#satan diavolo

[darkleysgarden]

I Don't Understand

Angst | Fluff | Hurt/Comfort | Romance

Diavolo/Satan

2369 words

Satan doesn't understand. He doesn't understand anything at all. His brothers aren't helping him understand anymore. But, maybe Diavolo will.

♡

"I suppose this is obvious, but I've never actually been to the Celestial Realm," Diavolo said.

Of course the angelic Realm had to be brought up. Just the thought of the place made his throat burn, mouth bitter with distaste. And worst of all, that stupid feeling in his chest that hurt. He never understood these feelings, and maybe he never would.

Diavolo continued to speak curiously, "All I know about it is what I've heard from the rumors. Would you mind telling me what it's like there?"

And there it was. Now they would start talking and reminiscing about that stupid place.

He tried his best to contain his anger and hatred. If he didn't, he would just become hated by them as much as he hated them already. And something inside of him didn't want that.

"It's a beautiful place," Simeon, the angel that had arrived that day, started. "Whereas the Devildom is a land of darkness, the Celestial Realm is one of light. It's a land without shadow, overflowing with soft, gentle light."

Satan hated the praise the angel was giving the place. Plus, in the process, he was slandering the Devildom, the only home Satan ever knew. If he could even call it home.

"Huh, the Celestial Realm..." Belphegor said, almost dreamily (fitting as he was always napping around the house). "That really brings back memories."

And now his 'brothers' were starting to get involved. Stupid Realm, stupid talk, stupid Diavolo, stupid Simeon. Everything was just stupid.

Even if his vocabulary sounded childish in his head, he didn't care. Everything just felt so....stupid.

Maybe a year of living was not enough to build a great vocabulary. He would have to work harder and read more.

"Yeah," Beelzebub whispered, stomach growling (even though he was currently eating). "Celestial Realm cooking is delicious. Like all of it."

Leviathan spoke as well, "Listen, Beel, it's fine to reminisce, but could you maybe stop drooling while you eat?"

Asmo, the only brother Satan could tolerate, joined in the ridiculous conversation as well. "The Celestial Realm really is beautiful, every inch of it. Now that I think about it, I guess that only served to enhance my own beauty."

Satan tried not to burst at this, Asmo being involved sucked the most. Yet, it didn't hurt nearly as much as what he said next. "...The Celestial Realm..." He sighed, clearly sad.

Emotions rushed at Satan. Did Asmo hate it here in the Devildom? Does that mean that Asmo hated him as well? Was Satan just that insufferable? Does Asmo lay awake at night wishing that he wasn't here in the Devildom, wishing that he wasn't here in the Devildom with the obnoxious child of a demon, Satan?

Satan couldn't hold in his emotions any longer. He banged his hands down harshly on the table, silverware clattering at the rush. He stood with anger, yelling at the group of demons, angels, and the human, "This dinner party sucks! I can't take any more of this. I'm going back to my room."

Asmo was the only 'brother' that seemed to care, calling after him as he began to leave the room, "Wh- Satan!"

Mammon sighed, "Just 'cause he doesn't know what we're talkin' about, he has ta get all grumpy. Seriously, he's hopeless."

A sharp, unexplainable pang erupted in his chest.

He made it out of the room, leaning against the wall. Then, he just listened.

Lucifer, that bastard, was quick to apologize, "I apologize, Diavolo."

He was taking this responsibility for Satan's actions as if they were heinous. He just wanted to leave before his face became wet with tears in front of everyone.

"Oh don't worry about me," Diavolo brushed off, "I'm not offended."

That shows Lucifer. The bastard apologized for actions Satan committed, despite the fact that they weren't bad at all.

"But I'm afraid we weren't being considerate of Satan's feelings, were we?"

Satan gasped. His cheeks heated up for some weird reason. He didn't know why. His face got hot when he was mad. But he was not angry, in fact, he felt the opposite.

Somebody....cares about his feelings?

Sure, Asmo always seemed to. But that was just Asmo.

This time Diavolo cared. And that was different... for whatever reason. It just.. was.

Mammon spoke up, but Satan was hardly paying attention after Diavolo's comment, still trying to understand his feelings, "Eh, forget about him. It doesn't matter what we talk about - he still wouldn't like it."

"But at least he doesn't fly off the handle and start breaking things, right?" Leviathan replied. "Maybe he's made some progress."

At least Leviathan was acknowledging that much of him. Satan was trying, he really was. It wasn't his fault that he felt this way. He didn't want to feel this way.

"You have a point, yeah," Beelzebub agreed. "When we first got here, he'd yell at us for breathing too loud."

