#obey me vengeful mc

[theburnoutgiftedkid]

Hello hello! I’m on my obey me shit again thanks to Nightbringer so please enjoy this self indulgent fic. If I was in MC’s place I def would have a breakdown so you will too <3 also I may have sprinkled some itsy bits Solomon x reader

Word count: 800+

Warnings: nightbringer spoilers (just like the main idea, nothing too bad), mental break, hurt/comfort ish, breaking shit, crying, Solomon being soft for reader, gn!reader

- Outlet -

You sat on your new bed in an unfamiliar house in a place that should feel like home. After Solomon dropped the bomb that without reforging the pacts you would essentially be stuck in the past forever, you excused yourself to take a shower to clear your head.

The shower, unfortunately, was counterproductive and actually just made your thoughts more jumbled. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry or both or neither. Everything looked the same but nothing was the same. Except for Solomon, but that wasn’t really helping you right now. He couldn’t help you, not really.

You were in the past. You hadn’t even been born yet. Hell, your great grandparents hadn’t even been born yet. You couldn’t go to anyone for comfort. Solomon, bless his heart, doesn’t know how to comfort someone to save his life. Or theirs, considering he always offers to make them food. You didn’t have any family or friends here. Your best friends had no clue who you were, didn’t trust you enough to stay close. You were completely alone.

You had tried to scroll through the old messages between you and your boys, but it’s as if they had been deleted, or never happened. Technically they hadn’t yet. Everything was adding up and you weren’t sure how to let it out. You didn’t like to yell, you weren’t the type, but that’s all you wanted to do. Just scream and curse at whoever or whatever had done this to you. Had taken away everything and everyone you had ever loved and then dangled it in front of you, close enough to see, not to touch.

You stood up and walked over to a desk that sat in your room. On it was an antique lamp, some ceramic statue, and other stuff that really just looked breakable.

So that’s what you did.

You shoved everything off of the desk. The lamp clattering and the statue shattering. With a racing heart, you walked over to the bookshelf just a few paces away and starting demolishing it. Books, heavy and light, were thrown every which way. You went around the room, ripping open drawers and cupboards and just absolutely tearing everything up. Papers, clothes, pens, curtains. Anything and everything that wasn’t bolted down was a victim of your vengeful hands. You threw the covers off of the bed, the pillows following not long after.

Finally, there was nothing left to destroy. But your anger had subsided and this the waterworks began. Tears, hot and fat and unrelenting rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed. Curled up on the bed, hands covering your ears and pulling at your hair as your legs were splayed limp in front of you.

You were unsure how long you grieved for the life taken from you, but sobs had turned into soft sniffles and whimpers. A gentle knock on the door and a soft call of your name brought you back to yourself. You quickly wiped away the tears and snot that dribbled down your chin, carefully stepping over your mess to open the door for Solomon.

His eyes glanced at the room for just a moment before meeting your tired and puffy eyes. With a gentle touch, he guided you out and pulled you to another room, presumable another guest bedroom. You were numb, could barely process the soft words he was whispering as he helped you under the covers. When he turned to leave, you panicked, grabbing his wrist tightly to stop him.

“Please,” you whimpered, eyes welling up again. His gaze softened, “Don’t leave me alone.”

He hesitated, but when you uttered his name so softly, voice wavering with fear and grief, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you. Then again, he never really could to begin with. Solomon gently lifted the covers, sliding in next to you as you made room for him.

He didn’t protest as you laid your head on his chest, hand tightly gripping his shirt as if he would disappear at any second. His arm draped around your shoulders, holding you against him while his other hand rested on top of your fist that gripped his shirt. The exhaustion caught up to you pretty quickly and he decided to quietly utter a spell that would ensure you a dreamless sleep.

Solomon didn’t fall asleep right away. He stayed up, thinking about you. How could he help you? If you thought it was hard to forge pacts with the brothers in the future, the past will be damn near impossible. They didn’t trust anyone except each other. But Solomon had faith, you had a history of doing the impossible.

He looked down at your resting figure, still holding tightly to him even in your sleep. You huffed, nuzzling your face into his shirt . He smiled, color rushing to his cheeks and he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You settled and he finally allowed his eyes to close, vowing with the last bit of consciousness he had that he would help you get back, no matter the cost.

- Fin-

[acefaun]

I see that you're a fan of SCM and Obey me! I have a head cannon that Zyglavis is th creator of angels and he's the dad of the obey me boys and that's why Lucifer is so similar to Zyg and that's why Zyg took Scorpio under his wing so much because he looked similar to Lucifer and he regrets it every day and full of angst lom. Thought id share my fun little story line of my head.

Zyglavis is the GOD, god?! I can see it. Zyglavis is an old man who had many many temples in reverence to him back in the day(and possibly still now... if he's that god who made Lucifer and the gang!)

But... You gave me such angst! I love it!

Like, Scorpio is an angry and vengeful human, just like how Lucifer was angry and vengeful regarding his sister. And Zyg just feels like he could have done better to make them less angry and vengeful. But still, I love comparing Lucifer to Zyglavis. Zyglavis: "The anal retentive kitchen scale." Lucifer: "The anal retentive peacock."

Head canon that Lucifer was high-key obsessed with Zyglavis and wanted to be just like him, and all his brothers still make fun of him for having been a Zyglavis fanatic. (But Lucifer still high key respects Zyglavis). That's probably where Lucifer learned to punish his brothers like that...

I haven't played Obey Me since the chapter where MC leaves the Devildom to go home, but I still like my demon bros! 💕

But since you shared your fun little story line, I'll share my idea of MC's connection to both the gods and the brothers!

I had a whole half of a fic going on a few years ago(and I sort of forgot my own lore, but I'll try to summarize it). It had something where MC was the reincarnation of both the brothers' sister and Clotho.

But right now I'm just going: What if Clotho was their sister, a fellow angel, but during the whole 'war' thing, the gods didn't want to kill Clotho for loving a human, but the brothers misunderstood the entire thing and raised insurrection to save their sister, only to end up falling from grace for threatening the gods.

And in that moment when Beel thinks he let his sister die while he was protecting Belphie, that was actually the gods taking her memory, not her life; the arrow wasn't going to kill her. But again, they don't know that the gods didn't want to kill her. So, the inevitable happened where they fell from Heaven.

Clotho, without her memories or her brothers, ended up serving the gods until they granted her godhood(because I feel like angels should be able to ascend to godhood with the permission of certain gods, and I feel like the zodiac gods would feel bad for her and just want to give her a better life.)

And then we have the whole story with Huedhaut(who was probably the one to suggest she be granted godhood, which might be why she's such a young and clumsy, oddball goddess).

And then she gets reincarnated as a human, thus she's a reincarnated goddess/angel.

I love when I can connect the fandoms I love back to the zodiac gods. It's one of my favorite things to do. 😙 Thanks for your angsty head canon!

[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

Devil Hold'em

Fandom: Obey Me!

Character: Lucifer, Mammon, Ren (MC / OC)

Content warnings: gambling

Summary: Lucifer was notified that Mammon took Ren, the human exchange student, to a casino. To prevent the disaster, he immediately headed to the scene only to find…

Also I can't believe that I actually finished it after almost three years.

[I just saw Mammon dragging Ren into a casuno I ghought you should know]

Lucifer frowned at the message. He wasn’t expecting Simeon to report to him on that. They barely exchanged a few written words since the exchange programme started – it wasn’t a long time indeed, but still, slightly surprising. On the second thought though, if the avatar of greed himself was trying to get an innocent lamb into gambling, that’d probably indeed be something to demand immediate action upon, in an angel’s eyes.

In his own demon eyes as well, considering the possible repercussions.

[Tell me which one.]

Lucifer typed back and left the music shop, already annoyed at both his brother and the human. Whichever casino it was, most of them were away from a respectable place like the music shop, so he headed towards the district where Mammon usually went to gamble.

It took him a bit of time to locate the exact location, and probably enough for Mammon to gamble away the human’s allowance entirely. Simeon wasn’t very familiar with the town yet, so could only give him very vague coordinates, but it was enough to narrow down the number of casinos and find the right one eventually.

The staff already figured out it would be happening, so they let him in without much hassle and showed the table where Mammon and Ren were supposed to be. And there, indeed, he spotted the two of them easily – Mammon’s by his white mane, Ren – by the black and red, both messy like if they didn’t know of the existence of combs.

He immediately headed towards them.

The view he found at the table was mostly exactly what he predicted. Mammon was sobbing in his chair, slumped over the table with no credits or cards left. So he spent all of his – and definitely some of not his – money and lost it all, as usual. A disgrace and a bad example for the human, definitely. Or so Lucifer thought, until he actually took a better look over the table.

What Lucifer certainly did not expect, was the human hoarding almost all chips that must have had belonged to other players – and the stash barely fitting on his side of the table. He probably couldn’t even see the community cards in the middle anymore.

But Lucifer did. And had to admit that if someone landed the two cards missing for a straight flush, they’d clearly be set for the win.

Ren was sitting at the table with a dumb smile, like someone who didn’t have a clue what they were doing and just got a hand so good they can’t contain the excitement. He stared at his cards with his grey eyes wide and innocent, and with an expression devoid of any signs of thinking.

He must have landed the flush, his happy face was saying everything you’d need to know that this oblivious innocent thing was on his lucky streak.

He raised the bet.

Maybe someone would check or raise too, but other players were almost entirely out of their chips, and out of patience as well.

“Beginner’s luck”, mumbled some exasperated demon, folding his cards finally and leaving the table with the few last chips he still had. The last demon standing followed the suit and left, clicking his tongue and casting such a glare that definitely meant trouble later. But as vengeful as the demon might ever become, if the fight was not poker, Mammon would be strong enough to ensure the human’s safety – any of his brothers actually would.

Ren however seemed completely undisturbed by the hostile display.

At this point, Lucifer either didn’t particularly care about the situation anymore. The only thing of any importance was that Ren was secured and that the incident didn’t cause a dent in the exchange programme’s financing.

 “Phew.” Ren looked up at Lucifer. His eyes, up to this point completely thoughtless, were suddenly sparkling with mischief. “That was close.”

He put down his cards, so miserably weak that they that couldn’t even give him a pair with the community cards of this round.

“We’re heading home then?”, he asked, innocently as if he didn’t just con some demons that thought that a wide-eyed human would be an easy win.

