#om purgatory hall

[nocreativityfornames]

Solomon: As a human--

Lucifer: *scoffs* Human?

Mammon: I don't think you count as a human anymore, dude.

MC: Stop!

Satan: Huh?

MC: Stop saying Sol isn't human. 😑

Asmo: Hun, come on. He's an incredibly powerful sorcerer who's immortal and has 72 demons under his control--

MC: My ancestor was a fallen angel.

Belphie: How does that--

MC: When I went to the Celestial Realm in the past you guys couldn't tell that I wasn't an angel. And when I went back in time in the Devildom you idiots didn't even consider the fact that I could've not been a demon.

Levi: Uh--

MC: Whenever we get in some sort of trouble and end up cursed or hit a weird spell it rarely ever affects me even though the magic works on everyone else: demon, human, or angel.

Mammon: Okay, that's a good point but--

MC: When I first got here Lou put a spell in the attic so a human wouldn't be able to see Belphie even if they got up there. I went to the attic and I was still able to see him.

Everyone: ...

MC: 😑

MC: If you wanna dismiss Solomon's humanity because he's "unusual" compared to the average human, you'll have to dismiss mine too.

Beel: I think MC is right here...

MC: Thank you, BB.

MC: Now c'mon Old Magic Man, let's go. *grabs Sol and leaves*

Everyone: ...

Satan: ...MC has become rather protective over Solomon ever since they came back, huh?

Lucifer: Yes, they have...

Mammon: I don't like that.

Asmo: Well, I think it's sweet.

Levi: Guys, I think we're focusing on the wrong thing here--

[nocreativityfornames]

I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE A POST ABOUT THISSS

Like, in the OG Barb talks fondly of Solomon and with respect, but now they're back to the original timeline and he's pissed like we're still in the past?

I'm giving the writers the benefit of the doubt and saying that it's just because he has too cook with Solomon in this lesson (poor Barb, man is stressing) but if this continues then it's just strange

What is Barbatos so pissed about😭? In the original timeline he's relatively friendly with Solomon?

[tsukii0002]

Mc: Can anyone tell me three things that can kill a human?

Simeon: A blow too hard.

Solomon: The bite of a black widow.

Luke: Oh, and, and…. Almost any strong poison!!!

Mc: *grinning* That's it!!!!

All three of them look proud.

Mc: So, whose idea was it to bring me to a poisonous animal reserve on the edge of a cliff!!?????

Simeon and Luke: *looking sideways at Solomon*

Solomon: So *looking indignant*, the brothers can take you anywhere that puts your life on the line and I'm the bad guy for doing the same?????

Mc: Solomon, it isn't this a competition to see who can take me to the deadliest place?!!!! I like our afternoons of puzzles in Purgatory hall, you know?

Luke: *sighing* I told you it was a bad idea.

Simeon: Ha, ha, ha *understands Solomon deep down* but it was his turn to choose plan with Mc.

Solomon: And don't you think that with three angels and the best sorcerer you'll be more than safe? Am I right or not?

Raphael: Don't get me involved, I suggested a farm school to pet the donkeys.

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Solomon just wanted to impress Mc using the same tactics as the brothers, it doesn't work like that Solomon, you have your own charm and your own way of putting Mc in danger that no one else can replicate 😉.

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[shootingstarrfish]

well. he sure tried (maybe)

[ephie-om]

Based on a conversation from the OM gift exchange server thank you guys for the idea xo

Day 11: Simeon

Simeon was an angel, which meant he embodied all the seven divine virtues as best as he could. But he was not perfect. Sometimes, even an angel loses patience. Especially when that angel is in the Devildom surrounded by demons, an insane sorcerer, and a small child.

He had woken up early in the morning to pack a healthy lunch for Luke and finish up laundry from the night before. He tried to operate the coffee maker for a few minutes, doing his best to remember Solomon’s instructions on which buttons to push, but to no avail. He gave up and decided he would have to do without it. Luke’s lunch box was packed and he went to check on the laundry, only to find that Solomon had forgotten to start the dryer last night like he had asked. He blamed himself internally for not checking on it before he went to bed, but was it so hard for the sorcerer to flip a switch?

He started the dryer and trudged back to the kitchen. Luke was awake, judging by the sounds from down the hall. Simeon threw together a bowl of cereal just in time for the little angel to meander out of his bedroom. Luke took a seat and began eating wordlessly, which irked Simeon maybe a bit more than it should have. Rummaging through the cupboards, he found little else for breakfast besides a Devildom protein bar behind a few boxes and decided that would have to do. He unwrapped it and bit- oh, for the love of light. Why was it spicy?

He slipped the bar into the trash can as Luke pushed his empty bowl away from him and hopped down from his chair. “Make sure you put your bowl in the sink, please.” Luke made a very impolite face at him and set down his bowl with a loud clunk in the sink. Simeon was going to need everything he had to make it through today.

He sent a surly Luke off to school, one battle won for the day. The dishes piling up in the sink drew his attention next. With a labored sigh he rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Solomon trundled down the stairs lazily around an hour later, just as Simeon was wiping out the empty sink. He yawned, filling the kitchen with bad breath, and picked up the empty coffee pot. He looked at Simeon, confused. “There’s no coffee.”

“You’re very observant,” the angel replied coolly.

“I thought you knew how to use the coffee maker.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I must have forgotten.”

Solomon grunted, annoyed, and set the pot back in its holder. “Is there breakfast?”

“There’s eggs in the refrigerator.”

“You’re always pushing me out of the kitchen. I thought you’d make me some.”

“I would have, if you had gotten up at a reasonable time.”

Solomon huffed. “I’ll just go get something at a cafe.”

Simeon kept his back turned as the sorcerer left, slamming the door with more force than needed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on quickly. When did those two get so utterly frustrating? He hoped they would be a little more cheerful when they got back home.

