#of sins and succubi

[skridz]

Remembering when I used to genuinely pray to this mf and made my friends do it too!! 1!!

[kyliafanfiction]

@demonofpuns​

I think nonbinary demons are the coolest thing ever. I think all demon characters should be nonbinary and scary and very very sexy.

I fully support sexy sinful nonbinary demons.

[probablybadrpgideas]

due to recent policy changes by the gods, lust is no longer considered a sin and succubi have had to change their approach. they now start bar fights so people get thrown into hell for being violent.

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[belphegorey]

⌜power, asmodeus⌟ his long wait had only caused him to need more ships ⎯⎯ asmodeus x afab!reader tropes ⎯⎯ vaginal sex, masturbation [asmo], unprotected sex, biting, slight nipple play, praise, pact marks, simp asmo who is poly, i haven't slept so errors im assuming

The Avatar of Lust was many things; beautiful, seductive, caring… but he was not desperate. The very word was an insult to his very character. Desperate. He was not greed, he was certainly not envy — Asmodeus was pure lust. 

Others with his need may resign to the fate of need, but not him. Never him. Asmodeus could have anyone throughout the entire Devildom should he choose, all it would take was a smile and wave of his fingers. They were the ones desperate for him. Never the other way around. 

Until you. Pesky, gorgeous, witty you. Someone with patience high enough to tolerate Mammon, someone with care enough to forgive Belphegor… someone completely unattainable. Since he had met you, Asmodeus knew that you were someone he wanted. Another person that he could entertain himself with whenever the feeling hit (a constant emotion) and someone he could enjoy spa days with. 

But — nothing! He was granted nothing. Your joined spa days always ended with your declining if a shared bath. The shared meals never involved you licking his fingers of sweet dessert. The days wandering together through RAD didn’t include misadventures of exploring one another in abandoned rooms. 

Had it been anyone else, Asmodeus would have won. He would have awarded himself the pleasure of his victory. But not with you. You rejected his every advancement, danced with his flirting and ignored the growing need he felt with every passing day. His head was heavy. What was he to do? He craved you, the taste of your sweet skin below him as he gorged on the sin you allured. 

None of the others he sought out satiated the carnal need. The succubi he would tempt never held the same shine in their eyes that you had. The moans of each demon he fucked were not the exact right pitch. 

Asmodeus was desperate. He had long since given up on attempting to replace you. It only made him need you more. He laid alone in his canopy bed, curtains pulled taught in bows and the lights dim. The air was sickly hot on his body, he felt the sweat glisten down his naked skin. 

The fire of his lust burned hot within him. All day, the longest day he could recall, Asmodeus had tasted the delicious taste that was your need. Leftover remnants from your nightly adventures with… not him. All his brothers had found you, had taken you, had gorged themselves on your love. It would not bother him, it should not be, but the agony he felt was overwhelming. 

Weeks. He had survived weeks of being deprived of sex. And the only thing he was gifted were the crumbs of his brothers that radiated in your form. Why did they get to feel you first? They could never treat you correctly. Asmodeus was the ultimate personification of lust. No one could topple his throne. 

Yet, even if he had just been given an invitation to watch, he would have agreed with complete eagerness. An invitation to join in would have been a glorious dream. And still there was nothing! Not even a footnote for dear Asmodeus. 

He licked his lips. Even the crumbs of your lust were a delicacy. Still, he could smell your arousal through the home, even when his bedroom had never been granted the proper treatment, he could feel it around him. 

Downstairs, most likely in your own bedroom, but not alone. Asmodeus could recall the previous week when he had stayed in your bed with you for the night. Just sleeping. Yet, tonight it was… Lucifer… in your chambers with you. The musky scent that was the eldest’s lust wafted around with your lingering desire. 

Asmodeus closed his eyes and moaned as he cascades his hand down his stomach. He allowed himself the fantasy. You and he, tangled together in your cute little bed, watched by the envious Lucifer.

No. No, he needed you alone. He had been tortured enough, he could show off your pleasure in repeating days. Your scent was growing, the scent that was once turning weak shone bright. Asmodeus bit his lip and ran a finger along the slit of his erection. How mortifying. Self-gratification was not something he did. Why masturbate when he could instead have sex?

It would do. The weakness in his veins from his sudden abstinence could not continue. The beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as Asmodeus bucked into the grip of his hand. Desperation. Envy. Need. It was as though he was Leviathan, but even he had been able to taste you. 

He fantasised you on top of him. Thighs around his hips, bare cunt pressed to his erection and leaking with the desire he could smell. You would be so worried, just as you had been all day about his state of wellness (the missed skin care routine had been an obvious sign, he assumed) and you would treat him with such care. Your hands, nice and cold, along his face and caressing him while he leaned in to the touch. 

Even though Asmodeus would feign a worse state of weakness, you would allow him. You would sigh and giggle at his flirting and whimper at the twitching of his erection against you. “Just your touch is healing me, my love,” before a false cough that would make you pout. Your sweet kiss would follow, something he had only felt once before. 

He still fondly dreamed of the kiss, even though the moment was bittersweet. A goodbye. He had been so scared he would never see you again. The months that followed, with you missing from the Devildom, were torturous. More torturous than knowing you were with his brothers not him. 

Asmodeus rubbed the head of his cock with a whimper. Oh, how he craved you. The darling flower that tantalised his garden. The one who he was unable to charm. The beauty to compliment his own. His erection twitched in his palm, slick precum slipping between. 

You would look even more magnificent with the very cum glistening on your face. Others could not smell the desire as well as he, the would need the visual reminder. It was not that you were his alone, but it was best they had knowledge of your favourite demon to fuck. The one you loved most. Him. 

Perhaps he was greedy for you. Asmodeus felt himself shiver in excitement just at the idea of getting to say you were his. Both if you would be shared, but, just like the previous week, it was only you who would share his bed at nights. 

You were moving. Upstairs now, far closer to his bedroom. He could smell you better now. The intricacies, no longer clouded by the musk of Lucifer, was overwhelming his senses. His body gyrated just at the taste in his tongue. So unfiltered, raw, carnal. Unlike anything else he had tried. The strength… you must have completely drenched the underwear you wore. Better yet, there was nothing and all the need was slipping down your thighs.

He was sure that even his brothers would be able to feel the sin along your aura. It was that magnificently strong. He moaned into his hazy room, you were such a powerful sorcerer and yet you were still so soft with the world. Your gentle hands could lock him in place with a single wave, your lips could command him with ease, and yet you preferred to do neither. Such calmness to control the ocean of power. 

You walked up to his room, he could sense your feet pause before his door. Was it… him you finally wanted to see? Asmodeus nearly lost control just at the idea. Pearly white droplets spilled into his stomach, only a few to glitter his skin like stars in the sky. Still you hadn’t moved — it was torture on his mind. 

Did you want to tell him off for letting himself weaken?

Did you want to punish him for being so selfish?

Did you want to take care of him?

Did you finally wanted to touch him like he needed to touch you?

Asmodeus fisted the duvet beneath his sticky skin, using the closed grip of his hand on his cock as a fleshlight. He hadn’t the strength to collect his actual toys from the collection across his room. Already, he felt the beginning sparks of rejuvenation across his chest. Your sweet desire was the key. His blood was boiling and his inferno raged on. 

“Asmo?” Just the sound of your voice had him groaning. No one could mimic it. Not even the best of shapeshifting demons could. You slipped into his room without hesitation, closing the door behind you. 

A sweet gazelle entering the den of a lion. Asmodeus was almost scared for you, but the undeniable pleasure that came from you just being near him triumphed. He grew giddy, blessing his face with a sweet smile despite how his hips continued to gyrate. 

“My love,” his voice was raspy, Asmodeus frowned due to it. There was none of his usual lilt, the airy joy he spoke with. He was sure that even his talent in seductive speech craft would suffer, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

He couldn’t stop himself from continuing. Even as you walked closer and your face illuminated in the sun candlelight around him. The sparkle in your eyes made his heart burn and his spine shiver. Each moment you gazed down at him, Asmodeus felt the tingle of his love burn down his skin. The sounds were so beautiful. Each wet thrust of his cock into his fist, now gazed upon by your beauty, glee flourished within him. 

You weren’t questioning him. It was not the first time you’d walked in on one of them masturbating. He could still remember the adorable blush on Leviathan’s cheeks the morning after you had interrupted him. But he was not so shy. Asmodeus would never be embarrassed by something as beautiful as sex — as lust. 

“Can I…” a cute pause entered your speech as you admired him once more. He felt so proud, so loved, it was as though your sweet worship was being played before his throne. He let his eyes fall shut under your eyes, blissfully moaning as he followed the pleasure within him. 

When your soft, cool, hand cupped his cheek, Asmodeus only whimpered louder. He knew, he knew, that you would be the glorious treatment to his burning need. There was a dip in the bed, his body leaned to follow, but Asmodeus did not question you. Never. Whatever you desired, he would happily provide. 

He heard the sweet stammer in your tone, it made his heart melt in delight. Such sweet sin drifted from your pores and onto his lips. “… No, let me help.” Confidence. How beautiful. You straddled him, thighs pushing against his plush mattress and your wrist halting his hand. Asmodeus opened his eyes, almost in disbelief just so he could take in the glory above him. 

The sight would never be matched. It must be how those lower felt when gazing upon him. The candles around you both made an angelic glow. The cascade of your hair was the shadow of the lust between you. The sparkle in your eyes… they were stars he watched each night. “You want to help me, darling?”

