#oc: merihem
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yin-shimo · 10 hours ago
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Slow Mornings
lazy render i somehow still took way too long on lmaooo I am a lil surprised by how well they look even w/o any makeup lol
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lunareclipse06 · 8 months ago
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And now they’re all done!!
I am never drawing this many demons again
Part 3 Part 2 Part 1
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neptuniite · 2 years ago
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living in the worst parts, ruining myself
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vespertea · 1 year ago
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My Helluva Boss OCs, Dax, Tripp, and their sinful demon princess Merihem of the Vainglory ring. Merihem is based on a bat & manta ray hybrid! I wanted something that flies, but maybe looked somewhat elegant even though it was still monstrous and demonic. Her unleashed form is much more bat-monster like, rivalling that of dragons. Vainglory Imps are born with larger, fancier horns, wings, and are more likely to have symmetrical or artistically abstract birth marks (white & black markings). They're descended from Lust Imps (regular imps who bred with Succubi, putting wings in the gene pool) and are obsessed with decorating themselves in any way possible, as their home ring entails. Vainglory is a major shopping district, selling cosmetics to it's inhabitants. Personal imps that belong to Merihem herself are decorated in gold jewelry, whereas typical imps will get silver or black cosmetic trinkets. It's not uncommon to see imps with strange white patterns-- some of these can be due to genetics, but many imps also get tattooed in Merihem's Bar & Lounge. Tattoos range from regular black ink to pure cutting and branding. Oh But What Is The Difference Between VG and Plain Old... Pride??
Vainglory : Excessive vanity, ostentatious display
Pride : Inordinate self esteem, unreasonable conceit of one's own superiority in talents, beauty, wealth, rank, etc.
"... Pride is about position and power, and Vainglory is about attention and acknowledgement."
"Vainglory is a characteristic that comes from the heart as desire while Pride is an attitude that comes from the mind as a way of thinking or mindset."
"... Vainglory is focused on impressing others and seeking the approval of others, while Pride is focused on one's own self-esteem and trying to be better than others." Hopefully that's enough random quotes I found on the internet comparing the two. They really are different.
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moths-in-the-coat · 1 year ago
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OC PROFILE #8: ORIGINAL UNIVERSE (ARMAGEDDON)
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"I never asked to be born sinful. I never asked to be born at all."
✴ name: Ariel Merihem ✴ nicknames: Ari, Mayhem, Hellstar, Sparky ✴ age: Appears to be in her early 20's ✴ birthday: June 6 ✴ star sign: Gemini ✴ birthplace: Promethea, Pride Sector, Hell ✴ hometown: New Sodom, Lust Sector, Hell ✴ ethnicity: ...demon? succubus? uhh... ✴ nationality: Infernal...? ✴ languages spoken: English ✴ gender: Female (she/her) ✴ sexuality: Demisexual
ii.– appearance
✴ description: Ariel is an average-height demon with red skin, tall, sharp horns, and leathery, bat-like wings. She has golden eyes (indicative of a demon of Pride) and short blonde hair. ✴ height: 5'7 (170 cm) ✴ weight: Unknown ✴ other distinguishing features: beauty mark on cheek, cupid's bow lips, long legs
iii.– personality
✴ positive traits: courageous, unselfish, focused, clever, supportive ✴ neutral traits: stylish, outspoken, rebellious, charismatic, proud ✴ negative traits: fanciful, cunning, big-headed, obnoxious, jealous ✴ likes: dancing, fancy clothes, spicy food, shiny things, herself ✴ dislikes: angels, salty food, being bossed around, geese, her job ✴ fears: reincarnation, angels, dogs ✴ hobbies: dancing, sewing, singing, making cocktails, pickpocketing ✴ talents: singing, dancing, persuasion, swindling, melee combat
iv.– abilities
✴ status: citizen ✴ abilities: seduction, weak pyrokinesis, shapeshifting, good at fighting
v.– relationships
✴ family: Ariel doesn't have a good relationship with either parent, as she was thrown out of the house at 16 to fend for herself and hasn't been in contact with either since then. ✴ friends: Sammy Braddock, "DEXTER" (sort of) ✴ enemies: is distrustful of just about everyone, everyone is her enemy in her eyes ✴ love interest: none, single
vi.– backstory
Ariel was born in the Pride Sector of Hell out of a union between an incubus and succubus. From a young age, she was forced to be hyperindependent due to her parents' neglect and substance abuse. At 16, she was kicked out of the house and forced to live on her own with no support so to speak. She went from city to city and sector to sector working odd jobs to support herself, eventually finding her place in Kellogg's, the premier cabaret bar in the Lust Sector's New Sodom. Since then, she's been one of the headlining performers there.
