the doorway. Lucifer gives you a soft smile before taking it off of your hands.

“Yes, Barbatos said that if we wish to remain rodent free we must get rid of all unnecessary clutter.” He replies, “But If you see anything up here that you would like to keep for yourself don’t be afraid to tell me.”

“Oi, why does just Mc get to have their pick of all this stuff?” Mammon pouts from behind a cobwebbed vanity with a cracked mirror. 

“Isn't it obvious?” Lucifer sighs looking at his brother. “Because you have given me no reason to trust you.” 

“I’m plenty trustworthy,” Mammon stammers, his tanned cheeks flushing pink in frustration. “Lemme show you, ” He reaches for a box of books that is balancing precariously on top of some mismatched boxes, pulling the heavy weight easily toward him. “See, I can take care of junk too.”

“Wait! Look out,” Satan yells from behind you, you are pushed out of the way just as the tower of boxes collapses, glass breaks and trinkets smash against the floor where you once stood. Dust fills the air, sending you and the other Demons into a fit of coughing, but miraculously, everyone is unharmed. 

But judging by the near murderous glares Lucifer and Satan send Mammon, you wonder just how long that will remain to be true.

“Look what you did you idiot,” Satan seethes,  looking at his brother darkly, “They could have gotten hurt.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh tiredly, “It was an accident.”

“M’ sorry.” Mammon says, looking at you like a kicked puppy, “You gotta believe me Mc, I’d never try to hurt ya on purpose.”

You brush yourself off and take Satan’s outstretched hand. “No harm done,” you say, “I’m just a bit dustier than before.”

Lucifer’s brow creases with worry as he looks down at the disaster at his feet. “ although Mammon’s actions were extremely irresponsible. He has shown us that this room may not be the safest option for you to be in. Perhaps your assistance would be better put to use downstairs.” 

“Are you demoting me?” you ask, suddenly feeling rather ashamed of your human mortality. 

His gaze softens and his hand comes to gently rest on your arm. “Not at all, at this rate we seem to be clearing out the attic faster than those downstairs can sort through the boxes. You would be a great help to Asmodues and the others.”

“Why do you have to make sense all the time?” you say turning and stepping over a fallen crate. The Avatar of Prdies words of logic reassure you as you look forward to the next task at hand.

But before you can make it to the door, Satan's voice calls out to you. 

“Be careful when handling the items, some of them may be enchanted or cursed. If you’re not sure about something, set it aside for later. 

“Or give it to Levi,” Mammon grumbles. “Most of this junk is probably his anyway~” the back of Lucifer’s hand makes contact with Mammons shoulder. “Ow what was that for?”

~

You pass by Beel when you make it to the ground floor. Despite carrying armloads of heavy boxes, the sixth born looks as energized as ever. Not a drop of sweat mars his brow as he climbs the steps once again, no doubt thinking about the promised reward of Hell’s Kitchen when the job is done. 

Levi sits cross legged on a chair in the living room with his laptop, his job is to research the items in the attic and if necessary look up how to dispose of them properly if they are cursed. Belphie is supposed to be doing that too, but apparently his sitting position was too comfortable and he fell victim to his Sin.

Just in the other room you find Asmodeus. The Avatar of Lust is hard at work sorting through the boxes, organizing the clutter into neat little piles, giving each one a little bit of attention. His eye for detail is put to use perfectly. 

He shines an old candle stick with a pink dust cloth with a serene smile as you approach his seat at the dining room table. “Do you need a hand? I got banished from the Attic.”

“Then it’s your lucky day hon,” the demon beams, pulling out the seat next to him. “I have lots to go through and would love to spend a bit more time with you.”

“Thanks, where should I start?” you ask, sliding into the seat, eager to resume helping out in any way you can. “Do you have a system?”

“His peach colored eyes trail to the ceiling in thought as he bites his glossy lower lip. “Hmmm, not really. I’m just working through one box at a time, nothing is really gross so I'm just giving each item a little bit of TLC.”

“Got it,” you grin staring down at the worn down box wondering just where you should start first. Whoever packed this one up did it carefully, so you decided to grab a large white leatherbound book. Its title is written in some strange language you have never seen before, but you can tell from the faint warmth of magic radiating from the ink that it is some kind of spell book. 

“This looks cool,” you hum dusting off the cover with a cloth, “Maybe Solomon would want to check it out.”

