#mammon the demon heater

[skyeslittlecorner]

Thank you! Very relatable request, honestly. Where can I buy such a demon to protect me too-

This reminded me of my era of rewatching analogue-horror web-series, you have no idea how terrified I was when I was watching Vita Carnis and suddenly my roommate burst into the room at 2 AM. Nomorehorrors.

Satan isn't surprised that you're having panic attacks. Gehenna is the most wonderful place in Hell, but the angels do not want to leave them alone. The attacks occur so frequently and so randomly that it's no wonder you feel uneasy. He would pull you back into bed and hold you against his chest, stroking you protectively. “You're in no danger with me.” His low voice is confident and strong, as are his arms. Even if the world were to burn, you are the first to be protected, so you don't have to be afraid. Besides, this guy sleeps with his eyes open. He's probably the one you should be most afraid of. They glow like headlights, so you don't have to be afraid of something moving in the dark, because there is no darkness here.

Mammon will hug you to his huge tits. How can you feel insecure when you have such a steady rock with you? Stable as a wall, warm as a heater, and protects your back (and bottom) as solidly as anyone else in the world. But if you're afraid, he'll put a huge canopy over your bed. Not even a mosquito can get through the curtains of gold. Another thing is that it's a bit hard to sleep in the golden glow, but hey, it's the will that count, right? And you can count on your every doubt being answered in the most spectacular way.

Beelzebub is the reason your paranoia hasn't gone away yet. You're lying nicely in bed, and suddenly something crawls under the sheets and cuddles up to you. Absolutely terrifying. You would jump out of bed, but the strong hug prevents you from doing so, and also you quickly recognize the disgruntled growl. The wandering king has finally appeared. You punch him for it. Two puppy dog eyes will look at you, and how can you be mad at him? “Sorry… I missed you.” He murmurs apologetically into your chest. You will sigh and bury yourself in the sheets and cuddle up to this idiot, wrapped tightly in the duvet so that no more surprises will come.

Leviathan, when he feels you're anxious, will simply close the coffin lid. Of course, you sleep closer to the closed edge, so that you can see the gap behind him. If you see anything moving beyond it, those are tentacles. They may look scary, but they are there to protect you. Why are you afraid of nightmares when their ruler hugs you to his chest like his treasure? Your nightmares should be afraid of him. He has the power to bend them to his will. Nothing can hurt you… but him. Better is the known danger than the one that lurks in the dark, so you'll only hug your beautiful king of nightmares tighter.

Valefor is as reliable as Mammon, but he would take care of you in a slightly less spectacular (or shiny) way. He will spread his shield over the bed. You saw that nothing could squeeze through it; bah! if it tries, it will be annihilated. If you think this is too much, he will simply offer to turn on the light, check the wardrobe and under the bed, and give you his chest to lie on until you fall asleep. He will watch over you, patiently and lovingly stroking your hair and arm, until he feels that you are already breathing calmly and sleeping deeply. Only then would he gently wrap you in the blanket and fall asleep himself.

Stolas offers to kill it. You don't actually know how to kill a paranoia, but you know he would be capable of it. You decline this offer in case what you thought you saw was Amon. All you can do is hug him when he explains you that monsters do not exist, if they do exist, they can be killed, so there is no point in being afraid, especially when you are with him, because he will fight everything for you, blah blah blah… You will fall asleep, soothed by listening to his chatter like radio static.

[froggibus]

Colder Weather - Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Genre: fluff headcanons

Summary: how the boys act when it’s cold + snowing outside

CW: cold weather, snow, asmo forcing you to go outside (ew), lots of cuddling, pretty mid writing on my part

okok so no Lucifer or Satan for this one cause I just had no ideas :((( like I had a few but not nearly enough for complete hcs so sorry guys

also holy fuck it’s been a while since I wrote obey me hcs lmao so im a little rusty…sorry guys

also I promise I’ll shut up but it’s gonna be almost -50 celsius here this weekend (yay, Canada!) so I will be stuck inside if you guys have any obey me (or other fandoms) ideas!!

Mammon:

Mammon and to snow DO NOT mix

biggest baby in the entire Devildom when it gets cold

he has this super tacky fur coat that he insists is real rabbit fur (it’s faux���the big softy couldn’t bear real fur)

refuses to leave the house, even if he has to work

worse than that: he refuses to let you leave the house, even if you have things to do

“hey, human. where d’ya think you’re going? it’s cold out there. you’ll get sick, or worse, dead!”

invites you to his room cause he has this ‘super awesome heater’ (read: himself)

you end up lounging on the couch with him and watching movies with excruciatingly long car chases

you start shivering despite the sweater you’re wearing, and Mammon not so begrudgingly beckons you over to come sit under the blanket with him

honestly he forgets how to breathe because you’re so close and you smell nice and you’re relying on him for warmth

at some point it gets colder and you start shivering again

goes to grab another blanket but you stop him, looking up at him with those pleading eyes

“don’t go, mams. i’ll freeze without you.”

pretends to be humble about it but inside he is screaming

not sure how it happens but you end up in his lap??

he has both arms around you, cocooning you between him and the blanket

you both fall asleep on the couch, snow storm long forgotten

Leviathan:

locks himself in his room to spend the whole day watching anime

also sorry but this man’s room is a whole terrarium

he’s got his heater, his fan, his air purifier, his humidifier

his place is always the perfect temperature and the perfect place to take refuge in a blizzard

he pretends like he’s annoyed when you come into his room, dressed in warm clothes and fuzzy socks, a blanket draped over your shoulders

but really he doesn’t mind—he actually has to hide his rosy cheeks with you because he’s so flustered at the idea that you chose him

orders an insane amount of comfort food to eat during your anime marathon

like heaps and heaps of food that the two of you couldn’t possibly finish

offers you to share his blanket with him, wrapping it around the two of you to keep warm while you munch on food

somehow it turns into you leaning your head on his shoulder, eyelids getting heavy in the warmth of his room

Levi can’t even be annoyed that you’re missing episodes of the anime—you look so cute like this

Asmo:

HATES the cold, LOVES the snow 

it’s a weird dynamic…

dresses you up in the cutest snowsuit ever, and forces you to sit outside in the cold for over an hour taking pictures 

“asmo we’re gonna catch a cold”

“demons don’t get sick from the cold, don’t be silly”

you’re not a demon????

when he’s finally done with the pictures don’t expect any attention from him after

he still has to edit, caption and post them to Devilgram 

you sit under his comforter in the corner of his bed, shivering miserably and shooting glares at him from the corner of your eyes 

Finally he puts down his DDD and looks at you, his eyes sparkling when he sees just how cute and cold you look 

uses the cold as an excuse to get as close to you as possible, cuddling you tightly 

he’s so tempted to take a selfie of the two of you in bed together but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment 

probably insists on your laying between his legs with your head on his chest for ‘maximum warmth’ 

really he just want to feel you

you end up falling asleep in his room, and who is he to wake you? 

Beel:

honestly indifferent to the cold

he’s just built differently 

he’s not the biggest fan of it, but he’s not as much of a baby as some of his older brothers 

still, he doesn’t quite like the idea of you going out in the cold (at least, not without proper protection)

offers to get anything you need, but if you insist on going out, he’ll come with you 

and of course he bundles you up first 

has you dressed in one of his sweaters with one of his old winter jackets over top

you look tiny in his big clothes 

when you get home after he’ll make you stand in front of the heater to warm up while he disappears into the kitchen 

of course he’s going into the kitchen 

but you’re pleasantly surprised when he comes back with two steaming bowls of chicken noodle soup

you guys eat and watch a movie in the living room, Beel asking you every five minutes if you’re cold 

you take another one of his sweaters just to get him to stop bothering you about it  

insists on feeding you every hour and piling snacks on the coffee table 

“don’t give me that look. you need food to stay warm, y/n.”

Belphie:

hates blizzards because they interrupt his sleep 

he can usually sleep through anything—from sunny days to volcanic eruptions

but the cold??? no way

his bed gets cold and even his thickest, softest blankets don’t help 

but…maybe a certain warm human could help his sleep 

ends up crawling into bed with you in the middle of the night, hardly making a sound 

you only wake when you feel the bitter cold on your body slowly fading away, a new warmth pressed against you 

“go back to sleep—don’t move! im comfy....”

you’re not even phased by Belphie sneaking into bed with you at this point 

and the warmth is honestly really nice 

you cuddle back into him, shoving your back as tight against his chest as it will go 

he throws an arm over your waist, holding your hip flush against his 

definitely stays with you the whole night—and the next few after that 

with the excuse he’s just ‘keeping warm’, of course 

checks on you every time he wakes up in the night, groggily reaching out to make sure you’re still warm and okay

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Obey Me! Masterlist

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request dating headcanons for Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub with gn s/o?

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it! :}

DISCLAIMER: None of these are really connected.

WARNINGS: Mention of sex in Asmo's part.

CHARACTERS: Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub

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Mammon:

Sometimes when he gets money, he’ll take you out on a date. He takes you to super expensive places to blow all his money on you.

He'll use his crows to watch over you whenever he's busy. His crows sometimes bring you little trinkets.

Brags about you to everyone. He's your first man! He has to let everyone know that.

Whenever his brothers insults gets too much, he'll seek you out. Sometimes it ends with him crying while you hold him close.

Leviathan:

He loves cuddling up in his tub to watch an anime. He tries to focus on the anime, but he can't whenever you're in his arms.

It takes a bit, but he starts to initiate kisses and hugs. He'll become super flustered and run away after though.

He tries to go out whenever you do to spend time with you. Sometimes it ends up with him hiding behind you from the "normies".

Whenever he's in his demon form, he'll use his tail to keep you close. Sometimes he doesn't notice he does it until you point it out.

Satan:

Whenever he has time, he likes to cuddle up to you and read. Especially when it's nighttime.

Takes you out frequently to the nearest cat cafe. He has a lot of pictures of you and the cats.

He likes to get together with you to play pranks on Lucifer. If you guys get caught, then he'll take full responsibility for it. He doesn't want you to get punished.

He tries so hard to control his anger. He's doesn't want to end up hurting you one day because he couldn't control it.

Asmodeus:

Will make sure you have the perfect routine for your skin. He'll even get it made specifically for you.

Loves to do your nails. It's perfect bonding time and he likes to match with you!

He loves to spray his perfume on you, so everyone knows that you're his.

He has never felt this way before you. He always only sees people for sex, never love. He absolutely loves you.

Beelzebub:

He loves food but he loves you much more. He'll share his food if he feels like you don't eat enough.

During his Fangol games, he'll look for you in the crowd. He always does better when you're cheering for him.

When the memories get too much, he'll look for you. Even just being near you makes them go away.