You had listened to him — right atop his aching erection was the slick paradise he had wished for, completely free of underwear. The short nightgown you wore was nice and thin, your nipples were hard against the material. No wonder even Lucifer had fallen to your charm. There would be no one strong enough to survive. “I know you need it, love,” the words were mere whispers in the thick air between you. Your back arched straight as you rubbed yourself against him. Sweet wetness coated his dick, teasing him as he grew closer. “We both do.”

Asmodeus felt his eyes roll back. How long had it been since he lost control over grinding? It had never been his favourite act to play, not when there was so many he could use to entertain everyone. Yet, the will in your words and the delicious taste of your lust was convincing him of more. “I’ve needed you for a very long time.”

“As have I,” you lifted your crotch from his for only a moment, the healing hand positioning his dick for him. Such determination clouded your eyes, thick lust burning in glorious pink. The pact mark along your chest, above the heart he had longed for, matched in colour. It’s hue glowed through your gown and cast your face in beauty.

To know you wanted him. It nearly felt impossible. So many times had he offered you more, even grew close to begging, and you gave him nothing. A giggle, a light shove of his shoulder — at most a kiss on his cheek. Nothing to show him that his desire was returned. “My angel -“

“Silence, Asmodeus,” slowly he felt you take his tip. The Celestial Realm had no pleasure quite like yours. He was always happy for sex, always enjoyed it, but he was not prepared for this. It was different yet so familiar. His senses burned in the lust shared between you. “Let me take care of us both.”

He placed his hands on your body, groping at every nip of skin he could. His mouth was open, pleasure rocking his heart in the ocean of need. Weeks without sex had caused complete weakness in his body, and yet it was entirely worth it. 

Asmodeus would even do it again if it meant getting to have you all over again. 

Your hips dropped and met his, a short moan blessing his ears. All he could feel was the tingle of glory all around him. Overwhelming in how snug you were, how wet and eager you were. He watched your head fall back, the glow of his candles now brighter behind your beautiful shadow. 

“All I’ve been thinking about is you, Asmo,” his hands slipped up your torso. Even with that tug in his gut threatening his long pent-up release, Asmodeus took his time to dance his fingers along your skin. The sparkle of sweat beaded on your skin just as it did his own. A memento if the union you shared. When he found your breasts, he was no worse than Mammon in his greed. “You have no idea just how hard it’s been denying you.”

Asmodeus sat up, the tingle in his spine burned in a powerful roar. He felt stronger than he had in days. Weeks, even. His hair bounced along his forehead, baby hairs sticking just barely to him. The power of lust was powerful. Far more powerful than people gave him credit for. Lust was raw. It was pure passion. Passion that Asmodeus wanted to shower you in for a millennia. 

His lips found your nipples over the thin gown. Your sweet gasp was everything, the burning pink beneath only glowing brighter. You bounced on him, snug and warm as you taunted him further. Asmodeus retaliated with a roll of his thumb over your other nipple, grazing his teeth on the skin. He could feel the wings crack through his back, only slowly as his power refilled. 

“My demon,” your voice was a high lilt of pleasure as you rode him. Asmodeus moved with each bounce to push himself deeper. Each clench and whimper made his ego fly. The sweetest of giggles played between you, and he couldn’t stop from joining in. Though his shared giggle was muted against your breast, he could feel the way your heart sped. Such a similar effect you had on him. The honorary angel to his wicked demon. 

You moved like a succubus as you pushed him back down against the bed. His lips fell from your breast and dismay had him frown. Only for the sweet taste of your lips to slot against his. Slightly chapped, as delicious as the sin you created, and so perfectly you that Asmodeus moaned against you. 

He helped you bounce your hips, squeezing the swell of your ass that had taunted him for far too long. Every outfit you wore, each one he chose for you, never showcased it enough. You broke away to gasp at his hands, but Asmodeus chased your lips back to his own. 

So long. He had dreamed of your kiss for months. Years at this point. It was just as good as your cunt around him. It felt like power even flowed through the tangle of your sweet kiss. “Allow me the honour,” he whispered, hands making your hips move faster. 

Each movement was almost sloppy in its speed, though that was were the beauty came from. Sex was a work of art, and you were the finest painter he had found. The sweet symphony of your shared noises would haunt Asmodeus every moment he was gifted the opportunity to see you. The glow of the candles around you was a visage he could never forget. You — he could never forget. 

The press of your chest against his felt fantastic, your nipples almost rolling with each jump of your body. He could feel it, you were almost at the top of your peak. Asmodeus was almost fanatical as he moved you both. The chase was never his favourite part, but yet again he was questioning it all. 

Your body was just perfect on top of him. The squeeze of your cunt, the breathy way you moaned, and the warm gaze you watched him with… perfect. His thumb circled your clit, admiring how your body danced for him in response. Your lip wobbled as you pressed kisses to his collarbone, pleas whispered against him. 

And when it happened, Asmodeus felt rejuvenated in power and life. Your squeal was pitched high and almost silent from how you rubbed against his neck. Your body shuddered in his hands, warm cum slipping down his shaft. He let himself fall in tandem. His wings broke through the skin of his back as his cum spilled inside of you. Your name fell from his lips as he moaned in ecstasy, holding you closer than he had before. 

© belphegorey 2024 ⌜18+ banner from @/cafekitsune thank you <3⌟

also ⎯⎯ what happened between lucifer and you is that he walked in on you masturbating you dirty bitch [affectionate I love u mwah] and then said go check on asmo before running away also also ⎯⎯ i can’t remember if it’s canon or not but i do have this headcanon that asmo lowkey works similar to an incubus where he can deprive power from sex. it won’t kill him without but he is stronger when having sex/orgasmed 

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Marvel

how to return home by JBS_Forever

Flash Thompson is a good person, but not a great one, so when Peter Parker accidentally gets drunk at his house party, all he can do is say, “Shit.”

Or: the one where Flash is just trying to be a decent person and get a drunk Peter home. Peter, on the other hand, has different plans.

scandal of the century by joshriku

The headline reads:

STEAMY SEX TAPE BETWEEN MAGNETO AND PROFESSOR X LEAKED!

“All right,” Charles says. “I wouldn’t call it steamy, you know, that’s an exaggeration.”

“That is seriously not the point, Professor,” Jean answers.

(A sex tape is leaked. PR crisis ensues).

DC

two vigilantes carry a cake across gotham by JBS_Forever

Jason's had a nagging suspicion that Bruce keeps stalker-esque levels of tabs on all the places he’s lived, so when Tim Drake shows up at his apartment door, it takes only a half second for Jason to level his gun directly at Tim's stupid face and to say, bored, “Give me one reason not to shoot you.”

Honestly, he knew Bruce had a problem, but sending a bat to his doorstep? This is just ridiculous.

Or: in a scheming attempt to make them bond, Bruce forces Jason and Tim on what should be a simple quest: retrieve Alfred’s birthday cake from across town and make it back before the party.

But this is Gotham. And nothing is ever simple in Gotham.

racing on the thunder by merils

Fortunately or unfortunately, Clark Kent is kind of used to getting phone calls about his too-curious-for-her-own-good wife being held hostage somewhere. Superman usually handles it.

Conner Kent gets a phone call meant for Clark Kent, who is Superman, who is currently in space. Uh.... Have no fear, Superboy is here!

What could possibly go wrong?

Original Works

Halfway Home for Wayward Mages by hoebiwan

Part 24 of mage in a wolf pack (This whole series kills me)

He wouldn’t mind it if Lada collared him, if Khalida or Dimitri collared him, because none of them have forced him to hurt anyone, whether human or wolf. They mostly just want him to—

Live, Jaime. Live.

In which the wolves rescue Jaime, but he doesn't realize he's free.

the sin eater by whitegeraniums (puertoricansuperman)

Part 25 of mage in a wolf pack

Lada, alpha of the Hearthstone wolf pack, finds herself in possession of a captured, broken werewolf hunter.

ATLA

Keeping Ones Head Down by ApoplecticAtPeace

Part 3 of May You be Noticed by The Fire Lord

Bao lost his ability to walk when he was 19. Despite the prejudice of many Fire Nation citizens, he got a job as an accountant in the Royal palace, in the Department of Education. After 11 years of working quietly, keeping his head down and allowing his work to be claimed by others, he expected nothing to change when Fire Lord Zuko took the throne. He didn't expect the entire department to be reformed under the new Minister Shu-Lin, and Bao's overlooked position with it.

Clone Wars

Something in the heart beat like a drum by CombatBootsandDreams

Most Jedi only have to take three formal sexual education classes. Obi-Wan, in all their blessed biology has to take five.

Or: Obi-Wan growing up in a galaxy where Stewjoni are Succubi. This changes very little--but it does make certain things a hell of lot more interesting.

A Stewjoni are succubus au that has way less to do with sex, & is more about logistics, medical problems, and cuddling. Featuring Qui-Gon being an excellent master, codywan, aromantic Quinlan Vos, Obi-Wan using he/they/she pronouns, and plenty of costume changes.

[anthurak]

So here's a FUN little thought I just had:

Now correct me if I'm wrong, but for all of the terms we've heard thrown around Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss like 'demon', 'angel', 'sinner', 'imp', etc. both in-show and behind-the-scenes, we have yet to hear the term 'Devil' used to describe anyone.

The imps, hellhounds, succubi and other natives of Hell are 'demons', the human souls consigned to Hell are 'sinners' and the rulers of Hell are referred to as the Kings/Embodiments of the Seven Deadly Sins, including Lucifer himself. Also notable is the fact the other popular recipient of the 'Devil' title; Satan, is simply one of the other six Sins subservient to Lucifer.

Really, it would seem like Lucifer would be the most obvious figure to hold this title, but again I'm fairly certain we've yet to actually hear Lucifer being referred to as a/the 'Devil'.