His high spirits rubbed Lucifer a wrong way, but if the incident was resolved, there was no point addressing it any further.

“Yes.” That’s all that Lucifer had to spare him. The boy probably still sensed his irritation – his movements showed a bit of nervousness as he tried to collect all the chips into a bag much smaller than it should be for the stash.

“Come on, lucky charm. Help me collect all of this.” Ren poked Mammon’s shoulder.

“Collect it yourself”, the demon grumbled.

“Should I just take your share for myself then?”

Mammon immediately stopped crying.

“I get a share?”

Upon getting a nod, Mammon resumed sobbing, this time out of happiness, but obediently helped to bring all the chips to the exchange.

After they left the casino, Lucifer sent Mammon away – not without the latter’s protests. Those were however cut short and Mammon immediately evacuated, once Lucifer started lecturing Ren on the dangers of gambling. Unfortunately, the boy listened to him with the same blank, vacant expression that his brothers did and Lucifer really wanted to string him up from the ceiling like he’d normally punish his brothers. But at least Ren did listen – whenever Lucifer demanded him to repeat something, the boy more or less knew what he was talking about. More or less.

“…and this is why I hope I will not see you in such establishments again,” Lucifer finally concluded, just in front of the gate of the House of Lamentation.

“You know that it can be difficult with Mammon as my guardian,” Ren refuted, but his tone seemed like he was purely stating a fact and not arguing a point. “And anyway… Mammon brings luck, doesn’t he?”

“You did seem lucky today, indeed.“

“Yeah. I mean, I did play with him the whole afternoon. It’d be hard not to notice. It’s not just a rumour, is it?”

“If you know of the rumour, then you should know what happens to the luck later.”

He pondered for a moment.

“It should be sufficient to prevent big losses though.” He shrugged. “The luck running out shouldn’t be much of a problem, if he just gets back what he lost.”

“It is not negotiable. I do not wish to see you gambling again.”

“Fiiine.” Ren sighed. “We’ll make sure to avoid you better next time.”

And then he darted towards the house.

That little…!

Well, at least it didn’t cause yet another bill coming to the House of Lamentation.

[yuumaofc]

Y’know I hate how everyone writes for mc to be some weak, meek, defenseless, small, no self esteem human but forget about the pacts and could literally do anything because they have power over 7/11 of the most powerful demons in Devildom?? Like there’s some fics I’ve read that are really good but I’m trying to get some bloodshed and violence🧍🏻‍♀️👩🏻‍🦯💨 LIKE I JUST WANT MC TO KILL THEM! MAKE EM DEAD LIKE THEIR DUMB ANGEL SISTER😍🤌🤌 I understand how MC would “love the brothers too much to hurt them” BUT IF THAT WAS ME, personally, I wouldn’t let that slide👩🏻‍🦯💨 Truthfully though, I would hate you forever. But like the broken trust??? The broken hearts?? THE ANGST??? THE DRAMA???? NOT TO MENTION THE TRUST ISSUES AND TRAUMA??? I hope they can afford my therapy sessions after all the shit they pulled☺️ But I still crave violence👺👺 like what if MC asked Simeon for a holy weapon or smth?? And don’t even get me started on the ignorance from Diavolo and Barbatos.

Btw if no one wants to write this then I’ll do it myself👹👺👺<33

[radarchives]

[nerdy-talks]

Obey Me! Scenario : A Bet With Solomon

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Solomon : Ah MC, perfect timing! I just finished making some homemade stew, so I thought I’d bring some over to the House of Lamentation.

MC : Uh… T-Thank you, but that’s not necessary!

Solomon : Oh, but I insist. I want everyone to enjoy it together.

MC : But it would be rude of us to eat your cooking, considering how hard you worked preparing it.

Solomon : Don’t be silly, MC! I don’t mind sharing my dishes with all of you.

MC : B-But we all share meal prep duties, so it would mess up our schedule.

Solomon : Well, you could always save my stew for a late night snack.

MC : How about this? In exchange for you never sharing your food with us, I’ll bet that I can easily get a kiss from all of the brothers.

Solomon : And what do I get if you can’t?

MC : …. I’ll help you make a pact with Lucifer.

Solomon : Deal

~~~~~

MC : Hey Mammon, I’ll give you 1,000 Grimm if you kiss me right now.

Mammon : *grabs MC and crashes his lips onto theirs before pulling away* Pay up

~~~~~

MC : *walks into Levi’s room dressed as Ruri-chan* Friends stand together! Levi, never say never! Lovely demon, be on alert and plant your lips on mine now!

Levi : For Ruri-chan! *kisses MC before turning into a blushing mess*

~~~~~

MC : I really need a kiss from the most beautiful demon in all of the Devildom

Asmo : You don’t have to ask twice!

~~~~~

MC : *walks into Satan’s room dressed up as a cat* Satan, please kiss me right meow!

Satan : *blushes slightly* Then be a good kitten and come here

~~~~~

MC : *eating candy with Beel and “accidentally” smears chocolate on their lips* Oh no. Do you have a napkin I could use?

Beel : *looks at MC for a moment before leaning over and licking the chocolate off*

MC : Thanks, but I think there’s also some on my tongue. Do you mind getting that off too?

Beel : *happily obliges*

~~~~~

MC : Hey Belphie, remember when you said you wanted that new memory foam body pillow with cooling gel?

Belphie : Yeah?

MC : Well, I bought it for you! And all I ask for in return is one kiss

Belphie : *kisses MC before snatching the body pillow away and running off to his favorite napping spot*

~~~~~

MC : Can you help me with something, Lucifer?

Lucifer : What is it?

MC : Well… I sort of made a bet with Solomon. So if you’d be so kind, may I please have a kiss?

Lucifer : What?

MC : Otherwise, I’ll have to help him enter into a pact with you.

Lucifer : What?!

MC : On the bright side, we’ll never have to choke down Solomon’s food ever again.

Lucifer : ….

MC : This kiss needs to happen soon in order to win.

Lucifer : *sighs before complying and kissing MC*

MC : Thank you, Lucif-

Lucifer : *pins MC down* If you think I’m letting you off the hook with just a kiss, you’re sorely mistaken.

~~~~~

Solomon : It seems I’ve underestimated my apprentice’s abilities once again

MC : *struggling to walk* It seems I definitely underestimated Lucifer’s pettiness, vengefulness, and libido…. Never again…. Ow...

[plush-rabbit]

Satan with a S/O who has Anger Issues

Request: Hello :D could you make some headcanons of Satan (obey me!) with an MC that looks happy and cheerful most of the time, and is friendly to everyone, but has this really dark aura of anger that only he can see?

Like, MC that likes to wear cute stuff, Hello Kitty accessories, skirts and dresses, but has really bad anger issues that she tries really hard to mask.

Thanks a lot ~♡

A/N: I love the inclusion of (obey me) because it feels like I just write for like a different Satan or something lmao

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The first time that Satan meets you, he can tell what sin it is that affects you the most, however, you try to hide it, wrath affects all, even the most peaceful of minds. Sure, you’re bright and pink, dressed with frills and lace that has his brother complimenting you, but even with the cute cat accessories, it doesn’t hide who you truly are to him. You’re furious, vengeful and so cheerful that it has him introducing himself to you with a handshake.

There’s a curious part of him that wants to see you angry, more than the annoyance of your snack being gone, or failing a test. At certain times, he can feel your anger. When a teacher reprimands you for sleeping during class, he can feel just how angry you are, how you clench your jaw and roll your eyes. His personal favorite is when Lucifer is the one that chides you. He can feel your anger, that desperate urge to just scream at him. He sees it in the way that you narrow your eyes, how your nails embed themselves into your palms, and how you hold yourself- scrunching in on yourself like a child who can’t fight back and the sad part is, is that’s the truth of you. Perhaps not the child part, but the mere fact that you cannot fight back because you are such a delicate, little thing compared to a demon.

You’re pleasant to be around. Sure, you draw attention to yourself with the way that you dress, but you don’t seem to mind and so he doesn’t either. However, there are moments where you slip. Where you lose in a game and you curse, your hands flexing, fingers turning into claws and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself. The third-born, of course, refers to it as “gamer rage” but it’s more than that. You don’t want to lose, you can’t stand it. The humiliation, the lack of luck or knowledge, it’s something that you hate with such a passion that it has Wrath smiling in secret.

Your cheerful personality slips at times. It goes further than the annoyed look or the anger that festers inside of you, it slips through the cracks and it shows, and fuck, it’s intoxicating. To his surprise and entertainment, it’s towards Lucifer that you crack with the most. He can see your smile twitch, how it falls and he wants to press further, to corrupt your already angered soul and make you act out on it, but he can’t. You’ve already confessed to him how Lucifer has threatened you and that you’re sure he’s only a few snaps away from acting on said threats.

In all honesty, he forms such a sick obsession with you. He isn’t sure what it is, but your anger, your wrath, is intoxicating. He’s felt all sorts of anger- vengeance, guilt, blind rage, the anger against authority, but it isn’t like yours. Yours is so much sweeter and whether it's because of your choice of outfits or because he’s gotten to know you personally, it's changed something in him.

He seeks you out more and more, constantly wanting you to stick by him and it’s both for you and for him. It’s selfish for him to hoard all your time but at the same time, it’s only him who can sense your wrath, to feel that scorching urge to break something. However, he’s also the one who fuels it. He’s the one holding your hand and telling you that some lesser demon shouldn’t be talking to you like that. You’re a human, a rarity and a prized thing in the eyes of royalty, and how dare some lesser form than you give you a look of disgust. He’s the one corrupting you and letting you scream into a pillow as he rubs your back soothingly.

Very rarely, will he let you go out on your own. He can already feel your rage without having to be near you and he’s sure the others will start to catch on as well. Plus, he likes it when your attention is on him and only him. It gives him a different feeling other than wrath. However, if you do go out on your own, he also fears that you will act on your rage, and if he isn’t around, he is uncertain of the consequence that will follow whether it be on you or on the demon that was the one to ignite you.

Of course, he won’t ever admit out loud, but he does worry. He keeps tabs over you, making sure that if you want to go somewhere without him, you have someone with you and he prefers that it’s an angel, something pure to keep your emotions in check. He knows rage, it’s what made him, and while his sin can be controlled, he knows that his own temptations have been festering inside of you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him, he wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt that comes from it.

