#obey me! asmo

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Something about the way that MC flirting with Asmo is actually subtle but them flirting with Mammom might as well be "WOW that's CRAZY. I'll need mouth-to-mouth cpr to recover, HOW TERRIBLE. Mammon, come here." is so funny to me

[mvmmoney]

[mammonswhore]

Lucifer: Asmo, I need you to fill out another application. This time do it correctly.

Asmo: Why?

Lucifer: You put pizza as your gender. Pizza isn't a gender,idiot.

Asmo: But everyone wants a piece of me.

[love-archer]

More to love. . .

♡ pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 (You're here!) ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.TW? SFW! Pregnancy, Fem!reader, Implied couple

♡♡♡. Two years brewing in my drafts 😵‍💫

. . . A S M O D E U S !

♡ Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust and embodiment of beauty, isn't typically associated with family life. Your fingers trace the lab report nervously. A baby. Your baby. His baby.

♡ That’s what’s whirling in your head as you stare at the lab report in the waiting room, fingers trace the laminated papers  nervously

♡ Would he accept this slowly or would he freak out? Wait, how can you tell him? Text? Drop it in a conversation randomly? Do those cute pregnancy reveal on Deviltube?

♡ The moment you decide to tell him is during a rare quiet evening in the Devildom. Asmodeus is meticulously applying his nightly skincare routine when you enter the bathroom, lab report clutched behind your back. "Darling?" His perfectly arched eyebrow raises, sensing something different in your demeanor. You slide the report onto his marble vanity, next to bottles of expensive serums and perfumes. His eyes widen, scanning the document. Silence. Then

♡ "PREGNANT?" His shriek could shatter glass. Dramatic reaction confirmed: tears sparkling like his favorite glitter eyeshadow  he launches himself into your arms. "A BABY? MY BABY? OH MY HELL!"

♡ His brothers will definitely hear this announcement. Lucifer will probably pinch the bridge of his nose. Satan would smack his door down, "Quiet down!". Mammon will immediately start calculating potential 'baby sponsorship' schemes with his modeling sessions. ♡ Asmodeus's excitement rapidly transforms into hyper-planning mode. ♡ Within days, he's calling every demon realm's top pediatric specialist. The pediatric specialists he consults aren't just doctors - they're the crème de la crème of the Devildom medical world. He has Solomon double-check their credentials and even gets Barbatos to recommend time-tested professionals who've dealt with human-demon pregnancies. ♡ He's ordering custom designer maternity wear for you (in matching sets, naturally). The maternity wardrobe he designs is EXTENSIVE. We're talking: silk robes with delicate demon realm embroidery, stretchy but luxurious dresses that "showcase your divine glow", custom pajama sets with his sigil subtly woven into the fabric, special occasion outfits for each milestone of pregnancy, even the undergarments are designer, because "comfort and style should never be compromised!"

♡ He's set into drafting elaborate nursery designs with themes ranging to "Royal Demon": Rich crimsons and blacks, with plush velvet and his signature roses to "Paradise Garden": Soft pastels with ethereal touches, butterfly motifs, and enchanted flowers that never wilt or to "Modern Devildom": Sleek lines with pops of neon, metallic accents ♡ Speaking of the nursery, with his never-ending favors to call in, he'd corner Leviathan or rather pester...

♡ "Leviiiii~ Don't you want to be the coolest uncle?" ♡ Finally, Leviathan would agree to use his brains and the cluttering materials in the ever-dim room to make a baby mobile. He'd throw ideas like Crystal flowers that catch and reflect light like anime sparkles or Something engraved with Asmodeus' mark in hot pink or one with a mirror....perhaps? ♡ From the moment pregnancy becomes real, Asmodeus persuades yoga into your monthly schedule after days with his sweet voice tugging you off the couch to pin you in his bed, cuddling and his hands rubbing your hips, his fleeting kisses on your cheek, "My darling.......Tension isn't good for either of you. Let me take care of those muscles."

♡ His idea of prenatal yoga is pure luxury - transforms his room into a private studio with scented candles, silk cushions, and ambient lighting. "Ambiance is essential for both beauty AND wellness, darling~"

♡ Always positions himself behind you during poses, hands carefully supporting your waist. "Just like that, love. Let me guide you..." His touch is surprisingly gentle, more caring than flirtatious.

♡ Gets absolutely delighted when the baby moves during sessions. "Oh! They're already developing my sense of rhythm!" He'll pause everything just to feel the movement, pressing soft kisses to your belly.

♡ Creates a special pre-natal skincare routine for you, researching safe ingredients for hours. His bathroom counter becomes divided between his products and yours, all labeled with cute heart stickers.

♡ Insists on documenting everything. Weekly photoshoots of your growing bump, decorated with flowers and silk ribbons. Has Solomon enchant a special album that captures magical 3D memories.

♡ The first time he holds the baby, his usual perfect composure completely dissolves. Tears pool at his eyes, but for once, he doesn't care. Keeps whispering "perfect, perfect, perfect" while counting those tiny fingers and toes.