Furthermore, it seems that Lucifer's design leans much more heavily into the idea of a 'Fallen Angel' rather anything we'd generally think of as being 'devilish', what with how he clearly still has his angelic wings.

So that got me thinking.

What if the title of true 'Devil' of Hazbin's Hell isn't given to Lucifer...

...but to CHARLIE?

[monstersandgirls-webcomic]

have you checked tvtropes's page for monsters and girls

very interesting! though some information is incorrect

Wrong. It's thanks to Lucifer and his "brothers" the deadly sins. Lilith barely influences Hell's society and politics, her main job is taking care of her succubi/incubi and terrorizing humans

Wrong. Though this one is understandable. Powers feelings towards Sera is intentionally written to be muddied and conflicting, but I can never say her feelings for Sera are outright romantic.

Wrong. Lilith and Asmodeus do not run Hell, in fact Asmodeus would the prince who's the second least interested in running hell. Hell is ruled by Samael, a fallen archangel and Lucifer's closest ally.

Wrong. Lili was never horrified by the revelation that Powers was a demon, just shocked.

Overall its pretty good. my name is Idolomantises though, they keep forgetting the -es

[sinful-lanterns]

I am eyeing the fallen angel!Shalom corrupting Reader, can I please have more thoughts? <3 thank you!

Fallen Angel! Shalom is not as wild or ravenous as other monster species, yet she does have the instinct to corrupt little adorable humans like you to her will 🥺

As fallen angels are similar to monster species such as demons or succubi, fallen angels have the urge to corrupt innocent humans and make them “sin” by committing unholy acts not considered to be pure. While Shalom is quite refined on the surface and appears to be pure due to her angelic characteristics, deep down she has that uncontrollable instinct to see Reader bend at her mercy, beg on their knees for filthy, depraved sex while dirty words spill from Shalom’s lips and engrave themself into your mind…

Fallen Angel! Shalom’s voice is absolutely hypnotizing. Due to being a fallen angel, her looks are pure, yet her intentions are as dubious as a demon. She’d have you lapping that sweet little tongue of yours at her clit, pleasuring her, crawling alongside her on all fours and always looking at her like she was your god. As it is every fallen angel’s goal to corrupt innocent humans and make them “fall” just as they did, Shalom would stop at nothing until you are just a cute pet waiting at your knees just for her 💕

[frillyfacefins]

It actually makes perfect sense that Ozzie is into consent. He‘s a demon, after all.

Let me explain.

If you think about it, there aren‘t actually many stories of either demons or fairies or any other kind of trickster ever forcing humans into anything.

They are going to fuck you over, sure, but they usually let YOU make a mistake first.

They bargain, goad you on, trick you.

The devil builds a bridge, he doesn‘t just abduct your firstborn. The fairies put food in front of you, they don‘t force you to eat. Succubi feed off your sexual energy, they don‘t magically make you horny.

Sin/transgression/damnation has to be a choice to mean anything.

See also: Nearly every horror movie ever. If that kid hadn‘t gone into the creepy attic (literal transgression), he wouldn‘t be possessed. If the camp counsellors hadn‘t been either fucking or pranking people, they wouldn‘t be getting axed.

The snake couldn‘t just shove the apple into Eve‘s mouth while she was sleeping, either.

Of course a demon would be interested in having consent on all sides. That‘s more people sinning, after all.

(And for the few weirdos who use Raphael from bg3 as an example of how evil a real demon should be… What is his big thing again…? Starts with c, ends with ontracts…?)

[misc-obeyme]

How many relationships (or hook-ups) do you think the Demon brothers (+ side characters) had before meeting MC?

All of them are very old and seeing how they live long lives surely they had some experiences, some more than the others.

I'm thinking out of everyone Asmo definitely had the most experience with others. But with Asmo most of his experience are from hookups since he's the most beautiful in all Devildom, so everyone would want to have their way with him. He probably tried going into serious relationships but that didn't go anywhere.

Lucifer's pride might have gotten in the way for him to form a serious relationship in the past (and he was still traumatised being cast out of heaven), but he definitely had hookups here and there. I can see Mammon trying in the past to enter a serious relationship, he was madly in love, but he got taken advantage of :(( Maybe he had hookups for money??

I'm sorry, but Leviathan is an Ancient Virgin. The only experience he had was his right hand. Again it's difficult to say with Satan. He tried relationships and hookups but he wasn't into it and sticks with romance/smut books instead??

I doubt Beelzebub had anything serious going on with someone but maybe he had a few hookups? Belphegor's the same with beelzebub, my guy is too lazy haha.

It's difficult to place Diavolo seeing how he's the next Demon king. This may sound dumb but maybe he had a lot of Physical experience (The best Succubus/incubus for the king! The best Orgies for the King!) but no romantic relationships seeing how easily everyone would want the crown for themselves and how much of a scandal that could be. This could also be said for Mephistopheles since he's a noble too.

Then there's my precious sexy ass Barbatos. It's hard to say but i low-key think he had a few flings here and there when he was still young and not a butler yet. He won't be seeking out any relationships/hookups anymore since he probably tried everything already and that could possibly distract him from his butler duties.

Raphael/Simeon are Angels so i doubt they had any experience in the past when it comes to Relationship/hookups. Solomon DEFINITELY had quite a lot of Relationships/hookups! This guy had a ton of Succubi and wives! As for Thirteen i assume she's not into Relationships/hookups until she meets Mc.

What are your thoughts on this?!

Now this is an interesting topic, anon. I've thought about it a lot, but I don't think I've managed to settle on a solid idea that I like best.

The rest is below a read more because I wrote A LOT, so this way people won't have to scroll as much.

Also NSFW below the read more due to the discussion of sex, but nothing explicit.

I think how experienced the characters are is going to depend on how sex is viewed in their respective realms.

We know how it is in the human world. I personally have a huge issue with the way sex is taboo in our world. It bothers me that there's so much suppression of it and that people are so concerned about stuff that really isn't that big of a deal. It feels manipulative and I've always felt the conservative view of it is the predominant one in our society, which only exists to control people. At least, this is my view of how I've seen it handled around me. So I feel it's important to note that I am a USAmerican. I also happened to grow up in a place that was ultra conservative while not being conservative myself so my opinion may be skewed.

Anyway, the only reason I'm talking about this is that it means I tend to prefer thinking of both the Devildom and the Celestial Realm as more free with this kind of stuff.

Especially the Devildom, but the idea that just because angels are angels means they've never experienced sex or relationships bothers me. I think it's because the CR touts itself as being the pinnacle of all things good and pure and in my opinion, sex is good and pure. I don't like thinking of it as a "sin." (PLEASE NOTE I'm discussing consensual sex between adults, obviously this is not the case for abusive situations.)

That being said, I'm also aware that this is my personal take on it, so it might not really make any sense. Like I just want the CR to be chill about it because that's what I would prefer, not because it necessarily makes sense for them to be chill about it lol.

In the context of the game, it makes more sense for the CR to not be chill about it.

But their stance necessarily alters how much experience I believe characters like the brothers and angels to have.

Because the brothers were obviously angels for a big chunk of their lives.

I also have a personal preference for characters who do have some experience. I think a first love/first sexual encounter is always extremely intense and can be toxic or problematic in ways that the inexperienced person is blind to. (Not necessarily of course, but you kind of move past that all encompassing devotion that you tend to have for your first.)

So for me, it's more appealing for the characters to have moved past that first experience and to have some knowledge of how love and relationships work. It isn't necessarily about the sex part, but sex is often entangled in love and it certainly complicates things.

Which means that in my own personal thoughts about it, Levi is the only one who could even manage to stay a virgin that long.

The reason for that is because he makes it pretty clear that he rarely leaves his room, especially after they fall.

Now if the CR is chill about sex, I think it's possible that Levi had some desperate sort of encounters while he was fighting as the Grand Admiral you know what I'm saying? But if we're going with the idea that they aren't chill, then yeah, he's probably still a virgin.

I do think it's possible that Levi isn't a virgin, though. I honestly think you could easily come up with a situation in which he actually did have the opportunity come up. Maybe he even fell in love with someone over an online message board before meeting them in person. I just think there are options, you know? And in the end, it depends on what you prefer.

In fact, I would say I kinda feel this way about all the characters. I think you could say all of them are virgins if you wanted to. Lucifer, for instance. CR isn't chill, so he never did anything as angel. After he fell, too dedicated to his work and Diavolo to even bother pursuing anybody and always immediately shutting down anyone who came onto him so as not to get distracted.

That's just an example, I'm saying you can change these details to fit with your preference for any of them, though I think Asmo would be the hardest lol.

So here are my ideas on all of the characters, based on the concept that the CR is not stupid and instead chill about sex:

Lucifer is experienced, but not by a ton. In the CR, he's too busy being a seraph and keeping all his lil siblings in line. Maybe there are a couple of people who catch his eye and while he might indulge, I don't think he'd have had a relationship. After they fall, he retreats into himself. At this point, if you're into DiaLuci, that could start to become a thing. But I also think you could say that maybe he had a little bit of time where he kind of went crazy, going out and doing all the things he maybe didn't have time to before, more as a bad way of coping with the reality of the fall and the loss of his sister. After time, when they all get settled, I think it's an every once in a while kinda thing. He just doesn't strike me as the guy who'd have time for relationships unless it was with someone like Diavolo or MC (or Solomon... yes I'm still on the solulu train just you wait). He doesn't have any reason to let someone that close to him, you know?

Mammon, I agree with you on. I think he probably wanted to be in a relationship and likely fell hard for someone, only to have his heart broken. Thus his tsundere attitude now. It's a defense mechanism. I think that could have happened in the CR and then once he fell, he would just do the hookup thing, especially when he's out partying or gambling or something. It doesn't mean anything. He's still protecting his heart until MC comes along.

