#satan is my Savior

[garameilanoxsatanicwitch]

None of those! I Proudly call myself a Satanic Witch!

Which witch are you?༻¨*:·.

[lyrichi]

[the bros are all fighting in the background]

mc, watching and eating one of those vero mango lollipops:

solomon, sitting next to them: what did you do to make them all fight like that?

mc: I said I had a favorite

[psalmdivine]

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Something good and right for America

[gara-meila-nox-satanic-witch]

Come to Satan, Accept Satan as your God, your Father, and your Savior!

[tobiasdrake]

Here we go. It's time to talk about my personal fave. As I said before, this is my Main. In Dragon Ball fighting games, this is the character I seek out to play whenever the roster allows. Also arguably the character who's been done the most dirty by just about every form of Dragon Ball, manga included.

The vanguard of a brand new status quo and a brand new direction for what Dragon Ball would even be, washed away by the tides of a status quo resetting to zero.

We're here to talk about the champion of Satan City who carries the spirit of Dragon Ball in her heart: Videl.

(And that is one cookie to @jcogginsa who guessed it.)

Videl was a kid with a chip on her shoulder. I mean. How could you not be? Her father was the legendary world martial arts champion who famously defeated Cell seven years ago.

Don't pay attention to that. He just tripped for a moment. Once he got his second wind, he came right back and showed Cell what for! It was due entirely to Mr. Satan and nobody else that the Earth was spared from the apocalyptic horror that is Cell.

Look, he even said so himself.

Are you gonna call that man a liar? The man who defeated Cell!? I think we can trust Satan's word over yours.

This is the shadow that Videl grew up under. Raised in what had previously been called Orange City, but was renamed Satan City in honor of the world's greatest hero.

Or "Hercule City/Herculopolis" in the versions that edit out Satan's name.

As his daughter, Videl has a perspective on Satan that neither the world nor the audience gets to see: He's a womanizing playboy who cashes in on his world-savior fame for booty.

He also forbids his teenage daughter from dating by putting up the stipulation that any boy interested in her has to be stronger than him, the world champion - A stipulation naturally designed to weed out any possible suitors through intimidation. Wanna date Videl? FISTFIGHT THE MAN WHO DEFEATED CELL.

Oh, but he doesn't teach her a goddamn thing; At least, not anymore, as she does suggest there was once a time when he was her mentor. She's forced to study martial arts entirely on her own because her dad is utterly disinterested in her development in the art.

This is an angle on Satan we never get to see onscreen. Apparently he's pretty shitty about women. You know, I can believe that.

Videl, when we meet her, is trapped in an unenviable position as a martial artist. She hates what the fame of being a legend has done to her dad and wants to knock him down a peg, but she has no foundation to develop her abilities from. The one man who's supposed to be teaching her isn't doing it, and she's been passively discouraged from pursuing more esoteric martial arts because the world champion said that stuff's all fake.

Videl makes for a fascinating foil to Gohan, because they're both children living in the shadows of legendary fathers.

Gohan is expected to be Goku's successor, but wants to live a peaceful life of academia. Meanwhile, Videl is being denied the ability to become Mr. Satan's successor, but craves the opportunity to prove herself.

Nonetheless, both of these kids are prodigies. Videl has a wealth of potential. She doesn't even realize that, despite these limitations, she surpassed her father long ago. Despite being a self-taught teenager with zero comprehension of ki cultivation, Videl hones her skills and developers her art the only way that's available to her: By punching it out with armed robbers in the region.

Backpack Town isn't even her city! She's a one-woman SWAT team for the tri-state area.

As ambitious and driven as she is, Videl is also clever. The anime extrapolates the adventures of the Great Saiyaman into a several-episode arc as Gohan deftly avoids detection by Videl over and over again, but this has the knock-on effect of depriving Videl of one of her best moments.

Because she pegs him instantly. She was already suspicious of Gohan being the mysterious "Golden Warrior", when he tried to use his Super Saiyan form to disguise himself as a superhero.

Which also showed that she was open-minded about the other people who fought Cell. Satan says they were doing a bunch of tricks, but Videl's willing to consider the possibility that there exist people who can turn blond on command.

And then Gohan did this shit.

