#one is when its the morning time and asmo calls out to them and they turn to greet him

[gifti3]

Im interested in a Demisexual MC and Asmo dynamic

I think asmos wanting to be loved for his personality instead of just his looks and body

And then mc not being able to be sexually attracted to someone without an emotional connection

It would be a very lovely match imo

[obeythebutler]

Hi! I'm new to your blog so I apologize if I mess anything up.

Could I request MC surprising the brothers with a feast they accidentally cooked up because they were worried that there worried that their wouldn't be enough food for the brothers?

It's 7:30am and his brother still aren't ready for RAD.

Hell, they haven't even stepped down for breakfast. Even Beel, never the one to miss it is missing.

Did all his brothers decide to skip today's classes? Were they orchestrating some other useless prank?

Lucifer stares at his watch, waiting. If they don't come down in the next five minutes he's going to leave them at home and give them detention. Maybe he'll have to pull Mammon out of his bed again, or carry Belphegor down the stairs.

The thought of dragging his brothers like sacks of potatoes down the stairs makes his head ache. It’s always been like this, him caving in so easily to his brothers demands, being so lax on them.

The saving grace is the human exchange student.

MC.

They're on breakfast duty today, and Lucifer can smell the pleasant hint of roasted hellfire mushrooms. Cinnamon too. They've always been a diligent person when it comes to their work.

Unlike his brothers.

Sigh.

"If you all don't hurry up, the food is going to get cold!" Their voice rings from the kitchen, and Lucifer opens his mouth to give one last reprimand to his brothers, to hurry up and come down before he drags them.

There's a blur besides him then, a flurry of moment that messes up his perfectly styled hair.

"Food cooked by the human! I call dibs on it, I'm the great Mammon after all!"

The eldest gawks at his brother, perhaps in disbelief or surprise, and then fixes his hair in resignation. Whatever makes him be on time, his scoldings or MC's voice.

Lucifer rolls his shoulders, steps forward to get into the dining hall instead of the hallway, but then he senses footsteps on the stairs. Five pairs of shoes, each distinguishable from the other.

His brothers are a blur as they surpass him to get to the dining hall.

What the—

At this point, all the man can do is to slap his palm on his forehead.

They won't listen to him, but they'll willingly rush to the dining hall when MC calls, huh? For the sake of hell and everything that is corrupted, they're such simps that its intolerable to watch.

As soon as he steps in though, Lucifer is rendered speechless by the sight in front of him. So are the brothers.

There's just.....so many plates of food. Creamed Bonnacon, Devil Zebra Bacon Sandwich, Hell Pancakes, and that doesn't even cover it. Blood Strawberries, Caramel Shadow Tart, Ghost Watermelon....It's a feast fit for a banquet, and it must have taken so much time to cook all that...

"T-That's......that's just like that anime! Where the main character cooks up a feast for their roommates because they didn't want them to go hungry so they woke up at the crack of—"

"Shut yer mouth Levi." Mammon says, although there is no irritation in his tone as he gapes at the dining table. He can spot some of his favorite foods, given that there are plates and plates of them. He mentioned some of his favorite things to eat to MC long time back, but he didn't think that they would remember.

The fourth-born has a smile on his face now, as he stares at the cat drawn on his pancake with blueberry syrup. It's so cute.

He remembers MC placing some pots and utensils on the table the night before, stating that it would be less time-consuming in mornings given the rush.

His cheeks feel hot.

"Now, darling, that is quite a feast you have cooked up for us!" Asmodeus hangs behind MC's shoulder as he compliments them. There is still flour on their cheeks, and so he wipes it away from them using his thumb, earning squawks of protest from both Levi and Mammon. "Thank you so much! This is soo going on Devilgram!"

"I thought the usual wouldn't be enough," They mumble, nervously shifting their gaze from the brothers to the table. Asmo's weight on their shoulders is a comfortable one, yet the intense scrutiny they are subjected to makes them want to hide away. "Next thing I knew was that I kept adding and adding ingredients until I realised what I did. So you better finish it all."

Belphegor giggles. "That won't be a problem." He can sense his twin's growing hunger at the sight of the feast before him, and food does taste better when cooked by your loved ones. The demon is glad that he chose to be on time today.

Wait, Beel was right besides him, he isn't here....

"Woah—" MC can only stumble out the words as they are caught off guard when pulled into a hug by the sixth born. He's tall, and so warm. "Easy there!"

"Thank you MC!" Beel's voice is full of happiness, and he can't help but hug them for it. He knows his gluttony is a lot to handle, and it causes a lot of trouble for others, but them going out of their way to make extra efforts and ensuring that he and his brothers won't go hungry makes him feel loved.

He'll wait this time, to eat with MC.

"At what time did you wake up to cook all of this?"

You turn your head towards Satan, who is now besides you. Gazing at you ever so softly. "I woke up around three, couldn't sleep since I had drunk a lot of coffee the night before."

"Your sleep schedule will be messed up if you continue," He reprimands you, but his tone is light.

"Thank you for ensuring that we all don't go hungry though." Lucifer smiles as he says that.

Maybe this is what home is.

You and the brothers, cooking too much and enjoying it nevertheless. Casual conversation drifting across the table, with Hell coffee as bitter as ever, packing some for Purgatory Hall residents and leaving together for RAD as the gates to the house close behind you all in remembrance.

[temis-de-leon]

10 signs a cow is happy

Characters: Belphie x gn!MC

Main Masterlist

CW: developing and established relationship. A tiny bit suggestive at one point and there's a mention of rumination (regurgitation) in another one. Otherwise, nothing

A/N: a little different from what I'm used to, but I figured trying something new could help with the writer's block. Hope you enjoy it!

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Inspired by this video and this one <3

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He reacts to his name.

Except it isn’t just his name; at least when the one looking for him is MC.

Most of the time it’s Belphie, although Belphegor comes out occasionally, like those mornings when they’re both running late for class and he won’t wake up. There are also the late nights when MC is too tired to speak and only hums the melody of his name, but the demon still opens an arm and offers the spot beside him.

He frowns when Lucifer yells and continues sleeping when Beel carries him without a care in the world, but, conscious or not, he always smiles when MC is the one calling for him.

He spends time socialising and grooming others.

It’s more noticeable once he’s freed from the attic and he feels the need to spend as much time with them as his brothers had had while he was trapped, although his hate towards humans dissipating might’ve also had something to do with it.

One moment MC finds themselves relaxing in their room and the next, after answering an ominous text message, they are lying down next to him in the planetarium, first admiring the stars and then letting him play with their hair as he unknots it with his fingers.

His touch only grows more intimate as their friendship deepens and eventually evolves into something much less platonic, but the love and care within remain the same.

He likes to play with toys, like balls.

Which is something no one expects; a welcomed surprise.

They’re all sitting in a couple of booths inside a cheap diner in the middle of nowhere, one more time victims of their own misadventures. The smell of meaty grease surrounds them and sticks to their clothes, leaving both Asmo and Beel in tears for completely different reasons, and the mean-looking waitress has enough kindness in her heart to give them an old kid’s toy to entertain themselves.

It goes first to MC, the favourite in the family, and then to Belphie, who never gets to give it to anyone else. He throws it, catches it and bounces it against any surface available until Lucifer gives him a warning look and threatens to confiscate it, to which he pouts.

A couple of minutes later, he throws it in MC’s direction, so they throw it back to him with a smile.

Five minutes later, the ball is neatly kept in Lucifer’s pocket.

He has zoomies.

Another surprise, although not as sweet as the last one.

There’s a primal fear in the depths of their mind, the one that yearns for survival, that begs MC to run and hide the very few times Belphie looks at them with those dilated pupils. They suppose it makes sense, even if they’re not afraid of him anymore.

He doesn’t look dangerous or aggressive, just unsettlingly alert and active for a demon who’s supposed to be always tired; shockingly fast and agile each time the sudden bursts of energy make him run through the house jumping in unfiltered glee, going past MC close enough to almost tackle them to the ground.

Satan suspects it’s a consequence of his long periods of rest and, while MC finds it fascinating, they can’t wait for Belphie to go back to normal.

He’s enthusiastic about treats.

A feature he shares with his brother, no doubt, is their twin telepathy proving its existence yet again; and even though they’re strikingly different, they still share some mannerisms as well, like the way they smile or look up at MC whenever they enter their room.

And that brightness in their face only increases if there are goodies involved.

MC sometimes jokes about Beel being more like a goat, trying to eat anything and everything whether or not is edible. Fortunately, Belphie’s stomach is not that demanding, so a simple sushi platter is enough to leave him happy.

However, MC can’t help but wonder if being the one who brings the treats is part of the reason for his enthusiasm because if so, every market near them will have a sushi shortage very soon.

He chews cud.

Which serves to remind MC of his non-human, half-ruminant nature.

With the middle of March approaching, the twins’ birthday is celebrated as much as possible. The amount of food at the table is tremendous and it even reaches Diavolo’s height; a perfect example of the word variety. There are dishes, appetizers, snacks and desserts for everyone’s taste, fruits and meats and vegetables and whatnot. Fortunately, Beel eats half of it in the blink of an eye before it can get overwhelming.

But for some reason, there’s also a medium-sized bowl full of what looks like grass. It’s hidden amongst other things, probably because of the oddity of its presence, but Belphie finds it quickly enough.

The sight that follows is morbidly captivating and equally disgusting, especially when the chewed food comes back to his mouth for more chewing.

At the end of the day, the important thing is that he’s happy.

…right?

He initiates hugs.

Usually when he wants cuddles and, bratty as he is, his requests often sound more like demands.

He opens his arms, brings MC to his chest and breathes in. There’s a hand wrapped around their waist and another cradling their head, softly scratching their scalp, and their body is already relaxing against his before they can even think about what they’re doing.

Sometimes, when he looks too grumpy to be taken seriously, they like to tease him, laughing at the shocked and offended expression he wears when they playfully ignore his attempted embrace.

They suppose it’s sweet, the idea of always being close as a given fact.

He exposes his tummy for belly rubs.

While lying in that position might be seen as vulnerable for some, it doesn’t seem to be a problem for Belphie; although being a powerful demon probably gave him a good sense of security.

MC would never complain about it, anyway. Seeing him so at peace around them and not only letting, but asking to be pet? A perfect evening if they’ve ever seen one. They let themselves enjoy the feeling of his stomach trembling under the tip of their nails and the small puffs of air that come out when their fingers threaten to travel lower.

It’s a type of intimacy that he wouldn’t mind bragging about in front of his brothers, but he still stays quiet to keep it private and uninterrupted.

He licks his lips when you hit the right scratch spot.

The boredom is hefty enough to kill the whole classroom. Some are painting their skin, others are painting their seatmate’s skin and MC is wondering how soft Belphie’s hair is. He is sitting in front of them during the last period of the day and the temptation is too strong to avoid.

For once, he isn’t carelessly dropped on the table, but rather leaning back and letting his head rest on the back of the chair; he is conscious enough to pay attention to their professor in his sleep but not to his surroundings, so MC takes their shot.

At first they think it’s a coincidence and pay no mind to the subtle movement of his tongue wetting his lips when they scratch his nape, but then it happens again and again and they find themselves unable to stop and forget their little discovery.

Thankfully, when the bell rings and Belphie wakes up to go home with them, MC has the perfect excuse.

He drools! Such things happen!

He purrs.

It takes MC some time to figure out what is the deep rumbling that follows them for months, mainly because it sounds like a creaking door and, while the House of Lamentation is old, the structure and the furniture are kept mostly intact.

Just like white noise, once they turn it down, it’s impossible not to miss it and the realisation is enough to turn the sadness of returning to the human realm into a full crying meltdown.

It was there the whole time: when they woke up Belphie and they were the first person he saw; or when they laid together and played and simply enjoyed each other’s presence and existence.

It’s there again when MC can’t deal with the loneliness anymore and calls him.

The rumbling, a purr, peeking under his low voice.

If that isn’t enough reason to keep loving him, then what is?

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[antiromanticbaby]

Imperfection - Lucifer

Husband!Lucifer x GN!reader

[✧] ー head empty, just lucifer putting his mask away, and mc comforting him in his vulnerable moments. let's imagine everyone have their own bathroom and its not one for all and one for asmo, mk? not canon (or at least I don't think it's canon) but luci has multiple scars on his body. SFW

"Tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me love you anyway." - Edgar Allen Poe for Lucifer

Today had been stressful. But then again, everyday is stressful for Lucifer.

Wake up early in the morning, keep your brothers in line the whole day, and do Diavolo's paperwork until late at night. All of these tasks turned into more and it filled everyday with endless work with little to no breaks. As soon as he did take a moment to rest and unwind. Yet he did find the time tonight. It was already quite late, but here he sat, muscles tense as he sipped on his Demonus and listened to his gramophone. He had called you over too, hoping you could make time for him. Perhaps with you in his arms he would feel better. And fortunately, you did come. But with a pleasant surprise.

"Lu?" You knocked, entering his room after he gave you permission. Even though you had no problem entering his office without knocking (and he didn't mind it either) you still knocked. (which he secretly appreciated.) You came over to him, hugging his seated form from behind as your arms wrapped around his neck. Even his brothers felt how frustrated he had been lately but they would never spoke up, because they knew the avatar of pride would never admit it.

But with you? With you he was different. You made him feel safe, you made him believe he can be vulnerable while holding onto his pride.

You ran a hand on his chest, nuzzling your face in his hair. You also knew of his day to day frustration, of how tensed and stressed he currently was. "I ran a bathe for you." You spoke, planting a kiss on his head. He was always quick to pamper and spoil you, why not you do it for him tonight? Lucifer slowly leaned back and relaxed into your embrace, the two of you sharing this tender moment together. Lucifer turned his head up and gave you a small smile, showing his appreciation. He reached up and placed his hand over yours, squeezing gently. Lucifer then leaned his head back, closing his eyes. It was a rare moment when he gave in to his emotions, letting his body relax for the briefest moment.

"If you want, I can join you too." You spoke, running a hand through his hair. "May I?"

"Of course, you don't need to ask." He hummed, planting a kiss on the palm of your hand that was on his chest. He stood up, never letting go of your warm hand in his gloved ones as he guided you to the bathroom. He was surprised as he noticed you had decorated it for him, with candles, red rose petals, even aloes wood fragrance. That explained your absence throughout the day. You helped him strip, even though he was slightly reluctant. He helped you strip, planting soft kisses along your body. He made sure not to stare too much, even though he could worship you for hours or even days on end. As you sat together in the tube, he wrapped his hands around you, pulling you to his chest.

Scars adorned his body, back and chest, everywhere. Scars that showed him his weaknesses, that reminded him of his losses, yet he'd rather keep them as a bitter reminder of every mistake he had made. A painful reminder he endured, so hopefully he would learn from the past. But that didn't make him any less insecure of them. No one, no one was allowed to see this weaknesses except for you, and he still had yet to gauge out your opinion about them.