Levi we've discussed, but I do think he's either a virgin or maybe had some fumbling moments in war time, you know. Pluuuus I kinda think he was probably admired by a lot of angels during that time. So you know.

Satan has a whole stretch of time where he's just trying to figure himself out. I think he'd be cautious about a relationship due to his wrath. I always think of Satan as being super romantic, but he's also concerned about his own anger. He's afraid to hurt people because of it. So I kinda think he'd hold off. He likely had some hookups and such, but I don't think he'd have a full blown relationship until he felt it was someone who truly understood him.

Asmo I agree with you on, but I also think he could have had a serious relationship at some point. I kinda see it both ways. He might not because he doesn't want to tie himself down to any one person, but I think he can also fall in love passionately. So I think he could've had one really intense relationship that inevitably fell apart.

Beel is such a sweetheart, I can imagine someone else falling in love with him easily or other people kinda throwing themselves at him. I don't think Beel would've refused them, either. But I don't think he had a serious relationship, maybe just short ones here and there, probably some hookups, but nothing more.

Belphie I think could go a lot of ways, but I kinda see him being mostly uninterested. He might have had a couple hookups over the years, just because there are so many years and there's no way the opportunity didn't arise at some point. But I don't think he ever cared about anyone enough to pursue a legit relationship.

Okay, now bear with me here, but I kinda like the idea that Diavolo and Mephistopheles hooked up lol. I mean, they were childhood friends, right? Maybe when they got older and started having those thoughts and such, they were like hey... why not? I think it's really cute when bffs decide to be each other's first, even if they never intend to have a serious relationship, you know? Just another reason for Mephisto to hate Lucifer lol. Otherwise I would say Mephisto is probably pretty picky. I think he's more likely to only have been in a serious relationship, considering hookups kinda beneath him.

But aside from that, it's going to depend on what's expected of royalty in the Devildom. I can't imagine they'd have a rule about it, though. It's the Devildom, you know? So I think Diavolo has likely had hookups, but I do think it's a rare occurrence now that he's focused on running the Devildom and united the worlds and all that.

Barbatos, my true love. I like the idea that he was a bit promiscuous in his younger days, traveling through space and time and doing whatever pleased him. He might have been more passionate, more likely to fall in love, a little more free with himself physically. But ever since becoming a butler, I think he clamps down on that quite a bit, just like he does with everything else. He's certainly experienced and I don't think he's like not ever doing anything since becoming a butler, just that he doesn't do it as often as he once did. He's had a few relationships in the past, I think, but not since he started working for Diavolo. He's too dedicated and spends all his time in the castle.

Simeon and Raphael are going to depend on the CR again, but if we're still in my preference of the CR being cool about it, then I think Simeon at least is no virgin. He's too pretty and there is no way a million angels have not come on to him. And like I don't think he'd just fall into the bed of any angel that batted their eyelashes at him, I do think that he's secretly very passionate. Under that cool exterior, he loves hotly and I think he'd have fallen for someone at some point, giving them all of himself. Now he's older and more calm and collected and carrying the grief of losing Lucifer and his brothers.

Raphael I'm not so sure about. Because on the one hand, he's clearly quite passionate too in a "here are the spears" sort of way. But he was also super dedicated to his goal of becoming a seraph, so I don't know if he even had the room for any kind of relationship. Might still be a virgin. But I think you could go either way with him.

Solomon is a human and he's been around for ages there's no way he's still a virgin. I know I said you could make it work, but wow, that'd be tough to do with him, I think. He's like nah, the 700 wives and 300 concubines (or whatever the numbers were lol) are just for show, I didn't actually do anything with them! Wait, no but he had kids. Well you could say that Biblical lore doesn't apply to your story adsklfjdf

However. Solomon is known for being incredibly lonely. Even if he had relationships, he likely had them with other humans who inevitably died and left him alone again. So I think after his normal human lifespan ended and he had to start moving around more and kind of dedicated himself to magic, he likely stopped having relationships of any kind (love or friendship or anything) because it hurt too much. I think he could have hookups or one night stands with people he never saw again. But not so much a relationship.

Thirteen I dunno. That woman is hot af. I could see her having to turn down a lot of advances. I think she might have had some hookups, maybe even a relationship, but nothing too serious. She strikes me as a little more lighthearted about this kind of stuff. Like you know life is fleeting and in the end I'll just have to reap you anyway lol. I don't think she would get serious until MC.

ANYWAY. Sorry for this absolute NOVEL of a response. I didn't realize just how much I had to say until I started... and then I couldn't stop. I hope that somewhat answered the question, anyway??? In the end, I think it's possible to have all the characters as experienced or inexperienced as you like!

[chuckeroo777]

Laios got Eaten AU Chapters 53-85

Chapters 1-52 <- Be sure to read part 1. Falin being alive does cause some ripple effects which will continue in this part.

Welcome back! Today we continue where the anime cut off. We'll be going all the way to right before the final confrontation. (Mainly because I haven't figured out how to resolve that yet. I might do two versions, a good end, and a bad end.)

Let's get going! Massive spoiler warning for canon, if it wasn't obvious.

Chapter 53-54:

Same as canon.

Chapter 55:

Everything is mostly the same except Laios shows up instead of Falin. When escaping, Laios is much less gentle with Thistle.

Falin gets turned into a gnome by the giant changling. She is quite smitten by ogre Marcille, though she tries to hide it.

While Seshi and Chilchuck prepare the burgers, Falin assists with the ointment. With her healing expertise, it turns out even better, and she prevents Senshi from using it to cook.

Chapter 56:

Chilchuck has been noticeably grumpier than usual. Not only has Marcille been bugging him about his wife, but the tension between Marcille and Falin is really getting on his nerves. As before, he claims to have cheated to shut her up.

They spot the bicorn and Falin looks it up in the guide. They come up with the plan to be sinful.

When doing envy, Marcille can't help but be annoyed how Chilchuck has been giving her and Falin such judgemental looks, but then he goes and flirts with Senshi.

Without Laios, greed is a little tricky. Falin yoinks Ambrosia, and plays keep-away for a bit. She's giggling so much, she nearly forgets about the bicorn.

Then Lust gets brought up. Chilchuck and Izutsumi stare at Falin and Marcille, but before they can defend themselves, Senshi points out that it isn't lust when it's between two people who respect each other. Marcille then tentatively suggests that maybe Chilchuck's infidelity counts.

After Chilchuck gets attacked, Falin and Senshi rush into action. Falin can't body check it, but a mace to the face has the same effect. They manage to restrain it, then Senshi beheads it.

Falin is very impressed by Marcille's romantic acumen. Chilchuck is mostly left wondering why the romance expert is having such trouble admitting her feelings.

Chapter 57:

The dullahan is a type of ghost, so Falin has no trouble warding it off.

Much to Marcille's chagrin, Senshi decides to start with the head, since those parts don't preserve as well as the muscle.

Chapter 58-59:

When Senshi is discovered, it's Chilchuck who fills the party in about succubi. Unlike Laios, Falin doesn't rush off to grab milk, but she does start sweating profusely.

Thanks to there being three of them conscious in the room, they last a bit longer against the succubi, but when a succubus appears targeting Falin, things quickly break down.

Falin's succubus... is Marcille. But not merely Marcille. Due to a rather lonely childhood, Falin has a few fetishes she had been repressing. The succubus reflecting them for all to see. If she hadn't had her life force drained, she would probably have fainted from the shame and embarrassment.

Izutsumi saves the day, and everyone slowly recovers.

Marcille and Falin are mortified, and can barely even look at each other. Chilchuck finally reaches his breaking point and demands that the two of them talk about their feelings instead of continuing to bottle them up.

They end up having a heartwarming conversation where they confess their feelings. Marcille confesses that she always felt caring and protective of Falin, but the strangely fluctuating age gap made her way too uncomfortable to admit she was developing romantic feelings. But now that they are both adults, she wants to give this a try. Falin confesses that she always admired Marcille and wanted to get closer, but Marcille kept (unintentionally) rejecting her advances, so she just assumed she wasn't into her, which is why she stopped trying. Falin is so glad she was wrong. The two share a loving hug.

Chilchuck is happy for them to finally have these feelings out in the open, and they don't seem to be the sort that used to cause issues in his old groups. However, as the resident dad, he puts his foot down and insists that until this adventure is over, no sleeping together.

Speaking of sleeping together, that reminds Marcille of the dream she had while unconscious.

Chapter 60:

Marcille's dream with the Lion is similar to Laios', but with a few key differences.

Instead of appealing to Laios' care for the monsters and environment, the lion talks about how it IS the power of the dungeon. The power that the ancients discovered and misused. The very power that Marcille has desperately been looking for.

This is all very tempting for her, but she's still uncertain about becoming queen of the golden country, so the lion creates the hypothetical dream.

Marcille 'wakes' to find herself in bed with Falin. After changing out of their pajamas, they explore with the lion. Marcille's kingdom is a place where all the races are treated equally, with magic prolonging their lives to match hers.

She has also incorporated her ideas about a 'safe dungeon', expanding on the golden country's monster domestication to allow the harvesting of all sorts of useful things. Laios is in charge of this program.

Overall, it's all very nice and reasonable. As the audience, we know the lion will actually convince her to try and envelop the world, but for now the scope is realistic.

Marcille doesn't remember most of the dream, but relates that the lion is watching them through Falin's pearlipede. She talks a little about the 'safe dungeon' stuff, but keeps the whole age equalization thing close to her chest. And of course, beware the canaries.