Because he was raised in the woods by the devil and Goku. Despite trying to keep a low profile, he has absolutely no idea what the baseline for ordinary human ability is.

So. Y'know.

That's pretty fucking suspicious.

Which brings us to Gohan's second outing as Great Saiyaman, and his first meeting with Videl under his new identity. Whereupon she, uh....

Plays him like a fucking sap. It's a great moment that doesn't get its due if it takes several episodes and misadventures for her to reach this point. Videl is exceptionally skilled in the field of paying attention to that time Gohan jumped thirty feet in the air and naturally drawing conclusions from it.

And also his voice and posture and other dead giveaways. Gohan sucks at secret identities.

He's just. So obviously Gohan. There's no way anyone would be fooled by this.

But she's not only adequate at seeing things with her eyes; She's also a legitimately brilliant martial artist in her own right. Due to her upbringing, she's had zero experience with ki cultivation for obvious reasons.

And yet she's talented enough and smart enough to pick up the basics of Bukujutsu in one day.

Oh, don't mind her; That's just Videl making a mockery of Tsuru-senryu by effortlessly devouring their signature technique. This is Goku's first Kamehameha all over again.

She may have started small but Videl learns fucking fast. She has all of the drive and the ambition that Gohan lacks. She wants to be part of this world, she has a ravenous hunger for self-improvement, she's clever and observant, and she picks up concepts insanely quickly.

Videl is fucking primed to be a key player in Dragon Ball's next generation.

...

So now we need to talk about what happened to Videl.

Videl has one major fight in the entire series: Her 25th Tenkaichi Budokai bout against Spopovich.

Which she absolutely dominates. She's stronger, better, and faster than Spopovich. Even the experienced martial artists agree that she's infinity times better than him in every way.

But there's something wrong with Spopovich. He's a decent martial artist, far from the top; He'd competed in the 24th Tenkaichi Budokai and made it through the qualifiers, but was eliminated in the first round. So, y'know, he had no chance in hell against Videl; She's already surpassed Mr. Satan, who won the 24th legitimately.

Uh, by virtue of none of the Kame-senryu or their rivals attending. Mr. Satan is top dog of the same weight class as Pamput from the 22nd.

But, despite being outclassed in every category, Spopovich is also a dead man walking.

He's similar to the Androids in a sense. Spopovich has no ki signature at all, nor does he get worn down by the damage he's taking. This is Vegeta vs. 18 and Piccolo vs. 17 all over again; He isn't feeling the pain from the hits she's landing on him, and so he's able to outlast.

But Spopovich isn't an Android. He's more like a zombie?

At one point, Videl cuts loose and breaks his goddamn neck. Because he's pushing her hard enough that she realizes she needs to go harder, but his body can't take harder. He isn't a match for her. He just. Isn't going down despite not being a match for her.

He can't take this level of force. But he and his ominously vacant absence of ki can put his head right back where it was and continue the fight, no problem. That's honestly scarier than if he'd regenerated.

Also despite not even having the barebones ki signature of a normal person, Spopovich can perform Bukujutsu and fire ki attacks.

Which a fighter of his meager ability shouldn't even be capable of.

All of this adds up to an unwinnable fight for Videl and the setup to... Something. This match has been criticized pretty heavily in the fandom because it gets pretty gruesome and doesn't have a payoff.

We've seen fights go fucking bad for our heroes before. Piccolo once broke all of Goku's arms and legs as well as shooting a hole in his chest, right here in this same arena.

But it's typically building to something. When our heroes get trashed, it's the lead-up to a reversal down the road. Maybe in the same fight. Maybe in a later one. And we seem to be heading in that direction?

After Spopovich and Yamu leave the tournament, we get VIdel a Senzu and she's right as rain.

Spopovich and Yamu steal energy from Gohan and fly off to Babidi's Ship so they can awaken Majin Buu. Kaioshin recruits the various protags to make that not be a thing that happens. And then. Something switches in the narrative flow of this arc.

You can feel it happen.

As our heroes prepare to pursue Spopovich and Yamu, Videl volunteers to join in as well. She's had her eyes opened to a whole new world or possibilities and is hungry to develop her abilities.

And. Then. One chapter later. It's suddenly decided that Videl will not be a part of this storyline after all, and she basically leaves the plot forever.