…and then the fic starts.
vii.– other
✴ fashion style: burlesque, femme fatale, luxe, glam girl ✴ face claim: Marilyn Monroe (i guess?) ✴ voice claim: Jamie Marchi ✴ theme song: Material Girl- Madonna ✴ assorted fun facts: Her singing and dancing skills are completely self-taught. Her guilty pleasure is heavy metal. Despite being a succubus, she's demisexual. Most of her clothes are covered in rhinestones or jewels. One of her odd jobs was being a stand-up comedian. She loves cats.
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indragonsaur · 2 years ago
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Art trade with witcheryz on Deviantart
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deathinfeathers · 7 months ago
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Request only muses:
I will assume everything you send me via inbox is intended for Lute unless you specify otherwise! Keep in mind that my muse for these characters tends to be fickle.
Adam
Title: commander of the excorcist unit
Species: Human (formerly) Angel
Age: 6000+
Sex/Gender: Cis male (he/him)
Orientation: Bisexual (strong femme lean)
Alignment: Lawful evil
Oriana (OC)
Title: The first excorcist
Species: Excorcist
Age: 1000+
Sex/gender: Genderless, femme presenting (she/her)
Orientation: Bisexual
Alignment: Lawful good
Merihem (OC)
Title: (verse dependant) Princess of hell/Princess of heaven
Species: Angel/human/demon hybrid
Age: dependant, generally around 0-20
Sex/Gender: Cis female (she/her)
Orientation: Pansexual
Alignment: Lawful neutral
Ephraim (OC)
Title: Captain of the JEA (Junior excorcist academy)
Species: Human (formerly) angel
Age: 1000+
Sex/gender: Cis male (he/him)
Orientation: Aromantic heterosexual
Alignment: Neutral evil
Sera
Title: High seraphim of the celestial council
Species: Seraphim
Age: as old as time itself
Sex/gender: Genderless, femme presenting (she/her)
Orientation: Aromantic, Asexual
Alignment: Lawful neutral/evil
Lucifer
Title: (verse dependant) King of hell/Seraphim of heaven
Species: Fallen seraphim
Age: several billion years old
Sex/gender: Genderless, masc presenting (he/him)
Orientation: Pansexual
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Mammon
Title: King of the greed ring
Species: Fallen seraphim
Age: several billion years old
Sex/gender: Genderless, masc presenting (he/him)
Orientation: Aromantic, Pansexual
Alignment: Neutral evil
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lavillastrangiatoart · 5 years ago
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ahahaha how are you that small
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clockwiseleon · 3 years ago
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(Reblogs appreciated!)
My boyfriend's oc Merihem :)
(Schwul_leutnant on instagram)
I drew this to get out of cleaning the air fryer lol
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jinxthejubilee · 3 years ago
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Finally decided to ink this page! Not sure if I'm proud of this one, but I'm practicing!
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valkavavaart · 5 years ago
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i made a background character but i got attached to him. hes made of soot
ben thinks he runs a toddler fight club
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yin-shimo · 2 days ago
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proof my bitchass is infact working on the poses teehee
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lunareclipse06 · 3 years ago
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Day 23: Merihem
Yet another girlboss
Now with blood baths
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severe-art · 6 years ago
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“Bitch”
Messing w animation again just for funsies
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moths-in-the-coat · 1 year ago
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OC PROFILE #7: ORIGINAL UNIVERSE (ARMAGEDDON)
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"Fear not, for I am DEXTER... former messenger of... The Big Guy."