He needed to get out of the house. He quickly jotted down a list, grabbed his stash of reusable bags, and started his walk to the grocery store. The fresh air lifted his spirits, and he found a gentle smile back on his face as he entered the store. That is, until he spotted two very familiar faces in the candy aisle. He crept up slowly to hear the conversation. “You won’t get in trouble,” Solomon reassured a worried Luke. “Nobody will find out we skipped class.”

Simeon cleared his throat. “Someone might find out.”

The two jumped at the sound of his voice, fear on their faces. Simeon took the chocolate bar from Luke’s hand and set it back on the shelf. “Let’s go.” They followed him silently, through the doors and outside near the cart park. Simeon weighed his options in his mind, and decided that reputation be damned, he would not wait until they got home.

“Luke, sit here. Solomon, you too.” The two traded looks as they sat on the curb. Simeon breathed in deeply, trying to keep his composure.

“I have tried all morning to be courteous to the both of you. I’ve been polite even though I woke up well before either of you to make your lives a little easier. And what have I gotten in return? Snide looks, rude words, and both of you ditching class from a school that a PRINCE accepted you into. Do either of you have a care for just how hard the people around you work to make you comfortable? Or are you just resigned to the fact that things will get done for you? Well, they won’t get done for you any more. Not until you can learn to have some respect for those that work hard every day. You can figure out your own breakfasts until I see something start to change.” Simeon turned around sharply and stalked off, leaving them in shock behind him.

Solomon and Luke looked at each other, stunned. They sat there for a moment in silence, processing.

Solomon was the first to speak. “Is it just me, or did he really…” he trailed off, looking for support from the angel. Luke nodded sagely. “He really looked like Lucifer just now.”

[nocreativityfornames]

Now, I agree that Solomon would most likely win this fight. I mean, the fucker ( affectionate ) is immortal and has pacts with 72 different demons, with one of them being Asmo, Lucifer's brother who he can't at all fight against for purely "I'd rather have someone tear my every limb 9281 times over than see my family harmed" type of reasons coming from Mr. I'll sacrifice myself to protect my loved ones in a heartbeat over here.

However!! I gotta come to Lucifer's defense here because some people are using S3's "Tiny!Lucifer arc" ( specifically lesson 47 ) as an argument to say that he'd easily lose to Solomon, which I don't really get because the reason Solomon was able to "overpower" Lucifer during that lesson was literally because Lucifer let him??

Like, the game couldn't have made it any clearer.

I mean, what happens is that Solomon puts a binding spell on Lucifer, which makes him pissed so he goes full demon form. And then Beel transforms as well because y'know, "protect the family" instincts, and Lucifer's response is:

Look at that annoying ass smirk, does this look like a man who's being overpowered by anything??

And then he says:

He knows this isn't anything he can't take, he fully has the power to break the spell. But you know why he doesn't?

Man looked fully ready to jump Solomon, but then MC's name is mentioned and poof, he stops.

Right, that's what he came here for, to help MC with their Sorcerer Exams. So he chooses to let it happen, for MC's sake, because he wants them to pass these exams and become a full-fledged sorcerer.

And so Lucifer leaves his demon form and lets Solomon turn him tiny!

( and Magnus ((my mc)) thanks Lucifer by laughing at his tiny self, of course, because annoying his grumpy ass is one of their favorite pass times ((they love him, don't worry)) )

Little bonus ( Simeon learning about what happened ):

!!!

Man doesn't even try to deny it, he just tells Simeon to shut up because can't bring himself to admit it in front of everyone. But yeah, dude cares so much about his chaotic mess of pact mate that he'll let himself look stupid and weak in front of others as long as it makes them happy/helps them somehow.

[rainiishowers]

Dateables (+Luke!) Dancing With MC

A/N: I love this idea sm y’all don’t even know. Same format as before :3

Scenario: Everyone is at a ball at the castle, and this is how I imagine each of the dateables (+ Luke) would ask MC to a dance.

Brothers Ver.

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Diavolo

One of the things the prince wanted to do at this ball was to dance with MC. He’s very clear about this when he walks up to MC and asks to dance, holding out his hand with a smile on his face. He ignores the people giving them looks as they glide across the dance floor. He’s definitely aware of them, but wants to focus on MC. Years of practicing ballroom dancing paid off as he expertly and gracefully dances with the human. He isn’t nearly as dramatic as Asmo and Satan, but there are some spins here and there, and even some improvised dance moves. Will thank MC for dancing with him after, and if they don’t excuse themselves, he would ask if they want to stay by his side for a bit longer.

Barbatos

With Diavolo’s nagging encouragement, he politely goes to ask MC to dance. He’s very gentlemanly about it and starts the dance off with a bow. He is one of the best at dancing, having taught Diavolo it when the prince was younger. It is one of his many skills. Barbatos will gently corrects MC if they were to ever mess up, it’s kinda like a lesson in itself if they don’t know how to dance well, if at all. After it ends, he’ll end it with another bow and be on his way. His face remains neutral but Diavolo could tell he got some joy out of it.

Simeon

Like Satan, he is determined to be the first one MC dances with, although will settle for second or third. He initiates a conversation first before mentioning how nice everyone looks while dancing, which allows him to ask if they want to dance with him. He’ll be very happy when they say yes but will quickly compose himself. Simeon’s dancing is a bit rusty, so the angel might step on their toes once or twice before quickly getting into a rhythm, obviously being very apologetic and embarrassed about it. After the dance, he’s in a good mood for the rest of the night.

