#love's-web

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Love's Web Pt. 5

Finally.

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Vague spoilers about ATSV.

Smut scene: explicit descriptions of sex. oral (f! receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, use of restraints.

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

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"What?"

"Breve statuae," she answered with a bitter bite to her tone. "They mean estéril."

[Latin; short-lived statue] [Spanish; sterile]

"I..."

She gave an amused but bitter laugh. "The demons knew immediately when I came down here. It's part of my soul's makeup; I was born this way."

Miguel made the connection.

-

"She can't provide what the realm would want from the prospective royal match."

-

An heir.

"I'm sorry..." Miguel started to say.

"Don't be," she huffed, wiping away the tears. "I'm glad I know this now about you instead of... Anyway. Now you know too."

He tossed down his empty glass and scooted closer to her. "No, mi vida, please. Instead of...? What?" He placed a hand on her thigh.

[My life]

"Instead of being in love with you and then heartbroken later," she snapped quietly, wiping the relentless tears away.

"Bombón, please listen. That doesn't matter to me–"

"It does! Don't lie to me and say it doesn't! That's something you clearly wanted, and I can't give you that, ever! So don't set me up to believe it could work when two years down the line you leave me for someone who fucking can!" She barked at him, flinching away from his touch and standing abruptly. He heard the despair and heartbreak in her voice, and he scrambled to his feet to stop her as she turned away.

"Altaira! You're not listening to me!" He snapped at her. She stopped in her tracks, her arms folded, but she wouldn't look at him. "If I tell you it doesn't bother me or matter, then you have to believe me–"

"Then you're lying to yourself!" She shrieked, turning around to face him. Green fires danced around her feet, and pink ones danced at her fingertips. "You wanted–"

Miguel strode forward and grabbed her shoulders, getting in her face. His brows were pinched and eyes wide with fear as his breathing became shallow and ragged.

"What I want now is you!" She was finally silent then, looking shocked, so he continued. "Every goddamn day that I'm here, I want you! I dream about you, I hear your singing and see the way you look bareskinned in my head, I think about a future with you. I don't care about the rest because if I did, I wouldn't have you!"

She became stiff and still, her eyes wide as he continued to yell at her.

"I haven't felt an ounce of love since that last day. But ever since I met you, I feel nothing but your love, even if it's not for me. How you care so deeply about those around you, making sure everyone's needs are met while denying your own– It makes me want to take care of you. It makes me want to love you so your needs are met, because you so easily meet mine without trying."

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I d-d-don't understand–"

"I love you, Altaira. I wanted to tell you that yesterday, or at least show you," he stated desperately, maintaining intense eye contact. "I crave your time and attention, your love and care, so deeply, it hurts. And I want to give you mine so badly." He sighed and tilted her chin up, holding her jaw in his hand. His voice fell quiet, and his pitch went lower. "La luz de mis ojos."

[The light of my eyes]

"I..." she started to say but stopped, looking into his eyes. "I had that same thought for the first time last night... It's what has been eating at me." She sighed and replied, "I don't know if it's love, but I feel very strongly for you."

"That's okay," he murmured, cupping her face.

"Amorcito," he purred to her, looking her in the eyes, "May I kiss you?"

"Please," she replied.

He stepped closer to her and kissed her passionately, instantly deepening the kiss with his tongue and demanding her lips obey his whim. Quite suddenly, he was grabbing a hold of her to lift her up using his arm strength alone. She held onto him while he was kneeling down to the blanket on the sand again.

"Mi vida, cosita linda, my sweet sweet coriño," he murmured to her with a smile. "You're so precious to me."

"Do you... want to head home?" She murmured in his ear bashfully.

He chuckled in her ear. "What? Don't want to get sand everywhere?"

"Preferably no, I don't," she replied rather honestly.

"What about your roommates?"

"To hell with them," she replied, looking back into his eyes.

---

The moment they walked into the door, the demons had scattered as Miguel and Altaira stumbled around, kissing one another and tossing off shoes and jackets, leaving a trail down to her bedroom.

From the dining hall, Beel, Lucifer, and Satan all watched it unfold, brows raised and becoming very still to not attract attention.

"Well, that answers that," Satan said with a sigh.

"As long as she's happy," Lucifer reminded them as much as himself.

They went back to their tasks as the two lovebirds danced around out of sight. When they made it to her room, she slammed the door shut and hexed it and the entire room with one wave of her hand.

"What's that?" He murmured, taking her into his arms again and kissing her neck.

"Insurance," she mumbled with a smile as she threaded her hands through his hair. "We won't be disturbed."

"Mm, listo," he chuckled darkly.

[Prepared, in the sense of being clever]

The two collided in another passionate kiss, and he totally captured her in his embrace. Walking her back, when the back of his leg met the bed, he turned her around and fell onto the bed with her, settling on top of her.