You leaned to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso as you embraced him warmly. The ring on your finger glittering in the dim light of the candles, matching with the one on his. He felt safe in your arms, the sensation of warmth from the candles and the fragrance of the aloes-wood filling around you. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as the scars on his chest are exposed to you. Lucifer stared down at you in the dim lighting. Your bodies pressed against one another, a comforting pressure. He closed his eyes and relaxed into your embrace, allowing himself to be vulnerable. His shoulders slumped and he leaned his head back against the edge of the bathtub.

You suddenly traced a hand on one of the scars on his chest, making him quickly grab your wrist. Despite the acceptance he felt in your touch, he didn't feel ready to be exposed like that. "Calm down Lu." You spoke, looking into his eyes with the softest gaze he had ever seen. You brought his hand to your lips, planting a kiss on the back of his hand. Lucifer relaxed his hold on your wrist and took a deep breath, feeling his heart start to beat normally again. He stared into your soft eyes, feeling the warmth of your gaze wash over him. You continued, caressing his chest as you began trailing kisses on his scars. “Just be yourself. Show me the worst in you and let me worship those. I love you, the full you, and I mean it.”

Lucifer shuddered as your lips touch his scars. Every kiss felt like a wave of relief and acceptance. He couldn't help but tense up as he felt the soft kisses touch him. Your kisses slowly made him feel more exposed and vulnerable, exposing him completely to your gaze and your judgement. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, his muscles slowly relaxing and letting you touch him without resistance.

"How am I lucky enough to call you mine?" He whispered sweetly. He slowly opened his eyes as he looked at you. The light of the candles danced in your eyes and he stared into them. He then leaned forward and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and landing a kiss on the top of your knuckles. Lucifer then pulled back and looked at your hand for a moment. His eyes were drawn to the ring that sat on your finger. His thumb caressed the underside of your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin. It was as if you could see right through his soul and still love him completely.

"You may hide from everyone, Lu." You spoke, your free hand cupping his cheek as you caressed it. "But you can't hide from me. And do you want to know something, Lu? Your imperfections, the ones you so desperately hide, makes you absolutely perfect in my eyes."

He put his other hand on yours, seeking your warmth. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, leaning forward to pull you into a deep passionate kiss. His hands wrap around your back as he kissed you. His lips were gentle, tender, his heart pounding. But deep down, he felt content and at peace. It didn't matter whether you accepted his scars or not, all that mattered was that you were there with him. His lips slowly pulled back and he leaned his head against yours, his breath heavy.

"I love you." He breathed out. Displays of affection such as this one, weren't really rare when you two were alone together. You smiled, giving his lips another peck. "I love you too, more than you can imagine."

Lucifer chuckled softly and kissed you again. Your lips met with a loving touch, your bodies pressed close and your souls entwined. You shared a moment of intimacy in each other's arms, the peace of the bathwater enveloping you both. Lucifer closed his eyes and pulled you closer. This was your safe haven, a sanctuary of comfort where the both of you didn't need to hide anything. He had put his trust in you, as much as you had given him of yourself.

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[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Gn Child reader who is a big fan of Despicable me. So they try to train Little D.'s to be their Minions. They even give them goggles and overalls to wear. little reader with a army of lesser demons dressed as minions.

Heyyy I love your request! It's actually quite adorable and amusing to me and I hope you find it just as good as I did. Enjoy!

Summary: MC turned into a child due to a spell that went off and once upon visiting the demon lord's castle they wanted to make the Little D.'s their minions, considering the love they had for Despicable me.

By the wayyy I'm feeling a lot better so I will begin writing regularly once again!!!

Author's note: For those who don't know the Little D.'S are the brother's counterparts and they have the same sins as the brothers.

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

MC's inner dominance

MC was a child. How did things end up this way? Well it's a long story.. the Anti-Lucifer league was preparing to prank Lucifer once again. Satan had discovered a new curse that could turn any creature whether it would be an angel, demon or a human into a child and upon trying to make it work the curse accidentally hit MC and now they were a noisy child which always caused trouble for the seven Avatars of Sin.

They would always run around the house and pump into something which would often end up broken on the floor with little MC crying next to it. That always ended up inside Lucifer's study with him questioning his life choices. The rest of the brothers could swear that another line appeared on the eldest's forehead. Some of the brothers were really happy about the fact that MC was a child. They would always play with them and hang around them all the time. Asmo would do their nails and would choose their clothes while Mammon would play hide and seek with them (And sometimes they invited Belphie too) while Beel would help the kid explore new foods. After a few days everybody had begun to wonder when the curse would go away.

One morning Satan was on his way to MC's room just to find out that they weren't there...

MC had snuck out of The House of Lamentation and had run to the Demon Lord's castle. There they were warmly greeted by Diavolo and Barbatos who were aware of the situation. MC looked around with a curious gaze. Pointing at one of the little D's who was helping with the cleaning.

MC: That's a minion!

Barbatos: Well technically you could call them that but they are actually Little D's. They help around in the castle-

MC: Minions!!!

The little child ran up to the little demon and squeezed it into its tiny arms.

Little D. №2: Hey, hey, hey! Thanks for the hug but you don't need to squeeze so tight!

Diavolo laughed at the sight and walked towards MC, crouching down next to them.

Diavolo: There are six more of them if you want to meet them, MC.

MC: Yessssss!!! More minions!

Barbatos sighed and shook his head.

Barbatos: MC is quite demanding today don't you think, my Lord?

Diavolo: That's childhood to you, Barbatos! I remember I felt quite similar when I was a child myself. I'd always go around, demanding the servants' attention.

As the prince spoke MC gripped his hand and pulled it which made the demon chuckle.

Diavolo: Alright, alright, MC! We are going!

Diavolo led little MC and Little D. №2 (Since MC hadn't let go of the little demon's hand) to the room where the rest of them were. Upon walking in MC's eyes widened as well as their smile. Their face brightened and they ran into the room.

MC: Minions!!!!

Diavolo: Do you want me to leave you alone with them so you could play together?

The demon asked while secretly hoping that MC would say yes because he had a few matters to attend to. He also had to give Lucifer MC's whereabouts.

MC: Yessss!!

Diavolo smiled widely to the child's words. He patted their head and left the room while MC observed each of the little demons carefully. The little demons just blinked in confusion. Some of them gulped in fear, hoping nothing bad would happen to them. MC shot them a mischievous smile before leaving the room. The Little D.'s barely had time to take a calm breath before the human child returned with seven pairs of goggles and blue overalls. As well as some yellow paint. The demons tilted their heads in confusion as the kid shoved a pair of goggles and overalls to each demon.

MC: Put them on, minions!!!!

The demons blinked in confusion once again.

Little D. №5: Ermmm what are these for? They don't look really nice...

Little D. №7: Nor do they look comfy..

MC: Pweeeaaseeee~ <33

The demons ended up putting the goggles and the overalls on. MC giggled happily and ran over to them with a paintbrush and the yellow paint in hands.

MC: Time for color!!!

Little D. №1: There is no chance I'm letting you paint me yellow... That would make me look horrible! Dragging the name of the Little D. of Pride through the mud like that is inexcusable!

Little D. №5: Yeah... Plus yellow doesn't really suit me..

Little D. №6: MC is that what you're holding mustard? Can I have it?

MC: It's not edible! Plus guys I HAVE to paint you! To suit the role!!!

Little D. №4: Absolutely not.

Little D. №2: I mean.... I might let you cuz like.. yellow is my color and all.

Little D. №3: Yellow reminds me of that Pokemon Pikachu! So I'll accept to cosplay a little...

MC: Yayyyy!!!!!

The child ended up painting all of the little demons yellow even if most of them couldn't stand the idea of being yellow along with the goggles and overalls. But here they were.. 7 Little D.s looking like 7 minions along with a happy and giggling child. MC led the demons out of the room to the main hall of the castle where Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer were chatting near the staircase. Upon seeing MC and the little D.s the demon's eyes widen.

Lucifer: MC what have you done..? Why do the...

Before the eldest could finish his words the child lined its minions in a line and stood proudly before them.

MC: Minions!!!!!!

All of the little demons looked over at the child with tired eyes. The "Fantastic three" just stood there with wide eyes, watching the scene unfold before them. For some reason though Diavolo seemed interested in whatever was happening.

MC: Tonight.... We... We STEAL THE MOONNNN!!!!!!!

Lucifer sighed at their words and dragged his hand over his face. Barbatos just shook his head, watching Diavolo who was already laughing.

Lucifer: Diavolo, I'm sorry for the inconvenience MC has caused... To you too, Barbatos...

Diavolo while laughing: No, Lucifer.. it's fine.. we'll wash the little D.'s afterwards.. I'm glad MC is having fun.. perhaps they've always wanted to do this when they were a child.

[freyyzu]

MEMORIES OF YOU

in a timeline where your presence is lacking, they do everything to keep you beside them.

a/n; i really want to know what the brothers in our current timeline are doing. how are they holding up? sorry for another long post, i felt insane (m;_ _)m. a few of them got a bit out of hand compared to others.

Lucifer plays your voicemails on repeat.

there are times when the workload gets a little bit too much now. lucifer hadn't ever noticed how much he had relied on your presence to soothe him after a stressful day; the shoulder massages and brief kisses, the comforting words, the mere company of you beside him had begun to feel like second nature.

unfortunately, you're no longer here to provide that for him, and neither is he there with you to offer a guiding hand in whatever it is you might be going through right now. the thought that you could be in danger sends a dull ache to his head, and the thought that it could be him being the one harming you is enough for him to put down his pen. no more work will be getting done today.

in moments like these—and he hates to admit they've been frequent—lucifer reaches for his d.d.d. the device feels heavy in his hand, and he has to stop himself from trying to once again call you. instead, he goes for the next closest thing.

"lucifer!" your voice is bright and cheery, it rings out clearly enough that he almost believes you've teleported right next to him. the tension of his shoulders ease as you continue, "i'm really sorry for leaving early today, but i did make breakfast before i left!"

lucifer leans his back against his chair, chuckling at the flustered sound of your delivery. it sounds as if you were running while recording this.

"there should be enough for everyone plus seconds and uh..." he can hear the quiet mumbling of your counting. "tenths for beel! again, i'm really sorry for leaving without all of us getting to eat together. i accidentally left an unfinished project back in the classroom and—oh! there's RAD! i'll see you in a bit, lucifer. tell everyone i said good morning!"

the voice message ends with a click, and he feels like the weight of the entire world is once again stacked upon his shoulders. as it always does.

with anchored fingers, he goes to tap the next voicemail when a knock on his door stops that.

"i'm comin' in," the voice from the other side warns before opening the door. mammon steps inside with a single cup balanced on his hand and places it on lucifer's desk, sparing a glance at the papers strewn across its surface. "still working?"

"it's never really done," lucifer responds, taking a sip from the cup. his eyebrow raises at the flavor. "is this barbatos' tea?"

"not really." mammon reaches out to sort the files into a neater pile. "i asked him to teach me in exchange for helpin' with castle cleanup."

it's the second time today lucifer's shoulders relax. "thank you, mammon."

Mammon fills his room with trinkets.

it's hard to keep mammon from spending all his grimm without you there to stop him anymore. for a while, the habit had dampened with your absence, and his brothers had wondered if he would drop it all together until you were back. that thought lasted all but two weeks.

when he had started back up again it was his usual treks—gambling at the casino, buying luxury items he had no real need for, spending it on bets he was sure to lose—and then they shifted.

there's a pile of boxes and paper bags settled carefully inside the seats of his car—the safest area of his room. they range from big to small, all designed and painted with different colors and patterns. a few of the logos and brands repeat, and asmo is the first to take notice that they're all from the stores that you like to visit.

it's somewhere near high noon when mammon leaves the house of lamentation and late evening when he comes back home.

he lets out a silent thanks that his brothers aren't around right now. or maybe they've gotten used to his schedule for the past couple of days and have decided to give him the privacy he needs. whatever the case may be, he's grateful there's no one at the entrance to chide him again.

kicking the door closed with his foot, mammon does his best to not let the multiple shopping bags hanging on for dear life in his hands slip.

it's almost like clockwork, the way his feet leads him to your room first, as they always do. he spares only a moment to take a look around. many of the things he's bought have been tucked securely in his room, but there are times, like today, where he just wants to show them off.

"Didja know Beel keeps comin' in here to eat his snacks lately? I bought a candle to clear out the air." true to his word he pulls out a candle in an intricately designed glass jar, scented in your favorite fragrance.

though it doesn't stop there, and soon your entire table is filled to the brim with different items.

mammon takes a look at everything he's bought once before pulling out a lighter and flicks it on. a mild, familiar scent fills the air, and he hates to admit it's the most calm he's felt in weeks.

Leviathan can't stop updating you.

if there's one thing that hasn't changed, it's the frequency of your texts with levi—or more accurately, levi's texts with your d.d.d. even if it's for the most mundane thing, he doesn't hesitate to whip out the mobile device and let his fingers fly across the keypad.

no one tells him to put his phone down anymore during their meals together, and even the pit pat of the letters being pressed feels more like comforting ambient noise now. the new normal in lull of conversation topics.

sometimes, there's nothing for him to talk about. times where he doesn't leave his room, where he isn't playing a game, or watching a new anime, or reading the latest manga volume release despite the media being right at his fingertips. the house of lamentation feels like it becomes empty during those days, but he doesn't want to tell you that.

levi finds that his bathtub becomes more comforting as every day passes by. the small, slightly confined space that hugs at him from both sides feels reassuringly warm with the blankets and pillows he's stuffed in there.

still, even as he shifts into a more relaxing position, nothing beats the joy he feels tapping away at his d.d.d.

he hasn't left his room for the past five days for anything other than the usual family meals, and even the games that usually pull him in no longer grab his attention. the only thing that does is the device settled within his hands, the dim glow it admits being the only thing he can focus on.

[ have you eaten yet? if not you better get to it, beel's been clearing out the fridge so fast lately i don't even bother going to the kitchen anymore. it's straight to the store for me LOL. ]

[ there's a new anime that's releasing soon. it's based off a manga about two twins that fall from the sky and end up saving the nation that raises them. i hear it's a real tear-jerker! i'll wait until you get back though so we can watch it together. ]

eventually, even levi runs out of things to talk about, and so he reluctantly marks the end of the the conversation with a goodbye.

[ talk to you soon, i'm going to pass out. sleep well when you do! ]

he does his best to ignore the fact that the messages aren't sending.