Solomon

Solomon will probably, shamelessly, interrupt a conversation that MC is having, especially if it’s with one of the brothers. That or he’ll insert himself in if the conversation interests him. Either way, he asks if they want to dance with him and quickly goes to the ballroom floor when they say yes. Wanting to have fun with it yet still make sure the dance is good, while dancing the waltz or whatever dance they are doing, he throws in some moves that he happens to remember from ye olden times, as well as other improvised dance moves. After the dance, he says his thanks with a kiss on their hand, smirking while looking up to see their reaction. If MC shows any interest in the dance moves from the old days, Solomon says he’ll happily set some time away to teach them

Luke

He might be a bit embarrassed to ask MC to a dance, but with Solomon and Simeon’s encouragement, he tugs on their outfit and quietly asks if they wanna dance with him. He’s pleasantly surprised when they say yes and has a big smile on his face. The dancing isn’t really graceful at the beginning but it turns out to be an improvised dance, with a few more silly dance moves thrown in. It’s absolutely adorable seeing these two dancing and he’ll ramble about it all to Simeon and Solomon later back at Purgatory Hall.

[starlit-bun]

(Belated) Day 3: Knife, a messy doodle

I like to imagine Solomon isn't allowed to cook, but bothers MC enough that they let him slice any fruits and veggies needed <3

[sheepamongdemons]

Hey, Solmare, what Is it with Simeon constantly saying he's Luke's grandpa? Why that dynamic?

[nocreativityfornames]

I'm sorry, but it's literally Luke.

And I'm not even talking about the silly teasing, this poor kid was raised in a post-war world where many people died, and he was looked after by two angels ( Simeon & Michael ) who were very personally affected by said war due to the fact that they were so close to Lucifer and his siblings.

So we have "there was a war right before I was born and the entire realm was still dealing with the aftermath of it while I was growing up" + "said war was caused by my two guardians' brothers, and led by someone who before was admired by the entire realm" + "my two guardians still deeply miss those brothers but I can't comprehend why because I'm a child and they are TRAITORS" + "I was thrown into a realm I've never been in, where demons want to hurt me AND I was made to study in the same school as those traitors who hurt my loved ones so much both in the past and the present"

And like...even if Barbatos has some tragic ass backstory, he currently seems fine? Like, man happily lives in a castle with his adopted son, he's satisfied with his job, and he's definitely not in the same situation he used to be.

Also what Luke went through in S4????

((((((Spoilers ahead‼️))))))

Poor boy found out that his beloved father/parent figure, who raised him ever since he was a baby, is now a human. A simple mortal, who's now in a much more vulnerable situation and needs to be protected by everyone around him.

And all because Simeon dared to save Lucifer.

Because of that, he was punished with the curse of mortality, by the same people Luke so vehemently trusted to be good and believed in.

This child's entire world view is literally crushing down on him.

So yes, Luke suffers the most. Definitely. 😶

please rb after voting :D

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

I've been thinking about this for a long time, finally doodled it.

(I knowww Solomon probably wouldn't

1. curse in front of Luke

or 2. call Simeon a bitch

but I wanna witness less vanilla purgatory hall-gang shenanigans, and goshdarnit, i'll make it myself if i have to!)

[nocreativityfornames]

EXCUSE ME???

[sheepthatgobaa]

I would like the dump all the simeon and luke art on you (mainly did these two so I can avoid drawing Raphael (WHY ARE THE PRETTIEST DESIGNS THE HARDEST DESIGNS))

[devildomwriter]

Under the Mistletoe | Raphael x Reader

1.2k+ words | GN! Reader | Romance, Comedy | CW: none, just a very oblivious angel

Summary: Raphael doesn’t seem to understand the tradition of mistletoe and Solomon and the hallmark channel are making it more confusing.

At this point, it was a battle of will. By that you meant ‘Will this oblivious angel even understand?’

Even Luke had noticed by now that there was an odd amount of mistletoe placed around Purgatory Hall and he kept giving weird looks to Solomon who kept insisting it was not him.

Simeon chuckled as he knew the truth. You were desperately hoping to kiss Raphael even just a small peck, but he was blind to any kind of affectionate moves and flirtations. You’d once called him cute directly to his face and he thought you were describing the Devildom and called you odd.

It was a potentially fruitless effort to get him to understand why you were putting up so much mistletoe. He saw you doing it again today as he sat there eating what was supposed to be a sandwich that Solomon had concocted for him.

He watched you nonchalantly, his spear at his side as he’d just come back from some kind of work. This time you stuck a bushel of holly on the corner of the living room wall right before the hallway leading to his room. The next dozen would be placed around his door and if he’d let you in, his room.

“That’s a lot,” he commented after finishing the sandwich and you sighed to yourself. As you took a step down the ladder your ankle twisted slightly and you fell back. Before you could even gasp, Raphael had his arms around you, catching your fall.

You stayed there for a moment shocked at how quickly that’d all happened when you grinned up at Raphael.

“Raphael! Look, we’re under the mistletoe!”

He blinked. “Of course we are…you put it everywhere.” He said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. You sighed exasperatedly and sat up.

You heard Solomon laughing in the kitchen and glared in the general direction.

“Better luck next time,” Simeon said sweetly though he was glad it hadn’t worked.

Most people were very confused about your affection and general attraction to a stern angel like Raphael with unyielding convictions contrasting many of yours. But you couldn’t help it. He had the cutest smile he rarely showed, a voice that lived up to the description ‘angelic’, he was very protective of you and his loved ones, wanted what was best for everyone, and was very clearly lonely and lacking in enough socialization. One reason he did not seem to understand the human tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.

You began losing hope, wondering if he knew what it meant but avoided partaking in a commercialized aspect of a holiday that meant so much to him.

You nonetheless continued and knocked on the door of Purgatory Hall the next evening again.

Raphael looked out through the peephole and let you in, his slightly reddened face betrayed his efforts to hide anything was wrong.

You placed the mistletoe on the table again and Raphael walked past you to the couch where Hallmark movies were playing. This should have been the second sign something was different from yesterday.

“Hey, Raphael?” You called and he flinched and looked up immediately.

“Yes?”

“Can I put some of these in your room?”