Chapter 61:

Mostly the same, though Kabru's reaction to having to eat monsters is a little less severe. He hates it, but Falin and her group seemed sane enough. He isn't worried about going insane like Laios, he's just severely repulsed by it.

Kabru's nightmare is about the Laigon, stalking and hunting him down before eating him whole. Somehow, despite the massive changes, Kabru still manages to be disgusted yet intrigued about Laios.

Chapter 62:

The first half is identical, with Mithrun's story.

But when they start talking about Falin, that's when they get a bit confused. Despite Kabu's skill, he couldn't get a good read on Falin's desires. She is friendly and kind and thinks monsters are neat, but he's really unsure what would happen if she became lord of the dungeon. The only strong desire Kabru could identify was her unyielding determination to save her brother.

Mithrun begins to suspect that Falin isn't the one the demon is targeting, but unfortunately, Kabru doesn't know enough about the rest of the party to deduce who it could be.

Once the bell goes off, Kabru isn't worried about Falin, but with the demon involved, and so many unknown variables, he decides to go after them.

Chapter 63:

Falin's pearlipede leads them to Thistle's house, and they cautiously make their way in after shooting the bird.

The phoenix proves difficult, but Falin's flame wards buy them enough time to realize it's keeping its distance from the table with the bodies. They manage to weaponize Yaad and defeat and eat the bird.

Chapter 64-65:

Marcille wrenches open the book and they meet the lion. They begin thinking of a way to take down the Laigon.

Falin points out that if the Laigon is hanging out with Thistle, then it hasn't been sleeping or hunting, so her brother is probably really hungry. Senshi points out that flight is very energetically demanding too, and his mouth is real small.

They quickly get to work. The rest of this chapter and chapter 65 are skipped, since they still have plenty of bicorn meat. Notably, due to the Laigon being able to fly, they will arrive quicker, but the gang doesn't need to hunt, so it works out.

Chapter 66:

Between his panicking and self-harm, Thistle takes a bit longer to figure out what to do, since the Laigon doesn't comfort him like the Faligon did.

Chapter 67:

As they watch Thistle and the Laigon arrive, Falin is having second thoughts. Seeing him again is making her think about the plan to eat the dragon parts later. After all, isn't this exactly what Laios always wanted? But can he even survive on the surface like that? What if they save and restore him... and he's furious with her for ruining his dream.

The Laigon takes the bait and excitedly (and messily) devours the bicorn curry and rice. He then curls up and goes to sleep.

Unlike Laios, Falin doesn't consider that the chimera might have more than one brain. Tears in her eyes, she carefully approaches, and swings her mace-staff with all her might.

Falin breaks down crying. Marcille sees the results, and heals Laios' fractured head without reviving him. Now he's just sleeping. After a group hug to comfort her, Falin redoubles her determination, and they go to confront Thistle.

Chapter 68:

Identical, other than some slight name-drop changes.

Chapter 69:

Marcille has long term plans for being dungeon lord, but for now they plan to just use it to help Laios.

Falin isn't surprised to hear that Marcille is a half-elf. She suspected for a while. However, Thistle's callous taunting quickly pisses her off, and when he mentions the sterility, he nearly falls over as a stone spike erupts through the table and nearly impales him.

Infuriated, Thistle warps the room and unleashes the dragons.

The rest of the chapter plays out the same, with everyone getting separated. Falin escapes to the shelf, but everyone else gets got.

Chapter 70:

As the dragons begin fighting each other, Falin hides behind some bowls and starts chanting something while keeping an eye on Thistle.

Once he is distracted shouting orders at the dragons, she takes careful aim with her staff, and unleashes her spell, teleporting right behind Thistle, and disarming him. She may not be as burly as Laios, but Falin is a tough girl, and is easily able to overpower the elf twink.

Chapter 71:

She ties him up to her back and starts retrieving everyone's bodies.

Thistle cries fraud, and Falin explains that teleportation is actually a fairly recent invention. No wonder Thistle was terrified of Mithrun. This is the sort of magic not even the ancients were aware of.

Falin is still furious at Thistle, but decides to make a deal with him. He may choose. Either she kills him, and the party does as they please, or he may dispel the dragons and restore the room, and remain as their prisoner. If he does this, he has her word that they will do nothing to harm the people of the golden country.

Chapter 72:

Thistle, terrified what they may do to his people (An empty implied threat, but Thistle doesn't know that), reluctantly agrees. She lets him have his book just long enough to dispel his magic (Under threat that she'll teleport a rock into his head if he doesn't return it right away. Another empty threat), then she ties him up again, using proper rope, so he can't even move.

Falin revives the rest of the party. Marcille is very distraught that she died, and hugs Falin tightly. They are all very impressed that Falin managed to pull it off.

The lion is miffed that it can't feed on Thistle's desires while its current marks are watching. To make matters worse, Marcille is in no hurry to unseal the book, slamming it shut so she can rest after being revived.

Marcille and Falin talk about half-elves while Isutsumi and Chilchuck go grab drinks. Thistle continues to seethe.

Senshi prepares the tiny green dragon. He doesn't have the plant nectar, but it still turns out great. They feed some to the tied up Thistle. He reluctantly admits it's pretty good.

The gang take shifts over the night to watch the prisoner. As a curse of immortality person, Thistle doesn't need to sleep.

Chapter 73-74:

Marcille wakes up with a massive hangover. For a moment, she conflates a dream she had with last night, and panics that her first 'time' with Falin wasn't in her right mind.

Kabru arrives with the canaries. No one knows about Marcille's black magic, and Falin is pretty reasonable, so Kabru is optimistic about this meeting between them and the canaries.

Izutsumi and Marcille hide upstairs, Senshi prepares tea stuff, and Thistle sits in the corner, still seething.

Negotiations... go shockingly well! The canaries are impressed they were able to capture Thistle alive, and after a little questioning, it's clear Falin hasn't fallen under the dungeon's spell. They are a little grossed out by the bavarois, but most adventurers are a little weird.

When Falin mentions the lion, Kabru asks for permission to explain the danger. After all, the reason demon discussion is banned is to hide the existence of wish granting, and they already know about that part.

With Chilchuck and Kabru's help, Falin ends up coming to a very satisfactory deal with the elves. They will hand over Thistle and the books, on the condition that the canaries' forces provide all the assistance they can in preserving, transporting, and eating Laios. Falin is even able to cite the phoenix as evidence that this plan is viable.

Falin and Pattadol shake on it, and everyone is excited that the danger has passed.

Unfortunately, this premature happy ending is disrupted by something everyone forgot about.

Falin's pearlipede is privy to this entire conversation. And so is the lion. It manages to pop out of the unsealed half, and warns Marcille about the canaries, fueling her fear, and when Mithrun breaks into her room as the negotiations are being finalized, Marcille panics and unseals the lion.

Chapter 75:

Chaos erupts in the house as no one is quite sure what is going on. The canaries rush upstairs to help Mithrun, but they fail to stop Marcille before she declares her lordship.

The canaries are attacked by giant spiders while Marcille absconds. She vanishes before Falin or the others can see her. Falin's party heads upstairs to find Marcille, but only find dead spiders and wrapped up elves.

Chapter 76:

They help Lycion and Kabru carry everyone outside, including Thistle. Lycion fills Falin in on what happened upstairs and she is mortified. They leave Thistle with them, and head out into the remixed dungeon to try and find Marcille and talk her down.

Chapter 77-78:

Everyone receives word that Falin has taken down the lord of the dungeon.

When the chaos starts to unfold, Flamela receives an update from Lycion. Negotiations had been going well with Falin, but a member of her party went rogue, and is now the lord.

With Falin's party confirmed to be working to stop Marcille, the canaries do not attack them, instead focusing on finding Marcille.

Worried that the elves will kill Marcille, Namari, Toshiro, and the Orcs head out to try and find Marcille or Falin first.

Chapter 79-80:

Marcille has approximately 25% less longing in her eyes as she stares at Laios frozen in ice.

Not being in quite the same rush as canon, they don't accidentally fall in the water, instead running down the stairs.

They find the mushrooms and retrieve their stuff. The familiars are disconcerting, but at least they are ostensibly on their side.

They attempt to head in the direction the mushrooms were heading, but don't get far before hitting a dead end. As they try to figure out what to do, a massive flying snake pounces and gobbles them up.

The party panics as the long thin chamber begins to slowly fill with fluid. With the mouth clamped shut, they decide to run as far back as they can. Falin is pretty sure intestines don't have acid, right?

After a harrowing few minutes, they are pooped out in Marcille's front yard.

After reuniting and bathing, Falin tells Marcille about their deal with the canaries, and implores Marcille to reconsider.

Marcille refuses and reveals her dream. Falin doesn't laugh at her, but is concerned. She remembers how miserable the people of the golden country were. Surely the dungeon's power can only extend lives through that same curse.

Notably, due to not eating Thistle, the lion is still in its quadrupedal form. The lion does its best to convince Falin and the others, but after what Kabru told them about the demon, it rings pretty hollow.

Falin refuses to help the demon, not wanting Marcille to become another Thistle.

Marcille is upset, and decides she can make her dream come true by herself. She has the gang confined to the kitchen. She'll do it herself, and they'll see how lovely her dream is later.

Chapter 81:

Falin has no idea what kind of monster Donato is.

Operation Hometown Cuisine proceeds as normal, though Falin doesn't have the realization about Marcille's fears, since she didn't pry into her nightmare.

After failing her persuasion roll on Marcille, Falin gets fed up and grabs Donato's hand, then teleports the doppelganger out of the tree.

Chapter 82:

Identical.