This man is like a human (demon?) heater. If you get cold, he'll always be there to warm you up.

[obae-me]

ooo i have a suggestion!! (if you're still taking them)

how about mammon and an mc who won't let him get out of bed in the morning?

So sweet! I can definitely do something with this! Thank you for the suggestion!

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How does one tell when it's morning in a realm where the sun doesn't even exist? For the longest time, the only thing MC had to go off of was the clock on their D.D.D. Everything else felt unchanging. However, the longer they remained down here, the more they adjusted. Sure, the moon was ever-constant, darkness persisting through morn, noon, and night, but they began wake up naturally to the peaceful silence that came just after dawn, the crooked-horned toads and devil doves coming together in a chorus as the day started.

Well, there was that and the fact that Mammon was a surprisingly early riser. Perhaps time really was money, and the longer he was awake meant the more he could gain. So, when MC's first pact-mate began to frequently keep them safe by 'guarding' the bed, they found themselves waking up anytime the demon of greed rather un-stealthily got ready for the day.

But on this particular morning, MC was not having it. Morning dew that sparkled across the lawns and the leaves like the stars in the sky be damned. This was the weekend. So when they felt the demon next to them start to pull back the comforter and let all that cold air rush in? They clamped their arm around his waist and pulled him back in.

"Hey!" Mammon exclaimed, his voice deeper than usual, slightly cracking with the grogginess that comes with just waking up.

They ignored his cry, locking their legs around his and clinging onto him. If he were to move, he would have to either pry them off or carry them out. Both of which he could easily do, but he wouldn't, they knew that. "Stay," they ordered, eyes still shut, more than likely still half asleep.

He scoffed a bit, trying to turn around while still in their clutches so he could face them. "What, am I your personal heater or somethin'?"

Perhaps, but that wasn't the only reason. Maybe they simply just found comfort in his presence, being able to sleep soundly with him in their dreams. Maybe times like these sated that inner craving for peace. He was always calmer in the mornings. Whether that be due to exhaustion or being around them, MC would never really know, but they wanted to trust in their heart of hearts that it was the latter. "Just... be with me longer," they asked, the grip they held on his sleep shirt suggesting that they would be hard pressed to accept no as an answer.

Mammon sighed. "Well, when you say it like that, I can't deny ya." He shifted a little as he settled back against his pillow. They felt as he took his hand and ran it over their head, settling his palm on the back of their neck as he pulled them closer, keeping them close to his chest. MC gave one last yawn before falling back asleep, finally satisfied having out-tempted a demon. Mammon simply smiled before shutting his own eyes, his heart warm at the thought of his human giving into greed, and that the thing they so desperately wanted was himself. “Mammon, you idiot,” he whispered. “What did you do to get so attached to a human like this? You’re really in for it now.” But he was fine with it. He knew love tended to be a risky gamble, but for them...he’d bet the house on it. Even if that meant being stuck in bed for the next few hours till they woke up. An easy sacrifice to make. 

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

I hope you don't mind multiple requests about prompts you've done before, but I'm making my way through these and they've been so enjoyable to read, they've given me several ideas. Please don't feel pressured to rush in replying, or to complete them at all!

I was thinking- Half dragon MC whose body is always pleasantly warm to the touch because of their internal fire, so the demon brothers use them as a heated/weighted blanket? MC sleeps in their bed and they wake up with it all cozy. Especially good in winter. Lucifer won't admit it but it's one of the best ways to get him tired enough to stop working.

- Dae・✦

Belphegor is the number 1. MC snuggler. Like deadass. And he straight up uses them being a heater as an excuse as to why he keeps falling asleep. "Sorry Lucifer, I didn't do my chores because MC laid on me and they were too warm and comfy." He will sneak into MCs bed at random hours of the night because he wants to be next to his personal heater.

Mammon uses MC's heating capabilities to hide him being down bad. "No I'm not sleepin' with MC because I'm like 'em it's because it's always cold in my room!" When there's talks of getting someone in to install extra heating in his room, he is caught in his lie. He also sleeps pretty warm so the pair are just this warm cocoon of blanket and people.

"MC I'm coooold, come heat me up." Asmodeus is snuggling at every convenience - but unlike Mammon, he's not even hiding the fact that it isn't just about MC being a personal heater and how he just wants an excuse to curl up with them under the covers. Absolutely called them his favourite little heater.

Satan has a vision. Him. MC. And 37 cats that also enjoy MC being a personal heater and loafing everywhere. Lucifer, will not allow this vision to come into fruition, so he just settle for having MC to napping on top of him while he reads, or while he's watching the latest episodes of his detective show.

Leviathan is part snake. He looks at MC and subconsciously is drawn to lounging on them like a snake under a heat lamp. The worst thing is he doesn't even realise how much he likes their warmth until one morning he wakes up after an anime marathon and he is clinging to them tail and all. He comes to term with how comfortable he is after mentally screaming.

Beelzebub is another person who runs hot when he sleeps regardless, so he doesn't notice the cold as much when he's sleeping. But I just had this thought of him using MC like a heat pack when he has sore muscles. "MC can you lie on my lower back? My muscles are sore." The brothers had so many questions when the walked into the lounge and saw Beel lying face first on the floor and you sprawled on his back.

You are so right. Lucifer will be doing paperwork and then consider how warm and cozy the bed must be while MC is lying in it keeping it warm. He'll be tempted to finish up early but continue through, only for his will power to dwindle when the breathing heater in question is lingering at his back. Lucifer doesn't surrender. But he also doesn't pick fights he knows he won't win. He's following MC into bed within five minutes.

[beelsbignaturals]

🦂DEMON FORMS: ASMODEUS 💄

AN: Unfortunately, the concept of hypnosis is a major theme for my OCD so I can't really write him as creepy as I want to. Alas, I tried. Fucked up Asmo supremacy. also I was tryna keep this sfw in terms of *spicy* content bc thats for a different post hehehe. As always, feel free to check out my obey me world building tag for more demon headcanons and since con is over I can work on requests!

Inspiration for this part: literally everyone who has ever drawn Asmo with a scorpion tail like he DESERVES also @noecoded bc they have the BEST Asmo art ever. Also @princessasmosprincess has been such a major help in writing this! ily Michi 😘 thank u for letting me pick ur brain bby

TWs: Bugs (scorpions), mind manipulation, alcohol (part 4), vauge reference to nsfw stuff (part 3), demons being demons, body horror? Maybe?

● Level 1.5. you know, in the Percy Jackson books, how Aphrodite appears as whatever you think is most beautiful? Asmo is kinda like that. Not fully, but if you are more attracted to say, dark hair, he will have darker hair. (Cute note: if you fall in love with him for realsies, this stops happening, and you just see. Him.) Like Belphie, he is alot more… mental with how he freaks people out. Even without hypnotism, if he asks you to do something, you feel like you want to agree. Only Asmo can make you think taking out the garbage when it's his turn is YOUR idea. He glows under blacklights because… scorpion. His teeth look normal from a distance, but up close, you can see how sharp they are. His eyes shift through every possible color, changing each time he blinks. His pupils are heart shaped. He gets cold really easily and will make it everyone's problem.

"MC! I'm going to freeze to death, please, save me!" The overly dramatic Avatar of Lust drapes himself across your lap, intent of using you as a personal space heater. Nights in the Devildom just get so cold! His poor, beautiful heart can't handle the subzero temperatures! And of course the last argument between Levi and Mammon managed to complete destroy the heating system. So it's your solemn duty as Asmo's favorite human (don't tell Solomon) to keep him warm!

● Level 2. His nails get longer and sharper, and even when talking, it sounds like he's singing. If he actually starts singing, you will find yourself dancing or lulled into a false sense of security depending on the song. He actually caused the dancing plague this way! He is capable of using his carapace as a sort of natural corset, controlling each segment to give himself the desired silhouette. Somehow, Asmo is wonderful at knowing exactly what you desire. Not just in a sexual way, he can figure out your ambitions after one conversation. If he decides to talk to you, everything else will kind of...fade away. How can you focus on anything when his eyes fade from pink to purple to blue... What were you talking about again?

Asmo thought the house was empty, that it was safe for him to sing without consequence. Unfortunately, you came home early, which led to the awkward incident where you began dancing the moment you walked inside. At first, you thought you were hit by some curse, screaming in surprise as your body moves on its own. Hearing your shrieks, Asmo rushes downstairs, fussing over you. Luckily, you weren't under his spell long, so when he stopped singing, you stopped dancing. He was very apologetic after that.

● Level 3. He grows several extra limbs on his sides. They are small little insect legs that are basically useless. He likes to annoy his brothers by tickling them with his weird lil bug arms. But otherwise, Asmo is EXTREMELY self conscious about them because bugs aren't stereotypically cute. He can keep his wings bc they are cute. BUT HE ALSO HAS A SCORPION TAIL. The stinger is heart-shaped. It's adorable. It also has venom capable of making you so horny you die! Which is... slightly less adorable.

It was quite the sight, seeing Asmo, shirtless with several small arachnid limbs, covered in a hard exoskeleton as he chases Satan around the house, claiming he needs to be less grumpy. Satan threw a pillow at his brother, causing you to laugh. Bad move. Now Asmo has locked his eyes on his next target. You.

● Level 4. You know how so many Greek monsters are giant creatures with the face of a beautiful woman? That's Asmo. He has the body of a scorpion-if a scorpion was the size of a horse - and face so gorgeous, you might cry or go blind. He sings so sweetly to lure in prey. Basically, he's a siren-scorpion monster from hell! He usually won't take this form because, honestly, he thinks it's ugly. So for the most part you are only going to see a scorpion with Asmo's face scuttling around if he is feeling particularly emotional. Like when he gets a little bit too tipsy and his insecurities plague his mind.

It was rare Asmo would get properly drunk. At least the type of drunk where he is miserable. Usually it's a very... drunk girl in the club bathroom who just LOOOVES your shoes and wants to know who did your eyelash extensions 🥺 sort of energy. So hearing straight up wailing from his room after a long night at the Fall was...unexpected. What was even more surprising, was what you found when you opened his door to try and comfort the demon. A large scorpion with the head of the Avatar of Lust, standing in front of a broken mirror with mascara streaming down his face. You only hesitate a moment before making your presence known. Asmo starts to cry more, sobbing about how terrible he feels having you see him like this. In the form that he considers the definition of ugly. You are quick to reassure him, naming each thing you find beautiful about his more demonic looking self. Like the way his armored body catches the light, reflecting rainbows across each segment. Or how his stinger is heart shaped. Or the fact that even without proper hands, his hair and makeup is still flawless. Aside from minor damage due to his tears. Soon enough, you have a giant scorpion sleeping on your lap like an overgrown cat. You decide not to mention it in the morning.