WHOOPS! Never mind! Didn't want this character here after all. Go home, Videl.

While her adversary Spopovich is unceremoniously unwritten from being a thing that exists.

Babidi just. Kills him. For no reason. Even though his job isn't done yet. Babidi's like, "Oh good, you collected a fraction of the energy we need; That's fine, you can be fired. I don't need anyone to finish the job."

We're just. We're not telling that story anymore. We already threw Videl in the trash; we don't need her nemesis. We're doing a different thing.

Also, because we still have too many characters in this scene, Dabra erases Krillin and PIccolo with magic spit that never comes up again or is meaningful in any way.

You'd think this would be, like, setting up something? Like. Having witnessed it ahead of time, Gohan's able to figure out something about the way Dabra's spit works. So when he fights Dabra in a climactic battle, he can turn this around.

Like when Goku was able to counter Tenshinhan's Taiyoken/Solar Flare in the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai, because he'd seen it before and understood how it works. That's usually what Dragon Ball does with this sort of advance notice of opponent abilities.

But. No. The most this ever comes up again is that it momentarily costs Gohan one of his gloves. It's just here to winnow down the cast because Toriyama brought too many characters to this scene.

You can feel the burnout taking hold. As janky as the Android arc was, the Buu arc's level of jank is through the roof.

And that became it for Videl. Denied any sort of payoff for her one fight and instead relegated to background character, Videl never got a chance to live up to the intriguing potential she was introduced with. She was the face of a new direction for Dragon Ball, a direction that ended up strangled in its crib as the series reverted to old ideas and old formulae - strangling her along with it.

Videl is a character I look at and can't help but wonder what could have been. What could have been if Gohan got to keep his focus, and Videl got to remain a key player in a story about him? What could have been if we got to see Videl developing her skills at the same fever-pace that she learned Bukujutsu with? What could have been if she got that rematch with Spopovich she seemed to have been promised by the narrative, and then got to stay involved throughout the Buu arc?

But I guess we'll never know.

[some-bunniii]

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[concretecultist]

Sacrilege

summary: being the daughter of a Pastor meant your life was the Bible through and through. Noah being the son of the choir director meant that even though he rejected the faith, he still showed up. You’ve known Noah all your life and always tried to get him right with Christ so he wasn’t predisposed to an afterlife of eternal damnation. What you didn’t expect though, was for him to begin chipping away at the walls of the only thing you’ve ever known. Faith.

pairing: PastorsDaughter!Reader x Noah Sebastian

warnings: sacrilege, smut, religious themes, corruption kink, unprotected sex, mentions of cult-like behaviors, "kool-aid" incident mentioned, just please beware reading this if this is not your vibe!!

word count: 4.6k

A/N: this is an 18+ blog so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! This is ALL FICTIONAL!!

You and Noah had known each other since you two could talk. He was always the rebellious one, you were the rule follower, you had to be. Your father was the Pastor of the Concrete Commune of Christ.

Coining its name based off of how "solid" the community’s connection to God was.

But even concrete can crumble.

“Have you changed your ways yet?,” You question him, “I grew up with you, Noah, I really don’t want you to go to hell,”

“Oh, Dove you’re gonna go to hell too,” he smirks, all of this was a joke to him. He has made it clear to everyone in the commune, from a young age, how he feels about religion but they let him stay in hopes that the 28 year old will one day accept Jesus as his Lord and Savior.

“No I’m not,” you shriek, “I’m a follower of God, I live by the book,”

“You live by the book huh?,” he plucks the collar of your shirt, “Deuteronomy 22:11, ‘ye shall not wear cloth combining linen and wool’… your little sweater with the mock collar is a sin,”

“Leviticus 19:28,” you eye his tattoos, any time you two were near each other, it was a banter like this. Noah found it amusing but you were serious. You cared about everyone in the commune, you wanted them to make it to Heaven.

“I’ve made my peace with knowing I won’t make it to those pearly gates,” he gets closer, “If I did it’d probably be to spit in your God’s face and dethrone him,”

“Noah, that’s blasphemous!,” you gasp, “W-what… what is wrong with you?,”

“Your God makes no mistakes right? So he made me this way”

“Satan really has his claws in you,” you give a shaky breath.