❦ © love-archer 2024, all rights reserved ❦

[bite-sized-devil]

Summary: Mammon isn't stupid!

Asmo: *Crying on the floor.*

Mammon: "O-Oi what's wrong? Are ya alright?"

Asmo: *Sobs* "I fell!"

Mammon: "Yeah? We all fell? It's high time ya got over it!"

Asmo: "I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS YOU IDIOT!"

Everyone's out here writing amazing angst pieces about nightbringer and I'm just here having a silly little time.

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[luminari-mc]

The Demon Brothers (New) (7)

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Asmodeus: I can't believe it!

Satan: What is this about?

Belphegor: Is the makeup kit you wanted out of stock again?

Asmodeus: Are you kidding! It's much worse than this!

Asmodeus: I'm living a nightmare and this is all because of Mammon!

Mammon: You better shut your trap about this Asmo!

Lucifer: What did you two bicker about this time?

Asmodeus: It's about MC!

Beelzebub: Is it about Mammon or about MC?

Mammon: Asmo I'm serious!

Asmodeus: I needed to go into the kitchen to grab some ingredients for a special hand cream I'm making, but Mammon and MC were preparing dinner in there.

Asmodeus: And just when I was about to say hi to my sweet precious MC, they turned to look at Mammon and said "Honey, can you pass me the salt?".

Asmodeus: MC never called me "Honey" before!! Giving that name to Mammon before me is like giving the most expensive lipstick to a sewer rat!

Mammon: You're dead! You're absolutely dead!!

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER DAILY CHAT SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | brothers chats | dateables/side characters chats

expectation:

reality:

asmo wanting to have a sex dream but having his version of a nightmare instead is diabolical on the dev's part 😭 let my man be happy

[the-sheep-from-obeyme-real]

whos uhh,,, like other than mammon who do y'all think is the most like,,, like ,, easily made jealous?? the most . jealous,, like . if MC were to casually drop a "[something something] my boyfriend/girlfriend [something something]" whos going the most insane??? mammons not an option cause we all know its him but like other than him yk??

logically ig it might be levi cause hes like, hes the envy one. but hes not really that jealous over mc tbh?? like in comparison to the others?? i think lucifer or satan would be Annoyed as fuck, but ,,, idk???? ???

[angelinabowtie]

[jinxthejubilee]

I'll do a side character poll later.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

LOVE the fact that despite being complete opposites Asmo & Barbatos get along so well and have little bitchy gossip sessions. Absolutely hilarious from Solomon's perspective though cause that's like his dad and situationship

[mvmmoney]

obey me! NB is a comedy™️ actually

exhibit. A - asmo letting levi know his masochism is showing

exhibit. B - immortal dumbass cryptid being literal canon (curse is about him bc of course it is 💀)

[silenteyes]

That headcannon of the Child of the Cheshire cat was amazing! Their reaction to seeing MC be a floating head is amazing! I hope you'll make it a series! If you do and do the child of the queen of hearts I can just see MC just cooing over Luke

I'm so sorry it took a while to reply, but thank you! If I get asks about it more I'll definitely write more, but it is a plan to make it a series! Thank you for the request though (is it one? I don't know, never got one!), Miss Hearts is definitely an interesting individual with an interesting personality, I hope you enjoy this!

The Child of Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts

An Obey Me Series where the MC/you are the child of a fairytale character!

Characters: All of them minus the S4 Trio (I haven’t gotten there yet, and I fear I’d make them too OOC, apologies!), Gender-Neutral MC

Lucifer

Oh dear Diavolo. You were uptight. So VERY uptight.

When you had first arrived, you were dressed as if you were royalty. Well, to be completely fair, you were - but no one knew that yet.

Everything had to be on time for you. And you had a very wayward sense of time. It complicated a lot of things.

Lucifer never admitted it, but he kind of liked how you could reign in your brothers. You had that ability to make everyone hear you AND listen to you.

When he had gotten over his initial judgement of you, he realized that you were just a bit... crazy?

(It feels like he dealt with someone like this, maybe in another life. He remembers a sort of cat-like presence. Maybe it was just him.)

You were extremely good at chess, and card games.

You were very demanding. You’re way of speaking seemed a bit weird to him too. (”Off with your heads!”. Really? Is this an execution?)

You were good in court, seeing your performance in the academy's debate club.

He's slightly intimidated, but he finds that getting on your good side is easy with just blood red roses and some chocolate (that is, if you aren't allergic to them)

Mammon

Y ou were so much like Lucifer, at first. He hated it!

You... made him roses? Paper roses? Painted them? A HUNDRED OF THEM?

He honestly almost had a heart attack FOR you, what in the name of Diavolo were you thinking?

He had hung around you after that, mostly out of guilt. During those times, he did grow to like you and enjoy your presence.

You and him are GREAT gambling buddies. You somehow always win against the other party.