[rainiishowers]

Headcanons of reactions of the brothers when MC makes snow angels, but MC remembers they probably don't want to be reminded of their past so MC ends up making snow angels, but they add horns/tails/different wings and makes snow demons instead?

Lucifer

Diavolo had wanted the brothers to take a break, and so he let them have one in the human world, which just so happened to be in the winter season.

However, Lucifer wasn’t sure he could relax when his brothers are building snow forts and snowing snowballs at each other, and if he isn’t careful, at him

Although, he did loosen up a bit

It didn’t take long for MC to flop into the snow alongside Belphie and proceed to make what he remembers MC calling snow angels

It soon caught all the brothers attention, even his.

However, MC didn’t look content, they had a frown on their face while they squinted, before they went “Aha!” and drew horns and tails before proudly presenting the masterpiece

He sighs, but it’s more of a fond sigh than anything

Mammon

He was all for taking a break

Mammon was tossing snowballs at Beel when he saw MC flop to the ground and move their arms around

Was the first to walk over and see the finished product, but noticed MC didn’t look happy

What was wrong with it? It looked fine to him

They then drew a tail and a pair of horns

It clicked that it was suppose to be a “snow-demon” now instead of a snow angel

He snorts, grabbing a few rocks and adding a smiley face to it

Leviathan

He loves the merch that comes with the winter/holiday season but holy shit why is it so cold

Why couldn’t they have stayed inside?? He’s freezing his ass off here

He stays close to Beel, one of the portable heaters among the brothers besides from Mammon, but he was throwing snowballs and he did not want a careless throw to hit Levi in his face

He was just focusing on staying warm until Beel brought up the snow angels MC was making

They go to check it out, and he saw MC add demon horns and tail

Levi thought the gesture was cute, he’d much rather not have his memories of the Celestial Realm flood his mind

Satan

Satan had found a bench nearby and was just reading a book, trying not to focus too much on the cold

He heard the voices of his brothers and he looks up to see what it was about.

MC was making snow angels in the snowy ground

Satan quietly chuckles to himself and walks over, just in time to see MC adding all the extra limbs

He hums and smiles a bit, finding it sweet how considerate the human is of the brothers

Asmodeus

He despises the cold winter

The photoshoot potential was amazing, but his skin got so dry!

So, much like Levi, he was keeping warm with Beel

He was whining about how cold it is until Beel brought up the snow angels

He cooed and ran over, catching MC’s troubled look

“Hm? What’s wrong darling?”

He watches as MC drew the horns and tails, and he cooed again, going on about how adorable it looked

Beelzebub

Between Levi and Asmo clinging onto him, and Mammon throwing snowballs at him (some of them hitting Asmo and Levi, which caused them both to complain) he was getting pretty ticked off, but this is what he gets for being a warm person

He noticed the snow angel MC was making and calls it out, a bit relieved it got his older brothers to stop using him as target practice/a heater/a shield

Beel walked over and tilted his head at MC’s expression, before seeing them draw horns and a tail

He smiles and hugs MC, happy they were so considerate of them

Belphegor

It may be a bit odd he was just lying in the snow when MC decided to flop beside him and make a snow angel, but coldness makes him sleepy

One of his eyes flick open when MC starts making it, he sees them get up and sit a little ways away, but Belphie noticed their eyes look over to him before they had a troubled look on their face

Belphie saw as they drew the horns and tail, watching his brother gather

He snorts in amusement and decided to sloppily make his own, but it got ruined because he rolled over to look at it...

Oh well, he’s content just seeing MC’s, making his own snow angel is too much of a hassle

[fictionfixations]

i stopped playing the story because i was too weak and then i just. didn't go back even tho i leveled up a bunch of cards 💀

..i last played story in march?? or at least that was my last post regarding story (and if you know me if i do story i usually make a post about it with reactions or something) ..so like. over half a year. wHOOPS. anyway i dont remember tf happened :D

simeon my precious ♥️♥️♥️♥️ i want to romance you let me romance you

CRYING IM STUCK ON THIS SCREEN HOLY SHIT the delay 😭making me think when i first started and i kept crashing on the video call with the 3d models(?) cause they just wouldnt load in

tis spending a stupidly long amount of time loading i dont think it likes me going through the story. w h y ??? i had this same issue doing lITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE why do you hate me

live2d models are the bane ofmy existence for some reason theyre so laggy wtf (its not even just this game they always make my phone a heater and lag so bad)

why are we leaving idk what happened ????

WHY does it stop loading when i take a screenshot!?!?!? ?????? WHAT HOW DOES THAT WORK???? (or maybe i just so happened to screenshot at the same time it stopped loading!?!?!? ????? idk man im so lost)

IM FREEEEEEEE

okay i literally just did one story bit and now im dipping i dont have the patience for this 😭 idk wtf happened

the last story bit i remember is i think asmo like.. fell into his bath???? and we. ened up in this. dream(????) world???? with. with angels??

i think ive made it past that but i dont remember what happened after

i think we had a talk with mammon. like a sweet talk.

and like. like. like with diavolo and barbatos(is that his name??) and they knew we werent a demon????

i think they were why we were sent here but i cant remember for the life of me

?????

[2af-afterdark]

Pt. 2 to my appreciation for demons

Sure Mammon can creature treasure but he sees you as his most valuable treasure

Miss the Human world? Naberius or Satan are the go-to’s and give off scary dog vibes, Naberius literally being Cerberus/Kerberos

Beelzelbub will only make food that have no side effects for you

Feeling cold? Go to Barbatos, mans sunbathes so much he’s a walking heater

Got a hard challenge? Go to Niflehiem, anyone will love to figure out the solution

Valephor loves being a giant teddy bear if you had a bad day or completely exhausted

Pt. 3 coming whenever my brain musters enough and remembers names

🦩

absolutely weak for Mammon calling MC his treasure. Brain turn off. Melt into a puddle. WEAK

[sweetfire01]

hello again,

been awhile! firstly, how have you been?

secondly, i’m not sure if requests are still open (if they’re not, ignore this haha)

but how would the demon brothers react to a little one who is just very affectionate and cold all the time?

like they’re constantly cold so they’re reluctantly sitting by one of the brothers. (maybe even hugging them or something for warmth?)

i feel like the little one would like belphie most in this scenario, i imagine he’s very cuddly.

— anon (🍊)

Hii, hope you're ok too! I am a cold person myself and my hands freeze so fast!

It should be canon for demons to have warm skin or at least more than angels. And during the cold winter days, the Sandwich Attic club is at your rescue! Belphie sure, he's very cuddly, but can we talk about Beel's hugs? That guy is huge and wraps you completely in his arms. Though he'll probably always use one to eat but hey, he'll still keep you close to him! And with Belphie sleeping on top of you, hugging you in his sleep, you can still stay nice and warm.

But obviously the other brothers are no less, eh. I can see Mammon and even Asmo building blanket forts, with Satan joining in only to mess up the sofa in the living room and piss off Lucifer. I can see everyone eventually joining in: Belphie has a comfy place to sleep, Beel because he likes the idea (just don't leave too many crumbs!) and Levi well, he's probably an expert at building them. Hasn't an introverted otaku who sleeps under piles and piles of blankets ever made one and hidden in it? Impossible. But he won't let you use any of his body pillows.

Mammon will probably yell at everyone to leave because it was his idea and he just wants to be alone with you, but has anyone ever listened to this guy? Sorry, we are all partying together.

Lucifer will join in too, obviously not because he's having fun but to make sure the brothers don't do any damage to the room. And also to keep an eye on you in case you're still cold or suffocating. After all, you're just a little thing, aren't you? But remember that next time you can just come to him and he'll hold you comfortably on his lap, warming you up. No need to ask anyone else.

But right now you're enjoying being here inside the form, sheltered from the cold winter.

What is a fireplace for when you have 7 walking heaters at your service?

Argh, I've never built a fort, probabily doing one would make me feel little in no time. 🥺

[corky-the-gluttony-demon]

DMC: An Absurd Comedy (A Devil May Cry Fanfiction) - Haunted by Dreams Arc - Chapter 1

DMC: An Absurd Comedy - With the deed to Devil May Cry now passed down to Nero, he has taken up the mantle of protecting humanity from demons. But after the events of Urizen, there are Hell Gates that have been opened allowing the rulers of the Seven Deadly Sins to come to the human world using human vessels.

The story so far: After taking down Mammon in Limbo City, Nero has extended an invitation to Felix and Corky to join him back in Red Grave City. A few months later, Morrison has brought in his 21-year-old son Marcus, who is a computer expert after he has found a lead on their next target, Belphegor in Snowfield. They get in touch with a client named Vivian and set out to meet the woman.

Location: Nico’s Van in Snowfield

January 6th, 6:05 AM

Snow plastered against the windows, a never-ending whiteout outside. Inside, it wasn't much better. Felix hunched over in the corner, arms wrapped tight around himself, trying not to shiver. His breath fogged up the window as he stared out into the blizzard, pretending the cold didn’t bother him. Didn’t work. He could feel Corky's eyes on him, probably waiting for him to crack.

“I hate this fucking place,” Felix muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. Not that anyone would care. Nero was sitting in the front, fiddling with the busted Devil Breaker. The Gloom Claw was in pieces, wires dangling.

Nico, knee-deep in scrap, was tossing aside bits of metal and broken tools as she dug through the frozen junk they procured from an abandoned mechanic shop they happen to come across. “Ya think the cold’s bad? Wait till I start billin’ ya for all the parts I’m gonna need ta fix this,” she called over her shoulder, her tone half-teasing, half-serious.

Felix shot her a glare, though it lost its bite with his teeth chattering. “Just hurry up, alright? It’s freezing in here.”

Nico didn’t even look up, just kept rummaging, her breath coming out in steady puffs. “Don’t rush the artist, sugar. This kinda work takes finesse. You want it done quick, or you want it done right?”

“Can we have both?” Corky chimed in, rubbing her hands together for warmth. She was hunched over near the toolbox, trying to find something to do that didn’t involve freezing her ass off. The poor heater in the van just wasn’t cutting it. “I swear, if I get frostbite, I’m blaming you, Nico.”

“Maybe if y’all didn’t smash up my work so damn much, we wouldn’t be in this mess, huh?”

Nero looked up from the Devil Breaker, deadpan. “They were slow as hell. I don’t even know how it broke.”

“Don’t blame the claw, it’s always operator error,” Nico quipped, finally finding what she needed with a triumphant “Aha!” She held up a piece of metal like it was a trophy. She gestured for Nero to hand over the Devil Breaker then got to work.