Satan sees your name in every word.

in the beginning, satan goes through every tome within every library the devildom has to offer. there must be a way to get you back from where you've disappeared to. and while he trusts solomon to keep you safe, he wants nothing more than to be there to guarantee that safety, or better yet—not have you disappear at all.

still, after turning every archive upside-down and over, satan resigns that there's nothing more he can do but to trust the sorcerer. but he can't; the thoughts of his years right after the celestial war ended haunt him and he fears that if anyone was to jeopardize your safety the most, it would be him.

and so he throws himself into his pastime. yet even then, his eyes can only skim the pages, the words nary processing in his mind. how could they, when every term, every phrase reminds him of you?

satan's hope of losing himself within the world of a story doesn't go as planned. it hasn't been going as planned for the past couple weeks.

the spine of a book cracks open, and the coffee-stained colored pages are flipped. his finger slides over the finely inked words, and then pause just minutes in when he realizes he hasn't retained a single thing he read.

rinse and repeat, the same old pattern.

frustrated, he snaps the cover closed, the force of his action loud enough to be heard by anyone who would pass by his door.

the protagonist of the book he had picked up was described as kind and forgiving. they would brighten up every room they entered and had as much fear in their body as they had caution—which was little to none. they face many trials to bring happiness to those they love all without a care for their own well-being. satan sighs, curling in on himself from his seated position.

a strained laugh nearly leaves his throat, but he holds back. of course he would gravitate towards this book with a description like that.

with a heavy heart it tucks it back ontop of the pile of other unfinished tomes—the height of it becoming increasingly worrying—and hopes that the ending is a happy one.

Asmodeus can't stop talking about you.

without your presence, asmo delves himself deep into his social circles. it takes his mind off of how concerned he is about your well-being; he doesn't need to keep himself awake thinking on how much he misses you or how you might be missing him and the rest of his brothers.

well, at least he thinks he's taking his mind off of things. it's hard for anyone to put a word in once asmo starts opening his mouth, especially when the only thing that leaves from his parted lips every other sentence is your name.

if it wasn't evident in his conversations then it's evident in the way his shampoo has been swapped out for a fragrance you had always been more privy to, or the way his style has slightly shifted towards what style you like to wear. he picks up your habits like it's his own even if he doesn't notice it.

"oh, you'll never believe what they did next!" asmo laughs, his sing-song voice ringing above even the loud blasting of music from the party speakers.

one of the demons closest to him leans in closer, a sparkle in her eyes as she continues listening to his story. a story that he's been telling for the past two hours since they sat down. "what happens next?" she pries, genuinely curious.

the stories continue on for the rest of the night, until the music dies down and the crowd thins out. the female demon is still by asmo's side, a yawn leaves her lips and he mimics the notion.

asmo blinks, eyes trailing to the watch she wears loosely around her wrist. "oh! i didn't realize it was so late, sorry to keep you here for so long."

"not at all!" she smiles, waving her hand. "thank you for telling me such interesting stories! it's the most fun i've had this week. it's obvious you must care for this person a lot."

it's only when she says that does asmo realize you were the only topic of his conversation this entire night. a smile creeps to his lips before he can help it. it's the first time in a long while that he's thought of you without fearing about how you might be doing.

because it's you. and you're always getting out of every situation the world throws you in.

Beelzebub gravitates towards the food you eat.

alongside belphie, beel—like everyone else—makes regular visits to your room. it becomes his primary hangout spot now outside of his own shared bedroom and so the snack stash that you usually keep in a drawer under your desk has recently expanded.

it practically bursts at some points from how much he tries to stuff in there on some days, but it's always empty again by the end of the week. sometimes he finds items that he didn't buy settled on the top of the rest snacks, though they always seem to be foods that you enjoyed nibbling on.

he misses the food that you used to cook for everyone at the house of lamentation, and no matter how good simeon's cooking might be, it just isn't the same. still, he does his best to replicate it sometimes. maybe by the time you get back he can surprise you with a home-cooked meal... if he doesn't eat it first.

it's usually mammon or asmo that walks through the doors with half a dozen bags grasped in white knuckled grips, not beel, but here he is. in contrast to his older brothers, though, beels bags aren't filled with clothing or make-up, but food.

"are you sure you don't need help with that?" belphie asks, a little more than concerned at how even with how wide the doors are to the house of lamentation he was barely able to fit through the opening.

"it's fine," beel shakes his head. "this is nothing."

they make their trek to the kitchen with little difficulty. as beel said, those bags really did feel like they weighed nothing. "what do you think we should try making?"

"hmm," beel looks over their ingredients. they hadn't really thought that far ahead. whatever was on sale, they bought. "how about shadow pork ragu pasta?"

thankfully, with belphie's ability to keep himself conscious, he helps beel from continuously 'taste testing' their creation. it goes well until they're half-way through and the door opens, a head of blonde hair popping inside.

"i thought i smelled something here, what are you two doing? it's not your turn tonight for dinner duty." one look at the dish they're making though and satan gives a nod of understanding. it's the dish you had made for belphegor some time ago. "need some help?"

satan's help is very much needed as belphie was on his last winks and that meant there would be no one to keep beel in check either. by the time the pasta was finished there's five-too-many more servings than intended on the counter and four more demons surrounding it.

seems like they won't be having dinner in the dining hall today.

Belphegor takes your room as his own.

there's no other room in the house of lamentation that's as comforting as yours—that's simply a unanimous fact. and with the absence of your presence now, it's also the only place belphie can go to feel the closest to you.

he spends more time in your room now than he does in his shared room with beel and the attic combined. there are days where mammon sneaks inside during the night only to already find the twins loitering around, laying on your bed or sitting at the table having a snack (or at least, beel's definition of a snack).

while belphie admits he likes the time he spends in your room alone, he feels more at peace when his brothers decide to join as well, uninvited or not. it makes the days feel like they've gone back to normalcy, when you're still here and they can just relax in each other's company.

"mammon stop clinging to me, dammit! you're the one who wanted to watch a horror movie!" levi pulls away from his older brother as much as possible, holding a container of popcorn above his head to prevent it from spilling all over the floor and dirtying your carpet.

satan's groans are louder than any of their yelling, "quiet down! i can't focus on what the characters are saying! and beel your chewing too loud!"

"sorry," comes the prompt reply followed by even more chewing.

asmo leans his back on the bed frame, head tilting to the side in order to get a better view of belphie's face under the dim light of the monitor. "having fun?"

"what do you think?" he groans, pushing his head further into your pillow.

and while belphie can't see the expression asmo makes, he has a good prediction that he's grinning. "i think you're having fun. after all, you haven't kicked any of us out yet."

"it's not my room," he replies.

"but you know everyone would gladly leave if it meant you felt more comfortable."

the youngest brother turns his back. "you guys are too loud, i'm going to sleep."

"yes, yes, sleep well, belphie," asmo quips. "have nice dreams."

and he does.

even over the loud noises of his brothers yelling and the muffled sounds coming from the speakers of the tv, belphie finds that he hasn't fallen into a sleep this deep since you disappeared. and while morning comes eventually, he treasures the dream with you in it for as long as he can.

[devildomditzy]

Devildom Ditzy's Birthday Bash

Here it is, in all its long-as-hell glory.

It's hard to celebrate turning 24, just like it's hard to celebrate growing up in general. This is for everyone that could use this today. Whether you enjoy your birthday, or hate it, hopefully this is one story you can enjoy for yourself.

No trigger warnings, besides language, a very small mention of blood from vigorous teeth brushing, and heavy mentions of birthdays (lol)

Happy birthday to you, whenever it is <3

You wake up to the sound of your screaming alarm, exhausted but obligated to start your day. As you stretch out and trudge to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you remember exactly what day it was. Wow. You forgot it was your own birthday? That's a new one. You shrug to yourself and continue your morning routine.

Birthdays used to be something exciting and important as a kid. Once you started to get older and the years passed by, its significance became less and less prominent to you, instead being replaced with the dread of getting older. Another step towards the inevitable. Hell, with the type of stuff you're subjected to down here in the Devildom, you assume you always have one foot in the grave anyway. Maybe... you should talk to Thirteen about that...

Well, there's one thing you can take solace in today, its the fact that you forgot what day it was. If you were that forgetful about the day you were born, there's no way any of the guys would have remembered. Except for maybe Luke. If he wrote down it in his calendar the first day he met you. And if he was there to remind them, maybe Simeon and Solomon would remember. Solomon was iffy, as he's so old himself you doubt he's keeping track of time in general. Hopefully the biggest fuss they'd make about you would be calling you over to Purgatory Hall for a slice of whatever birthday cake Luke conjured up. And if he asked for help baking it, maybe Barbatos would know too... and he'd tell Diavolo. And Diavolo would make it a national Devildom holiday or something.. You wouldn't put it past him.

And Diavolo would tell...

No. There's no way the brothers know when your birthday is. You don't remember telling any of them specifically. And none of them had mentioned anything about it approaching. None of them had been acting shifty either, and that's saying something. You know at least Levi and Asmo are terrible at keeping secrets. Mammon too if you pay him to spill gossip on any given being in the realm, family or not.

You shake yourself from your daze, spitting into the sink and seeing a mix of fluoride and blood. Whoops. Your thoughts had you brushing your teeth way too long. Splashing water on your face, you attempt to bring yourself back to reality to finish getting ready to go downstairs.

You slip on your RAD uniform and straighten out the jacket. Damn, birthdays are good for one thing. Maybe if you had told Lucifer, he would have let you skip today, or at the very least sleep in. Yawning, you look in the mirror, adjusting your hair so you look at least presentable. You mindlessly open the door to the hallway, meandering as you make your way down to the dining hall. You're in absolutely no rush to go to school. But as you approach the room, something shocking pulls you out of your stupor;

It was quiet.

Like, dead quiet.

You speed up your pace, now worried about what you'd find.

And you're surprised to find Lucifer sitting by himself, sipping on some kind of concoction, eyes meeting yours as soon as you walked in.

"Ah, good morning, MC."

"Morning, Lucifer. Where is everybody?"

He closes his eyes as he begins to sip his drink once more. "Have you forgotten its Saturday?"

You mentally face palm. Right, Saturday. No school. And here you are with your R.A.D. uniform on, looking dumb as hell.

"But it's a good thing you're dressed and ready to go. Lord Diavolo has requested your assistance."

"Oh, with what?", you question. This was out of left field.

"Extra student council work. It particularlly relates to the exchange program, so it will be you going. I will accompany you, of course."

"Oh, okay... I guess. Some kind of warning would have been nice", you mutter to yourself.

"Is there a problem, MC?", he questions in that intimidating tone that kind of still scares you to this day.

"N-no, not at all. I guess I'm ready to go."

"Excellent, then let us be off."

"No! C'mon, I told ya to the left!"

"Mammon, that's your right."

"You know what I meant!"

Hands on his hips, Mammon stands a few feet back, scrutinizing his brothers at their best attempts at following his not-so-clear instructions.

"Well if you don't like how we're doing it, why don't you do it yourself?", Levi snaps from his place on the left side of the Happy Birthday banner he holds in his hands.

"Yeah, Mammon! I don't wanna break a nail right before the party!", Asmo whines on his own ladder, holding the right side of the banner.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't remember raising a bunch of whiners!", Mammon slides his sunglasses he refuses to take off even inside down the bridge of his nose to leer at the two youngers.

"You didn't raise us at all!", Levi exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Well I'm older than ya, that should count for somethin'", Mammon says matter of factly.

As Levi throws his hands up in disbelief at his incredulous older brother, the motion causes the other side of the banner to slip through Asmo's hands, half of the letters spelling "Birthday" scattering to the ground.

"Oh, great. That's great. Great job, you two", Mammon crosses his arms, clearly annoyed.

"You know, you're lucky this is for MC!", Levi sighs, growing increasingly tired at Mammon's attitude.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?", Mammon challenges back, not helping the situation at all.

"Becaaaause, if it wasn't, neither of us would be helping you. You should be thanking us!". Asmo remains cheery as he hops back down the latter, carefully bending down to pick up the unstrung letters to add them back to the banner. "You know we're only doing it for them!".

"Of course we're only doing it for them, you think we would go through all this trouble for you?", Satan groans, rolling his eyes as he walks by the three to set down the decorations in his hands, stopping to take stock of what was left to hang up.

"Wha- Now why'd you gotta go and say that for!", Mammon pouts back at the fourth born.

"Can you stop trying to boss people around and actual help for once?", Satan questions, roughly shoving a roll of streamers into Mammon's hands. "Here, make yourself useful."

"Tch!", Mammon grunts under his breath, but takes the streamers all the same, walking towards the supplies and grabbing a roll of tape off the table.

While the halls of the House of Lamentation could already be considered ornate, the boys were doing their best to kick it up a notch. It was a surprise party for you of all people, of course they were going to do everything they can to make it as extra as possible.

"So, is this still a surprise? Or have you already accidentally blabbed off to them", Satan asks, not sparing a glance to Mammon as he began to unroll his own set of streamers.

"Wow, ya really have that little faith in your big brother, eh?"

"Well, you follow them around like a lost dog 24/7. Chances are you already slipped up and told them something".

"W-well.. uh...", Mammon wracks his brain trying to remember exactly what he said to you that could have kind of maybe accidentally a little teeny bit ruined their plans for your party.

"So you did, didn't you!", Levi raises his voice, now taping his side of the banner to the wall.

Asmo takes a sharp gasp as he adheres his side as well. "J'accuse!"

"I-I didn't! I swear! At least I think", Mammon defends himself, muttering the last part under his breath.

Before the other three can begin to press him, the heavy front doors of the HOL swing open, two figures walking in side by side.

"We're back", Belphie calls out, walking into the house, cake in hand.

"Oh, good. How's it look?", Satan wonders, setting down the supplies in his hand to walk towards the youngest, leaning over the box in his hand.

"It held up great on the trip back", he responds.

"Sorry it took so long", Beel says to no one in particular, nodding his head affirmatively.

"I think Beel ate every other dessert they had for sale", Belphie chuckles, looking to his twin who smiles in response.

"Well, thank you for leaving this one in tact", Satan says, relieved that somehow sending gluttony to pick up your birthday cake did not end poorly.

"Of course. I'll always share my desserts with MC", Beel states, face super serious as if to show how important this was to him.

"We'll go put this in the fridge. Need help with anything else?", questions Belphie.

Satan shakes his head in response, a small smile making its way to his face. "No, no. We've only got decorations left over here and I think the four of us have it handled. Have you heard from MC yet?"

Belphie hands the cake off to Beel, taking his D.D.D. out of his pocket to check his notifications, pushing his hair out of his face to look at the screen. "Not in a bit. The last I heard they complained that Lucifer was making them go help Diavolo with official R.A.D. junk. That was about two hours ago".

"Wow, they must really got 'em runnin around. They haven't even texted me back yet", Mammon looks at his phone is disbelief.

"They haven't texted any of us back, Mammon", Levi reminds the former.

"Yeah, but I'm their first! They text me a whole of a hell lot more than you lot!"

"That's because you text them incisively", Satan remarks, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly becoming annoyed.