"I want to see you," she rasped, her fingers dancing along the hem of his shirt. He smirked and deactivated his suit beneath the street clothes she got him. Stretching his arms up, he pulled the shirt over his head, crumpled it up, and tossed it aside. When he looked back to her, he could almost see hearts in her eyes as she drank him in. Without much thought, she reached up to his chest and gently pressed her fingers into his skin. Not only was he muscular, but he was thick. There were skinny but muscular men, but no, this one was muscular and built like a tank. If she could purr with content, she would have in that moment.

"Perfection," she whispered, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles. He chuckled.

His hands dropped to her shirt too, silently asking for her permission. When she nodded, he helped slip her blouse over her head, leaving her in a black, see-through lace bra. He leaned forward to kiss her again while sliding his hands under her back to unhook it. She wriggled around and held her arms out for him to peel it off her body and toss it aside, too. He gazed down at her full breasts on display for him.

Kissing her again, he mumbled against her lips, "Tell me what you like or don't like."

A hot blush danced across her cheeks. "Um..."

"Shall I just find out for myself?" He asked playfully. She didn't respond then either, so he proceeded to caress her breasts, molding them in his hands and pinching her nipples between his fingers. The moment his hands made contact, she was arching into his touch. His lips curled into a smirk as he continued to kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and forcing more moans out of her.

"Muy linda, amorcito, keep going," he purred to her, clearly enthralled by her. He moved lower, kissing down her neck, giving gentle bites as he went. When he was level with her breasts, he looked up at her as he began kissing them, avoiding her nipples completely and watching for her reaction. She huffed and moaned, squirming beneath him. Her legs twitched and would rub against his.

[Very cute, my little love]

"Miguel," she whimpered softly. He pulled his lips away with a pop after leaving a hickey. Looking down briefly, he smirked with satisfaction before meeting her gaze again.

"Si, cosita linda, I'm here," he murmured to her.

"Don't tease," she replied pitifully. He chuckled and caressed her sides again.

"Oh, but mi amorcito, it's so fun to tease you. You're encantador."

[Enchanting]

A whine percolated in her throat, and she looked away bashfully. He tutted her and kissed her again. After a few more moments, he pulled away and gazed down at her longingly.

"Cariño, do you want to keep going?" He asked her softly. She finally looked to him again and nodded. His hands carefully tugged down her jeans, waiting to see if she'd object, but when she wriggled with him and pulled her legs back to help, he quickly shucked them off and let them fall in a heap off the side of the bed with a thud.

Miguel gazed down at her, taking in the contors of her thighs and the matching black transparent lace panties she wore. Shifting down on the bed, he backed up to level his face with her thighs. He held one of her thighs up to begin kissing the sensitive inner flesh of it. She twitched, leaning into his touch, causing him to smile again. It surprised her when he kissed her mound over her panties, making her jolt from the sensation.

"I like a little... roughness."

Miguel stopped in his tracks, frozen by the smallest squeak of a confession from her. He side-eyed her with his nose and cheek still pressed to her thigh.

"How rough?" He asked with a slight growl.

"I mean, when you bared your fangs at me that one night, I got turned on by it."

His own brows went up, surprised by the next confession.

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you care about these?" He asked roughly, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties over her hip.

"...No," she finally answered.

His talons pierced through the material as they came out of his fingertips, and he brought his hand down in one forceful pull, shredding the fabric and ripping them completely off. Her little gasp only fed into his behavior as quickly lurched forward to lick a fat stripe with his tongue up her lower lips. It surprised her so much she started to sit up, but with his other hand, he pushed her back down and held her there. The next couple moves happened so quickly, as he buried his face into her cunt and swirled his tongue over her clit.

"Miguel!" She squealed out, half shocked, half pleased by him. A small hint of a smile started to form on her lips as her eyes closed.

"Look at me," he snapped at her. He didn't move until they fluttered open again, and then he went back to his present task: eating her out.

"Oh-oh!" She whined, his tongue attacking her clit with such force that she was well over the line for stimulation, crossing into overstimulation. He adjusted his arm placement by hanging her thighs on his shoulders and then reaching up to grab onto her breasts. Her hands instantly came to rest over his, something he quite liked seeing, much like seeing her so debauched.

"Cosita linda riddled to nothing but a mess with just my tongue. I'm intrigued to see how you'll act when my cock is buried inside of you, mi tesoro," he told her.

"Oh– oh god," she whined when his tongue dropped lower and began sinking into her needy cunt. He paused for a moment.

"Dios can't help you now, amorcito," he growled to her. He then bullied his tongue into her, caressing her slick walls with his muscle, teasing her in all the right places so that one of her hands came to rest on the top of his head, fingers curling into his locks.