Oddly enough, he relies on you as much as you rely on him. You know that you can go to him with your anger because that is who he is, that is what his sin is. You can rant and he’ll listen and validate your feelings. And with you, you’ll always validate him, you’ll listen and make the perfect audience for him. You get the pleasure of being his, where he can act as something more, where he is the most important person in your life. You allow him to be something else. You don’t press, you listen and despite your anger, you are a soothing presence, because he doesn’t have to clean up a mess with you. It’s selfish on both ends, but it works.

If you do ever decide to let something break beneath your hands, he’s always there to fix you up. He’s a demon with a wide range of knowledge, he’s learned a healing spell here or there at some point. Your knuckles will be bloody and he'll be the one to whisper above them, his breath cool over your wounds as the skin slowly stitches over and dried blood is the only evidence that you had ever broken your skin. It’s these few moments that you start to see him, someone trying so desperately to act out of their nature, to be so soothing and careful as if you were glass and a chill will run down your spine because to him you are glass; he could break you if he wanted to and yet, he chooses to heal you and smile so sweetly that you forget your anger for a moment. And for that split second where his eyes land on yours, Satan can feel his wrath simmer to a low flame, and yours follows suit as you thank him, your hand still held by his.

[thedum1]

So....I already have a huge problem with Replaced MC au (RMCAU) in the Obey Me fic community. I get it's an AU but I really can't see anyone replacing MC (ESPECIALLY ultimate MC simp Mammom), at least not without magical help.

But more often than not, actually everytime it seems like, the new human is a woman or at least female presenting.

That shit gets boring fast. It's one of the reasons I stopped reading RMCAU fics. You can have a basic plot to follow.

New Human shows up.

The brothers/side boys get close to New Human.

They forget/ignore/abandon MC.

MC gets depressed.

Boys realize they fucked up or don't care.

MC is either back in the human realm or has committed suicide because past trauma has been brought back up.

Sometimes MC even forgives them if they realize they fucked up.

You can have these....but I feel like I read the same story everytime a new RMCAU story pops up.

What I wanna see is a man/male presenting new human. I wanna see more of New Human disliking/hating everyone for being absolutely shitty to the human who fixed it all. Maybe even New Human leaves the program early with MC in tow because of how they were treated.

I wanna stop seeing small and spineless MC. I wanna see an MC who's reaction to this is to fight back and fight back HARD. Let MC use their pacts and start their villain origin.

Let MC manipulate Diavolo into punishing the brothers/New Human, because why wouldn't he trust his first real friend. They'd never lie to him.

I want Evil/Pissed MC in RMCAUs. I crave vengeful MC. An MC who isn't afraid to go above the brothers' heads as their master. MC is tired of New Human and gets away with causing severe injuries or even death. After all, why would the human who saved a family of demons hurt a fellow human.

Give RMCAU some good spice.

[adrianasunderworld]

So I was reading Heaven’s Official Blessing (seriously i love this series) and there’s this mountain (more like a volcano) called Tonglu that opens every hundred years and grant ghosts/demons a chance to become one of the highest rank. Then I remembered something: Night on Bald Mountain (Fantasia, 1940), aka Chernabog’s domain.

Imagine Bald Mountain is located somewhere in Briar Valley, and it is heavily guarded by the Royal family to make sure there isn’t a second Chernabog being born. Every 100 hundred years, ghosts/demons/monsters would gather there to duke it out and came out as the strongest. And it’s the Briar Valley’s Royal family’s job to make sure no one comes out of the mountain.

You remember one of my previous asks saying how Yuu died and become a vengeful ghost haunting Mrs Roseheart? Yeah the period where Yuu doesn’t haunt the woman is because they went to Bald Mountain. And when they came out of the mountain, Twisted Wonderland stirred, for they felt it in their bones.

This is reminding me that I never finished the animated series that is on Netflix. I should probably do that, the animation was very pretty...Anyway, mot the point. lol

Considering Malleus is among the royal family, imagine his reaction. He's already stricken with grief at losing his child of man. Maybe it's only been a few months. Maybe a few years. Maybe the the century came and went and it's time once more for Malleus to keep the evil at bay. Only this time it's different. He can feel the shift in the air. The howl of the wind. The sulfuric stench in the air as the ground shook.

No. no no no...

By the time Malleus gets there it's too late. The rocks at the top of the mountain crack open as alone dark figure pulls itself out. A once familiar pair of eyes stare back at him. Yuu...a twisted version perhaps.

"Is that really you?"

They grinned in response, a row of sharp teeth glinting in the night. "Have I been missed?"

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Also as an addition, imagine this combined with the Obey Me aus. Whether Yuu is related to the brothers/Diavolo/Barbatos. and them being part demon already is a big part of how their spirit was able to come out on top. Or them being related Mc and Liliths bloodline may not have done them much good in life, but as a spirit it made all the difference.

[lyssahlyssah]

Obey Me! The Present

a/n: not suitable for work

Well, this took a week of my life, but it's ok! It's obviously something I needed to get off my chest (ahem). I hope you enjoy. 🟣🔵⚫

pairing: F!MC x Belphegor, category: (very) not suitable for work, warnings: some angst, virgin sex, penetration, oral sex, teasing, man-eating petunias. description: Belphie give F!MC the present she's always wanted. wordcount: 2.1k

"Is there anything else I can do for you for your birthday? Being your present and all. "

In your room, Belphie stands in front of you with his usual coy smile. Tall and gorgeous, he cocks his head to one side causing hair to fall into his violet eyes. He confidently holds your gaze.  As the gaze lingers, his smile deepens, playfully suggestive.

Today is your birthday and you've spent it on a date with Belphie. Feeling guilty after forgetting to buy you anything, he had cleverly volunteered to be your present, granting you any wishes you wanted.

Excited by his creativity (and the prospect of time with him alone), you had taken full advantage, first visiting the planetarium and then the botanical gardens. You'd laughed together, played around, took naps under a tree with his head in your lap. At the botanical gardens, he'd even rescued you from man-eating petunias after you took a wrong turn, and had shamelessly teased you about it since. Everything was effortless and fun when you were together.

And now, looking at his smiling face, you reflected on how far the two of you'd come. This wasn't Belphie from long ago in the attic; the angry and vengeful demon that once tried to kill you, heart twisted with hate from the loss of his beloved sister. No, he had changed. As time had gone on, he had warmed to the whole world, even to his older brother Lucifer, whom he had once admitted hating to the point of murder. He was now letting people to get close to him again. And especially you. He had opened the door to his heart and was inviting you in.

Because of the complicated history you shared, a special bond grew between you. His aloofness drew your open and loving nature like a moth to a flame, and you clicked like magnets due to your differences. Over any of the other brothers, he made you feel comfortable. Facing him now, you realized you've fallen hard for the infamous sloth demon. It was for those reasons, a response to his question immediately floated to your lips.

"Kiss me", you say, giving him a smile of your own.

"Sure", he agrees, a blush on his cheeks. Your lips meet. It's soft and sweet. Somehow, even though you aren't sure where he found the time between naps to become this way, Belphie is an incredible kisser.

His lips push down on yours with a little more force, then abruptly pull back, leaving you breathless. "Is that all?" he asks. "In that case, I'll give myself to you every day" his eyes crinkle in a smile, ever teasing.

You wet your lips, heart pattering in your chest. You did want more from him...a lot more.  Now or never. you think. You catch his hand and hold it. "Ah...Belphie...actually, what I want instead, is to give m-myself....to you." you stammer a little in getting it out. His eyes widen as he realizes what you're insinuating. Silence.

"MC...you sure? With me?" Belphie stares back at you, no longer joking. He pauses. "Why me? Why not Lucifer...or...or...The Great Mammon?" he says, with a sarcastic flourish.

When he sees your face drop, he immediately apologizes and runs a hand through his thick hair, ruffling it. His voice softens. "I'm sorry...I've been angry for so long, you know? Sometimes it just comes out when I don't mean it to."

He takes your hand again and pulls you to the bed where you sit down together. Color rises in his cheeks. "Really though...I've lied to you, I've manipulated you. Not that long ago...I even tried to kill you. Why am I the one you want for this?" He searches your face for an answer. 

"You're my master, I can't refuse you, and I'd be crazy to anyway, but...why me?" Standing up, he paces a few feet in a circle, then sits down again. You've rarely seen him this worked up; it's obvious he still hasn't totally forgiven himself for hurting you.

"I love you Belphie", the words fall out of your mouth. Your eyes widen. You search your feelings and know it isn't a lie. His eyes are wide too. "Do...do you mean that?" he questions, leaning back.

You nod, "I need you, Belphie. I feel safe with you; I know you'd never hurt me now. And...I know you need me too". You continue, your voice low. "I want you. More than anyone else".

The words visibly shake him. He drops his head, staring into his lap, then slowly brings his head back up and gazes at you. You're taken aback by the open desire you see there. It's as if a mask has fallen off and you're seeing the real him for the first time.

When he speaks, it's slowly, deliberately.

"I want to know you that way, MC...More intimately than anyone ever has." His eyes start to glow a fierce purple. "You're mine, and I want to be your first. I want to give you something to remember me by when you go back to the human world." You swallow hard, your heart starting to race and nod.

He leans forward, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you. And again. Deeply, tongue reaching hungrily into your mouth. You whimper against his lips, full of want.

You give yourself over completely to his touch. His hands are on your face, guiding the movement of your heads. It feels so good, all the strength leaves you, and you fully let him hold you up. Between kisses, he makes small sounds of passion.

"You drive me crazy" he murmurs, looking into your eyes. A thrill runs up your spine. He's here, fully here - with you. No distance. Not a trace of sleepiness. In this moment of closeness, Belphie has completely overcome his sin.

You gasp as his fingers effortlessly snap off the button to your jeans with an audible pop. "Oops", he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

He leans you back onto the covers. Continuing to kiss you, he slides his hand into your jeans and caresses your lower stomach, playing with the hollow of your hip bone. Ticklish, you sharply draw in a breath, causing him to smile at you. "Don't be nervous" he says reassuringly. "I'll take care of you".

He sides your pants down, and then completely takes them off. You shiver, all at once feeling vulnerable.

"Mmmm..." He murmurs, looking over your body. "You're so beautiful. I've dreamed about getting to touch you like this". He reverently slides his hands up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist. Goosebumps raise up at his touch.