“He’s a cool guy,” shrugging as if it were a normal statement, “He’s not as uptight with the rules to brainwash you all like cattle,”

“It’s not brainwash! This is the way. The word of God is the true light,”

“Why do you think he’s called the Shepherd, Dove? Because you’re all sheep. None of you think for yourselves. It won’t be long before your father is feeding you all kool aid and you all commit mass suicide,”

“You’re real nasty you know that?,” How dare you he question your faith. Your faith is all you’ve ever known and as far as you are aware, it's the reason you wake up every day.

“Oh baby you haven’t seen nasty. I can show you though,”

“I cannot commit sin as freely as you,” the disgust written all over your face, “I cannot commit sin with a clear conscience,”

“So repent,” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, “What did your Lord and Savior die for if you don’t sin? You really want him to have died for nothing? Up on that cross with nothing but a sponge of vinegar in his mouth. You really want to be that ungrateful and not appreciate his sacrifice?,”

He gets closer to where he’s whispering in your ear. He’s so haunting, so… unholy, you question how he doesn’t burst into flames when he walks through the doors of the sanctuary.

“I can show you a real baptism. I bet you’d look pretty in all white… wet… as you cleanse your soul of the dirty acts you’ve committed”

“W-we… we should really focus on getting the lesson together, Noah,” you scoot your chair away from him and turn back to your bible, “I think the book of Psalms will be a great place to start. We can teach the others about the protection the Lord gives as long as you believe and do right unto others,”

Noah played your little game. Giving you pointers for the lesson. For someone who rejected faith the way he did, he knew the Bible pretty well, better than you actually, and almost no one in the congregation knows the Bible better than you.

That’s what started your time spent together. Your father was wary of Noah, considering his tattoos and his music taste outside of the church but when he saw the way Noah studied the Bible with you, he figured you were a good influence, he figured that you were following in his footsteps and spreading the gospel.

Except that wasn’t the case.

Noah was planting seeds in the garden that was your mind. He sat beside you every Wednesday night and Sunday morning whispering in your ear. Deconstructing everything your father was speaking at the altar.

He was able to plant seeds of doubt so easily and that shook you. How solid was your faith if you could question it in just a few weeks? Maybe the Devil is trying to get you on his side, but you must stand firm. So you pray more, you sit at the altar more, you sing hymns so that the voice of doubt could be drowned out.

But it was proving to be pointless almost, you’d go home every night and find it hard to read the Bible. Finding it hard to believe in a God that let horrible things happen around the world and to innocent people.

How do you keep faith like that?

That’s how you find yourself in the pulpit of the church.

Looking up at the statue of the figure that you called Lord and Savior for the last twenty something years of your life.

“Lord, if you’re listening I really need you to keep me strong in my stance. If you’re really there why is my faith in you wavering? If you’re really up there… why don’t you help the poor? Why do you keep sister Paula in an unsafe situation with her husband? If you’re really there-,”

“No one is listening, Dove,”

He has a teasing edge to his tone. He’s making fun of you.

“No one is up there answering your prayers,” his voice gets closer until he’s sitting beside you, “You’re alone. You’re praying to a voice in your head. You want to know why he doesn’t help the poor? Because he isn’t real. And if he is… then he’s one selfish fuck. Wanna know why sister Paula stays with her abusive husband? Because your father brainwashes his congregation into believing that divorce is something that immediately sends you to hell. Either that or your God is a sadistic voyeur,”

You feel Noah wipe the tears off your face as you turn to look for him.

“There are no pearly gates… there is no eternal damnation. Everything you were taught was to keep you in line. To keep you docile. But I know you wanna be set free, Dove,”

He sucks the tip of his thumb, humming at the taste of your tears.

“Do you want me to open the cage and set you free? Do you want me to show you the real light?,”

“I will be forsaken,” there’s a tremble in your tone. Your wings have been clipped long enough and yet now that you have the option to fly, a part of you wants to stay caged.

“You’ve already been abandoned, Dove,” his spit covered thumb traces over your lips, “I can give you something to pray to. Something that’s tangible. Something you can see… touch…,”

“I can be your God,” he was so close to your face now, so close that his lips were touching yours, you could smell the sweet mint of his favorite gum, “I can make today your judgment day. I can walk you to the light, Dove,”

“H-how? You’re just a mortal like me,”

“You doubt me but believe in a man that rose on the third day?,” he was smiling as if your words were the world's best comedy. The congregation had its hooks in you deep. But it's okay, he'd remove them with ease.