Was Satan really that bad? Is he still that insufferable? He wasn't trying to be bad. Did Diavolo think of him like that too?

"Then he'd fly off the handle and start destroying stuff," Beelzebub finished.

Luke, the tiny Chihuahua-looking angel, had a voice that trembled in fear as he made his comment, "Demons, they... they get angry so easily... it's terrifying...!"

"Well, I'm glad he's been making progress," Diavolo said, and Satan could hear the smile in his voice, the true care in his voice. "It's proof that little by little, he's starting to adjust to his new environment."

Diavolo... is glad that he's making progress? He doesn't know why, but his face started to burn hotter at that comment. His heart started to race. It felt nothing like he was angry, and he wasn't angry. So, why did he feel like this?

In his confusion, he ran up the stairs to his room. He was not going to eavesdrop any longer, something was happening to him when he did. And it all had to do with Diavolo.

Every time he felt like this it had to do with Diavolo. What was the demon doing to him? Was it some kind of curse? Why Satan? Was it because he was untrustworthy?

He groaned as he flopped onto his bed, face hitting his pillow.

Why was everything so complicated? In the one year, he had been officially alive, everything was going awful. He had no control of himself, everybody hated him, Lucifer hated him most of all, and whatever was up with Diavolo.

Why was Satan stuck with this much rotten luck? He never tried to do anything.

Maybe it was his fault that Lucifer declared war and made tons of idiotic decisions during said war. But Satan wasn't himself during that! He was just anger.

And he has always just been anger.

His eyes burned. He hated it when he cried. It made him feel weak. Maybe anger scared the people around him. But he would rather people feel afraid of him than have their pity.

Maybe... he was scared. He didn't know what he felt ever. He was trying to learn, trying to run and catch up. Sometimes he just felt like a child. But he never was a child. And now he couldn't do anything about it. He just had to try and act like an adult, try to be smart, and take control of his feelings. But it was hard, and he had no idea what he was doing.

A knock on the door broke his train of thought.

Right as he was about to yell at whoever to leave him alone, a voice spoke, "Satan, it's me, Diavolo, I'm here to check on you."

Normally he would be offended if people wanted to check on him, yet he did not feel that way this time for whatever reason.

He took a deep breath, calming himself, and his voice, "One second!"

He used his weak magic that was only strong enough to pick up a small object to float over a tiny mirror.

Satan felt the need to look good for Diavolo, even if he did not understand why.

He looked at himself in the mirror, checking his hair, wiping under his eyes, and doing what he could to make himself look presentable and nice for the future demon king.

Satan cleared his throat, raising his voice slightly to be heard, "You can come in now!"

Diavolo walked in with a concerned expression plastered on his face, "Are you feeling okay? I am so sorry for bringing up the Celestial Realm. I know that it hurts not to understand what everyone around you is talking about."

Satan found himself... smiling? "It's alright." When was it ever alright for him? What is wrong with him right now? "It was not your fault that I overreacted."

"No, I get it," Diavolo grabbed his hands.

Satan's face got incredibly hot, his brain short-circuited, and he didn't know what to say in the moment.

"When I was younger, I wasn't allowed to leave the castle," Diavolo frowned at the memory. "I didn't know about the outside at all. Sometimes guests would come in and talk about what they would do outside, and it always hurt. It hurt to know that there was this amazing place just right out of my reach that was amazing, a place everybody loved and held in high regards. Yet, I wasn't allowed to know. I could never go there myself. I just had to listen even when it hurt, pretending like I understood even when I didn't. And even when I knew, even when I went outside for the first time, I didn't experience the same thing or the same place."

Satan didn't know why he was crying, but Diavolo didn't care.

Over his sobs he tried to weep out his side, "That is exactly how I feel. I don't understand anything. I've never understood anything! And it hurts. It hurts so much. And living in this house is pure torture! It's like I'm watching a happy family, no, ruining a happy family. They have all of these memories I don't understand, all of these memories that I was not a part of. Yet, I have to pretend like I was, pretend like I am part of the family anyway."

"Satan, you are a part of the family, I promise you that."

He didn't reply. He was just happy to know that Diavolo cared.

Satan's head lulled onto Diavolo's shoulder, he was tired after crying his emotions out.

Diavolo's hand reached up, delicately wiping away the tears under his eyes, "Sleep well."

Satan's eyes drooped until he did fall asleep.

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When Satan woke up, his initial feeling was to be panicked and stab whoever snuck their way into his bed.

That was until he realized it was Diavolo.

The bigger man was sleeping behind him, hugging him close.

Satan's cheeks burnt again, but he relaxed into Diavolo's arms.