"But-"

"Can you shut up and keep helping me hang these?", Satan turns towards Mammon, clearly trying his best not to lash out.

"Gah! Fine.", Mammon grumbles as he makes his way towards the back wall of the room. "Hey, fish brain, primadonna, come help me out, would ya?"

Levi's anger begins to boil to the surface once more as he snatches the streamers out of Mammon's hands. "Again. You are so, so lucky this is for them", he spits vitriol as begins to unroll the bundle.

"Exactly, this is for them, so let's try to get along while we finish this, kay?", Asmo chimes in, walking over to help Levi begin to find a place to hang the crêpe paper.

"Right, then we'll be right back", Beel says as he and Belphie make their way towards the kitchen.

"Luke is also bringing a cake, so can you leave room in the fridge for his?", Satan calls out to them as they go.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make room", Beel confirms, speeding up to begin eating enough stuff out of the fridge so that both cakes could be chilled.

"I didn't mean eat...the entire....ugh", Satan grunts, realizing there's no point in redirecting Beel when it comes to food. He looks to the watch on his wrist to gauge the time before turning back to help the others. He takes out his own D.D.D. and shoots a quick text in a secret group chat you had just so coincidentally been left out of.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Satan: We're almost done over here, what's your ETA Lucifer?

Lucifer: We'll finish up soon. MC is still under the impression that this work is critical for the student council. I believe they are almost done.

Satan: Seems everything is going smoothly then?

Lucifer: I'd like to say that but...

Before Lucifer can finish his message, a picture of a very, very happy Lord Diavolo holding something very colorful in his hands pops up on the screen.

Diavolo: Satan! Look at what Barbatos and I procured at the store for MC! It's one of those colorful horses humans whack with sticks to celebrate! I believe it's called a pen-yada!

Barbatos: Pinata, my lord.

Diavolo: Yes! Yes a pinata! Now more importantly, would any of you happen to have a very big stick?

Lucifer: For... what? Exactly?

Diavolo: Well MC is going to need something to open this up this paper pony thing with!

Barbatos: Donkey, my lord.

Satan: Lord Diavolo, not to be presumptuous but... what did you fill that thing with?

Diavolo: Oh ho ho! Wouldn't you like to know! But that's for me to know and MC to find out, right Lucifer?

Lucifer:...

Satan quickly backs out of the text thread to open one that is rarely touched; and messages his oldest brother.

1 & 4 (2)

Satan: What exactly is in that thing?

Lucifer: I am honestly not entirely sure.

Satan: Great. Could it kill a human?

Lucifer: I doubt Barbatos would have let him put anything lethal inside.

Satan: But do you know if Barbatos knows if its lethal to humans?

Lucifer:...

Lucifer: I will... be right back.

Satan's attention is ripped away from his phone screen when he hears his least favorite noise; the sounds of his brother's bitching yet again.

"It's crooked."

"How is it crooked?"

"What, do ya not have eyes?"

"Well it's hung isn't it? I didn't exactly see you running to do it yourself."

"I'm more of a watch and lead kinda guy."

"IF you'd two would be so kind", Satan starts, aiming his voice at Mammon and Levi, who had already begun to argue again, "MC will be on their way home any minute now. Can you get your act together before they walk in and witness this tragedy?"

The boys grumble under their breaths but stop all the same. They know the journey from the demon lord's castle to the HOL isn't that far, so now it was crunch time.

While Levi, Mammon, and Asmo finish up decorations, Satan, Beel, and Belphie begin to set up the rest of the party, setting out various foods and refreshments.

A knock at the door startles everyone, causing the room to fall to a hush, all eyes now staring at the front door.

"Can somebody open the door? This thing is really heavy!"

A collective sigh falls over the room as Beel walks to the front door and lets Luke, Simeon, and Solomon into the common room.

Beel takes the cake from Luke's hands, beginning to walk towards the kitchen.

"H-Hey! Give that back, you big oaf!", Luke shouts up at Beel who doesn't even question his insult.

"What? You said it was heavy? I'm gonna put it in the fridge next to the one Belphie and I got them."

"O-oh", Luke suddenly looks both relieved and sheepish, looking over to Simeon only to be met with that face Simeon makes at him when he knows he needs to apologize for being rude to anyone. "Sorry, Beel."

"We appreciate the help", Simeon beams at Beel in his own attempt to smooth everything over.

"So, do you need help with anything else? I hear MC could be arriving back at the house at any moment", Solomon asks, directing his question at Satan.

"I believe that's it, besides the presents. Would you mind-"

Solomon cuts him off before he can finish his sentence, "No at all, show me the way."

As the two finish up bringing all the gifts downstairs, setting them on the table across from the snacks, everyone's D.D.D.'s buzz with a text message.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Lucifer: We are almost there. Prepare yourselves.

"You heard the man, everyone get to hidin'", Mammon shoos everyone off into different corners of the room where they would be invisible from the door's threshold.

And they wait.

And... they wait.

And? They wait?

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Mammon: Lucifer, what the hell's goin' on, huh? We've been hidin' for like ten minutes now!

Lucifer: Something has happened, give me a moment.

There are confused murmurs and worried looks exchanged as the whole room waits for another update. Another five minutes passes by.

Mammon: Yo! Lucifer, what the hell?

Asmo: Yeah, is everything alright?

There is still no response from any member of the group that was traveling back to the house with you.

"Ugh! I can't take this anymore. I'm gonna ask them what's up", Mammon exclaims, beginning to text furiously.

"Hold it! Give them a minute. I'm sure there's a logical explanation as to why they are late", Satan reasons, not able to hide the worry also reflected onto his face.

Another five minutes...

Partners in Crime (2)

Mammon: Hey, where the hell are ya?

Mammon: You're really startin' to freak me out right now.

Mammon: And Lucifer won't answer his phone.

Mammon: If you're in trouble you better summon me right now, dammit!

Mammon starts down at his phone in quiet desperation hoping to hear something, anything from you. Please.

Finally, after another few minutes pass by, his phone dings back.

Partners in Crime (2)

MC: I'm fine.

MC: And I really appreciate it.

MC: But I kinda just really wanna be alone right now, okay?

MC: Can you tell the guys I'm fine?

Mammon grunts in frustration, annoyed by your nonchalantness about the situation.

"Are they okay?", Asmo asks, worry clearly laced in his voice.

"Yeah, Mammon, tell us what they said!", Luke echos back, also clearly afraid.

"Just gimmie a minute, alright!", Mammon stresses, beginning to type again.

Partners in Crime (2)

Mammon: Whaddya mean tell them you're alright?

Mammon: Get over here and tell them yourself, dammit!

MC: Mammon, I'm fine, okay. I'm gonna turn off my D.D.D., I need to spend some time alone, okay?

Mammon: Ya know, I really don't like it when you're all ominous!

MC: Mammon, I already know. Diavolo let it slip on the way home. I really do appreciate it, but I just want to be by myself today, alright?

Mammon: Now why the hell would anyone want to be alone on their birthday? You're being ridiculous.

MC: Have you ever stopped to think about how I feel towards my birthday? I've never told any of you about it. I don't even know how you found out, besides Lucifer peeking at my R.A.D. files without me knowing.

Mammon: Can you stop being humble just for today? Let us celebrate ya. Now tell me where you are so I can pick you up.

Mammon: MC?

Mammon: MC, ya better answer me!

Mammon: I swear when I get ahold of ya I'll...

Mammon: Okay, I don't know what I'll do. But that's besides the point. We already set up all this party stuff for you! We need ya here.

Mammon gets no response from you as his phone gets a notification from a different chat.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Asmo: C'mon Lucifer! What's going on?

Diavolo: I believe... this is my fault.

Diavolo: I got a little too excited about experiencing a real human birthday party, and I kind of let the cat out of the bag so to say.

Diavolo: I believe whatever I said must have offended them, as they ran off. We we're almost there too.

Diavolo: Lucifer told us to wait here while he went after them but I believe he is having trouble finding them himself.

Diavolo: I'm truly sorry. I did not intend to upset them, especially on their birthday. Though, I'm not exactly sure what I did that was so upsetting.

Mammon: I got ahold of 'em but they quit answerin'. Said they want to be alone

Asmo: Alone on your birthday? No way! Why would they want that? :(

Mammon: No clue, but they seemed really upset.

Mammon: I need to find 'em.

Levi: Are you sure we shouldn't just give them space?

Mammon: Nah, I kinda have a feelin' somethin' else is going on. I'll start looking.

Lucifer: Good luck with that. I've searched high and low and I don't have the faintest idea of where they could have run off to.

Mammon looks up from his phone to look at everyone in the room's uneasy faces.

"Well, how about a search party?", questions Solomon. The room begins to murmur in agreement before Mammon speaks up.

"Nah nah nah, no. I got this. Let's not overwhelm them, alright?"

"Why should you get to be the one to go find them?", questions Levi, obviously jealous.

"Well I'm the only one they texted back, ain't I? They're my human, what kinda guardian would I be if I didn't look for their sorry ass?"

Luke's eyes well up with tears. "I-I hope they're okay... they didn't even get the chance to try the cake I made them...". Simeon places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Luke, Mammon's going to take care of it, isn't that right Mammon?".

"Yeah, I'm on it pipsqueak, don't even worry 'bout it".

"Oh, that makes me feel soooo much better", Luke refutes in the most sarcastic voice he can muster before taking a beat and adding on at the end, "Please make sure they're okay, Mammon."

"Yeah, I got it kid."

Mammon ruffles Luke's hat into his hair before glancing at his D.D.D. one more time.

"I'll let y'all know when I find them, so keep your ringer on. But don't go swarmin' them either, okay? I need to figure out what's goin' on with them".

"Right", Satan gives a firm nod, one hand on his chin. "We'll be here".

Mammon gives a curt nod back before heading out the door. Well, at least he knows you're not at home, so he can rule that one out. If only this whole summonin' thing worked both ways. He could just appear in front of ya right now and make everythin' okay again. Why couldn't your stubborn ass just summon him? If you're going to sulk on your birthday, wouldn't you like a sulking buddy?

He's thankful that he knows you well enough. That'd he'd be the one to find you, to find you first. That'd mean he'd be first to see you, first to check up on you, first to comfort you, first to hold you.

Okay. He's getting ahead of himself.

Well, there's not very many places a human could hide in the Devildom and be safe, and even less places where you could hide and be alone. And he knows you're not stupid enough to put yourself in danger.

Not without him there.

Process of elimination finds him where he thinks he'd be most likely to find you, the edge of the forest near the HOL. It's peaceful there. You had dragged him to that spot time and time again to just sit and stare at the lake ahead.

He's relieved but not shocked when he sees your slouched over form sitting on the ground, hands picking at and ripping individual grass blades out of the ground while you stared intently at them.

He watches you for a moment before speaking. He doesn't want to scare you, so he clears his throat first. "Care to tell me why ya wanna spend your birthday alone, torturin' innocent blades of grass in the woods? Can't say it's my thing, but it does make ya look kind of weird. But to each their own".

You give a quick little "ha", before shifting your attention back down at the ground, finding your shoelaces now very interesting.

Well, a 'ha' is better than nothin'. Honestly he's just happy you didn't ignore him, or tell him to go away.

He slowly approaches and sits down next to you on the ground, watching you twirl the aglet between your fingers.

"Tell me what's goin' on with ya, huh? It's not like ya to just run off like that. Had everyone worried sick 'bout ya."

You make a solemn noise, not looking up, continuing your fidgeting. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, just...just talk to me, okay? What's goin' on up there?", he says, exemplifying his point by poking you in the forehead, causing you to giggle a very small amount.

"There ya are', he smiles back at you - but can't hide the concern on his face.

You finally drop the lace from your hand and scoot to face him. He meets your eyes and waits patiently, just like he always does. Infinitely patient, just for you.

You take a long breath, breathing out hard before starting. "I've... never told any of you when my birthday is."

He waits, letting you continue to speak.

"There's a reason for that. I don't... I'm not comfortable... ugh. This sucks."

He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into an awkward -'you're-both-sitting-on-the-ground-criss-cross-applesauce-so-its-very-uncomfortable' half hug. What? It's the best he can do in this situation, in the current position you're both sitting in. Don't judge him.

You look ahead, now refusing to make eye contact as you continue. "I don't like birthdays. Or my birthday specifically really. I don't exactly have... fond memories of it. Like at all."

He waits a second to see if you have anymore to say before he speaks. "Yeah? Is that right?", his face hardens. The idea of you never feeling happy on the day you're supposed to be at your happiest does something to him, and it's not good.

"I stopped expecting to celebrate any of them very early on. It was just another day really. Most the time everyone would forget anyway. So, I just let them. It... doesn't exactly make for the best day."

"So the idea of celebratin' upsets you?"

"Yeah. I guess something like that. I really appreciate what you and the others were trying to do for me, I really do! But... it just brings back awful memories", you say, resuming to pull at the grass around you again.

"I getcha. We all had a problem with birthdays too for awhile."

"You did?", you question, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, heh. Another birthday just meant another year marking how long ago we fell. And ya know... how long ago we lost Lilith. And Satan, man, he had the worst time with birthdays. He was always so enraged, mad that he was born from Lucifer's image, and he sure as hell didn't want to celebrate that. And we didn't make him."

"You didn't?"

"Nah. We just left each other alone on those days. It was kinda an unspoken words kind of thing. But overtime, we all became more comfortable with the idea of bein' here. We got happier about the life we were livin' now, so it just felt right to start celebratin' em."

"I see", you respond, your grass pulling movements ceasing.

"Do you think you'd wanna give that a shot? Celebratin', I mean."

You stay quiet as he tries to catch your gaze. "We've already got the whole party set up. Balloons, presents, the whole nine yards. Luke even made ya a cake and if ya don't try it I think he'll cry so hard he'll throw up".

You giggled at his anecdote, "He so would not."

"He so would! He was so worried about ya, asked me to bring you home safe."

You sniffle a little. "He did?"

"Yeah dummy, everyone did. If you haven't noticed, we all really care aboutcha a whole lot."

You smile at his words. "I'm well aware of that".

"Then," he stands up, dusting himself off then reaching a hand out to you to help you stand, "why don't ya give it a shot. Now, I won't make ya do anything you don't want to do, but I know everyone's just really excited to see ya. We can treat it like a normal day if you really want. But, why don't ya let the people that care aboutcha take care of you for today, huh?"

You pause for a second, looking up at him.

"I promise I won't let anythin' happen to ya. And if you get there and decide you just wanna go straight to your room, then that's what we'll do. But c'mon, won'tcha at least give it a chance?"

You let out a sigh before giving a small smile and taking his hand.

"Atta human", he beams, pulling you up to your feet.

"Now c'mon, we got a very important human to celebrate."

As you begin to walk back towards the HOL, hand in hand, he wonders aloud.

"So, how exactly did Dia spoil it for ya?"