Somehow, you think of the best punishments for the other party when they lose? It’s amazing and he stays in awe every time.

He knows you’re not some normal human.

No offense, no normal human would act and dress like you

He literally cannot resist any request from you, he spoils you a lot. He has a feeling you do it on purpose.

Leviathan

How were you so rich with ACTUAL gold? He sensed it the moment you entered Devildom.

Levi avoided you, but to be fair, he avoided everyone. Mostly you because you felt... off.

The first time he met you PERSONALLY, he thought you were very bossy.

He disliked how you thought you were like all that, ordering everyone around.

He never got along with you, and he thought you disliked him too, at first.

One day, the brothers all went out and he thought you followed them, but there you were in the kitchen, making tea.

You immediately invited him over, and he wanted to decline, but you had already poured him a cup of tea.

He sat down, and he was immediately thrown off because of how talkative you were. You were asking him about anime, games and much more.

He wanted to cry tears of joy. Someone who was open to the same interests he had? He would never have to play games alone again!

From that day onwards, he made it his mission to introduce you to modern-day pop culture.

Satan

He thought you were a self-absorbed royal. Yes, royal.

With how you dressed he wouldn’t be surprised, honestly.

He was interested in you, though. So he had walked up to you one day and struck a conversation.

Surprisingly (to him), you actually had a pretty nice personality! Maybe a bit haughty, but he thought it might’ve been the way you were raised.

He could tell you had a kind heart.

The two of you often hang out at his room for tea parties, and discuss books.

He brought you into the “Lucifer Hate Club” shenanigans

You both bond over cats.

You’d ramble about a certain Chesire, and he’d listen intently.

Asmodeus

With such an amazing sense of style, suffice to say he fell in love with you at first sight

Asmo would always have you go out with him

Shopping, mani-pedi, shopping again, eat, and shop

It was an endless cycle

If you wanted to consider which demon brother you’ve had sleepovers with most, it’s Asmodeus

Sometimes, you all surf the web to judge on other people’s fashion styles

It usually ends up with him writing an essay-long advice for the person while you watch him

Cafe dates, lots of them.

Asmo is just THAT influencer, but he still pays attention to you

“Oh, you look fabulous, hun. Most magnificent human I’ve ever laid my eyes upon! Obviously, out of all beings, I’m still the most gorgeous!”

Beelzebub

This human smelt funny… smelt too much like flowers and smoke and war -

But then he smelled the butter, tea, chocolate, scones

Yeah he tried to eat you

He didn’t get to, obviously, but a jewelry was eaten!

… Along with some hair

Don’t worry, you’re not bald

You avoided him like the plague for a while

But then he came in with puppy-dog-eyes and a pout that reminded you too much of her, though you’ve only heard tales and saw paintings

You forgave him grumpily

You both bond by you making tasty sweets and him eating it

You both also like fencing!

You were excited to spar with him, finally able to practice to make sure you won’t get rusty

Maybe this glutton isn’t so bad, after all…

Belphegor

Oh, you despised him at first sight

You weren’t so foolish as to believe him, but playing pretend is something you’re really good at

When he had finally ended you (or so he thought), you were livid

You were wearing your favourite clothes, no less, one that reminded you of home

All of it… teared and ripped to shreds.

You both had a rocky relationship after that

It was only because of Beelzebub that you both tried to get along

He never apologized, but you could see it through his actions that he was trying

You appreciated it

Actions speak louder than words

(Though your mother only wanted an apology, you wanted to be better. Words were useless if there was no sincerity)

After a few weeks, you finally decided to forgive him

Only because of Beelzebub.

It was only after that that you both realized startling similarites

You both loved piano, and chocolate!

You guys begrudgingly hang out, but will never admit that you enjoy each others’ company!

Diavolo

The Queen of Hearts was someone he respected

He enjoyed her company as well!

To receive the child of Her Majesty was an honour

He babied you immensely, only because he had promised to keep you safe

Even though you were in school, you weren’t rid of your royal duties

That means paperwork.

He’d invite you for teatime, but usually it’s for filling out paperwork

Don’t worry, you both mourn about your wasted time together

Barbatos would have to threaten you both to get you guys working

You find that he and you have many things in common

Child of a major royal, heir to the throne, all that jazz

You often hang out with him, only to get a sense of familiarity

Your mom would be royally pissed if you forgot “Royalty 101”

You both played chess often, though it ends in ties

Yeah, he’s definitely the most normal out of every demon

Barbatos

You adored him

He reminded you of the White Rabbit, your best friend and assistant

You’d order him around, and he’ll follow without complaint

Finally! Someone who treats you like how you should be treated!

The again… this isn’t your realm…

Barbatos often indulges you with sweets and pastries

He was the second best butler, most definitely

Your homesickness would be cured with only his presence

He is the oddest one of them all

You knew nothing about him

A certain Chesire’s voice would ring in your mind

“Curiouser and curiouser…”

Oh, he also reminded you of the Caterpillar

You could only be glad he isn’t smoking

Simeon

The angel was an absolute… angel!