[God]

"Ohhhhh no– wait– ah!" She tried to say but failed as one of his hands sank back to thumb her clit. His other hand left her chest to take hold of her hip to keep her from squirming away from his ministrations. He moaned into her pussy, eyes locked on hers as she started to grind against his mouth. The talon on his thumb gently scraped against her skin in a circle on her hip, lighting up her senses to build her release.

"Miggy, I'm close," she panted. He nearly smiled at her calling him that. "Please."

He slowed down and eased his ministrations, much to her frustration. She looked down at him with teary eyes, her lips pursed.

"Wha-"

"I need to work you open, cariño," he murmured. He pulled his mouth away and then took his dominant hand down to slip his fingers in her folds, propping himself up with his other elbow.

Her eyes widened but her head went back as she felt the first digit slip into her drenched cunt.

"What did I say, cosita linda?" He reminded her. Her head tilted forward as she looked down at him once more. He held still. "Say it," he ordered.

"Look at you," she whined.

"Buena chica," he praised her. "I know you can be good for me." She nodded, and he tilted his head down again to lick her clit lavishly as he began to slowly pump his middle finger in.

[Good girl]

"More," she rasped, the look of lust and hunger in her eyes while she peered down at him.

"Are you my good girl?" He asked her with a smirk. She nodded eagerly. "Are you going to watch me finger fuck you? Stretch you open?"

A loud moan left her lips, followed by a nod. "Please."

"Oh, so sweet, hermosa," he murmured. He added a second finger slowly. She let out a sob at feeling a little fuller now, her sweet spots being caressed by his thick fingers.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

"Yeah? You like that?" He teased her. "Where's your spot, hm?" Tilting her hips up with one hand and changing the angle of his wrist, his fingers sank deeper until they were at the hilt, and that's when she saw stars.

"There!" She cried out, throwing her head back and then struggling to look at him.

"Coño, there she is. You love this, don't you?" He purred to her when he felt her walls tighten down.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes once more. He sat up to hover above her while keeping his digits deep inside her, pumping faster. She looked up into his eyes, the orgasmic haze taking over.

"Be good for me, amorcito. Cum for me," he murmured to her with an encouraging tone. She nodded and sat up to kiss him, pulling him flush with her while he kept fucking her on his fingers. "One more?" He asked roughly. She nodded again, and he finally sank a third in.

That was it for her, falling apart after being teased and denied it. He groaned when he felt her walls flutter and pulse around his fingers, the wet noises sounding so much more obscene now as her release dripped out. Her cries of bliss filled the room, the sound of pure satisfaction in his mins. His movements slowed to a stop before pulling his hand away, and he let her hold onto him while she calmed down. She was trembling slightly, so he kissed her forehead and whispered his words of comfort in Spanish to her. Her cheek rested against his shoulder.

-

"I wonder how humans do it?" Mammon asked, twirling his pencil while staring down at his stick drawing of him and Altaira kissing.

"Oh my Diavolo, you watch porn. You know how," Asmo answered mockingly.

The youngest six brothers sat around the living room, trying not to listen to the screams, thuds, and moans from down the hall. There may have been a spell to keep them out, but that didn't keep the noises in.

"Oi! N-No–"

Satan rolled his eyes. "Don't bother lying. We know you do. I think what you're asking is how does Altaira do it?"

"I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells," Beel blurted out. Everyone except Belphie slowly turned their heads to look at the sixth born.

"I mean... surely, yeah?" Satan asked. Everyone had a blush building on their cheeks. Belphie rolled his eyes.

"You all are insufferable," the youngest mumbled.

"Regardless, you all would do well to find something else to do than loaf about here," Lucifer snapped as he walked in.

"Don't even, Lucifer. We know you're just as mad," Mammon quipped smugly. "We're all upset that we–

Knock knock

"Oh no–" Lucifer spun on his heels to quickly walk to the front door before it could open.

"Crap, is that...?" Levi asked nervously.

"Yeah, uh, I think we should all take Lucifer's advice and go," Satan said quickly, closing his book and dashing to his room.

"I think it's him. Make yourself scarce," Mammon urged his other brothers out of the living room and out of sight.

"Just a moment!" Lucifer called out, trying to hex the door before it opened. Before he could complete the spell, Barbatos opened it to reveal Diavolo on the other side.

"Good evening Lucifer," Diavolo chirped to the eldest. The Avatar made it to the door before Diavolo could step inside, causing the prince to raise a brow.

"Good evening. Did you need something?" Lucifer asked a little hastily.

"Ah, well, I wanted to talk with you about some RAD events, and then Altaira about our monthly chess game. Is she here? Can I come in?" Diavolo replied with a smile.

"Now... isn't the best time," Lucifer stated. "We're busy." Instantly, Diavolo saw through this and frowned.

"What is it?" The Demon Lord asked in a lower pitch and then heard a loud bang. "Is something going on? Where's Altaira?"