Holding your gaze, he leans down and pulls your shirt over your head then sits upright and does the same for himself. His hair is even more disheveled afterward and the thought of it being that way because you're in bed together turns you on.

Even though you've napped together endlessly, you've never seen this much of his body, and you sigh with pleasure drinking in the width of his shoulders, his flat stomach. He watches you just as avidly and the small smile returns as he sees the effect he has on you.

Leaning in, Belphie captures your lips once more in a steamy kiss. Running his hands up your shoulders, he cups your cheeks, then traces down your back and unhooks your bra. You respond by thrusting your own hands into his hair and pulling him to you.

He kisses his way down your chest and your stomach, where his lips leave little trails of fire on your skin. You try but can't remember ever feeling more aroused. He playfully nips your belly button as it goes by, and smiles when you jump and protest, eyes glinting.

Belphie stops between your legs, breathing out slowly, and kisses up one of your thighs. At the top he hugs it to his face, cheek pressing into the flesh. Pausing, he looks at you sideways and says, "I've wanted to do this since we met".

Taking his time, he hooks your panties with one finger and pulls them down. Admiring the view, he runs a finger down your core, lightly teasing your clit. You sigh, then jump when he gives a jerk. "You're so fucking wet down here" he utters in awed tones.

Seeing you so excited for him seems to unhinge him a little. Looking at your soaked slit with total attention, he raises his finger to his lips and lightly sucks off your excitement. His eyes flutter close and a low groan of desire escapes him. Leaning in, he buries his face in your folds. His soft tongue pushes roughly against your swollen clit and it's your turn to gasp.

He continues to work on you for a few minutes. The pleasure overwhelms you, but still, you want him deeper. Parts of yourself you aren't familiar with are showing up and demanding to be satisfied. You try to stretch your legs further and wider apart so his tongue can reach every needy part of you. More than happy to help, he greedily tongues your tight hole. "B-Belphie!" Your voice rises as you near your climax. He reaches one hand up and laces your fingers through his. "Go ahead, MC...I've got you, you're safe. I want to taste you when you cum." Soothed, you let yourself go fully, shuddering, waves of euphoria threatening to drown you. "Mmmm..." Belphie says contentedly. You can feel his lips as he captures every last drop on his tongue.

You collapse into the pillows as the pleasure ebbs away, but he doesn't give you time to rest. You feel manicured fingers slide into your slippery hole. At first, it's a gentle in-and-out getting you used to the sensation. You squirm, your flesh still sensitive from his earlier attentions. After a few moments, he picks up the pace and starts pushing into you faster and deeper, turning and curling the digits. Mewling with every thrust, you blush bright red, still a little self-conscious  From his place cradled between your legs, he watches your face possessively. "I love your sounds", he says.

Pleasure begins to fill your abdomen once again as you near climax, and you involuntarily start to grind against his hand, desperate to increase the tempo. Loving your impatience, he dips his head down and bites you on the inside of your thigh, near your core. Surprised by the unexpected sensation, you're pushed over the edge, launching into oblivion for the second time. This time he can't help himself and covers your mouth in a passionate kiss, jealously swallowing your cries of pleasure.

Thoroughly ravaged, you look up at him through half-lidded eyes. Belphie looks back at you, spellbound by the state you're in. "B...Belphie", you manage to get out. "What, MC?" he softly answers. "I need you inside me", you pleadingly say to his violet eyes. He shudders and pulls back from you.

"Okay", he says, unfastening his pants button. He pulls them down and his length springs out, large, strong, and perfect. Dazzled, your mouth drops open slightly. He smiles confidently at you and crawls back up your body. Once there, he turns your hips so you're lying on your back with your hips to one side, lined up to your exposed slit on his knees. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing it, testing its softness, before bringing his hands back to grip your hip with both hands. "Tell me if I hurt you", he says with unexpected tenderness and starts to push inside you.

Due to the position of your hips and your overall tightness, his first thrust is shallow, but the friction makes you both groan. Pulling out slowly, drawing out the pleasure, he pushes inside again, going slightly deeper. Your eyes roll back in your head. He feels blissful, way past anything you had imagined.

Using your hip to pull your ass against his lap, he starts to move more quickly. With abandon, you throw your arms against the covers above your head, your face falling to one side and breasts jiggling as the snap of his thrusts push you up and down. Also lost in pleasure, his eyes are closed and low groans rumble from his throat.

It doesn't take long for you to climax again, and then again. Your walls clenching tightly around him, each climax earns you a growl, but Belphie shows no signs of giving you mercy. Finally, even though you wish it could last forever, he thrusts deeply within you and you feel his warmth spread into your abdomen.

Completely spent, you lay together in the candlelight, your head on his chest, legs intertwined. Your core aches sweetly. He holds you close. Happier than you've felt in your entire life, you both start to drop off. As you do, you raise your head to look at him, and you see he's already asleep. Full of affection, your chin on his chest, you breathe, "Thank you for granting my wish". Seconds later, fading into darkness you hear him whisper, "I love you, too".

[elsecrytt]

So feel free to ignore that, this is my ramblings in obey me in general.

I FEEL YOU. Like with each lesson writing gets shittier and shittier. Character development died with MC in lesson 16. The only reason i like Belphegor is because i completely separated Val's story from the canon one and gave him personal growth myself(since devs refused to)

The saddest part? I would be fine if the writing sucked in general, we have headcanons for a reason. But the writers can actually put out some good shit??? Butler Lucifer card is so cute and dorky. Almost all of Mammon cards give me heart issues. The DEVELOPMENT Satan and Asmo get in these little stories??? Delicious, more of that, please.

My favorite series of cards is "Seven rulers of Hell", the ones you get from earlier lessons. I think it is supposed to act as introductions to the general vibe of the brother you want to romance and it's SO GOOD. Lucifer actually made blush and Asmo screamed ace positivity in his.

It proves that there are writers in the development team who can write good, who actually have fun with that. But the actual story? Idk about the inner workings but it feels like the lessons and cards stories are written by completely different people.

It is just sad to see what lesson story could be like. Again, sorry for the rambling just glad to see someone raging for the same reasons^^

NO I'M SIT DOWN I GOT MY POPCORN LET'S GOOOOOoooOO

(anyone reading this - this is, as you might have guessed, a lot of critical analysis and some more negative opinions on the game, pls skip if you don't want to see that.

also SPOILERS. for almost everything tbh. if spoilers for ANY kind of om! content will bother you, DO NOT LOOK. i don't know any leaked content but everything else is fair game.)

HONESTLY IT'S SUCH A MOOOOOD literally the devilgrams are so enjoyable most of the time. It's one of the main things that keeps me playing.

I despise Belphie, but I actually like him a lot because... well... *gestures to horror/gore* take a wild guess kshfdjlhg.

I know it's too extreme for other people, and that's perfectly understandable, but I found this one fic where MC is pretty clearly Going Through It and they get Belphie to "cuddle" in the attic with them, start taking off clothes... and uhh. well.

Suffice it to say, they were taking off their clothes and Belphie's to make sure there were no bloodstains. It was a bad time for Belphie. MC's lines are chilling and they're obviously traumatized, and Belphie can tell and feels so guilty, repentant, he wants to help them work through it... jkdlghsg anyways that's my take on it.

I'm simply too vengeful a person at heart, I think. If I don't feel like I've gotten the better of Belphie somehow, whether it's by hurting him or even just icing him out and making him watch his family be happy knowing that he can never have the same.

God, I feel you on like the. It has potential. There's some good stuff in there. A lot of the devilgrams are great.

Chapter A/Chapter M devilgrams are pretty neat. Like the Memory cards have some fun family bonding from the brothers, it's just so nice to see them being family and not... whatever they are in Season 4.

Butler Luci was so cute and exhausted and I want to help you take a break babyyyyy. And the braids Luci UR? Luci being submissive and breedable??? Delicious. And getting to tease Lucifer in the diner card? I loved it~

Other faves include my all-time fave "A Teasing Gesture" with Satan (it's the one where he's taking his shirt off heheh) - "May My Baton Reach You" has the brothers organizing a relay and Lucifer actually agrees to join, and Satan is surprised, gets all competitive and they actually compete in a wholesome way,,,

Oh, and Satan's SSR from the Leisure Pop Quiz was cute, too! You get to go out on a date with him, come back to everyone throwing a fit at the hotel,,, it just feels like a normal day with the family.

Enchanted Pudding with Diavolo was really neat. OH, and Mammon's Ears, but also the Abundant Accessories card with Mammon was SO genuinely sweet and like... fun.

I GOTTA check out that Luci Seven Rulers card hehee I had Satan's as well, but I do think I grinded for Mammon's, too~

Memory cards are full of fun ones. Ones like The Escorts, Let Your Hair Down, Asmo Night, they tell you so much about the relationships between the brothers.

It's interesting to hear you talk about Asmo getting development - I looove a lot of the Satan cards but I never checked Asmo's out because his character wasn't compelling enough for me. But he does have his moments of being so absolutely and utterly charming... ksdfghfg I just need more story keyyyys

There were a lot of story arcs I liked too! Satan and Lucifer's body swap had a bunch of neat things happening.

The Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup stuff? HAH it's a stupid excuse plot but it's GREAT and I LOVED IT! Putting on a play in season 2? Very neat. And getting to command the bros with the pacts. hehe.

Season 3 had some fun stuff. The brothers in the human world. Celestial realm memories. Sorcerer training and getting characters who were impressed with us.

It's just like... all of these things were fun to read. They were enjoyable. But post season 1, all of these fun scenarios that happen in the plot are all just that - fun bits and pieces that pop up here and there.

I'm a huge s2 enjoyer and I did like the dramatic turn it took near the end. Amnesia Lucifer was a GIFT. But it's not something the story's ever done again. It wasn't even willing to take it's own threats seriously.

Like, what if we'd already severed all of our pacts before Solomon told us that we needed the Night Dagger to make it work? What if, from then on, we would need to rely on our relationships formed with the brothers to get them to listen to us?

Like I love getting to order them around but also it would work really well with the current events where they confess their love for us but we somehow never have pacts or anything to order them around with >.>

There are story beats that hit well. There's good ideas here and there. The thought of s4 being about MC gaining acceptance from the Devildom? Interacting with a wider audience of demons, getting to know more about Devildom politics and culture?

It could have been BOMB and you see shades of it here and there. But my god it just doesn't hit. Season 4 just feels like so much empty filler.