“Noah. I don’t wanna go to hell,” you cried, it was hard to break free of all you were taught

“With me, heaven is the only place you’ll go. Follow me and I can show you the real way. Follow me and you won’t have to live your life in fear. Follow me… and I will show you how a real God treats his followers,”

Before you can answer, Noah is taking your hand and guiding you to your father’s study, locking the door before letting go of your hand.

“Psalm 90:17, what does it say again?,”

You swallow thickly, you know the verse and for some reason it’s not coming out. It doesn't feel right to spew scriptures anymore.

“You claim to know the Bible front and back and can’t recite one of the easiest scriptures?,”

Why was he being so mean? One minute he seems as though he wants to help but the next he’s asking you questions related to scripture, what is his game?

“I do know it it’s just-,”

“Not important enough to remember,” he leans back on your father’s desk, arms folded, tattooed muscles stretching the sleeves of his tight black tee.

“Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us. Yes, establish the work of our hands" Noah answers for you, sarcasm dressing his tone as he throws his hands up as if he's praising, “what does that scripture mean, Dove?,”

“It means… it’s a plea for the Lord to bless people and their work beyond imagination,” you seemed dazed.

“Every night that’s the last thing I speak before bed after I cum to the thought of you on your knees, praying to me,”

“M-Matthew 7:15, Noah… Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves,”

“And you are but a little lamb,” He pushes himself off the desk to circle you and suddenly… he feels like a hawk circling his prey, “I never came to you in sheep’s clothing… you knew who I was from the beginning,”

He was so close now. Whispering in your ear so close that it sent shivers down your spine.

“I had faith you could change. I prayed for you every night, Noah I wanted you to see the light,”

“I am… the true light. I don’t need you to pray for me… I need you to pray to me,”

“I cannot… Exodus 20: 4-5. There are no other Gods, Noah,”

His dark chuckle made your stomach do flips. How is he okay with laughing in the face of God like this?

“You’re forgetting a vital piece of that scripture, Dove,” his hands are touching you now and you find it embarrassing when his grip has to tighten when your knees buckle.

“I am not-,”

“I hate my people worshiping other Gods,” he answers plainly, “Your God admits there are others amongst him. He’s just a greedy…,”

A kiss to your neck makes you gasp, your mouth feels dry as you choke on your saliva.

“Selfish…,” a little nibble where your neck and shoulder meet, “Unworthy prick who doesn’t deserve a lamb like you. I deserve you. I deserve your praise. I deserve to hear you sing songs about me. I deserve to experience the look on your face when your knees ache from being on them so long when praying,”

His hand is under your skirt now, do you push him away? Do you… do you welcome it? What if this is God testing you to see if you’re a true follower?

Will you follow him?

Or the Devil?

“I deserve to be the flesh and blood you devour every first Sunday,”

His middle finger swipes between your lips and there’s an unfamiliar rush that takes over your body.

“Let me show you the fruit I bear,”

You can feel him smiling against your ear as he speaks directly into it. It feels like he’s speaking to your soul. All this time you’ve been praying and it’s been nothing but silence but now… now here Noah is, speaking his word into your ear and it’s taking over your mind.

That’s all you’ve ever wanted, was a voice in your ear with a sense of direction. Maybe the Lord has forsaken you… maybe it’s time to try a new path of faith?

“Show me the light,” you breathe out.

Those were the words he was waiting for. That’s all he needed to hear before he’s turning you around and gripping the nape of your neck to plant his lips on yours in a searing kiss. It was overwhelming, to feel his lips and his tongue and then his hands roaming your body as he sets you on the desk.

“Can I taste you?,” he asks, “Can I taste the sweet fruit you bear?,”

You don’t know exactly what he means by taste you but with the eyes of a lamb, you nod to him.

“I will be a good disciple. Show me the truth and I will follow you,”

The words coming out like projectile vomit. The haze of the confusion and deteriorating faith creates a cast over your mind.

Noah’s hands are slowly taking off your cotton panties, eyeing the string of slick that follows before it breaks its connection to your underwear and lands on your inner thigh.