Meanwhile, Corky was half-heartedly sifting through the frozen junk on the floor, more for something to do than anything else. Her fingers brushed against something cold—colder than the rest—and she stopped, frowning. Digging deeper, she unearthed a small, dark object, its surface slick with ice. It looked ancient, like something that should’ve been buried, forgotten. A slow, deep hum vibrated through her fingers, making her head feel heavy.

“What’s this?” Corky muttered, holding it up to the light. The artifact glowed faintly. A weird warmth spread through her body, dulling the chill, and for a moment, it almost felt comforting.

But then her eyelids started to droop.

Nico yawned, not looking up from her work.

Nero, in the passenger seat, didn’t even respond. His head was tipped back, eyes half-lidded, his breathing slow. He was nodding off, clearly losing the fight against whatever was pulling them under.

Nico’s hands started to slow, her eyes fluttering shut as she swayed on her feet. “What the… why’s it so… hard ta keep my eyes open?” Her voice was barely a whisper, and before she could finish the sentence, she was tipping over.

Felix, despite the cold seeping into his bones, reacted fast. He lunged forward, catching Nico just before she hit the floor. He cradled her awkwardly. “What the hell is going on?” he hissed, looking around wildly.

Corky blinked slowly, holding up the artifact, though her grip was weak, like her fingers might let it slip any second. “This thing… it’s making us…” Her voice trailed off as her body started to give in. The artifact pulsed again, a deep, hypnotic rhythm that made her head feel heavy, her thoughts sluggish.

Felix laid Nico down gently, panic flashing across his face. “Corky, don’t give in! Get rid of that thing, now!” He reached out, but his movements were slower than they should’ve been.

Corky gave a half-hearted nod, but before she could act, she wobbled and collapsed forward, face-planting into the toolbox with a dull thud. The toolbox lid snapped shut under her weight. Felix bit back a curse, half-reaching for her, but it was too late. She was out cold.

The artifact’s hum was louder now, filling the van with a low, resonant thrum that buzzed in Felix’s skull. His eyelids drooped, his limbs growing heavier by the second. He tried to shake it off, to fight, but his body wasn’t listening. He staggered back, fighting to stay on his feet, but the pull was too strong.

“Damn it…” Felix muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion. He swayed on his feet, eyes glazing over. With a final, desperate attempt to stay awake, he grabbed at the van’s wall for support, but his fingers slipped, and he crumpled to the floor.

His body went limp as sleep claimed him, landing half-sprawled against the pile of junk Corky had been digging through. The last thing Felix saw before everything went dark was the faint, sickly glow of the artifact.

January 6th, 7:34 AM

A sharp, chilling howl pierced through the van's thin walls, jolting Felix awake. His eyes snapped open to the sight of his own breath misting in the frigid air. For a moment, he wasn't sure if the sound had been part of some twisted dream or reality knocking rudely at the door.

Another crash, followed by the unmistakable screech of ice demons, confirmed it was the latter.

"Shit," Felix muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "How long was I out?"

The van's interior was bathed in the pale, gray light of morning, but it did little to chase away the cold that seeped into his bones. He glanced around; Nico was sprawled on the floor from where he had left her. Corky was slumped over the toolbox, a string of drool connecting her mouth to a particularly rusty wrench. Nero was still in the passenger seat, head lolled back and mouth slightly open.

"Great. Just great."

Another crash rocked the van, making the whole vehicle shudder. Felix could hear the guttural growls and the scraping of claws against metal and ice. The demons were getting closer.

He stumbled over to Corky first, grabbing her shoulder and giving it a firm shake. "Hey, get your fat ass up! We've got company!"

Corky mumbled something incoherent, her head rolling to the side but showing no real sign of waking up. Her eyelids fluttered briefly before settling shut again.

"Come on, Corky!" Felix urged, shaking her harder. She let out a soft snore in response.

"Useless," he grumbled before turning his attention to Nero.

Navigating around scattered tools and Nico's unconscious form, Felix made his way to the front. He leaned over the seat and slapped Nero's cheek a little harder than necessary. "Yo, Nero. Time to join the land of the living."

No response. Not even a grunt.

Felix smacked him a little harder, frustration seeping into his voice. "Seriously, man? Fuckin’ deadweight…"

Nero's head lolled to the side, completely unbothered. Shocker.

Outside, the noises grew louder. Felix could hear the crunch of footsteps in the snow, the hissing breaths of the demons fogging up the windows from the outside.

A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him, making his limbs feel like lead. His vision blurred at the edges, and he had to grip the back of Nero's seat to steady himself.

"What the hell..." he muttered, blinking rapidly to clear his head. That's when something caught his eye—a faint, eerie glow emanating from beneath a pile of scrap near Corky.

The artifact.

"Of course. Should've known," Felix sighed, pushing himself away from the seat and trudging back towards the ominous glow.

Each step felt heavier than the last, his body screaming for him to just lie down and give in.

He reached down and grabbed the artifact, its surface cold and pulsing beneath his fingers. The effect was immediate—a surge of lethargy slammed into him, almost knocking him off his feet. His knees buckled, and dark spots danced across his vision.

"Fuck this," he growled through gritted teeth, mustering the last of his strength. Stumbling towards the nearest window, he fumbled with the latch, cursing as his numb fingers struggled to find purchase.

The sounds outside grew frenzied. The van rocked again, a dent forming where a particularly eager demon had slammed into it.

"Open, damn you!" Felix snarled, finally wrenching the window open. Without a second thought, he hurled the artifact into the blizzard raging outside.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then, as if on cue, the demons chased after their reclaimed treasure.

Felix let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, slumping back against the wall. The oppressive weight lifting from his body was immediate, the fog in his mind clearing.

A sudden gasp echoed through the van as Corky shot upright, eyes wide and her black curly hair a chaotic mess. "What the hell just happened?" she blurted, looking around in bewilderment.

"Morning, sunshine," Felix replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Enjoy your nap?"

Corky rubbed her temples, grimacing. "Feels like I got hit by a truck. Twice. And then reversed over."

"Well, you did faceplant into a toolbox. So close enough."

She glanced down, noticing the assortment of tools imprinted on her cheek.

From the front, Nero let out a low groan, slowly coming back to consciousness. He blinked blearily, trying to piece together his surroundings. "What the hell? Was I sleep?" he muttered, massaging the back of his neck.

"Yes. Because some genius decided to play with cursed artifacts," Felix shot back, shooting a pointed look at Corky.

"Hey! I didn't know it was cursed," she defended, hands raised in innocence. "Nico was the one who brought the stuff in."

"Yeah, well, your shiny toy nearly got us killed," Felix retorted, pushing himself off the wall and stretching out his stiff muscles.

Nico chose that moment to stir, letting out a low groan as she sat up, her glasses askew on her face. "Did someone get the number of the bus that ran me over?" she mumbled, squinting at the others.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," Felix quipped. "Missed all the fun."

Nico adjusted her glasses, eyes narrowing. "What fun? All I remember is working on that damn arm and then... nothing."

"Long story short: Corky found a cursed trinket, we all took an unplanned nap, and I had to save our asses," Felix summarized, a smug grin creeping onto his face.

Corky rolled her eyes. "Oh please, hero complex much?"

"Hey, if the shoe fits."

Nero stretched, wincing as his joints popped. "So where's this artifact now?"

Felix jerked a thumb towards the window. "Chucked it outside. Our icy friends seemed more interested in it than us."

As if on cue, a distant howl echoed through the snowstorm, farther away this time.

Nico frowned, pushing herself to her feet. "Well, that's just great. Now we've got demons chasing after some magical doodad in the middle of a blizzard. That was probably something important that needed to be destroyed not thrown away."

Felix scoffed. "I kind of didn’t have time to think it through since it was holding us all mentally hostage.

"Until it circles back and bites us in the ass," Nero added dryly, running a hand through his hair. “We should go take care of that. Nico, just let me use Overture or Gerbera.”

Nico handed him the former.  “Here ya go, hero,” she said.

The Devil Breaker clicked into place with a series of mechanical whirs. He flexed his arm, the energy crackling around it like a static charge, his eyes narrowing at the shapes outside. “Alright, let’s clear these bastards out.”

Felix stood, stretching like he was about to hit the gym rather than face off with a bunch of demons. He slipped on Eryx, the magical gauntlets fitting snugly over his fists, glowing with a dull red light as they powered up. “Finally, something to warm me up,” he muttered, cracking his knuckles as the gauntlets hummed to life.

Corky grinned, reaching back to grab her weapons, Gladius in one hand and her hefty axe, Imbokodo, in the other. “I’m ready to slice and dice,” she said, the grin widening into something almost feral. “Let’s make this quick. I’m starving.”

The van’s doors creaked open, a blast of icy wind hitting them like a wall. Felix was the first out, Eryx’s power radiating through his arms, turning the bitter cold into a manageable sting. He could see the ice demons clearly now—tall, jagged creatures, their bodies made of swirling snow and shards of ice. They moved slowly, deliberately, their glowing eyes fixated on the van.

Nico walked over to the jukebox and with a playful smirk knew just the song for their upcoming mission. “Sweet Dreams” by Eurythmics.

Nero stepped out beside Felix, Overture crackling with electricity. He raised the Devil Breaker, the energy gathering at the fingertips before he sent a charged blast straight into the nearest demon. The impact shattered the creature into a thousand icy fragments, the pieces skittering across the frozen ground like shards of glass.

Corky followed them out, her breath visible in the cold air, then lunged forward, swinging Gladius in a wide arc that caught two demons at once, the blade slicing clean through their brittle forms. They exploded into powdery snow, the wind carrying the remnants away.

Felix grinned, Eryx flaring to life as he charged forward. He brought his fist down on the nearest demon, the gauntlets amplifying the blow with a fiery burst of power. The demon crumbled under the force, its icy body disintegrating into a pile of steaming slush. He didn’t stop, pivoting on his heel to deliver a powerful uppercut to another demon, sending it flying into the air before it shattered against a tree, icicles raining down like deadly spears.

Nero thrust his arm forward, sending out a burst of energy that homed in on the demons, drawing them in before detonating in a shower of sparks and shattered ice. One of the larger demons lunged at him, its icy claws outstretched, but Nero was faster. He sidestepped the attack, slashing Red Queen across its torso in a blaze of fire, the sword’s motor roaring to life as he revved it up for a finishing blow. The demon was cleaved in two, its body dissolving into the ground as Nero wiped the sweat from his brow, the cold forgotten in the heat of battle.

Corky swung Imbokodo in a wide arc, the axe crashing into a demon and splitting it clean in half, the impact sending a shockwave through the ground that toppled several more. Gladius followed, a quick, lethal strike that decapitated another demon in a single, fluid motion. She didn’t even pause to admire her work, immediately shifting into a defensive stance as more demons closed in.