He blushed furiously and looked away, “my room?”

You nodded and it dawned on you he was avoiding your eyes more than usual. You frowned and took off your coat placing it on the back of your chair.

“Raphael…what’s wrong?” You asked sweetly and he turned away to hide his expressions.

“Have you…never mind…” he immediately gave up and you shook your head.

“You can tell me anything, Raphael.” You assured and he was quiet for a long time but when you didn’t budge from your spot he relaxed and nodded.

“Are you…trying to set up Solomon and I?”

You froze. This dumass was more oblivious than you thought.

You heard loud cackling from Solomon’s room and Raphael turned red and clutched his spear ready to throw it at the door.

“What?” You said completely dumbfounded as you stared at him in shock.

He collected himself for a more serious conversation and began to explain himself. “I recently learned of the human tradition to kiss under the mistletoe.”

You nodded wondering how him finally learned the truth had gone so wrong.

“You set it up everywhere in our home and then immediately leave after Solomon begins laughing…This must be a signal for you to leave after prepping the area.” He said determinedly and you planted your face in your hands.

Solomon kept laughing so Raphael grabbed your arm. “Don’t go. Please take the mistletoe down. I’m not sure what Solomon has said to you but I do not have an interest in him, only his cooking.”

This situation was so absurd you finally broke down laughing, clutching your stomach as you fell onto your side, head in his hap.

Raphael let go of you and blushed. He had no idea what to do. He was feeling humiliated as he may have jumped to conclusions. Perhaps you just really liked mistletoe. Now you were in tears on his lap, a situation he’d never found himself in and so he sat there, his embarrassment growing until he had had enough.

“That’s enough. I deserve an answer. You’ve been doing this for weeks now.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and poured yourself a glass of water asking him to wait as you calmed yourself down.

Finally, you turned around to Raphael, leaning against the counter, pink in the face as you decided the only way he’d get it through his head is if you explained it to him.

“Solomon is laughing because I keep failing.”

“At…hanging mistletoe? You did fall a few times…” he noted, his shoulders instantly relaxed as he now knew he was not part of some hallmark movie plot to set him up with Solomon.

You shook your head. “Raphael, how many times were we under the mistletoe at the same time?” You asked him to recall and he thought about it.

“…every time?” He said but it still didn’t click.

How could someone observant enough to be the best hitman in the celestial realm be so blind to this?

“Raphael…” you sighed and gave him a dumbfounded look. “I’ve been failing to get you to kiss me.”

Having it finally spelled it out, Raphael was very quiet and very still for what felt like minutes but was probably a few moments.

Then Raphael did something you’d never seen the proud angel do before. He hid his face in his hands and remained that way for what was minutes.

Luke and Simeon came into the living room to check up on him and Simeon offered you another glass of water which you drank as you became anxious this was a clear rejection.

Finally, Raphael sat up straight, face as expressionless as usual, and got up from the couch with his spear in hand. He disappeared around the corner and your heart fell. You thought you’d fall over as tears pricked the corners of your eyes when Raphael reappeared with a single leaf of mistletoe he’d ripped off a wall somewhere.

Now he blushed and looked away from you. You blinked in surprise trying not to get your hopes up but you ran up to him and hugged him. He stuck the leaf onto the end of the spear which reached above you both and he looked down at you, pink visible in his cheeks.

You looked up at him and closed your eyes. He stared at your freshly glossed lips and closing his eyes too he bent down and you finally felt the kiss of your angel’s lips.

[tsukii0002]

Luke and MC are having a movie night in the living room of the House of Lamentations, when they hear noises.

Luke: *hugging Mc* What was that??!

Mc: Oh, don't worry, it's the time when the middle and left head of Cerberus are fighting with the right head.

Luke: Oh… What is that????!!!!

Mc: *laughing* Levi bought a new game *looking at the clock* he should be on the hardest level.

Luke: Okay… He, he What- what's that noise??!!!!!

Mc: *looking down at the ground* A giant spider, they've been making their way around lately, Lucifer is really pissed off.

Luke: What *about to cry* What was that?

Mc: Oh, it's just Beel *pointing to the ceiling* hi Beel.

Beel: *hooked upside down to the ceiling* Hi Mc, hi Luke.

Mc: *whispering* It's one of his nighttime snack.

Luke: *shivering* I think next time we'll go to Purgatory hall.

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[lou-struck]

Made With Love Part 5

Made with Love  pt 5

OM Brothers & Datables x reader

Featuring: Simeon and a bonus character

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: yandere Simeon, mentions of kidnapping, passing out, overexertion. Slightly suggestive behavior.  Love Potion based personality changes, obsessive behaviors, mention of suggestive behavior, lots of teasing, kissing, touching, etc.

A/n: Thank you to everyone who stuck with me through this process, I know it took awhile to finish this mini series but I hope that it’s worth it.

As the Sorcerer's words echo through the dark, a disbelieving shiver trails down your spine. "Can you please repeat that, Solomon," you ask, hoping that your fatigue has made you auditorily hallucinate and everything will be fine.

His hand comes to rest on your arm, the comforting gesture does little to calm your nerves when the worry in his eyes shines as bright as the human world sun. "Depending on many factors, potions can affect individuals differently. As an angel, this twisted love potion may be much more potent on Simeon than it was on any of the Demons. I advise you to be on your guard when confronting him."

"So the kiss may not work at all?" you ask, trying your best to remain calm, but the slight tremor in your voice betrays you.

He shakes his head, "I'm afraid that's the case." His eyes fill with concern as they flick to the window. "I wonder if I should head back to the lab to try and create an antidote, in case you were to, to."

"In case I fail," you say dryly, understanding the severity of the situation. "But there still is a chance that I can help him, so I'm gonna take it. You should go back to Purgatory Hall; Luke should be…~"

Crap

For the first time in hours, you remember that you did not start this quest on your own. Poor Luke must be freaking out all by himself. You were supposed to check in with the angel, but after your DDD was waterlogged, thanks to Levi, you haven't been able to contact him at all. 