“So ripe. So fresh,” he mutters as he lowers himself on his knees, “I just might have to worship you,”

It makes your cheeks heat up. All your life, all you’ve known is worshiping something you can’t see. You were taught to be humble and modest and yet here you are… with a heretic on his knees before you claiming he wants to praise you.

A flip switches.

“Show me,” you plead softly, “I wanna know what it’s like to be praised,”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought his eyes turned completely black for a second, but it’s too late now. You’re already committing sin and like Noah said… don’t let Jesus die for nothing, right?

His lips make a path on your inner thighs before they find that string of slick. You feel his warm tongue flatten against your thigh and suddenly his eyes are in the back of his head and he lets out a moan that was devilish, it came from the core, as if he was parched and it was the first drop of liquid he received after a long, desolate journey.

“I knew you’d taste good,”

You’re watching his every move. You can’t tear your eyes off of him. Especially when his mouth isn’t even an inch away from your core. He stared and stared and you were wondering if something is wrong.

So you try to close your legs but he’s not having that. His big hands spread them even wider than they were before, taking in the view.

“My goodness maybe there is a God,” he smirked as he stared at your wet lips, “Back out now, Dove, because once I start, I will feast as if it’s the last supper,”

“I wanna see the light. Show me the light, No- OH!,”

You’re immediately cut off when he finally touches you. His mouth is so warm, he’s getting you all over his face like a juicy peach in the summer time.

You’re gripping the edge of the desk as if your life depends on it and with what he’s doing, it seems like it does.

He’s suckling on your bundle of nerves, his finger tips are digging into your thighs and it feels so good but all the sounds you’re wanting to make are trapped in your throat.

“N-Noah… N-,” you wheeze

“N-N-Noah,” he pulls back and mocks you. He’s taunting you and it brings a wave of embarrassment so bad that tears flooded into your eyes, “Relax. You’re being a good disciple,”

Your eyes flutter at those words as he dives back in. He’s lapping at you as if you have a prize inside and he wants it.

Then you feel it. He’s sliding a finger in and it takes your breath away.

“There we go,” he whispers against your clit, “Tell me when I’ve hit that spot,”

You have no idea what spot he’s talking about. Not until he’s adding a second finger and reaches deep within you and lightly curls his finger.

“Oh! O-oh m-my… goodness!!,” your legs bend and tremble, toes pointed. You don’t know what that is but it feels immaculate.

“There she goes,” He’s got you now. He now has made a mental map of your core. Knowing what makes you cry out, what makes you mewl like a cat in heat.

His fingers are speeding up and your juices are splashing on the ugly carpet of the church office.

You’re committing sacrilege and you know it’s wrong but why does it feel so… right? so… Heavenly?

Your stomach begins to tighten and you need something better to grip on, so your hand flies to Noah’s head, gripping so tight the moan he gives goes straight to your core and before you know it, your body is convulsing and you’re crying asking the Lord for forgiveness for the sin you’ve just committed.

“You’re forgiven,” Noah answers, “Let’s repent, yeah?,”

He slowly stands up and within the light of the rising moon, his lips are red, swollen and glistening. He’s sucking on the fingers that were just inside you and a part of you feels as though it should make you cringe but instead it causes your heart to race and you want to taste his tongue.

As if he can read your mind, his lips are on yours once more and you can taste yourself. It’s not something you’d taste alone, but tasting it on Noah? That’s something you can get used to.

After he pulls away he pulls you off the desk and brings you around to the other side. On the back of the office door is a mirror and above the door is a cross.

“As much as I’d like you on your knees… I have something else in mind that’s far more exciting,” he pulls you back and takes the swiveling chair so the back is against the desk before helping you on it, situating you on your knees and pulling the neckline of your top down so your breasts spill over.

He toys with your nipples with a shit-eating grin, admiring the way your body responds to him.

“Hebrews 13:4,” you whine. The guilt started to creep back in, maybe you should stop, Noah would understand. With the cross staring right back at you, it all started to become too much, “Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled, for God will judge the sexually immoral and adulterous,”

“I am the only God here, Dove,”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you’re back under his spell.

