#lord diavolo is turning more and more evil in my eyes…

[xiaeom]

now i want to draw simeon + lucifer + micheal orz

[peppymintdreams]

Faithful to the King

Lord Diavolo x MC

The kingdom you called home had been nothing more than a hollow shell for as long as you could remember. The palace gleamed with wealth, each opulent room a monument to corruption, while the people who toiled in the fields and villages were starving, dying under the weight of the royal family's greed. The king and his court were cruel beyond words, their hearts blackened by decadence. It was no secret that they lived lavishly off the sweat and blood of their people. The royal family's cruelty was the very foundation of the kingdom’s decay.

You had grown up in the kingdom’s shadow, a "peasant" by status, though you carried blood that was tied to the higher ranks of the village. Despite your position, you had watched as your people were ground into the dirt. The kingdom needed a savior—a liberator. But who would dare to challenge the monarchy? Who could even hope to do so?

The answer, you found, lay in the realm of the unknown—the Devildom.

You had learned of dark magic, of ancient rituals whispered by those who had dared to walk the forbidden paths. Your desperation had pushed you to study these lost arts, to summon an entity powerful enough to topple the evil that reigned in your kingdom. There was only one being you knew of who could accomplish such a feat: Diavolo, the King of Hell himself.

You knew the price. You had heard the rumors. A deal with a devil was never free, but what choice did you have? If you were to free the kingdom, you would need power—unimaginable power.

On that fateful night, you stood alone in the deepest recesses of your cottage, the air thick with the scent of burning herbs and candles. You muttered the incantation, your voice trembling but determined. The symbols etched into the floor began to glow as a low hum filled the air. With every word, you could feel the air grow colder, darker, as though the very fabric of reality was bending to your will.

And then, before you, a rift tore open in the fabric of the world. The ground trembled, and from the darkness, he emerged.

Diavolo.

The King of the Devildom. A figure that was both mesmerizing and terrifying, his presence commanding and undeniable. His golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race, his lips curling into a smile that was both sinister and entrancing.

"Ah, so you’ve summoned me," Diavolo’s voice was rich, deep, like thunder rolling in the distance. "A mortal, no less. You must be desperate, to reach out to me."

You didn’t flinch. "I seek your help," you said, your voice steady despite the shiver running down your spine. "The royal family in my kingdom is evil. They care nothing for their people. They live in decadence, while the kingdom crumbles beneath them. I want to see them fall. I want to see my people free."

A glint of amusement flashed in Diavolo's eyes, but there was something else—a dark interest, a spark of curiosity. He tilted his head, regarding you with a mixture of admiration and caution.

"Bold," he mused, stepping closer. "And what do you offer in return for my help? The price is never small when dealing with someone like me."

"I offer you my soul," you declared, your voice unwavering, though your heart ached at the weight of your words. "In exchange for your aid in bringing down the royal family and claiming the kingdom for myself. I am willing to bind my fate to you, Lord Diavolo, if you will help me."

Diavolo’s smile widened, his sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. "A soul for the fall of a kingdom," he mused, as though testing the weight of your words. "I find your offer... tempting. But are you certain? The cost of such a pact is not one easily undone. You will be mine—body, soul, and everything in between. You will belong to me forever."

You took a deep breath, knowing that the moment you sealed this deal, there would be no turning back. "I would rather be yours, Diavolo, than live in a kingdom ruled by monsters. I will make them pay for their sins."

His laughter rang out then, rich and dark, a sound that sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through you. "Very well, mortal," Diavolo said, his voice soft but laced with power. "Your soul is mine. And in exchange, I shall grant you the power to destroy the royal family and claim the throne as your own. But know this: you will have no other master. You will walk by my side, as my consort, my partner in both power and desire."

You felt a surge of energy, a sudden rush that left your senses reeling as the pact was sealed. The magic crackled in the air, binding you to him in a way that left your very soul trembling. The weight of your decision settled over you like a cloak, but it was not one of regret. It was a cloak of purpose.

Diavolo's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. "When you claim the throne, remember this moment," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Remember who made it possible. And remember that it is I who holds the strings of your fate, mortal."

As the rift between the realms closed, you were left standing alone in the aftermath, your mind racing with the enormity of what had just transpired. But the excitement, the anticipation of what was to come, burned brighter than any fear you had. The royal family would fall, and you would be the one to deliver their doom. The kingdom would be free. And once it was, Diavolo’s kingdom would have its own place in your heart, and you would have no regrets.

But as the darkness of your pact settled in, you knew one thing for certain: nothing would ever be the same. You had given your soul, and now, you would be bound to the devil himself. And yet, despite the price, a strange thrill coursed through your veins.

You would bring them to their knees. You would bring them all to their knees. And in the end, you would rule by Diavolo’s side.

The throne would be yours, and the kingdom would be free—forever.

[lilianlay]

Fun on the beach

I wrote this fic last year and now it's time to show it😊 I hope you enjoy it. Hug everyone^^

Summary: Vacation didn't go according to plan and Lucifer wants to fix it

Warning: This is a tickle fic. If you don't like this, don't read it^^

Today be a very hot day. Even for the demons living in Devildom, it was unbearable.

- Why is it so hot today? - moaned Asmodeus and collapsed on the sofa in the living room, where the rest brothers were. - This heat is very bad for my skin.."

- I can't help but agree with Asmo, it's really hot today. - said Satan, who was trying to read book but could not concentrate.

- I can't sleep because of this.. - Belphie complained.

- And I'm eat.. - Beel pouted.

Levi just lay on the floor in starfish pose and mumbled something under his breath.

Mammon was quiet today, he looked out the window and listened out of the corner of his ear to his brothers.

- Hmm, I heard you - Lucifer began, who was sitting in an armchair and typed something on his D.D.D. - And already figured it out.

- You can make it rain?! - Asmo looked at his older brother.

- No. I have written to Diavolo and he will gladly lend us his private beach.

- Really?! - exulted the Avatar of Lust.

- Really. - the dark haired said. - And now everyone goes to their rooms and collects things, you have 20 minutes. - Avatar of Pride moved towards himself.

- I'm not even surprised that Lord Diavolo was so quick to offer Lucifer his beach - Satan quietly said to Belphie.

- Hehe, nothing is a pity for a lover" - the younger giggled.

- Thanks to Satan and Belph, you have 10 minutes left to get ready - was heard from the hallway.

Satan huffed and rolled his eyes.

Just now, Mammon, who was sitting by the window, got up and went to his room. As soon as he closed it, immediately heard an evil laugh.

- Private beach haha, this is the perfect opportunity to see Lucifer's naked torso! I'll take a picture of him and I can sell those pictures! I'll be rich!!" - he took the camera and began to rejoice.

- Mammon hurry up!! - he heard the voice of older brother.

- Oh yes of course! - as soon as he said that, he chuckled softly.

~~~

- Mm how fresh - Asmo spread his arms and took a deep breath.

Beel was more interested in the food they took with them. Satan decided to make a sneak attack on Levi and Belphie. He took a water gun and attacked them, splashing water.

- Satan!!! - third born squeaked and ran after him.

- It's wonderful here, thank you Luci!~ Asmodeus rushed to hug the older.

- I'm glad you liked it. - he smiled and stroked his brother on the back.

Lucifer put his things on the sand and began to take off the shirt in which he came.

- This is my chance!" - Mammon whispered to himself and quickly took out the camera, but was immediately disappointed, since the Avatar of Pride was already in his hydro suit. - What the...?"

~~~

Brothers decided what to play. There were a lot of offers and very strange ones from Mammon.

- Whoever shows a lot of bare skin wins." - the white-haired smiled and snuggled to Lucifer. - And if you want to play, you'll have to take off your costume~

- It's a terrible game. - said Satan with a light facepalm.

- We'll find a compromise then. We can play flags. - the dark-haired said and took out a stick.

- Ohh nice idea!~ Asmo clapped.

- It remains to decide where we will place the flag. - said Lucifer.

Mammon took stick in his brother's hand

- I think I know a great place! - he began to quickly approach the older's back and put the stick behind the collar.

All the other brothers stood in shock, he finally lost his mind?!

- Oops, now you'll have to take off your shirt to pull out the stick~ Mammon chuckled and took out his camera. But before he could turn around, grabbed him and in a couple of seconds he was already tied to a wooden pole.

- Um, Luci, what does all this mean?!" - the Avatar of Greed was trying to get out.

- Mammon, we came here to relax, and you tried to expose my torso during the day. - he crossed his arms.

- What?! Of course not! I didn't want anything! - the white-haired again tried to get free, but in the end, because of his efforts, sandal flies from his right foot.

- Then why did you walk around with a camera all day? - Levi asked.

- Um, let the memories stay, hehe. - Mammon replied nervously.

- Oh really?! I want to see those pictures! - Asmo smiled.

- Here's his camera. - Beel picked it up and turned it on.

- No no no! Wait! We're not done yet!!

Satan and Belphie started giggling.

- Yeah, good memories, especially when there is only Lucifer in the photos. - said the seventh born.

- Beel, give me a camera. - as soon as the Avatar of Pride began flipping through the photos, Mammon felt that he didn't have long to live.

- L-Lucifer, I can explain everything..

- Oh, you'll explain - he gave the camera to Levi. - But first, you will be punished.

- What?! Right here and now?!

- I wanted to punish you at home, but since you yourself want it. - he could hear teasing in Lucifer's voice.

- I'm already tie, why punish me any more?

- Hmm, that's not enough. - the Avatar of Pride looked Mammon up and down and chuckled. - I have to do one more thing."

- Wh-what? Lucifer! Wait! - the second born with new strength tried to get out as soon as he saw that his brother sat on the sand closer to his feet. - Please forgive me, I didn't mean to do that

- Mm, I don't think so and you deserve punishment for that. - he grabbed his brother's leg sticking out of the rope and began to slowly draw circles on the arch. It was enough for Mammon to squeak and start giggling.

- Nohohohoh Lucihihihi dohohohohon't." - his second foot in the sandal began to wiggle wildly and even tried to protect his right.

- Don't worry, the second foot will also get punished, but later~

- Sohohohohorry plehehehease

- No. - Lucifer answered firmly and began to tickle his brother's all foot faster.

- Ahahahahahahaha nohohohoho thahahaht's enohohohough

- Aww poor Mammon~ the white- haired was able to hear Asmo's teasing voice through his laughter.

- Hehe would like to switch places with him? - giggled Satan and poked the peach-haired's sides.

- Heeek! - the fifth born squeaked and looked at the blond. - "I don't want to, but I can provide it for you! - he ran after Satan, keeping his perfect nails at the ready.

Lucifer was not distracted from his work, but chuckled when he heard Satan's laughter.

- Looks like he needs help. - Levi suggested.

- Asmo or Satan? - Beel stated.

- It depends on which side we're on. - Belphie chuckled.

Brothers ran towards them, leaving Lucifer and Mammon alone.

- Whahahahat?? Nohohoho! Guhahahays hehehehelp

- They won't hear you anymore - the Avatar of Pride chuckled.

- Stohohohohop I cahahahahahan't

- Hmm, when you wanted to take a picture of me, you could?" - his hand reached for the second sandal and removed it.

- N-no, dohohon't - the blue-eyed tried to close one leg after the other.

- Don't what?

- Tickle me! - and then Mannon realized that he had made a mistake. - No! Wait a minute, that's not what I meant!

- Hehe, it's been so many years and this trick is still working on you~

Lucifer grabbed both ankles and began to tickle both feet quickly.

- Nohohohohooho! Lucihihihihi pleheheahAHAHAHAHASE

- I don't understand what you mean. You yourself wanted me to tickle you." - the Avatar of Pride raised his head and looked at his brother and how his cheeks began to turn red.

- I wohohohon't behehe anyMOHOHOHOHORE"

- Hmm, I don't think so. - the nails began to tickle very quickly.

- I SWEHEHEHEHEAR! I WOHOHOHON'T! LUHAHAHACI" - tears flowed down his cheeks.

Lucifer chuckled softly when remembered that Mammon had promised to behave in the same way as a child. He was well aware that he would still act like a jerk, but ticklish lessons could help, though not for long.

- What won't you? - mock the dark-haired and slowed his fingers a little so that his brother could speak.

- I wohohohon't tahahahake pihihihictures of yohohohou or evehehehen thihihihink abohohohout it

- And you'll delete everything

- Yehehes, yehehehes, I'll delehehete it, juhahast stohohop it - he snorted.

- Good. You gave yourself freedom. - Lucifer stopped and stood up.

Mammon just sniffed and looked away, breathe heavily. Lucifer chuckled and began to untie the rope.

The white-haired was so weak that he fell into his brother's arms.

- I can't feel my legs...

- Maybe next time you'll think thrice before doing something like that. - he planted the Avatar of Greed on the sand.

- Yes, yes, I'll think.

Lucifer turned around and went to check on the others while Mammon tried to catch his breath.

- Of course I'll think about it. - the white-haired grinned, wiped away his tears and held his hand behind his back with crossed fingers.

He's not incorrigible.

[leviathanswingman]

Oleander - Oneshot

pairing: gen, mentioned dialuci

characters: oleander (OC), diavolo, lucifer, barbatos, luke

word count: 3784

this is part of my next gen AU with @ruewrites !!!

Diavolo was walking through the streets of his city, feeling quite at peace as the warm evening air caressed his cheeks and tousled his hair. The quiet mumbling of his subjects going through their day-to-day lives made for excellent background noise as he strolled leisurely. It was an agreeable evening, not as scalding hot as it had been the days before. The Devildom sun was finally dimming, dipping the city in a dark orange light and filling the air with the promise of a mild night. With his presence concealed and the most overwhelming parts of his demonic aura dimmed down, he could enjoy his walk without any incidents.

Diavolo was walking through a vacant side alley, perhaps not with intent, but certainly not without reason. For once he was all by himself, his trusted butler Barbatos left behind at the castle. Evil voices might whisper he’d snuck out of the castle while Barbatos had been busy preparing the kitchen for a cookoff with Luke. Just as Barbatos was bent down, searching the cupboards for a bag of flour, Diavolo had leapt out of the window. It was a skill he had honed to perfection over the years. Barbatos hadn't even heard him when he fled. He would deal with the repercussions later on.

He strolled down the alley, carefree and calm. There was a bounce to his step and he let his arms swing freely from side to side as his eyes wandered with the curiosity of a child. 

Diavolo crossed over to the main street again. Something was about to happen, he was certain of it. His intuition was rarely wrong and today, his gut feeling seemed to be pointing him in a specific direction. 

Of course, walking on the main street made things a tad bit more difficult for him. After all, Diavolo was very recognizable, being the Devildom’s newly crowned king who recently hosted one of the biggest weddings for the denizens of the Devildom to remember. There was only so much a spell could fix. Not every day did Devildom royalty marry a former angel and esteemed Lord of Hell. Speaking of Lucifer, Diavolo was certain he’d ream him out for aimlessly wandering the streets by himself, without protection or company. But there were certain sacrifices he had to make. Lucifer and Barbatos’s expected anger was one of them.

Diavolo smiled to himself, lost in thoughts of his husband when all of a sudden, he bumped into someone. Or rather, someone bumped into him. 

Diavolo was greeted by a shock of auburn hair barely peeking out from under a hood. The person had a lanky frame and a gaunt build. It was quite clear that they weren't an adult just yet. For a second, their eyes met. 

“S’cuse me,” the youth muttered under their breath before pushing past him with an almost imperceptible limp. Perhaps they were good at balancing it out, but Diavolo could make out the little discrepancies in how they distributed their weight with each and every step. Perhaps a past injury that had healed crooked. 

Diavolo patted down his suit pocket. Where once had been his pristine leather wallet was now nothing but emptiness. He smiled. So he’d been correct. He'd just been mugged. How exciting.

Diavolo turned on his heel and walked in the direction the kid had disappeared in.

There was almost no light in the alleyway as Diavolo retraced the kid’s steps, reaching out for their magic and following its traces.

Then, he suddenly felt a presence emanating from behind a dark corner, hidden behind a few stacked boxes. He pretended to ignore it and before he could so much as blink, he felt something sharp being pressed to his side.

“Don’t move,” a voice behind him uttered. “Not even a damn inch.”

Slowly, Diavolo lifted his hands in defeat. He was fairly certain the youth had a knife pointed at his side, so he decided to keep things civil for now. Lucifer and Barbatos most certainly wouldn’t be amused if he returned home with a stab wound.

“A good evening to you too, young demon,” he greeted calmly to diffuse the situation. “What brings you here on this fine-”

The kid lifted their head and stared at him in disbelief. “Have you lost it? Quit the bullshit.” Their hood slid back a bit to reveal a set of bright green eyes as they stared him down. 

This was the moment where Diavolo assumed the ball would drop for them. Surprisingly however, that moment never came. They continued to glare at Diavolo with that same volatile expression they had worn before and only seemed to press the knife harder against his side. It stung a bit but was otherwise bearable. 

“You followed me. Why?” they spat out, the tone of their voice all sharp edges and knives. 

Diavolo kept his hands lifted and simply let out a little breath. “To retrieve my portemonnaie, of course. There’s something in there I’d like to have returned to me. It’s very dear to me.” After all, he had been trying to retrieve his wallet. Of course, the fact that their meeting hadn’t been quite unintentional on his part would have to remain a secret for now.

The kid ogled him for a moment, presumably to assess his threat levels. Their lips were pressed together into a thin line. “You just want your money. That’s all you rich folks want.”

“You are free to check the contents yourself. You’ll see I was telling nothing but the truth. The money does not matter. You can keep it if you want to!”

They remained quiet as they considered their options. Only now could Diavolo see how young they truly were. 14, perhaps 15 years of age at most. There was nothing to them, their form a tale of wiry skin and bones, and from up close it was quite obvious that they were trying not to shake. The little thief was afraid. 

“May I ask your name?” Diavolo asked slowly. In response, they pushed the knife further into Diavolo’s side before retracting it with a snap. They twirled the knife skillfully to force a better grip, then wordlessly pointed it at his chin and opened their mouth to speak.

“No funny business, I am aware, believe me,” Diavolo interjected cheerfully, which only made the youth lift their eyebrows in disbelief. 

“Why is everyone over here so weird,” they mumbled as they rummaged through their bag with their free hand. Finally, they managed to produce Diavolo’s wallet from the depths of the bag. Getting it to open with only one hand was a challenge and Diavolo had to actively hold back from offering his help.”Just take it and lea-”

Finally, it popped open and the contents came spilling out. A handful of candids of Lucifer slowly floated to the ground.  

“What the-”  

Diavolo moved forward, gently pushing the knife pointed at his throat to the side. He knelt down and started picking up the photos that had fallen to the ground.

“These are very precious to me,” he said with a soft smile on his face. “My charming husband. Isn't he a sight for sore eyes?”

The kid jumped back two steps, knife still pointed at the Devildom prince. “Are you crazy?! All that for some photos?”

“Of my husband,” Diavolo threw in. 

The teen squinted at the photographs and began to mumble. “I know that guy…”

Then, their eyes widened and darted over to Diavolo. You could see the cogs turning in their head as they put an arm’s width between themselves and Diavolo.

“You're-” 

“Ah, so you've finally noticed!”

“Royalty?!” 

Diavolo scratched his head, unfazed by the youth's shock. A soft laugh left his lips. “That, I am. May I ask your name?”

Their eyes were darting from one side to the other as they scanned the alleyway, the need to flee evident on their features. “My name? Why would you need to know? I don't have one.”

Diavolo's eyebrows knit together as he watched them. “Everybody has a name,” he said. Silence fell upon them. 

The youth considered their options for a moment. “Lan,” they finally said. “Call me that, for all I care. Doesn’t matter anyway.” 

Diavolo smiled to himself. He couldn't discern a clear lie, yet it was obvious the youth hadn't told him the full truth. “I fear I have to apologize for my rudeness. I should have introduced myself first. My name is Diavolo.” He extended one arm to shake hands, but the youth recoiled.

Their eyes were wide as they stepped back. “You think I’m dumb?! There’s no way you’re-” Their breath caught in their throat. So they had finally noticed. “You're that prince,” they hissed, their stance tense. Before their fight or flight could kick into action, Diavolo took another careful step forward. “There are a few questions I would like to ask you. Would you be willing to join me for a cup of tea at the castle?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. They bolted without looking back. Diavolo tried to call them back, but before he even had the chance to warn them, they collided with a wall, dropping to the ground upon impact.