"What's the matter Mc?" Solomon asks gently, grabbing ahold of your arm. The warmth radiating from his fingertips brings you back down to earth. "You look like you've seen a ghost. 

"It's Luke," you answer, guilt flooding your features at just the mention of the little helper's name. "I was supposed to call him and check in while he has been working on the antidote but I couldn't. Do you have your DDD on you by chance?"

"Do I?" He furrows his brows and pats his pockets. Finding nothing, he frowns. "Sorry, I must've left it in the Banquet Hall. I recall having it when I arrived, but after everything that happened, I must've forgotten to pick it up."

You frown. Just standing around is wasting precious time, but you dread the words that are about to leave your lips. "You should head back. Get the others up to speed and check up on Luke for me, okay?"

"I don't want to leave you," he says; the fire in his eyes tells you that he means it with every fiber of his being. "Not when things are the way they are. 

"Technically, I should be the safest out of everyone." you mention, "At least we know what Simeon wants with me; if one of you guys ran into him, it could be a different story."

The determination on your features draws a long sigh from Solomon, one that really reveals his age. "Are you really okay with trying to find him on your own?"

You nod, giving him what you believe to be a convincing smile. "There is still a possibility that I can break the spell on my own. But if I can't, I promise I will call for help. 

"If that's what you think is best," he sighs, "But I can't say I'm happy with this arrangement."

"I know you aren't," you say quickly.  "But thank you for going along with my plan."

Before he turns to go, he grabs your hand and looks deep into your eyes. "Please be careful, Mc. He may look the same, but that is not the Simeon you know. If things get dicey, just call for me. Please, Mc, promise me you won't try to be a hero and do this on your own. None of us would be able to handle it if something were to happen to you. I wouldn't be able to handle it if you got hurt."

"I promise. I'll be careful," you say solemnly and he shoots you one last glance, begging for you to change your mind before he turns and leaves through a door. 

The feeling of loneliness comes quickly; all of your senses feel as if they have been heightened by your current fear. Every shadow that passes you resembles a hand ready to pull you into the darkness, and now you really want to go home. 

Where could Simeon be?

The Library?

The Botanical gardens?

The Bathroom?

With the thousands of hiding spots in front of you, you can't help but feel a tad overwhelmed. Your heart rate rises and the stone pattern on the tiles blur under your overwhelmed gaze. You stumble slightly over a divot in the hall and reach out to a long end table to steady yourself. 

The porcelain vase rattles but, thankfully, doesn't come crashing down. 

Just as you breathe a sigh of relief, a low laughter reaches your ears, and you turn your end to the wall of shadows at the end of the hallway.

Ah, alone at last Mc," Simeon coo's stepping out from behind a pillar, brilliant white wings out on display as he takes you in with dark eyes. "You have no idea what kinds of fun I have planned for the two of us now that I have you all to myself. His usual angelic aura is replaced with one that is dark and menacing; against your better judgment, you are hit with an incapacitating wave of fear. 

All it takes is one single step toward you for your courage to falter as one thought races through your mind on loop.

This isn't Simeon…

You turn and run.

~

At long last, Luke has done it…he thinks. 

The Lab smells of black licorice and garlic as the angel's slightly elongated reflection stares back at him as he gazes into the Deep lavender concoction that is supposed to solve everything. This cure should make everyone stop acting so scary, and you can still have the Valentine's Day party you deserve. 

But something feels wrong. 

You haven't messaged him once through this whole process. Every time Luke stares at his empty inbox, his heart breaks a bit more as he imagines those obsessive demons taking you away forever. 

Simeon'

What is going on over there?

Unable to wait any longer for the potion to cool, Luke takes it off its burner. The vial is painfully hot in his hands, but he doesn't let go as he puts a cork in it and runs out of the Lab in a flash. 

The sudden burst of cold air in his lungs makes the little angel struggle to breathe, but he keeps running. The taller demons he passes on the street give him odd looks as he passes, but he doesn't have time to care. 

Keeping his eyes trained on the wet ground below, he doesn't see the large man-shark demon stepping into his path until he makes contact with his slick, gray skin. Being much lighter than that massive demon, Luke bounces off of him and hits the ground hard. 

His knees sting as they scrape the ground and turn an angry red color, but as he struggles to regain his breath, all he can think of is the potion. 

Did he break it?

"Hey, little guy?" the demon he had crashed into earlier says, holding out a fin. "Are you okay? That was quite the spill."

Luke takes the fin and gets to his feet. He holds the antidote a bit closer to his chest. "I'm fine, I'm really sorry for running into you, but I have to go."

"It's cool, I get it." the demon says, smiling with his rows and rows and rows of jagged teeth. "Have a good one."

Luke nods and starts to run once more. His stomach twists and turns as he thinks of Simeon, of Barbatos, of you. 

While his tired, little mind may be making him think the worst, he has this strange feeling that you are in trouble. 

Simeon~

You're in trouble. 

Out of breath, you find yourself in the middle of the empty ballroom. The crystal chandelier gleams in the moonlight as a few white feathers float gently to the ground, each one casting a new shadow in Simeon's image. 

He's toying with you. 

"Are you done running?" His voice echoes through the darkness. "You must be tired, poor thing, won't you come here?" his tone is soft, angelic, and it brings tears to your eyes as you fight your natural instinct to run into his arms. 

Although you cannot see him, you can feel his presence, he isn't just watching you at this point, he's hunting you. The intense power radiating from the darkness causes your knees to tremble as you stumble over to the wall. Your body feels far weaker than normal, but your mind is still sharp. 

The potion is clearly still effective on him, so it could be entirely possible that he truly is as possessive as the others claimed he was. Meaning, you can use it to your advantage. 