A fight between Satan and Lucifer could have been EPIC. I don't have problems with them fighting as long as the issues feel different - maybe Satan's frustrated with himself for not being over this, maybe Lucifer needs to start taking Satan's issues more seriously and stop assuming Satan always understands what he means - but it just felt so generic and unfulfilled and just. Augh.

But hey, that's what we're here for, yeah? I am in awe of all the amazing writers and artists I get to see going around, people create such amazing content for the characters,,, better than the writers do sdkhfglhg

Still, it's worth it for me to hang in for Devilgrams, to see what the heck is going on with the next chapter, and the occasional neat event.

Hopefully,,, they find some way to inject. A smidgen of drama and life into the storyline in L75 XD

[archived-kin]

petty ghost haunts their murderer but doesn’t actually do anything vengeful, more at eleven

note from kin: i don’t even know what this is myself to be honest but the simple way of putting it is that you were accidentally killed by one of satan’s fits of rage and now your ghost follows him around and messes with him at any given opportunity out of pettiness

basically i came up with the prompt ‘vengeful spirit is more of a slightly miffed and extremely petty spirit who doesn’t actually do much but inconvenience their hauntee, shenanigans ensue’ and ran with it

(as a heads up, reader is not mc in this situation, and this takes place before any of the exchange program stuff, so belphie’s not in the attic and solomon and the angels aren’t in the devildom)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): gn!reader, satan, beelzebub

pairing(s): satan/reader (though it isn’t particularly romantic since you’re, y’know, dead, so it’s more of a satan & reader)

warning(s): references to death, beel eats an entire rotisserie chicken

genre: crack (with a bit of fluff i guess???)

“For the last time, [Name], put the knife down.”

“Bite me, bitch-boy.”

Satan lets out a long-suffering sigh and sets down his mug of coffee, then reaches out and carefully pushes the floating butter knife pointed directly at his jugular back down onto the table. “I don’t know why you keep trying that. You do know it wouldn’t actually get through my skin even if you did manage to hit me, right?”

“It’s the thought that counts,” comes your disembodied voice from somewhere near the ceiling. You’ve probably decided to float up there to sulk like you always do after a failed attack.

“I’d prefer you didn’t think about it at all.”

A still-wet towel pulls itself from the rack on the wall and hits him square in the face. Satan gives an exasperated groan as it slides down his face and lands on the table with a soft splat.

“That’s what you get,” You sniff indignantly, finally materialising in front of him with a scowl. You’re floating upside down in a way that makes it look like you’re standing on the ceiling. “Buttface.”

“Come on, you can come up with better material than that,” Satan shakes his head, pushing back his chair and picking up the wet towel you’ve just flung at him to hang it back up again. “Where did all your creativity from yesterday go?”

“Six feet under with the remains of my body, probably,” you reply with a scowl. Then, as an afterthought, you add, “Confounded cheese wheel.”

“Oh, that’s a new one,” He comments, mildly surprised. “Where’d you pick that up?”

“Made it up myself. Ha!” You bob past him and through the wall, most likely to go terrorise Mammon by making his lights flicker on and off again. “Guess my creativity isn’t as dead as I am after all.”

“You still haven’t gotten over that, I see.” He sighs.

Your head immediately pops back out of the wall and glares across the room at him. “Excuse me?”

“It’s been weeks now - months, even,” Satan explains carefully as he sits back down at the table, not wanting to aggravate you further. The last time he'd brought something like this up, he’d ended up making you so angry that you’d managed to become physically corporeal enough to fling him across the room. “I would have thought you’d have passed on by now, that’s all. Surely it doesn’t take this long for the gates to the Celestial Realm to open?”

You consider his words, apparently appeased by their logic. “...I guess. Maybe I’m not passing on because I can’t rest in peace yet, like the ghosts do in horror films.”

“They’re films, you can’t expect to apply what happens in them to reality,” Satan replies flatly. “Besides, even if that was the situation, you've met all the criteria to 'rest in peace’, haven't you?”

“Are you trying to tell me, the dead one here, what merits as ‘resting in peace’?” You counter, floating back through the wall so that your entire body is in the room again. “My murderer’s still walking about like he doesn’t dress in the entire green colour spectrum and think it’s a good idea. How am I supposed to rest in peace knowing that?”

Satan looks down at his outfit, a little offended. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“What’s right with your clothes?” You shoot back, drifting over to him and passing a ghostly hand through his shoulder, apparently too lazy to muster up the energy to make your hand physical enough to touch him. “Look at it! Your blazer doesn’t even have lapels!”

“It isn’t a blazer.”

“Jacket, then.” You make a move as if to pinch at the fabric, but your fingers just pass right through it like a hot knife through butter. “It doesn’t even fit you. The sleeves are too short.”

Satan resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I wouldn’t be able to wear it if it didn’t fit me. Besides, why does it matter to you?”

“The demon I might be doomed to be attached to for the rest of my afterlife has the worst fashion sense in all three realms is the matter,” You sigh dramatically and float up to the ceiling again. “Why do you even wear rip-off jeans if you’re going to put a belt over it?”

“First of all, they aren’t rip-off jeans,” Satan tells you as you start idly making the kitchen light flicker. He should probably tell you to stop doing that whenever you get bored, but he’s gotten so used to it at this point that he can’t really be bothered to. “And, second of all, why does it matter if I’m wearing a belt on it?”

“Rip-off jeans are meant to be ripped off,” You explain with all the patience of a mother explaining something to a curious child, completely disregarding Satan’s first point. “Putting a belt on top of it kind makes that redundant.”

Satan thinks about it for a moment and begrudgingly comes to the conclusion that your statement is correct - not that it makes a difference to him. “...they’re still not rip-off jeans.”

“Think whatever you want to think, burro verde.”

“What?”

“It means green donkey in Spanish.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I took Spanish for, like, three years when I was in high school,” You shrug, and the light brightens and dims slightly with the movement of your shoulders, as if it’s shrugging with you. “Failed all the exams, but at least I got something worthwhile out of it.”

“Three years of linguistic lessons and all you learn is how to string together bizarre insults,” Satan shakes his head. “You really are incorrigible.”

“That’s a big word. You sure you know what it means?”

“Of course I do,” He gives you a slightly disgruntled look. “I wouldn’t use it if I didn’t. What do you take me for?”

“Someone who doesn’t know what incorrigible means, obviously.” You pretend to aim a kick at the spider perched quietly in the corner of the ceiling, but Timothy ignores your efforts to boot him from his web. After a moment, growing tired of bothering the little guy, you ask, “...what does it mean?”

Satan snickers, then answers, sounding as if he’s reading the definition directly out of a dictionary, “In reference to a person or their behaviour, unable to be changed or reformed.”

You contemplate his words for a few seconds. “Is that a good thing?”

“Not usually when that particular word is used for it, no.”

“Oh. Bitch.”

He pauses at that, moving his mug of now marginally cooler coffee away from his mouth again, having been in the middle of taking another sip when you decided to insult him again. “Where did that come from?”

“You called me incorrigible, which you just said is not a good thing to be,” You explain as if it’s obvious, frowning down at him. “So I’m taking it as an insult and insulting you back. Bitch.”

“You didn’t have to say it again.”

“I didn’t, but it’s fun to call you names.” You snort and glide down from the ceiling to float above the table, crossing your legs and pretending to sit down on it. “It’s not as fun as it used to be, though. You never get all puffed up about it anymore.”

“That’s your own fault for doing it so much that I got used to it,” Satan reproaches. “Besides, it was pointless getting angry. It’s not like I can do anything to you in return.”

“You could ignore me and pretend I don’t exist or something.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“No!” You hurriedly throw up your hands in a gesture of surrender and shake your head so hard that Satan swears he actually feels a breeze - an even more impressive achievement considering that your body isn’t even tangible. “Please don’t. You’re the only being in the entire universe that I can actually interact with.”

“Sometimes I wonder if that is a good thing,” Satan mutters.

“It’s a good thing for me, and that’s all that matters,” You reply, unfazed.

No one other than Satan appears to have the ability to see you, which is an odd thing in and of itself. Ghosts aren’t a foreign thing to the Devildom - they’re so common that you could probably just walk into a convenience store and find one shelving cans of soup - but you don’t seem to follow any of the rules that they do. Sometimes Satan wonders if you’re able to actively choose to not allow his brothers to see you as you drift around the house, but then again, he’s pretty sure that, if you had the option to make Lucifer watch you pretend to fist fight that weird skeleton hanging in his room, you definitely would.

Satan doesn’t pretend to understand the laws of your otherworldly existence - he’s read so many variations on the rules behind lingering spirits like you that he can scarcely tell the difference between pure fiction and actual logical hypothesis. It’s easy enough to wrangle you into behaving for a day so that he can observe you properly by promising to leave his radio on for you while he’s out, but the observations themselves never seem to lead to anything. He knows that you’re able to pass through any physical object (as far as he knows), can make lights (of both the electronic and candle variety) flicker at will, can muster up enough physicality to move and touch things if you try, and can phase in and out of perceivable view, but he doesn’t know why you can do any of those things.

“Quit trying to come up with explanations for everything,” You’d told him wisely a month or so ago, when you’d floated in on him muttering to himself about the possibility of something called ‘ether energy’. “You’re just gonna give yourself a headache.”

Then you’d started making his candles flicker like disco lights until he stopped.

“...but I don’t think he spotted me, since he probably would’ve commented on the floating meat cleaver if he did, and— hey, big guy!”

That last exclamation is aimed at Beel, who has just walked into the kitchen and is now rummaging unceremoniously through the fridge, most likely in search of something to eat. At this point Satan’s pretty sure that you still don’t know any of his brothers’ names - at the very least, even if you do, you’ve never called them by them.

Beel continues to sort through the various already empty boxes and containers in the fridge as you start zooming back and forth through him, marvelling over the sheer broadness of his chest and shoulders. It isn’t the first time you’ve done this to him - or indeed any of the brothers - but Satan can tell that it’s more innocent awe than any kind of objectification or intent to harm, so he doesn’t mind. As mischievous as you are, he’s pretty sure you don’t have a genuinely malicious or wanton bone in your body... well, you don’t have any bones anymore - or a body, for that matter - but the point still stands.

“Hungry?” He guesses, but it’s honestly more of a statement. It is Beel, after all.