ꙮ name: Unknowable to mortals, goes by DEXTER ꙮ nicknames: Dex, Dexy ꙮ age: No concept of age ꙮ birthday: Unknown, celebrates on December 17 ꙮ star sign: None? ꙮ birthplace: Primum Mobile, Paradiso, Heaven ꙮ hometown: The Empyrian, Paradiso, Heaven ꙮ ethnicity: None, just a Seraph ꙮ nationality: Heaven... ese? ꙮ languages spoken: ALL ꙮ gender: No concept of gender, any pronouns, he/him for consistency ꙮ sexuality: Pansexual (despite being unable to copulate)
ii.– appearance
ꙮ description: DEXTER is a Seraph, one of the higher-ranking angels in Heaven. His true form is incomprehensible to most beings, so their form varies. When interacting with anyone of a lower rank, he appears with a tall humanoid form with a head shaped like an Ophanim (gold rings, covered in eyes) and three pairs of white wings. ꙮ height: (perceivable form) 8'8" (264 cm.), (true form) 30'4" (925 cm.) ꙮ weight: Unknown ꙮ other distinguishing features: Variable
iii.– personality
ꙮ positive traits: understanding, trustworthy, open-minded, mature, wise ꙮ neutral traits: deadpan, sarcastic, frank, honorable, perfectionist ꙮ negative traits: nitpicky, manipulative, morbid, blunt, know-it-all ꙮ likes: cloudwatching, coffee, long naps, sweaters, relaxing ꙮ dislikes: strenuous labor, staying up late, cherubs, horror movies, cold temperatures ꙮ fears: The Big Guy. That's it. ꙮ hobbies: knitting, journaling, watching movies, cryptography ꙮ talents: intimidation, reasoning, swordfighting, writing, knitting
iv.– abilities
ꙮ status: Seraph ꙮ weapons: so fucking much. they can melt people, blind people, decapitate them with a sword, whatever. lotta manners of killing.
v.– relationships
ꙮ friends: Sammy Braddock, Ariel Merihem, most other angels (except for cherubs) ꙮ enemies: most lower-ranking demons, all demons with influence ꙮ love interest: an Ophanim named "FRANKIE"
vi.– backstory
Like all Seraphim, DEXTER was created by The Big Guy in the Primum Mobile to be a messenger. Still, they were taken out of commission after it was decided that guardian angels would be a better option for bettering humanity. After several thousand years of doing just about nothing (since The Big Guy doesn't let anyone higher than a Dominion descend to the mortal realm anymore since mortals are awful), he's getting tired and is ready for a change of pace.
…and then the fic starts.
vii.– other
ꙮ fashion style: semi-formal, cozy, light academia ꙮ voice claim: Harlan Ellison (specifically as AM) ꙮ theme song: Thirteen Angels Standing Guard 'Round The Side of Your Bed- Silver Mt. Zion ꙮ assorted fun facts: He has a flock of sheep. He's good at lying, despite it being a sin. His favorite show is Good Omens. His percievable form is 8'8 and his true form is over 30 feet tall. He enjoys Sisters of Mercy and Fields of the Nephilim. He can sleep just about anywhere.
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achoonihaachu · 3 years ago
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God Must Hate Me; The Second Ending
a/n: it's been a while since i updated this series aaaaa i got quite wrapped up in the requests and i've still got so many lined up! i hope you end up liking this update though! i plan on revealing what happened to merihem when the brothers got a hold of him ;DD
warning: lots of cursing, fighting, implications of a*sault (fuck u merihem), lots of crying and yelling, not proof read!
pairings: pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Barbatos x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (individually), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC
reminder: y'know what,, put yourself first. don't let yourself lose out on life just because you feel like you'd be safer if you continue loving wholeheartedly. self-love is the best kind of love <33 stay safe out there ilya! <33
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You hummed as you stared at them in disbelief, “Sorry?” They all stare at you, “No, you’re not sorry that you did this. You- You’re all sorry because it spun out of control too quickly.” You were quick to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes. You face the door once more.