Before Lucifer could fully stop him, the prince walked into the House and was immediately bombarded with the smells and sounds of what was transpiring down the hall. His eyes widened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Lucifer and Barbatos stood at his backside and watched how he clenched his fists, his back tensing up even beneath his coat.

"I– I have to go," Diavolo stated, turning on his heel and blowing past the other two demons as he dashed out of the door.

-

"Better?" He mumbled to her softly.

"Yeah... I can keep going," she offered. He hummed with approval.

"Can I do something?" He asked very quietly. She chirped her agreement in reply. While staring into his eyes, she felt his hands take a hold of hers, and then both of her hands into one of his, as he pulled her arms up, stretching well above her head, almost to the point of straining. She held her hands there as he pulled his away, but then felt something slick and soft wrap around her wrists, binding them together. After tugging a little, she realized her wrists were tied to something else, maybe the headboard, and was completely restrained.

"Oh," she whispered when she realized what was happening.

"Is this okay, bombón?" She nodded, and he kissed her forehead. "Let me know if it gets to be uncomfortable. Just... lay back and enjoy it."

Sliding back off the bed, he came to his feet and began to shimmy down his lounge pants and boxers. While he stepped out of them and crawled back onto the bed, he caught a glimpse at Altaira, who was staring openly at his cock, fully erect and leaking precum. She admired its thickness and veins running over it, how it had just the slightest curve with a reddish flushed tip. He gave a small smirk as he positioned himself between her legs, propping himself up on one elbow as he laid himself on her. His hand took hold of her thigh and wrapped it over his hip, with her following the same motion on her own with her other thigh.

"Ready, cosita linda?" He murmured to her, his free hand fisting his cock to pump it slowly, hissing as he rubbed the tip against her wet clit and spreading her slick around. She gave a small moan and nodded, her hands and arms flexing, as if she wanted to touch him. Her gaze flickered down to where he held his cock, and noticing this, he brought her hips up with one hand so she could see it. He watched her reaction as she watched him slowly sink his cock into her pussy. The tip stretched her nicely, rewarding him with a sweet moan.

With a slow thrust, the rest of his cock started to push into her, and her arms and hands flexed again as he stretched her out. Tears were already gathering in her eyes again when she looked up at him.

"You like that?" He teased, but his own voice sounded strained, as if he was trying to hold himself together too.

"I love it," she whimpered. "Please, take me."

He groaned and thrusted again to completely bury himself deep inside her cunt, and it had her crying out to him wordlessly. But she wasn't the only one losing it, as Miguel whimpered "Oh fuck" over and over. He reached up and placed a hand over her two bound wrists, holding her there and using the leverage to grab onto as he began rocking his hips with small thrusts, to help her get used to his size.

"So tight, cariño, but you take me so well," he groaned to her. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

"M-Miguel–" she whined again. He kissed her passionately on the lips, his tongue bullying in to find hers again. His other arm slid under her to hold her close to him as he started to deepen his thrusts, dragging them out more to hit all her sensitive spots.

"Does that feel good, mi vida?" He cooed.

"Y-Yes," she whispered. He admired the red blush on her neck, chest, and ears. But the moment she clenched down on his length, he gasped and gave a hard thrust into her, growling softly in her ear.

"D-Don't," he grunted. She did it again, and he squeezed her tighter with his brows pinched in an angered glance. "Cariño."

"Yes?" She cooed back at him. "Just trying to make you feel good."

"I told you, my love, you feel amazing," he huffed. "But it's too much."

She became still and looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm... sorry."

"No, not in a bad way, tesoro," he tried to console her.

"Are you just... sensitive?" She then began to rub her legs against his, occasionally squeezing her thighs around his hips. He grunted again.

"A bit," he finally answered.

"That's okay," she murmured sweetly. "I don't mind. But just don't hold back from me. I want to see all of you." She saw the hesitancy in his eyes, and so she arched into him to get his attention again. "If we're going to be intimate, we have to trust each other. You know I'm sensitive too."

He met her gaze again before sighing. "Don't say I didn't warn you." There was a pause. "I told you I'm sensitive to light, but all of my senses are heightened."

"Okay," she whispered.

He kissed her again softly before taking hold of her bound wrists in one hand and taking hold of one of her thighs to push it up to his shoulder with the other. She whimpered quietly at being stretched like this, completely helpless to him. He started to move again with gentle thrusts that turned harsher, and his own grunts turned louder, more guttural, the further they went. They kept their eyes locked on one another, increasing the level of intimacy in the moment by the second.

When she clenched around him again after hitting a particularly sweet spot, they both moaned sweetly, and he held onto her tighter and thrusted that much harder. More curses in Spanish fell from his lips.

"Miguel," she whined to him, and he perked up at the way she said his name. "You feel so good."