Diavolo had tried to warn them of the city’s alleys, of the way they changed course from time to time. But it was too late already. 

The knife clattered to the ground and Diavolo rushed to their side. Their breathing was quite irregular and their skin radiated with a feverish fervour. 

Oleander came back to his senses in a room he did not recognize. There was a mouth-watering scent wafting through the air and hushed voices could be heard from behind the door that was separating him from whoever had taken pity on him. His stomach roared with a familiar violence, and he pressed an unforgiving hand against it to quiet the noise.

His chest was beating viciously and adrenaline started to rush through his veins as he pushed the blanket aside and leapt from the bed someone had put him in.

He couldn't remember the last time he’d slept in a bed this comfortable. Scratch that, he couldn't even remember the last time he’d slept in a bed all by himself to begin with. Back at the orphanage, he had always shared with his siblings, had sat on the ground and guarded the door once there had been too many children and too few beds, had made sure they were tucked in, safe and sound. How inconsequential any of it had been in the end. 

Oleander looked around, the ghostly memories of his siblings clawing at the edges of his vision.

Right. He was alone again and the sound of voices talking urgently behind the door quickly ripped him away from his distressing thoughts. Quietly, he moved closer to the door, pressing his ear against the wooden paneling when he heard people arguing. The voices were loud enough for him to make out snippets of what they were saying. 

“-were you thinking?!”

“My Lord, did we not talk about this? Why were you out by yourself when it has been mere weeks since your wedding!”

A voice, deep and relaxed, answered. It was too quiet to make out what he was answering, but his tone of voice rested somewhere between nonchalant and upbeat. It had to be that man from before. Diavolo, the crown prince. The freshly crowned King. Whatever he said seemed to calm the other two voices down.  

Oleander looked around, trying to calm his nerves. Quickly, he surveyed his surroundings. The door was big and heavy, the voices behind it still shushed. The bed he had been sleeping in was distressingly soft and impossible to hide under. Several portraits were decorating the walls and at the back of the room was a big window, framed with long curtains that were pulled shut to offer some privacy.

Bingo.

Oleander shuffled over, careful not to make any unnecessary sounds. Quietly, he climbed on top of the window sill to take off the curtains, tying them together before securing them near the window. This would have to make due. After all, flying wasn't an option anymore. Oleander had lost that privilege months ago. His shoulder blade throbbed at the thought, remembering the nauseating pain and the panic, the screams of his baby siblings. Quietly, he mourned the loss, shoving it aside for later consideration. Grief would always wait for him.

Thankfully, the window swung open without making too much noise. He peered down. It would be a good drop, but he'd have to risk it.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Oleander already had one leg swung over the window sill when the door opened. His head snapped around towards the sound and he made eye contact with none other than that fallen angel Lucifer standing in the doorway with crossed arms.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” he said calmly, his expression guarded.

“And why not?” Oleander replied from between clenched teeth. His eyes darted from the opened door to the window. There was a high chance he wouldn't make the drop from this height, not with one wing and his injured leg, and he was painfully aware of that. He couldn't risk breaking or straining his healthy leg.

Another head peeked past the door. It was the King. “Oh!” he exclaimed upon seeing Oleander’s thwarted attempt at escape. “You're awake!” He clapped his hands together and seemed disturbingly unbothered. “Barbatos made us breakfast! Could I interest you in some?”

Lucifer threw his husband a sideways glance before taking another step into the room. Oleander buried his hands in the curtains and leaned further back, staring at them in disbelief, eyes wild like a caged animal’s as the hot morning air tousled the hair on the back of his neck. Barbatos. That name rang a bell as well. He could feel his chances of escape dwindling by the second.

Lucifer lifted his hands. “Get off the window sill, kid.”

“What do you want from me?! Why did you bring me here instead of the slammer?!”

“Now why would we do that?” Diavolo asked calmly.

“I stole from you! I threatened you with a kn-”

Diavolo made a little face and shook his head. Oleander quieted down, face full of questions. 

“You returned my portemonnaie, so no harm done.” 

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and watched them both carefully. Then he sighed and his form relaxed. The former angel ran a hand across his forehead. “We mean you no harm,” he offered, his voice tired. “As long as you choose to behave.” 

“What do you want from me?” Oleander repeated. 

“There is nothing we could want from you. You knocked yourself out and Diavolo brought you here. You should be grateful.”

“Grateful?! I never asked for any of this!” Finally, Oleander got off the window sill, careful to keep his weight on his good leg. “You people have never done any good. Why would you start helping out now?”

“Are you talking about your siblings?” Oleander stared at the crown prince incredulously and swallowed his words. “How do you know about them?” Oleander hated hearing the way his voice shook. “Are they- You didn't send them back, did you? You can’t, they- they won't make it!” Panic made his voice a fickle thing. 

Quickly, Lucifer realized their blunder. “Calm yourself.” He paused for a short moment, then cleared his throat. “I apologize. It was wrong of us to bring them up so carelessly. We assure you they are safe as can be,” he said carefully.

At that moment, Oleander remembered that Lucifer was an older brother too. Perhaps he would show leniency. Perhaps he would understand. 

“I have contacted the orphanage,” Diavolo started. “They will make sure they all find a proper home.” Oleander’s shoulders relaxed considerably but tensed up again at Diavolo’s next words. “Naturally, that offer extends to you as well. We are aware of your story and would like to extend our con-.” Diavolo’s next words were drowned by static. 

Oleander’s heart was beating with an uncalled-for violence. The uncertainty of the situation, the memories of a past he couldn’t allow himself to forget, the sudden possibility of peace; it was all too much to handle. “I’m gonna throw up,” Oleander warned. 

Lucifer furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to speak when Barbatos stuck his head through the door. 

“To your left,” he simply offered. 

Oleander grabbed the empty flower pot and got violently sick. They cleared their throat once the heaving stopped, spitting out bile before wiping their mouth with the back of their hand. “No.”

“No? We are offering you respite and you refuse?” Lucifer's tone was irritated, but he paused when his husband put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head again. 

“My siblings… they need a home. I don't. I won't.”

Diavolo and Lucifer exchanged a look and Lucifer sighed. “Then at least rest here until you've recuperated.”

Oleander didn't know what to say. He didn't believe in promises, hadn't in a long time, but asked regardless, vulnerability be damned. “Can you promise they'll be safe?”

“You have my promise as ruler.”

It felt too good to be true and suddenly, it was as if all the fight had left his body. He realized how tired he was, how exhausted he must’ve been for years now. Despite himself, Oleander chose to accept this frail promise. 

The days passed in a blur. Before he even noticed it, two weeks had already gone by. It was all a mystery to Oleander. Why he stayed, he couldn't tell, but the careful promise of safety was a daunting thing keeping him in place.

Morning, midday, and evening, a meal would find itself in front of his door. Although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, they were the tastiest meals he’d ever had. It was strange to have food all to himself, even stranger when he realized after a few days that he slowly stopped setting half aside for his siblings.

He could tell his body was growing stronger, sturdier, lanky arms slowly starting to swell with careful muscle. He was given new clothes, fine clothes that probably cost a fortune and Oleander had half the mind to think about selling them off.

Diavolo and Lucifer allowed him to ask for whatever he wanted, even when he refused to take them up on the offer. After all, there was only one thing he truly cared about. 

But he didn’t even have to ask about proof of his siblings’ wellbeing. One after another, letters arrived. He recognized his siblings’ handwriting, after all, he had taught them how to write, tucked away in the shadows while the orphanage’s employees weren’t looking. The pictures attached showed his siblings in front of their new homes, with their new families, their smiles reluctant but hopeful. There was a faint ache clawing at his chest. 

During Oleander’s second week, Lucifer entered the room and unceremoniously dropped a strange device into his lap. One of Asmodeus’s old DDDs, he'd called it. After teaching Oleander how to use it, he thumbed through various messages and clicked on a video. It showed his youngest siblings, the ones who couldn't write just yet, safe as well, their bodies strong and cheeks round like freshly picked apples. 

At least once a day, someone stopped by. Diavolo with well-meaning, but inconsequential chatter. Barbatos with food and small talk. Lucifer with tales of his brothers and stunted awkwardness. Oleander did not understand what they were trying to achieve, not when he remained cagey and vigilant, not when he hadn’t even told them his full name yet. Still, the truth managed to slip through in little moments, with the arrival of each and every letter when a smile found its way onto his lips. He did not ask to stay, but they also didn't tell him to leave. It made no sense. 

It was the beginning of week three, a Monday morning nearing dinner time, when Oleander heard another knock on the door. The soft rapping was quiet, unfamiliar. Whoever it was, Oleander certainly hadn’t met them just yet.

“Can I come in?” a light voice asked. 

Oleander walked up to the door, stood before it in anticipation. “Who are you?” he asked back. “And what do you want?”

The reply came without hesitation. “My name is Luke, I-” There was only a door separating them, so Oleander could feel them. Their aura was strangely bright and airy. Oleander had never felt anything like it before.

“You're not a demon. What are you?” he shot back. His hand was shaking, but for once, his voice didn't expose his state of unrest. 

The light voice did not falter. “Oh, you noticed? That was so fast! I am one of the exchange students from the Celestial Realm. I was wondering if-”

“Bullshit!” Oleander ripped the door open. “What would an angel want-”

Before him stood a boy, light-haired like he'd never seen before, his eyes blue like the ocean. He was young, probably close to Oleander’s age, and so slender it seemed like his body hadn't grown into itself just yet. The boy stiffly extended his hand. “It's nice to meet you. My name is Luke. I wanted to welcome you earlier, but everyone told me I had to wait.”

Oleander didn't shake the hand he was being offered. Instead, he crossed his arms. “Why?” he simply asked. “I’m not that interesting.”

Luke blinked in surprise. “I was happy to finally meet someone my age. Plus you never came down for dinner, so I thought…”

“You thought what?”

Luke smiled. “I thought it would be easier if I escorted you. Everyone is super excited to meet you!” 

Oleander had no words to spare, so he simply repeated his question. “Why?” 

Luke furrowed his brows. “Why not? Will you come down? I bet it’s lonely up here.”

Strangely enough, Oleander didn't feel like the young angel would leave him alone.

“And if I say I won't come?” he asked testingly. 

A determined expression ran over Luke’s face. “Then I'll come and ask again and againuntil you agree to be friends.” 

“Friends?”

“Sure!” Luke offered his hand a second time and smiled brightly. “Hello, my name is Luke, it's nice to meet you. What's your name?”

Oleander did not understand what brought Luke here. However, strangely enough, he was curious to find out. They never had a friend before, but there was a part of him, that wanted one desperately. 

Reluctantly, they clasped their hand around Luke’s. “I'm Oleander.”

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Dance Lessons (Obey Me!) fic

summary: MC needs help with learning how to dance. So Satan and Asmodeus drag Leviathan along to practice.

characters: Marzena OC/MC, Satan, Asmodeus, Leviathan.

content: casual talk, fluff, dancing lessons, grumpy Levi (lol)

I was all but glaring at my D.D.D. The message stating the annual formal Devildom ball would be in a few weeks. Lucifer stating that I needed to get dancing lessons to prepare for the ball. To which Satan had made it clear he would be the one to teach me so Lucifer might focus on the preparations. With Asmodeus saying that he'd be sure to have Leviathan join us for some practice. Leviathan had been more than vocal on how he didn't need practice. But Lucifer made it clear that Leviathan had no choice.

So I was standing in the music room of the House of Lamentation. Satan looking to Asmodeus as the Avatar of Lust set the vinyl record onto the record player. While Leviathan openly huffed and grumbled next to me. But I soon gave Leviathan a nudge with my elbow for him to yelp. his gaze finding mine as I frowned at him. "Stop whining. The noble demon buttwads will be looking to pick our bones clean if any of us mess up. So we need to get our game faces on for this long ass raid event. You get me?"

Leviathan blinked a few times to then heave out a huge huff of air. Nodding to rub a hand to the back of his neck as the music started. "Yeah. I get you. We already had several of those noble demon families throw their red tape all over Lord Diavolo on even having the ball in the first place. So we need to knuckle down on our raid prep. But I already know how to waltz and stuff. The whole order to practice feels insulting." Asmodeus hums to just give Leviathan a pat on the shoulder. "Now now. Mammon is already getting a lecture later for skipping out on the student council meeting. So we should be on our best behavior to lessen the stress around the house. So let's do our part."

Satan rolled his eyes before he held his hand out to me. Making me blush slightly as I took it. Which had Satan gently pull me forwards so as to sweep me into the proper position. His smile warm and full of contentment as he instructed me on where my feet should be at the start. His hands moving to place my own hands where they needed to rest on his frame. Not leaving me time to linger on the touch to then begin moving his feet. The steps were simple enough at the start of the lesson. But we did get to much harder dances after ten minutes. Meaning I had to give all of my attention to where my feet went and how I moved in time to the music. Asmodeus and Leviathan already dancing in perfect time for me to try and keep up.

The lesson took almost three hours long. Satan being a strict but kind instructor as he guided me around the music room. Until Asmodeus heard the alarm on his phone go off to let Leviathan go and take the needle off the vinyl record. "Okay. That's time. Well done all." Leviathan just cursed to then drop himself onto the floor and lay there like a dead body. "I feel so out of shape after all that... You both are evil sadists... Making us dance for so long... My legs are gonna fall off... Forget going to school tomorrow... I refuse to move for the next two days..."

I agreed completely to feel like my whole body had been turned to lead. Satan taking notice to sweep me off my feet and sit me right next to Leviathan. His sigh one of patient approval to shake his head. "I don't blame you for being mad. But the ball will last for at least six hours. Half of which will need to be spent on the dance floor. If only to keep to formalities and see to all the required dances for posterity sake. I don't like that part much either. Yet it is part of the deal." Asmodeus nodded to sit beside Leviathan on his other side and just kick off his shoes for some relief. The sigh that escaped Asmodeus sounding tired. "Do at least remember we have the option of sitting down between songs. I get we're doing a crash course regiment for Marzena. But I for one would like to make sure I don't fall over dead the second the ball is over with."

I nodded to kick my own shoes off my feet. My groan one of pure agony as Satan sat down to join us. Yet he decided to spoil me by picking up my right foot to start kneading his fingers into the sole of my foot. Having me moan out at the pampering as Satan chuckled. My words weary yet warm. "That feels so good. I vote that when the ball is over, we light our shoes on fire." My comment has Asmodeus openly gasp to exclaim out, "Absolutely not! My shoes are far too nice to do that kind of thing!" Leviathan snickers to suggest, "Then make some shoes for us to wear to the ball. maybe we ask Solomon to charm them so our feet don't hurt as much." Satan thinks on that to then smirk. "Without telling him to charm the shoes for Lucifer." I roll my eyes as I just huff. "Wicked. You are truly a devious scoundrel, love."

[inhuman-obey-me]

😈 with Diavolo and MC please? :D

"All we've got are cruel intentions" - Diavolo/MC

It strikes you, the way the gold shimmers under the flickering lights around the castle’s throne room. It is in the intricate carvings of gilded columns, in the hypnotizing patterns that sprawl across the floor, in the plating that covers the very seat that gives the hall its name. It is at once inviting and foreboding – a warmth akin to an embrace, yet unparalleled in its grandiosity. 

Fitting, you think, for the one who stands before you. It is the same gold that adorns his body, the same gold that molds the sharp points of his wings and horns, the same gold that observes you now with intrigue.

“A grimm for your thoughts?” Diavolo’s voice is soft, yet you can’t help but notice a hint of worry. 

“It’s just…” You start, trying to get those thoughts in order. “...Sometimes, I forget.”

“Forget what?” 

“Where I am. Who you are.” You notice his jaw tense. “I asked to come here because I felt like I needed a reminder.” 

“While it is important to understand the gravity of my station,” he murmurs, a sad smile now forming on his lips, “you know I’d rather you not think of me as just the future demon king. What brought this on?” 

“I’m not sure.” A pause. “You know, you’re always so kind, Diavolo. Some even say it’s hard to believe you’re a demon.” 

A somber chuckle leaves him as he turns and walks a few steps, his back turned towards you. “Of course. Those who believe us to be nothing but monstrous, bloodthirsty beings are surprised to find that their narrow viewpoints are just that – theirs.” 

“Well, you have to admit that there is a reason for that reputation.” You speak carefully, shifting weight from one foot to the other as you watch for his reaction. 

“Hm.” A deep hum, and his wings slightly flare out as he slowly turns back toward you, his expression unreadable. “We may not abide by the same morals as humans, but that does not mean that all we’ve got are cruel intentions.” 

He beckons you then, asking for you to follow him out of the throne room and down one of the many halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle. You abide quietly, a shudder running through you as you feel the many eyes that cover the wall in various portraits watching you – some with disdain, others with disgust, and some with twisted glee. 

“Here.” Diavolo stops in front of an alcove, a large painting filling the recess. “Do you know what this is a painting of?” 

“It … looks like a battle.” Studying the intricate brushstrokes, you can make out the flurry of wings and spears, claws and ichor. “A battle with the angels.” 

“Yes. This was the Hastaura Massacre, though I’m sure the angels call it something quite different.” A grim shadow settles on his features, his usual warm eyes now cold. “It was a day where the Celestial Realm decided to rain upon an unsuspecting town outside of the capital, in the height of the ongoing war. Many demons died, and it was a great loss for the Devildom. It was just one of many throughout history.” 

The anguish in the painting is palpable, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. You’re not sure if the cries you hear are reaching through the canvas or just your imagination. 

“I show you this only to say that demons and angels are not as different from each other as you have been led to believe.” His voice is low, turning away from the painting to fix his gaze once more on you. “There is cruelty in us all. Some have been able to paint their cruelty as righteous while decrying others as evil and sinister.” The sad smile returns to his lips. “It���s all just a matter of perspective.” 

The warmth returns to those fierce gold eyes, the future demon king extending a hand towards you. “I may not be like the demons you’ve read about, but I still am one, and one that deeply cares about those in my realm. Is that so hard to believe?” 

You place your palm in his, sighing with a small smile. It was this very sincerity that drew you toward him. “No, I suppose it isn’t.”

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere Barbatos short

Barbatos likes to think he’s come far from the destructive nature he once used to have. He’s more refined, proper, everything is orderly and no longer chaotic (save for when the brothers are around). For centuries he’s been calm and collected, rational and thinking clearly, it’s why he’s the perfect helper for Lord Diavolo.

But lately, he’d be a lying fool if he were to deny he’s filled with this animalistic urge. It isn’t something he can completely pin point, but he’s noticed it’s a feeling of possessiveness and jealousy. It’s at the oddest of actions, such as when the young master touches You or when Lucifer kisses you.

Just remembering those actions caused him to tighten his grip on the glass he was filling, cracking it and causing it to almost bust. Now, why on earth would he go and ruin such good glasses? Especially over something he thought was so trivial.

He knows the master and his allies have eyes for you, in fact he saw this coming, so why does he feel so angry? Barbatos is just a guide, a butler, someone who’s meant to serve and give proper guidance! He isn’t supposed to feel jealousy of such a caliber, he isn’t supposed to feel absolutely greedy for just a simple moment alone with you!

What have you done to him?

What have you turned him into?

How could you have ensnared him so easily, so carelessly? You’ve turned him into something he thought he long ago tamed. You’ve turned him back into the jealous, greedy beast he thought he once conquered.

It’s more than a childish crush at this point. He wants to sink his teeth into you, mark you as his and his only, claim your mouth his with his own as he brings you to the peak of pleasure over and over, even as you beg for him to stop and allow you a break.

Barbatos felt his teeth ache at the thought, his mouth begging to mark your precious skin as he sinks into you over and over, listening to your adorable whimpers and pleas. He isn’t sure he could stop even if you begged him, those eyes filled with tears were just as delicious as the sinful actions he was imagining.

Oh look at the time- he got caught up in his fantasies once again! How can he let his lord down with something like this? He’ll have to scold himself later, it’s unacceptable! Although can it truly be all his fault? You’re the one clouding his mind lately.

You’re the one who so carelessly warmed his heart to the point he yearns and aches for you. He should really set up a date for tea so you can explain yourself, and possibly make up for such cruel actions. Kissing everyone else in front of him? That’s just too evil, and he simply won’t stand for it any longer.