You let out this sound between a tired laugh and a scoff, “You’ve always been this way, you know? I’ve had to pick up the broken pieces and I’m left with nothing but empty apologies and half-assed thank yous. You’ve hurt me.” You say, you attempt to sound brave. Perhaps it was for your heart to start mending itself.
Your hand held the cold doorknob tightly; How far could you go if you tried to make a run for it now?
You wouldn’t be able to go far, unfortunately. Barbatos alone could find you in five minutes.
You steel yourself and take a deep breath before you look back at the group, “I’ve been beaten down, taken for granted, been unloved and unwanted. If I were crueler than I am, I would’ve used the pacts to punish you.” At the mention of them, the pacts burned; seared your skin and theirs but the pain you felt was only a fraction of how you’ve been feeling for months.
They wince and avert their gazes- Not even Lucifer, Pride’s physical form, had the audacity to meet your eye at that moment.
You raised an eyebrow, “What? Now you’re all quiet? That’s honestly laughable. Where’s the begging? The crying? More empty promises and half-assed fucking apologies. I may be human but I’m not fucking stupid.” You seethed.
You were met with more silence.
Diavolo got up from his seat and slowly made his way to you. His hands were outstretched and he radiated an aura of sympathy and honest concern. You, too blinded by your rage, turned to blink at him once and when he was close enough-
You slap him across the face, so hard that he staggers back.
Barbatos is quick to rush to his Master’s side but the redhead waves him off, “No, I think I deserved that as much as any of the brothers.”
“You brought me here. You all made me feel special and you were the ones to break my heart. God, I’m so.. Stupid… Huh, that’s a little funny, yeah? God exists and yet he watched from above, on his golden throne, as I let myself get shit on over and over by a bunch of fucking demons.”
Your hands are in your hair as you tugged lightly; You must’ve looked crazy but in all honesty, you didn’t give a damn.
Lucifer shoots up from his seat, eyebrows knitted in concern, “(MC) please calm down-”
You genuinely chortle in shock, “Calm down? You want me to calm down?!” Your eyes well up with tears as salty as brine. “No, you don’t get to tell me when to calm down, Morningstar, lest you want me to remind you of the literal wrath baby you birthed when you fell from grace.”
A nasty dig but again, Lucifer bit his tongue; He had no right to get angry.
Your eyes held such an anger that had even Satan cowering in fear. Never has he seen such arrant rage from anyone, much less a mortal being.
“None of you deserve the time of day; I don’t have to listen to any of your excuses.” You mutter quietly. You glance around the room as fat tears roll down your cheeks.
Mammon glances at Satan; His younger brother had doubled over, his claws tearing through his favorite green sweatshirt. This was the effect your emotions had on them- on their Sins. They had only experienced small jolts of adrenaline when you indulged in their sins throughout the time you’d spent with them. His eyes meet yours and they plead with you- a muted apology as he begs with you.
Please forgive them- forgive him.
You look away, “I want to go home. Now.” The brothers eye each other nervously, wasn’t this your home- Oh. You must mean Purgatory Hall. It seems you haven’t forgiven them at all. Lucifer breathes out a sigh of disappointment, “Right, Well- Solomon, Simeon. You can go get Luke from (MC)’s old room and you can all head home-”
“No, Purgatory Hall isn’t my home either.”
Their heads snap to your direction; It’s not Purgatory Hall? Where did you want to go- No. Your hands were balled up into fists as you kept your head hung low, “I want to go back to the Human World. I- I want to forget this realm-” You were cut off by a force slamming into your body at full force as it wrapped you up in its warmth.
Mammon wrapped you up in his warm embrace.