"You too, mi amor, so good for me," he purred to her, his voice coming up in pitch as his pleasure started to intensify. The grips of his hands on her wrists and thigh were increasing drastically as he tried to maintain control until she noticed what was happening.

She called to him again. "Miguel." When he looked up at her, she murmured, "Let go. Let me have all of you."

The softness to her tone, the way her eyes sparkled, and the sincerity in everything she did in that moment got to him.

"Mierda," he swore. "Take me then. Take all of me," he grunted as he snapped his hips, fucking her roughly. Her moans became cries from how good it felt. He shoved her back into the mattress and changed the angle of both their hips to fuck her deeper, pummeling that sweet spot he found earlier.

[Shit]

"Ahh! F-Fu-uhhck!" She screamed, her whole body lighting up with pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a bullet train. Her walls clamped on his cock like the tightest vice and milked him for all he had. His moans turned to whimpers, pitched higher in his register as he released deep inside her. There was no resisting how he felt then, he felt like he had entered heaven for just a moment, and it was so intense that he didn't realize he had sank his teeth into her neck and dug his fangs in. His warm cum filled her, and it served to extend her bliss longer as she rode out her orgasm. Over the course of a minute, she had gone from a writhing, screaming mess to a subdued shell, her mind lost somewhere else.

Miguel squeezed her tightly and murmured, "Are you alright?" When he heard no reply, he sat up and saw the dazed look in her eyes. "Altaira?"

When tarantulas mate, the male restrains the female by holding her upper body stretched upward, with hooks on the male's legs to keep her fangs at bay. This prevents the female from injuring or killing the male. During this restraint process, the female goes into a sort of trance as the male mates with her, and it lasts for a few minutes.

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Love's Web, Part 1

Hi there! Welcome to Part 1 of my new series, "Love's Web." This story features a crossover of characters from Obey Me! and Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse. If you have not seen ATSV, I recommend it, but if you choose not to, looking up the plot online might help guide you into what's going on.

Synopsis: Altaira is a woman who thought that her life couldn't get much weirder, considering she lived with and consulted with demons on the regular. But one day, she learns her life can become a lot more complicated when you learn about the multiverse.

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse.

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"Now, for this year's Student Council budget, we need to assign someone to keep track of the checkbook," Lucifer stated, reading the document in his hand aloud.

"Right, so let's get it over with and tell Altaira she's the only one impartial that can do it," Satan quipped.

"Have you all considered maybe I don't want to do this every year? Don't I at some point become partial just like everyone else?" Altaira grumbled from her seat.

Diavolo smirked behind his hand at her, and her moody reply, finding it to be adorable.

"Altaira has a point," Diavolo agreed. There was a series of eye rolls from some of the brothers at such a response. It was no secret the prince carried a fondness for her, a fondness treading on infatuation. "Surely she would like to have other positions within the council–"

Suddenly, in the middle of the council room floor, there was a tear in the middle of the air, and a bright burst of blue, followed by oranges and reds flashes in a hexagonal shape, radiated from the tear. Through this portal, a figure dropped from it, rolling onto the floor with a loud grunt. The dark blue suited and masked figure came to their knees, looking around at the surveyors. They then rose to their feet and looked down at what seemed to be a watch while mumbling things in another language, which Altaira figured out to be Spanish.

"Hey, Lucifer? What the fuck is that?" Mammon blurted out.

"I'd say not what, but who is that?" Satan replied.

The suited person smacked their hand against their watch-looking device and finally looked up at everyone again. Altaira recognized the print of the suit, having a red spider across the front of it. She also noticed how tall and muscular this person was, nearly a close representation of how the crowned prince looked, which was no small feat.

"Our apologies, but you seem to have stumbled into our realm. May we ask who you are?" Diavolo asked.

"What realm is this?" The figure asked with an airy, masculine voice in a lower tenor pitch.

"This is the Devildom, home of demons," Lucifer replied.

The figure looked down at his watch again and sighed, only to start taking note of the room he was in.

"It seems I ended up here by mistake, and my device is no longer working," the man stated. He looked around and settled on the smaller blonde sitting in her chair, looking him over. With a hand on his waist, he pointed at her with the other. "You're going to help me."

Immediately, there were frowns from the demons in the room. Unfortunately for this newcomer, none of them took kindly to messing with their human. Altaira's brows shot up.

"Me? Why?" She asked a little indignantly.

"You're the only human here, which puts you leagues ahead of the rest of this group in terms of capability," he answered with a bored but spiteful tone.

"Excuse me?" Satan asked angrily.

Diavolo cleared his throat to stop anyone else from speaking. He stood to his feet and looked down at the man from his chair up higher in the Student Council Room.

"While we would like to help you return to where you're from, I would advise against speaking ill of your new hosts," Diavolo warned with a slight smile on his face, indicative of his small agitation. Everyone else sat back, willing to let the prince handle this. They all knew when it came to Altaira, to never get in the prince's way, and even less so, to make an attempt to take her from him.