It seems that along with stealing his heart, you’ve awakened something dark inside of him as well. Something dangerous and evil if you continue to tease it any longer.

(Hey! I hope this isn’t weird or stupid to you guys. I just really love Barbatos and his song is in my head Lol, love y’all! Comment if you liked! -Mommabean)

[demonfamilytherapist]

HDD Curse Rewrite Part 2

A/N: Dateables edition, no Luke because even though you could interpret these as platonic I'm not willing to expose that child to an evil MC.

Best to read at least the intro of Part 1 first. Think of this as the 'key' story line - more of an alt story than a sequel.

Warnings/Mentions: This likely takes place post-s3 at least now, but there's no real spoilers worth mentioning past s1 or maybe further along with Simeon. Once again, MC is not great in this one. Dubcon non-sexual touching, primarily in Barb’s. Some physical violence in Simeon’s. Verbal abuse/emotional manipulation in all of them.

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A bright light filled the room at your incantation - Solomon’s hand grazed your sleeve, Mammon called your name, Lucifer cursed - but by the time they could all see again, you were long gone. The slam of the door the only thing you left behind.

For a long moment, there was silence.

“Lucifer and Satan will work on a way to break the curse,” Diavolo took command. He could see some of the brothers still getting to their feet, Solomon still staring at his hand, and even Barbatos looked shaken. “Those of us who don’t have pacts with them will search.”

“One last thing…”

Everyone’s attention was drawn to Valago. The little demon was on the floor, the magic it expended for the curse apparently too much for its body.

“You better break it before midnight. Or else you’ll never get back your sweet little human.”

Diavolo

The Devildom was his domain, so it was only natural that he found you first.

It wasn't where Diavolo expected to see you right now.

A crowded cafe, open late - as many things were in the Devildom. Your outfit drew curious glances from the patrons, but none bothered you. Even without your own magical prowess, the Devildom knew how attached the brothers were to you. Knew better than to threaten you.

You were sat in the corner, a little separate from the rest of the customers. A waiter set down tea for two before Diavolo even reached the table.

"Sit," you offered. The black smoke surrounding you was barely visible in the dim lighting of the booth.

"MC, we should really-"

"I don't want to leave until I've finished my drink."

Diavolo met your eyes and you didn't look away. That was something he liked about you - you didn't avoid his gaze or try to shrink away, you didn't try to debase yourself to please him. You treated him like an equal.

This, though... Diavolo knew a challenge when he saw one.

"I really think-"

"You don't want to make a scene now, do you, Lord Diavolo?"

The interruption made Diavolo's eye twitch, but he maintained his smile and followed your gaze through the cafe.

The other patrons were too far to hear your conversation. Still, they snuck glances over, some openly gawking at the human exchange student and the demon prince. When he turned back to you, he could only describe your expression as a smirk.

Diavolo sat.

"Just felt a sudden urge for the night air, did you?" Diavolo sipped at his own tea. He wasn't sure if you'd ordered it, or if the barista had seen him enter and prepared it especially for their prince. He considered his options as he waited for you to respond.

If he grabbed you and pulled you away, or if he left here carrying your unconscious body, people would talk. Demons could be terrible gossips. The future demon king, the head of the exchange program, kidnapping a human in public? If it got back to the Celestial Realm, that would put him in a very difficult position.

If you decided to cause a scene - screamed, cried out, begged for mercy - it would cause a similar issue.

And it wasn't just this cafe - it would be the whole walk home. Far too many witnesses.

"Your adaptability is always something I've admired about you," Diavolo continued. From the start, you had managed admirably in the Devildom, handled the chaos of the House of Lamentation, and made friends from all three realms.

Even as your cursed self, you adapted well to treating him as an enemy. If Diavolo thought too hard about it, his chest clenched uncomfortably.

"I didn't exactly have a choice."

Diavolo met your eyes. There was no longer a challenge there - instead it was undisguised anger.

That was new.

Diavolo was selfish. He knew that. He didn't like seeing you mad at him. He didn't like you bringing up things you didn't like about him.

But Diavolo was also a prince. He could handle short-term hardship for his ultimate goals.

"I have always admired your kindness and understanding." He never let his smile drop. "If getting out your feelings now will help you return to yourself, I will gladly take it."

You raised an eyebrow and looked doubtful. Diavolo didn't falter.

"My feelings on what? On how you kidnapped me and dropped me into the wolf den for a year?"

Diavolo let you speak.

"How you locked Lucifer into servitude in exchange for his sister's life?"

He took a drink.

"How your unwillingness to listen to others, how fear of your wrath, led Lucifer to lock Belphie away?"

"Now that's not entirely-"

"I died, Demon Prince."

Diavolo wasn't sure what stopped his speech.

The sheer audacity of you interrupting him.

Your sudden use of his title.

Or the reminder that you had died.

Diavolo had never seen your body. Barbatos had carefully timed it so they arrived after your other self disappeared. He'd known what had happened, known that you had died, but he'd never had to truly face that reality.

Never had you throw it in his face.

"You took me from the human world and told me I'd be safe. That you and the brothers would protect me. I could've died so many times, and then I did die." Your voice was quiet. Somehow that made it worse. The other clientele of the restaurant kept glancing at the two of you.

"I know you don't wish that you'd stayed in the human world." Diavolo's tone held no doubt. He felt no doubt - or at least, it was easy to ignore any cracks that had formed.

"I could have destroyed your exchange program by telling anyone outside of the House of Lamentation what happened."

"You would never." Diavolo, under the table, clenched and unclenched one fist. You had kept Belphegor's secret - kept your secret - from your friends, from the Devildom public, from the Celestial Realm.

You had to.

"No, I wouldn't. I was ordinary, Diavolo. I wasn't a prince or an avatar or an angel, but I had a life before this." The resentment in your tone held none of the glee which he would expect from such a curse. Merely a bitterness, like tea steeped too long. "I didn't ask for this. I never asked for the weight of three realms on my shoulders."

"I'm sorry." Diavolo wasn't sure if the words were to placate you or because he needed you to hear them, but they were sincere nonetheless.

"Who was I supposed to talk to? The brothers? Barbatos? You?"

Your voice had risen on that last word- the cafe had more or less emptied out, but Diavolo still had to stop himself from tensing at the extra attention.

"Me. You could talk to me." Diavolo had to be strong. He had to be confident. His voice could hold no doubt, he could show no cracks in his armour.

It was odd, treating you as a friend and an enemy all at once.

"I am well aware of the weight of such responsibility," Diavolo powered on. He reached over, slowly - laid one hand over yours. "I always knew my role. I am sorry you had yours placed on you without warning."

"Why."

The word felt less a question and more a command. Diavolo could no more deny you than the brothers could, not when the smoke in your eyes cleared and you saw him.

"Because I made a mistake."

Your eyes widened - a reaction so small and brief he nearly missed it. Diavolo pressed his advantage.

If this was what it took to get you home, he would do it.

"I did not know how little I understood of humans." Small and big things he'd never considered. Your need for sunlight, your fear, what pain you could hide. "I did not know how to help you when you were hurting. I didn't know..."

I didn't know how to be a good friend and a good prince.

I didn't know how badly you would be hurt.

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

Too late, he noticed the way you smiled, the way your eyes dimmed with the smoke.

Your name left his lips - but Diavolo could see whatever hold he had on your true self was gone.

Cold tea splashed onto his hand. The little plastic cup had crumpled in his grip.

Your removed your hand from his.

"I'm going to walk out of here, Diavolo," you told him. Before he could even gather his thoughts to protest, you continued. "If you try and stop me, I will scream, and cry out, and fight, and I won't win. I'm nothing compared to you, after all."

Was the bitterness in your tone true, or just another way to twist the knife? Diavolo was no longer sure.

"But I will make a scene. And you know how much damage rumours can do, don't you?"

"I will inform the others of your location."

You nodded as though you expected nothing less. It didn't stop you from pushing your cold tea away.

"I'll see you later, Your Highness."

Diavolo watched you go. He didn't move - he didn't flinch, or try to follow, or put his head in his hands like he desperately wanted to.

You were right, after all.

Rumours would cause problems.

Diavolo would have to pretend to be strong a little longer.

Barbatos

The sudden downpour was concerning.

It seemed your encounter with the Young Master had left quite an impression on his emotional state.

Barbatos did not have the time to return to his room to locate you easily, but he still knew you well enough to have a few ideas.

The Young Master had reported that you had been in a nearby cafe. You were sticking to public locations, places where those not in your control couldn't cause a scene. It seemed the curse had not robbed you of any intelligence.

Thankfully, the rain was encouraging more people to head inside - so when he spotted you, it was in an empty street.

Barbatos knew you saw him, but you didn't try to run. He followed you calmly - he doubted chasing you would do any good - until you stopped, sheltered from the rain by Hell's Kitchen's patio cover.

Lacking a towel, Barbatos offered you a handkerchief to dry your face.

"Thank you." You smiled at him. Aside from the black smoke surrounding your form, you appeared normal. Your formal attire, that had been so carefully chosen for you, was now damp.

“Please allow me to escort you home. It would not do for you to get sick.” Barbatos didn’t expect you to agree with his words, and so was only mildly disappointed when you responded with a laugh. Inside Hell’s Kitchen, patrons glanced your way. Some, he saw, gestured and winked teasingly.

“They think we’re on a date,” you said with a grin.

Barbatos hummed in agreement. He had agreed to avoid looking into your future any further than absolutely necessary or to follow his prince’s orders. It was a decision he was coming to regret.

“We rarely get time to each other, do we, Barb?”

Barbatos raised an eyebrow at the nickname but did not protest. “No. I am most often with my Young Master. Or Luke joins us for baking lessons.”

“It’s too bad. I like having you all to myself for a bit.”

Despite the circumstances, Barbatos had to battle to stop his usual polite smile from turning into something more sincere.

“I must confess I enjoy your presence as well. Perhaps we can talk more at the castle?”

The House of Lamentation would be ideal, but the castle was a good second option - Lucifer and Solomon could get there quickly, or Mammon if they’d found a cure and were really running out of time.

“May I ask you a question, Barbatos?”

Barbatos knew a trap when he heard one. Millennia of experience told him something was coming, but you were certainly right that you two hadn’t gotten much time to yourselves. He didn’t know you well enough to predict how the curse would manifest against him.

“Did you know I would die?”

Barbatos was silent. If you noticed any change in his demeanour, you didn’t show it.

Barbatos could feel his smile freeze and then flatten, the hand held behind his back clenching.

He searched your gaze and found a certain manic glee he had never seen from you before. The curse, surely, making you enjoy watching him hesitate, trying to find the right words. But there was a genuine sort of curiosity to your eyes, something that Barbatos thought might be you.

“I hope this question has not weighed too heavily on your mind,” Barbatos started slowly, testing your reactions. You narrowed your eyes, unsatisfied. Tilting your head back to rest against the glass, you reminded him of the many witnesses to the scene.

“Honestly, I think about it at least once whenever we’re together.”

Barbatos nodded. He could not blame you for that. Solomon aside, few humans he had met were ready to face their own mortality. Questions around your death, the circumstances of your murder and your return, only made sense. It was likely your human mind trying to find rationality.

“What do you think of?”

It may have been playing into the curse’s hands, but Barbatos wanted to know. Perhaps he would find some way of convincing you to come back, some way through the curse’s hands.

Your reflection in the window showed the black smoke, but it was easy to mistake it for a trick of the rain reflecting on glass.

“I think… that maybe you at least knew it was possible.”

Barbatos waited a moment more, forcing himself not to nod, not to shift your attention back to him.

“I think that I understand. You serve Diavolo, and your priorities have to be his, and his priorities are this realm and the exchange program. If somehow me dying and coming back was the best possible timeline, if it was the only way for Belphie and I to coexist, then…”

What an odd thing it must be for a human, to have to grieve oneself.

The search for logic, for reason, for the world to make sense once something that had seemed vital was taken from it. And what it meant for that thing to be returned, but not quite the same.

“Your understanding and reasoning are both impressive.” Flattery wouldn’t help him, Barbatos knew, but the gentle words were all he could manage.

“So I’m right?”

“I am sorry.”

Barbatos rarely had to apologise for his actions. Certainly not to anyone who wasn’t the young master. You were unique, in that way. You were a witness to the timeline he corrected. You remembered where others would not. Your pain was not erased so easily.

So he apologised and hoped it lessened your burden.

“I understand, Barbatos. You had an entire kingdom to consider. The future of the exchange program and the three realms. What’s one human life to that?”

Your words were understanding, your voice was bitter.

It was a rare thing for Barbatos to be at a loss, but it still happened. Somethings the Young Master got ahead of him and managed to sneak out. Sometimes one of Lucifer’s brothers would cause some trouble he hadn’t prepared for. With you, Barbatos found he liked to be surprised. He found that without noticing, he had begun to trust you - that more often than not, he enjoyed when you surprised him.

“You are not the same person to us now as you were at that time,” Barbatos said. Neither of your faces were visible to the diners. Barbatos was thankful for that. He had no idea what they would read from your expression.

“So you wouldn’t make the same choice?”

“The Young Master would not allow it.”

Barbatos spoke with certainty. He met your gaze and hoped you would sense the truth in his words.

He was getting distracted - his priority should be returning you to the others. Witnesses be damned, if they ran out of time...

"What are you so worried about? You can always choose another timeline, right?"

Barbatos did not rise to the bait, merely smiled placidly.

"I would rather exhaust all other options before I would consider doing such a thing."

Ignoring the eyes watching you both, Barbatos laid a gentle hand on your elbow and drew you just a little closer.

"I have grown fond of this timeline."

I have grown fond of you.

And he knew that you understood him, heard the unspoken words. Your eyes cleared, your face softened. You opened and closed your mouth and Barbatos couldn't help but smile a bit more sincerely, seeing you at a loss for words.

"Barb..." That nickname again, this time in a wavering voice. Did you think of him so casually?

The smoke intensified and you swayed, leaning more against him for support. Barbatos steadied you, suddenly glad for his gloves - touching you did not disgust him, but the sickening magic that surrounded your body forced him to repress a shudder.

Barbatos called your name and you looked at him, scared but so trusting - Barbatos tried to move you away from the window, from prying eyes at your most vulnerable.

His timing couldn't have been better.

A single step, a sudden surge and your lips were on his, muffling his sound of surprise - his eyes widened, yours closed, and on instinct he placed one hand at the small of your back, inadvertently pulling you closer.

The kiss wasn't deep, yet it was earnest. Yours hands rested on him, one on his shoulder, one on his waist. A gentle touch, one he could easily escape.

Whether it was surprise or a foolish mistake, Barbatos' eyes closed.

You broke the kiss for a breath - and too late he heard your murmured words.

"...Create a path where there is none..."

"No-" His grip on you tightened - it was futile. You finished the incantation.

Barbatos still felt warm, but he was certain that feeling would fade soon, just as you had.

The last thing he saw were your eyes - a cruel expression of victory. His hands gripped onto nothing, your body faded away. A teleportation spell. How impressive.

Barbatos needed to inform the others, needed to resume his search, needed to check on Solomon and Lucifer's progress on breaking the curse.

He needed to, but... first, Barbatos needed some time.

Simeon

Luke was safely in Purgatory Hall, baking comfort food and preparing Celestial Realm hot chocolate.

Simeon’s DDD had pinged with updates - that you’d left the house, that you’d run into Diavolo, that you had teleported somewhere - but it had been unnervingly silent for some time.

Diavolo and Barbatos had been vague in their descriptions of their encounters with you. Simeon had come to expect that from those two - he couldn’t exactly blame them either, even though it frustrated him at times.

Simeon gathered that the curse was likely getting worse.

Still, Simeon believed that you were fighting it. You fought it off long enough to get Luke away, and you could fight it off long enough for them to save you.

But now finding you was the issue. Simeon took the long way back to the House of Lamentation. You had to be within the Devildom - Barbatos would’ve noticed the power needed to teleport between realms in your spell. And if you were conflicted while the spell went off, you likely retreated to somewhere familiar to you.

If you were back in the house… Simeon shuddered at the thought. With the pacts and you like this, the demon brothers would be vulnerable.

But if you weren’t, then perhaps somewhere you visited regularly.

The gardens were quiet, though not abandoned at this time of night. Late walkers, those returning home from parties or study dates, and demons who were more nocturnal all wandered through.

And one lone human, sitting on a park bench, staring at their DDD.

Did those around you not notice the smoke? It was less present now, less obvious. Perhaps Simeon only saw what he knew to look for.

He knew you noticed his presence before he stood in front of you, but you didn’t acknowledge him, just tapped away on the screen.

If it were any other circumstances, it would remind Simeon of one of Luke’s tantrums.

“I’m taking you home.”

"No, you're not."

Finally you looked at him. It wasn't a glare, it wasn't anger, and somehow the simple annoyance felt worse.

Simeon reached for your hand, ready to lead you back - at least if you were more apathetic, you might not fight back as hard? - but he was interrupted.

"You okay, human?"

The one who interrupted was a tall demon who Simeon recognised as a member of Beelzebub's Fangol team.

"I'll be alright, Belial," you reassured, but there was just a hint of discomfort in your voice. The demon, Belial, looked between the two of you and backed off, but Simeon could see him and others lurking nearby.

Ah. An interesting tactic.

You were far more popular in the Devildom than Simeon was. That wasn't particularly difficult to achieve - there were enough demons who remembered the war that Simeon was at a disadvantage from the start, and demons were generally more tolerant of humans than angels in the first place. Combined with your close relationship to the brothers, Simeon knew who the demons would side with in any altercation.

If he made a wrong move, he'd be in for a fight... Which might be worth it, if he had no other options left.

"This would be a lot easier if you just came home," Simeon sighed. He sat beside you - you'd chosen a bench with a nice view of a pond, the park dark enough that the water reflected the stars peeking through the clouds in little wavering lights on the surface.

"You're used to choosing the easy way out, aren't you, Simeon?"

The comment was enough to make him freeze, looking at your face as you gazed at the water. The dark and the smoke obscured your expression.

"I can't say you're wrong," Simeon admitted casually. So this was the path the curse was taking. Harming them physically was much harder for you, after all, so emotional attacks were your best bet at fulfilling the conditions of the magic. Easy for you, too, with how much of themselves they had shared with you, combined with your own observations.

That was fine. There was little you could throw at Simeon that hadn't already been said.

"You didn't fall when you had the chance."

Simeon tilted his head. He couldn't say this angle was entirely unexpected, but...

"Fear, right? You were afraid."

"I was." Simeon had little issue with confessing this now. The wounds were old, and while he couldn't say that picking at the scabs didn't hurt, it was tolerable.

"Of your Father? Of falling?"

"A little of both." Gazing at the slowly clearing sky together, the conversation felt almost light, casual. Your questions poked and prodded for weak spots, for a chink in his armor, but your tone couldn't be more calm, more idly curious. "I'd be quite willing to talk to you about this in more detail, if you like. Maybe tomorrow."

You hummed but made no move.

"Do you ever regret it?"

Simeon sighed. "You already know the answer to that."

The silence dragged on. What time was it? How close was midnight? Simeon was afraid to check, but he felt the seconds passing.

"Lilith didn't deserve it."

"She didn't," Simeon agreed.

"Where does that leave you?"

Simeon shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. A point for you.

"How do you mean?” he asked slowly, trying to calculate where you would go with this.

“You didn’t fall for Lilith.” There was a new lilt to your voice, an odd sort of coyness. Simeon had heard something similar from you before, but without the hostile edge. You bounced your DDD on your knee.

“But would you fall for me?”

Simeon’s breath hitched. Another point for you.

He remembered Michael’s expression quite clearly, the long talk he’d had back in the celestial realm. His eyes slid to your hand, resting on the back of the bench. A sliver of moonlight reflected in an unassuming ring.

“You would never ask it of me,” Simeon said, wishing his voice reflected the confidence he truly felt. You wouldn’t. You would never.

But this cursed and twisted version of you?

“Lilith’s human never asked it of her, either.” You smiled at him. Too shy, too gentle for the malice now clear in your eyes. “And you’ve already done so much for me, haven’t you? How far will you go, Simeon?”

“To the end of every realm.”

You stiffened, shock written all over your face at his blunt answer. Simeon smiled, allowing himself a moment of vindictiveness. You weren’t the only one with surprises, apparently.