You attempted to shove him off as he weeped into your hair; Your arms flailed as you moved to escape his hold, “Let go of me, Mammon.” You were dangerous; Your voice held a sense of… Well, it’s hard to explain. To help paint a picture of it, not even the strongest of the demons would try to instigate a fight with you.
“No! You’re not allowed to leave us- to leave me! We- You promised…” The second-born cried but his arms twitched and dropped to his side immediately. He was bound by the contract you shared. The promise he made to listen to your every order, your every whim- He could never disobey you. He cried out in pain as his skin burned. Your hatred burned so harshly. You shook him off of you like a dog would shake its fur to rid of water. He stumbled back and covered his mouth to silence the cries escaping his lips.
Funny how he still managed to hurt you.
Yuki’s movement was small and fearful, each step she took weighed heavily on her consciousness- She’s the reason for all of this. “(MC). Please don’t go… Please don’t punish them any further- I… I can leave. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back to bother any of you.”
Your eyes were like sharp broken glass; reflecting in the light from the salty tears that threatened to fall but they held such a strong sense of power that if looks could kill, everyone in the room would be dead three times over.
At that moment you didn’t hear Yuki, your best friend- The girl who’d give anything to make you happy. No, you were in the middle of the ocean, drowning from the massive sea of betrayal that kept pushing you underneath the surface- You weren’t given a moment to breathe and though she meant no harm… She was your enemy.
“Oh no, no, no! Please save all that pity for yourselves. I don’t need last minute kindness. You lied to me. All of you lied to me; Even the ever kind and honest Simeon lied to me.”
“(MC), do you really want to leave? Do you wish to go back to the human realm?” Barbatos’ voice cut through the tension; It was getting a little hard to breathe. You stared him down, he never once faltered. You nod once, “With all due respect, and I mean that very sarcastically,”
“Let me go the fuck back home.”
Barbatos glances at his master, who has no other choice but to comply, “Alright then. Solomon, Simeon… We’re going to need your help with the process.”
As the Prince, his butler, and the two exchange students from Purgatory Hall worked to create… something to help aid in erasing your memories, you were left in agonizing silence with the brothers and Yuki.
You sat on a sofa away from them, your knees were brought up to your chest and your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself; Were you really going to spend your last few moments here angry?
“Perhaps… In another life, we would have a chance to make things right between us all. I loved you all so much, more than I loved myself at times but… I need to put myself first. I can’t keep risking my health, my life, to keep you happy.” You said; They listened intently, they hung onto every word you said.
It’d be the last few things you’d tell them before you left.
“All I asked was for you to love me and appreciate me for who I am and for all that I’ve done for you. If… If you had just been honest with me, if you had just stopped being selfish for just one moment… What happened with Merihem today would have never happened and I… I would’ve probably forgiven you.”
“You never gave me a reason to trust you after you replaced me so… Maybe in my next life or the life that follows that, we’ll meet again and…”
“Maybe then you’d treat me right.”
Quiet whines and snivels filled the air; The group was lachrymose. Before any of them could move or say anything, Simeon walked back into the room with a poignant smile, “It’s time.”
You got up from the couch and looked around the common room; you’d spent the best years of your life with these people and in a few moments, you wouldn’t even know who they were. You fished your D.D.D out of your pocket and removed the password, “I’ve had something written for all of you… This was a while back and all I ask is that you only read it once I go back home.” you leave the phone on the couch and keep your eyes trained on Simeon.
Never once did you look back at them.
You see Luke’s little head peek from the stairs and for a moment, you felt weak; Were you really sure about leaving them behind? Luke runs down the steps with ocean eyes, he wraps his arms around you one final time.
“Simeon told me… D-Don’t worry about me, (MC)! I’ll make sure to protect your dreams! When I’m older, I’ll visit you and I’ll make you remember me, okay?!” He cried; Luke’s young but his heart has never ever felt this sensation before. He felt like crying over a loss that has never happened.
He wasn’t losing you to death or to time. He didn’t even get the chance to convince you to stay; He just… had to live with it. He was caught in the crossfire.