The Avatar of Gluttony withdraws from his search briefly to offer a nod. “I didn’t get to finish all of my lunch.”

“Well, there’s a surprise,” You comment as Beel sticks his head back into the fridge, finally tiring of buffeting yourself back and forth like a pendulum and choosing to start hovering just over the second youngest’s shoulders to watch his hunt. “Wonder what he was up to that got him to stop eating.”

Satan opens his mouth to reply, then stops and closes it again. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Beel with the not-really-a-secret of your existence, but he’s sure that at some point or another, Beel will end up letting it slip to Lucifer, who would most likely want to know why your death ended up attaching your spirit to his brother, and Satan’s already gone to great lengths to make sure that the oldest won’t find out about the rampage he went on that cost you your life in the first place. It'd just be a waste of that effort for Lucifer to find out anyway. Besides, it isn’t like the information will make much difference to Beel - he can’t see or hear you, and you’re pretty harmless, so there wouldn’t be any need for him to get involved in the situation anyway.

You, meanwhile, are well aware that Satan isn’t going to be saying anything to you while one of his brothers is in the room - you don’t really understand his reasoning for it, since you like to think that you’re a pleasure of a ghost to know, but you suppose you can’t really force him to make any decisions. Besides, you’re pretty content with the way things are right now; you don’t want to complicate the situation by bringing in another demon who, as far as you know, might just smite you on the spot if they find out about your existence.

Instead, you busy yourself with watching in fascination as Beel somehow pulls what looks like a rotisserie chicken from the very back of the fridge and shove the whole thing in this mouth. You exchange slightly disturbed looks with Satan as he begins to chew - you’re pretty sure you’ve just seen him dislocate his jaw like a snake to fit it in there.

“You might want to calm down, Beel,” Satan advises after a brief moment’s stunned silence, though even he knows that it’s a fruitless warning. “You’ll end up choking.”

Beel nods, but makes absolutely no move to slow in his aggressive chewing.

“This must be what the peak of evolution looks like,” You say in bemused awe as Beel finishes eating. The entire chicken has disappeared down his throat - bones and all. “How the hell does he manage that?”

Satan doesn’t answer, but his subtle shrug says that your guess is as good as his.

Much to your surprise and Satan’s resignation, Beel immediately goes back to the fridge, apparently unsatisfied by the copious amount of fowl he’s just eaten. To be honest, you feel sorry for the guy - while the you from when you’d still been able to eat would have done some unspeakable things to be able to consume as much as he does and still remain that fit, you’re sure that the black hole he calls a stomach must be an awful thing to have to deal with. At least he gets to enjoy a lot of food because of it, though you suppose it’s a double-edged sword if he’s also constantly being scolded for it. Personally, you don’t understand the reasoning behind telling someone off for eating as much food as they need, but they are demons. You probably shouldn’t expect them to have that level of compassion.

By the time you break out of your train of thought, Beel has found something else to eat amidst the many empty boxes in the fridge. It’s much smaller than the rotisserie chicken - some kind of pastry with a dollop of snowy white cream on top, decorated with a few lines of melted chocolate to look like a cat’s face. In fact, it looks almost identical to…

“Hey, wait!” You swipe a useless hand through Beel’s arm as he raises the pastry to his mouth. “Don’t eat that—!”

Too late. The pastry disappears into Beel’s mouth, and you drift backwards again, letting out a defeated groan. Satan shoots you a curious look - you can’t eat, after all, so why are you so upset about Beel eating that pastry? Is there something special about it?

His question is answered when he actually turns to look at his younger brother. The Avatar of Gluttony has gone rigid on the spot and is blinking rapidly, his eyes the size of moons.

“Beel…?” Satan questions hesitantly. “Are you feeling alright?”

Beel takes a long moment to respond, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Satan takes a closer look and realises that Beel’s pupils seem to have dilated to an almost impossible degree, resembling a cat’s eyes when it’s about to go absolutely feral. Whatever it is was in that pastry, it’s definitely hit him hard.

Now, Satan isn’t one to interrupt good fun when it’s about to happen, so instead of stepping in and performing some sort of spell that might help on his possibly-high brother like a good guy, he sits back and watches as Beel’s head swings around the room as if he's never seen anything in it before like the mischief-loving little shit he is. Beel himself doesn’t appear to be negatively affected, so it can’t be that bad, right?

You float cautiously around the giant as his hands ball into fists. His entire body is trembling slightly with pent-up energy. Then, a split second later, as if he’s been zapped by some catalystic bolt of lightning, he abruptly snaps back on his heel and positively zooms out of the room. You can practically see the cartoony cloud of dust that he’s kicking up as he disappears down the corridor.

“He’s absolutely zooted right now,” You comment, flipping upside with a resigned sigh and crossing your arms a little grumpily. “I told him not to eat it.”

“He couldn’t hear you, you know,” Satan says, moving over to the fridge and slamming it shut, since Beel has neglected to. “What was even in that thing?”

You shrug. “Don’t know. I’ve just been calling it demon-nip.”

“I suppose that it does to demons what catnip does to cats, then?” Satan doesn’t even wait for you to answer before continuing - rude. “How did you even get a hold of it? Never mind that, how did you manage to get it in a pastry and put it in the fridge?”

“I got some help from one of the poltergeists downtown to make it,” You wave your hands about dismissively. “You should pay more attention when you go out. I disappeared for, like, five hours, and you didn’t even notice.”

“When even was this?”

“Tuesday, I think. Remember when you bought that giant bag of cat paw-shaped biscuits and then accidentally dropped the bag in the hall and got them everywhere?”

You don’t miss the way that the tips of his ears go slightly pink as he coughs subtly and averts his gaze. “...why would the poltergeists help you? They hate humans.”

“I don’t know, actually…” You ponder for a moment, then decide, “...probably because I’m cute.”

“Are you?” Satan deadpans. “Cute is what you’d call a cat. You’re just… tolerable.”

“Oh, fuck you, I think I’m adorable.” You huff, flying over and poking him hard in the side of the head. Satan hisses in pain and reaches up to rub the sore spot, but he supposes he should have seen that blow coming - you’re never too humble to make yourself physical enough to hit him after an insult.

“Where did that idea even come from?” He asks quickly, not wanting to take another attack. You may be a mere imprint of a dead human, but your fingers are sharp, and he’d prefer not to provoke you further if he can avoid it.

His change of subject is so abrupt and obvious that it’s almost laughable, but you choose not to call him out on it. As much as you’d like to set him on fire or something, he hasn’t given you a really good reason to commit arson yet, and you’d just end up feeling bad for doing it. Well, to be fair, he did kill you… but still, you don’t want to keep holding that over his head.

“I read it in a book.” You answer. Satan’s eyes light up slightly.

“Do you remember the title?” He asks almost eagerly, and you disguise a snicker. His intentions are practically painted in bright red paint across his face - he’s hoping that there’ll be more schemes like the one you’ve performed that he can use against that sadist of an older brother of his.

Unfortunately for him, the book doesn’t exist. “Yeah. It’s called One Hundred Ways To Get Back At The Ass That Killed You, Free Of Murder and Actual Crimes That Might Get You Persecuted And Sent To Super Hell.”

Satan clearly isn’t thinking very hard today, because for a moment he actually looks as if he believes you - you suppose it’s because he’s grown desensitised to the oddness of such long titles after hearing so many weirdly specific anime titles from the otaku brother that you still have yet to see come out of his room. (You’ve floated in a few times to have a look around and appreciate the decor, but other than that, you’ve barely even seen his face. You’re not even sure what his name is, to be honest…)

He realises what you’re getting at after a moment, though, and immediately frowns at you in disapproval. You just grin, pleased with your small victory.

“You're insufferable,” He says, shaking his head with an long sigh.

“No, I'm cute,” You counter, frowning. “Weren't you listening to me earlier?”

He throws his hands up hastily as you drift forward with a hand brandished and a nasty glint in your eye, unwilling to get jabbed at again. “Okay, okay, I get it.”

You, however, don't relent. Eyes narrowing, you float even closer - so close that, if you'd been physical, he’d have been able to feel your breath on his face. “Say it.”

Satan may be one of the seven most powerful demons in the Devildom (below Diavolo, of course, and possibly Barbatos), but the aggression of a pissed-off ghost, especially if that ghost is you, isn't anything he wants to be on the receiving end of right now. “Fine, fine! You're adorable, you're cute, whatever. Now will you leave me alone?”

You finally pull back, beaming in a gratified fashion. “That's all I wanted to hear!”

Satan gives you an irritated look as you drift back across the kitchen, a satisfied grin on your face. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’ve said that already,” You sing back, laughing in victory when you see his eyebrow twitch slightly in annoyance. “And you had the nerve to lecture me about creativity earlier! Why don’t you come up with better material, Mr Shoes-Up-My-Ass?”

He doesn’t reply for a good moment, attempting to think of a insult to counter your admittedly slightly juvenile one. Try as he might, though, all of his good jibes seem to have evaporated. “...shut up.”

His pathetic response, of course, immediately compels you to take the piss out of him. Clutching your chest dramatically, as if Satan’s just stabbed you with the knife you’d been waving about earlier, you wail, “Oh, thy words do wound me! 'Tis like thou hath rip’d my heart out with thy own hands!”

Satan glares you for a long moment, but he doesn’t have the heart to keep it up when you’re grinning so brightly. Honestly, you’re a nuisance and a brat sometimes, sure, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider you his closest friend at this point. “...do you even know how to use those words?”

You drop the act faster than Asmo throws it down on a Saturday night, shrugging and floating back over to hover just above the chair across from Satan’s. “Nope. It sounded right, though, right?”

“I haven’t read enough works in Old English to know,” Satan admits with a shake of his head. “But it did, I suppose…”

It’s kind of weird that he’s agreeing so easily, you think. Has he just had enough of your bullshit and is complying with to keep you quiet? Or has he just finally seen the light of your brilliance?

...well, you suppose it doesn’t matter. You grin and move to ruffle his hair, but forget to make your hand physical and instead end up flying right through his head. Satan shudders slightly - though he doesn’t feel it, it’s still weird to have an entire hand and arm go through his cranium.

“Could you not?” He complains as you right yourself and pull your hand back again. “This feels weird.”

“Baby.”

“Pet names aren’t going to do anything,” He sighs, pulling his chair to the side so that he’s no longer half-inside your torso. “Hands to yourself.”