One of the demons, larger and more menacing, sent a wave of frost towards Felix, the ice crystals crackling with cold energy. He braced himself, Eryx glowing brighter as he punched through the wave, the gauntlets shattering the ice like it was nothing more than glass. He grinned, his breath visible in the cold air, before delivering a powerful roundhouse kick that sent the demon reeling.

“Damn, Felix, didn’t know you had moves,” Corky called out, ducking under a swipe from another demon and countering with a vicious slash of Gladius.

“Just warming up,” Felix shot back, wiping some sweat from his brow, though it immediately froze in the cold air. “What’s the matter, can’t keep up?”

Corky scoffed, spinning on her heel to deliver a devastating combo with Imbokodo, the axe leaving a trail of crushed demons in its wake. “Please, I’m just getting started.”

Nero, meanwhile, had switched gears, focusing on thinning out the horde. He used Overture’s charged shots to keep the demons at bay, each blast sending another ice creature to its frozen grave. When one particularly large demon tried to flank him, Nero responded by grabbing the demon by the throat and slamming it into the ground with enough force to crack the ice beneath them. He followed up with a savage thrust of Red Queen, impaling the demon and ending its pitiful existence with a burst of fiery energy.

“Nice one,” Felix called out, finishing off another demon with a crushing blow from Eryx. The gauntlets flared with power, sending a shockwave through the ground that knocked back the remaining demons.

Nero nodded, eyes still focused on the task at hand. “Just keep them off Nico and the van. We don’t need her getting any ideas about joining the fight.”

“She’d probably enjoy it,” Corky remarked, cleaving through another demon with Gladius.

“Yeah, and then she’d charge us for the trouble,” Felix added with a smirk, punching another demon into a spray of ice and snow.

The last few demons were scattered now, their numbers dwindling as the group continued their assault. Corky, in particular, was on a roll, her movements growing faster and more fluid as she carved through the remaining enemies. Felix kept pace, his fists a blur as he pounded the life out of the demons with unrelenting ferocity.

Nero, spotting the final straggler, revved Red Queen one last time, sending the blade crashing down in a fiery arc. The demon let out a final screech before it was consumed by the flames, its body disintegrating into ash.

For a moment, the only sound was the wind howling through the trees, the battlefield littered with the remnants of their icy foes. Nero sheathed Red Queen, glancing at the others. “Everyone in one piece?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Felix replied, shaking the last bit of frost from his gauntlets.

Corky wiped her blade on her sleeve, a satisfied grin on her face. “Just a little morning workout. I’m starving now.”

“Same here,” Nero agreed, casting a glance back at the van where Nico was watching them, smoking a cigarette.

“You lot done yet?” she called out, leaning against the van with her arms crossed. “Or should I start takin’ bets on who’ll pass out next?”

Felix chuckled, pulling off Eryx and giving Nico a mock salute. “All clear, boss. Now, how about that breakfast?”

Nico rolled her eyes, climbing back into the van. “You idiots better not have wrecked my van.”

“Don’t worry, we have everything under control,” Nero said with a smirk, joining her inside. Corky followed, doing a little jig still hyped from the battle as she stowed her weapons.

Felix lingered for a moment, glancing back at the snow-covered battlefield. He threw that artifact far, and those demons were too slow to reach it.

He climbed into the van and slammed the door shut behind him.

The van rumbled to life and rolled away.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer had been driving for 3 hours. It was isolating. The other person in the car made no attempt at conversation. He felt cold even though he had the heater on full blast. The scenery looked so breathtaking and bright when he first drove this way. Now it seemed lifeless, tainted, and in a way, it was.

Adam: see that hill to the east?

Lucifer didn't acknowledge him, but he looked to where Adam pointed.

Lucifer: mm...

Adam: Take the next right, that'll be the perfect location~

Lucifer: ...for what...?

Adam: to go home! What better way for you to say goodbye! This is the road you took to get to the Hazbin, right?

Lucifer: yeah... it was

Adam: well, whi would have thought you be driving back with me~? I definitely didn't plan on leaving the monastery so soon!

Adam laughed, looking back out the window. Lucifer began to think of all he would miss on earth. His family. Well, he only had his dad and he wasn't the kindest or the most comforting. And he might not be too happy about his first grandchild being the antichrist.

That's when it clicked, Lucifer glanced over to Adam, who was looking out the window, a hand on his stomach. Fuck. He definitely didn't think this is how he'd have his first child. He was getting sweet on a woman back in Italy, her family owned a bakery. Made the best pastries Lucifer had ever had, he would always walk past in the morning, bringing her a coffee. They would talk for hours. Nevermind. He's committed himself to the Devil, to Adam... and their child.

Lucifer turned down the road Adam told him about. Trees and bushes lines the gravel road, if the open road felt isolating, this felt suffocating.

Lucifer: ...you said earlier you have children... how many?

Adam: 225. Why, want to meet them, Daddy~?

Lucifer shivered, he didn't like that. Was he really going to be a stepfather to 225 kids? Maybe this was a bit much.

Lucifer: who's the dad?

Adam: me! And I'm the mother, to answer your next question

Adam smiled, looking away from the window. He placed a hand on Lucifers knee, who couldn't help but jump.

Adam: they're out of the house, so yo don't have to worry about them.

Lucifer: any I would have heard of?

Adam: well, I birthed the first set of Hellborns. The imps, the succubus and the incubus, hellhounds, demons, the Sins-

Lucifer: the Sins?

Adam: the physical embodiment of each sin came from me. That was one of the first punishments my father put on me. Within weeks of falling to Hell I was nearly ready to birth Mammon. That's why he's such a bastard. Thinks he had it rougher than others.

Lucifer: ...what was Hell like, when you fell?

Adam: it was nothing. A wasteland. It was my job to populate it... make it was functioning as possible. As soon as the imps ans demons took off, they started building cities and communities. After 200 years, Hell is actually a great place to live! Some of the sinners have some interesting ideas, but they mostly keep to themselves.

Lucifer: why did you fall?

Adam: you're very curious today~

Lucifer: ... just want to get to know you... and my new home... where I'll be raising my kid

Adam: kid-S, but that's not important- I can't wait to show you our home, you'll love it!

Lucifer: wait- wait... kids? More than one?

Adam: well, yeah? I've never birthed one child, I once had 16- damn hellhounds.

Lucifed: good lord-

Adam: I know, wasn't a fun week, but they were adorable, so that made up for it!

Lucifer was slowly losing it. He really hope they didn't have 16 kids... not at once, anyway. Maybe 2... or 3. Hes the one that will be looking after them while Adams off being a menance.

Lucifer: will you be staying with us?

Adam: when?

Lucifer: once their born... will you stay with us- instead of doing... this? Whatever it is you're doing to spite Heaven

Adam: I've had many children before Lucifer, these are only special to me because you're their father- don't get me wrong, I love every child I've had. But these ones will be the future heirs to Hell.

Lucifer: i wish you'll stay with me... this will be so new... I know you've done this for thousands of years- but I'm only in my 30s. Please, Adam? Heaven isn't going anywhere- stay with me- with us? Raise these kids with me, we'll be a family, a real one

Adam stared at Lucifer. He could hear how desperate the man was. He hasn't had a family since his one in Heaven cast him down like he was nothing. But taking over the Vatican and tainting the earth had been his plan for hundreds of years.

Could he even make a family? He felt connected to lucifer, and he's never had children with another person before, it's always just been him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try the whole 'human family dynamic'.

Adam: ...I'll think about it, Luci

Lucifer: that's all I'll ask for, thanks Adam

Lucifer smiled at Adam for the first time in hours. It made Adams heart jump, he's definitely falling hard for this man. Looks like Adam has a lot of thinking to do.

Joking out the car window again, Adam thought about his future. But for the first time, his future was different.

Devil and the Priest!au

(Feel free to change the name- it's 1am where I am, so my brain is starting to fry lol)

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

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Lucifer drove through the country side, he's been behind the wheel for nearly 5 hours. He didn't realize how much of a drive getting to this monastery. He knew it was remote but this is getting ridiculous- he should have brought snacks.

He glanced out his window every now and then to take in the scenery. He's currently driving past a large body of water, where he spotted a small island. He wishes he was over there, with no worries or expectations. With no one but himself. The Vatican has been on his ass lately about making this trip. Apparently, there was something 'dark- and 'unsettling' at this monastery. If any of the priests he knew were anything to go by, it was probably just them. He swore they refused to die, they had more wrinkles than brain cells.

Lucifer turned his radio up, some type of rock song was one, it was a big no no to be listening to music like this, it's his car. Driver picks the music, and the Vatican shuts their cake hole.

Finally, as the sun was setting, Lucifer arrived at the monastery. The large stone building loomed over him, maybe the Vatican was right, this place was unsettling. He felt like he was being watched, the multiple colours in the sky masking how decrepit this place actually is. Pulling out a brochure from his pocket, Lucifer couldn't help but smirk, they're really trying to market this place like it's a holiday retreat.

Lucifer: "Welcome to the Hazbin. Find not only sanctuary and enlightenment but also beaches and the best crab around!" ...right, definitely staying away from the crab then...

After an exhausted sign, Lucifer licked his car and picked up his bags. Making his way towards the large wooden doors, Lucifer couldn't help but dread the next two or three hours, all he wanted was to hop into bed and close the world off foe a few hours but he'd probably have to take the whole tour and- ew- meeting people.

He shuddered at the thought.

Lucifer: I wonder if I could convince them to leave the formalities till tomorrow...

Lucifer gripped a huge, iron door knocker and banged it three times. He knew this could take a while so he prepared to get comfortable- until the door was pulled open.

Priest: Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin! How can I assist you this fine evening!

Lucifer: uh- yeah- hi, my name Luicfer, I've been told to come here by the Vatican- I've been told you're expecting me...?

Priest: hm... Lucifer...

The man flicked through a small book, humming every so often. What's the point in having glasses if you still can't read a damn book.

Lucifer: look man- sir- it's been a long drive, I'd really like to just get to sleep-

Priest: ah! Yes! Here you are, Lucifer! Please, come right in! We've been expecting you for hours, your overseer said you would be here this morning- but better late than never I suppose!

The man moved aside to let Lucifer in. He really didn't like this guy, but that's not new, priest are pretty... eccentric.

The man shit the door behind him, using at least six locks to secure it.

Priest: pardon my manners, Lucifer! My name is Alastor- Father Alastor. And I'll be your superior while you're here

Ah, great. He has to answer to this... lovely man. Forcing a smile, Lucifer did what he did best: lie.