Oh, he was so kind and nice and indulgent

The subjects in Underland were rarely like him, it was refreshing!

Most of them were anxious and loud and hyper

He was one of your favourites

Simeon finds you interesting, and would often ask questions which you only answered in riddles

Well, you could say Mad Hatter rubbed off on you

He has a botanical garden he shares with Beelzebub and Barbatos, and now with you

The roses were your favourite, and Simeon made sure to take really good care of them

His favourite were white roses

He was confused when none were left, but then he smelled… paint?

You were painting the white roses?!?

He almost had a heart attack and had to explain that the flowers can’t have paint on them

If you wanted naturally red roses, he had some at the back of the garden

You stared at him in awe

“YOU HAVE ROSES THAT ARE RED? THAT HAD NOT BEEN PAINTED AND ARE STILL RED?”

Oh dear…

Luke

Oh… this sweet child

The Underland had always taken a liking to children, especially after Alice

But Alice had never returned, and you never met her, or any normal child

A child’s imagination and happiness was what you needed to keep alive

So, instead of ordering him around like you did with others

You indulged the child with fairytales and stories

Luke loved you to bits!

You never acted patronizing towards him, even though he knew you treated him like a child

He had cried once, when everything was getting too much, when everyone was bullying him

And you were pissed

Children should not be crying and frowning, they should be giggling and having fun

The demon brothers got an earful

He looked up to you after that, often copying your way with words and your movements

It was like having a mini you!

… Was this how your mother felt when she had you? When she met Alice?

Blegh, who cares!

You remind yourself everyday to ask Luke if he’d like to visit Underland one day

You’ll ask him before leaving Devildom.

He’s your #1 favourite in the whole Devildom, no one else

Besides, he even bakes for you! All for you!

Solomon

“Alice in Wonderland?”

You paused and stared at him when he said that

He immediately got goosebumps, and he could only be glad your head wasn’t as huge as your mother’s!

You were suspicious of him, at first, but then he revealed to you he was a sorcerer

(He was terrified that you’d actually cut his head off, so he said that to divert your suspicion but what were you even suspicious about was what he was confused with)

He reminded you of the Mad Hatter!

Solomon was definitely mad.

And not a normal human being

He loves to irritate you, but he always make sure you know to not take it to heart

It was… refreshing

You hated his dishes, though

Heaven forbid he cook for you again, because the one time he did you looked him straight in the eye with a blank gaze

“If you cook for me ever again, it will be off with your head.”

You emphasized your point but flicking a card from your deck straight to the wall

It got stuck. In the damn wall. Because it cut through the wall.

You intimidate him.

I’M FINALLY DONE! I’m so sorry to the anon who requested this, it took quite literally ALMOST A YEAR! My motivation to write was down the drain, so I apologize. I also got confused a lot while writing, but I hope it is coherent enough

[undeaddevildom]

Beel will sometimes grab his necklace like he's clutching his pearls, he picked it up from Asmo who often does actually clutch his pearls

[bite-sized-devil]

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Script fic made for @delphi-dreamin 🍄🌸

Summary: Bad Asmo! Bad! *Sprays him with a water pistol*

Lucifer: "MC, I have procured some wine from the human world. Perhaps we could have some with dinner?"

Beel: "Are you both going to wine, dine and 69?"

Lucifer: "... Really MC?"

MC: "What? I didn't teach him that?"

Asmo: *Tries to sneak out of the room.*

Lucifer: "Oh Asmodeus, where are you going?"

MC: "Beel, do you even know what that means?"

Beel: "Yeah. And if he's not up for it... I am."

Thought I'd forgotten about you didn't ya! But I didn't, I just feel nervous making things for you 😅😅 anyway I love you, and I hope you like it 🌻🌻

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @sassykattery @alexxavicry @your-next-daydream @rosanism @marvelous-maniac @kyungjoon-do @ria-demon29 @itsmeninerz @allielozoya @spookyscaryskeletonn @zarakem @tea-time-writes @yuujispinkhair @attic-club-sandwich @whimsiecat @bontensbabygirl @lostsomewhereinthegarden @simpsations @randomnerdthingz @writerig

[storysofmyown]

An Angels Promise

Alone, and slowly being corrupted after Simeon fell, Luke slowly starts to doubt the Celestial Realm. Perhaps its time he does good on that promise he made to himself, all those years ago, when his brothers wings were still white, and he himself, was just a child.

Non-linear story. Slightly inspired by a "A Sadness Runs Through Him" song.

Word count: 4,612

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, sadness, abandonment, food.                     

If i missed any let me know so I can add them to the mini list.