"How'd he know Altaira is human?" Mammon asked in a whisper, leaning toward Levi. Levi shrugged.

"This technology is sensitive, and I need a human to handle it," the man reiterated, the eyes of his mask narrowing.

"May we have your name?" Barbatos finally repeated the question after watching the event unfold.

"Miguel O'Hara. It should be clear at this point, but I'm from another dimension," the man answered.

"So uh, what's with the suit?" Levi asked, intrigued by the design.

"That's classified," Miguel replied.

"You're a spider-man, aren't you?" Altaira asked.

Miguel muttered under his breath but reluctantly affirmed, walking towards her. "Yes. I figured you'd know something about it," he answered. Diavolo frowned again at the way Miguel studied her, so he left his spot to meet the newcomer on the floor.

"Then I suppose you'll need somewhere to stay and to work on your... device," the prince stated.

"I'll be staying with my assistant," Miguel demanded, more or less.

There was a unison answer of seven voices that said, "No!" Miguel raised a brow.

"What they mean is, the House of Lamentation, where they all live, is full. We have room in another dormitory for you to stay in while you're here. It's not too far," Diavolo clarified.

"Fine. I'll need somewhere to work," Miguel replied with annoyance.

"I think it would be wise to do it here at RAD so that you may make use of our laboratory and supplies, and Altaira can help you," Barbatos suggested.

"Then it's settled. Welcome to the Devildom, Miguel O'Hara," Diavolo said formally, extending his hand. Miguel glared at him for a moment and returned the gesture, with both of them noticing how strong the other's grip was.

"Miguel," Altaira murmured.

The newcomer instantly turned in the direction of that soft call of his name. He found her standing at his flank, peering up at him. His head dipped down to look her over again, noting she was just eye-level with his sternum, and his senses told him she was in her mid-twenties and strongly smelled of vanilla and berries.

"Your name was Altaira?" He asked warily.

"Yes. If you'll follow me, let me show you where you can work," she replied. She turned and started walking toward the door, and when Miguel took one last look at the demons behind them, he received nothing but aggravated glares from almost all of them. Diavolo and Barbatos kept their civil expressions, but there was no doubt with the way the prince watched the human woman leave that he wasn't pleased.

---

"This is our lab. I'm the director of lab management, so I'll make sure you aren't disturbed. I'll move the labs around your schedule and ensure your project isn't tampered with," the woman explained as she opened the door to the RAD lab.

Miguel looked around, taking note of what was available.

"This all looks rather... primitive," he observed quietly, approaching some of the instruments.

"Ah, well, this is the home of demons. They rely on magic and less so on technology. To which, I must add, I don't know how much help I'll be to you. I'm going to take a guess you're not just from another universe, but also another time period. Any advancements you've made in technology in your time are unknown to me," she replied.

"You'll be of help. I noticed you had a cellular device on your table, so I assume you know something," he answered, grabbing a few tools as he walked around to an open bench next to a fume hood. "And if you're able to figure that much out, I can't say I've lost all hope just yet."

"You're a ray of sunshine," she mumbled from his right flank. Miguel turned his head slightly toward her.

"Just leave me be for until I get a diagnostic going on this," he somewhat snapped at her.

She was silent, and with a sharp turn of her heel, she turned and left the universal interloper be as she walked toward another door with her name on it beneath "Lab Director" and slammed it shut.

---

Knock knock.

"Yes?" Altaira called back out, writing and looking up at her computer.

The door opened, and Miguel stood in the doorway.

"I'd like to retire for the night," he stated. Her eyes darted to the clock on the computer screen before her, and she realized it was well after midnight. In her fit of aggravation, she had worked for nearly eight hours straight without a break, looking at her phone or the time.

"Ah, right, sorry. You could've come and got me," she apologized.

"No, I just finished my own work," he replied coldly. His tone changed slightly to be more considerate. "But I won't stop you if you're not done."

"That's alright," she said as she stood, gathering up her documents and putting them away while she turned off her computer. "I'm sure the brothers will be cross that I never came home."

Miguel was silent as he watched her move about her office, gathering her personal effects and finally standing before him.

"Follow me."

---

"So that was RAD we were just at, the academy for demons to learn higher education," Altaira explained as the pair rode in her car. "We are heading to Purgatory Hall, which is where Diavolo said you'll be staying. Your roommates are Solomon, Simeon, and Luke. Solomon is a human sorcerer–"

"Like the biblical Solomon?" He interrupted.

She chuckled, a sound that piqued his senses again. "The very one. Simeon and Luke are angels, yes, the biblical kind, just not as scary. I live with the Morningstar family in the House of Lamentation. And, yes, the biblical ones like Lucifer, Mammon, and so on."

Miguel sat quietly with the information.