Lucifer: that's very exciting Father Alastor, look forward to working with you and getting to know this place more personally!

Alastor: oh, I could imagine! I'm sure you've heard a lot about me! I've been in charge of five other monasteries before this one! All saw a raise in volunteers and profits.

Lucifer: that's fantastic, Father. It's a real honor to be working on this project with you-

Alastor: "project", yes, that's one word to describe it.

Alastor lead Lucifer down a long hall, hebcouldbt believe how quiet it was. He was told there were at least 60-70 nuns and other workers here but it just seemed abandoned.

Thankfully, Alastor showed Lucifer to his room, it was large with a queen bed in the middle. It didn't have much furniture, just a set of draws and a desk out looking the garden. It was dead and overgrown, but the air was fresh, he'll have to start taking up writing again.

Alastor: well! Lucifer, it is a real pleasure to have you here! Tomorrow I'll show you around and I introduce you to some of the other occupants here- there are quite a few so I do expect you to introduce yourself to some of them in your own time.

Lucifer dumped his bags on his bed, and turned to face Alastor.

Lucifer: that understandable. Thank you for this Alastor, I'll see you in the morning-

Alastor: bright and early Mr Lucifer. I like to get the day started as the break of dawn

Of course he does.

Lucifer: great! I better get some sleep then

Alastor: yes, you should. Goodnight Lucifer

Finally, Lucifer was alone. Or at least he hoped. He still hasn't shaking that feeling from earlier. Except this time, he was certain nothing was watching him, Alastor seemed to be the only other living thing here. And that's giving the bastard a lot of credit. Not once did he stop smiling- Lucifer already wants to wipe that look off his face.

All Lucifer wanted to do was sleep, so he got comfortable and started to drift off.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

The brothers' reaction to Mc suddenly experiencing a flashback Pt. 1

This has been rotting in my drafts for ages, but progress is slow. So I’ve decided to make this two parts. 

To clarify, the title basically means Mc getting 'confused' from the affection one brother shows them and starts re-living a traumatic experience because the act of affection in their head got 'mixed up' with the trauma due to the fact that both experiences are polar opposites.

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Mc is female, and this is not proof read.

Content warnings:

Lucifer's part: trauma, crying, panic attacks, past verbal abuse, past physical abuse, vomiting, self harm (hair pulling)

Mammon's part: trauma, crying, yelling, abandonment, past parental abuse, strong language, hyperventilation (panic attack), declaring hatred

Levi's part: lesson 4 spoilers, trauma, crying, yelling and screaming, betrayal, distrust, panic attacks, self harm (scratching), past toxic friendship

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Lucifer

It was a quiet night in the House of Lamentation, all of Lucifer's brothers had either gone to sleep or had cooped themselves up in their rooms.

The eldest brother was relaxing by himself in the music room, glass of Demonus in hand with one of his favorite records playing softly in the background. After all, Lucifer deserves to de-stress after a long day of paying Mammon's bills, doing all Diavolo's work and the usual responsibilities.

Suddenly, Lucifer heard a knock on the door. He told whoever had decided to visit him to come in, and was pleasantly surprised to find his partner, Mc, standing in the doorway, wearing sleepwear.

'Hello dear, would you like to join me?' the avatar of pride asked as he placed the glass of Demonus somewhere on the little table next to him.

Mc nodded. Lucifer patted his thigh in response, inviting the human to sit on his lap. Said human decided to accept Lucifer's invitation and leaned into his chest.

Lucifer ran a gloved hand through Mc's hair. 'Tell me, how come you are still awake?' he questioned. Mc looked up at the first born. 'My room was too cold.' Lucifer smiled at that response. 'And you wanted to use me as your personal heater?' Looking away bashfully, Mc nodded.

'I do not mind that at all, dear.' The dark-haired demon chuckled. He pulled Mc closer, squeezing their bodies together. Then, Lucifer proceeded to cup Mc's face with one hand as he slowly rubbed his thumb against his lover's cheek. 'I love you very much. Never forget that, am I clear?' The eldest brother praised his partner. 'You are all I have ever asked for.' The praise didn't stop.

Mc didn't know why. Lucifer didn't know why. But the gentle touches and sweet words triggered something within Mc. The human started tensing up out of nowhere, with breaths increasing every second and tears pooling in the eyes. It was all so sudden. Mc and Lucifer had been intimate before, even more intimate than this, and yet nothing had gotten such a reaction from the human. Before they knew it, Mc was having a full-on panic attack.

'W-why..?' the human managed to stammer between ragged breaths. Mc started fidgeting with a lock of her hair, and the fidgeting soon turned into violent pulling to distract herself from the overwhelming nausia and dizziness that was overtaking her. Let alone the cold and hot flashes that struck her one after another.

Lucifer had no idea why what was happening, was happening. Despite the situation, the demon tried his hardest to remain composed. For Mc.

'Alright dear, let's get you properly sit down, okay? You're just panicking, nothing bad is happening.' Lucifer's voice carried the tenderness of a mother hen. He gently picked Mc up, careful to not startle her more, and placed her down on a chair.

As he carefully got down on his knees in front of Mc while holding her trembling hands in his, Lucifer started to instruct the human to breathe properly again. But, his lover didn't seem to be reacting to his methods. She kept repeating the words 'why,' 'no' and 'I don't understand' between her rapid breaths. 'Mc, you're going to pass out if we don't fix your breathing, alright?' Lucifer explained. 'I'll do it with you, does that make you feel better?' the avatar of pride offered. At first, Mc didn't seem to be responding to this either, but eventually she calmed down enough to do some breathing exercises. Mostly because the dizziness was tiring her out.

Finally, the human's breathing returned to normal, if you don't count the crying as a part of it. 'Good girl, you did so well.' and as if on cue, Mc started throwing up. Lucifer quickly reached for the trash can and held Mc's hair back if needed, allowing her to do what she needed to do in the trash.

Lucifer noticed Mc was becoming agitated again due to the vomiting. 'Shh, it's okay. You can't help it. Shh...' But his words only made his lover cry even more. 'Please... Stop...' she weakly got out.

The eldest brother became increasingly more worried about the occasional comments Mc would blurt out. When the worst part of the whole ordeal was over, he decided to see if the human was in the mood to explain some of the things she was saying.

'Tell me, dear. What exactly do you want me to 'stop' with.' Lucifer quietly asked as he rubbed the top of Mc's thigh. '...That, all of it.' the human said. Even though she had stopped crying mere seconds ago, tears were already recollecting in her eyes. Lucifer was confused for a while, then he realized Mc wanted him to stop touching her. A pang of guilt quickly hit him as he reached the conclusion he had caused his precious lover's distress, so the avatar of pride quickly let go of her hand and thigh.

'Oh, Mc. I'm so sorry.' he apologized, shoving all pride aside. 'I'm sorry I hurt you so much. I love you-' Lucifer was cut off by Mc. 'All of it!' she got out before crying violently again. 'W-why are you so nice to me?' the human asked. 'You're supposed to hate me, stop telling me n-nice things. I-Instead...' Mc grabbed one of Lucifer's hands and started hitting herself in the face with it. '...Do this.' In response, Lucifer pulled his hand away as gently as he could without scaring Mc again. 'What? Are you gonna tell me I'm crazy too?' the human said in response as she started pulling her hair again.

That was when it hit him. Some scum of all three worlds had hurt Mc before, verbally and physically. Very badly too as it seems. He was absolutely throbbing with rage internally. If he ever got his hands on the foul being responsible for this, it would get bloody fast. 'Mc... do you think you can look at me?' Lucifer was completely distraught, but he kept it hidden. For once, the avatar of pride had no idea what to do. 'I need you to stay right here on this chair for a second. I'll be right back.' he said. After scanning Mc and checking the room for anything dangerous Mc could harm herself with, he left to get something.

Sometimes, when Lucifer is stressed, he goes on Akuzon to buy random cute stuff. Of course, he keeps it hidden from everyone and stores his impulsive purchases in a locked cabinet. Never had he thought they would come in handy one day. Lucifer grabbed a purple unicorn plushie from the cabinet and took it to Mc.

'Here you go, Mc.' he held the plushie out to his partner. The human stopped crying and carefully took the stuffed doll from the demon's hands and just stared at it. For a second, Lucifer thought Mc was going to cry again, but thankfully she didn't. The unicorn plushie seemed to be doing a good job in returning Mc's sanity. Lucifer patiently waited for the human to be ready to speak again as she inspected the doll.

Suddenly, Mc's shoulders started shaking faintly. 'Lucifer, I'm sorry.' The black-haired demon immediately got down to Mc's level to look her in the eyes. 'No, no. You have nothing to apologize for.' he responded. 'I- I don't know what happened...' the human said, squeezing the unicorn closer to her frame. She said she had no idea, but in reality she did. She had become suspicious of the loving way Lucifer treated her, because all she knew in the past was abuse. Unbeknownst to Mc, Lucifer had already figured this out in his head. The eldest demon frowned. 'Everything is okay now, and that is what matters, alright?' he said. Before speaking again, he took a deep breath. 'Can I hold you again?' Mc nodded. Slowly, Lucifer wrapped his arms around his precious partner. He felt a smile creep onto his face when Mc hugged him back, the plushie now resting on her lap.

'Mc, I am very proud of you. You are so strong. But those days are over now, so you can relax.'

Mammon (tumblr, please give us yellow text-)

'I'm telling you! If we put ace cards in our sleeves, pull 'em out during poker, making it look like we won, the cash will keep rolling in!' Mammon, avatar of greed explained with great enthusiasm. 'Mammon, the casino has security for a reason.' Mc teased playfully. 'If you really want to buy those shoes, you should get a side job or something. Cheating at poker will only get you in trouble.' the human continued. Mammon huffed dramatically at his partner. 'No way, work's too much of a pain.' he pouted. 'Guess we'd better go to bed, I'll think of a little something-something tomorrow.' the avatar of greed said. Mc gave him a quick hug before getting ready to leave the room. 'Okay, but no sneaking off to the casino at night.' she lightly poked Mammon's side. 'I wasn't planning to!' Mc looked up at him suspiciously. 'Also no stealing Lucifer's card.' The demon looked away. 'You got me there.'

Little did Mammon knew Mc had decided to pre-order the shoes before they even came out. So, the human had already gotten the shoes for him well in advance. Mc only had to wrap the box up in nice paper before gifting it to Mammon, which she did at this night. In the morning, the second born had a pleasant surprise waiting.