You bit your cheek so hard that you started to taste the familiar metallic flavor of your blood, “I’ll see you around, okay? Behave yourself and… and never stop practicing your baking skills.” you whispered quietly to the young angel. His grip tightens on your clothing and Simeon had to physically pull him away.
You walk through corridors and hallways filled with bittersweet memories and lessons you learnt. You grew up a lot in the time you knew them and a part of you… wanted to continue growing with them; A part of you wanted to grow old here in the Devildom but how could you when you were being treated this way?
It may seem dramatic to others; Hell, you felt as though the brothers themselves were judging you for your actions.
They haven’t lived through the nightmare you woke up to every single day.
In a small room near the back of the castle was one of Barbatos’ special rooms- a room he uses to travel through time in. It was cramp and dark, save for the tiny candelabra in the corner of the room that illuminated the faces of those with you. Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos.
You eyed Diavolo’s red cheek, “I- I’m sorry about that by the way. I… I wanna tie all the loose ends before I leave this place, y’know?” Your voice was softer than before; perhaps it was Luke’s effect on you. In all honesty, it was probably because you just didn’t want Luke to hear any sort of fighting.
Diavolo smiled apologetically at you,” It’s alright, (MC). We… I will miss you dearly.” He states as he motions for Barbatos to hand you something. In the hands of the demon butler was a clear elixir bottle and the liquid in it glowed a beautiful purple color. It looked like the most pure of amethyst crystals and small shiny particles that were reminiscent of falling snowflakes.
“You must drink as you step through the door. I made it so that you won’t have to deal with side effects; You’ll just forget us and…” Solomon paused and cleared his throat. He turned his back on you and he stared at the middle candle in the candelabra.
“We’ll see you around, (MC).”
A moment passed and you stared at the bottle; God, you were mesmerized. Should you even drink it? Did you want to go?
You… You may not want to but… You needed to.
You step close to an opened door that leads to white. It wasn’t bright and blinding. It was blank and Barbatos stood by the door, hand wrapped around the doorknob, “You can still turn back, (MC).”
You sigh and shake your head, a somber expression resting on your face, “Thank you for everything, Barbatos.”
You uncork the bottle, a small satisfying pop! echoes like your heartbeat in your eardrums. You place a foot through the door. It felt soft, like a plush cloud. Taking a swig of the sweet liquid, you swallow it all in one gulp. Your feet move on their own, taking your body through the doorway. You never turn back.
The door shuts softly behind you.
It was a feeling between life and death; Perhaps this was the fabled purgatory you’d hear of. No, Barbatos wouldn’t kill you. You close your eyes and let yourself be engulfed by the warmness of wherever you were. Your heart felt lighter almost immediately, your mind started to cloud and your body felt light.
Barbatos- Wait.. Who-?
It was so bright.
You crack open one eye and stare straight at your ceiling. What happened last night? All you could come up with is that you had a bit too much to drink and now… Great! You were going to be late for that job interview! You groan to yourself as you shuffled around your apartment.
Where were those painkillers…
You rush down your apartment building, bumping into your landlord on your way out; He was a sweet redhead, a bit of a himbo but he was nice, “Sorry about that, Dee! I’m late for an interview! I’ll buy ya drinks if I get the job!” You called out as you ran out the building.
A new clothing boutique opened up just a couple of minutes away from where you lived. They seemed quite specific about the people that were going to apply to work and you just seemed to fit the bill.
The last two years of your life have been such a blur; College life, traveling and well, moving into the neighborhood you were in had taken a toll on you and it felt like.. Well, it felt like none of it ever happened.
Your diploma was hanging by your bed, polaroids of you with your college friends were hung on fairy lights, and a handful of plane tickets were stuck to your journal… You’ve made so many amazing memories.
You walked into the clothing boutique, it was called Jophiel, and the first person to greet you was this bubbly champagne-haired guy. First thing you noticed about him was… Damn, he had such nice skin. He seemed sweet enough. He never told you his name but he was quite chatty about the type of customers and how you’d fit in just perfectly in the store… He leads you to his manager’s office and quite frankly… the manager scared you just a tad bit.