You recovered faster than he would’ve liked.

“It would be such a shame, though. For you to fall.”

“I’d survive,” Simeon shrugged. It was a thought he’d entertained too often, a worn groove in his daydreams. Not enough desire for it to be a true wish, but more than a passing fancy. To live by the brothers again. To be free of the judgment of the seraphim.

“How would Luke feel, to hear you speak of damnation so calmly?”

Your DDD, still in your other hand. Simeon was not good with technology still, so it took him a moment to recognise the recording app open.

For a moment, he thought it was a call.

“You wouldn’t,” Simeon whispered, suddenly feeling less confident than before. Luke was young, Luke wouldn’t understand, Luke-

You wouldn’t hurt Luke.

And yet, Simeon could not see any hesitation in your eyes. No sign of affection, none of the protectiveness you’d shown for the little angel earlier.

“Isn’t it better to prepare him?” You leaned closer, but it wasn’t your eyes Simeon was looking at. Your DDD, your fingers moving across the screen, Luke’s photo appearing. You’d taken that photo. You’d laughed with Luke. You loved and cared for him.

“Stop this.”

“To lose someone so suddenly would be worse.”

“This isn’t you.”

It wasn’t you. It wasn’t you. You wouldn’t speak so callously about Luke, you wouldn’t use him as a weapon. You wouldn’t hurt him to hurt Simeon.

This wasn’t you. This wasn’t you. This wasn’t you.

“What do you think he’ll tell Michael?”

It wasn’t you.

“I wonder if he’d emphasise with the brothers?”

It wasn’t you.

“Learning what it’s like to have your loyalty split, I mean.”

It wasn’t you, so Simeon could do this.

Your DDD clattered to the ground.

Simeon’s hand held your wrist, bone grinding within the joint. You grinned even through your gasp of pain, your gritted teeth.

“You won’t talk to him.”

Simeon’s other hand pinned you to the bench by your shoulder, hand dangerously close to your throat.

“I won’t allow it.”

Simeon was aware of some movement around him. Lesser demons, barely worth his time. Most too young to recall the battles of the old wars.

Simeon remembered all too well.

Something behind him caught your attention.

“You would make a good demon, Simeon,” you whispered, voice watery with pained tears. Simeon squeezed tighter, earning a groan. It wasn’t you.

“Simeon.”

Simeon jolted, his grip loosening. You made no move to leave.

Solomon had approached, his pale skin flushed from - from exertion, with the run here? From anger?

Simeon felt like his mind was moving through molasses, looking between your wicked grin and Solomon’s fearful eyes. Lesser demons still observed, but kept their distance. Some seemed to trust Solomon to protect his fellow human.

Simeon opened his mouth to explain. It wasn’t you. You’d threatened Luke. He had to stop you.

But Solomon shook his head.

“I’ll take it from here.”

It took too much effort for Simeon to release his grip. Bruises already formed on your skin, swelling already visible around your wrist, the dark mark on your shoulder looking unbearably tender.

Slowly, Simeon came back to himself. It wasn’t you - but you would pay the price for whatever he did to the monster in your body.

“I-”

“Simeon, I’ll take care of it,” Solomon insisted. Simeon stood with wooden legs, eyes darting from your wrist, your shoulder, your triumphant eyes.

“Go check on Luke,” you told him. It took everything in him not to let his hand find your throat.

You’d found a way under his skin, found a way to the wrath he tried to keep hidden.

He met eyes with Solomon, trying to express without words just how far you had fallen. The lesser demons in the area visibly relaxed as Simeon stumbled back, sparing the two humans he loved most another glance before he stalked away.

He hated to admit it, but Simeon would take your advice.

You weren’t entirely wrong, after all.

If Luke lost someone tonight, he was going to need the support.

Solomon

Solomon did not have pacts with all the demons in this park, nor did he have the trust of many of them.

But as Simeon left, so did the rest of the park empty out. Whatever wrongness they sensed, whatever they thought was going on, evidently they all thought it best to leave the humans to deal with it among themselves.

You straightened your collar. Your breathing was a little heavier, you winced when you put too much weight on your wrist. It was a startling lack of reaction after you faced an angel’s wrath.

Solomon took a moment to stretch his senses to the magic in the air, surrounding you. The thick miasma of it made his stomach churn.

Solomon had a plan. It was astounding how quickly he'd forgotten his gift to you - still wrapped around your wrist, the pretty stone shining dimly.

He needed to get close enough to use it - to get the time to use it.

“Are you alright?”

Solomon had always tried to be a rock of humanity for you. He wouldn’t pretend to be ordinary - that wouldn’t help you, not in the Devildom. But he could try to remind you a bit of your home.

At first, it was mostly a sense of responsibility. While he may have found amusement in watching you learn to navigate the Devildom by causing Lucifer as many headaches as possible, you were still a fellow human, vulnerable and surrounded by demons.

Later, it was genuine affection and a hope, however dim, that amongst all the remarkable beings you called friends, he could offer you something unique. A bit of comfort. A reminder of the familiar. A special bond between the two of you. Someone you could reach out to, could rely on.

So when you didn’t respond, he asked again.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded slowly, the smoke making your bruises look darker, the shadows on your face starker.

Slowly, slowly Solomon approached, kneeling before you. You let him lace one hand in yours, examine your injuries up close. Whatever you’d said to Simeon had provoked the angel enough for him to truly lose control.

Solomon didn’t want to heal you right away, not until this curse was gone. He didn’t know how the two spells would interact.

Letting his senses reach out, Solomon immediately found another problem.

The curse thrummed within you - deep in you, in your veins. Too deep.

“Solomon…”

Solomon took your hand in his and waited for you to speak. There was still time… but not much. He had to figure out something. And while he did that, he had to keep you here.

“Solomon, I feel tired.”

You looked it. Your eyes looked sunken, your hand in his was cold. The curse took a physical toll - like your body was fighting off an infection.

“I’m sorry. We’ll fix this, alright? You’ll be just fine.”

He couldn't break the curse like this. When it was so settled in, when you were so tired, removing it could... it could hurt you. Solomon wouldn't hurt you any further.

Not unless he truly had to.

You didn’t insult or fight him. The curse was dormant - looking for an angle of attack, or consolidating its power over you?

He had a checkered past, but you’d never held that against him. You’d trusted him despite all the warnings from the demon brothers. You’d spent time with him, despite so many others fighting for your attention.

Solomon was self-aware enough to know his weak spots - but he was also aware enough of you and your feelings to know that whatever came out of your mouth likely wouldn't be the truth. Nothing you said under the effects of the curse could do any permanent damage.

Watching you sway lightly in your seat, eyes fading, Solomon realised there was one thing that could hurt him very badly.

Would the curse risk its own host in an attempt to fulfill its conditions and harm him?

Were you fighting against it enough to cause yourself pain?

Were you faking it to hurt him?

Whatever it was, your current state couldn’t last. Solomon had to do something. He had to think.

Solomon had to find a way to bring the curse to the surface. Make himself its target, not you.

“Is such a pathetic curse really causing such an issue?”

Solomon wanted to think of something better than that, but… too late. This was the quickest way. Provoke the curse. Bring it to the surface with your anger.

Break it.

Your expression twisted from something miserable to truly pained - and angry.

“Solomon, it hurts.” Your voice took on an almost whining tone - it reminded him of Asmodeus, when he was looking for sympathy. Not something he was used to hearing from you. Solomon steeled himself.

“I thought you were stronger than this. You’re my apprentice, remember? You should be able to handle more than this.”

Tears started to well in your eyes and Solomon observed you closely for any sign that the curse was responding to his words. There was wrath starting to shine through, and he held onto that. Angry was better than depressed. The more energy you had, the more the curse rose up to attack him, the easier it would break its hold on you.

“I can’t believe how much you let it control you. Simeon could’ve seriously hurt you, you know?”

You smiled, vicious, and Solomon winced. Okay, no mentioning your previous encounters. He wanted the cursed you angry, not vindicated.

“Where’s the MC that brought seven demon lords to their knees, hm? You couldn’t command Mammon to gamble right now!”

“Shut up.”

“You’re pathetic.” The words forced their way out before Solomon could think too hard about them. Whatever got a rise out of you. Anything to bring you out of that depressed, weak state. “How much time have we spent on counter-curses? On uncrossing? You should be better than this.”

Your face twisted and Solomon bit his lip. He could apologise afterwards. Right now he needed to provoke the curse to the surface, get you to hit back, so the removal wouldn’t - so to break it wouldn’t -

“I suppose I can’t blame you for this,” Solomon filled his voice with mock-sympathy. The kind of condescension he knew would drive you crazy. Already he could see your eyes narrowing, your nails digging into his skin. “It’s you, after all.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” you hissed, trying to pull away from him. He didn’t let you. Solomon tried not to aggravate the bruises left by Simeon, but you still winced in pain. He had to stop himself from doing the same.

“I mean you don’t belong here, do you? You never would’ve been able to summon a single spark of light if it weren’t for me. Your presence here is dumb luck.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said through clenched teeth, and alright, Solomon was filing that away for later because you sounded a bit too honest.

“I know exactly what I’m saying now. You’re weak.” No, you’re not. “Your pacts, your power, all of it given to you.” You’d earned everything you had. “You’re incredibly, obliviously, pathetically mortal.”

You stared at Solomon. Solomon stared at you.

His hands gripped yours too tight. It was the only way to stop them trembling.

“What the fuck, Solomon?”

He'd gotten a response. He could feel the curse pulsing under your skin, feel the magic rising to the surface.

He was so close.

He had to push forward.

“You heard me.” His voice sounded foreign to his own ears. Or was it too familiar? Solomon had said and done terrible things. Hurt so many people.

He never wanted to add you to that list.

“You’ve got another 80 years in you. Maybe 100 if you’re strong enough, which looking at you now…” Solomon trailed off. He hoped you thought he was just trying to annoy you more. He hoped you didn’t notice he just couldn’t finish that sentence.

“You lasted longer,” you spat back. Solomon grinned darkly.

I want to talk about this with you later. I don’t wish this on you. I want you to stay but I can't force you to live forever. If you asked, I couldn’t say no.

“You think you’re anything like me?”

You’re better.

“You’re weak, you’re inexperienced, you’ve gotten this far by acting cute with those demon brothers.”

They love you.

“You're going to be here for an infinitesimal fraction of their lives. You're insignificant."

You were well and truly crying now. Solomon kept his face blank, his shoulders level. If he'd had a century less experience, there was no way he would be able to hide his regret from you. If he'd seen any less tragedy, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from begging your forgiveness.

Solomon didn't expect it.

He'd known exactly what he was saying.

Even as he gripped tight to the gem, even as he felt the curse surge just underneath your skin, even as he spoke the words that would free you - Solomon could only feel the barest relief that you were safe.

But before the curse fully lifted, you managed one last grin.

"I win."

"How does that work?" Solomon asked through gritted teeth as the magic took hold, straining with the effort of drawing the curse out at this late stage.

You locked eyes with him, the last vestiges of hazy smoke still clinging on.

"Because you're never going to forgive yourself for this."

Solomon opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the curse finally shattered.

Smoke filled his lungs, causing him to hack and cough, but he couldn't let you go - what if, after his moment of weakness, he found you gone again?

When the air cleared, you collapsed against him - an incoherent mumble all you managed before you lost consciousness.

Solomon held you tight, making sure your breath was steady, your pulse strong. The curse had exhausted you, weakened you... but it would not hurt you any further. You would sleep off the worst of the effects and recover.

With your life out of danger, Solomon's shoulders slumped. His eyes slipped closed, his chin rested in your hair.

It was only then he let the tears fall.

Solomon: The curse is broken. I will be returning to the House of Lamentation soon with MC.

Barbatos: Does MC require any medical attention?

Solomon: Nothing serious. Please notify the others. I'll be there soon.

Barbatos: Are you certain you don't need any assistance?

Solomon: I'll manage, Barbatos. Thank you.

Barbatos considered insisting - but he knew his old friend well. Solomon could be remarkably stubborn. He could only inform Lucifer of Solomon's words, letting the first born inform his brothers.

The Young Master had returned there earlier, guided by Barbatos. Simeon had run past him towards - somewhere. It didn't seem to be the House of Lamentation. Barbatos had best message him as well.

How one human had come to hold so much power over some of the most powerful beings in all three realms was beyond Barbatos' understanding, even with his unique perspective. He could only hope his Young Master would permit him a glimpse into the future tonight. Barbatos needed to ensure no permanent damage had been done to this timeline.

With his lips still burning with the memory of your kiss, Barbatos walked through the streets towards the House of Lamentation.

[mcx7demonbros]

The Sacrifice

Ft. Klein (my MC), all Obey Me! Boys

C/W: mention of vomiting, blood, death, Lesson 16 & 38 spoilers

Klein, made by Picrew

Summary: this is part 1 of the series that recounts how Klein’s life ended as a human, and how he became the Archon of Sin.

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When Simeon arrived, it was already too late. The Night Dagger had stabbed through Klein’s heart.

“Blaargh!” Klein vomited blood on Lucifer. The dagger did have a physical form after all, so it was a given that it would also cause physical wound.

“Klein, no, stay with me!” Klein really wanted to do as Lucifer said, but as so much blood leaving his body, his legs felt weak and he felt into Lucifer’s arms.

“Luci, I love you!” Klein whispered to Lucifer’s ear.

“No, Klein, don’t make it sound like you’re going to die. I will find a way-.”

“Shhhh…Luci, tell Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie that I love them too. *cough* *cough* please go to Fr. Leo and tell him to give me a *cough* Christian burial.”

Lucifer took Klein’s hand into his, kissing it and caressing it with his cheek. A tear managed to escape his eye.

“I guess this is my punishment *cough* for being so evil. Even in dream, I could never imagine an Evil Lord like me would sacrifice my life for someone else. Love makes me a fool.”

“Doesn’t it apply to us all?”

“Yeah-.” Klein took the rosary out from his pocket with his other hand. “Sorry, Mother.” Klein breathed his last. His soul exited his body and entered the Night Dagger, to be imprisoned inside until the end of time.

Lucifer turned into his demon form and used his wings to cover Klein’s body as he took the body of his beloved to the roof of the House of Lamentation. That night, every demon in Devildom, along with creatures of other races that resided there, heard an anguish howl, the most anguish howl they had ever heard.

“Lucifer, what happen-?” The three brothers with wings appeared came up to the roof immediately after hearing the painful howl.

“That’s-.”

“No, it can’t be. Not again.��

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The next day, Diavolo ordered all flags of Devildom to be hung half-staff. All businesses in Devildom closed for a full day, and all classes and works of RAD were cancelled for three whole days. Even the Demon Lord’s Castle had a black banner hung on its tallest tower to show respect.

Inside the Council’s room at RAD, on each of the banners of the Avatars hung a black ribbon.

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On the front door of the House of Lamentation also hung a black ribbon.

Lucifer had left the house to go to the Human Realm to tell Klein’s family about the tragic news and to prepare for the funeral. The whole house was left in Mammon’s charge.

The memory of Klein dying in his hands still felt like it was just yesterday. As Mammon looked at Klein inside the glass coffin, he felt so angry, mostly towards himself. Since that day, the Avatar of Greed had sworn that he would protect his human from all harm, that he would do everything in his ability to make his human happy. Why? Just why? Fate was so cruel, it took away his beloved, not once, but twice.

“Henry, open your eyes? Henry would never abandon his best friend, the Lord of Shadow.” Beside Mammon, Levi completely knelt on the ground beside the coffin, his eyes puff from crying. Some parts inside the Avatar of Envy was telling that it was all a lie, and if he went to sleep and wake up, maybe, just maybe, Klein would be all alive and well.

“Damn it, how could this happen?” Satan wanted to blame Lucifer, but deep down inside, he knew Lucifer had no fault in Klein’s death.

Asmo standing beside Satan didn’t even care about his appearance anymore. His eyes and face were more swollen than Levi from all the crying. After returning to the House of Lamentation, Lucifer let Asmo took Klein’s body away so Asmo would make sure Klein looked the best even in bis death. But all the make-up was meaningless when the soul of his beloved was not with him and his soul found no rest, forever trapped inside the Night Dagger.

Beel had promised to protect Klein, to be his shield, yet he had failed again. Lilith perished, now even Klein had gone, a fate more tragic than Lilith.

Belphie leaning on Beel’s shoulder, inside his head was grief for the his beloved, whom he had killed once. For Belphie, he had killed Klein a second time by failing to protect his evil overlord. Whose fault was that? Lucifer? Lucifer failed to save Klein, but he was also a victim in this? It was Diavolo and Solomon? They were in cahoot with each other, keeping all those secrets to themselves. In the end, Klein lost his life. Those two wanted to protect the Three Realms? Let the Three Realms burn, the Avatar of Sloth didn’t give a damn.

Now, when the sun of their lives had gone, everything felt like a harsh cold and icy world.

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Klein Masterlist

[arcadejohn127-9]

Okay so I got a weird request for you 🥸 how would the demon brothers and undateables react to an MC that is turning into a demon? Like MC gets fangs, tail, wings ect from being there for so long or is maybe being corrupted? Could you make it a little bit fluffy, though but I can also see this being funny 🤪❤

This doesn't seem weird at all! The concept is actually really interesting

Lucifer:

Lucifer was going off on you and the other brothers; all of you were caught with his stuff

You just wanted to see what he was hoarding but turns out it was just cursed music and screaming skulls

He immediately charged over and began scolding his brothers

But when levithan made a comment about Mammon already selling his items

He went full demon mode, summoning a whip and began to twist it

"MAMMOOOOOOOON-"

Mammon bolted away, Lucifer hot on his trail

You soon found mammon tied to the chandelier

You glared at Lucifer and went off instinct

"let go off my horns-"

"not until you apologize!"

He kept trying to get out of your grip but you just held on tighter

They brothers were aware you were changing but he didn't expect you to get demon strength so soon

"I will prevent you from becoming a demon if you keep acting like this, this kind of behaviour will not continue-"

"Silence or I'll shake you like a goat!"

Mammon:

You found out about your corruption before anyone else

You've been trying to hide it - unsure if it's a curse or you're actually turning

You were hoping you could get the prince to see you but it turns out fate had a different path in mind

"Oi, I want my shades back, I've let you borrow them for too long-"

He was tired of going for his shades and them not being there

Too caught up in how cute you looked in them he let you borrow them much longer than expected

"Wait - no-"

"YOU GOT DEMON EYES! the hell- you turning into a demon?!"

"uh- suprise?"

He grabbed your face, examining your new eyes

"they're real pretty- not like your original eyes weren't but- forget I said anything, we need to find out what happened to you, dumn hu- uh demon."

Levithan:

The way you both found out was purely accidental

You both noticed your teeth appeared sharper but they both shrugged it off

Believing it to be normal as alot of demon food was meat and had that kind of fleshy tough texture

You were watching some new anime and you got excited

Your favourite character seemed to be on the urge of being killed off but then suddenly - they unlocked a hidden power within and survived!

You jumped up from your seat and cheered

"You're- YOU HAVE WINGS!"

You looked behind you and sure enough, a pair of wings were flapping behind you

"WHOA!!! wait so I can fly now?!"

"But how are you- YOU'RE TURNING INTO A DEMON!!"

You were too excited to care about the corruption of your body, jumping off the walls testing out your new wings

levithan had to quickly rush you to the others to show them what happened

None of them get how you're turning but glad you're taking it in stride

Satan:

When you showed him your growing horns, he was fascinated

Immediately taking you to his room to find his study on demon and human history

"it says here that demon corruption can turn humans into lesser demons but it's normally for those who are already damned to hell and have a bad soul."

You gasped

Wiggling your fingers at him as a wicked grin grew on your face

"so I'm secretly evil, like a villian~"

He just handed you the book, amused by your attitude

He was glad you were fine with your corruption

His eyes wondered and noticing a tail forcing itself out from your clothes

He couldn't help but blush seeing it wag, watching as you read through the process of corruption

"you're the furthest thing from a villian, but if you'll let me - I'll document this, you'll be making history."

"Really? I guess so though - did something just fall out of my body? I'm too scared to look."

"it's just your tail, it seems your body isn't processing the corruption the same so some parts are developing faster than others."