When dawn arrived, Mc made her way to Mammon's room, shoe box in hand. 'Morning, sleepyhead.' she said as she shone the flashlight from her D.D.D. in the demon's face. Mammon shot awake, shielding his eyes. 'Hey! Not cool, man.' he yelped as he tried to accommodate his eyes to the lighting in the room. Mc held the box out. 'Here, for you!' she smiled gleefully. Mammon's eyes widened. He tried to find words to say with a dumbfounded expression on his face. 'I- Mc, I uhh...' he stammered with an obvious blush on his face.

After a good slightly awkward 10 minutes, Mammon returned to normal. He tackled the human into a hug. 'Ah, Mc, you're the best! Now I ain't gotta steal Lucifer's card!' he exclaimed. Mc chuckled. 'Didn't I tell you no stealing?' she said as she rubbed his back. Suddenly Mammon became aware of what he was doing and quickly let Mc go. 'So uhh, you wanna hang out after RAD today?' he asked while avoiding the human's eyes. Mc snickered to herself before nodding. 'Sure!'

After school, Mammon decided to take Mc somewhere with his car. The pair got in and listened to dance music the whole ride. The avatar of greed decided to take his partner up a hill, where the stars were best visible.

'What do you think?' Mammon asked. Mc looked around her, taking the view in. 'I love it.' she replied somewhat absentmindedly. The demon crossed his arms. 'Right? You better love it! After all, the great Mammon-' he stopped talking the second he noticed a tear fall from the human's eye.

'Hey, human. What's wrong?' he questioned. Mammon thought Mc was crying because the scene before them was just so beautiful, but his theory was quickly proven wrong when his lover started hyperventilating.

Neither of them knew what just happened. Nonetheless, Mammon swiftly ushered Mc to sit down. 'Breathe, Mc. Nothin' is happening to you. The great Mammon's here to protect you.' he said as he held Mc's hand with one of his and rubbing her back with the other. The human was squeezing his hand back for dear life, as if she was afraid to let go.

When Mc finally calmed down after a while, she started to be able to speak again. 'A-are you gonna leave me here?' she uttered under her breath.

Mammon looked at her, completely taken aback from her previous comment. 'What?' he questioned out loud. Other than Mc's sobs, everything else between the two was completely quiet, and the started shaking more due to this fact. 'Just go, Mammon.' she breathed between sobs. Despite her words, Mammon remained completely still, gears grinding in his head as he thought about how Mc's sudden breakdown could happen. The second born's silence started to infuriate the human. 'Just go! You're so cruel, keeping me hopeful for so long!' she took a while to catch her breath after screaming so loudly. 'I fucking hate you! Leave me alone already!' then, another wave of tears hit her.

Mammon genuinely had no idea what to do. In fact, he was on the verge of tears himself at the sight of his partner breaking down like this. 'Mc, I'm not gonna leave you.' he carefully spoke. The human's head snapped towards him. 'Yes you are! Just like my mom! Always driving me places and leaving me there. You are the same!' And then it hit Mammon. Mc had been abandoned by her own mother, and it had left an impact on her. Sadness filled his senses as he tried to find words to say.

'Mc, I ain't your mom.' he said, trying to look the human in her eyes. 'I won't leave you some random place and leave you up to your fate.' Tears pricked at his eyes, but at least Mc seemed to be calming down. 'Even if you say you hate me... I still love you. Why would I leave my human behind, huh?' Suddenly, Mc came back to her senses and realized everything she just said. She started crying again, but this time out of regret.

The human let go of Mammon's hand and wrapped her arms around his neck. 'I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry...' Mc kept repeating those words weakly. This was the moment Mammon couldn't hold it in anymore. He tightly hugged Mc back while letting the tears stream from his eyes. 'It's okay, don't cry.' the demon said despite being in tears himself. 'You didn't deserve any of that crap.' Mammon said after the heavy crying was over.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you about my mom.' Mc apologized. Mammon shook his head in response. 'Don't, now I know who to beat the shit out of with Satan next time I go to the human world.' Mc smiled, and it warmed Mammon's heart. After that, the two decided to head home to sleep. After all, they were exhausted from the previous ordeal. The demon invited Mc to sleep in his room for the night, just to make sure she doesn't panic again. He waited for her to fall asleep before dozing off himself.

'The great Mammon's gonna protect you from now.'

Leviathan

Mc and Levi were playing games in the demon's room. Despite it being 3AM, both of them were wide awake and fixated on their game thanks to the amount of Mountain Demon they drank earlier.

The third born was absolutely destroying his partner in-game, and happily cheered after every victory. 'Yes! I remain the undefeated king of this game, haha!' But when he notices Mc playfully glaring at him, he suddenly becomes humble and awkward again. 'O-of course you did amazing... You're doing great for a beginner.'

Leviathan won every round, until it kind of started to bore him. He wanted to flirt a little with Mc. But, being the shy demon he is, he's going to have to find a subtle way to do so. 'Levi! I demand a re-match! I'm gonna win this one for sure!' the human exclaimed, holding her controller tightly in her hands. Levi nodded, avoiding Mc's eyes and started another round.

Then Levi realized something. If he was too shy to flirt with his partner, he could let her win a round. That way he could see her smile. So he decided to execute his plan. The words 'player 2 wins' lit up the screen. 'Wow, Mc. You totally beat me!'

Leviathan expected Mc to react in a positive manner. He expected her to throw her hands up in the air and cheer. He expected her to do a victory dance if she felt up to it. Instead, Mc stared with blank eyes at the screen with tears starting to collect in her eyes.

'...Levi? Did you let me win?' the humans voice sounded strained. The avatar of envy did not know what to do, or what to say. Mc's reaction was a complete surprise to him. 'I- I did. I'm sorry, did you not want that?' he carefully asked his question. The pair locked eyes for a while before Mc slightly backed away from the demon.

Mc let out a nervous chuckle. 'What are you trying?' she said as she started to scratch at her arm. Levi noticed what the human was doing and tried to reach his hand out to get her to stop, but Mc only backed away more.

'No! You're going to lure me in with sweet acts and words before betraying me too! Stay away, Leviathan!' Levi could feel his heart break at those words. Mc never called him by his full name, so when she did, he knew he did something seriously messed up.

'Mc, I'm sorry. I know I- I'm a gross, good-for-nothing otaku b-but I'd never hurt you.' the third born said, trying to keep himself together. 'Liar!' Mc screamed, scratching herself harder. 'You already tried to kill me once, what's stopping you from doing it again, huh?' every word the human spoke was like a dagger to the heart to Levi. He looked away from her for a while, before his instinct told him something was very wrong.

That was when he noticed it. The rapid breaths. The sweating. The shaking. Mc was having a panic attack, and there was nothing he could do without making it worse. Still, he decided to shoot his shot. The third born knows what it's like to have a panic attack, it hurts him to see his lover experience that kind of fear and pain.

'Breathe, okay?' he quietly told her. As could be expected, the human's panic only worsened. 'No!' she screamed, really loudly before hyperventilating.

Mc's scream was loud enough to alert Satan, who burst through the door of Levi's room. 'What is going on here?' the blonde demon asked. But upon seeing Mc panicking on the floor with Levi hesitating what to do, he had already connected the dots.

Satan's green gaze shot towards Levi. 'What did you do, you idiot?' he snarled towards his older brother. The third born's eyes met Satan's. 'I- I don't know! Please help her, Satan!' he pleaded. The avatar of wrath scoffed lightly before gently rushing to Mc's side, helping her calm down.

The whole time Levi watched his brother calm his partner down, he couldn't help but feel completely useless. More useless than normal. Finally, when Mc had calmed down, Satan glared at Levi again. 'Mc, what did he do? In what way do I have to torture his ass?' the blonde demon asked. Levi expected Mc to completely tell his brother everything he had done wrong, and braced himself for whatever torture he deserved. But instead, Mc smiled at the third born.

'Satan, he did nothing.' she said, and Satan looked at her in confusion. 'I'm sorry, I just got reminded of something unpleasant and panicked.' the human explained. 'You can go, it's all okay.' she continued. The fourth born took a good look at Mc to confirm the truth behind her words before leaving.

After Satan left, Mc got close to Levi and wrapped her arms around him. Said demon flinched, but quickly warmed up to the embrace and held his lover close. 'I'm sorry, Levi. Did I scare you?' Mc asked. Levi shook his head. 'You said you remembered something bad... what was it?' he spoke and Mc looked down.

'I had some pretty horrible friends back in the human world. But I don't see them anymore so it's fine.' Mc confessed. Leviathan frowned. Why would anyone want to hurt his Mc? The third brother squeezed the human closer to his body, forgetting all shame.

'I'm glad you got away, Mc. A-also, Lotan hadn't had any proper playtime in a while...'

[jiyi-jiyi]

Mammon, the demon heater! (Coldest days in devildom and Mammon gets a new job!)

-Lucifer-

At first, he’s too prideful to even admit that he’s cold.

But he soon realised that he won’t be able to do his work if he kept sneezing so he had to put his pride down for once.

He considered going back to his study when he was in front of the younger one’s room. After all it was 2 in the morning. He wasn’t even sure if the younger one was awake.

But he sneezed.

And the younger one just had to have good hearing. Then the door opened.

“Lucifer? I didn’t steal anything! The blizzard outside is way too strong and I can’t even talk to my crows in these weathers!”

“It’s not that… I…”

His pride can really be a ass. Just say that you’re cold and get a personal heater!

“Oh! Are you cold?”

“I…am. I am very cold.”

There we go! He said it! Trust me, it’s not easy to just step over your pride to say that your cold. (Well that only applies to Lucifer.)

“Alright, you can cuddle with me too.”

“Too?”

“Yep… just get in!”

Mammon pulled Lucifer into his room and let him lie down on his bed alongside the others. It felt a bit more warmer with the rest by his side but the coldness was still there.

When Mammon had gotten on the bed, the coldness wasn’t there anymore.

Lucifer, felt at peace for once. He even found himself drifting off into sleep. Mammon really is warm.

-Leviathan-

The moment he realised that from this day onwards, it would be cold for about a few weeks, he ran out of his room.

He has the COLDEST body out of everyone else in his family. So he knows that if he stays in his room any longer, he’d freeze to death. (His room is already very cooling with the fish tank and the air conditioner)

He ran around the house, trying to find the older one.

Leviathan found Mammon sleeping on the couch and he JUMPED right on top of him for heat. Mammon yelped when he felt something jumping onto him.

“WHAT THE HELL?! AT LEAST GIVE ME A WARNING LEVI!”

Doesn’t care about what Mammon said, he was just leaning into his warmth.

“What? You’re cold?”

“Shut up.”

Mammon only stifled a laugh and ruffled with Levi’s hair.