Should he be sleeping in the same bed as the prince? He's read books where sleeping in the same bed as others is bad. Was this bad? It couldn't be. They didn't do anything, and Diavolo seemed fine with it.

He couldn't panic anymore because Diavolo woke up, mumbling, "Good morning, 'Tan."

Once again, his cheeks heated up. What the hell was that called? Was it.... blushing? No, that was a romantic thing. Nothing about this was romantic. Cuddling and sharing a bed were also romantic....

No. This wasn't.....

The way he was feeling wasn't.... love, was it?

No. Absolutely not. He didn't feel love. He only felt anger. He is Satan, Avatar of Wrath. He felt wrath, that's it.

So why did he feel like this? Is this what love felt like?

Remembering himself, he mumbled an awkward and late, "Morning."

"I'm sorry for sleeping here," Diavolo said, embarrassed, yet still not letting go of him. "You didn't seem like you wanted me to leave, and it was getting late...."

"It's fine," He squeaked out.

Diavolo was holding him. That fact was starting to set in.

"It was unproper of me as a prince."

Diavolo sat up. Satan realized then that they weren't under the blankets.

"You look so cute like that," Diavolo said, only to blush when he realized what he had said.

Satan blushed the same, sitting up. "I'm not cute."

"You are when you pout like that."

Neither of them said anything for awhile.

Satan didn't know what to say.

His mind was going haywire until his eyes locked on something. Diavolo's lips.

At that point, he wasn't thinking anymore.

He just leaned forward and pecked Diavolo on the lips.

But, immediately as he did, he jumped backwards, surprised at his own actions.

His hand raised to cover his mouth, blush reaching his ears, "I am sorry."

Diavolo chuckled. Satan hated that he liked his laugh. "It's okay, Satan. In fact, it is more than okay."

Satan lowered his hand, shock in his system.

Satan kissed Diavolo. That was Satan's first kiss. And that means... Diavolo's his first love? He didn't know. Did he need to work that out right now?

Most importantly, Diavolo was okay with it?

"May I?" Diavolo questioned, smirking as he leaned closer.

Satan nodded to the best of his abilities. His brain was dead.

Their lips connected, and in that moment he didn't know what to do. He had never kissed anyone before. And he was never one for romance, so his books never went in detail about it.

So, Diavolo took the lead, kissing him with passion.

Satan closed his eyes, it felt right to do so. And since he didn't know what to do, he did just that with everything, whatever felt right.

And they continued to kiss until they were both panting fir air.

Satan's face was terribly red, and Diavolo's was too.

"Satan, I think I left my nail polish in here when I painted your nails yesterday-"

Asmo had walked in, freezing at the sight before smirking. "Pretend I was never here. I have lube, condoms, and whatever you need! Just text me and I'll snap it over!"

Satan was sure that he died of embarrassment in that moment.

[irzali-imagines]

I fully believe that Solomon and MC just shout ""Wizard Spells"" at each other whenever they're bored. They shout shit like "I CAST MANUAL BLINKING" "I CAST MANUAL BREATHING" "I CAST EYELASH STUCK IN EYE" "I CAST TOTAL TOUNGE AWARENESS"

No real magic is used but a few demon brothers witnessed a "Wizard Duel" between MC and Solomon and got effected by "manual breathing" and fully believe that they are actually casting spells.

Lucifer: What in the devildom are you all up to now?

Mammon: SHH! MC and Solomon are having a wizard duel.

Belphie: I thought MC could only use our magic? Who's magic are they using?

Asmo: Their own!

Satan: They don't have magic.

Beel: Thats what we thought too but look.

-cut to MC and Solomon on opposite sides of the House of Lamentation's living room-

MC: I CAST INSTANT BRAZILLIAN WAX

Solomon: Oh you son of a bitch- I CAST ITCHY BONES!

MC: I CAST KIDNEY STONES!

Solomon: I CAST ENDOMETRIOSIS!

Lucifer: This is ridiculous. These aren't real spells.

MC: I CAST MANUAL BREATHING

Lucifer: *starts focusing on breathing* Wait what

[squeakyducky]

The idea of MC being attached to Solomon after they returned from the other timeline will forever be funny to me. It makes sense after all, there was only Solomon who they could confide and depend on during their time in the past. Just imagine how much everyone will be jealous suddenly seeing their human being clingy to the menace of a sorcerer. Guess who's birthing another avatar of envy.

[temis-de-leon]

Simple signs of affection

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Lucifer: putting his hair back in place right before caressing his cheekbone, reminding him to rest his eyes and offering your company while he's working.

Mammon: putting his sunglasses on him when his hands are occupied while driving, offering him treats and changing the music to both of your likings.