"He asked me if I'd ever seen a pen-yada."

"Of course he did."

[fullofbees]

Anon requested: Lucifer totally would want to have sex on a grand piano just because.

CW: Lots of religious undertones, tbh this is probably just straight up blasphemy

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

The time on your phone reads 23:08 as you slump in the loveseat, stretching your legs out before you. For six hours, you have locked yourself in the library, skimming book after book for a report that’s due next week. You’ve made decent progress, but as the night passed, the more certain you became about having to give up your weekend.   

The thought has you sighing in frustration and sadness. You had been looking forward to the weekend, having been invited out by Asmodeus for a spa treatment and much needed retail therapy. A Devildom influencer you liked had been raving about a new gel polish that you were desperate to get your hands on. And with Asmo by your side, you were sure to get one in each color, as his death glare would keep any lesser demons out of your way.   

You can already see the demon’s pout as you regretfully cancel your plans in the morning. You know he’ll hug you tightly, promising to get the polish for you anyways before kissing your forehead. That is all well and good, but you miss the lustful fifth-born.  

Focusing on it will only make your mood worse. Deciding to leave everything where it was– you did not have the energy to lug everything back to your room– you stand from the loveseat and put out the fireplace. Darkness overtakes the library in an instant, the eerie feeling creeping up your spine reminding you of the house’s haunted nature.   

Holding your D.D.D. tight to your chest, you know you’re probably being silly as you turn its flashlight on. As you make your way to the exit, you can hear faint music echoing from beyond the room. It only adds to the creep factor, making you feel like the lovesick protagonist of Guillermo Del Toro’s latest blockbuster hit. You’ll exit the library to find your ghostly lover at the end of the hall, and you’ll call and chase after them only to watch them vanish into thin air as after rounding a corner.   

The door creaks as you open it to the adjoining music room. Faint candlelight blossoms from the far corner, your supposed lover cloaked in a black silhouette. The melody flowing from their fingertips is soft and melancholic, as if afraid to be heard. Moonlight gleams from the windows, creating a tiled path up to the grand piano, cool grays melting into the warm golden light from the candles.   

You hadn’t realized you had taken a few steps into the room until the heavy wooden door of the library slammed shut behind you. You’re not proud of it, but you scream and end up tripping over your feet when you try to run away. Bruisably soft body meets unforgiving cold tile. The melody stops, being replaced by frantic steps rushing your way.   

Rushing blood causes your head to pound as you push yourself to your knees. You’re greeted with the sight of black Oxfords before you. Raising your head, Lucifer stares down at you with a confused look on his face. His large coat is nowhere to be found; his tie is undone, hanging loosely around his neck, with the first few buttons of his shirt open. A delicate rosy glow decorates the exposed skin, trailing up to his cheeks. His well-kept hair is now messy and tangled, like he’s been constantly running his hands through it.   

“Lucifer…?” You hesitantly ask, wondering why he’s not saying anything.  

The demon bends forward and offers you his hand, gloves absent for once, “Are you alright?”   

After placing your hand in his, Lucifer helps you off the floor. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”  

“I just finished studying,” you answer.  

“Very well, time for you to head to bed then.”  

You stare at each other, an awkward aura settling around. Lucifer’s eyebrows furrow in annoyance, “What is it?”  

“Uhm, it’s just– You haven’t let go of my hand.”  

He looks down at your clasped hands, fingers intertwined, and his expression softens. Still, he doesn’t release you from his hold, now too entranced by the feeling of your soft skin.  

“Lucifer, are– are you alright?”   

The first-born drops your hand suddenly, as if he has been burned, before taking a step back from you, “Quite. Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”  

You nearly roll your eyes, wanting to chastise him about how his health and happiness are always your concern as their assistant, but manage to refrain when you see how his gaze lingers. It’s not hollow, like he’s looking through you, but rather like he’s searching for something. A gut instinct tells you to defy his dismissal and stay; you have a feeling he wants you to.  

“I didn’t know you could play, you’re really good,” You lie, trying to use conversation as an excuse to stay. But Lucifer merely answers with a confirming hum.   

The awkward feeling returns, and you’re caught off by just how much it hurts. You forget that this isn’t your Lucifer; this is him at a time of vulnerability, of distrusting others, a time where you hadn’t existed to comfort him.   

“Can I listen?” Now it is your turn to extend a metaphorical hand to him. You just hope he takes it.   

The demon acquiesces with a gruff, “Fine,” before turning on his heel and making his way back to the piano. You follow behind silently, listening to the steady chorus resounding off the walls as your footsteps fall in line with his.   

You’re startled by the mess that surrounds the instrument. Music sheets litter the floor; some crumpled up and piled in a nearby wastebin, some torn in half, others in multiple little pieces, all of them with hasty scribbles of ink and jarring lines where the notes have been scratched out. An uncorked bottle of demonus sits precariously on the piano’s frame, though there is no glass in sight.   

Lucifer seats himself on the bench as you begin collecting the discarded papers from the floor. The demon doesn’t seem to pay you any mind, as he starts a slow melody, single notes echoing out into the adjoining planetarium.   

Some of his writing has not been completely crossed out, and the repeating themes of his words both confuses and saddens you.   

Dread encounters me  

My palate discerns disasters  

That my soul would choose suffocation  

And are not satisfied with my flesh?  

“I was there that day; the day my Father broke that man’s spirit... I had delighted in it,” Lucifer’s somber voice cuts through the chords, “Is it not poetry then that I would befall the same fate?”  

The papers rustle in your hands as you even the pile out, “And what fate is that?”  

He hums, gloved fingers idly hovering over the ivory keys, before chuckling and shaking his head, resuming his playing, “Forgive me, the demonus has loosened my tongue.”  

It always does , you want to say. You have lost count how many times Lucifer had whispered the sweetest, and filthiest, words imaginable to you because of the damned drink. How many mornings had he awoke to find himself drooling on your chest, his hair wild and unkempt from your hands during the previous night’s activities?   

It almost crushes you in its enormity; to realize how lonely you feel amongst the very devil you love, to feel his absence though he sits before you. You miss him so much.  

You remind yourself that you will return to him soon; that’s he’s not as far as he seems, all you need to do is form the pacts again. If you think about it, freshly fallen Lucifer is much like the Lucifer you knew when you first came to the Devildom, albeit considerably more brooding.   

It’s familiar. He’s familiar. You can do this.  

Lucifer had told you about ‘that day’ once, when he was but a babe of an angel, with only Simeon and Michael to keep him company. You had heard of the story before, as it had been spread amongst humankind for hundreds of years. You even had spent a a great deal of your own time studying it and any accompanying texts.   

No scribe could match the horrors he had shared with you. It was the worst you had ever seen him, save for tonight. It was a distant past wound to your Lucifer, but for the one before you, it is open and raw.  

Cautiously, you approach him, clutching the music sheets to your chest. You had comforted him once before, and surely that kind of bond can transcend time.   

“Therefore, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.”  

The music stops. Lucifer now stares at you with both curiosity and apprehension. His gaze is piercing, intimidating, but it no longer phases you, for you have seen the tenderness that hides below.  

The demon shuffles over to make room for you on the bench and you graciously take the offered seat. Such a simple action should not thrill you so, but the warmth radiating from him is like your second home. The remnant of his cologne fills your lungs, and you’re pleased to find that it is the very same that he uses in the future. How very Lucifer to wear the same scent for centuries; you’ll have to tease him for it later.  

You’re about to speak, to further soothe his worries, but do not get the chance as his lips meet yours. His bare hands cradle your face, trapping you to the onslaught of feverish kisses, but it barely satisfies your craving for him. The papers you hold begin to slip from your grip before you cast them back to the ground so that you can run your hands through his hair.  

Tension quickly melts into desperation as you cling to each other, but your body demands air, and you are forced to separate. Lucifer takes the moment to stand, his hands dropping to your waist as he encourages you to rise as well. Once up, he immediately spins you around to press your body against the piano.  

Harsh and discordant notes chime from below as he balances you against the keys, hands gripping your thighs as he trails sloppy kisses along your neck. Your need is only intensified when he grinds his clothed cock between your spread legs, eliciting a small moan. He repeats the action again, harder than before, and it shakes the piano.  

You’re interrupted by the sound of glass breaking, and if the growing red puddle on the floor is anything to go by, a perfectly good bottle of demonus has just been wasted. Lucifer releases a deep sigh with a scowl, and tries to part from your body, presumably to clean up the mess.  

But you refuse to let him go, not when he was finally where you wanted him most. You push your heel into his backside, hands simultaneously pulling on his belt, forcing him back into position.  

“Don’t you dare stop.”  

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[solomons-poison]

wait aaa so you’re doing kiss prompts? i can’t find the prompt list but i’ll request your fav one with the lovely sorcerer Solomon ofc 🫶🏻

I am! I have the prompt list linked at the bottom of each answer and I'll link it on this one, so if there's a number you'd like in particular, then feel free to send in another request~ for now I'll go with number 4 :>

Solomon x GN!reader

♡ kissing their nose to watch them blush

Solomon could be frustratingly composed. It took a lot to catch him off guard, and seeing him flushed red and with unsure or shocked expression was incredibly addictive thanks to its rarity. Thus, occasionally it would become a game between you and Asmo to see who could break his composure first. However, your plans often backfired, and you'd find yourselves getting flustered instead, totally thrown off your rhythm as your lover only laughed at the way he'd managed to turn it around. He was simply too perceptive sometimes.

It took a long time in your relationship to figure him out. Lots of studying, observing the way he reacted to different "stimuli", almost like an experiment to gather all the necessary data to make your next move. Honestly, if Solomon knew what you were doing, he'd likely be proud to know that 1) you were so interested in him and his reactions and 2) that you were working this hard just to one-up him. However, each way you tried to look at it, you just couldn't seem to figure out how to get him.

Finally, though, as genius often does, an idea hit you unexpectedly. In a very rare instance, you'd happened to wake up first, giving you time to admire your beloved. He was usually the last to go to bed and the first to wake (seriously, when did he sleep??), so you didn't get to see his vulnerable sleeping self very much, if at all. And boy was it gorgeous, his soft white eyelashes lying against his cheeks, hair a little messy from his sleep, and a peaceful expression on his face. Honestly, it was easy to stare, just absorbing this sweet image into your mind. That was why you almost didn't notice when Solomon started to shift in the beginning stages of waking. But he inhaled deeply, shifting into a new position right before his eyes fluttered open.

You were quick to settle, shutting your eyes and evening out your breaths to appear to be sleeping, and it seemed to work as Solomon stayed quiet, clearly trying to prevent you from waking. Warm fingers suddenly touched your cheek, gentle and loving in their caress, and it made your heart ache to feel the love in his touch. You wanted so badly to lean in to him, but you had an objective to meet. Eventually, his weight shifted on the bed towards you, his hand moving to softly cup the back of your head. He often gave you a forehead kiss in the morning as his wake-up call, and you knew exactly what was coming.

That made it easy, then, to catch him off guard. Just as you felt him lean forward, you opened your eyes and shot up, kissing him on the nose. Solomon instantly froze, hand still behind your head but arm suspended in the air as his sleepy brain struggled to compute what happened. Finally, you could see the blush creep up his neck and into his cheeks, mouth opening and closing as he struggled for words. It was the prettiest sight you'd ever seen, and it was worth Solomon's kissy revenge right after that. Your idea may have only worked this one time, but as you two dissolved into sleepy giggles, you were perfectly okay with that.

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Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[snekxyy]

Lil funny thingie-

Both beleth & belphegor might be fallen angels, which would explain the matchy halo-horns they have 💙

I would explain in detail my idea but holy hell, even tho my autism is deeply interested in demonology shit i cant bring myself to talk about all of this since im too lazy and english aint my first language (romanian sucks and its hard to translate from that to english 😭😭😭)

On short belphie fell from his grace for not joining god's side or fighting alongside lucifer when he declared war against heaven (no, it didnt happened in the game, i know, but most things from this game are accurately taken from multiple religions ???? Idfk how to explain it tbh)

And beleth fell fron the heavens just for joining Lucifer, now as i said, none of this happened in the game but im sure similar stuff to what was said will happen in the event story

Just like lucifer's event with him falling from his grace, instead of creating hell he created paradise lost and ofc other stuff happened that i forgot about this time

Im sure PB will find a way to make these 2 fallen angels, it would makes sense for them to be (not just cuz its accurate) but mostly bc of the halo's they got on their heads and the fact that wherever you search, other religions, game characters, stories & other stuff where demons are mentioned the ones i see that are always fallen angels are lucifer & belohegor

Its true that lucifer doesnt have one but that might be because he is the first angel (the son of the mornings) and all that other bs

But maybe "lower" fallen angels still got their halos on but similar to beleth & belphie's halos 😭😭😭 (ik i cant call belphie lower since he is a king but in heaven he wasnt THAT important)

Another funny thing i see that might happen is lucifer & belphegor having their own close relation ship (like mammon & satan and beelzebub and levi) these 2 might have a few things in common that will make them tolerate each other a bit better than the rest of kings (which would leave asmo out but eh, he is on earth almost all the time anyway 😭)

Fuck it, i said ill keep it short 😭😭😭

[rea-grimm]

Demon's Creed 3

You were sitting at breakfast and only Beel, Asmo and Levi were there with you. Levi talked about a new anime he started watching. However, none of the brothers answered him.

However, the way he talked about it, it sounded familiar to you. You wanted to look at it, but you didn't get a chance. And besides, according to your father, they were children's fairy tales.

Levi took it as a matter of personal honour for you to see. He was glad he found someone else who was interested in it and wasn't going to leave you in the lurch.

Thanks to this, you agreed to regular visits where you watched anime. Sometimes you managed fewer episodes, and other times you watched until the morning. You loved how Levi enjoyed it.

At this rate, you finished the anime quite quickly. Neither of you wanted to stop hanging out and instead, you started watching more anime and playing a game together now and then.

🟉-🟉-🟉-🟉-🟉

You headed to the library. You wanted to focus on your research again. Not that you wanted to use it for yourself, but you had the impression that it could foil the plans of the Templars and your father.

So far you've only gotten books by asking Satan. However, you didn't want to keep bothering him, so you headed to the library alone. However, you had no idea how big their library was.

You were amazed at how huge it was. There were thousands of books here. You had the impression that it was perhaps even bigger than what you had at home. You looked through the books and wondered where to start.

“You look lost. Are you looking for something?" came Satan's voice. You turned around to find him in the chair right across from you with a book in his lap.

“I'm looking for a book,” you replied, pulling out a piece of paper with the title of the book on it. “But I'm not sure if I'll even be able to find her here. So many books and possibilities,” you marvelled. 

Satan put his book down stood up and took the piece of paper with the title of the book from you before heading to the correct shelf.

"What do you even need a book like that for?" he asked you on the way.