Chapter 83:

Mostly the same. Kabru isn't a prisoner. While the canaries prepare to fight the monster army, they have Kabru escort Thistle to the entrance. Thistle is mostly just resigned at this point. He spots the golden country as part of the new patchwork dungeon, and notices it is off in the corner away from the action. At least Marcille isn't putting them in danger.

Kabru meets up with Toshiro, Namari, and the orcs.

Chapter 84:

Ofc Falin also comes up with the mushroom disguises. Toshiro isn't sure how to feel seeing Falin dressed as a big dumb shroom.

Falin frantically explains how she's pretty sure the lion had been grooming Marcille to be the lord the whole time. That's why she's so out of control.

Lycion explains that when things get this bad, the only solution is to kill the dungeon lord. Thistle calls bullshit. He lost the position without being killed. Lycion clarifies that as long as the demon supports them, there is no other solution.

So Falin proposes they deal with the demon itself.

Lycion shoots that down too. As everyone heads out to fight the monsters, Falin is left despondent.

At Marcille's behest, the lion possesses the pearlipede, engulfing her arm, and speaks to Falin. It tries to convince her to join Marcille. After all, don't they love each other? Chilchuck retorts that if you really love someone, both sides have to be willing to compromise.

The lion tries another tactic. It asks about their favorite foods. Falin's favorite food is ice cream, particularly a swirl of orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream. (If she had been given the chance, she would have discovered exorcism sorbet to be her favorite.)

Unlike Laios, who realizes the lion's weakness in this fight, Falin is just left feeling even more hopeless. But ultimately, she decides to head for Marcille, not knowing what else to do.

Chapter 85:

Falin is quite delighted to see Laios, and is sure it means Marcille isn't too far gone.

Things proceed mostly the same, except Falin again poofs the doppelgangers away. As the party keeps climbing towards Marcille, Falin throws out the armor piercing questions. If Marcille is so callous to create fake versions of her parents, why not just create fake versions of her friends that agree with her dream.

Because a fake isn't the real thing. And what Falin wants is Marcille. The real Marcille.

Marcille starts to break down, admitting that the whole reason she's doing this is because she can't stand the thought of losing Falin and the rest of her friends.

Falin gently embraces Marcille, and explains. If Marcille spends all her time worrying about when their time together will end, then they won't get to enjoy the time they do have together. As they look deep into each other's eyes, Marcille's eyes swimming with tears, she leans forward and-

Senshi ruins the moment by explaining that they already know how to live longer healthier lives. A BALANCED DIET! A HEALTHY CIRCADIAN RHYTHM! AND MODERATE EXERCISE.

The moment is ruined, but it's okay. Marcille clings to Falin as she can't help but laugh as she sobs. Falin smiles and gently rubs Marcille's back. Everything finally feels like it's going to be okay.

Right?

Chapter 86-Finale

[moirasdolly]

Hello! Hope your having a good day/night/afternoon, just wondering if you could do like a small Arleccino smut with a fem reader? If not its okay!, the smut can be whatever your mostly comfortable with!

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Sweet Succubus ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟArlecchino x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Arlecchino might have met the woman of her dreams... literally.

Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), switching (kind of? for a moment?), succubus reader,

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Sugar Rush - BIBI

Notes: When I got this request I didn’t know what to do because there was no specific prompt, BUT i remembered I wanted to write succubus!reader 🩷 I also feel like I went wayyy overboard with this… ݀֯८݂𓈒𓏼ིྀ. .𓏼ིྀ ̥১ I wrote so much unintentionally hehe. Unfortunately I forgot the succubi had wings... HOW COULD I FORGET, so no wing descriptions. Whoever requested this I hope you enjoy though <3

Absolutely obscene groans slipped from Arlecchino’s lips in the dead of night. Her eyes were squeezed shut and sometime since she had slipped into the realm of her dreams she had squirmed so much the covers had been kicked off the bed. Sweat beaded on her eyebrows as she furrowed them together in complete pleasure. She had taken quite a liking to this woman in her dreams and one moment you were flirting, the next you were completely stripped and grinding against each other like you needed each other to survive. You were this mystery woman of her dreams.

You were a succubus to be exact. Curled black horns sprouted through the tufts of your hair, your eyes were fully black with the exception of your heart-shaped pupils, and your nails were claw-like and quite painful if they were to graze Arlecchino, but who knows, maybe she liked that? Currently you were situated on top of her, your legs slotted perfectly together so that you could get the most out of both of your pleasure in your short time together before she woke up. Your lips curled into a devilish grin as you ground your cunts together and the taller woman beneath you spiraled further into her pleasure. The noises coming from you two were downright lewd and you didn’t know how it was possible for someone to be so wet. You hated to admit it, but you were growing fond of the woman and her sinful noises, maybe you’d have to visit her the next time she dreamt.

In one swift movement you leaned down to bury your face in her neck, and you found that her scent was intoxicating. She smelled of black currants and jasmine, you figured it must have been whatever bodywash she used. Nevermind that though, you wanted nothing more than to mark her up and claim her as yours. You grazed her neck with your tiny fangs and sucked little bruises all over her neck. You knew they’d show up in the regular world, but you had no care for the consequences. If she wanted to figure out what happened, she’d have to see you again, and that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted her wrapped around your finger.

The noises she made were guttural and you could tell she was close to release, so you picked up your already brutal pace. She grabbed your hips harshly and you couldn’t help but let out a little yelp. This was the first time she had tried taking control and you’d be foolish to say you didn’t enjoy it, so you let her. She guided your hips like she knew exactly what you wanted and soon enough both of your hips stuttered and you came undone.

You fell flat against her, your full breasts pressing against her own, and if you weren’t already so tired out you might have done something about that, but for now all you wanted to do was sleep. As much as you wanted to stay with her and cuddle up to her warm body, you had to bid her goodbye, so she could sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. You were cutting it close by even staying with her so close to when she would wake up, but there was something special about this woman that made you never want to leave.. Your voice was sickly sweet, almost dripping with sugary syrup as you parted from her with a kiss, “Sweet dreams.” Those were the last words she heard from you before she drifted off into another dream.

Your heart raced as you returned to your abode and plopped down onto your luxurious bed. Deep red silk sheets swallowed you up as you made yourself comfortable. As soon as your head hit the pillow, thoughts of a certain dual colored hair woman came flooding into her mind and you tried to wipe the thoughts of her away. She was the one who was supposed to be thinking of you, not the other way around…

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The next morning when Arlecchino woke up bright and early, she couldn’t shake an uncomfortable feeling. She quickly realized that her panties were completely soaked through. Heat flooded her cheeks as she recalled the extremely intimate dream she had, and she was almost disappointed it was just that. A dream.. She tried to recall the face of the sweet, sinful beauty that had successfully seduced her, but nothing was coming to mind. Eventually she had forgotten about it and gone about her day as a Harbinger, and also the Father of the House of Hearth.

It was already late afternoon and it had been quite the easy day. It was a Sunday, and Sunday’s at the orphanage were usually filled with rest for the kids as a reward for all of their hard work throughout the rest of the week. Arlecchino had quite the soft spot for her kids, but she didn’t let the cold, hard mask slip very often. When she did though, the kids adored it, they truly did love her. Today was odd though, anytime they would get remotely close to her, they’d break out into uncontrollable giggle fits. The children were whispering behind her back as well. She was curious at the change of attitude, but she brushed it off as kids being kids, that is until the young Harbinger known as Childe had made his presence known.

She hummed in distaste as he appeared next to her, and it wasn’t as if she disliked him, but often their personalities clashed. At the end of the day he was still young though, and she couldn’t bring herself to have any ill will towards him. “Childe, to what do I owe this visit to?” She spoke out, her deep voice lilting up at the end of her question. The young man eyed her down. He tried to be subtle, he really did, but unfortunately he had noticed that her neck was littered in dark purple bruises. He couldn’t control the chuckle that erupted from his mouth before he spoke. “Arlecchino, perhaps next time you have… endeavors outside of work, make sure to hide them a bit better. You wouldn’t want the children to see.” By now he was full on laughing, and even had the audacity to wipe a tear away from his eye. 

The older woman didn’t see what was so funny, but she quickly accepted the paperwork the young Harbinger had brought for her. “I suggest you don’t make light of a superior next time. You’ll see that it would be in your best interest to see yourself out.” She maintained composure, but inside she was still deeply confused at the way everyone had been acting. Without another word, but instead a trail of giggles, Childe took his leave and Arlecchino was left alone again.

Once she had returned to her own home again she thought it was about time for a shower. As she stripped, she began to unbutton her collar and gasped at the sight before her. How she hadn’t noticed the obscene amount of bruises on her neck was beyond her. The violet marks were beginning to bloom just like flowers and they were darker than when she first received them in her dreams. She thought she might have been going crazy because how could these appear on her neck when they had been given to her in a dream. There was only one conclusion she could come to, but that would make her seem even more crazy. She had heard of succubi before, but they were obviously just a myth, right? Sex demons couldn’t possibly exist, right? Wrong. 

After her shower, she crawled into bed and almost immediately knocked out for the night. Giving the children the attention they needed could be tiring at times and all she needed was a nice good night of sleep. Although she was afraid if she saw her mystery woman again tonight, her suspicions would be confirmed.

-

Once she fully drifted off to sleep, her mind began running wild and there she was again, in the same position she found herself last time. There you were clad in your little skimpy outfit, luring her closer to you with your saccharine voice. This time though you were waiting for her on her own bed sprawled out for her like a perfect doll. She couldn’t resist you, it was almost intoxicating how good you looked, she had never seen anyone like you. Her deep voice called out to you after a moment of silence, “You’re a succubus, right?” By now she had already crawled on top of you, and caged you in between her arms. Her knee made itself between your thighs, and you sighed out an answer. “Ah… you’ve figured out my little secret.”