You whipped around, grabbing your tail and began to squeal

Yep, Definitely was the furthest thing from evil

But perhaps it was how open you were to the devildom that it made corruption easier on your soul

Asmodeus:

"Fangs suit you, make's you look more vicious~"

He grinned, a small growl on his voice as he admired your new sharp teeth

You tried not to get embarassed as he prodded at the bottom of your fang

You thought the whole transformation was really cool

This is what most humans want! Or atleast you believed so

When he finally let go, you checked your teeth out in the mirror

"they're so cool! But what's the point it's not like I'm going to be eating anyone-"

"you could always bite me, you know that option has always been open for you."

You ignored his wink and amused smile

You knew he was just teasing but deep down you were happy he was so positive about your transformation

You were scared they wouldn't like you anymore

But they were all supportive, especially asmo

"It's not like you're really changing that much so I don't see any issue, besides I'm curious if you'll be like me and have wings!"

That was a discovery you were yet to find

Your horns were growing steadily and your eyes have changed along with your teeth

But you were yet to get any wings or tail

Beezlebub:

When the brothers found out you were turning Into a demon

First the reaction was panic and wanting to fix you

But you said you were fine with it and the process wasn't hurting you in any way

They relaxed after that

But you actually growing extra limbs such as wings and horns the panic was growing again

"you're going to be alot stronger now, I'm glad."

You flexed your arms, bringing up your fists with a grin

"Oh? You wanna try to brawl or something?"

Beel still easily overpowered you, keeping your little fists at distance from him by pushing back your head

He was smiling, a light blush on his cheeks whilst you were trying to punch him

"No, I'm happy I'll finally be able to hug you without being scared of hurting you."

"oh-!"

You immediately got embarassed

You stopped trying to fight him, looking at him with a smile

"Let's test it out! I wanna see how much stronger my body is!"

Belphegor:

"Get your tail off my tail-"

You glared at him, trying to pull away from his arms, Getting overheated from how close he was cuddling you

You processed his words; wondering what he was talking about

"My tail?! I don't have a -"

He raised his tail to reveal that his and another tail were looped aroulnd each other, clinging

"OH MY DIAVOLO I HAVE A TAIL!!"

You were able to shuffle away, bringing your tail up to your face

You were just staring at it, not expecting to see it

"you're becoming a demon........wanna learn some demon swears?"

"there's special demon swears???!!! TELL ME!"

He chuckled, rolling closer to you and began speaking in a different language, it easily rolling off his tongue

The words felt familiar but you couldn't understand what he was saying

"What does that mean?"

"Let's just say you shouldn't repeat it until you want a demon to die."

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

He was immediately informed about your predicament

Demanding to see you as soon as possible

When he finally saw you, you were barely changed

Less prominent changes were already in effect but you were yet to truely look like a demon

He was both excited and scared

Excited to see this unique change and that you'll be able to stay in the Devildoom

But scared that this is going to be a hard thing for you and you'll regret and hate them all for corrupting you

But he was surprised by your enthusiasm

"What kind of horns do you think I'll be getting? I hope they're cool."

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, I didn't know un-damned humans could turn into demons."

"me either but I practically live here already so there's not going to be a difference."

He laughed, squeezing your shoulder

You were looking at yourself in the mirror

Just trying to find any horn bumps

"I think they'll be unique type of horns, like Barbatos."

He moved his hands to the side of your head, mimicking his butler's horns

You both agreed barb had super cool horns

"Wait- won't I get that special outfit all of you have when you're in your demon form?"

"i- i actually haven't thought about that."

"do those just magic on or were they chosen and now they're just attached to that form?"

You both had to sit down and actually think about this

Barbatos:

He wasn't too surprised you were having a transformation

It was only due time before the life of the Devildom effected you

But when you came rushing in to see him, tears in your eyes

That completely threw him off

"If you don't want this to happen, I'm sure my lord will let me shift the timelines and you'll be back to normal."

"No way! I wanna be a demon~ I'll have big fangs and spooky wings-"

Seeing your tears weren't one of despair

He smiled, cutting you off

"You'll have a tail actually."

You grew more excited, jumping up and down

When asked why you were crying

Turns out on the way to get him you bashed into one of the doors

He had to check if you had any bruises after you told him that

You took it as a good time to ask what kind of tail you'll have

But he just tapped his noses

"it would be better I keep it a secret, it's your corruption after all, I understand I'm doing this not to be mean."

You let him be

But as soon as your demonic features grew in more you were rushing off to see barbatos

Solomon:

"Hey, Solo! Guess what!"

You surprised your giddy up glee

Standing at the end of the stairs to his mini potions lab

He didn't look at you, too focused on his latest project

"What is it? You've turned into a demon?"

He laughed at his sarcasm

You just grinned, bouncing over to the opposite side of him

"yes actually! I'm finally allowed outside!"

His head snapped up SO FAST

when he saw your demon form he was shocked

Never would he assume you would turn into a demon

He's like Satan, wanting to research and document your progression and abilities

"We could make a pact, perhaps then the brothers will finally-"

"I'm not making a pact with you."

You two spent HOURS discussing your corruption

You were excited to learn more about the possibilities and he wanted to figure out how a non dammed soul was able to turn into a demon

"so, I'm going to be immortal like you, it's seems you're never getting rid of me~"

"After the first 10 hundred years you'll get bored of it."

"Oof- I forgot you're old-old."

He was not pleased

Explaining he was wise not old

You just shook your head, letting him ramble about how aging works for immortal beings and how the concept of age blurs

Simeon:

"Is it painful at all? When the brothers fell I know they had to go through a similar transformation like you."

He never saw his brother's transformation, just watched them descend from the heavens

He was looking at the few differences your new form was doing to you

But you seemed fine, smiling as you sat with him

"It feels weird, I know it's happening - it's more like an itch?"

"I'll see if I can get anything that'll help, you seem fine with the change."

You fully turned to him, grinning

"oh yeah! I think it'll be cool, I'll get to be immortal and stay with all of you."

His heart softened at your words

You'll be a peculiar demon, indeed

But that was okay and he was happy you were okay

He started guessing what animal would represent you

Wondering what type of wings you'll get

Or how your tail would look

"I'm excited to see what your demon form will be when it's complete, I want to see if my theories will be correct."

"I think you can see the future, your TSL story was remarkably close to what happened between me and the brothers and their bonds leading up to my arrival."

He just laughed, that secretive glint to his see

"it's but a mere coincidence but we'll see when the time comes."

Luke:

His best friend is becoming a demon??!!!

This is so unfair!

You were his HUMAN friend! His favourite human out of all humanity!

He was so grumpy about it

Mumbling how the demons corrupted you and now you're forced to stay in the Devildom

Meaning if he wants to visit he'll have to be there which he definitely 'doesn't' want because his friends mean demons are there

"Is there no way to reverse it?"

"probably but I don't wanna - I'm happy to become a demon!"

"But why?! Won't you miss your human life!"

He felt very conflicted; he wanted you to feel the way he did so you could understand him

But he knew you were happy and he wasn't too opposed to it

It's just the fear of change and you being upset or regretting your fee decision

You were always so nice to him

He truly believed you'd become an angel like him and Simeon

"nah, the Devildom has made me the happiest I've been in years, besides if get wings we can go fly together."

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, hugging him close as he finally un-puffed his cheeks

"you- you wanna go flying? I guess I do want that... it'll be nice."

He smiled, calming down but still wasn't sure how to feel

He wanted to fly with you and even if you didn't get wings, he always wanted to show off his growing wings

If you had a tail he'd just find a different way for you to sour into the sky

[thecolordemon]

THE BROS AND UNDATEABLES REACTING TO MC SQUIRT

Alright let's do this😂 If you don't know what 'Squirting' is...you're probably too young. Also I'm pretty sure that Asmo wrote this comment😏😂.

SO: ⚠️WARNING!⚠️🔞NSFW🔞

Request: Heandcanon-How would the demon brothers and the undateables react to a squirting Mc?

The demon brothers:

*Lucifer*:

he edged MC a lot before it happend

control play (some kind of power play)

whispered "Don't you dare to cum!" in a really husky voice while f*"cking MC with his fingers

watches very closely how their body reacts to him

is surprised when MC can't hold it any longer

MC squirts on his face and torso

'Well...this is new, they never did this before.'

grins sadistically

watches them panting heavily

cleans his lips with a seductive lick of his tongue

is very proud

"Clean me up. Now."

watches MC licking up the mess they made

get's even more turned on

*Mammon*:

MC's legs were on his shoulders and he sucked on their clit very greedily when it happend

flinched slightly and closed his eyes

he only got told about things like that and he read some 'books' but...holy shit

never experienced that before

"Di-did you just-"

embarrassed MC

he blushes but his ego goes straight through the ceiling

Of course MC had to cum like this! He's the GREAT MAMMON! Only he can makes them feel this way!

*brags about it infront of Satan, Asmo, Levi and Belphie

enjoys his effect on MC

very very very proud boi

teases MC about going 'absolutely insane'

*Leviathan*:

was giving her oral pleasure with his long tongue when it happend out of all sudden

he flinches

poor lost boy

he did not knew that this was actually a thing

thinks he did something wrong

"Oh my go--devil--MC are you okay?! I'm sorry I-"

gets so embarrassed

his eyes go 👀 when MC tells him about female ejaculation

softly wipes it of his face and examines the fluid

"So...you l-liked it...?"

MC: "I loved it-"

is relieved that he did nothing wrong

licks the substance from his fingers

"May I....may I try again?" *blushes*

turns into an expert

*Satan*:

he is very confident and when MC squirted he could not have been pleased more

"Good girl"/"Good kitten"

evil smirk

continues licking them until they're overstimulated

holds them by their hips and won't stop until they've come multiple times

loves to watch them squirm

cleans everthing up with his tongue and kisses them afterwards, so that they can taste themself

"I was waiting for this to happen."

boost of self confidence

soft aftercare with a lot of cuddling and head pats

savoured the taste of MC on his tongue for a little while

*Asmodeus*:

as the avatar of lust he is well informed

probably invented it

knows everything about s*x and enjoys the fun of it

he laughed softly when MC was surprised because they did not know that this could happen

"No no, it's fine darling! Don't be ashamed! Stop hiding behind your fingers!"

kisses them a lot to reassure them

takes his time to explain the whole thing

"You feel better now?"

starts kissing up their thighs again

"Then please spread your legs again, my love. I'm not done yet..."

makes them squirt multiple times until they're not ashamed anymore because it's a normal tasty thing to happen

*Beelzebub*:

King of oral

knows exactly how to move his tongue to make MC sing

however he wasn't prepared for something like this

when they squirted right onto his face he was very very very surprised

curious boi

licks his lips and is stunned because of the magnificent taste

loses his control

MC can't form any words because they're a moaning mess

his tongue sildes very deep to reach every sensitve spot

he want's to taste more, he want's to drink it

gives his very best just to make MC cum like this again

thinks that MC's taste is the most delicious one in the world

MC is his favorite food now

*Belphie*:

normally he is the one receiving but today...

he was in the mood

he went pretty rough and fast on them

out of all sudden this juice was everywhere in his face

he was stunned and stared at MC for a straight minute

they excused several times and got lowkey scared

he was stunned

MC explaining the female ejaculation

listening and learning

wants to try it again asap

makes them scream his name

The undateables:

*Lord Diavolo*:

he loves to tease them but this-holy he nearly came because of it

big grin all over his face

prooooud af

cleans them up with his long, rough tongue and keeps eyecontact while doing so

"You looked so beautiful while doing it. I would love to draw this as a picture for my chambers."

*very blushy MC*

starts going down on them again

loves the unique taste

mumbles 'hail the queen' very seductivly over and over again

*Barbatos*:

it boosts his self confidence so much

he really likes it

knows exactly how to clean them up afterwards

massages them softly

"You did very well, my dear."

soft kisses on the neck

gives them a proper break before doing it again

the only time he likes to get dirty

*Solomon*:

he laughs

grins like a bastard

"I knew that I'm good but I didnt know that I'm that good!"

wants to be praised

enjoys to watch MC struggling for air

teases them

"Can I use my camera?"

the next time: records the whole thing while f*cking them with his elegant fingers

*Simeon*:

it was his first time giving oral pleasure and he was SHOCKED

SHOCKED

he didn't knew this was possible

"Did I hurt you?!?!"

needs a lot of reassurance to accept that MC is just fine

a little bit embarrased because he was able to do that to them

"Am I a sinner?"

*Luke*:

wow wow wow wow no! Big no no! He acts and looks like a child! Not on my tumblr. Uh uh.💕

[regina-daemonium]

“Hey, I told you I didn't do that. That was Belpie, playing a prank on me!” y/n grumbled a glint of annoyance filling her eyes as she remembered all the embarrassing sounds Belphegor had set on her D.D.D. until she finally had got him to stop.

---

For two weeks, each day her D.D.D had been set to another annoying or embarrassing alarm and ringtone. She still hadn't figured out how Belphegor had kept swiping her D.D.D. to change it, without her noticing.

Her limit had been reached when during an invitation for tea at the demon lord's castle, her D.D.D had started blasting loud farting sounds. Stammering out apologies, her face turning as red as a tomato she had ripped out her D.D.D from her back pocket, hitting the off button so forceful it was a small miracle the thing hadn't broken. After she explained about Belphegor his latest pranking bout, Diavolo had not been able to stop laughing for at least ten minutes

Back at the house of Lamentation, the first thing y/n had done was hunt down the avatar of sloth. She had found him in the attic, wrapped around his cow pillow. Sound asleep of course and dammit why did the seventh-born always look so innocently and adorably cute when he was sleeping. It nearly made her turn on her heels and let him be. Almost, that was. If not for her D.D.D. starting on another bout of farting sounds. The soft giggles that emanated from the avatar of sloth as a string of the most colourful words cuss words she had picked up in the devildom started to flow from her mouth trying to shut her D.D.D. off again, did not do much in the youngest demon`s favour.

Her ire heated again, y/n had stalked over to the now fully awake mischievously smiling demon. Standing in front of the bed, one arm pressed into her side, the other waving her D.D.D around. “You think that's funny huh Belphie? Have you any idea how embarrassing it was having this go off while being with Diavolo? Or how not funny it was when it started blaring out sheep noises in the middle of a R.A.D lecture, right before a lunch break in a room filled with hungry demons!”

“Ah, it was just a prank y/n”, Belphegor yawned while blinking at her lazily. "Stop being so annoyingly loud about it."

“Ah prank?… How about if you mess with my D.D.D ringtones as a counter prank…” A glint of malevolence flashed in y/n`s eyes as she pointed at the demon's cow pillow. “I will wash that so hot it will shrink to the size of a D.D.D. ?”

Belphegor had hissed at her while hugging his pillow so tightly, that the seams stretched. A fraction more, they would have popped, spilling feathers all over the room like a flurry of snow. The shocked look in the one purple eye not obscured by the demon's hair as he glared at her made y/n smile in victory. It seemed her treat had gotten his attention, that she was indeed serious, and she didn`t think it was a laughing matter at all. Didn`t he realize how much trouble his so-called prank could have gotten her into?

But then her smile faltered hearing how sad his comeback sounded. So not like Belphegor`s usually don't give a fuck attitude.

“T- that's j-just evil y/n.” he had near whispered before jumping out of the bed. Belphegor had rushed past her, still clutching his pillow in a protective manner as he out of the door and down the winding stairs.

Had she seen that right, that slight tremble of Belphies lips, right before he had spoken to her? As well as what sounded like a swallowed sob as he rushed passed her? The threatening of his favourite pillow must have really hit a tender spot within the usually bratty seventh-born. And dammit, now she felt guilty over upsetting the little brat. After finding Belphie again, hiding under the covers in his twin's bed, the demons cheeks had still been wet from tears. Sitting down next to the upset demon,  y/n had gently brushed the remnants of tears away as she asked why he`d gotten so upset.

Belphegor had stayed silent, though he had curled up against her, resting his head on her lap, keeping his arms wrapped protectively around his cow pillow.

Running her fingers through his hair, she had spent the next hour in silence, soothing the upset youngest demon living at the house of Lamentation. 

When he`d finally did speak, Belphegor's voice was so soft she had to lean in to hear him.

"L-Lilith got me this pillow. She gave it for me to rest on whenever we went down to the human world to watch the stars. I-it reminds me of her, and the fun we had looking up at the night sky."

Y/n could feel her throat tightening up, and her eyes beginning to water as she listen to Belphegor`s story. It made her have to swallow a few times before she could speak again. "I`m sorry Belphie, I- I didn`t know. Had I, I wouldn`t have said what I did. I`m truly sorry."

"It`s ok, it`s not like you could have known y/n. And I`m sorry for messing with your D.D.D."

Now fully understanding why he had gotten so upset, she had promised that she would never mess with his pillow.

Afterwards, they had cuddled up on the bed and Belphegor had shared with her some of the best pranks he had pulled on his siblings. And well truth be told, some of them had been damn funny.

[diavolosthots]

Feeeeeeeeeeeeeed me hot fallen Simion. My pussy is dying, for a dark, feral yandere fallen angel 💓💔

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

Heres my disclaimer for all things yandere: I'm not the best at it lol

Warning: Yandere, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, manipulation

Falling ( YANDERE!FALLEN!SIMEON X GN!READER )

In retrospect, you really already knew it was going to happen. Simeon had been odd for a while now, straying further away from the light while Luke so desperately tried to pull him back. A child clinging onto its parent, begging them not to leave, but it was too late. You guessed it had started way before you even came into the picture, like a lot before. Your gut tells you it’s the aftermath of the war. The guilt and conflict, the inner debate over what both sides stood for and if he had chosen the right one, only to find out much later that he really hadn’t. He had served an absent father for years, taking orders from Michael blindly until he woke up one day and realized how badly he wanted to think for himself; to be his own person. 

Simeon fell, and he fell hard. Bright wings burning in the sky as he crashed into the Devildom, bruised and beaten, but with a smile on his face. You, especially, had been worried; that must have hurt, but he wouldn’t have any of it.  At first he was still much like himself; kind, funny, a little mischievous… until one day, he just… changed. His humor turned dark, much like Satan’s except so much worse. He would gamble, albeit more successfully than Mammon, and his confidence borderline narcissism, much like Lucifer and Asmodeus. His appearance changed, too. The white flow over his shoulders, the heavenly pants mixed with the leotard, all of it turned into leather. Dark leather pants matched with equally dark shoes. A black button up that only had the last two buttons buttoned on the bottom, stuck into his pants and otherwise revealing his naked chest. He wore jewelry too, his hair gelled back to reveal gold earrings that too closely resembled that of a snake, a traitor. Simeon became meaner, too, hating and ignoring everyone who didn’t like him or what he stood for, but most of all Simeon became jealous. Jealous of Diavolo and what he had, of Solomon who seemed way too happy in his own skin, and of you, because in all of this, you never left his side and it irked him. 

Your heart of gold stood out to him, something he hated but also felt the odd need to protect. He brushed it off as his angel side talking; the fall hadn’t been too long ago so it would make sense for some of the good to still shine through, but he really didn’t want it to. He felt more free, having fallen, and was one of the few that actually rebelled and took his dark side seriously. You had to beg Lord Diavolo more than once to let Simeon off the hook, which he found amusing and teased you for, “please, Simeon, just stop…” Your pleas to him were even better than your begging to the Demon Lord and he found himself laughing, “please what, (Y/N)? Do you not like me anymore?” It’s not that, he it wasn’t that. On some level, you actually loved him, but it was becoming too much for you. “Come here.” he’d always do this. He would mess up and then cradle you in his arms, keeping you close against his exposed chest while he promised things that he will never fulfill, and you fell for it every time. 

To you, the idea that something so full of light and love could actually turn evil doesn’t make sense and you desperately clung onto the sliver of hope that deep down he was still his old self. “Ssshh… it’s okay. You don’t have to protect me.” But you did. With tear stained eyes you looked up at him, finding yourself in an unfamiliar room that you would soon figure out, you could never escape out of. A soft smile graced his face and although you knew it was fake, it still brought some comfort because it looked like him, like the Simeon you knew. “But I do… you’re destroying yourself, Simeon… you’re trying so hard to be someone you’re not. You didn’t have to fall.” His hand cupped your face, his face turning even softer, looking at you like you were a child that just didn’t seem to understand the world. “My dear (Y/N)... you don’t understand. I don’t expect you to… your silly human mind just doesn’t have the capacity to.” Tears streamed harder. You felt like you were just being brushed off and you hated that he treated you this way. At some point, you used to be his equal. At some point, he treated you like you were worth something, but lately he had just been crushing you, making you feel smaller and smaller. 