"Simeon, c-could you please come out here?" you call, forcing your voice to waver a bit more than necessary to lure him out.  "Please, I got rid of the others, so It's just us. I-i want to spend my Valentine's Day with you."

You pause, awaiting his response, but get nothing. If your angel heard you, he doesn't seem to be taking the bait. Squinting through the room, you search for any sign of motion finding nothing. 

Walking over to the partially drawn curtains, your fingers close around the thick woven cord and give it a light tug. A bit more moonlight would make your search for Simeon a bit easier, but you find it doesn't budge. 

Gritting your teeth, you pull at it again and again, until the velvet drapery slides, revealing a disheveled Simeon who greets you with a manic grin. 

"You've done well my darling." he coo's those bright, beautiful blue eyes of his practically concealed by those enlarged hearts. "You found what was behind curtain number one."

His skin feels like it's on fire as his hand latches around your wrist. You gasp at the sensation and instinctively try to step away, but he doesn't let you. 

You are enveloped in his steaming embrace as he nuzzles his face into your hair. The faint glow of his wings illuminates the room as his feathers cocoon you. Despite the circumstances, you relax under his familiar touch. "Please don't be afraid of me." he murmurs, his voice soft and genuine as he tries to comfort you.

"I'm not afraid of you Simeon," you answer truthfully, "I could never be afraid of you. Today has just been difficult."

"I know My Love," he says, smiling into your hair. There is something eerie in his tone that puts you on edge. "It must've been difficult playing this little game of hide and seek all by yourself, but you did it. You found everyone, Just like I thought you would."

As his words wash over you, your stomach sinks and you twist around to face him. "What are you talking about?"

He smiles as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he eyes you with predatory hunger. "Did you have fun getting your special little moment with everyone else? Did you enjoy their pathetic displays of infatuation, picking off each lovesick fool one by one and sending them off with just a little kiss?"

The Venom in his words causes you to squirm in his hold. "You were watching me?"

"Since you stepped foot in this castle," he grins his nails gently tracing the side of your face. "But unlike those demons, I showed restraint and waited for them to get out of the way. Like always, they were too greedy to focus on the big picture."

Perhaps it's the unusual bout of exhaustion you are feeling, but you're having trouble seeing what Simeon is referring to as the 'big picture' as well. "And what would that be?" You ask carefully.

"Before now, I was always the one to make sacrifices when it came to spending time with you. Whenever I try, you always get taken away from me to either play peacemaker to those selfish demons when they cause problems they lack the mental fortitude to fix themselves, get treated like one of Solomon's little lab rats, or play babysitter to Luke, who is afraid of his own shadow." He is so vexed at the words spewing out of his mouth that his body temperature increases even higher than before, making this smothering contact stiflingly warm. 

There is real pain behind his harsh words, the kind that definitely could be exploited by a personality-altering Love Potion; your heart breaks for the neglected angel. "Simeon…"

"So you can see it too?"  I am done taking a backseat and watching everyone sweep you off your feet while I am obligated to give up my heart's desire." White feathers twitch as their owner stares down at you darkly. "So I will take you away and dedicate every waking moment of my life to keeping your content."

With wings like those, Simeon could easily carry you away from the Devildom, and judging from the look of desperation on his face, he is planning on doing just that. 

"Please listen to me," you plead, placing your hand on his chest; his heart is beating out of control, "It's the Love Potion talking; you don't really want to do this. Let me help you."

He looks as if you had just slapped him across the face. His emotions are going from one extreme to the other. "How can you say that, Mc? How can you say that I wouldn't want to be near you at all times?"

"I'm sorry, I just never saw things that way until now." you apologize softly. "I never realized how little time we get to spend together. But I would like to fix it if you would allow me to."

The hearts shrink in size as you gently cup his overheating face, his blush looks painfully deep as you press your lips to his, softly at first, but the kiss quickly turns desperate as you think of all the times Simeon has had to play the good sport. 

Although kindness is one of his best traits, you fell in Love with Simeon, not the worn doormat he perceives himself to be at the moment. You love his wit, his creativity, his warmth. 

You pour your affections into the kiss, but something feels off. 

Your body tingles as you feel your energy being drained from you at a rapid pace. Your arm becomes slack as it falls from Simeon's face and hangs limply.

Your eyes widen as you stare up at Simeon helplessly. A look of Victory on his face as he boops your nose. "Oh come on Darling; You're going to have to give me much more than that."

~

The doors to the banquet hall part for Solomon as he approaches, but as he sees the nine pairs of eyes on him, he wishes he could be anywhere else at the moment. When the awaiting demons realize it is just him, their eager, hopeful looks turn mostly cold and disinterested.

It stings. 

"Diavolo is the first to greet him with a warm smile as the Prince strides over and pats him on the back. "Solomon, I am relieved to see that you have come back to us in one piece~."

"Where's Mc?" Mammon says interrupting his monarch, earring a murderous glare from Barbatos and a thwack to the back of the head from Lucifer.

Exhaling, his thoughts return to you, "Mc…Stayed behind to find Simeon on their own. I offered to help but they felt it was best if they faced him alone. Given the circumstances."

Satan sits up straighter in his chair, "That appears to be the best course of action," he relents. "We all saw Simeon; I fear if he were to run into one of us, he might become violent. But he would never hurt Mc, potion or no potion."

Asmodeus, the only one of the Avatars of Sin Solomon has a pact with, narrows his eyes, and sends the Sorcerer an accusatory glare. "There's something you're not telling us Hon; what is it?"

Signing deeper, he internally curses the demon for seeing through him so quickly. "There is a chance Mc will not be able to break the spell on Simeon with just a kiss. I heard Luke is back at Purgatory Hall working on an antidote as we speak in case they were to fail."