Read on AO3

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There was no sun. It was exactly like the angel remembered, a picture he could never erase from his memories. One that had even given him nightmares as a kid. One which he had gotten wrong trough so many years, one that even if the memory of the place stayed the same, the context…the way he saw it, didn’t. Before, it was the place from which nightmares were born, a place where if he even thought about it for more than a second it brought tears to his eyes, and he would be cowering behind an older brother. Tears in his closed eyes as he grabbed onto one of his eldest brothers’ clothes, almost begging for the sight and name of the place to be taken away from his mind. Somewhere he would have given everything to be taken away from him, a place where he would never step inside, the very place from which fear and evil were born. That’s how he saw it, but that was before…and that was a long time ago.

****

A soft hand patting his hair. Warm light blue eyes watching over him. Wings wrapped around the small angel. He didn’t know what fear at that moment was, like he had never experienced it. A far away memory that if he truly wanted to forget he could, because at that moment he was safe. That’s how he had always felt when his older brother was in proximity. The Archangel always radiated light, warmth…no matter what dangers could be imposed at that moment, no matter what the world had thrown at the two, Luke would always feel safe in Simeon’s arms, in his brother’s presence. It was quiet moments like those that Luke truly treasured. Moments where no word was spoken, where he and the archangel could just stay in silence and feel home…because that’s how Luke saw it. If Simeon was there, he was home. He was safe.

With closed blinds to hide the eternal sun of their realm, a sun which never settled, light still making its way inside the room, the angel was drifting off. Safe…happy. The hand still patting his head, eyes drifting closed ever so slowly, time wrapped around their home. Wrapped their closer family. It felt like eternities from the moments in which he opened and closed his eyes, trying to fight off sleep. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon from the cookies they had baked earlier, lingering in his closed off room. A small room in a big house, full of angels that were meant to share it. A big house, that wasn’t his home, Luke would later come to understand. But the bond he shared with his brother. A bond that Luke believed to go through every moment in time, a bond that would keep him calm, just like at that moment. One that prevented him from hearing the words uttered moments before he finally drifted off.

****

They were lies. All lies. Carefully crafted and manipulated to reach the furthest and most isolated areas from the Celestial Realm. Nothing but pure lies and Luke knew it! The fact that his brothers would doubt Simeon like that, believing such things. It hurt. It hurt more seeing Simeon’s expression whenever angels started muttering things as they passed. Furthermore, it ignited anger inside the small angel, anger he knew was wrong, unjustified. Anger he would later find to be ridiculous, and before that would feel guilty about it. Before he could experience those facets, he felt the anger burning, until Simeon smiled. Offering the small angel to go pick some baking materials, so they could try something new. It was at that moment that Luke would understand that the reason Simeon was strong wasn’t because of his powers, but his heart, his kindness. It was at that moment that the young angel felt the fire of anger be extinguished, if only for the time being. And it was for that very reason that Luke never truly believed the rumors, even then…even after so many years, even after he saw it for himself. The small angel nodded, holding his brother’s hand and looking back at the others as Simeon kept walking forward. It may be the direction in which they were going, but to Luke it meant something else. It meant strength. And by Father, if Luke didn’t admire Simeon already, he certainly did now. The lies hurt Simeon. He was able to see it in the archangels’ eyes as they walked past some of their brothers. It was a distant expression, it was a darkness covering the blue in his eyes, it was the way he only looked down, his shoulders fell, and the smile flattered…but didn’t disappear. Because even if Luke could tell Simeon was affected by the words, by the looks…the archangel kept a smile. The angel deep down always knew it was for his sake, to appear strong. And while the rumors never turned out to be a lie, that smile was. But even if it was indeed a lie, it never took Luke’s admiration from his brother.

A smell of apples and sugar. Dough raising in the oven, milk warming in the stove. A small serving for each, and then a little more before bedtime. Praises given; recommendations took. And perhaps just another serving of pie, with the idea of making ice cream the next time. And a promise to save some for Michael. A moment savored by the two and being forever saved in Luke’s heart as he closed his eyes. And the last thought that crossed his mind in that very moment was how strong Simeon was. And a promise to himself. Once he would believe it to be futile, to be a lie, one unachievable, one that his brothers would take away from him. A promise he would believe to be wrong…until he finally fulfilled it, and util instead of shame it would bring pride to the angel as he found out that perhaps what he had always believed was wrong.

****

Demons. They were bad, horrible, evil creatures that install hate and torment into humans. The humans they, as Angels, were meant to protect, were the objects that suffered because of demons. The demons and angels couldn’t be more different from one another even if they wanted to, even if they were from entire other planets. This went from their actions to their nature, and the very same realm they inhabited. The celestial Realm was full of light and brightness, there was a feeling of warmth all around it that put anyone who stepped into it in a state of peace. It went for the very trees to the main hall, and the people in it. It was who they were, goodness, light, love, protection. They were the embodiment of everything that was right, they were the protectors of every being, including humans and all other living creatures. But demons…

They were the exact opposite of what an angel was. They were a creature made of absolute darkness, full of hatred and sins, searching for destruction instead of creation. The realm was always dark, there was no sun, and it was illuminated by nothing but the countless stars and sometimes the mood. A moon Luke would have thought of as beautiful if he had dared to see it clearly. To not see it with the blinded misunderstandings and thoughts he had of everything that was below the Human World. But now, to him, it was the worst place he had ever seen. From the darkness of the place, the animals, and the feeling of danger he experienced in every corner of it, Luke could see why the angels and the demons were natural enemies. So, why? Why was Simeon, the archangel, the one which Luke trusted the most, talking so normally to demons?!