“I’m not a silly human… I-I… I don’t need protection…. “ He shook his head, wiping your tears, “of course you do. They’re out to get you, (Y/N). You know why, right? Because you’re just that, a human. Tiny, fragile, and helpless. Nobody cares for you.” His words made you choke, quickly pushing off of him as you looked at him in disbelief. You managed to stand, trembling legs and hands finally finding the courage to walk around the room, the room you didn’t recognize, in an attempt to free yourself, “let me out…” your voice was timid, scared of what he might do. He had gone crazy before, picking a fight with Beelzebub in which the latter barely made it out alive had it not been for Lucifer stepping in. You knew Simeon would only need to use a quarter of the strength on you that he used on Beelzebub in order to break you, and you feared that. “Oh? Pushing me away, I see…” he stood up, slowly walking over to you, backing you up against the wall, “Why are you trembling? Are you scared?” It was a rhetorical question, he knew the answer to it of course. 

It was almost funny to see. You wanted to be there for him so bad, to make him see that you loved him and tried to guide him in the right direction, but at the same time he was so scary, too unpredictable, and so malicious. “Awe.. come here.” You shook your head, trying to go anywhere but near him, which was hard since he had you trapped. A laugh escaped him, his arms catching you and pulling you into his chest a little too tightly, barely giving you enough space to breathe, “don’t fight it, (Y/N). You belong to me. After everything you went through for me, trying so hard to prove your love… you don’t think I’ll let you go, do you? No… Honestly, I hate it. I hate how you try so hard to make me something I’m not… You try so hard to give me the same light that you see in yourself, it’s pathetic, really,but…” he pulls back just far enough to look at you, a sadistic grin playing on his lips, “but that’s going to make breaking you so much more fun. 

You shook your head, struggling in his grasp but his grip on you only tightened, laughter roaring in your ears as he turned you around and pushed you against the cold wall. Your face made contact with the bricks and you closed your eyes tightly, your body tensing when you felt him move just a little too close. His hot breath was tickling your neck when he spoke again, “oh Simeon… please… you don’t have to do this…” he was mocking you, knowing exactly what you were thinking. You whimpered, the tears falling harder as you sniffled, but he was quick to lick them away with his tongue, “don’t worry… I’ll be gentle… at least if you bring me more of those sweet tears.” 

[ichigo-daifuku]

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil [3]

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Pairing: Diavolo/F!Reader Genre: Soulmate AU, Fake Relationship (?), Misunderstandings, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Synopsis: During a confrontation between Diavolo and a certain witch who harbors unrequited feelings for him, he declares his intention to ask you to stand beside him in reigning over the Devildom someday. You conclude only one logical explanation for the insanity he uttered: this is his way of discouraging the witch from being so persistent. Although clueless, you play along and become ‘lovers’ with him.

Inevitably, your existing attraction for Diavolo grows, but the distinction between truth and lies, the crisscrossed lines of the right and the wrong, and the question of what’s real and what isn’t, begin to plague your mind and stir up trouble for your relationship with him with each passing day.

Entangled within the woven threads of soulmates and a royal prophecy, this is the story of the Demon Prince and his future Queen: you.

1 | 2 | 3 Chapter 3: Speak No Evil Word Count: 5.6k

“Welcome, my lady.”

The staff at the Demon Lord’s Castle greeted you with dutiful bows. If they were surprised at the punctuality of your arrival, they showed no signs of it and ushered you inside. As per your previous visits, they were all cordial. Most of them even looked excited, and you felt a pang of guilt for deceiving them all this time.

Originally, the demon brothers had planned for your grand arrival with all seven of them escorting you to the ballroom. Due to your change of plans, however, you made excuses and admitted you had matters to discuss with Diavolo before the celebratory ball, intentionally leaving out any specifics. You persuaded them by divulging your plan of handing Diavolo the baked goods you prepared as a gift. In the end, the demon brothers reluctantly relented. You patted yourself on the back for remaining firm despite your gratitude for the Seven Rulers of Hell. It was a difficult feat to accomplish.

The day after your conversation with Solomon, you headed to town and purchased an outfit for the celebratory ball on your own rather than using those hanging on the racks of the prophesied Queen’s closet at the Demon Lord’s Castle. It was the first step in your departure from your role as the faux Queen. While browsing at one of your favorite boutiques, you found a red embroidered evening gown that completely covered your back and was zipped from the side. It was simpler than any of the formalwear in the Queen’s closet, but it wasn’t as if you would be at the party to impress anyone nor enjoy yourself.

It would be the last time you would pretend to be Diavolo’s other half. After this event, everything would be over.

A bittersweet feeling flooded your chest, but when you looked back at the moments you shared with Diavolo, you were unable to deny the truth to yourself: you’d do it all again if you could.

Your high heels click-clacked on the polished floor as you approached Diavolo’s study. Before anything else, you peeked inside and only entered the room once you found it empty. You shut the door and went over to his desk. The kisses you shared with him the other day were still fresh in your mind. In a span of a few days, your circumstances with him had completely changed. It was strange to stand in the same place with that realization gnawing at your gut.

Gingerly, you set the pastry box on Diavolo’s table, pulled a sticky note from his tall stack, and wrote a short thank you note for him. A small sense of finality washed over you as you signed your name and placed it on the box. It was cowardly of you to give him your gift like this, but once you’d told him you’d end this charade with him, he might decline it. You were already hurting, and as much as possible, you wanted to lessen the impact of his rejection.

After leaving his study and roaming around the castle, Diavolo remained nowhere in sight. You took a wild guess and went to the gazebo, a tinge of dread in your steps when you found out you were right. As tall and regal as he was during the first time you saw him, he stood and gazed at the lake, its tranquility one with its beholder.

“Diavolo,” you called.

“Hello there.” He turned his head to look at you, his lips breaking into a smile. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you replied and moved forward, taking in the sight of him in formalwear. “You look great, as always.”

“You flatter me.”

“It’s the truth.” Once you reached the gazebo, you stayed at the threshold, ready to leave once you had said what you needed to tell him. “By the way, I left something for you in your study.”

“A gift?”

“That’s right. Some pastries. I baked them myself.”

“Let’s eat them together later. We can have our own after-party.”

“No, I made them for you. And we’ll get full at the banquet, won’t we?”

“There’s always room for dessert.” He laughed at his own quip and gestured over the lake. “Why don’t you stand beside me? The view is quite splendid.”

“It’s fine. I can admire it from afar.” Unwavering, you remained rooted at your spot. The lake was majestic, but it wasn’t what you were here for tonight. You hid your shaky hands behind your back and fiddled with your fingers, taking a deep breath as you returned your complete attention to Diavolo. “I have something to tell you. It’s important.”

“You can tell me anything, my princess.”

“I’m sorry, Diavolo,” you said, “but let’s end this.”

A long pause passed before he clarified with uncertainty, “The party?”

“Not that. I meant this—whatever’s between us—let’s end it.”

“What? Why? Have I done something to displease you?” Diavolo interrogated, his entire demeanor shifting into a panicked one. He stepped closer to you, but you retreated and exited the gazebo entirely. It dawned on him: his pursuit would cause you to fall further back. A grim expression on his face, he came to a halt and demanded, “Tell me.”

“No, Diavolo. Far from it,” you confessed with a sad smile. “You’re the Prince of the Devildom, and you’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.”

“If so, then what’s the problem?”

“I’m in love with you.”

“And?”

And? That’s all he has to say? you thought bitterly, hurt your confession warranted such a lackluster reaction. “I can’t keep doing this when there’s someone else meant to be by your side.”

Diavolo stiffened. “Someone… else…?”

“Yes. I can’t pretend to be the Queen in the prophecy anymore. I love you. A lot. And it’s hurting me, so please, let’s end this.”

Instead of replying, Diavolo kept quiet.

Unable to take his silence any longer, you averted your gaze and proceeded to wrap up the conversation. “I’ve said what I wanted to say. I’ll attend the party. You’re free to clarify this tonight or I can pretend to be your Queen one last time, whichever works for you. But please make sure to clear up the misunderstanding in the future.”

“You’re under the impression,” he paused and let out a laugh in an icy tone you’d never heard from him before, “that we’re pretending to be together?”

Chills ran down your spine. The question he uttered made you more nervous than you ever were tonight. Diavolo’s deep voice dripped with realization, incredulity, but most of all, rage.

You were in trouble.

“You’re right. There’s been a misunderstanding.” He let out a menacing laugh and strode in your direction. Instinctively, you attempted to put space between the two of you, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him, wrapping both of his arms around your waist so quickly you didn’t have the chance to step away and flee. “All the times you said you were happy, whenever you told me you were looking forward to seeing me, when you agreed we looked like a great couple, you weren’t lying.”

“I wasn’t,” you acknowledged, your tense body gradually going lax at his touch. The familiar scent of his cologne made your mind hazy as you breathed in. “I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I might have pretended to be your lover, but I’ve been true to you. That’s why we have to end this.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Diavolo bent his head and whispered in your ear, “I never lie, did you know?”

You didn’t.

His words prompted your head to swirl with scenes of your interactions, one of them standing out among the rest.

“So, that day… when Maddi confronted us about the prophecy,” you paused, your eyes wide as you tilted your head to meet his gaze, “y-you meant every word you said?”

“Yes, you’re the one for me. The only one,” he declared, embracing you tighter. “Shall I prove it to you?”

Once the question left his lips, Diavolo’s eyes glowed, and the next thing you knew, the sights around you shifted from the gazebo to the Queen’s closet. He refused to let you go, and you were faintly aware you were in the corner of the room as your hips nudged the wooden edge of the grand vanity table. Fortunately, the surface was vacant since all the cosmetics remained in the drawers, or else they would have already toppled on the floor.

Diavolo asked, “Do you know what’s on your back?”

“How did you—”

“I saw. When we had breakfast together, during that day when you agreed to pretendto be my lover.” His fingers brushed the nape of your neck and slid down to your spine, his large palm resting over your back. “Do you know what’s written here?”

“My soulmark.”

“It’s more special than that.”

“How come?”

“Have you seen it?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never dared to. I don’t like it... and I’m… scared of it.”

“Do you like me?”

“I love you.”

“Are you scared of me?”

“No.”

“If that’s the case, there’s no need for you to dislike or be scared of your mark.”

As he had revealed to you moments ago, Diavolo never lied. You trusted him. If he was certain he was your soulmate, you had nothing to fear. “Okay, but I have to remove my dress, so if you will, the door is that way.”

Diavolo released you with a quiet laugh. A familiar mischievous smile played on his lips, he shook his head. Determinedly, he reasoned, “I can’t afford any more misunderstandings with you.”

Instead of leaving, he moved and settled down a few steps within your reach. He gave you free rein over the space in front of the mirror and crossed his arms, waiting.

Conceding, you sighed and shook your head in exasperation. There was no way you could convince him to leave. You raised your fingers to pull the zipper from your side, but the eyes trained on you were too intense, you almost turned—if not for the fact you’d still see him admiring your actions from the mirror which, strangely, felt more intimate. Averting your gaze, you stripped out of your evening gown. You thought of making your way to the chaise and laying down your outfit on it, but your hands felt too shaky, and your feet felt too cold. The crimson cloth slipped away from your fingers and pooled on the floor.

Donned only in your lingerie, you were exposed, and your back was ready for your revelation. Fear threatened you to put an end to this mess through flight, but your trust and affection for the man standing in front of you led you to fight this fear and face it head-on.

And then, on your own volition, you finally looked at what was imprinted on your back: the soulmark you once resented but now gave you hope and promise.

Once you saw it, you felt grateful for your unknowingly wise decision of hiding it from everyone who asked about it in the human world.

“No way…” you murmured, unable to tear your gaze from your back’s reflection.

Three numbers were written vertically over your spine:

6 6 6

Diavolo approached you, his arm moving past your waist and resting on the table. He tilted his head to the side, and like you, openly gazed at your soulmark’s reflection in the mirror. His fingertip traced over the numbers, one after another, earning a soft gasp from you. “You know what this means, yes?”

You did.

The Devil’s Number.

Devil.

Diavolo.

Speechless, you turned your face and stared at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“Do you honestly believe I could be this good at pretending to be in love with you?” Diavolo questioned and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “You think too highly of me.”

“Do you really… love me?” you whispered.

“Listen well, my princess,” Diavolo embraced you and stroked your hair. “I love you.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks, dampening his suit, but neither of you cared. “The prophecy…”

“It’s about you.”

“So, all this time…”

He sighed and grimaced. “Yes.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“I am,” he said, releasing you to wipe your tears with his thumbs. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with it.”

Diavolo cradled your cheeks and bent his head to kiss you. After you decided to break things off with him, you had accepted you’d never be as close to him as you were before, but here you were. Eyes closed, you basked in his affection, which you now know was true and meant only for you. Despite the anger he admitted to, the sensation of his lips on yours was warm and forgiving. When you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and deepened your kisses, the soft sigh that escaped his lips was all you needed to know he was relieved. It put him at ease that you loved him and weren’t going to leave him. It was a sentiment that mirrored yours.

Breathless, he leaned back and met your heated gaze. The crackling tension between the two of you grew from powerful to electrifying, a telltale sign of a singular ending to this encounter. It was a resolution you never dared to consider when you entered this castle tonight, but it was one you had no complaints about. He needed this—needed you—and you’d be damned if you were going to let this end like it did last time.

“Will you indulge me?” His fingers grazed your mark once more as he took the clasp of your bra between them and unhooked it in one go. “Rather, would you indulge in me, my princess?”

“Here? Now? The celebratory ball is going to start soon,” you teased, tugging his bow tie with your index finger and unfastening it.

“Our unfinished business is more important,” Diavolo reminded you, his suit jacket falling on top of your dress. You unbuttoned his shirt and brushed your lips on his collarbone, the tip of your tongue teasing his exposed skin. He sighed and continued, “You have no idea what you do to me. I’ve wanted you for so long, but it seems my feelings didn’t come across properly. I’ll make it so you’ll never have any doubts about us ever again.”

Diavolo guided you to sit on the dresser and began kissing your neck, freshening the faded lovebites he had made and adding more as he caressed your breasts with his palms and dragged his thumbs over your hardening buds. His ministrations were languid and tender, but every contact with his mouth and fingers left you squirming, eager for him to quicken his pace and pay attention to where you needed him the most.

“When you first arrived here, I just knew… I have to have you all to myself,” he confessed.

As his lips reached your abdomen, Diavolo went down on one knee. To you, he looked like a knight receiving an accolade from his monarch; as if the vanity table was your throne, and he was promising himself to you. Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to liken him to the prince who had finally found his elusive Cinderella. But perhaps not—as unlike that prince, he was removing your high heels and setting them aside. Desire and reverence filled his eyes as he tilted his head and stared at your bare form, your chest rising and falling in anticipation. 

“Now, everyone’s going to know you're mine,” he vowed, hooking your panties at the side and sliding them down your legs, “including you.”

Your mouth parted in a soundless groan as Diavolo kissed the inside of your knees.

“What do you say, my princess?”

Anticipation pooled at the pit of your stomach. A slow, coquettish smile made its way on your lips. Above all else, you wanted him to know you were eager for this as much as he was—that you desired him as much as he desired you. You raised your legs and beckoned him closer by spreading them and letting your calves and feet rest over his wide shoulders. “Show me.”

He smirked, pleased with your answer. Wordlessly, he kissed and nipped at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. Tilting his head lower, his warm breath ghosted over the apex of your legs, his lips hovering over your sex. The first swipe of his tongue was gentle. He let you familiarize yourself with the sensation before he licked you where it was the most pleasurable. When he did, the sharp inhale you took didn’t escape his notice. He knew what he was doing, flicking his tongue and sucking at that little bundle of nerves with the right amount of pressure, in the way you never knew you wanted it. His index and middle finger over the sides of your entrance, his tongue plunged inside you. It triggered a sudden movement of your hips, but he held you in place and steadied you with his other hand, his ministrations never faltering, coaxing a diminutive moan out of your lips.

“You hear that?” he murmured, pertaining to the sound the shallow thrust of his middle finger made. Those three words sent a pleasurable wave from his lips to your groin, making you curl your toes and your back arch against the mirror. “We’ve only just begun, and you’re already so wet for me.”

“Stop teasing me so much,” you whined. You reached out to brush his hair and thread your fingers between its strands, but at the quickening pace of his hand, you ended up tugging at his locks instead.

“It’s because you’re holding back,” Diavolo pointed out with a soft chuckle. He peered at your face and waited for your reaction as he added a second—and soon, a third—finger into the mix. “Let me hear you. I know you can be louder than that.”

Even if you wanted to subdue the gratified noises threatening to fill the room, you were helpless against his earnest pursuit of your peak. He pumped his fingers in and out of you over and over, making you cry out as you reveled in the sensation of your release. At a rhythmless pace, your hips shifted against his face once more, only this time he let you ride out and enjoy the most out of your climax.

Diavolo might be all refined, dignified, and gentlemanly, but now that you had brought out the lascivious side of him—the raw and sinful part of him he kept in the dark to many—he was relentless. He straightened his body and licked his damp lips, savoring your taste. It was a look that told you that there was more to come—that he had more to give.

Eyes bleary, you were faintly aware of it as Diavolo stood. You did likewise, albeit unsteadily, and allowed him to turn your body around. With a light press of his palm over your back, he inclined you downward. Your fingers grasped the edge of the table, and the vision of your flushed state connected with your eyes in the glass. Above your likeness, Diavolo’s reflection smirked at you. Then and there, your earlier thoughts about him admiring you from the mirror were proven correct: everything about this was intimate, enthralling, and insanely sensual.

Diavolo pressed his lips on the numbers on your spine, and your legs wobbled as you shivered. He held you by the waist, his torso perfectly fitting over your back as his other hand worked on his trousers and guided himself near your fluttering entrance, the tip touching you but not entering. His lips tickled your ear, and he dragged them across the lobe and tugged at it. With a soft but demanding voice, he urged you, “Say it.”

Still in a daze from your climax but covetous of another, you were ready to do whatever he wanted you to do. “Say what?”

“Say you’re mine.” He nudged his length between your sensitive folds. He felt so good, and you knew he was going to feel even better once he was inside you.

“I’m yours,” you vowed, shifting your lower half to sheathe him. “I’m yours—only yours! Now, please Diavolo!”

He was delivering what he had promised earlier, showing you how you were his. At the same time, you wanted him to show you he was yours, too. Yearning to be connected to him in some way, you turned your head to meet his lips with your own. Instead of replying with words, he slipped his tongue past your mouth and kissed you deeper. He gripped your hips and eased himself inside your core.

Startled, you pulled your lips away and faced forward with a soft gasp. Although you had an idea of his size and girth from your foreplay, he still felt more than you expected. He was only halfway in, and yet, you were already biting your lower lip to suppress a pleasured scream from coming out of you.

His pace was tantalizingly unhurried. Again and again, he drew back and thrust inside you—only to stop midway. 

It was frustrating. You were capable of taking all of him, and you knew it.

“Harder,” you pleaded, “Do it harder… Please!”

With a kiss on your shoulder, he chuckled and replied, “As you wish, my princess.”

He gave you what you asked for and eased himself fully inside you. Once you accommodated his length, your eyes fluttered closed reflexively. Yes, this was it. This was exactly what you needed. Your breath hitched as he slowly drew back until his tip remained in your entrance, and in a second, he plunged inside you again. “Y-Yes, just like… like that.”

Diavolo groaned, increasing his pace. His fingers dug at your hips, and the erotic sound of skin slapping filled your ears. He leaned back and let out a low hum of appreciation as you took every inch of him perfectly. His voice strained and lacking its usual composure, he remarked, “Feels even better than I imagined.”

Well, damn.

The image of him touching himself to the thought of you was enough to make you shudder with arousal, but the pleasure of having him, in reality, was beyond any vision your mind could conjure up. You clenched around him, coaxing a grunt and a loud moan from his parted lips. He gritted his teeth and tightly shut his eyes, the rhythm he had set gradually turning rougher.