"The typical response would be to ask how I, a nonmagical human, ended up in this place," she added with a bit of a humorous lilt to her voice.

"Well?" He asked in that same cold, bored voice he had.

"I was kidnapped," she confessed, sounding very serious but still thoughtful.

"Excuse me?" He sounded genuinely shocked, and in her peripheral, she could see him flinch and whip his head around at her.

She laughed, a sound that tickled his senses again. "I know, I'm pretty comfortable and collected for someone who was kidnapped. Yes, it's true, but I did make the decision myself to stay. I was brought here to be a human exchange student for Diavolo's program here at RAD, but none of them really realized the ramifications of just stealing a human from her world. Diavolo convinced me to stay."

"Ay dios mío, that's insane Altaira," Miguel replied, sounding exasperated. "You were kidnapped, and you speak of it like you're on vacation with your friends. Demons eat souls, human souls, and you do realize–"

She brought the car to a stop at a stop light and looked him over. When he saw the softened look on her face, he stopped.

"I know, Miguel. But there's more to me than you realize, and trust me, I'm well in fine with living here. I've lived here comfortably for the last three years," she replied. She took off again from the intersection, turning down a darkened street toward the dorm.

"What do you mean? How can you be comfortable with demons?" He asked, insisting on an answer.

"Because..." she trailed off. She considered what she was about to say. "Those seven brothers follow my command contractually, and the prince and his butler follow it faithfully." She waited for him to say anything more and then continued. "Those seven are bound to me through individual pacts with each of them. I'm highly trusted by them and the nobility here because I'm someone who can be trusted. I take care of them and do good by the realm as best I can."

Miguel was silent, watching the road ahead of them as a tall building loomed at the end of the street. As they found a spot in front of the building for the car, she put it in park.

"What I'm getting at is, I'd like to help you. But you have to let me help you," she stated, looking at him with a genuine sense of caring before exiting the car. He stepped out and looked up at the towering dorm, dark and ominous like every other structure in the area he'd seen so far.

"Welcome to Purgatory Hall," she announced with a hand waving vaguely in the air as she walked to the front doors. They walked inside together and she led him up the stairs.

"It's me," Altaira immediately announced herself to anyone who was still awake.

"Altaira, this is a surprise," Simeon called back out to her.

"Can everyone meet us in the living room? We need to talk," she asked, putting away her keys and shuffling around the hulking man following her.

"Us?" Solomon asked from somewhere else.

After a couple seconds, two of the dormmates came out of their rooms.

"Hey– oh," Solomon craned his neck up at the new guest.

"Who do you have here?" Simeon asked, giving the newcomer a look-over.

"This is Miguel. He accidently ended up here when traveling through the multiverse, and he's staying with you all until he can get back home," she explained nonchalantly, taking a seat on the sofa and beckoning Miguel to sit next to her.

"Here?" Solomon inquired.

"Diavolo's orders," she answered his unasked question.

"Well, welcome, Miguel. We're happy to have you," Simeon said with a smile. "We have a spare room that you'll take. I'm Simeon. This is Solomon. Luke is young, so he's asleep already."

Miguel simply nodded and looked around again.

"So, um, can I ask–"

"He's not a demon, Solomon. He's from earth, and he's a superhero," Altaira interrupted the sorcerer, knowing what he was about to ask as he kept looking at the ranges of Miguel's suit. The eyes of his suit narrowed at the sorcerer, and when Solomon got too close, he leaned away.

"I see. Can you take this off?" Solomon asked, reaching out to the mask.

"Leave him alone, Solomon. He's not your new toy," Altaira barked. Solomon merely smiled and stepped back.

"Of course."

"Give us a couple minutes to make sure his room is ready," Simeon said, dragging Solomon by the shoulder away from the pair.

Altaira turned to Miguel. "I do apologize you'll be here with people you don't know. I promise I'll see you tomorrow. They'll escort you to RAD and I'll meet you there. Try to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow."

He didn't say much, so she got up and left him there. She left hoping that he would consider her words from earlier and take it to heart.

---

When Altaira arrived back at the House, she quietly padded down to her room, only to hear someone clear his throat as she walked by. She looked toward the sound and saw two shining rubies in the darkness.

"If it's about the time, you have no room to talk," she mumbled as she opened her bedroom door.

Lucifer followed her in and shut the door. "Were you with him?"

"In a way. I let him into the lab and went to my office to work on lab schedules. He was actually the one to tell me he wanted to rest," she answered, kicking off her boots.

"And?"

"I'm not sure how far he got on his work, but he's not terribly keen on telling me much, so I wouldn't know either way," she replied. "But I took him to Purgatory and got him settled there."

Lucifer pulled her into a hug, causing them to both instantly relax.

"I know you don't trust him, but you have to trust me," she murmured. "I can take care of myself."