There was a feeling of betrayal. As Luke hid behind Simeon, grabbing onto his cape, the archangel laughed and talked to Lucifer, a demon, as if they were old friends. Which perhaps was the case. At some point Lucifer and his 6 brothers had been angels, in fact, they had been powerful angels. They thought about them, if ever so slightly. They were told about the 7 brothers that instigated a war and fell from their holiness to the depths of the devildom. But it didn’t matter how powerful or graceful they used to be! It didn’t matter if Lucifer used to be the favorite of their Father or if he, Simeon, and Michael used to get along! He was now a demon, and angels should fight demons, not be friends with them, so, why?! Luke couldn’t understand, and he wouldn’t understand it for a long time. And neither would he understand Simeon’s response when he asked about it later, after they were partially safe and hidden from demons in the place called “Purgatory Hall”. ‘True family isn’t forgotten so easily, Luke.’ That’s what he told him, and Luke had been forever confused about it.

****

Luke had forgotten many things as he grew up. He had forgotten how dark the devildom was, or how tiny he used to be compared to him now, he had forgotten his fear towards the devildom and just thought of it as a faraway memory. He had forgotten what it was like to bake for someone, so sit a share a meal with them, talk about their day, and have a person to help him, to ask questions to who wouldn’t just tell him to stop doubting God. Furthermore, he had forgotten his devotion to Michael as well, along with why did he ever think it would be a good idea to follow someone as blindly as all the others did. But he never forgot his brother. His real brother, they may all call themselves family, calling God father, but they weren’t really family, no. They were…. Strangers, bosses, they weren’t people with which Luke sat and talked.

Talk about that one human he had met long ago that was nice to him. Talk about a new recipe he had found, or about how tiring the training was ever since some higher angels discovered his blessings were stronger than most angels his age. No one to simply sit in front of a fire and be family with. Maybe he was remembering it wrong. But the feelings of emptiness ever since Simeon had disappeared never left. That loneliness he felt…that desolation. They were a family, Simeon was his older brother, and Luke was the little brother. And even if he hated it when he made fun of him or called him cute, he wished those moments had come back. He prayed to Father to wake up, and that Simeon would be back, saying that he was late for his training. Every single day that passed in the celestial realm, every week, and the years that came along, as Luke grew up with everyone around him saying he would be a strong angel meant nothing to him.

Some angels said he was lucky he had managed to get away from Simeon. But Luke never got away from his brother, from his memory or what he had thought of him. The archangel may have disappeared one night without a trace, without a word, without goodbye or even a warning, but to Luke he was never truly gone. And to Luke, the lies that had infected every single angel in the realm, were nothing but that. Lies to make their brother look bad, make him seem like his heart, kindness, and empathy for those lowers demons was something else. At first, the young angel didn’t understand it. Simeon had disappeared, and everyone was talking about how it had taken so long for him to vanish. Luke couldn’t understand why they were so unbothered by the disappearance of their brother. But he remembers the relief in some of their eyes as they took Luke away from the space they shared, saying how he would not be infected by Simeon’s beliefs anymore, that he was safe in their father’s arms.

He came to understand later that they all believed Simeon to be a traitor to their race. They all believed he had betrayed them in favor of demons he had known as Angels. Luke never believed it, even if his view on Demons had been slightly changed by the time he spent in the nightmarish realm with Simeon, he couldn’t believe it. Simeon wouldn’t just renounce his angel hood to be down there. He wouldn’t leave his position as an archangel; he wouldn’t leave Luke for some demons. That’s what Luke had always told himself, but slowly it all made sense. It all clicked together, the way he had reaction to all the supposed lies and rumors, how he seemed to be more at ease with Lucifer than he was when speaking with Michael. How he seemed happier in the Devildom, happier than Luke had ever seen him on the place they called home. On the realm from which they came. At some point, the assurances of all others, along with the things Luke never forgot, started to make sense. Simeon had left the Celestial Realm for the devildom.

Luke already knew it. And for a long time, he believed that he had made peace with it, thought that Simeon was no longer his family, no longer the angel he once thought of him, no longer someone worthy of keeping his promise. Or that’s what he thought…that’s what he believed for so longer. But how easily that came crashing down on a gray day. Very few rays of sunshine making their way through the thick clouds. The sun had just risen, yet it was blocking them, as if it was hiding, Luke would have thought in his younger years as an angel. But he was a young angel no longer, he was no longer a kid, in need of protection and assurance. He was grown, he was close to the position of Archangel himself. So why…why was he shaken at the sight in front of him. So different…eternally changed, so…happier, darker…so much of the same kindness of the blue eyes he had felt safe with. Why was he shaking, why was his sight blurring with tears as the demon Simeon stood before him, with a smile?