The room goes deathly quiet as everyone recalls Simeon's deranged promises from earlier. If you are at his mercy with no way of breaking the spell, he may have the upperhand and escape the Devildom with you. 

"That is serious," Diavolo frowns, addressing the room, "We must find them and restrain Simeon before he does anything he'll regret. Mc's safety takes priority right now."

"Something's wrong," Lucifer says from his seat. "I'm having trouble detecting Mc's presence."

"Has the Dark Angel made his move already?" Levi shudders. 

"Did you really give Simeon a nickname at a time like this?" Belphie asks, looking rather irritated. "I'm tired of waiting around while Mc is in danger."

Tired

That one little word causes Solomon's eye to widen as the passage of potion side effects flashes through his mind. 

"I know that look," Barbatos says wearily. "What are you thinking about?"

"I think," he says, his mouth bone dry as he speaks. "We need to go find Mc, right now."

Simeon II ~

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy, Mc? Did you really think that I would just throw away the chance to keep you all to myself because of a little kiss?" He asks, his hand rising to gently stroke your cheek, forcing you to stare into his unnerving heart-shaped pupils. The hearts are dilating and constricting so rapidly they look as if they are beating. "I want more…"

"What's going on?" you breathe as Simeon holds your numb body like you're a porcelain doll. "Simeon, why can't I move?"

"Don't worry My Darling. It's not permanent, but this does make our dramatic escape a bit easier for me." He smiles, pressing another kiss onto your forehead as if he is mocking your earlier attempt of breaking the spell. Upon seeing your frightened features, he gently bushes a few strands of hair from your face. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Mc; my heart won't be able to take it."

"What did you do?"

His smile grows wider, "I didn't do anything. The one responsible for the little state of exhaustion you find yourself in, is you."

"Wha~"

"My selfless little love, did you not realize that with each kiss you gave to break the spell, you have been draining your energy?" he asks amusedly. "Or did you believe you were tired from walking all this time?"

"You're right," you say after a moment of contemplation. You have felt the tug of exhaustion but never even considered that breaking the spell would have an effect on you. You really thought you were feeling the effects of stress or not drinking enough water. "But how did you know?"

"Because I see you, Mc," he coos, "The others, time and time again, take advantage of that big, beautiful heart of yours. Let me help you. Let me take you away from all of this so I can worship you the way you deserve to be. Every day will feel like heaven; I will dedicate every waking moment to your rapture; you will be so content, you will never long for anyone else, only me."

He steps closer to the balcony doors as you scream at your tired limbs to move. Your Fingertips twitch slightly, but it's not enough. You need to buy yourself some more time. "Simeon, we can't do this. We can't just leave behind everyone else."

He stops in his tracks, "You don't love me?" he asks, his voice tender with emotion as hurt fills his bewitched eyes. The hearts have stopped beating, but yours aches at the accusation. 

"Of course I love you Simeon," you say quickly, the wide, lovesick grin returning to his face at your words. "But I am happy here, and I know you are too. The other~"

"Will never stop using you," he interrupts, not taking his eyes off of you. "Aren't you tired Mc? Every day, you get thrown into the path of danger. And have to be the one to fix it. I saw what Leviathan did to you. I was this close to stepping in and striking him down, but then you broke the spell, And he was back to his pathetic self."

"That was an accident, he wasn't in control of his own actions." You say, coming to the thirdborn's defense. "But I still care about him."

"The others are not different, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Solomon. Their Love does not even compare to what I feel for you." Tears well in Simeon's eyes as he shakes. These words coming out of his mouth are so unkind; there is no way Simeon would say these things about his friends, his former brothers, and Luke, the one who looks up to him like an older brother.

"What about the Love you have for them? These are your friends, your family. How can you turn on them so easily?" 

"Because you are~" he pauses, furrowing his brow as he tries to remain focused on his words, on his obsession. It seems that the real Simeon is fighting below the surface, trying to break out of the enchantment. "You are everything to me, the only Love I need. And I will do whatever I can to keep you safe."

He starts to walk out the balcony doors. The cold air makes you shiver as your stomach sinks in despair. You can't fail, not now. 

"Simeon, I can't let you do this." 

With your remaining energy you reach up to grab his face, kissing him once more, pouring not just your Love into the action, but everything else you possess. With Simeon fighting the battle on the inside, the two of your souls meet at the impact point.

Your muscles go slack as you and Simeon drop to the floor, exhausted. Your lids are heavy as you watch him blink away the hearts in his eyes. 

With the fog cleared, he stares down at your weakened form with fear. "Mc? What happened? What did I do?"

"You're back. I'm so relieved." you murmur before you lose consciousness. 

~

Simeon holds you gently, real tears streaming down his cheeks as he sobs out quiet apologies for only you to hear. Although the details come back to him slowly, he knows that he is the one to blame for the state you are in. Alive, but completely drained of energy.

He had brought you back inside from the chilly balcony, allowing his wings to disappear. He does not feel very much like an Angel right now.

A stampede of footsteps approaches and he tenses up, waiting for the consequences of his actions to tear him apart. 

~

Being completely drained of energy is a weird sensation. 

You aren't unconscious, but you aren't quite with everyone. Many concerned voices come through your ears, muffled, as if your ears have been stuffed with cotton. 

Mammon, as the fastest of the bunch, was the first to come to your side. You recall him sliding across the marble floor, stealing you away from Simeon's trembling arms, trying desperately to shake you awake. 

"Why aren't they waking up?" he mumbles, his tone worried, yet angry, and you know he is looking at Simeon.

"They used all their energy," another voice, Solomon, says plainly. "It was a side effect from breaking the spell we were under. I didn't put two and two together at the time, but Mc gave us each a bit of their energy with their kiss."

"I see," Barbatos muses "So that was what was bothering you Solomon."