“Fuck!” you moaned, “Diavolo, I… I-I’m gonna—”

He sensed it. His pace refused to falter, and you reached your climax within seconds. You witnessed how much of a mess you turned to in the mirror, but you couldn’t care less. It was Diavolo who made you this way, after all. Your arms and legs gave out as you shuddered, but he readily caught you before you could fall to the ground. 

Diavolo unsheathed himself from you and returned you to your seated position. He kissed your hair and shifted his lips near your ear. “More?”

“Y-Yes.”

Gently, he held one of your legs up and propped your ankle on his shoulder. His other hand clamped over your bent knee. He entered your slick heat, and this time, you were able to accommodate him at once.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, his golden eyes following the movement as he thrust in and out of you. “Good girl.”

For the third time tonight, he drove you over the edge, but your earlier climax caused your current race to the peak to be agonizing. You feel it dangling over you, but at the same time, it was out of your reach. Distressed, you exclaimed, “I can’t!”

“You can,” he countered, giving it to you harder, “and you will.”

The fervor in his promise remained inexorable, and the tremor in his voice hinted at his impending climax.

You grabbed his wrist and shifted your leg downward, determined. He realized what you were trying to do as you held your arms up and wrapped your legs around his hips. Chuckling, he lifted you up with ease and held you in his arms firmly. You threaded your fingers through his hair and kissed him. He gripped your thighs and slid you up and down his length, returning to the rough momentum you had moments ago in sought of the heat the both of you had built up.

Little by little, his pace turned uneven. His breathing was labored and warm against your skin. 

“I want to see you come,” you told him. The familiar coil in your abdomen unfurling, your voice grew louder as you cried out, “Fill me up, Diavolo. You’re mine.”

As soon as you said those words, euphoria washed over every fiber of your being. This was the highest you’d ever felt, and you were certain no feeling could compare to this. No other being could compare to him. Diavolo was the only one for you.

In a split second, his jaw slackened and his eyes closed, groaning unabashedly and calling out your name. He continued thrusting inside you, never sliding out he chased his own peak. Trembling, he throbbed and filled you up as you asked, the warm and wet liquid dribbling down the inside of your thighs with his final thrust.

Panting, the two of you remained still as you came down from your respective highs.

It was you who broke the silence a few moments later. “I love you.”

He smiled and stroked your hair. “I love you too, my princess.”

The tender moment was shattered by the sudden increase of temperature on your back. Pain derived from your soulmark and spread over to your shoulders and hips. It rapidly grew hotter until it was sweltering. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire. You couldn’t take it any longer.

“Diavolo!” you cried, “My back—it’s burning!”

The touch of his bare skin was comforting, and somehow, his presence alleviated the agony. However, the invisible fire grew more intense. You could do nothing but let out a scream on his shoulder and cling to him.

Diavolo hooked one of his arms under your knees and carried you to the connecting bathroom. He placed you in the bathtub and made sure your head rested on the area gently. As the cold water rose and filled the tub, he caressed your forearm and held your hand reassuringly.

Your throat felt parched, you couldn’t say anything although you longed to. 

He cupped your cheek and wiped the tears you were unaware you were shedding. “Shhh… It’ll be alright. I’m here. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll stay with you and...”

Before you could hear the rest of Diavolo’s words of comfort, everything had gone black.

Vivid visions of the past filled your dreams one after another. You had long heard of people having their life flash before their eyes before they pass away. Was this it? Were you dying? You hoped not. The images blurred and turned ambiguous as the heat you felt subsided.

And then, you returned to the waking world. Alive.

The cool wind from the open terrace doors nipped at your skin. Except for your exposed back, the rest of your body was warm, enveloped by the calming embrace of the man laying underneath you.

You slowly opened your eyes and blinked.

Diavolo turned his head to look at you. “You’re awake.”

Your fingers reached the fabric of the sleeveless nightdress you were wearing. Vaguely, you recognize it as one of the items in the closet next door. It was your first time wearing it.

“I dressed you. I hope you don’t mind,” Diavolo said.

“It’s fine.” You had shared more intimate moments to be embarrassed about something like that; it almost felt trivial. “Thank you for staying and taking care of me.”

“Of course.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost midnight. How are you feeling?”

Abruptly, you sat bolt upright. “Wait, what? And the celebratory ball?”

“It’s still ongoing, but you have nothing to worry about. More importantly, does your back still hurt?”

“No,” you replied after a brief pause, surprised at your own observation. You stretched your shoulders and bent your arm to reach over the small of your back to check. “It’s as if nothing happened.”

“Something did, actually. Something very important,” Diavolo informed you, his tone full of seriousness. “Your mark changed.”

“What do you mean it changed?”

It was the first time you heard of a soulmark morphing into another shape or form. Appearances of soulmarks were rare enough. As you mulled it over, however, you were quick to overcome the disbelief. When all was said and done, you and Diavolo were far from a regular pair of lovers. 

Diavolo sat up and took your hand in his. “Come, look.”

The spark of excitement and delight in his demeanor piqued your curiosity. His eagerness, though contagious, was patient. He led you to the bathroom at the pace you were most comfortable with. Given the events that transpired earlier, the last thing he wanted was to insist you advance quicker and push yourself too hard.

A giant mirror rested over the sink. Unlike before, you had no qualms nor nervous sentiments about looking over your back. The nightdress made it easy for you to see what Diavolo was talking about.

“This is…”

“My sigil.”

You face Diavolo with a quiet smile.

“Do you still have doubts about me? About us?” he asked.

“No… I’m sorry.” You take his hand in yours once more. “For the record, I don’t think I ever will again.”

“Good to know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me right away? You said you suspected it from the first day we met. I think there’s a possibility Barbatos knew of it as well.”

“Yes, it was the first time I felt so drawn to someone, but while I had my suspicions, I was only able to confirm them during that day, at the House of Lamentation,” he revealed, squeezing your hand. “As for Barbatos, I asked him not to look into anything relating to the prophecy and you, or at least, not to inform me if he sees anything—except if you would be in danger. I wanted things between us to progress naturally. Was that overly selfish of me?”

“Not at all. I’m glad we were able to get through this together, just the two of us,” you replied, endeared by his intention of pursuing a relationship with you in the most normal and genuine way he could. “I didn’t act upon it because I never thought it would be possible, but I… felt drawn to you from the first day, too.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” you admitted and glanced at the door. “Is it too late for us to attend the party? I bet everyone is worried.”

“Are you feeling fine enough?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He nodded, his expression shifting into an amused one. “I think our previous outfits are wrinkled, though.”

You laughed. “I think so, too.”

“Why don’t you choose another one from your closet? You know, I was wondering why you’re always so hesitant to accept gifts from me.”

“Sorry about that,” you replied with sincerity. “This time, I accept the offer wholeheartedly. Thank you for everything. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome, my princess.”

As a final touch, you swiped a layer of red lipstick over your lips and closed the container with a snap. You leaned back and observed your reflection in the mirror. Even though your choice of lip color was bold, you opted for light makeup and went with the natural flushing of your cheeks. You couldn’t help the blood heating up your face at the reminder of your earlier escapades with Diavolo. Undoubtedly, you would never be able to look at this vanity table in the same way ever again. 

Gold jewelry adorned your ears and wrists. The intricate lace pattern of the sleeves and neckline of the black evening gown you were wearing was exquisite to your touch. The full expanse of your back was bare, laid in the open for all to see. While you were unused to such clothing, the impending revelation of your fate for all of the three worlds to witness felt right. All in all, it was a quick ensemble you arranged, but it was elegant. You were more satisfied than you were earlier when you first dressed up for the celebratory ball—in more ways than one.

“All done?” Diavolo asked, standing up from the chaise and putting his D.D.D. inside his pocket. He was in his demon form, as everyone else would be except for your friends from Purgatory Hall, for your ceremonial dance at the end of the celebration. It would be the only event you would be able to attend at this point, but it was the most important one, marking the end of Diavolo’s search and the beginning of your new role.

“Yes.”

He stepped forward and offered you his arm. “Shall we, my princess?”

Wordlessly, you smiled and slipped your hand in his arm as affirmation. This time, you had no guilt nor doubt. Your relationship with him was as real as it could get. You were the prophesied Queen of the Devildom. Soon, he would be your King.

Diavolo was your fate and your choice. And you were his.

Bound by destiny are the Prince and the Princess.

Over her skin, his symbol shall appear and remain.

And with the whole Devildom as their witness,

King and Queen, they shall be; eternal, they will reign.

Notes: And that’s a wrap!

This fic began with the idea of a character having ‘666’ as a soulmark. It was the first time I posted a work that was still in progress, and I’m really grateful for all the kind comments and feedback I received along the way. Thank you to everyone who supported this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💖

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[girlucifer]

“tell me you love me

...because i don’t think i could handle it otherwise.”

one of my favorite quotes in the game is when lucifer and the mc are alone, where they choose to hug him after they returned to the devildom, and he whispers how he wants the human to tell him they thought of him everyday they were away- not of his brothers, but of him alone. because he ‘couldn’t handle it otherwise.” i love that soft, wanting aspect of lucifer, a side we don’t really see often. i wanted to expand a bit on this, so here is a small fic, lucifer x gender neutral mc, under the cut!

word count: 1200 or so

tags: lucifer x gender neutral mc, obey me! angst, fluff, romance, tension, slow build, spoilers*** for lesson 20 and below  

they knocked on the study's door that towered over them, its very aura dominating, fearsome- behind this door leads to him and his gaze, as sharp and red as the thin thread that ties the two together, cutting and suffocating. his gaze always lingered in the human's mind behind closed eyes, behind closed doors- his gaze, red as blood, as marks left on their neck after a daring evening alone, as red as the human's heart that beats wildly as they raised their hand to knock upon the door. warm firelight spilled through the crevice underneath the door. they knew he was inside- he had been avoiding them ever since the night they spent together- this much, the human could tell. he was a hard one to decipher; he always had a sort of cloudiness hovering over him, always a bit restrained, a bit hesitant. he would look over his shoulder, never wear his heart there. it wasn't until that night the human must've said something small, something innocent, an accidental graze of fingertips, a mistakenly seductive glance. parted lips, inching noses... he had revealed what really lurked in the depths of his soul with shallow gasps and light moans, interlocked fingers across black silken sheets.

the smell of wooded musk lingered in the air- his candles were lit. the forest from home, the human thought- he always seemed to smell of fresh orchards. it was fitting he'd smell of such, after all, the human reflected, as every moment with him seemed akin to taking a bite of a fruit from a forbidden tree- he was the first prince of hell, second only to the devil himself. lucifer, a name feared throughout the human world just as much as the underworld- a taboo name, malevolent, a name called by the evil and wicked. the human remembered the fear that took hold of their heart when meeting the brothers- six demons stood behind a particularly shining one, his presence far more immutable than the others. lucifer, the morning star. poison to the soul, pomegranate seeds to the tongue. they knocked once more- the door finally opened.

their eyes met immediately, as the human drew closer to him. he sat on one of the small couches that accentuated his study, holding a glass of dark, almost jet-black liquid. the top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, his tie hanging down his chest, his collarbone just slightly exposed- enough the have the human avert their gaze, face flushing as if exposed to something far too indulgent. without another word, lucifer took another glass, pouring demonus for the other as they sat besides him. he reached out his hand, to which the human accepted the glass. no words were exchanged as the two drank silently, the human stealing glances towards the demon. the lit fireplace quietly danced behind him, his silhouette outlined with the warm orange color, flooding his features. in his light, he almost seemed holy, heavenly, like a fragment of his previous celestial incarnation was shining through.

"you're avoiding me."

"is that what it seems like to you?" his lips balanced on the edge of sneering and smiling. then like a flicker of one of the candles dotting his small study, he turned his head, downing the rest of his liquor.

"do you think... do you think I can be a bit selfish and ask you to listen to me? I might say things that don't quite make sense, or run off on long tangents, or maybe circle back and say nothing of any use. but maybe, maybe I'll say what I need to and we'll both be better off. could you? could you listen to me?" he reached out his hand, it wavering every so slightly before falling short just inches of the human's fingertips.

"my life is simply full of mistakes. just, utter grievances, embarrassments, all plunders on my part. I never acknowledge them- I'm the first prince of hell- I take pride in everything I do, even the mistakes. but, by heaven and hell, I regret so much. the fall- one of my most grand achievements, inspiration to renaissance painters, punishment to god-fearing populace, martyrdom to revolutionaires, but to me- a failure. the death of my sister... meant the death of me, my brothers. the one person who didn't deserve a single hair on their head harmed- they lost their life for my stupid, arrogant cause. at least, out of that wrath towards myself, satan was spawned, and seeing him grow to be a wise, powerful demon, it gives me solace that something came out of my foolishness. but, lilith's death could never be repaid. I remember thinking that, over and over, as she laid in my arms, her lifeless corpse... growing cold. lord diavolo, he saw the despair in my eyes, my heart, and he offered a resolution. something that just maybe, maybe I can redeem myself, if it meant lilith could have a chance at normal life. a life as a human, as a daughter, a lover, as a mother. if she could live in bliss for thirty-odd years, well that's all that I could ask for. my undying loyalty for all of eternity... a small price to pay for knowing she smiled one more time before my pride got her killed. but, after millennia, it's hard to remember what it was all for. living day in and day out for the prince, to subject myself to bootlicking work, to be a puppet to the most powerful demon in the devildom- what an ironic fate for the avatar of pride. some nights, I forget what it was all for- the pledge of allegiance to the demon king, twisting my brothers to do his bidding, locking belphegor away, spending nights in here," he raised his arms, drawing attention to the stuffy room, paperwork stacked atop his desk like endless buildings across the horizon. "it's all for lilith, it's all for her- like a mantra in my head every time diavolo asks for a kiss upon his boots, every time he embraces me with a whisper of an order to my ear. but, its just words- something to tell myself, lest I go insane. I never did have that closure that she did live her life, a grand life, full of love and happiness. I had no idea what had become of her, how she met her humanistic fate. until..." he trailed off, his hand clenched, knuckles white.

"until me," the human finished for him, their thumbs circling around each other as they looked down, intently focused on the wood flooring. "yes, you're living proof she lived, she loved. you're... comfort to me, that at least once in my miserable life, I had made the right choice." he raised his hand, brushing his fingertips across the human's cheek, a strand of hair falling over their eyes. like gravity, their very souls the source of attraction, the two inched closer, slowly, bit by bit, a journey to a land of milk and honey. his face was flushed- either from the demonus or because their faces were so close, they couldn't tell. lucifer took the fallen lock of hair, tucking it behind their ear, a soft smile gracing his features. "could you kiss me? kiss me once and tell me i'm doing fine? that lilith would be proud- that my brothers are too? tell me you love me. tell me, because I don't think I could handle it otherwise." and the human closed the gap between their lips, kissing him again and again and again.

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Angel of the Three Realms

Part 8!! The Last Chapter!!

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

In this chapter: THE FINAL BATTLE! DUN DUN DUN!

Tags: Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst, Wingfic, Angel!Reader

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

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Authors Note: Thank you everyone who followed along with this story, or just joined! I loved writing this so much and I really hope you had a good time reading. Please let me know what your final thoughts are and reblog, like, comment. I honestly did not expect to write this much of this story but yeah I had a good time and I’ll be writing more of this Reader in the future, so be on the lookout for more~ <3 <3

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

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There was something to be said about finding true happiness. It was hard to see a future where you would have such a thing. What was true happiness, though? Each person had to have their own idea of what it was.

For you, it was several little things in one. It was being with these Demons born of Sin, and the Angels, and Solomon, in the Devildom where you were given a home. They all made you a better person. A better Angel, if you were still technically one. You still never knew for sure.

The thing was, as a Human you were basically made into a role model. The Humans had no clue what you were or had been, but they flocked to you as if you knew everything and how to make it better. It was a human instinct, you supposed, as if their souls immediately knew they were in the presence of someone different than who they were.

Despite that, you never took advantage. You moved as if you were one of them, lived as one, but just a little better, to make their lives better. Especially the children who needed you.

You had lived as Human, and an Angel before that, and were now living as a Demon in an odd way. And everywhere there was something different, a hint of danger at school or even traversing the halls in HOL. You had adventures that were unimaginable, entered video games and small worlds, and solved dozens of puzzles that made even Lord Diavolo’s world a better one.

You worked with them, not above them. The change was a welcome one.

Of course, it would be better if you had the courage to be with Lucifer and admit your feelings, but it took this long for you to realize that was just something you’d drag with you forever. You would have to get used to it. The stages of grief it seemed applied to one sided love as well.

And somehow, you had found Acceptance.        

“BEEL!! STOP!!” Mammon shouted.

Pulled from your deep thinking, you turned to see Beel attempting to eat all of the bread for the sandwiches you were making for a picnic outing. It was decided a few days ago, and the three demons in the kitchen with you were Beel, Mammon, and Satan. They were supposed to be helping, but that was okay. You were sure that Lucifer would pop in soon and make sure they did their part.

“Beel, stop that,” you sighed.

He looked at you with a loaf of bread halfway in his mouth. A big chomp later, bread totally gone, and he shrugged. “Sorry. Tastes good.”

You giggled. He was so straightforward as usual. “It’ll be better with the meat and cheeses.”

He licked his lips. “Mmm…. Cheese… meat…”

Mammon leaned over the counter top and rolled his eyes. “Ch. Glad I got extra at the store.”

Satan scoffed. “I’m surprised you even went to the store and bought the bread. Probably stole someone’s wallet, though.”

Mammon narrowed his eyes at Satan. “At least I did something for the picnic! What did you do, huh?”

Satan raised a brow. He crossed his legs in his seat, and pointed at the basket. “That’s my basket.”

“Yeah, where you stuffed a bunch of kittens the other day. You’re lucky Lucifer didn’t see that. There better not be any hair in the food either!”

Sometimes, it was best to let them argue. You just went on making the sandwiches, smiling. It was just the three of them in the kitchen, but everyone was going to come to the picnic, even the Demon Lord and Barbatos, and Simeon, Solomon, and Luke. All parties would bring food, and it was going to be a feast and a really good time.

Yes, this was bliss. You could honestly not have a better day than this. You kept humming as you built the sandwiches—

Boom!

The entire house shook with reverberations and you held the counter to stay steady. The glasses clanked in the kitchen for a second and then nothing, like something extremely large fell. How strange, you thought. There had never been an Earthquake in the Devildom before.

“What was that?”

Everyone opened their mouths to respond back when there was a chill in the air. It made all bodies in the room shiver, with no draft, but an invisible force. Something had clearly made itself known, and it was a foreboding, cold presence coming from outside. Strong, and large… Was it the Demon King, back again? What else could that have been?

Sandwiches forgotten, everyone went to see what was going on. Lucifer met up with the four of you as you went outside, and then the others came as well one by one as you walked to the front door. They looked extremely apprehensive.

The sky was an orange hue when they opened the door. They all went in front, protective of you, which touched you deeply. You couldn’t see anything but the sky for a moment, then you heard everyone gasp and stiffen up. What had happened?

You pushed your way through their rigid bodies to find out, and froze on the top step of the house.

Standing there, in the lawn, was Michael… and an army of Angels. There had to be almost a hundred of them. All in battle gear, stern-faced, wings out and dipped in gold at the tips to cut. A true sign of War. But Michael, he was standing tall, wings folded neatly behind, and sword on hip.

“Michael,” you whispered.

How? Why? This wasn’t possible.

Lucifer transformed in seconds into his demon form. He stepped down and stood before Michael, who looked pissed off. The energy clashing between them was unhinged. If it was seeable, it would be like looking into the Eye of a Storm.

The eldest brother nearly growled, “How did you get here, Michael?”

Michael grinned. He looked mad. “I used a transportation spell.”

“There is not…” Lucifer’s eyes widened, taken aback. “You used that spell?”

The Angel gestured behind himself, and tilted his head slightly. “My followers will give themselves to my cause, and some will even give their lives. This particular one gave his to create the portal. A willing subject, and an entire Angel’s body and blood. Easy spell, easily made portal to the Devildom.”

You knew of the spell. It was a Forbidden one. He had basically killed an Angel. His own kin, forced to commit suicide to create a portal to come here, for what reason?

This was madness. This was a nightmare you had to wake up from now. Michael was someone you left in the past, he had no access to you here, or to your family. Yet he wormed his way here just has he had when he made that spell and went to the Human world to force everyone to forget you.

“Why?”