“No, it was an insult,” You correct him. “I was calling you a baby. Though bitch-boy works too.”

Satan lets out a long sigh. Now you’re just back where you started.

[bombyxluna]

I have a question, " What would happen if the Obey Me brothers + Undatables found out their GN!M/c was scarred physically by a former partner or parents. Examples| Oil burns from pan on face, scratch marks on arms or back, whip marks on the thighs and calves, a clipped ear + a scarred lip, ect ect. I know this is dark, unless~

CW: mentions of past abuse 

GN!MC

The brothers + undatables react to: a scarred MC

Mammon

At first, he thought your scars were resultant of childhood endeavors or maybe drunk decisions - normal stuff that everyone has. Once he finds out the true reason of why they’re there in the first place, he is quiet, quieter than you’ve ever seen him. His hands tremble, fists clenching. He is angry, but not at you. He’s angry at the people who hurt you, and that he couldn’t do anything to protect you from them. With you in his arms, he promises - and rest assured, he means it - that nothing bad will ever come your way again. And if he slips away from you as you sleep to pay a visit to the human realm and leave a message of his own to whoever hurt you, it’s no one’s business. 

Belphegor

Having his own battle scars and being no stranger to the pain that comes from them, he already had figured out where you’ve gotten the marks all over your body. He’d waited for the day you’d be comfortable enough to talk to him about it, and when you did open up,  he listened. He held your hands as you spoke, held you close when tears stained your cheeks. When you fell quiet, he respected it, providing silent support and company. He is thankful that his mistakes haven’t left any scars on you, he doesn’t think he could forgive himself if they had. He burns in rage over what happened to you, but he stays with you instead of acting on it - he’s been working on his emotions, and just being together is already enough for the both of you. 

Levi 

He is furious. As soon as you tell him about where your scars came from, he loses it. How dare anyone touch you in such a vile way. He feels awful - ready to end whoever thought they had the right to hurt you. But first, he spends the day by your side, quiet support with stuttered words and whispered reassurance. He is warm by your side, holding you as tight as he can, wrapping his tail around you to keep you as close as possible. He is angry, seething, but not at you. With you he is lovable, as caring as ever, a helping hand for all your needs. 

Asmodeus

He isn’t pushy about the subject of your scars. He is always lovable with you, always praising your body, your heart, your personality. He loves you to no end, you’re perfect in his eyes, no matter what. When you tell him about them, he is sorrowful - not that they’re there, but that they’ve even happened in the first place. He wishes nothing more than to destroy anyone who’s ever laid a hand on his beloved, and he might act on it, even, if you give him the okay. You’re unsure, so for now he holds you, fills you with love and kisses, and cherishes the bond you share even further. 

Beelzebub

Because of how protective he is with you, you’re a little worried about how he’ll react once you tell him about the scars. There are hints of tears on his eyes when you’re done talking, and he hugs you tighter than he’s ever had before. You have to remind him that you need to breathe, and when you part he tells you that as long as he lives, no one will touch you ever again. He is angry but not vengeful, though he’ll never forgive the people who have hurt you, he worries about your well being first and foremost. He stays with you, makes you your favorite food for comfort, and you enjoy a quiet night, basking in all his warmth and care.

Lucifer

He doesn’t mind whether or not you keep quiet about your scars at first. Though curious, he is reserved and respectful about people’s personal histories - having a lot of personal baggage himself. However, when you do open up about it, he simply consoled you, guaranteeing you that you’ll always be safe with him. He is as loving as ever even if you cry - keeping you company and even going as far as drawing you a bath so you can fully relax your mind. And though he normally wouldn’t grace such lowly beings with his presence, this might be the exception.

Satan

As observant as he is, he knew right away what those scars meant. He asks you about them one night when you’re both laying together on his bed. He is open about his questions, just as much as he respects if you don’t want to answer a few of them. It’s a quiet talk. You tell him everything and he waits for the right moments to speak. He doesn’t try to hide his rage over the people who have hurt you - it’d be futile to do so. Though he despises the idea of anybody laying a finger on you and wants nothing more than to rip them apart, he doesn’t want to leave your side - not now, not ever. 

Barbatos

He knew about your scars even before you told him. It’s not surprising that he does, but even then he listens to your story. He asks you if you’d wish for him to change the timeline if you’d like for him to try and fix it. He doesn’t mind your decision when you deny him - you don’t want to risk losing this, how close you’ve gotten to all of them in the Devildom, but especially how close the two of you got. His presence is as comforting as always. He suggests that, if he can’t change the past, he would like to reassure that your future is as happy as possible. If you’d let him, he’ll keep trying to make you smile, and always be there for you in times of need. 

Solomon

Solomon had seen his fair share of scars in all of his human years. He had a pretty clear idea of where the scars came from, but despite being a little curious about them, he doesn’t do anything. He lays by your side and listens to you talk about them. Of course, he offers the obvious: which one of the 72 demons I have a pact with do you wish to destroy the people who’ve hurt you? Whether or not you take the offer, he doesn’t force you, but he does cuddle you until the both of you fell asleep, his hands around you tighter than ever before.

Simeon

Despite being a firm believer in forgiveness, repenting, and understanding, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to destroy whoever hurt you.  He accepts your tears and your pain as his own, and he wants nothing more than to be near you and hold you for the rest of the days. Divine wishes be damned, however - the desire to make the people who hurt you pay doesn’t fade, and he will make sure that they have no place in the Celestial Realm.

Diavolo

The prince of the Devildom is no stranger to the sins that roam the earth. He imagines what the scars are even from the time he saw your picture on the possible exchange students’ files. Though that’s certainly not what made you be chosen, he is glad to know that you’re in a safe space now and that his company brings you comfort and joy. He believes in the union of the realms and so revenge is not something he’s seeking at the moment, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make sure that when the people who hurt you find their way to the damned fires of hell, they’ll pay.

[yuumaofc]

//EP. 3; The brothers are acting weirdly, how strange.

TW// Death threats, Cursing/bad words :(,

MC POV

It’s been a fairly strange morning, if I do say so myself. Firstly, the brothers were annoyed and irritated but I simply brushed it off as them waking up on the wrong side of the bed as this is nothing new. Secondly, Felix has been quiet ever since our encounter with the demons from yesterday. He’s usually always so talkative so maybe he’s also not feeling well.

MC- “Good morning everyone.”

The only response, or vocal response, was from Felix. He gave a barely audible hum as acknowledgement to my greeting, everyone else stayed silent at the dining table as I put down everyone’s respective plates of breakfast.

Everyone- “Thanks for the food.”

The brothers are acting weirdly, how strange.

{ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ; 10:57ᴀᴍ, ʀᴀᴅ ᴛ��ɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ}

{SFX; Clack.. clack.. clack..}

???- “distantly it’s all.. plan.. this’ll be.. sy..!”

MC- ‘Whoever could that be? Well whoever it is, they won’t be for long since it sounds like they’re up to no good.’

I sped up my pace, hoping to catch the demon quickly and report this to Diavolo.

{SFX; SLAM!}

At the point I was sprinting down the halls, this definitely wasn’t good.

???- “Just what the hell do you think you’re planning, Huh?! You better fucking tell me of else I’ll rip off your stupid empty head and feed your worthless body to-“

Before things could escalate any farther, I turned the corner into the hallway with the two and saw that it was Felix and Satan. Felix had an expression of the upmost fear and hurt you could ever see in a person. Satan, on the other hand, was bursting with rage. He looked so angry that he was about to explode like a volcano.

Satans grip on Felix’s biceps was deathly, his knuckles were white and was cutting of the circulation quickly, at this rate he might break Felix’s arms like toothpicks. He squeezed him harder to which Felix yelped loudly, he was borderline about to scream his lungs out from the pain.

MC- “SATAN! What the hell are you doing?! Let go of him immediately!!”

Satan looked at me in shock and let go of Felix instantly, clearly stunned at being caught looking like the villain in this situation. Felix took this chance to run over to me and crash into my arms. He was trembling, holding in his sobs, he explained to me what had happened.

Felix- “I-I was just walking back to m-my class after u-using the bathroom and g-got attacked by S-Satan out of n-no where!”

Satan grew angry again at his accusation, impossibly even more so, and screamed,

Satan- “FUCK YOU MEAN I ATTACKED YOU OUT OF NOWHERE?! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL AS I DO WHY I DID WHAT I DID!!”

MC- ‘At this rate, the other demons would be coming out to see what the commotions all about..’

Placing one hand on the back of Felix’s head and the other on the small of his lower back, I looked up and glowered at Satan. In return, Satan flinched, having never seen such a look ever cross my face before, too used to seeing a smile or calm look come to my face.

MC- “Satan, I believe I’ll have to be telling Lucifer about your behavior after school unless you can somehow make it up to Felix about this. You disappoint me. I thought you knew better than to attack a new arrival who is still getting used to being here.”

Satan stared at me in shock. Why? Why was I, the one who’s been with him and his brothers for 2 years, be trusting someone who’s only been here for a week!? How could I be taking this.. things side! When I didn’t even know the full story?! But I suppose I can’t take the attackers side and blame the victim during the act of violence displayed before me when I arrived, now can I?

Before he said anything, he shut his mouth and growled, storming away to go take out his anger on a helpless tree or read a book to calm down. Growing ever more angered, irritated, and aggravated after seeing the mocking and cocky smirk he got from a certain someone but going unnoticed by someone else, practically screaming, ‘I win.’ Right in his face.

MC- “Felix, let’s get you to the infirmary as you’ve most likely gotten bruises from that. His grip looked deathly tight on your arms.”

Felix nodded, not saying a word as he was too shaken up by the encounter with the Avatar of Wrath. The experience is definitely not amazing as he could break your neck with just a flick of his wrist.

{ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ; ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ɪɴғɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 11:36}

When we got to the infirmary, I sat Felix down on one of the hospital beds and went to go look for the nurse but she wasn’t here.

MC- ‘Why are the nurses never here when needed? Maybe she just left to the bathroom or something then.’

I walked back over to Felix to check up on him. He was looking at the floor, feeling a little disappointed in himself about having to depend on me so much but it’s only been a week since he’s been here so I do not hold it against him for clinging to me on a daily basis. The shock of being in a new area on such short notice will definitely have effects on your current self.

MC- “Felix, are your arms okay? They’re not sore or anything, are they?”

He jolted at the sudden ask and looked up at me with slight puffy eyes.