He wasn’t a burly man or anything, he was tall and had neatly styled hair but… Something about his aura…
It screamed power and influence.
“Hi! My name’s (MC). I got an email back from my application. I’m here for my interview.” You say warmly. The ravenette eyed you, his lips parted like he had something to say but before you could question it, he grinned at you, tight-lipped, as he motioned for you to take a seat.
“Welcome to Jophiel, (MC). My name’s–”
Back in the Devildom five brothers, an angel, and a sorcerer were huddled by the fireplace. One held a phone in their hands whilst the others listened like he spoke God’s words.
The last note you had left on your D.D.D. You’d been gone for about 3 months. They didn’t have the courage to see what you last left them. This was it. This was all they were going to have left of you.
Yuki…She had gone home a week ago. Her departure was bittersweet. They had managed to grow quite close when you decided to leave but she would never be you and the brothers were painfully aware that the comparisons and the what-ifs left quite the strain on their relationships with the human girl.
She never fussed about it though. She understood.
Now, the House of Lamentation was empty again; Well, not empty per se but the people that once made the house feel alive again were gone. All that was left was the ghost of you and the memories you had made.
The memories you once shared.
With shaky hands, Mammon, as the second oldest, was tasked to let the group read your last note. He switched your D.D.D on and he feels his eyes prick with tears at your wallpaper. It was you, with him and his brothers… You all looked so happy.
He scrolls through old versions of the apps you used to go on every single day. No one has touched your accounts in the last three months, no one tried to mess with what you decided to leave behind.
He finds the last note entitled, “I’m really sorry”. You had written it down a few weeks before the whole ordeal with Merihem.
“Hi! If you’re reading this, then I must’ve done something rather stupid (or rather smart on my end). Before anything, I want to apologize for whatever must’ve happened between us. I’m happier here in Purgatory Hall than I’ve been in the last few months that I had to deal with when I lived with all of you and Yuki. Never once did it cross my mind that perhaps it’d be good if I start hating any of you. My heart is so full of love that is only really split amongst you brothers and of course my other friends here in the Devildom. I never really looked forward to going back home to the human realm after I was done with my first year here and to think… I was given another chance to be with the people I cared about the most.
I didn’t expect you all to replace me though.
But it’s alright! I… I understand why you must’ve been drawn to Yuki. She’s such an amazing person and I hope that one day soon-
We’ll be able to mend our relationship because I miss you dearly.
- all the love, (MC).”
The House of Lamentation was dismal after the note; How dare they hurt you after all that but they won’t give up on you just yet.
Lucifer, Diavolo, and Asmodeus had the first shift.
They’ll get their second chance.
“Welcome to Jophiel, (MC). My name’s Lucifer. The guy up front’s Asmo. Of all the applicants here, your record’s the best. You excelled in the last two years of college; you managed to do quite a lot in the last two years, huh?”
“Lucifer?... That’s a lovely name. I’m flattered, honestly! The last two years have been an absolute blur but it’s been a blast!”
A blur, huh? That was all they were to you now.
Lucifer kept his smile bright and cheery; If any of his brothers saw him cheesing this hard, they would’ve mocked him to the ends of the Earth. Seeing you after months of no contact… It was just great to see that you were doing well. It was enough.
“I-I’m really sorry, Lucifer. You just… remind me of someone but I just can’t put a finger on it.”
“Is that so? Well, I hope that this interview goes well. I could probably help you jog your memory into remembering him.” He teases.
You laugh quietly, “I believe that the people you don’t end up remembering were forgotten for a reason… I hope you aren’t anything like whoever I’m thinking of! You seem… nice.”
The Avatar of Pride’s smile falters but it’s quick to return to his face, albeit it came out as forced now, “Well, no need to dwell on people in the past. We’re always heading to the future now, aren’t we? Let’s get this interview started.”
You go back home, you forget the brothers but-
how do you let go when someone continues to hold on?
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