Asmo nods, his eyes shining as he sets the now-shining candle stick to the side and reaches back into the box. “Isn't this fun? I bet we can find all sorts of things in here. If you find any cool decorations let me know, vintage is trending on Devilgram so I would love to add a few new things to my room.”

“I will,” you say as you slide the less dusty spellbook to the other side of the table for later.

“Beautiful,” he exclaims next to you. Curiously you turn your head to find the demon holding up an antique silver mirror, although you cannot see the glass, you are blown away by the intricate collage of embedded flower shaped jewels that adorn the back of it. 

“Wow it is a stunning mirror,” you breathe as the demon lets out a laugh. 

“I was talking about me, but I guess it’s pretty too.” He murmurs. “Take a look for yourself Mc. He flicks his wrist over to you and you see your reflection in it briefly. But the moment you lock eyes with your mirrored image, a bright, warm light fills the room blinding the two of you.

Your hands fly to your eyes as you try to shield your eyes from the enchanted light but it seems to travel through your palms. “What’s going on?” Asmo cries as he drops the mirror, the sound of broken glass reaches your ears. 

“I don’t know, all I did was look at it.” You say worriedly, your vision still flooded with painless gold. The light fades after a few seconds, but it takes a bit for you to blink away the spots in your vision, lowering your hands and you stare at the stone pattern of the floor in confusion.  “W-what was that?”

Asmodeus’ worried voice catches your attention “Mc are you alright? I had no idea that would happen.”

“I think i’m alright,” you say gently looking yourself over, maybe that mirror just was enchanted to flash a bright light when someone looks at it. Even after all this time in the Devildom, you still find yourself surprised by just how many ridiculous spells there are floating around. 

“How about you~” when you turn your head, you find yourself at a horrified loss for words as you look at the Demon next to you. “What the?”

“What’s wrong?” he cries no doubt seeing the look of abject horror on your face. “Is there something on my face?”

“T-that’s just it Asmo.” you say rubbing your eyes one final time to make sure your eyes aren't just playing tricks on you. “Your face. It’s gone.”

To Be Continued...

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Why can't they love me like I do?

It was a dull night, one like you've never seen in the devildom. Asmodeous was drinking this night away. His thoughts were all over the place.

"Why... why can't they just like me." Slurring a bit, not thinking right."Am I not pretty enough... surely that's not it..!" He said, trying not to think too hard into that matter of fact, him already being insecure about it.

"Y/n.. my dear.. Why do you have to make me so confused.. I've never felt like this towards someone, but.. how can a human like you stir up this feeling.." looking towards mc's way with such loving eyes watching them talk to Lucifer.

He started looking towards for a few minutes before being snapped out of the trance. A demon started talking to me. They looked really good but nowhere close to y/n.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could do a dance with me?" the demon said boldly with full confidence as they winked.

I thinked for a while then looked towards mc, "Alright then." he responded but not in his usual flirty voice. Who was he to say no to one of his people?

Little did he know someone started staring while they danced.

Mc stopped their conversation, looking towards Asmodeus sighing ,"No way someone like him could ever love me, a human that doesnt even last half as long as they do" looking longingly at the two demons dancing

Mc moves their gaze towards the drinks area.

The night is young, isn't it?

"I don't think a few drinks will hurt, won't they?" y/n said, grabbing one of the humans alcohol beverages

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

By the time Asmodeus finished dancing, Mc got drunk.

I rushed towards them, seeing them this drunk. " Y/n? Dear.. why did you drink so much? " Using my sweet voice "Dear... look at you. " I put my hand on their face as I watched them go into my touch.

"Let's go... get out of here, my dear." grabbing their wrist gently and pulling them out of the party that was happening at one of the restaurants.

We reached home quite fast due to the worries I was. I walked through the shiny staircase towards my room as the moonlight was showing itself into the hallways. It was just as pretty as y/n.

I slowed down, admiring the halls and the warmth of their hand. It felt perfect in my hand.

Like we're perfect for each other.

"Y/n, please sit down." I offered them a seat on my bed." You should rest, my lovely, you drank way too much." I told them softly. The only responses they gave me were mumbling slurring.

They're so adorable..

"I could get you a spare change and change yourself in my bathroom?" I sighed." I don't trust you enough to let you go back to your room, dear."

You replied with slurred yes as I swiftly made my way towards your room to get the spare changes.