Felix- “No.. I.. I don’t know, maybe? I mean, I probably can’t use them for a bit? Y’know because he grabbed me pretty tightly and all…”

MC- “Yeah I understand that part. I’ll be reporting this to Diavolo and Lucifer. Just stay here and rest until the nurse gets back.”

Felix nodded and laid down on the bed, it’s been a really weird day.

MC- “I’ll be back to check on you after school, alright? Can you wait until then or do I need to check up on you regularly during the breaks between each period?”

Felix flushed at the second option.

Felix- ‘As much as it would be nice..’

“I don’t want to take up your time and make it feel like you’re obligated to watch and take care of me.”

MC- “So you would rather have me come and get you after school?”

He nodded and smiled, albeit weakly..

Felix- “Yeah, I would feel like a burden if you came in often just for me..”

I stared at him before sighing and nodding at his words.

MC- “Alright then, but if you have any questions or problems then just tell the nurse to come get me.”

He smiled and nodded with much more enthusiasm, waving at me as I left the infirmary.

{ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʀᴀᴅ; ʟᴇғᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪɴɢ, ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ɪɴғɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 11:57}

MC- “It’s almost time for lunch, I should report to Diavolo and Lucifer then-.. I sound too much like Lucifer, I need to loosen up again and stop being around him so much. . . And I need to talk to Satan about his outburst.”

{ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ; ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; ᴄᴀғᴇᴛᴇʀɪᴀ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 12:04}

As I entered the cafeteria, I made a beeline for the table that they sit at, needing to talk with Satan and ask him why he did what he did. I’m not choosing sides, everyone has a reason for why they did what they did. Even if it’s one of the dumbest reasons you’ll ever hear…

Beel- “Oh- Emshee! Whush up?”

He greeted me as I approached the table of 6, their heads turning in my direction. Satan’s face soured, resentment clawing it’s way back into his body but it wasn’t resentment meant for me.

MC- “Hello Beel, please don’t talk with your mouth full, you could choke.”

Beel nodded and swallowed his food before speaking to me again.

Beel- “So what’s up? Did you need something?”

MC- “Yes actually, I need to speak to Satan.”

Satan sighed with slight annoyance before standing, patting down any wrinkles that formed in his uniform then walking away with me to converse.

{ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 12:37}

Satan- “If you’re still mad at me about what happened earlier then you might as well just-!”

I stopped him in the middle of his sentence by caressing his face gently. He blinked in surprise before leaning into my touch, it always helped calm him down.

MC- “I’m not mad about that anymore, I just want to know why..”

Satan scowled at this, wasn’t it obvious?!

Satan- “I did it because he’s planning something! That little good for nothing crybaby bitch is planning something, and it has something to do with you! Okay?!”

I stared at Satan in surprise, how could Felix do something like this? That shy pink haired boy that wouldn’t harm a fly, is planning something? And it has to do with me?

MC- “Well that’s a little far fetched since Felix wouldn’t harm a fly! But if what you say is true then I guess I’ll have to ask him myself.”

Satan- “No! Why would you ask him?! He’s obviously going to deny it!”

MC- “Then what do you suggest we do?”

Satan- “We wait it out I guess..”

MC- “Hm.. I guess we could, it’s for the best I guess.”

Satan hummed in content before separating from my hand and taking it into his, dragging me back to the table with the other 5.

It’s been such an unusual day today.

//

AJJFKSPEC LOOK I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 2 WEEKS SINCE MY LAST UPLOAD BUT I GOT STUCK ON WRITERS BLOCK AND HAVE ONLY BEEN ABLE TO DO THIS BIT BY BIT DJSKKDOSD

Anyways I’ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.

AND IM WORKING ON SOMETHING ELSE SOOOOO

Be ready for that!

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[tragedytells-tales]

Obey me master list!

The collection

- Just thinking

📜 MC needs to remember that they're only human. - Summoning MC

📜 Headcanons - the brothers, dateables, and luke reacting to MC being summoned by Solomon as an experiment.

- Warm Blankets and Breaks 📜 The brothers take care of a overworked and burnout MC on a bad day.

- You belong

📜 MC decided to once again do the improbable. But bringing back someone's sister isn't as easy.

- A Barrage of Truth

📜 Reality hits like a ton of bricks when it comes to something as fickle as a faked love.

- Venomous

📜 Random headcanons that I have for Leviathan.

- Solace

📜 One is never as alone as they may think. Even when it feels like the world is crumbling.

- A Found Family

📜 MC and Solomon make their monthly visits to the devildom orphanage!

- Just the two of us

📜 Headcanons - That moment when your partner has a protective sibling, but so do you

- How bad can it be?

📜 Request - ya gotta do what a gotta do to protect yourself against demons! Who says you can't have fun?

- Oh, Sugar Honey Ice Tea

📜 Headcanons - Random, nonsensical, and three am thought things that they're afraid of/makes them uncomfortable.

- My Kind Inner Demon

📜 Who knew living in ones head rent free could be taken so seriously.

- Fireflies and Moving On

📜 Lilith was tired of giving them chances.

- Solomon: The Musical

📜 [ Imagines ] Solomon being a theater kid for a few words or so.

- The Other Fallen Angel

📜 Request - What if Lilith hadn't died in the war? How much would it change?

- Vengeful Tides

📜 Maybe they should've remembered they're only human.

- Honey, I lost the kid...

📜 Luke goes out on his own and it's up to everyone to find him.

- One Teens Down Days

📜 Just because they're in the devildom doesn't mean they're free of human suffering.

- How Lucifer wakes up the crew when they sleep in, but explained badly

📜 Headcanons - A shitpost about how Lucifer wakes up everyone when they decide to sleep in but have places to be

- How Lucifer wakes up an MC, explained badly

📜 Request - How Lucifer wakes up an MC with insomnia, and an MC who death sleeps

- A Souls Resentment

📜 Halloween goes haywire when two humans become cursed and a soul unearths its pain.

- Lessons in Cringe Culture

📜 Request - MC has a few ideas on how to make these ten million years old demons more modern. Are they good ideas? Who knows and who cares

The royals

- Oh, Sugar Honey Ice Tea

- My Kind Inner Demon

Purgatory hall

- A Found Family [ Solomon centric ]

- Oh, Sugar Honey Ice Tea

- My Kind Inner Demon

- Fireflies and Moving On

- Solomon: the musical

Lilith

- Fireflies and Moving On

- The other fallen angel

MC centric

- Just thinking - Warm Blankets and Breaks

- You belong

- A Barrage of Truth

- A Found Family

- Vengeful Tides

The brothers

- Just thinking

- Warm blankets and Breaks

- Venomous [ Leviathan Headcanons ]

- just the two of us

- Oh, Sugar Honey Ice Tea

- My Kind Inner Demon

- How Lucifer wakes up the crew when they sleep in, but explained badly

- How Lucifer wakes up an MC, explained badly

- A Souls Resentment

Teen!MC

- How bad can it be?

- One Teens Down Days

- Lessons in Cringe Culture

[hallow-moons]

Obey Me!

RANKED

My new ranked list of the Obey character since the undatables are now dateable. ~ please remember that these are just my personal preferences, feelings, and reasons.

Diavolo - honestly just cute, hot, buff, big tiddy prince. I like how playful he is, but also knowing that he has a serious side. I also just love his character development. That even though he basically kidnapped me (as MC) at first, he was always protective and willing to learn.

Beel - once again hot, buff tiddy man with a heart of gold. His personality may be a bit dry sometimes, but he's come a long way after what he's been through. Even if he did slip up in S2. Plus I like a man who I can have snacks with and honestly, I feel like if it was pouring rain outside and MC was like "Beel, I want sweets from Madam Screams." He would go out and get it. Then it's just the perfect excuse to snick snack then cuddle and frick frack to warm him up.

Belphie - All the cuddles and naps. I AM Belphie. I like sleep, I like cuddles, I like kisses, I like sleepy sex, and I can hella spiteful but innocently cute at the same time. I'm not as tunnel visioned as he can be though I can be very vengeful. I'd throw away his mustard ass yellow pants though. Buy him some new ones.

Mammon - he... he's so soft and caring- it 95% overrides his dumb ideas. Get him alone and he's comfy with you, it just kisses and praising each other all night. Also very protective and strong with he has to be. He just has more energy than I ever would and I cant always keep up with him.

Satan - once again, can be super soft plus he loves cats. I love cats. He can be romantic, mischievous, and resourceful. I just feel like he is way too good for me and way outta my league. :') his eyes are so pretty and I just wanna stare into them.

Barbatos - again, way out of my league, but he seems like he can be sweet albeit strict. A side from one of the Devilgram stories, I don't know how he is with MC yet. And I dont like strictness or formalities. Those things literally make up this man's entire existence. So he's on the fence for now.

Solomon - way super shady at first and likes to use people which, of course, made me hella suspicious. Also pretty oblivious with his bad cooking. He could be my best friend, but not a lover for me. Once again, on the fence. I need more content with him in the up coming chapters if I'm going to move him up on the list.

Simeon - I'm so back and forth with this man. Like he's super cute, handsome and sweet, but can also be a mean bitch. I personally didnt have a good experience with christianity so there's this bitterness that I automatically had with him (and Luke). Hes just so damn pretty though...

Levi - my anime fix! My nerd friend who I can always play games with! He's just... too into it? Like he's a little too high and mighty with the anime stuff for my taste, and the constant self degradation he does is too much for me.

Asmo - absolutely nothing in common with Asmo. I care nothing for looks or makeup or fashion so we would have no common ground, but I'd let him pamper me and pick out clothes for me if he wanted to. Plus I see him as a bottom and I'm a bottom, and I cant see it working.

Lucifer - I would have hate sex with this man. I want to hate his guts to the bottom layer of hell and back, but damn, I feel sorry for him. Self care is a thing. I'd be a big pain in his ass bc I would never listen to him, but also try to be genuinely nice at times, and like bring him a drink or snack to his study. He's also such a dom that I'd let him have at me. I guess let him think he's punishing me for all the shit I would put him through. Am Pres of the Anti Lucifer Club. He does really care for his family though in some dumb ways.

Luke - a holier than thou child who is very, very annoying in my book. Not someone I'd want to hang out with. He doesnt have many friends and that's why. He is also yappy chihuahua to me. But he is still smol child so I instinctively must protect.