****

Something was…wrong. Something entirely, and inheriting, absurdly twisted. Like the whole world and its purpose had been turned around on its own, and now everything that once was upright was hanging from what used to be the floor, and yet no one realized it. No one except Luke. Who was standing on the outskirts of the realm, gazing at the place he had grown up in. Luke knew something was wrong in the depths of the realm, he had suspected a darkness hidden by the blinding light that surrounded everything for some time now. What some angels said was their purpose was to contradict the beliefs of their Father. It was all too confusing, too strange, too…rotten. It took him some time to understand it, and even more to accept it.

The celestial realm was no longer the place Luke had thought it was…no. The truth was that it had never been that place at all. Perhaps that’s why Simeon had left. The reason he once awoke by the noise of an alarm blaring through the whole realm, shaking him to his core…completely alone when Simeon had promised to stay the night. His elder brother was gone…and Luke never saw him again after that. The rumors and lies…they took over far worse than they had ever done. It was all about the traitor…no longer an archangel, but a traitor. To their entire race and kingdom but to Luke he would always be the angel that would sit with him and tell him that he should bake the cake at a lower temperature, to not use too much energy when concentrating in the classes, to be mindful of others. The angel that had taught him that demons weren’t that bad.

And Luke refused to believe that was the case. After all, if demons weren’t all that bad, why would they teach them that in the celestial realm? Why would they make up lies and insinuate things like that when there were so many things that needed angels? At first Luke tried to make it seem in his head like Lucifer, his brothers and Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were really an outlier from the norm. Demons that didn’t really fit the mold of what demons should be. For the brothers he rationalized it as their previous angelic form still being present in some ways, but for the other too; he thought that perhaps they were too powerful to be influenced by whatever bad every demon had in themselves. In the future, once he became grown, big…wiser, he would come to understand how wrong those assumptions were. And that it wasn’t those demons who didn’t fit the mold, but that the angels no longer fit their purpose. He understood it the moment he saw Simeon again…a demon. Because how could someone so kind…so amazing be a demon, if they were really all that bad?

****

The shapes were all blurred, his own reflection staring back at him, the chill in the air outside with the snow making the small angel feel goosebumps in his arms. It was cold, to the point where even inside the house his breath could be seen, and it known as fogging up the window from Purgatory hall as he gazed outside. Into the Devildom. Luke sighed, rubbing his hands together and hiding them inside his light blue sweater Asmodeus had gifted him not too long ago after Lord Diavolo decided to make a gift exchange. It was…odd. Demons celebrating and enjoying themselves on a holiday like that, it certainly didn’t sit right with Luke. Another thing that didn’t sit right with Luke was how…normal they were. Had he not known he was in the devildom, he wouldn’t be able to tell the demons from Solomon, a human.

Demons…they were bad. That’s what he had been thinking all his life. But Simeon had asked him to give them a chance. And he begrudgingly stayed…and had it not been for all the things he had been thought, he might have liked being along with the demons. Beelzebub had helped him after he had his disagreement with Simeon, and Barbatos was always willing to teach him anything. Lord Diavolo, although scary at first, was someone he found fun to be around. It is strange, feeling like he should hate all of them, like he was doing something wrong by spending time with any of the demons and actually enjoying it. But he simply didn’t have it in him to hate them like the angels wanted him too. Not when Simeon got along so well with them, not when in the short time he had spent with those demons he could say surely that he cared more for them, and that they cared for him; more than some angels in their realm did. And they certainly cared for one another way more than most angels did…

The minutes passed, and Luke was still lost in thought. He had started drawing with his finger shapes in the window as he gazes out onto the nature of the devildom. A place that at first gave him nightmares, to the point where he had to ask Simeon to stay with him. It was horrible, and it was scary. But now…with a cup of hot cocoa besides him, the sound of laughter and conversations came from the hall where Simeon had invited the brothers to talk, he wondered. If perhaps the angels were wrong, if perhaps…they had missed something along the way that made them all think of demons in different ways. Because with what he had seen, and how he felt, and how he knew Simeon felt…there was no way, in all three realms, that demons were as terrible as they had thought him, they were. But still…Luke was an angel; he had a duty as well as Simeon. So instead of going out, like he desired, he went to his room, wondering how Simeon would be so close to demons, even if they seemed to be nice…even if they were kind.

****

One week. One week. That was all the time to look for him. Not a day more, not even a second glance into the disappearance of one of their own. It took them less than two breaths to decide he was not worth looking for, and it would take Luke three entities and a few more days before he was able to live down the ache he felt at that moment. Abandoned by the angel that had promised to be there for him always, something in him was turned off. A small Angel full of wonder and amazement, passion for his future and for the hobbies he loved. All burned down in less time than it took for one to love something. It has taken Simeon many years and centuries to build the closeness that they had originally had. And it took him less than a week to break it entirely, and make the small angel wonder if he had imagined it all, and his fate was to always be alone.