Maybe Levi should change Mammon’s name from scumbag to personal heater…

-Satan-

To be honest, it took him a few days to actually feel the cold. His room is filled with both old and new books. It’s so cramped that it’s surprising that he can sleep in there. So basically, it takes a few days for him to feel the coldness in his room

To be honest, he didn’t want to go up to the older one. It would be way too embarrassing for him.

Eventually, he decides that he’d rather be with a personal heater than freeze to death.

He noticed that the older one was scrolling through his DDD on the couch.

“Mammon.”

“C’mere, I know you’re cold.”

Immediately flops onto Mammon. No need for the words, they’ve done this multiple times in the past. It was basically a tradition in Satan’s childhood.

The tradition is basically where for a few weeks where Mammon is a demon heater.

“Geez, am I really that warm? I always thought that I had a average body heat.”

“You have no idea…”

Seriously? Mammon has no idea how comforting his warmth is. It’s like a big crow with huge wings that protects Satan from everyone else.

Satan should read some books about crows…

-Asmodeus-

Like Satan, he takes a few days to actually be trembling because of the cold.

He realised that the cold could really damage his skin and so he goes over to the older one’s room and knocks on his door. Almost immediately it opened.

“You’re cold right? Come in, I know that your skin could get damaged because of this weather.”

Woah since when did MAMMON know him so well?

Mammon just lies down on the bed and tells Asmo to lie down beside him.

ARM PILLOW!!

“My arm is going to be numb later, oh well.”

Asmodeus really dislikes the cold and the hot. But Mammon felt like the right temperature. He isn’t boiling hot but like a warm sun. His body heat isn’t as cold as Leviathan so it’s nice to at least have one family member who can be a personal heater.

Asmodeus probably has rated his brothers on how well they work as a heater. (Mammon was number 1 ofc)

-Beelzebub-

Yep, just like Asmo and Satan, he doesn’t feel THAT cold compared to Lucifer or Levi. (Same goes for Belphie)

But soon, he’s shivering while eating and he realises that he needs a personal heater.

The older one was eating his spicy cup noodle when Beel suddenly hugged him from behind.

“Beel? Whats up?”

“I’m cold…”

Mammon laughed and told Beel that he’ll cuddle with him after he eats his cup noodle finish

Beel doesn’t let go of the hug.

Mammon casually just walked towards his room, Beel still clinging onto his neck.

When Beel woke up, he found his other brothers around Mammon as well.

-Belphie-

He planned on sleeping through the coldest days.

But the cold got so bad to the point he couldn’t even fall asleep.

In the end, he had to find the older one as soon as possible if he wanted sleep.

He found the older one in the attic, with the excuse that he was looking for something valuable but in reality he was cleaning the attic for Belphie to have another place to sleep in

Belphie didn’t even hesitate to just jump onto him.

The moment they both fell onto the hardwood floors, the warmth that he felt was just perfect for sleeping.

“At least tackle me with a warning, Belphie!”

“Warm…”

Literally falls asleep the moment he felt Mammon’s body heat.

Seriously how does he have such a warm temperature even in the coldest days?

Oh well, at least they have a personal heater!

No one asked why Belphie was latched onto Mammon’s back. (Everywhere Mammon went, Belphegor is sleeping on his back)

[galvore]

𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋.

▸ demon brothers & the undateables ▸ 1.2k ish ▸ cum, lots of it and of all kinds. comes even in a few different colors. alluded breeding, facials and various cum related topics.

▸ brought to you all by the production of my hungover brain in collaboration with the tired agglomeration of bones and flesh that is my body and my unstable hormones.

🫀|| 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

The oldest brother is maniacal about his self care and his diet falls by default in this category. He prides himself in staying in shape as much as his stressful lifestyle permits, the only trace of it might be a slight tangier aftertaste on his harder days, but nothing that might result in being too off putting. His cum has quite average consistency, not too runny nor too thick, but quite above the average quantity of what you might consider normal, giving him the ability to give you both a facial and a pearl necklace to match in one try if he wishes to so, he enjoys seeing you wearing his mark as he is quite the possessive partner.

🫀|| 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

This demon’s cum might not be the most or the best tasting one, as much as he tries to brags on the contrary, but it does have its own peculiarities too, it actually glows like a molten precious metal would, which results to be quite mesmerising on a more white and translucent texture. It also happens to be impractically sticky and is awful to get stuck in your hair or even worse on your clothes, as Mammon tends to be quite fond of quickies, but instead of leaving behind a faded dusty stain, it leaves behind a glossy sheen when dried.

🫀|| 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

With his gamer lifestyle you can’t sadly expect much from him. Actually you shouldn’t expect anything at all as his cum resembles more the likes of battery acid rather than a normal body fluid. On the plus side it tends to be extremely watery in consistency and holds almost no color to it, resulting in an almost transparent liquid, that when he manages to cum straight down your throat, you’ll be spared from the fate of having to force it down, as the first response to the extremely bitter taste is usually spitting it back up.

🫀|| 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

This demon holds the peculiar quality of having a body temperature running higher than normal for no real particular reason other than casualty, making him basically a living heater. This also translates to his body fluids being warmer than normal, and for his cum, which already should be quite warm, ends up feeling like it’s almost burning whenever it braces your skin. You can quite literally feel the heat radiating off of it without even touching it and it’s not unusual to see steam rising if the room’s temperature or setting in which he orgasm has enough of a temperature difference. He found he quite enjoys feeding into his sadistic side by seeing your reactions whenever he chooses to cum across your back unannounced.

🫀|| 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

As the avatar of lust himself, his cum holds quite a few unusual qualities. Not unpleasant, but certainly unusual for someone not used to demon’s sexual connotations. His cum has a particular pinkish hue to it, not on the fuchsia spectrum, but a more delicate pastel colour with a few sparkles, quite literal craft glitter like sparkles, to it. It has both an anonymous yet entrancing taste and smell to it, made to fit everyone’s preference and most peculiar of all, it acts as a soft aphrodisiac of sorts, even with just a lick of precum you can feel the effects of it taking place, manifesting in a slight tingling right under your skin that enhances and prolongs sensation.

🫀|| 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

This big boy drinks his fruit juice, litres of it to be more precise, and you can testify for him. His cum tends to take the slight aftertaste of whatever flavour he’s been fond of in the month prior, after getting a taste of him you finally understand why he says he eats you out for his own pleasure, you’d spend hours with your mouth on him if you could. He also cums fucking buckets with the pair of breeder balls he’s been gifted with, no matter how fast you try to swallow, it will always end up spilling down your chin with how much cum he manages to pump out each time.

🫀|| 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

Another demon with a despicable lifestyle, very much like Levi, his cum could be classified as a biochemical weapon with how rancid it is, no matter what he tries his base lifestyle of mostly sleeping and an inconsistent diet affects his cum to the point it smells and tastes absolutely foul. It differs from his brother in consistency and colour, as his cum tends to be on the thicker and denser side, which makes it perfect whenever he chooses to cum inside you, fat globs of it immediately dripping down your slit as soon as he pulls out, but giving him head can resort in absolutely dreadful experiences.

🫀|| 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎

Not only does his body size translates in his load which ends up being quite a sizeable one that tends to come in multiple spurts and never quite all at once, but he also is built with the physiology of a true ruler. Translation, he is made to make an heir. His cum is the perfect quantity and consistency to stuff you full without dripping out too much with even just one load, and considering how Lord Diavolo is never satisfied with only one round, is safe to say you end up feeling quite full by the end of each session, without adding his fondness for cockwarming.

🫀|| 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Similar to his presence, which results quite anonymous but also never unpleasant, his cum is the most normal compared to human standards out of all of the demons, it had the perfect consistency of not sticking too much, quite runny but not too liquid and with a quite musky taste to it, with an occasional sour aftertaste whenever he is too stressed out from working as the personal butler of Devildom’s ruler. The only unusual quality but assuredly not unwelcome is that it does not leave a stain nor a smell behind, it seems to disappear on its own after you clean up, not leaving any trace behind, which comes in quite handy considering the amount of quickies you’ve been forced to have because of his schedule.

🫀|| 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍

Even though the quantity or first look of it might seem to be quite normal if referring to human standards, his holy qualities still manage to manifest themselves in the entirety of his being. His cum not only appears to be an almost cartoonishly pure white in opacity but also holds a slight pearl sheen to it that gets noticed only in bright light, which he tends to avoid when engaging in sinful activities. The most surprising thing about it though is the taste, if you could compare it to anything you’d say it tastes like pure ambrosia, not yet sugary sweet but at the same time you can’t get enough of it. When you finally managed to convince him to let you give him head, you felt like you unveiled one of the mysteries of life.

🫀|| 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍

This man has sold his soul countless times already, his entire body is littered in contracts upon contracts, if you think his body doesn’t reflect outwardly the inner decay of his soul you’d be mistaken. The most obvious unusual characteristic his cum displays is its colour, it’s pitch black, seemingly like ink, but maintains a denser consistency. It’s surprisingly almost odourless, with only a slight metallic musk to it. It’s quite sticky though and tends to cling on whatever surface it lands on quite a bit, hence why he prefers to see his cum on you, dripping down your chin or painting your torso, the unnatural look of obsidian contrasting with your sweaty skin feeding into his corruption kink.

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I'm just curious about your demon form HCs for Beel, Mammon, Levi and Diavolo.... I don't have anything specific to ask for, I'd just like to see whatever you have at all! Your HCs are really fun to read!

Thank you!! I’ve talked a lot about the brothers' demon forms (which can all be found in the 'demon form' tag or in my masterlist) and I have some general headcanons for them over here, too, so I’m not sure what else I can add without a more specific ask!

Dia, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked about, so here's some of the first things that come to mind!

•Diavolo’s demon form is reptilian in nature, very reminiscent of a western dragon. Unlike most reptiles, though, he isn’t actually cold-blooded. In fact, he constantly radiates warmth naturally, practically acting like a space heater with his ability to warm up any room he enters. When he exerts himself, his skin is so hot to the touch that it would be hard for a human to comfortably maintain contact with him, like the inside of a car that's been left in the sun.

•He has an impressive sense of smell normally, and it gets even more powerful in his demon form. He can learn a lot about a person just based on their scent, like where they’ve been, who they’ve been close to recently, and even how they feel if it’s an intense enough emotion. As well, he can use his long forked tongue to aid in smelling things, too, but he rarely does it in public. After all, it isn’t very proper for him to go around sticking his tongue out at people.

•In his true form, the majority of his body is covered in thick, protective scales, nearly impossible to pierce through and rough to the touch, like coarse sandpaper. His belly and inner thighs are an exception to this, the scales in those areas being much softer to the touch and having a smooth texture. The thinner scales means that he’s most sensitive there, and the drastic difference in sensation levels leaves him being surprisingly ticklish, when he’s caught off guard.