Levi: charging his controllers and his DDD while he's sleeping to have them ready for the next day, standing behind his chair while he's playing and massaging his shoulders.

Satan: knowing how he likes his coffee and making it before he wakes up, hugging him out of nowhere and staying like that for long minutes.

Asmo: taking candids of him while he's distracted because you love him the most when he's himself, putting the back of his collar back in place before classes.

Beel: each of you buying a 2x1 offer from his favourite restaurant and giving him your extra portion, asking him to bend down so you can kiss him.

Belphie: softly brushing the matted fur of his tail while he's asleep, caressing his frown away when he's irritated.

Diavolo: teasing him, saying you'll fight him for the last fry or denying a favor while doing what he asked, exchanging foods because his had pickles and yours not.

Barbatos: preparing and measuring the ingredients before he gets to the kitchen, cleaning the utensils while he's cooking, making his duties a little bit easier.

Solomon: having inside jokes with him about the human world, asking him to tell you a story, telling him a story of yours.

Simeon: being in comfortable silence with him, visiting him because you missed him and because you knew he'd accidentally hung up the phone if you called him.

.

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Main Masterlist

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #190

Sorcerer Mc Introducing their Demon Bf while in his truest form glaring down at the sorcerers who dare to be mean to you-

[whatever-fanfics]

Headcanon that the demons and angels don't have that instinct when somethings wrong.

MC *feels the hairs on their arms stand up*: Somethings wrong

Solomon *feels a pit in his stomach*: I agree

Demons and Angels: What the fuck

*Something goes wrong*

The Demons and Angels: What the F U C K 🤯😱🤯

[books-and-catears]

MC: Solomon...I- I thought you were on my side. I thought we were supposed to protect each other no matter what...

Solomon: I'm sorry MC, but all I ever wanted from you was your powers. And now that I have them I have... no use for...for...

Solomon: *distressed and shaking his head* No I can't do this. I simply can't do this. I'm sorry MC. *hugs them tight*

MC: Solomon it's just acting it's okay. We are just acting-

Solomon: Even at my absolute worst, I cannot even imagine saying such a thing to you, MC! I forfeit this ridiculous dare.

Mammon: Hah! And you all made fun of me for crying!

Lucifer: *on his sixth glass of demonus* It was a foolish dare to begin with.

Levi: *curled up in a ball and shaking with misery*

Satan: *busy punching an already cracked wall*

Asmo: *mascara running down his cheeks*

Beel and Belphie: *jointly hugging a pink sheep pillow tight, looking miserable*

Luke: Wow good thing Simeon and I didn't participate...poor Solomon was practically forced into it too

Simeon: Indeed just watching everyone try and act out such a sad scenario was heartbreaking on its own.

Diavolo: Barbatos, my heart feels rather heavy. I feel like begging for forgiveness from MC on my knees.

Barbatos: I understand how you feel, Young Master. But MC will no longer let me bow to them because it appears I'm overdoing it.

Thirteen: And that's all of them! Goodness not one of them could finish this simple dare of pretending to betray you?!!?

Solomon: Bold words from a person who went tongue tied and started throwing all your happy prank machines when MC pretended to cry.

[zephyrchama]

"Welcome back, it's been a while."

After a long time has passed, how might the Obey Me! demons welcome you home with a hug?

---

Lucifer tries to approach you in a calm and collected manner, but that facade easily crumbles as he gets closer. His pace quickens and his expression melts into an inscrutable blend of emotion. The man is fighting to stay composed.

He pulls you towards him, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have you in his arms. His gloved hands wrap around your back and waist with a secure grip. Your toes brush the ground as his hug lifts you to eye level, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Welcome back, I've missed you."

---

Mammon sprints up with the goofiest grin imaginable plastered on his face. He catches himself at the last moment though, grinding to a halt as a blush creeps over his ears. He wants to be cool. "You sure are a piece a work to keep The Great Mammon waiting."

His arrogant act is betrayed by the many glances in your direction. By the way he's clenching his fist so hard his knuckles are white, and by the way he immediately crumbles into your open arms the second you reach out. He throws his arms around your shoulders and digs his face into your neck. He grips the back of your top a little too hard, as if you might leave again any moment.

---

Leviathan sheds his insecurities and doubts, all negative emotions, just to be able to bask in your presence again. It's a moment he's looked forward to for weeks. He puts trust into the belief that you've also been looking forward to seeing him.

He wraps his arms and legs around you, unconsciously aiming to get as much skin contact as possible. "I've really missed you, you know!?" he half-shouts before burying his face in your shoulder. You fight to stay standing upright. Every little movement, every minor adjustment in posture you make causes Leviathan to snuggle closer until you can't tell where your limbs end and his begin.