The laugh that escaped her lips sent heat straight between your thighs and you had to slightly adjust your position to keep composure under her. Why was a mere human making you so flustered? The same human who was a mess under you the night before. Clearly the dynamic had switched between you in such a short amount of time. When she spoke again, it was clear she was gaining more confidence as time passed, “Well, it wasn't hard to figure out based on your appearance,” she lets her lithe fingers trail across one of your curved horns, “and the fact that you left me many presents to take into the real world from last night.” Your tongue swiped across your plump, glossy lips, and with faux innocence you furrowed your brows at her as your eyes flickered to her kissable neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A pout graced your lips and Arlecchino could tell you were a real brat, nothing she couldn’t handle though.

“I see… Manners aren’t your strong suit it seems. Maybe I’ll have to teach you some.” She drawled out before trailing the hand that was caressing your horn down to your chest. “But first, I need a name from you sweetheart.” She tried to hide her curiosity, but there was a certain glimmer in her eyes as she awaited your answer. You nodded slowly before placing your hand on the back of her head and guiding her ear to your lips. You parted your lips to speak, but not before your tongue traced behind her ear and down to her neck where the violet kissed skin sat. Just before you could suck another bruise onto her, the hand on her chest snapped up to grip your chin harshly, forcing you to meet her eyes. She kissed her teeth quietly and shook her head, “You can’t even listen to instructions properly, what am I going to do with you?” You giggle softly before finally whispering your name. “It suits you, a beautiful name for a beautiful succubus.” She introduced  herself as well, and you have to stop yourself from laughing, “I already know silly, I come into your dreams, what makes you think I don’t know who you are?” 

Her gaze lowers to your lips, then flickers back up to stare into your eyes, “You sure do have a mouth on you. I should put it to work.” Before you could protest, she slid her middle finger past your lips and into your mouth, and like it was second nature to you, you began sucking gently. “That’s more like it, peace and quiet.” Arlecchino mumbled as she added her index finger this time. While one hand was busy, the other tugged down your shiny latex top and your breasts sprang free. As the cool Snezhnaya air hit your breasts you felt your nipples harden, and all you wanted was for Arlecchino to wrap those lips of hers around them. You writhed slightly as she rubbed over your breasts with her warm hands and you couldn’t take it anymore. You bit down on her fingers slightly, not enough to hurt her, only enough to get a reaction out of her.

Her breath hitched slightly and once your eyes met her own, you knew you were in trouble. She slid her now soaked fingers out of your mouth and a string of saliva was the only thing connecting her to you now. She shifted off of you and now instead, she was sat by your side. “If only you could have waited a few more seconds, you could have had everything you wanted by now.” She began wiping her fingers on the bedsheet and you lunged to stop her. You wrapped your hands around her wrist to stop her momentarily and you scooted closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder. You nuzzled into her gently, you were growing more needy as each second passed, but your pride was getting the better of you. You didn’t dare say sorry, or beg for her, you hoped she’d get the point.

Unfortunately for you, Arlecchino had you right where she wanted you. You were far from the controlling woman she had met in her first dream, instead the roles switched, and Arlecchino couldn’t help but chuckle. “Darling, what is it?” She asked as a low whine rumbled in your throat. You shook your head slowly, refusing to give in. You feel a hand smooth over your back and you press yourself further into her. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you needed her so badly that maybe giving up your dignity would be a small price to pay. “I… I need you.” You whimper out. “What was that, darling? Speak up, I couldn’t quite hear you.” Her devilish voice rang out in the bedroom. This was humiliating. “I need you, please.” You wailed, your tail swishing violenty.

If the older woman was anything, she was forgiving. At least she liked to think she was. In your case she had forgiven you the moment you wrapped your hands around her wrist. Under her hard exterior, she was a softie for pretty women, especially you, but she wanted to hear you beg for her. “You’re forgiven, sweetheart. Now lay down for me.” She didn’t have to tell you twice because in an instant you were flat on your back once more, partially exposed to her and she was on top of you shortly after. She left kisses on your cheeks, down your chest and your stomach, finally arriving between your thighs. She parted them ever so slightly and tapped the side of your hip, signaling for you to raise them for a moment so she could pull down the frilly black shorts that hugged your hips. The rest of your bodysuit was revealed to her, and she thought you looked absolutely delicious. Something about you being only partially clothed made her mouth water, you looked so dazed it was adorable.

“Please stop teasing me…” You mumbled and she snapped her head up to meet your gaze. “Patience, sweetheart. You’ll get what you want, and I’ll get what I want in due time.” her voice was commanding and it made your stomach flood with butterflies like you had never felt before. Instead of responding back you just nodded your head, and hoped she would do something soon. Just moments later she pulled your panties aside and marveled at how wet you had gotten just for her. “Shit…” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she dipped a finger into your soaked entrance. You swallowed her up like it was nothing and you let out a high pitched mewl as she began pumping her finger into you. “More… More please!” You choked out, your body experiencing undeniable pleasure.

Arlecchino couldn’t bear to tease you anymore, not when you were so perfect for her, and she slid in two more fingers. You felt so full with three of her digits inside of you that you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut as filthy moans spilled from your lips. You bucked your hips to meet the thrusts of her fingers and before you could get far, you felt Arlecchino’s other hand press firmly into your hips. “Stay still for me, yeah?” And you couldn’t deny her, it was hell for you but you managed not to fight back against her grip on you. “Good girl.” Her deep voice rumbled out onto your inner thigh. Your hard work paid off because before you knew it you felt her tongue lapping at your clit.

Your back arched off of the bed, and the older woman allowed it, figuring there was nothing she could do about it. She also thought you looked cute, so fucked out that you couldn’t control yourself.

The noises coming from both of you were lewd to say the least, downright sinful if you were being honest. You wailed at the stimulation everywhere and before you knew it you felt that familiar coil building up in your lower tummy. Arlecchino knew you were close with the way your cunt squeezed around your fingers, but that didn’t stop her from picking up the pace. The wet squelching of your arousal was second only to the volume of your pathetic moans. “Sweetheart, it’s like you’re sucking me in.” Arlecchino’s dirty words only made you whine out in response, almost embarrassed at what she was insinuating. 

“M-My tail. Please.” You mumbled out in between moans. You were close to release and you were craving the pleasure that would come if the other woman even grazed your tail. It was one of the most sensitive spots for a succubus, and Arlecchino quickly caught on when she caressed the base of yours and you froze up. Your body went rigid for a moment and you squeezed your eyes shut as you came. Arlecchino’s mouth eased up on your clit as she pumped her fingers into you at a leisurely pace to let you ride out your high. Your loud moans began to dwindle down into small whines and you clawed gently at her hand to stop. Arlecchino took the hint and pulled her fingers away from you, but not before leaning down to lap up your release. Your hips bucked up against her mouth and you were beginning to feel overstimulated.

Once the older woman showed mercy, your eyes finally fluttered open again to meet her own. She leaned forward to give you a messy, opened mouth kiss, and it was slightly embarrassing that you could taste yourself on her, but at this point you didn’t care. You were still overwhelmed at the pleasure you experienced, so when she asked how you felt, all you could muster up was a small, “Tired…” Arlecchino felt particularly accomplished tiring out a succubus, it did wonders for her self esteem, but she wanted  to make sure that you were okay as well. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” and the way she said your name made a warm feeling bloom inside your chest. You didn’t want to think about that for now, and instead you nodded as she kissed your forehead and retreated to her bathroom to turn the shower on. She had come back to get you and your wobbly legs could barely hold yourself up in the bathroom, but the older woman was there to help you every step of the way.

At this point the two of you didn’t know whether this was a dream or reality, but once you were done washing up, the two of you plopped into her bed together to finally get some real rest. “If this is a dream… Will you be here when I wake up?” Arlecchino mumbled into your neck as she pulled you close to her chest. A beat of silence went by as you contemplated, you weren’t supposed to, but you wanted to. “I can be. Do you want me to?” You whisper and Arlecchino nods, “More than anything.” And just like that you made up your mind. 

Even if you were supposed to return to your own realm before Arlecchino woke up, you decided it wouldn’t be too bad if you got attached to this human. Especially since she was equally attached to you already.

When Arlecchino awoke, she was happy to feel that familiar bundle of warmth nestled into her chest as well as the smoothness of your tail wrapped around her leg. She looked down at you and planted a feather light kiss to the top of your head. This seemed to stir you out of sleep and you looked up at her, sleepiness still present in your eyes. “Hi.” You said simply, a smile growing on your face. “Hi, sweetheart.” Arlecchino drawled out in her morning voice. You decided it wouldn’t be too bad to spend days in the human realm, as long as those days were spent with her.