You feel your body taken carefully from Mammon's arms as you are cradled against a broad chest. Diavolo's voice is comforting in your ear as he whispers. "You did well, Mc; once again, the Devildom is in your debt." his warm power courses through you as you begin to recover a part of your strength. 

"But when will they wake up?" Beel asks worriedly. "They need to eat if they want to restore their strength."

"Maybe we should let them sleep," Belphie hums. "That always makes me feel better."

"Yer always sleeping," Mammon sighs. 

"I'm awake." You mutter weakly, opening your eyes. You are completely surrounded by your loved ones, the nine demons and the Sorcerer look weary but relieved to see you awake.

"You did it, Hon." Asmo smiles, smoothing your messed up hair. "You saved us all."

"And I'm sure I've never looked better," you quip, earning a warm chuckle from Diavolo and the others, but you notice something just out of the corner of your eye. "Oh Simeon.."

Simeon watches you from afar, still on the floor. When he notices you looking at him, he quickly averts his gaze, ashamed of his actions under the spell.

Seeing him like this breaks your heart. Sensing your distress, Lucifer breaks away from the group. You watch as he walks over to Simeon and extends a hand to his former brother. "Come on," he says, "Mc should spend the rest of the day with everyone they care about." 

You nod encouragingly to Diavolo to set you down as Simeon takes Lucifer's hand, getting slowly to his feet. His steps are small as he approaches. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly. 

You wrap your arms around him, and he relaxes under your gentle touch. "A little tired, but I'm glad that everything is back to normal."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. But words cannot express how sorry I am for putting you through all that." he begins, this time looking around at everyone. "The potion seemed to feed on my inner insecurities, twisting my desires and taking control of my body, please believe me that the words I was saying were not entirely my own."

"I am sure we all said things we didn't mean," Diavolo shudders, recalling his earlier behavior, "But I promise you that no one here is at liberty to pass judgment.

"Even so, you were an amazing Final Boss Simeon." Levi gushes, the respect he has for his idol not diminished in the slightest.

"Oh, well thank you Leviatan." Simeon replies. "Perhaps this will make for an entertaining plot in my next novel. Perhaps you could assist me with the details."

Levi looks so overjoyed he is about to faint, so you step in, taking Simeon's hand and giving it a squeeze, "I'm just glad we are all together now."

"Does that mean we can get back to the feast?" Beel asks hopefully. "I'm starving."

"What else is new?" Satan sighs, turning his attention to you. "You had us worried, you have to stop doing that."

"Speaking of worried." Barbatos adds with a frown. "Where is Luke?"

"Oh my," Solomon pales. "In the excitement, I forgot to contact him when I arrived at the banquet hall. Should I go find him and tell him that the spell has broken?"

"Poor Chihuahua, he must be freakin out right now." Mammon sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

"Perhaps you should go get him, Mammon," Lucifer says. 

"I'm here," a small voice calls, pushing through the doors. 

Luke pants hunched over, holding a small glass vial close to his chest. "I got the antidote."

"You created an antidote all by yourself?" Simeon asks, coming over to crouch next to his out-of-breath companion. "I am so proud of you, Luke."

"Me too," you hum, coming to the other side of him. 

He preens under your praise but looks around the room, counting each individual with a frown. "Wait… Is everyone back to normal? What did I miss?"

The room falls silent as everyone glances at each other awkwardly, not wanting to discuss the more intimate details of your afternoon with the Little Angel. 

"Mc was able to break the spell," Babatos answers simply. "But your alchemic success will not go unnoticed, I'll see to it that you receive extra credit in your chemistry class."

Luke's cheeks burn crimson at Barbatos' compliment. "R-really?"

"Absolutely, you did well Luke," you say kindly. "But I am sorry for not contacting you, I fell into the pool and my DDD was ruined."

"My bad," Levi mutters, his face turning redder than Lukes. 

Diavolo, being the diplomat he is, claps his hands together. "Since we are all together now, I saw we all return to the banquet hall and enjoy the rest of the party. I believe Mc would enjoy some rest and refreshments."

"No more cookies though," Asmodues chuckles, sending you a playful wink. "I don't think Mc could handle any more excitement today."

"I'll dispose of them personally when we get back to the banquet hall," Lucifer promises you, placing his hand on your lower back, "But I will make sure to reward you for your efforts when you regain your strength."

"Hey, stop flirtin' with 'em, Lucifer," Mammon grumbles, yanking you away from the firstborn. "They've had enough of that today."

Mephisto (Bonus) ~

Although the President of the RAD Newspaper Club heard that today, Lord Diavolo had thrown together a private celebration in your honor and canceled his many appointments, he still decided to stop by the castle.

There is a large, elegantly wrapped present in his hands as he walks eagerly toward the banquet hall. Imagining the look of surprise on your face when you see that he has brought you some of your favorite gifts. 

Presenting you with such a gift would surely make the Noble Demon look better in the eyes of his Prince. 

It certainly isn't because he has feelings for you or anything like that. 

It's just politics… or so he tells himself. 

Checking his reflection in the hallway mirror just outside of the banquet hall. He readjusts his tie and smoothes out his hair, making it look just so.

With no attendants on duty, the doors open for him, magically revealing, much to his disappointment, an empty room. 

'Where is everyone?' he murmurs, scanning the room. The tables are filled with food, and there is a large, unopened pile of gifts by the fireplace, but none of the attendees are around to enjoy them. 

The dark hum of magic fills the room causing the demon to turn to the end table, where a small plate of heart-shaped cookies sits innocently seeingly appeared out of thin air. 

"Strange," he says to himself observing the platter. The warm smell tantalizes his nose, and he is reminded of the sweet vanilla fragrance you wore to the ball the other night. "I wonder…"

He looks around sheepishly, hoping no one observes his little lapse in self-control. He had been taught by his governess from a young age that it is rude to take food from a gathering he wasn't invited to. 

But he can't help it. 

Raising the cookie to his lips, he takes a bite.

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