"The Templars are also working on it, and they may figure it out too. I want to get ahead of them and stop them from doing that,” you replied. Furthermore, you wondered if it was possible to summon a demon and use its abilities without limitation. You knew about Isa so you were sure this could be real too.

“Interesting when your father is a Templar and you were one until recently,” he replied, watching you as he led you further, deeper into the library.

"Yes, but everything has its limits. What would become of us if we did not have free will and could not do what we wanted? What do we enjoy? We would just be empty puppets, waiting for the next order," you replied resolutely. Sure, there had to be order to free will, but everything should be in balance.

Satan didn't answer you anymore. Instead, he handed you the book you wanted. You sat down in the chairs together and went about your work. You were working on research and Satan was reading his book.

You were so engrossed in your research that you didn't even notice when he put his book down and instead watched you work with interest in his eyes.

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You were lying in bed, on the edge of the bed, when you had the impression that someone was calling weakly for help. It wasn't the first time you heard that. Before, however, it was so faint that you attributed it to dreams.

But now you were tossing and turning and even though you were trying to sleep, you kept hearing it and it felt like it was louder than ever.

You decided to go check it out. Have you ever wondered if it was coming from prison? However, when you were there, no one else was there.

You got out of bed and threw the blanket over your shoulders before walking out of your room. You followed the voice down the hall and even missed the door leading to the cells. You were more interested in that now.

You reached the stairs leading to the upper floor. You were sure it was coming from there. You were already clinging to the railing and about to go up the stairs when someone grabbed your arm. You turned around to see Lucifer, who didn't look exactly thrilled.

“I don't know what you're doing here, but you better get back to your room,” he said and even though he was smiling, his voice sent chills down your spine.

“I heard a call for help,” you sputtered even though you could see he didn't want any objections.

"You must have imagined that. This house is pretty old and apparently, it's just some cracking,” he replied, taking your arm and slowly leading you back to your room.

"It will be better if you don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. It might not turn out well either,” he replied darkly before saying goodbye to you and leaving.

The next day at breakfast you confided in the other brothers. There was Mammon, Levi, Satan and Beel. If Lucifer was there, you'd keep it to yourself. However, you wondered if those calling for help had heard it too, or if they didn't know anything about it.

However, neither of the brothers knew anything about it, nor did they hear it. However, they knew that Lucifer wasn't telling them everything either. Together you began to form a plan to find out what was going on there.

Lucifer was the biggest problem. That was the main point of your meeting. Satan suggested that they could bribe him with a vinyl record. He knew that once he started listening to a record, he wouldn't get up until the record was finished.

Levi was reluctant at first because he didn't like to share his collectables, but eventually, he relented. He had a record in his collection that Lucifer wanted to grind his claws on as it was a limited edition and only a few pieces existed in the world.

🟉-🟉-🟉-🟉-🟉

Lucifer didn't trust you and wanted to keep you under surveillance since the evening he caught you in the hallway. Moreover, he didn't want you to wander around the corridors and especially didn't want you to explore what was behind the stairs.

That's why he called you to his office after dinner. He had a pile of papers on his desk and he wanted you to help him. You agreed. You thought you were going to stamp documents or something, but he wanted something completely different from you.

You should have simply sat next to him and watched over him so he wouldn't fall asleep. You weren't even surprised at him. Evening and so many papers? Just thinking about it made you want to sleep.

However, you agreed and sat down next to him. You watched him at work and had to reach out to him or nudged him a few times to keep him awake. His fatigue was noticeable and after a few minutes, his head always started to drop.

In the end, however, you were the one who fell asleep. You didn't even realize it happened. Lucifer thought you were paying attention to him, but when he felt your rest on his shoulder, he knew it was over.

He looked at you cautiously before letting out a weak chuckle. He threw his coat over your shoulders before getting back to work. He still had a nice stack of documents he needed to complete.

This is how he took you over almost every evening to help him. Sometimes you fell asleep, but more often you persevered. Even if you returned to your room late every night and didn't have the strength to search the halls.

Despite all that, you weren't going to just give up. The papers were dwindling and you suspected that even if you were happy with him, he wouldn't take you over every night. There will certainly be a chance to discover what is hidden behind the stairs.

Obey me! Masterlist

Demon's Creed

[temis-de-leon]

The Seven Siblings

Chapter 1 - The Eldest Brother

Main Masterlist

Summary: It's a normal morning, dull even, when Lucifer finds himself waiting for the train with his brothers. The air is cold and threatens to bore them all and just before he thinks there would be nothing more than sitting straight for hours while looking at the human scenery through the window, a surprising coincidence calls for his attention.

A/N: can you tell how little I care for the future posts list's order? Jk, jk... I wrote this in one day when I couldn't get it out of my mind and I hate spending too much time without posting, so bear with me, please :) And enjoy!

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It had been a long time since Lucifer stopped caring about the beauty of the Human Realm. It was lacklustre compared to the magic of the Devildom and the perfection of the Celestial Realm; sure, the human’s free will had a certain splendour, but was it not modelled under his Father’s guidance?

Perhaps he needed new eyes to experience everything for the first time; without having been there since its creation.

The sun wasn’t out yet, but the blue above them all was clear and bright. He looked up to the skies not expecting anything to show up, but a couple of pigeons flew over his head and landed on the train rails to search for food in the gravel. An elderly woman waiting on the platform scowled in disgust, furiously clapping to scare the birds away and then mindlessly kicking when one of them dared to stop at her feet and pecked the hem of her skirt.

People around her only turned away from their phones for a second before going back to their businesses. They were tired, silently fighting to keep their eyes open and not lose their train, and Lucifer felt a bizarre pang of understanding that faded faster than it came.

Loud voices, or at least louder than the general silence of the station, brought everyone’s attention to the tourniquet. Four adults, two of them in their twenties, leading a group of three teenagers; all of them babbling between each other like they were going out for lunch after class. One of the adults, a man with dark hair and a scarred face, softly shushed the younger members until they fell silent; the other, the eldest one, continued walking without a word until reaching the platform Lucifer and his brothers were on.

His hair was fairer and his skin smoother, but there was no mistake that both men were brothers. In fact, now that they were closer, Lucifer could see the resemblance among all of the group. The girl and the boy in their twenties looked like carbon copies of the older adults and the teens shared many features.

Seven siblings, then?

Curious.

Lucifer discreetly turned around, hoping any of his brothers also saw the coincidence, but barely half of them were awake enough to even be aware of their surroundings. However, Satan was observing with curiosity, as always, and Asmodeus was shamelessly gawking at the boy in his twenties. He was handsome and restless and was staring at the demon with the same amount of interest.

“Can you not be a manwhore?” whispered his sister before Lucifer had any time to summon patience for the trip. “For once, please”

“I’m merely admiring the view” he said in return, not as low as her.

He could hear Asmo humming in appreciation at the words.

“Dear God…” muttered the girl and Lucifer almost shared the sentiment.

The blond man sighed quietly and his brother shushed once more, sending everyone back to silence. A sudden feeling of envy struck Lucifer. What wouldn’t he give for such obedience from his brothers?

He checked his DDD, content knowing that the train wouldn’t arrive for at least another five minutes, and clapped himself on the back once more for dragging his brothers out of their beds instead of letting them sleep a little longer. They could rest once they were sitting in their private compartment.

“I’m tired” whined someone.

He turned around again expecting to see Belphie’s unforgiving eyes but was surprised when he found him completely passed out on Beel’s shoulder.

“You can sleep on the train” answered a soft voice. The scarred man, who looked way more intimidating than he sounded.

One of the teenagers, the oldest one probably, swung his arms around his body careful not to hit any of his siblings. There were dark circles under his eyes, but, contrary to his words, he seemed entirely alert.

“I don’t want to sleep, I’m just tired” he shrugged, dropping his arms and then letting his whole body weight fall against his older brother, who caught him with no problem and kept him in place with a gentle hug.

More envy coated Lucifer’s mind.

No more than a couple of seconds passed before the kid talked again, his words muffled against the scarred man’s leather jacket.

“Is Arron okay?

“Me?” answered immediately the blond man, smiling at the concern with no joy in his eyes. “Don’t worry about me Gal, I’m just tired as well”

“But you are tired all the time, aren’t you?” intervened a younger girl.

And how sweet she looked, so innocent and sincere. It seemed Arron thought the same because he walked to his youngest sister and chastely kissed her on the forehead.

“Let’s talk about this later, okay?”

Lucifer half expected any of them to insist and prod at the ambiguous response; hell, he wanted someone, anyone, to show even the tiniest bit of dissatisfaction and urge for a juicier answer, but nothing came. An ugly feeling took root in his chest.

“Wish that was you, huh?” muttered a voice next to his ear.

He slowly turned his head, noticing the vein in his forehead preparing itself to make an appearance. Mammon looked as bewildered as him, surprised at the human interaction in front of them, but he didn’t seem to realize the weight of his words nor the effect they had on Lucifer’s conscience.

Silence slowly left the platform when more passengers hurried through the line of tourniquets to settle on the remaining benches and even sit cross-legged on the floor, nervously checking their phones and getting their tickets ready for the conductor. A female voice filled the empty corners of the station informing the time of departure and destination and, soon after, the long-awaited train appeared in the distance. Mammon sighed in relief before resting his forehead on the back of Lucifer’s neck.

For a short moment, he pondered shaking the weight away, but then he looked forward.

Gal, if he’d heard correctly, had stopped hugging the scarred man, but was still grabbing his arm. Next to them, both sisters were holding each other in a lazy hug. They looked nearly identical, although the age gap was noticeable, and while the younger girl had a naïve look to her, the other seemed completely irritated and unwilling to be there.

“They’re allowing the entry already”

Satan nudged him, lightly pushing him to start walking and leaving Mammon behind in the process. The sudden absence left Lucifer’s skin cold.

He watched as Arron led his younger siblings towards the doors, handing each of them their respective tickets while giving commands in a soft tone.

“Each compartment has four seats, so choose who you want to go with” he said to the teenagers.

“Are Mara and Megor going to be together?” asked the youngest one, who had been completely silent until now. They both shrugged in unison before the girl, Mara, lightly punched her brother’s arm.

“Of course” she said in feigned annoyance. “Like always”

“I want to go with Megor”

“And I want to go with Mara”

“I’m cool going with Arron and Owen” added quickly the oldest teen, Gal, but before anyone could say anything else he continued talking. “However, what if you go on one compartment and we…?”

“Absolutely not”

People around them were entering the train, slowly emptying the platform in hurried and exhausted movements. Someone said something behind Lucifer, but he couldn’t find himself able to pay attention. Almost all of the siblings had a name except for the youngest two and, even though Owen had stopped his brother’s question, not an ounce of hostility hanged inside the group. 

“Why, though?” intervened Megor, dropping his arm over Gal’s shoulders and bringing him closer. “You left Mar and me alone all the time when we were their age”

“Oh yeah, and you came out perfectly fine, didn’t you?”

There was a shared chuckle among them before Arron leaned over Owen to whisper in his ear. The younger siblings looked at each other with curiosity, unable to hear what they were saying, but Lucifer’s superior senses caught everything perfectly.

"Let them be" pleaded Arron.

“They are minors” protested his brother.

“We need to think about how we are going to tell them everything”

Their expressions became sombre and they further turned their heads to hide from the rest of their family, but not much more happened before a hand grabbed Lucifer’s elbow and pulled him with force.

“Yo!”

“What?!”

Mammon stared at him in surprise, not bothering to hide his amusement. The rest of their brothers were also staring, still half-asleep and unsure of what was happening, waiting for him to move and enter the train with them.

“I didn’t have you for an eavesdropper” the younger demon said with a smug smile.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping” he immediately refuted, the frown on his forehead deep enough to give him a headache.

“Keep telling yourself that”

His airhead brother hid behind an annoyed Levi just in time to avoid Lucifer’s stern eyes, both of them disappearing amongst the sea of people on their way to the compartment. The twins went behind, soon followed by Satan and, falling behind, Asmo.

“I can’t blame you” he whispered in his direction while looking at himself in his heart-shaped pocket mirror to retouch his lip-gloss. “I’d stare at him for hours”

Lucifer followed his gaze and nearly hurt himself rolling his eyes to the back of his head. Megor’s back was facing them, his elegant figure and silky hair easily distinguishable in the remaining crowd.

“You are mistaking the situation” he harshly assured him. “I couldn’t care less about him”

“Oh! Better for me then…”

“Do not engage with any human, Asmo, that is not the purpose of this trip”

“Come on! Please? Let me have fun!”

His eyes were shining, hypnotizing, and Lucifer knew enough of his brother to turn his head around and ignore his honeyed pleas. His eyes found another pair then, a serious gaze, but not harsh.

Arron was looking right at him.

“Well, I hope you don’t engage with any of them either because you seemed really interested back there” continued complaining Asmo, ignorant to the staring match beside him, before finally walking away and leaving Lucifer and a mass of admiring humans behind.

It took a few seconds and Owen’s insistence to distract Arron and make him lose the subtle competition, but Lucifer could still feel the interrogation in his stare.

 “We shall see” he muttered to himself even though he was alone.

Then he followed his brothers’ path and finally blended into the crowd.

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[lyssaterald]

Take Flight, Lesson 7-7: Welcome to the Devildom History Tour

New realizations and getting comfortable with each other.

Content Warning: General spoilers for the main story. Minors and ageless accounts do not interact! Named character, and slight mentions of character’s past and history which are NOT expanded on as they are NOT very important to this chapter. Weirdly, I switch between past and present tense. Sorry, not sorry. Unbeta read.

A/N: Please not that I am not bashing on any OM characters here. I love them all for their little differences. However, these are still early days for my character in meeting our boys. These are simply her thoughts and emotions just barely a few weeks after she was "accidently" kidnapped and told she would be participating in the exchange program, willing or not.

Masterlist

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"Well, it seems we've gotten ourselves settled here in our room now. our belongings are in order, and we've decided who'll be using which bed," Simeon stated. "So, Asmodeus, Lyssa, let me take this opportunity to say that I look forward to sharing a space with the two of you these next few days."

I glanced at him and shut the drawer I had just shoved my backpack in after having dumped its contents in right before that. Two shirts, jeans, underwear and bra changes, and pajamas. Yep. My stuff was sure in order. Asmo had claimed the middle bed and smiled at me when he saw my frustration and now they were both watching me.

"Yes, me too. And I have to say, Lyssa, Simeon, you two certainly lucked out, now didn't you? Considering you get to share a room with me." Asmo fluttered his eyelashes at us and I was staring because I had never met anyone as conceited as he was. Maybe he was the Avatar of Vanity and not Lust?

"Ah, yes. I suppose you could say we're lucky to have you on the team," Simeon said and was that a resigned note that I heard in his voice.