****

Royal and bright palaces, bathed in a golden rust that dignified even those of impure eyes. Now, red like the blood and desire of those below the surface, which were condemned by the fire. Alarm blaring so impossibly loud even humans could hear if they cared to pay attention at all. Snarling, panting, lighting made from hate, it was all coming for him. It was all just so close… He wasn’t going to be able to make it. He wasn’t going to reach it. It was on sight, worst of all. His injured wings were doing the best they could to carry his heavy body towards the edge of the realm, but it was all too much. How was he meant to reach the other end? And even if he did, how was he meant to survive the fall? Many times, were his name called, he could feel the ghost fingertips on his wings and clothing as they tried to pull him back into the sphere or numbness behind them all. It was like the hellish forces had changed their current home and decided to invade that which had always been known for the exact opposite. He could imagine the red eyes glaring at him, the intent to kill, only subdued by the orders of Michael himself. And yet…and yet those weren’t enough, the holes in his wings were proof enough of that, the lances falling just behind his heels and behind him made it clear even his word was not enough…not enough to save those they deemed traitors. How had Simeon managed to escape that night, he wondered. How had he managed to slip away to the very end of the realm and proceed to break tough the clouds, jumping into the void that would take him to his new home without anyone noticing him?

There hadn’t been a single angel that had ever made themselves fall willingly. That was the reason, Luke reminded himself as he yelped, just managing to avoid a sentencing fire spell that fell right in front of him, making the young angel change directions momentarily. The Mob, behind him, ached for blood and for a punishment for the traitor. He should have been more careful. He should have thought about it more throughout, it should have taken him years to properly plan an escape, but no, of course not. It was a whim, a still childish wish from a now adult. It was like his inner child had come up from all those years of numbness installed by the realm, in the need to see his true family, that before he knew it, he was flying to the edge, and before he could even properly think of hide himself, they had shut him down.

A large gate closed right in front of him as the angels flared with hatred towards him. The clouds under his feet now looking more like ashes in bathed gray, a trail of blood from his wings as he glared. The other side of the gate brightened up in blue and gold still because that was the human side. That was there, theirs to control, theirs to make their own. And here, here it was all controlled by him. The angels were still trying to reach him. Possibly trying to kill him. But the gate burst open, engulfed in a mist as the once young child just barely managed to step into the white clouds. And fell. Right down, to his family.

****

Vanilla scent sifting through the place. A couple of cakes finished; a few pies still being eaten. Plates with crumbs of the meal placed to the side. Cups filled with lemon tea, filled with lavender, green, apple. The sweet scents all playing and overpowering each other. Yet none of it would be sickly sweet. None of it would be too much for anyone to handle. Curtains moving along with the slow hum of the wind. The sparkles of stars and shine of the moon that just barely made it through and tainted the scene with a very light lilac that warmed the hearts. Laughter. Love. Eleven heads all crammed into a table to share a meal. And some familiar eyes looking happier than they ever had as the now dark wings fell to the side, the motion being imitated by the cup of tea that was gently placed down on the table. The warmth in the air although being the dead of the night just like every hour was in the place known as hell. To them the devildom, to him…home.

Twinkling lights, the aroma of vanilla, and the feeling of love. Love and family. Love and his brother.

****

Smoke emerged from the depths of the crater. The fire having burned the grass and greenery from the surroundings. A crash so deep they just knew. In the middle of the crater, lay a body. Not so small, yet not so big. A body with white wings that slowly turned the color of the night. As another who had experienced something alike approached. Shaky hands as they wrapped around the weak body of the teen in an embrace they hadn’t shared since he was a mere child. His little brother…

The position, the closeness, the care. It all felt so familiar. Like something that had never left. Like something that finally fit right in place as their foreheads connected and Luke's eyes finally opened ever so slightly, taking in the figure in front. There he was… Simeon. His brother…the only angel that had been truthful, and although abandoned, although marginalized, always the kind angel who cared for those around him.

“You will a-always be my real...family, Simeon.”

Luke just barely managed to whisper the words before the exhaustion and magic of his transformation made his eyes close once more. The next time he opened them, he wouldn’t be an angel, any longer. But a fallen angel. Just like Lucifer and the rest of the brothers. Just like Simeon.

“…welcome home, Luke.”

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Well, well, well. Guess who was roped back into obey me hell with the launch of the new game, lmao. Anyway, i dont know for how long ill be active here but for now have this fic i had in the back burner like 3 years ago before i dipped.

I really hope you guys liked it, and im hoping to ride the wave of creativity and maybe write a few mores things! Either way, thank you so much for reading! IF you liked it i would really appreciate it if you could comment or reblog! I really hope you all liked this and had a wonderful day! Until next time! Whenever that might be-

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