“What God keeps his people from experiencing something so good, so… freeing that it feels like they’re ascending? I am unclipping your wings, Dove. Won’t you fly with me?,”

You feel him poke at your core, spreading the wetness, coating his tip. He just wanted to slide right in but he knew he had to work you up first. His grip on your breast was tantalizing. His tattooed hand in contrast to your skin was a beautiful sight to see.

He was right.

What God kept his people caged from experiencing beautiful sights like this?

“Start praying,” is all he says before he starts pushing the tip in, “I want to hear what you pray for,”

It was a distraction tactic but he couldn’t get enough of your voice. Especially when you pray for the congregation after Bible study. It always made him hard, he always wanted to bend you over the podium and just hear your delusional prayers.

“I..,”

His hand that’s on your breast is now gripping your cheeks and keeping your head straight to the mirror.

“Don’t get shy now,”

“I call upon God, the Father..,”

He pushes in more and it’s not painful but it is a lot to handle.

“God, the Son a-and God, the Holy Spirit,”

With each word he slowly makes his way inside of you before his pelvis is flush against your ass.

He sighs as if he’s been reborn again.

“Keep going, baby,”

“I… I ask that you watch over us. B-bless us with the gift to see another day. Please continue to guide and protect me,”

“You sound so pretty praying to me,”

“B-but I’m praying to God,” You correct.

“Dove have you learned nothing?,” his chuckle was so dark, “I am your God now. Everything you do. Everything you pray for. You’re saying it to me,”

His hips roll and it causes you tremble in his grip. It’s dizzying. Your vision doubles as he begins a pace to move in and out of you.

“So keep fucking praying,”

There was no room to argue. There was no hint of teasing in his voice.

You didn’t want to anger him. You wanted to make him proud.

You had to be a good disciple, right? Prove to him that you’re worthy.

“God, enlighten my mind with truth. Inflame my heart w-with… with,” a gasp is ripped from your chest as his hips snap into you, he’s so deep. It feels like your nerve endings are on fire and it’s hard to think straight.

You hear the mess being created between your legs and its mouth watering.

“Oh God, please,” your head is thrown back and you turn to look at Noah, “What… why does it feel so good?,”

Noah licked the tears that fell down your cheek. Kissing your waiting lips, picking up his pace and he swallows your cries while you grip his wrists that are caging you in that way you don’t topple over.

“I told you I would baptize you. I told you I would show you the light. I told you I’d show you how a real God treats his followers. You’re being reborn again, Dove,”

Your eyes roll the deeper he gets.

“God, please,” a whimper drips off your lips, you call out into the empty office, “Inflame my heart with l-love… enrich my life with a-service,”

Noah’s hand snaked around to your core to add pressured circles to your clit. He was everywhere.

His breath fanning on your cheek, his hand at your core, his cock deep inside, his eyes boring into your soul. His aura wrapped you up in a warm hug. This is what the presence of God feels like.

The tears flowed. This is the first time in a long time you’ve felt the reward of faith. Maybe Noah was a God… a patient God who waited for you to find your way to him.

He has a follower for as long as you’ll live… and maybe there after.

“Don’t forsake me,” you moan, “I need you. I need something to b-believe in. Don’t f-forsake me. Don’t forsake me!,”

It was a prayer that Noah never expected to spill from your mouth with such conviction.

“A true God doesn’t abandon his people,” Noah’s pace was deadly now. His hips clapping your ass sounded like the church drums during Sunday praise and worship. Your moans were more beautiful than any gospel Noah would help direct during Tuesday night practice.

“I will follow you, I will follow you, My Lord,” you reach behind him to grab at his hair. At this point, your hips were moving back to meet him.

“Thank you!!,” a wanton moan escapes you as he adds an intoxicating amount of pressure to the bundle of nerves between your legs, “Th-thank you for… for you faithfulness a-and presence in my life!,”

Most people loved for dirty talk… but this was incomparable. This couldn’t be topped. The little bird of his dreams was singing her tune for him.

Anyone could get off to dirty talk. But only someone as twisted as Noah could get hot and bothered to the sound of the Pastor’s daughter abandoning her faith to pray to him.

He is God.

Your God has been dethroned.

You’re his now.