All eyes turned to you, and you realized you spoke that aloud. You really didn’t want the attention on you, but this was your chance. And so, you continued to speak, albeit a little shaky while looking at Michael. “Why did you do this, to me, to my friends?”

Michael sighed like it inconvenienced him to have that asked. “I really don’t care much to explain it, but considering you are about to meet your end, I’ll give a short explanation. So cliché, you really are not the brightest Angel are you? But then again, are you even an Angel, without a Halo?” He grinned.

Lucifer’s aura flickered in anger. “Get on with it.”

You took note of the others. They had transformed as well, and surrounded you in a half circle behind you and on each side, while Lucifer was the one between you and Michael. A shield of demons.

Michael stepped forward, and waved his hands as he spoke, glancing around at everyone, all the while Lucifer’s eyes followed his every move as he did this. “Several hundred centuries ago, I had my personal seer glimpse into the future of my world. All was well, I was leader of an Army, and Father was proud. Then the vision she had altered, and it revealed the Three Realms connected together in ‘harmony’. Angels and Humans side by side, Demons and Angels as friends… Revolting. Obviously I did not like what she foretold so I decided to make some changes.”

When Michael paused, he turned to stare at you. His golden eyes burning into your own. “And you. You, blessed to be created of Angel blood… turned to complete scum. You, who fled from Heaven to escape the sin chasing so steadfast behind her.” He scoffed, mocking you. “You lived as a Human, pretending to be one of Father’s creations, and still maintained the immortality He somehow let you keep? And then you had the nerve to live with Demons, my own Fallen brethren, to bring ‘peace’ to the Realms when Heaven is clearly above all?”

His armor glinted as he tilted towards you, and he narrowed his eyes. “You are the reason I am here today to cleanse the universe of your immortal and foul souls.”

Your throat clenched in fear. He sounded more evil than the Demons you had surrounding you, so set in his plan to eradicate. You panicked, shaking hands and body, and felt a few hands touch you, comforting you. They calmed you a little, and you re focused back on Michael who was not yet done speaking.

“So after planning for years, I made my spell, and used it on you as soon as you landed on the Surface world. But then seeing this idiotic program ‘Lord’ Diavolo came up with and you being accepted into it? Well, that changed things again. So this is the only way to stop the Three Realms aligning.”

You swallowed hard. “War?” you asked nervously. It was a wasted question, you knew the reply he would make.

He grinned, and patted his long sword in its holster on his side. “War. Death. The end of you and these Avatars of Sin.”

He looked out at the demon brothers and seemed sincerely disgusted with them. “The Fallen. The lowest of low. You all deserve what’s coming to you.” After his jabs at them, Michael turned to you. He smiled, a false kindness in his eyes. “Did you tell him why you left? Your unholy feelings?”

You turned pale. “Michael, no—please.” Begging to someone who seemed to be a psychopath was probably not going to work, but you did have to try.

Michael grinned, flashing teeth like a shark about to bite. He looked at Lucifer, who was darkened with infernal magic slithering all around his body. “She loves you, Lucy. She’s madly in love with you.”

The chill that spread through you was unlike anything you’d felt before. This was all you had been avoiding: the utter heartbreak of Lucifer saying he did not feel the same. And Michael, the little shit, had unleashed this terror in you. It was chained up in you for so long now, covered in dust, and unsteady as it was free. Free to tear your heart up. The love you hid was in open waters, and Lucifer, he was going to hurt you more than you’d ever been hurt before. Physical pain would be nothing compared to this.

You shut your eyes, braced yourself, and readied for it.

“I love her as well.”

…. What?

There were stunned gasps around you, and a few claps. They didn’t matter.

You swallowed dryly, and dared to open your eyes to look at the Avatar of Pride. His body faced Michael, about 10 feet between them. But his head turned back to you, and his red eyes blazed. His perfect lips turned up, and he smiled at you.

“Truly?” you spoke softly, scared to hear a reply.

There was sadness then, in the downturn of his brow, but he kept a minuscule smile on his lips. “I’m sorry, my dove. I had no idea you felt this way. If I wasn’t such an idiot Demon…” he paused, “I would have admitted my feelings sooner than this.”

For Lucifer to call himself and idiot, that was a lot for his Pride.

You shook your head. Your hands clutched together at your chest, and you so desperately wanted to hold his gloved hands. Feel his winged embrace. “I was foolish, too. I should have just told you how I felt back then in the Celestial Realm.”

“We’re both fools, then. Together.”

You wanted to laugh and cry, because he was so right. It took a moment like this, and Michael of all people, to speak of the love you held for him.

Before you had the chance to say more, there was a streak of blue heading towards you: an arrow lit with Heavenly fire.

Lucifer spread his wings and was a dark blur as he jumped to you and shoved you away from it. You hit the grass on your back, Lucifer on his knees and one hand at your head. It made you dizzy for a moment, but you took a deep breath and shook it off.

Then, it was chaos all around. Lucifer barely had a second to look at you before he was focused on Michael. Mammon took his place standing above you, and pulled you back to your fortress of protective Demons quick as lightning.

“Stay here.”

You nodded at the second eldest. “Yes.”

You had no experience with Celestial/Demonic Wars. You left far before the one that had Lucifer and his brothers Falling from Heaven. You did have a few Human wars, but those were all literal pitchforks and fire and you stayed out of that sort of thing, only assisting in helping the wounded.

Your fortress had been broken soon, with only a couple brothers staying with you in order to fight the other Angels. Belphie on one side with Beel, and Asmo on the other, a sort of triangle around you.

The only thing you could do was watch in horror as they fought. And for several minutes you did this. There were Angels on the House grounds, slain. Throats gleaming with blood, lifeless eyes opened and frightening. Feathers falling all around like false snow. The sounds of swords clinging, and of wings flapping. Arrows flew, some tried to get you but you protectors were fast and snapped them in pieces or hit them away with a burst of magic.

Mammon was quick, and Levi was fierce. Satan was his namesake, full of Wrath. They were unstoppable, knocking down Angels left and right. They killed, marred, and snapped necks. It was brutal. It was War.

There was no surprise when Simeon and Luke showed up with Solomon, and there was no time to explain what was going on, but it was clear to them who to fight. Luke, of course, took shelter with you, and you held his hand as he hid his face in your side. He was a baby compared to the others, and you didn’t want him to see the blood bath that was currently happening.

Solomon, in full Sorcerer garb, chanted spell after spell. Barriers of magic flew around, entrapping Angels or sending them through portals. You happened to see into one, and it burned with flames so bright you had to blink for several seconds to get the flickering fires out of your vision.

Simeon flew above you with Lucifer, and they surrounded Michael. He used his magic and fought, but Simeon and Lucifer had their own and it clashed together. Michael also used his sword, but Lucifer’s Infernal magic wouldn’t let the sword hit, pushing it back. The Angel roared, pissed, and slammed his body into Simeon.

You cried out as they fell together in a tumble, fists and magic fighting together. They pushed each other apart seconds before they hit the ground. Simeon’s face had blood on it, and your heart pounded, he was like a father to you, he took great care of you. The mere sight of him injured was making you weak.

Lucifer was above Michael, and he dove down with a quick burst of his four dark wings to slam his fists to Michael’s head. But the Angel was fast, too, and was gone, and Lucifer landed in an empty space.

It was in mere seconds what happened next. Michael flew to Simeon low on the ground, gliding over the grass, and pushed him so hard in his chest that he landed far away with a loud thud.

Several seconds passed. Simeon did not get up.

You fell to your knees, and bawled. “Please, no, no, no—not Simeon, please,” you sobbed.

Luke panicked in your arms, and begged to see, to go help him. You would not let him go. He struggled in your embrace, and you realized you clutched him like a child would a teddy bear. But it was for his own good.

Asmodeus put his hand on your head, and smiled down at you. “He’s okay, I promise. I can still feel him. It’s weak but there, his heart beat.”

“You can?” you asked. You focused, and it was a small force. But it would grow, Simeon was a strong Angel. Michael had only knocked him out it seemed.

You sighed in relief. This was too much. You felt so useless, and at the mercy of whatever Michael and his Army wanted. Battle was not in your blood.

“Michael!” A large booming voice echoed the area.

Lord Diavolo and Barbatos had arrived through a portal. The Demon Lord was in full form, and fierce looking. Battle ready with his gold jewelry and buff body, he was strong and powerful in energy.

Barbatos was also prepared. His usual butler attire missing for armor of the same colors. His tail was flickering about, and you watched the forked tail closely, it dripped with something acidic looking.

Lord Diavolo spoke directly at Michael. “You have no right to be here. Surrender now, or face the ultimate consequence.”

“Even in the end, you try to be diplomatic.” Michael laughed. “No, I will not surrender. Angels, continue fighting, we will kill all the unholy and unworthy!”

They all cheered, and the fight went on with viciousness.

Diavolo scoffed. He was royally pissed, you could see, and his face was full of calm rage. He was going to kill Michael.

You wanted it, too. You wanted Michael dead and gone. After what he had done, and caused, he honestly deserved it. And this was what the Devildom made you, wasn’t it? But was it so wrong, to want revenge? These Angels came to kill, they should expect it in return.

The Demon Lord and Lucifer battled Michael. It was insane to say that Michael was formidable against them both, but he had prepared for a long time for this. He moved like a fluid force, and attacked with sudden jabs. He got nothing on Diavolo or Lucifer, and they did not hit him. It was all offensive hits or bursts of magic, but then the other side used great defensive moves. Watching it was nerve-wrecking, and a bit difficult as they were so fast in the air, wings and magic flying all over.

On the ground, Solomon, Barbatos and the other brothers fought the remaining Angels. You looked around and saw a few trying to leave, no doubt to kill other demons aside from them.

You pointed to one, and shouted, “They’re escaping!”

Barbatos was there in seconds, and he grabbed the Angel’s neck and held him still, and his tail went through his chest. He fell down, dead, yellow poison and red blood mixed with body parts escaping the gaping hole.

You almost threw up, and took a deep breath.

“Please, I want to see Simeon,” Luke begged.

“I’m sorry Luke, not now. I promise you he’s okay…”

Luke cried. He clung to you, and shook.

In the moment, Belphie’s tail whipped out and blocked a sword from getting to you, and it wrapped around the sword to fling it at the Angel who used it. You thanked him with a nod, and he had never looked so awake before.

All around you, you noticed the Angel’s numbers diminishing. It was down to maybe 25-30 of them. The lawn was an absolute disaster, in terms of body count. So many dead Angels, it made your stomach ache. This was not what was meant to be. If they just left you alone, they would be alive. If they didn’t try to kill Demons, they wouldn’t be killed by them themselves.

“This is the end for you, Lucifer!” Michael shouted into the sky.

No, not Lucifer.

You searched for him, and found him in Michaels grasp in the sky. How, you were not sure. You had been too busy watching the terror around you on the ground, you didn’t watch what was above you. He was held by his throat, and Michael had his a sword at it. The sight had your eyes watering, and your chest throbbing. This was not happening. This could not be happening.

Lord Diavolo was not longer there, where had he gone? You looked for him, and found him herding a pack of Angels back. He was supposed to help protect Lucifer, help get Michael, but he did have an entire land to protect…

So now… now you had to help.

You handed Luke to Beel, the Gluttony Avatar taking him in his arms like a babe, and he frowned. You said nothing. Wings burst out from your back, and tore part of your shirt. That was fine. You felt something building in you, something made from the sight of seeing your beloved hurt, something protective but more. A magic that was blinding, and used all of your influence, and soared up to the sky. Straight into Michael.

The Angel was not expecting that, and his sword was knocked out of his hand, falling to the grass below. Lucifer fell, too, but you saw Mammon catch him.

The Magic gathered inside of you, swirling. You held Michael as he did Lucifer, by the throat. He thrashed and bat his wings, but you ignored the pain, the gashes he created. Your eyes burned white, your hands burned the same shade, and you let everything just… go.

Wings turned from white to bright blue and gold, shimmering waves of magic surrounded you. What was this power? Unimaginable power, to keep Lucifer safe, keep your family safe. You had to end this. There was one way to end it all.

Could you kill? Did you have the strength, not in magic, but heart, to kill your brother? Even after what he did to you?

Michael, killed by your hand…

“Don’t do it,” a whispered voice called out.

You tilted your head, lost in the influence of this almost static-flame magic. Listening for more from the soft deep voice calling to you.

“You have the power to, but you must not. He will be punished, that I promise.”

This voice, it had been so long.

“…Father?”

Michael was still struggling in your hands. You looked around, and everyone was watching you. The battle had paused, pending what you would do next. Lucifer was looking at you, full of Pride and awe. He smiled, and the just nodded once, firm and sure. He wasn’t telling you to kill, you realized. Did he hear the voice, too?

So, using this magic you gained, you did not kill Michael. Despite all that anger and sadness, you simply put him to sleep. And let him fall about 20 feet to the ground, but still… he lived.

Lord Diavolo was there, and he and Barbatos took him. The remaining Angels, 12 of them, were put in chains and taken away.

You landed on the ground, and let out a breath. With that, the power you suddenly had was gone. With a single inhale and exhale, you were just… you.

The battle was done. Blood was everywhere, dead Angels, fallen weaponry, a stunning amount of feathers. Simeon was awake, and Luke looked him over with worry. You were overjoyed to see him sitting up at all, and smiling.

Drained. That was what you were. Sleep would be nice. Soon, you would pass out, and in time forget these terrible images of bloody battle.

But first, Lucifer.

He was being tended to by Solomon. Sitting on the front steps of the House, huffing and shrugging away from help. Pride, definitely. Adorable, even more so.

When he saw you, he almost stood up. Instead, you fell into him, and held tight. “I’m so happy you’re okay,” you exhaled shakily.

He hummed, his wings encompassing you, though he did wince. “Darling, you are incredible. I love you so much.”

You sniffled. Leaning back, knees between knees, you held his face in your hands. Searching his eyes, watching the glow in them, in his powerful gaze that commanded so much on a daily basis.

And you kissed him. Nothing crazy, a peck really, but it was all you ever needed or wanted. His lips were worn from battle, a little salty from the blood, but warm. A sigh, and you pulled away.

His hands wrapped around your waist and he tugged you in again for one more, and you smiled so wide that your teeth clanked. He chuckled. “You’re so sweet, my dove. So perfect.”

Your wings ruffled from praise. “You’re perfect.” He pinched your side, and you squeaked. “Hey!”

He laughed. “I must tell you something…”

“Okay,” you said, confused. You pressed your face into his chest, taking a moment to hear his heart beating.

“The reason I fell… there were quite a few, honestly. Though, I must admit, part of the reason I Fell at all, was because there was no you to stop me.”

You froze. “Luci…”

He pat your head, and you both sighed. “We can speak later on that. For now, I think we should clean our wounds.”

He was right. But sitting here was like being in your own personal bubble. Still, there would be more moments later, and you would kiss and cuddle him until he could take no more of it.

After the battle, you found out Simeon had taken Michael back to Heaven along with the other Angels, Diavolo opening up an old portal that could only be used if both sides allowed and it lead to the celestial realm. There was no telling what would become of them, but you knew your fellow Angels would take care of what needed to be done.

_+_

The picnic did not happen for obvious reasons. Everyone got cleaned up, bandaged and whatnot. Then helped dispose of the Angel bodies, which was very unpleasant and heartbreaking. You threw up once, and Lucifer directed you to sit down and let them take care of the rest. You were grateful for that.

Then, everyone went to rest in their own space, with the promise of talking at another time. You waved goodbye to the others and wished them well. Simeon most of all, after taking such a hit. He said he was fine, but you knew he was being his usual self.

You went with Lucifer to his room. He gave you a pair of soft sleep pants, and one of his tank tops (the fact that he owned one was shocking). He put his pajamas on, a pair of silk pants and a silk shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his collar. Then you went into his bed, under the blankets, and snuggled close. Your legs tangled with his, and your hips slotted together. Nothing sexual came of this, you were both far too exhausted from what just happened, and you both had a few scrapes that would take days to heal up as well.

He pulled you close to him, and kissed your cheek. “Sweetheart, I want you to know that I am sorry.”

“Why?” you yawned, pressing your head to his chest, feeling his warm skin.

“My Pride kept me from talking to you. Once my memories of you returned, I desperately wanted to confess, but feared it was too late. I assume you thought the same.”

You blushed. “Yeah… I only just recently accepted that you wouldn’t love me that way.”

His arms tightened around your waist, and his fingers pressed into your hips. It was a good pressure, letting you know he was there. “I so hate that you felt that. But I need to hear you say the words. If I wait any longer I don’t know what I’ll do.”

You smiled. Such a stern softy, you thought. You tilted your head upward, and he moved back a bit on the pillow to see your face. The words had never been easier to say. “I love you, Lucifer.”

He cupped your cheek, and pressed his forehead to your own. He inhaled, and sighed. “My sweet dove, I cannot wait to ruin you.” You squirmed and whimpered at his deep tone, knowing exactly what he meant by that. “But for now, we shall sleep only.”

He kissed you once, and then rearranged you to him, folded neatly in his arms, cocooned into him. “I love you.”

The words made your head heavy. Still, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were a virgin. Well, it will come up eventually, you supposed. Or maybe he knew and just didn’t care.

Yawning again, you let the thoughts drift away into dreams, trying not to think about the death that occurred mere hours ago. Instead, you imagined future happier times with Lucifer at your side.

_+_

Pure white greeted you, as well as pure emptiness all around. But it wasn’t bright or blinding, it just was.

“My darling daughter.”

You gasped. “Father? Is that you?” you glanced around from where you stood, and tried to see him.

“I am proud of you.”

You wanted to cry. “You are?”

“Very much. I heard your prayers always. I’m sorry for not answering, but I did not want to misdirect you on your true path. You’re so strong, and if you ever really needed me I would have been there.” He paused. “The original spell, my dear, was broken by me.”

“You—you did that?” When your wings were freed, you assumed that was why the spell broke.

“I could no longer see you suffer. Simeon’s informant was directed to him by me as well. I was always there for you, my daughter, and always will be.”

“Are you… you knew I would leave, didn’t you? And you still let me keep my immortality?”

He laughed. “Yes, I knew. I always know when my children need to follow a different path than the one I set for them. I will always love them, despite their change in faith. That’s just what being a father is, loving their child unconditionally.”

You realized he meant Lucifer and his brothers.

But you had to ask one thing, “Where is Michael?”

“Michael is being punished as we speak. I have locked him in a room where he will reflect for all time on what he has done. His so called Army will be given the same punishment. I was sad to see so many of my children perish, but they made their choices.”

You felt the same pain he did, then. Your fellow Angels, so many dead. But Father was right, the choices they made set this path for them, and it ended in bloodshed and death.

Then he shocked you with what he said next.

“I will also be allowing Angels to love who they wish, only if it does not affect Humanity. You have changed me, my dear, and that is a feat not so easy. I created Humans as a reflection of myself, and my Angels to keep watch over the world, to aid in their growth. For all that you did to aid Humanity on its path to good, I will grant you one favor. What do you desire most of all?”

This was too easy. You smiled at the blank space ahead of you. “I only want to be happy, with Lucifer and his brothers, and Simeon Solomon, and Luke, and Barb and Diavolo. I want to be together and bond with them all. They are my family.”

“You shall have your wish. And, my daughter, know that I love you very much, and I wish you and Lucifer all the happiness in the universe.”

_+_

“Darling, wake up.”

You shuffled closer to the warmth around you, and heard Lucifer chuckle. You opened your eyes to see him sitting up in his bed, hair ruffled and eyes sleepy, and he smiled down at you. This is what would greet you in the morning, you realized. It was incredible, having him so close, so intimately holding you.

You remembered the dream, speaking with Father. That he was the one to release you from your bindings, and release everyone from Michaels hold. The truth that he still loved Lucifer, and his brothers. You knew that Lucifer had different feelings about Father, and that was something very different in the both of you, but you would work past that. Because you loved each other.

Just that same day, mere hours before the Angels came to destroy them, you had thought of Acceptance. Accepting the fact that this would never be. That living this life, without him, was just going to have to be your true happiness. You still had the brothers, and him, just not in the way you wished.

You reached a hand up to press to Lucifer’s cheek. He leaned into the touch, and kissed your palm, holding his own hand against yours to keep it there.

“G’ morning, Luci…”

Yeah, screw acceptance, you thought, and leaned up to kiss him.