Entering the room made me remember all the memories we shared past the years you've spent in devildom. All the face products we used together, all the playlists we made , sleepovers, but my most favourite were the photos hanged around the room with the two of us

"You've kept the old ones too..." I mumbled, giving it a sad smile."I would've thought you got rid of them." My heart started beating louder as I looked around, seeing only photos with the two of us not even with his brothers.

I sighed yet again, remembering what he wanted to forget at the party.Even if there's no photo with someone else, he knows you like someone else.

Or that's what he thought.

I clutched onto the clothes, taking one more glance at the well lit room by the beautiful moon.

As I open the door, I yell for them. "Y/n? I got you the clothes!" I softly giggled at the gaze of them."Let's get the shower on for you so you can get nice and cozy after, yeah?"

"Yeah.. sure thing, " they yawned right after saying so.

I started getting the bath ready as Mc was looking at the bubbles that started appearing in the bathtub.

"I'll let you be now darling, yell for me if you need anything," telling them before putting their spare change next to the chair and then leaving my personal bathroom.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Change of POV:

The both of us were cuddles in Asmos' bed. I was snuggling against him. The two of us appreciate the warmth that we were in and the peace that was inside.

The roses slightly glowed in the moonlight and made the room smell amazing.

The night passed quickly, the sky turning into a brighter red, no actual sun existed in the devildom, so we never really knew how the time passed here.

I woke up feeling someone next to me. I felt somehow lightheaded like someone ran me over.

I murmur some words, finally opening my eyes, seeing that Asmo was holding me in an embrace.

My cheeks turned red.

"No way?! what happened last night..!" I turned around slightly, trying to get out of the room."I have to apologise to him...! I can't look him in the eyes yet!"

I made my way out of the room as fast as possible, leaving Asmo alone.

My whole face was red, and I was disappointed in myself. "I hope I didn't say anything that might've been related to my feelings,if I did, then.." I stopped myself, not knowing what I'd do if he would've stopped talking to me.

What would I do without him?

What am I actually

Without him?

I can't let that happen. There's no way I said something about it.

"I'm such an idiot how could I let myself drink that much?! Why did I drink so much in the first place!" I mentally scolded myself, putting one of my hands on my head trying to remember the reason on why.

"Why is this so complicated? Why do I... It's so hard, unlike him. I can die easily. I can't even live half as he does. Why does my stupid heart feel like this? There's no possible way for him... for us... he wouldn't like that I can't spend as much time with him. " Soft tears start streaming down my cheeks and hands

I don't understand why.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Soft knocks were heard at my door, followed by a sweet voice. It was Asmo.

"Y/n? dear, we have lunch ready."

I'm trying to keep my voice as steady as possible. "That's ok! I don't want to eat." I responded through the door.

"Dear? Are you okay? Can I come in?" He asked, holding on to the other side of the door

"No!" I yelled out my voice, breaking in the process."I mean no, there's no need!" I corrected myself quickly.

"Let me help you, Y/n. Please." he begged as he pressed on the handle

I went quiet as he walked inside. "I'm sorry." I said,'I'm really sorry." My tears started yet again.

"What are you apologising for, dear?" He asked, coming inside and pulling me in an embrace.

I look towards the ground. "I can't stop these stupid feelings." continuing my phrase "I've avoided saying it for a while, but I most probably said something about it last night when I drinked to much" I sobbed yet again "I'm sorry I know I shouldn't because I'm just a 'fragile' human."

"You're more than that." Asmo said putting a hand on my chin and slowly making ne look up to him "You're not a fragile human, maybe you don't have the strength that we do but you're still so strong" he chuckled softly "your feelings.. does that mean you love me?" He asked with excitement lingering in his tone.

"Yes, I love you." I stopped thinking of my next words "more than you could ever imagine."

"Well then, we're both lucky, aren't we dear? I love you too." he softly put his head on top of mine, our noses touching.

My eyes widen at his current statement.

"All this time, I thought you didn't love me, I was jealous of all the other people you talked to, each and every one of them." he stopped to move one of his hands on my cheek,"but now you're mine, all mine."

"May I?" He asked sweetly.

The only answer I could give him was nodding in approval to what he wanted to do next.

Warmth blossomed in my chest as our lips brushed together for the first time. The smell of his perfume, of the sweet, floral scent, was dizzying, butterflies formed in my stomach. But the warmth he gave me consumed me as I leaned into the kiss.

His lips felt extremely soft against mine, like they were a perfect mach for each other.

"I love you, don't you ever forget that." he said as we both started staring into our eyes.

"I won't ever forget it."

"I love you to the moon and back." I said.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

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