[sleepingdeath-light]

how verosika mayday would seduce a female s/o hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (06/01/23)

fandom(s) ; helluva boss

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; verosika mayday

outline ; “For the sapphic request, could we get some of the seduction techniques Verosica from Helluva boss would use on a reader. As NSFW as you’d like for this”

warning(s) ; extremely suggestive content, sexual flirting, references to sex

note ; potentially shaky characterisation as its been a while since i’ve seen the series

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

verosika, being a succubus with more than her fair share of experience in seducing mortals and demons alike, would know exactly what to do to get you wrapped around her finger in no time at all — tailoring her techniques to whichever version of her you know or come to know the best

if you’re a mortal and just know her as this famous pop star, then she’s going to give you an experience that most groupies can only dream of: having one of the other disguised succubi/incubi invite you backstage on her behalf, strategically altering her outfit to accentuate her breasts and thighs before you enter, laying it on thick with the flirting the second you’re alone (e.g. calling you ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, ‘eye catching’, and ‘breath taking’), slowly introducing more physical touch as you give in to her advances and start reciprocating (light brushes on your arm/thigh when you’re sat together that escalate to her sliding her hand up and under the skirt you’re wearing whilst you try and keep on talking), teasing you until you snap and straddle her at which point she gives you exactly what she’s made you want

needless to say, by the time she’s had her way with you, you’ll be struggling to walk and too pussy drink to even speak whilst she practically skips back off to hell with your slick still clinging to her lips

if you’re a demon that catches her eye at ozzy’s club whilst she’s working there, then she takes on a much more blatant approach

she sways her hips, dips her body down low so that you’re eye-level with her chest, gets a bit touchier than usual during her performance (focusing particularly on your chest if you’re wearing a low cut top/dress — and if you happen to have horns then you can guarantee that she’ll be focusing on those too), approaches you once she’s done and either lures you away to somewhere more private or eats you out where you’re sitting no matter who might see/hear (it is ozzy’s, after all, so it’s hardly out of the ordinary) depending on what your preference is

and if you’re an especially good/attractive fuck then she might just put her number on your phone and invite you to seek her out for an encour later on…

no matter how she finds you, though, once you catch her eye she does tend to fall into a certain pattern: playing with your hair (if it’s long enough for her to do so), stroking your forearms, massaging her way up from your hips to your breasts, eyeing up your chest/ass/thighs in a way that’s impossible to miss (whichever is most visible to her at the time), and calling you things along the lines of ‘good girl’, ‘pretty little thing’, ‘princess’ and, once she finally has you in her grasp, ‘slut’ (intermixing praise and degradation in a well-practised way that has you flustered and wanting for more)

whether she actually wants to keep in contact with you after the fact (be that as fuck buddies, girlfriends, or anything else along those lines) or is just using you to spread her sin of choice remains entirely up to just how much fun she has with you — yes, even if you’re human (though you’d need to be pretty extraordinary to catch her eye for more than just a quick fuck)

[lysil7777]

Character introductions/intro for Angel! Sub! Yan! x Succubus! Dom! Reader!

He was a younger angel named Yael.

Millions of years old, but for an eternal being that was like turning 21

He knew demons bad, humans sin, angels and creator good. He knew murder existed, wars broke out, and things got stolen, but despite traveling all over the realms to deliver divine messages, he was extremely sheltered. Innocent to the horrors that humans live with on a day-to-day basis.

When Yael was created he was put under the care of Alex, the two became less like mentor and trainee the older they got and soon found peace in their equal fellowship.

Angels are otherworldly beings, completely untouched by the darkness beneath them. Angels do not have to eat, drink, or have the desire to fuck, therefore they have no reason for genitalia

You were one of the eldest demons, you came to be after the first unmarried people fucked. You were born to spread lust and promote the indulgence of carnal desires.

Minding your purpose, you still held onto distinguishing demonic traits. Metallic silver horns peeked through your head, your canines elongated, strong enough to tear through chain mail, glowing eyes, leathery wings with imprints of what would eventually be known as lace, and this last trait wasn't harbored by any other type of demon but succubui, a long tail ending with a spaded shape.

All succubi are different, with varying powers and appearances but you can tell how strong one is by how strong their scent is.

Unlike humans and angel when a demon comes into existence they don't get a mentor, they simply come to be and either die or learn the ways of the worlds following their instincts.

Succubui can also change the shape, size and type of genitalia they have, as mentioned beforehand all demons have varying powers, some specific to the way they came to be some specific to their race of demon.

A/N: I'm a little embarrassed my last edit apparently didn't save so I'm editing this like a whole day after I posted it 😭😭 Anyways I'm not a writer so hopefully I'm able to do this story justice, I have so many different ideas and scenarios I wanna include I'm just trying to figure out how to write them in a way that makes sense. ALSO I'm using the term "succubi" cuz idk what else to use. Thx for reading <33

[anthurak]

Something I’ve been thinking about when listening to ‘Crooked’ is how Ozzie seems to really relate to Fizz with lines like ‘I think you’re messy but I’m messy too’ and singing about his own ‘crooked heart’ and how he finds Fizz’s imperfections beautiful.

And I think this could get really interesting if Asmodeus and the rest of the Sins are fallen angels just like Lucifer. I mean imagine what Ozzie’s sense of self-image is like if he was an angel who left or was expelled from Heaven and took on this new form in Hell?

Like we’ve always wondered why the Sins look the way they do, particularly in contrast to the demons they seem to rule over. Asmodeus rules over the succubi and incubi yet is this multi-headed fire-rooster, Beelzebub rules over the hellhounds yet is some mashup of a fox/canine and a bee, and now Mammon rules over the shark-demons yet is some weird spider/pine-tree thing.

What if the reason they all look like this is the RESULT of them being Fallen Angels? Specifically, the result of their expulsion from Heaven? What if this is the whole reason for them being ‘embodiments of sin’ in the first place? What if it was all originally intended as a PUNISHIMENT by Heaven for whatever transgressions they may have committed? Something meant to ‘curse’ them when they fell.

In which case, I think it’s all too easy to imagine why Ozzie empathizes, relates and connects so much with Fizzerolli and his struggles. Because Fizz is going through a struggle likely all too similar to one that Ozzie may have gone through, what ALL of the Sins likely went through after their fall. Expelled from their home, having their bodies massively changed and told it was BAD. And I think Crooked shows how Ozzie coped with it: By embracing what he had become and finding the beauty in it, something that he now uses to help Fizzerolli, showing that there is no shame in all their crooked, messy imperfections, and that there is even beauty in them.

And I imagine that ALL of the Sins did more or less the same: They embraced and OWNED this ‘curse’ Heaven sought to ‘punish’ them with. Embraced these ‘sins’ they are supposed to embody and made them their own. It’s why Ozzie and Bee are able to express this very positive interpretation of Lust and Gluttony respectively. As a way of making a new life for themselves and also probably a big ‘fuck-you’ to Heaven.

Now that’s not to say that ALL of the Sins were able to do this in a positive manner, Mammon being a clear example. I imagine that as we are introduced to the rest of the Sins, we’re going to see more of a range of positive and negative ways they’ve chosen to express the ‘sin’ they embody. Like even Asmodeus has been shown to have had his hang-ups on Lust and Love being exclusive, leading to him keeping his true relationship with Fizzerolli secret.

Though it’s clear over the last couple episodes that Ozzie isn’t worried about that anymore.

And I think that in particular is REALLY interesting, because it implies that the Sins aren’t actually bound to a particular way of indulging. Rather, the way they express their ‘sin’ is not by compulsion but by CHOICE. Which I think puts all of the Sins’ actions in a pretty interesting light.

Like it means that Mammon being this petty, skeevy, manipulative asshole isn’t some grand, nebulous ‘Embodiment of Greed’ thing, but rather simply a Mammon thing. The product of his own personal issues and hang-ups. Which also weirdly enough implies that there’s hope for Mammon. The possibility that he doesn’t HAVE to be this way. Admittedly it would almost certainly take a (pardon the pun) HELLUVA family intervention to have a hope of making that happen, but you never know. It would certainly be in keeping with the themes of the show.

All in all, I’m finding more and more the possible backgrounds of the Seven Sins to be VERY compelling. Not just for ‘The Lore’ reasons, but because it further develops the Sins as characters. It takes these monstrously powerful and ancient beings and shows them to be far more grounded and, for lack of a better word, human than we might give them credit for.

[monstersandgirls-webcomic]

First I want to say I love your work so much. second is it possible for you to tell us a little more about your version of sins because you got me so interested

Thank you! And sure I can give you a brief run down:

Lucifer - Ruler of Pride, the creator of demons, goetias and the other deadly sins. Loved and feared by his people. Despite his fearsome appearance, he's described as having a "warm blanket" personality. You never know how to feel about him.

Satan - Ruler of Wrath, creator of hellhounds and mammal-based demons. Feared by his people. Loves to parade around the corpses of his enemies and has a love for dinosaurs. Also he's Luvart's daddy.

Asmodeus - Ruler of Lust, creator of succubi, incubi and various "lust-based" demons. Very cold and stiff in personality, but her rough exterior can falter when she/he's around Lilith. She's considered the cruelest Prince of Hell, as she created the prisons where various demons are tortured as punishment.

Beelzebub - Ruler of Gluttony, creator of bug demons. She's arguably the most powerful prince in hell, second to Lucifer, as she controls many other sectors in Hell (there was a civil war, dw about it). Unlike her "brothers", she is very small in size and is described as "unremarkable". She is also the only demon Prince who encourages "love" and is described as very motherly.

Mammon - Ruler of Greed, creator of reptile demons, dragons, and digital demons (aka, robots and androids). Not much is known about him. He's very close with Beelzebub.

Leviathan - Ruler of Envy, creator of fish demons, amphibian demons and various weather based demons. He is the first demon Lucifer ever created and treasures him greatly, always obeying his every want and demand. Unlike his "brothers" who try to have a sense of regality to them, Leviathan is childish, brash and easy to offend. He's also the strongest out of all of them, even surpassing Lucifer.

Belphegor - Ruler of Sloth, creator of plant demons, imps and fairies. He despises Lucifer and spend most of his time in his palace mourning. Due to being uninvolved in managing in his Kingdom, it lead to another civil war, where Beelzebub ended up taking complete ownership.

Side note: Demons don't typically call certain rings Lust/Wrath/etc. they're referred to as "Beelzebub's Kingdom" or "Satan's Kingdom".

Also there are other types of demons that I didn't list off, like slime, bicorns, etc. Just wanted to list off the main ones