"I know. But you're my family and I'll always worry for you."

She hummed in understanding and squeezed the demon tighter.

"And you wreak of him," Lucifer added.

Altaira laughed aloud. "Yes, I'll go take a shower."

Altaira broke the embrace first and walked over to the dresser to fish out her night clothes.

"Diavolo wasn't happy," Lucifer mentioned suddenly.

She barely turned her head at the name.

"Oh?"

"He seemed a bit out of sorts when you left, and after the meeting, he was uncharacteristically unenthused," Lucifer added, trying to gauge her reaction.

"I see," is all she replied. "And what position did you all decide for me?"

"Well..."

"Dammit, again?!" She snapped. Lucifer chuckled at her dismay. When she was done in the dresser, she looked back at Lucifer. "Alright, I'm home. I'm about to shower and go to bed. That means you can sleep," she said, changing the subject.

He chuckled again.

"Yes ma'am."

---

The next morning, as Altaira skipped breakfast to gather up some information and books from the royal library and the House's personal library on interdimensional theory to bring with her to RAD. Once she was prepared, she left the House without a word to her roommates and drove herself to class.

Just as she pulled into her parking spot, Diavolo was rolling in next to her in his black sports car. Excitedly, he exited his car quickly to find her in the back of hers.

"Oh, Altaira, let me help," he immediately intervened as she pulled out five very thick books and took them from her hands. "My my, quantum theory and interdimensional travel? Well, I can take a guess as to why you needed these, but there's no sense in you hurting yourself."

She smiled gratefully up at the prince, making his heart flutter as her gaze met his. "Thank you, Diavolo. I appreciate the help."

"Of course. Your office?" He asked.

"Yeah," she replied with a smile, walking with him into RAD.

"I heard you left pretty late last night. Everything go okay?" He asked her quietly as they walked the empty halls. They were likely the only ones there just yet.

"Oh, yeah. I ended up getting so caught up in lab scheduling, Miguel actually came and told me he wanted to go rest," she admitted, rounding a corner.

"That's not like you," Diavolo observed, side-eyeing his companion, shifting the books in his grip.

"I know, but I got it done," she replied quietly, her eyes lowering with guilt.

"I suggest leaving early today so you can rest," the prince murmured when they reached her office door. She unlocked it, and he set her books down on her desk.

"Does that mean I have the headmaster's permission to do so?" She asked teasingly, touching his shoulder as she passed behind him.

"It does, so don't waste it," Diavolo replied with a wide smile but trying to sound serious. They both giggled and sighed. She sat in her office chair, and Diavolo sat in one of her visitor chairs.

"I know you don't like him, but if I help, this will all go smoother," she blurted out softly, staring at her computer. She noticed how he shifted in his chair in her peripheral.

"I can't help but agree," he murmured with a sigh. He crossed his arms and looked out the window in her office. "Tell me if he causes you any issues though. I won't tolerate him hurting you. He's not an ordinary human."

"Ah, you picked up on that. Yeah, spidermen or women usually have some powers, and that's how they end up as superheroes," Altaira replied. She minimized her screen, and her eyes stayed glued to the desktop wallpaper. It was a photo of her and the brothers, royals, and angels all together for a party. She was sitting on Diavolo's lap, and though they were off-center in the photo, on the desktop, it was cropped to show them in the center.

"I shouldn't keep you, I suppose. You already have that focused look about you," Diavolo observed.

She looked up at him and clicked back to a page to cover the screen.

"Ah, sorry, I was actually thinking about something else. Anyway, why don't we get some coffee? It's still early yet," she tried to shuffle away her thoughts.

"That sounds lovely," Diavolo said with a smile, standing when she did. They both got up and walked out of her office. Diavolo followed her closely, sensing something was off about her, but choosing to ignore it in favor of staying in the moment.

Nearing the cafeteria, Altaira heard a commotion and her name being said. She, and consequently Diavolo, circumvented the cafeteria and headed toward the front doors.

"Now, I do apologize, but I'm sure Solomon didn't–"

"Are you fucking serious?! He was trying to kill me!" Miguel barked at Simeon.

"Hey, hey! Shhh, stop, what happened?" Altaira dashed outside to see Miguel looming over Simeon. When he heard and saw Altaira running up to him to stand between him and Simeon, he glared down at her.

"You didn't tell me!" Miguel snapped at her, causing her to flinch slightly.

---

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neocities guide - why you should build your own html website

do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again? try neocities!!

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why should I make my own website?

web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!! building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.

what would I even put on a website?

the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !! here are some cool example sites to inspire you: recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content! space bar | local interstellar dive bar creature feature | halloween & monsters big gulp supreme peanutbuttaz | personal site dragodiluna linwood | personal site patho grove | personal site

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web revival manifestos & communities

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in conclusion

i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :) say hi to me on neocities

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