"Hehe. Now, now, there's no need to hide how thrilled you really are right now." Was he...joking...with us? "Stop and think about it for a moment. You'll be sharing a room with me-with Asmodeus himself. Which means you'll be there to see me when I first wake up in the morning, after I've stepped out of the shower, when I'm changing my clothes-"

No. No he was not joking with us. I was almost fascinated with the vanity he was displaying. It was something else when you tried to consider the different emotions that would have gone into building himself up to be like this, if Simeon was any indication of how they had been before their Fall.

How broken were they that they could have come to such an extreme? Mammon had his share of insecurities that he covered with bravado and denials, but he cared deeply for those he loved-not me. Levi was just straight up socially shut down and his insecurities were painted across his life with his manga and anime. I could say that Beel literally ate his feelings and was always thinking about food, because it meant not having to think about other things.

Asmo was...something...about himself. He wasn't quite so vain that he didn't notice things around him, even when he was needling his brothers. Were they trying to connect with each other when they squabbled?

My own siblings and I had had our share of fights that had ended with hurt feelings and much needed space before we had reconciled our differences. Our dame was...strong...was one word for her. Maybe resilient or stubborn were a better term for what she had endured through her childhood with her own siblings. Had things turned out even a little differently, would we have been like these brothers?

Lucifer was the head of their family and even I could see that he had been their shield for a long time. He was the first to react and the first to step forward. Diavolo called him his right hand and best friend and, maybe, that was true to some degree, but-

Asmo was still going on about how we were lucky to be rooming with him, but he seemed to be winding himself down. "-if that's not what you call amazing luck, I don't know what is!"

Simeon was smiling, but there was something pained to it. "Ahaha. I have to say, you really are funny, aren't you Asmodeus?"

"Funny? I believe you mean beautiful...It's okay, you can just come out and say it, you know?" The tone was playful until it wasn't. "What sort of image did you have of me in the first place, Simeon?"

"...hmmm. Let me think. Well, I suppose I still think of you the same way that I did back when you were up in the Celestial Realm." Their body language was shifting, neither bothering to hide themselves any more. They had been brothers. "'Lucifer, the pride of the Celestial Realm, loved by all of creation...There was one angel he thought especially beautiful, one whom he praised and kept at his side. 'Twas Asmodeus, jewel of the heavens.'"

Asmo's expression brightened. "Yes...yes, exactly. That's me!"

"A traveling minstrel wrote that about you once and it turned out to be an image that stuck. I suppose I see you as someone who's very attached to that reputation, and works day in and day out trying to live up to it."

"Huh? So, you're saying that your image of me is of someone who wants to be loved?"

"Yes, I suppose that would be accurate."

Asmo's body language shut down again, seeming almost like he was drawing back into himself. It sent a pang through my heart, a there and gone thing. "Mmmm...I don't like that's a good description of me, personally. I mean, naturally, I think no one in the three worlds is more deserving of love than I am." Which didn't mean that he felt he was actually receiving it. "But that's just common sense, now isn't it? I mean, is there anyone out there who DOESN'T love me?"

I could name at least twelve or more people that would try and fight him right this instant and would have stated their absolute hatred of him and his brothers. But I kept that to myself. It wasn't like I wanted a fight to break out between my family and the brothers.

"Hmmm, I wonder. If you were ever to come across a soul that you couldn't charm-that you couldn't control-how would you react? Hmmm..." Simeon did not sound thoughtful, as his words might have seemed. "It's and interesting question. Wouldn't you agree, Lyssa?"

Subtle, that. Real subtle, Simeon.

"Lyssa, what do you have to say about this?" Asmo was suddenly in my personal space and I only tilted my head a little at him. "You think there's actually someone out there who does not love me?"

A smile twisted my lips and I wasn't sure if I was angry or sad. "I don't know," I answered. Given time, maybe he could win over my family.

"...You don't know?" Asmo repeated, pouting. "Are you just not very bright, is that it? Or perhaps it's an issue with your eyesight?"

The pulse of rage that swept through me was there and gone, something that was diverted through my bonds and dispersed to my family. It was safer than sitting with it among demons. Thankfully, Satan appeared in our doorway and said, "Hey, the tour of the Demon Lord's Castle is starting soon."

Simeon was wearing his usual smile then and I was starting to realize how much of a mask it really was. "Well, I suppose we should get going, then."

Avatar of Wrath? More like Avatar of good timing. I slid around Asmo and Simeon, glad for the excuse that Satan had brought us.

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Luke was pouting when we got back to the entrance hall. I made a beeline straight for him, Mammon, Levi and Beel. Safety in numbers, right? Right!

"I want to go home," Luke mumbled when I was beside him and I could only smile sympathetically.

"What's wrong, Luke? You seemed to be in such high spirits earlier," Simeon said, concern written across his face and in his voice.

"Yeah. Suddenly, that cute little tail of yours is hanging down like a sad doggy, you know?" Asmo cut in and all sympathy I had for him vanished.

"I'm not a dog! And I don't have a tail," Luke stated firmly and then looked to Simeon. "You're so lucky, Simeon. Unlike me, you have relatively decent roommates. First off, Leviathan is taking up half of the room to perform a strange ritual worshiping some sort of idol!"

Levi smiled at Luke, an almost sharp edge there and I was reconsidering how safe Luke might be with my pact-mates. "Well, tomorrow is the birthday for one of my favorite characters. When the clock strikes midnight, I've got to go online and start streaming. To share my deep passion, and joy, and infatuation-"

"Ugh, at least speak in a language I can understand!" Luke groaned. "As for Beel, HE suddenly started eating one of the paintings in our room..."

Beel was smiling indulgently at Luke, like he was looking at a favorite little brother. "The fruit was so lifelike, I thought it was real!"

Luke looked at Beel with an incredulous expression. "Right, but shouldn't you have realized it was a painting BEFORE eating the entire thing?"

"Hey, now, Levi, Beel," Mammon said. "You shouldn't tease the doggy too much, got it?"

"I'm NOT a doggy!" Luke stated firmly.

He was ignored as Asmo observed, "What's going on? Suddenly, you seem to be in an awfully good mood, Mammon. Did you spot something in your room that you might be able to sell for a profit?"

And like that, they were off. I just sat back and watched them needle each other back and forth. They were including Luke like it was only natural, like he was one of them. Considering as teasing between siblings gave me a new look at their interactions.

Mammon's pact-bond was leaking a feeling of contentment and happiness. Loosening my internal grip just a little on that pact-bond, I let the feeling wash over me, let it wash the rage and frustration of earlier away. It almost looked like he was glad that he had been able to find common ground with Satan and Solomon and I was happy for him.

Satan gave his brother an exasperated look and tried to pull Solomon into taking responsibility for Mammon, but Solomon turned it back on him as they were brothers.

My hands settled on Luke's shoulders and he seemed to settle with my touch. After that, we just watched the others trade insults and comments.

[amor-immortalem]

Meli the Runaway part 2

A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts for three months and I don’t have anything better to post. So I figured it was time to post this…

It’s one of the last quiet mornings Lucifer will get until the end of the next school year. He starts his morning off with a nice cup of tea while Cerberus naps just outside the window. His only child is tucked away safely in his room and sleeping soundly. Nothing could ruin this morning- nothing at all. So why is Diavolo’s good name is Lucifer’s cell phone blaring loudly from its place on the table in front of him at seven in the morning? Better yet, why is it Satan’s name on the caller id?

“Good Morning, Satan. Why are you calling at seven in the morning?”

“Is Melissa with you? She snuck out of the house at some point during the night.” The fourth-born is quick and to the point with it.

“Not even a good morning in return?” The first-born mumbles under his breath, “No, Melissa isn’t here- at least not to my knowledge, anyway. Why? Did you two have another disagreement?”

“I’d say disagreement is an understatement…” Satan sighs, “She threw Hivetes’ laptop out the window yesterday and when I confronted her about it, it turned into a fight.”

“It’s always something between those two, isn’t it?” The blacked-haired demon lets out a sigh through his nose, “Did Melissa actually admit to throwing the laptop out or is this one of those situations where you’re getting two different sides to the story again?”

“Oh no, she admitted it. I grounded her for it but I just want her to apologize to her step-mother.”

“Just let the issue die then- move on and forget making her apologize,” the older demon suggests, “if her apologizing is causing this much of an issue then I have a feeling there’s more to it than you know.”

“She claims Hivites is a totally different demon when I’m not present.”

“Well maybe it’s not that far off from the truth,” Lucifer takes a long sip of his tea, “I know it’s not what you want to hear Satan but what if Melissa is telling the truth about her? Back when we all first fell and I would sporadically try to find a partner, I met plenty of demons and demonesses that have been two-faced when it comes to the six of you. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that she’s that kind of person.”

“Still, we’ve been together in one form or another since Melissa was two- thirteen years is quite a while to put up a ruse like that.”

“Weirder things have happened… anyway, circling back around to the reason you called, I would recommend giving either Asmo or Mammon a ring and see if either of them has her. Melissa usually goes to Azalea or Zulima if she’s having issues with you, doesn’t she?”

“Usually, but I’ve asked them to make sure they at least text me if Meli stops by after our fights just so I know she’s safe… and I haven’t heard anything from either of them so it’s safe to assume she’s not there…”

“I would still cover my bases if I were you.” Lucifer sets his tea cup down as he spies the time, “I’d love to sit here and chat with you all morning but unfortunately I have to get moving. Solaris and I have a busy day ahead of us. Good luck with Melissa- hopefully you find her soon.”

The line clicks off before Satan has a chance to reply, leaving the fourth-born to glare at the device in his hands. “That wasn’t helpful at all.” The blonde dials Asmo next as he heads downstairs to the kitchen where his wife is currently making a pot of coffee for them. She shoots him a curious look when he sets his mobile on the table a little too harshly.

“Meli’s not up in her room so I’m calling my brothers to see if she dropped in on them. Lucifer was no help and Asmo didn’t pick up their phone.” He explains, running a hand through his hair.

Hivites nods slightly before letting out a sigh. “That child of yours- what are we going to do with her?”

“I don’t know,” Satan frowns, “I just wish she wouldn’t sneak out in the middle of the night like this. It’s dangerous for her to be out unattended at that hour… she saw what happened to her cousin when she was out roaming the streets in the middle of the night. I don’t get what would be going through her mind…”

“The one with the missing eye, right? Maybe she’s the one causing this little rebellious phase Meli’s going through.” Hivites sets a mug of coffee on the table for Satan before going back to fix herself one.

“Azalea? No, I don’t think so. What makes you say that?”

“Well, for one, they’re always spending time together along with your other niece as well and it seems like Azalea would be the master of knowing how to spite a parent considering how spiteful the girl can be with her own parents. I just think perhaps some of her more… problematic behaviours are starting to rub off on our dear Melissa, you know? It worries me that she’ll turn into a delinquent the more time she spends with her cousin.”

“That’s a little unfair to blame that on Azalea alone though, don’t you think? We’re the parents, if Meli were to become a delinquent ultimately it wouldn’t be anyone’s fault but ours for improper parenting.”

“I’m just saying that I think her cousin’s a bad influence on her is all.” She gives him a smile as she takes a sip from her coffee. “Whether or not you feel the same is up to you…”

A silence falls over them as the blonde contemplates his wife’s words. He picks his phone back up and dial’s Mammon’s number, hoping he’d at least have the decency to answer unlike Asmo.

And he does, answering with a very out of breath “Yo.” Satan is a little taken aback by the greeting.

“Umm, Morning, Mammon. Did I call at a bad time?”

“No… no, not really,” the second-born answers still out of breath, “I was just out chasing down some runaway souls in Hell. I’m just really… out of shape from what I used to be. Why?”

“I was looking for Meli. We had a fight last night and when I went to wake her up this morning, she wasn’t in her room but I guess since you’re down in Hell, it’s safe to assume you don’t know if she decided to drop in on you and Arella.”

“Yeah, no. You’d be better off just callin’ ‘Rella to see if she’s there.”

“Alright, thanks. Keep an eye out for her once you get back please.”

“Will do.”

The line clicks off on Mammon’s end and the wrath demon moves on to his next contact.

・・・〆・・・

As the morning goes on and each call to his brothers and eventually the parents of his daughter’s friends turns up empty handed, Satan can’t help but feel worried. If she wasn’t with any of their family or any of her friends, where could Melissa have gone? Part of the demon wants to contact authorities and open a missing person’s case but another part of him wants to wait the day out, see if she just comes back on her own.

What if something happens to her? is the nagging thought in the back of the Avatar of Wrath’s mind. He just hopes she turns up soon.

・・・〆・・・

Two weeks later

“That had to be the single worst experience of my life,” Melissa groans out as she lays on the ground. “I can see why everyone prefers to leave the Devildom via portal. That trek through the layers of hell fucking sucks.”

As she sits up, the teen brushes some of the debris from her hair. She’s never felt so tired in her whole life. Her brown eyes drift to the bright blue sky of the human world as she lets her body soak in the sunlight.

Where in the human world even am I, anyway…?

・・・〆・・・

To be continued (eventually)

[totally-original-artist]

Hey so uh about the pet au-

I just got the idea that demons can shapeshift a bit to make themselves smaller, bigger, and alter their animalistic features to present as another animal than what they truly are

Nearly all demons nowadays don't show the features they were born with and some will make themselves be an entirely different species just to fuck with their owners even if it isn't good for their biology (they don't get the right food or eat something they shouldn't (but that's super rare in itself and only appears in abusive homes))

If yours begins to trust you they will slowly let their actual features out as a sign of comfortability and some will shift themselves smaller (if it doesn't strain their body) for more cuddles (Mammon and Asmo)

Rehomed

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you? read it?? and wrote something?? for me??? 🥺👉👈

Ok but I really like this idea!! Beel being kept as a guard demon! He sees the way other people interact with their pets every morning, hugging and petting them, but his owners try not to touch him too much because of the wings he has. They're disgusted by them and even attempt to paint over it to make it look more 'beautiful', this breaks his heart so much. So Beel tries desperately to look more like a cat or dog, straining his body everyday and holding that appearance for hours. It doesn't take long for him to get ill, his body just can't handle being different from its original state for so long. But Beel still tries to push through, since the only time his owners genuinely smiled at him was when he looked cute. His sickness eventually leads to him being given away.

After you take him in he's still a little weary about turning back, and he doesn't want you to see his 'disgusting' side, so he keeps up the cute cat/dog look. You notice his health is declining and you frantically try to help him get well but you're not sure why he's sick. Beel slowly comes to see just how much you cared for him, he sees that you're terrified you might lose him. One day while you're just about to make a call to the local vet, Beel comes up to you. Curling up into a ball in your lap you see his facade slowly slip away, his animal ears disappearing and his tail too, replaced with a pair of shimmering, insect-like wings. He sighs, finally able to relax after so long and falls asleep against you. He didn't want to see the look on your face, he was too scared for that, but the fact that you didn't push him off immediately probably meant something good. You place a gentle hand on his head and watch him shrink a little to better fit on your lap. You didn't understand why he kept up that look for the past few days but you're glad he felt comfortable enough to be this close to you now.