---

Satan can't control all of the overwhelming emotions that hit him at once. He grabs hold of your hand, and with a palm on your back he pulls you close until your entire weight leans against him. At your touch, all he can do is smile.

"Glad to see you again." The two of you sway back and forth, turning your hug into a psuedo-Waltz. When you look into his eyes, Satan gives your hand a kiss and presses your intertwined fingers against his face.

---

Asmodeus laughs as he barrels into you. "Did you miss me? Of course you did!"

You stumble back several steps yet he catches you before you fall, latching onto your side like a matching puzzle piece. He rubs his cheek over your head, pausing every few seconds to give you a kiss as his free hand enthusiastically traces its way up your back.

Asmodeus is the most reluctant to let go. Making a mess of your hair and clothes only gives him a calculated opportunity to touch you more as he tidies up your appearance. His caress lingers over your collarbone and around your ear. His fingers brush against your mouth, which he then brings to his own lips.

---

Beelzebub falls to his knees, relieved to see you return safe and sound and glad to be by your side once more. His arms curl around your hips. He noses his face into your chest and looks up with a content smile as he greets you, "welcome back."

You lean over to return the hug, running your hands through his hair. You don't expect Beelzebub to stand, picking you up in the process. You steady yourself on his shoulders as he rises, his violet eyes not wavering from you for a second, tempting him to steal a kiss.

---

Belphegor wraps his arms around your shoulders and practically falls on you. He doesn't seem concerned that you're sinking to the ground. In fact, he's so preoccupied with cuddling up to you that there's no way to avoid sitting on the ground with this demon on top of you.

He curls his body around your legs. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he slowly exhales, "welcome back." He's awake, but nothing will stop him from pretending to be asleep as his grip strength loosens and his face trails down your body.

---

Diavolo laughs amicably as you approach. He wants you to come to him, and is so thrilled to have you back. He bends down to latch his arms under yours and swings you around, sweeping you off your feet as you twirl two, three times, then slow to a stop.

"How have you been?" In due time he wants to know everything, and hear all the stories of your time away in detail. For now, he's got you locked in a bear hug. You feel his lips brush over your hair as he lightly swings you back and forth.

---

Barbatos' hug is the most restrained. It's simple and polite. At first he was content to just greet you with a gentle handshake and loving gaze. Though, when you request a hug, there is no way he can say no.

He extends his arms around your back, gives you two soft pats, and hesitates for just a moment before letting you go.

At night that evening as you prepare for bed, you find a note in your pocket that Barbatos must have cunningly slipped in without anyone noticing. It's a detailed letter with everything he didn't get to tell you in person.

[hibiscuslovecandles]

Luuuucifer the human is being mean again >:(

[bluewolfangel01]

I love the unhinged idea that if Mc is angry or dissapointed with the demons, that they would create a circle of salt around themselves and just stay in it

And no matter the immense combined powers that Diavolo, Barbatos, and the Brothers hold, they ain't getting past the salt circle no matter what they do

Salt is the most powerful thing in the Devildom, confirmed

[enbyobeyme]

I think about this a lot... Solomon you menace...

Also not asmo having nothing with his brothers

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

[chirp-a-chirp]

Lucifier: *Struggling to approach MC after discovering his feelings for them* What do I say?

Diavolo: Be yourself! Say something nice!

Satan: He can’t do both.

[squeakyducky]

Things I find cute that the OM! cast would do

- have a picture of MC inside their wallet

Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Diavolo

- associate a character they like with MC

Simeon, Satan, Levi, Mammon

- the type to spam MC when they leave them on read

Mammon, Thirteen

- writes a love story based on MC and him

Levi, Simeon, Satan

- MC's personal space is his second home

Asmo, Belphie

- tell dad jokes

Solomon, Diavolo, Raphael

- likes to cook for MC

Luke, Barbatos, Solomon

- likes to cook with MC

Simeon, Solomon, Levi, Satan

- nags MC like a mom

Satan, Luke

- has an album dedicated to MC in their phone

Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Asmo

[r0t-t1ngxeyy]

You telling me this little shit right here has 13 boyfriends, 1 girlfriend and a son??

[lovetei]

Because you're the lover of the highest ranking of demons and the apprentice of the strongest sorcerer known to mankind, people would think you're dangerous and violent at first.

But in reality, you don't like violence, in fact, you loath it. That's why the angels love you, you know how to protect yourself without causing harm to the other person.

But the fact that makes the angels love you scares the demons and the sorcerer.

That's right, you don't kill, but you cast spells to people that harms you spells that makes them wish you just kill them, that's terrifying.