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Also, Lucifer being kept as a show pet for his beautiful black feathers and the gorgeous gem on his forehead but he hates his owners and just turns into a different bird (like say…a common pigeon). He loved seeing the look of shock on their faces, loved it when they whispered to each other about him. He didn't understand anything they said but it was clear it was getting to them and that's all that mattered. Eventually though, the shock turned to anger and he'd be punished; starved, isolated, and taken to multiple vet visits where he'd be poked and probed in an attempt to understand why he was 'acting up. So he'd stop. He'd stay as the beautiful little pet they bought just wishing for them to let him be.

By the time he comes to your home it's been engraved in his head that he had to stay obedient or he'd be punished. You watch as Lucifer behaves like a good little demon at your house. Doing exactly what he's told and even helping you with some small chores here and there. You notice though that he never really formed a bond with you, it felt more like he was some sort of soldier following your orders. One day he messes up, Lucifer feels the end of his shirt get stuck on something on a table and he pulls in an attempt to free it, but the table moves, knocking down the cup of water you had left on it. Lucifer's heart drops, he didn't want to be punished, he'd been so good so far how could he mess up now? He desperately runs and fetches the washcloth and wipes like his life depends on it, hoping that you hadn't heard anything but is quickly disproven. As he hears your footsteps approach he feels his heart race even more, he's terrified of what you might do if you found out he had screwed up but he didn't have time to clean it, so he flees. He runs to the storage room and stuffs himself under an old couch against the wall, his body shrinking to accommodate the space.

All you come back to is the fallen over cup with a wet washcloth next to it and the sound of a door being shut. It takes you a while to figure out what might've happened but once you realize you immediately head over to the storage room to check on Lucifer. You search for a few minutes before discovering a small silhouette under the old couch and find that it's Lucifer. How’d he get in there? It's such a small space. You try to reach for him but he just presses himself against the wall, completely overwhelmed by fear, but you didn't know that. By the time you realize that he wasn't just scared, he was scared of YOU, you could already hear him sniffling and feel crushed. You had caused this, this was your fault, and one way or another you were determined to fix it.

You try to lure him out with food, but you're not sure what his favorite is, Lucifer always ate whatever you gave him. But you wait there with a pizza bun and a small cup of water in hand, hoping he'd come out once he starts feeling hungry but hours pass and he's still stuck. You place both items down and go out for a while, maybe he'd come out to eat when you're not around? But he doesn't. You come back after a few hours to see the food and water untouched and you can't help but feel guilty. Were you really that terrifying? Did he not trust you anymore? Did he ever?

You spend the next hour trying to coax him out with praises and sweet words. Though he doesn't understand you, it's clear from your tone that you mean well, but seeing your hand reaching for him keeps reminding him of all the atrocities he had to endure in his previous home. Eventually you give up, feeling sleepy you decide to just sleep here just to keep an eye on Lucifer. Bringing out a camping mattress you lay down a few feet away from the couch and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

Lucifer hesitantly takes a peek outside and is shocked to see that you're still there. He notices that you're fast asleep. What surprises him even more is seeing a small hot box next to you with a sticky note that had a badly drawn picture of him on it. Deciding he'd probably want a warm meal once he came out you left it there. Lucifer slowly crawls out of his hiding spot, feeling much braver now that you're sleeping. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens the lunch box, instantly he's hit with a delicious smell. It was a meat dish and still really warm. Having not eaten for most of the day, Lucifer gratefully shoveled it all into his mouth, stopping occasionally when it felt too hot.

Once done with his meal he looks at you. He starts to wonder if you actually did care for him. Maybe he wouldn't be punished after all. You were clearly trying to look out for him, the meal for proof of that, and the fact that you had opted to sleep in this uncomfortably cramped space instead in the comfort of your own room just to stay with him. Lucifer feels himself tear up at the thought of being loved, it seemed like such an impossible concept but all signs led him to believe it, even if it's just a little.

The next day you wake up to a small bundle sleeping by your feet. The demon lay there holding the lunch box to his chest, you watch as he takes steady breaths, sleeping peacefully. You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your face at the sight. Sure the day he fully trusted you was probably far away, but you were more than willing to wait for it.

[twilight-orchid]

How The Demon Brothers React After Fighting With Their SO

tw: some angst with resolution at the end, mentions of past arguments, insecurity.

Lucifer:

This man is petty as hell.

He doesn’t do the silent treatment, but he acts like you aren’t dating.

If you need to work on something together, you’re a co-worker.

At RAD you’re a classmate.

Around the house you’re just a housemate.

His poker face is immaculate and it will not crack when you’re around.

If someone didn’t know what was happening, they’d probably think you two barely knew each other.

However, you won’t notice, but as soon as you look the other way his eyes are on you.

He’s used to arguing with his brothers and is no stranger to explosive fights that end with he and the other person not being on speaking terms.

But you’re different.

He tries to go on with business as usual, but he can’t think about anything other than how much he misses you.

Yet, he lets it continue because he just can’t put his pride aside and apologize.

If you decide to sleep in your old room it’ll both hurt his feelings and royally piss him off.

He thinks you’re being childish and will be pretty rude about it, but that’s because internally his blood just ran cold.

It adds a degree of seriousness to the argument that he’s uncomfortable with.

Yes he’s mad, but he can’t lose you.

If you still sleep in his bed, he makes sure to scoot over to the very edge so he doesn’t cuddle you in his sleep.

In fact, the first night after the argument he’d probably put a pillow between you just to really punctuate the fact that he’s still upset.

I’d say it could go 4 days to a week tops without you making up.

After a point though, he just can’t function until the issue is resolved. He can’t sleep, he’s falling behind on his work, and he’s just generally not doing well.

You get called to his office one night and find him at his desk surrounded by piles of paper, disheveled and exhausted.

“MC, come sit down. I’d like to talk this through. Please.”

Mammon:

He’s so dramatic.

You dare defy him? The Great Mammon can’t believe this tiny fragile human would have the audacity.

The theatrics are just a front though.

His ‘The Great Mammon’ act is a mask for his insecurity, one he hasn’t had to use with you in awhile.

Even as the words leave his mouth he regrets them.

He’s going to be very uncomfortable with everything until the argument is resolved, but most of all himself.

He’s learned not to take his brothers too seriously when they toss insults his way, but words have a way of morphing to belief over time.

Internally he is going to be super hard on himself. 

Regardless of if the fight was his fault or not, he’s going to kick himself constantly for making yet another mistake.

He’s over the argument pretty fast. The anger quickly melts into anxiety.

Are you going to leave him? Do you hate him? Did he hurt your feelings? 

That being said, he doesn’t know if you’re still mad and he doesn’t know how to ask. 

As a defense mechanism, he defaults to how he treated you when you first arrived in the devildom.

Calls you human, disregards you, stuff like that.

If you decide to sleep in another room, before midnight expect him to be knocking on the door.

“Oi, MC. You awake? I just - I can’t - *sigh* Can we talk about this?”

If you sleep in his bed, he makes a point of sleeping with his back to you.

Less because he’s actually mad and more because he doesn’t want his image of you as he drifts to sleep to be a look of anger.

Though as soon as he passes out he’ll roll over and tuck you into his arms on instinct.

I’d say any after effects of an argument with Mammon would be resolved in a day, maybe two tops.

Leviathan:

Arguing activates his trolling the forums mode.

Goes back to calling you a normie and contradicts everything you say.

He’s less mad about the argument and more using the bitterness to cope with how upset he is.

He feels like a break up is less of an if and more of a when.

Why would someone as amazing as you settle for weird otaku like him?

Honestly doesn’t understand why you’re with him in the first place, so when there’s a serious argument he assumes its over.

Tbh don’t know how you and Levi would sleep together being that I doubt two could fit in a tub, but any deviation to your routine sends him into a panic.

It’s his reality check that the situation is serious and he needs to fix it NOW.

He’d have trouble apologizing in person. He can’t think of what to say, he stumbles over his words, and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack.

Instead, expect a long ass text message.

He says how sorry he is, how much he misses and loves you, and legit begs you to forgive him.

If you sleep with him like normal, he’ll probably try to make up after laying there for awhile. His mind is going a million miles an hour and there’s no way he can sleep.

Still really has trouble verbalizing how he feels, so give the poor boy a break and take over the conversation.

He hasn’t had a serious relationship before and he doesn’t know what he should do to make it better.

So the after effects will last however long it takes him to read several mangas, watch some anime, and play a few games to see how the characters get over arguments in the story.

Satan:

Satan makes sure not to fight with you over minor issues.

He’s worked tirelessly to tame his wrath and he refuses to feed into it over a minor issue.

Thus, if you fight with Satan it’s a major argument and it’s explosive.

The aftermath isn’t much better.

He doesn’t want to risk blowing up again, so he’s frighteningly calm.

He’s an absolute master of the silent treatment.

He won’t say a word to you until he’s certain he’s calmed down enough.

For the first few days he’ll straight up leave a room if you enter.

For a good while the only way you can expect to communicate with him is through his body language and the expression in his eyes.

Satan’s biggest fear is losing control and lashing out at you. 

He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you and he can’t stand the thought of you being afraid of him. 

He’s a whirlwind of emotions, so he isolates himself until he can figure out how to deal with it.

Not just from you, but from everyone else too. 

Satan will not share a bed with you for at least the first night.

If he got worked up enough to actually fight, it’s gonna take him time to simmer down.

And he’d rather not risk doing or saying something he regrets in the meantime.

Once he’s ready, he’ll approach you when he’s completely calmed down and has thoroughly analyzed the situation.

He’s considered both of your sides, tried to pinpoint what caused the disagreement to turn into a fight, and made a plan of action to prevent it from happening again.

“MC? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what happened. Would you please talk it through with me?”

He won’t apologize for the argument if he feels like he was right, but he will apologize for letting the disagreement escalate into a fight.

Satan could go weeks without making up if necessary, but he tries to resolve it within a couple of days.

Asmodeus:

Wants to give you the silent treatment, but is physically incapable.

He can’t stand to have you ignore him.

He’s the type to go back to normal then suddenly remembers you guys had a fight.

“Wait, no! I’m not talking to you! I’m mad at you!”

His biggest downfall is that he’s so stubborn.

If he thinks he was right, he will die on that hill.

There are arguments with his brothers that happened a thousand years ago and he could still tell you exactly why he was right.

But with you, he realizes that doesn’t matter too him nearly as much as it usually does.

If it means going back to normal, he’ll forget who’s right or wrong.

If you sleep in another room, he’s beyond offended.

“What?! Well fine! I don’t want you in my bed anyway!”

Laying in bed alone is a different story though.

He can’t sleep. All he can think about is you. Your face when you sleep next to him, your smell, the feeling of his arms around you.

He 100% cries.

Finally goes and knocks on your door with wet, glossy eyes.

“MC? Can we talk about this? I can’t get my beauty sleep and my tears are wiping off all of my skin care lotion!”

Will throw himself into your arms before you can answer.

If you sleep next to him still, he rolls over and watches you sleep.

It puts him at peace and he decides seeing your sweet, resting face every morning is worth more to him than the argument.

He’ll initiate the conversation the next morning.

I think Asmo could make it a few days if it was a really serious argument, but he will not function well until you make up.

Beelzebub:

Wants to make up immediately.

He doesn’t like to argue, even less so with you.

Whether he was right or wrong, he blames himself. He’ll take all the blame in the world if it makes you happy.

He’ll go make you your favorite food and bring it to you.

If he thinks you don’t want to talk to him, he’ll leave it outside your door and text you to let you know it’s there.

He’s honestly devastated if you decide to sleep in another room.

You guys migrate to your old room when you want privacy from Belphie, but you almost never sleep separately.

Seeing you grab your pillows and march out of the room nearly stops his heart.

He goes completely numb and silent as he just stares at the space you had just occupied.

Like Levi, he thinks this means the relationship is over and he genuinely does not know what to do with himself.

He can’t even bring himself to eat, he just wants to lie there, lost and trying to grapple with his emotions. 

He’s another one who will absolutely cry, but unlike Asmo he will make sure no one knows it.

If you still sleep in his bed, he’s very nervous about it.

He doesn’t know if it’s okay to touch you, what he can or can’t say, stuff like that.

He just lays there stiff as a board not even able to close his eyes.

Honestly the fight would probably have to be resolved before bed. His anxiety just can’t take it.

I don’t think he’d initiate the apology. Not because he doesn’t want to make up but because his confidence is rock bottom in these situations.

He catastophizes and honestly thinks you hate him.

If you don’t initiate the apology soon, Belphie will. He can feel what his twin won’t say, and he knows Beel won’t approach you about it for fear of making it worse.

Belphie will lock you two in a room if that’s what it takes for you to make up.

Belphegor:

The embodiment of if looks could kill.

He won’t talk to you, won’t look at you, basically pretends you aren’t there.

If he must interact with you he’ll roll his eyes and sigh the whole time.

Tries to sleep through any interaction so he doesn’t have to deal with it.

He feels almost betrayed by the fight.

He thought the relationship was stronger than to have such a huge divide, so he’s really insecure about it.

After the first day, the anger has melted away to guilt.

He ‘s not guilty that you fought, but he is guilty about how he treated you after.

Guilt and self-blame have become unwelcome friends at this point. Guilt over Lilith, over his plans to destroy the human world, everything.

But more than anything else, the guilt for the fact that he attacked you weighs on him every day.

He moved past it quickly after, essentially pretending he hadn’t killed you, but that’s because he just couldn’t confront what he’d done. 

He feels like the luckiest demon alive that you forgave him, let alone  opened you heart enough to love him, and now it’s all in tatters.

Another thing to regret.

If you decide to sleep separately, it’ll hit him like a bag of bricks.

“You - what? Where are you going?” 

It’ll take him a second to process what you were doing, but then he’ll roll over and let you leave.

“Fine. Don’t let the door hit you.”

No one will see him for awhile. 

Belphie sleeps all the time anyway, but he just can’t make himself get out of bed.

If you don’t approach him to apologize, Beel will tell you that he’s been nauseous and randomly emotional which must mean his twin is coping very badly. 

Will beg you to go make Belphie happy again. 

If you sleep in his bed still, the argument will be resolved by morning.

He can’t keep himself from embracing you in his sleep, and it’s hard to say you’re mad at someone when you wake up in their loving arms.

It’s hard to pinpoint how long it could last with Belphie. If you don’t apologize first, he won’t let himself be conscious long enough to approach you.

This is both my first hc post as well as my first obey me post so I’m sorry if le boys are ooc. I just got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here we are.  Especially Belphie, he was hard to me for some reason. Let me know if you guys agree or disagree and if you want to send a request or ask, my box is open!