“I tr-trust you with this day,” your eyes were so glossy that it actually tugged at Noah’s heart, “And all that it h-holds,”

“Fuck,” it was a mix of a moan and chuckle as he felt his cock twitch, “Say my prayer, Dove. I know you’re close. Say my prayer and you’ll see the light,”

He gave you a few moments to enjoy his thrusts with an empty mind. Mouth hanging open, breath hitching, tears falling and eyes rolling.

The beauty of this moment must have been what Peter felt when he saw Jesus walk on water.

“C’mon, Dove. Say it with me,” he slowed his pace down to pull out his phone. He wouldn’t record the action, but he needed to record the audio. He needed this and you wanted to put on a show, wanted to prove to him that he made the right choice.

“You can do it,”

You don’t know if you can. He’s so deep, his fingers are circling at a pace that’s too fast. His lips felt like they were searing an imprint onto your skin.

“Look at the cross and pray,”

He softly turned your head back to the gold cross above the door, picking up his pace once more.

“Our Father,” he begins, coaxing you to speak the words.

“Who art in H-Heaven,” the tears were spilling too fast for you to keep up, “Hallowed be thy name,”

His deep tone was mumbling under your high pitched mewls, creating a lovely harmony.

“Thy Kingdom come!!,”

He's bent you forward now. Hand under your chin, other still torturing your clit.

“Th-thy will be d-done,” the cross was hazy now, you were losing your wits about you. This was too good. It was shameful and it felt too good.

“Keep going, baby. You’re making your God so proud,”

You clench around him and you’d have thought there was a dark entity around you with the way he growled.

“On E-Earth as it is in Heav… en,” eyes rolling, there’s spit dripping down your chin and onto the expensive leather that the church tithes paid for.

Noah was on the edge. This was so sinful, even for him, but yet he smiled as he took in the view of your face in the mirror. So innocent. So… dumb. You really did have the eyes of a lamb, no wonder it was so easy for the church to brainwash you. You didn’t know any better.

But it’s okay.

He’s here to set you free.

“Give us this day our daily bread,” he groaned along with you, “And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us,”

You were almost there. You could see the light. It was coming. This was real. Noah was right.

“And lead us not into t-temptation… b-but deliver us from ev… evil,” you were breathless now. Panting like you were suffering from heat exhaustion.

“For thine is the Kingdom,” Noah interjected, hips not stopping, you could feel your wetness dripping, your stomach was in knots.

“Oh God!,” You trembled beneath him.

“No,” he lightly smacked your cheek, “You can’t step into the light until you’re finished. Be good. You’re almost there. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?,”

“N-no,” you’re sobbing at this point. You can feel it in your guts. He’s stirring you up like brother Jackson’s gumbo. You were so wet. So fucking warm. The veins of Noah matching perfectly within the ridges of your own walls.

“Then finish. You’re almost there,”

“For thine is the Kingdom,” Noah prompted again.

“And the p… the power and the.. the glory forever a-and ever,”

Noah rolled his hips a certain way and pressed harder on your clit and that was your undoing.

“Amen,” he smiled darkly, it gave him a new life purpose to hear you scream and fall apart in his arms while staring at the cross above the door. His stills as he fills you up.

“Oh God!! Oh God, please, please, please,” you’re sobbing, face fallen against the leather chair.

“I’m right here,” he speaks against your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you, admiring the way his cum spills out of you and falls onto the vintage maroon carpet. He figured he should clean it up but then he opted not to.

He turned the recording off and cleaned you up as best as he could before sitting you flat into the chair and holding your face ever so softly in his hands.

“Breathe,” he had to guide you for the next few minutes.

“Am I dead?,” you ask softly. It was the most intense thing you’ve ever experienced. More than when you caught the Holy Ghost during a sermon.

“No, Dove. You’re very much alive,” he kisses your tear stricken cheeks.

“You’ve just been reborn. Welcome to your new purpose. Your new life,”

[gara-meila-nox-satanic-witch]

Hail Lord God Satan!

The completed prayer card 🖤 The affirmation on the back is from Marie Ravensoul's book "At Satans Altar"

Please ignore my terrible handwriting >_< I tried my best.

[fantasy-costco]

The other day my partner and I went to an art museum together. Walking into a particular exhibit I saw this fucking incredible painting. I mean it was technically impressive of course but thats not why it was incredible to me. See, the way the artist chose to illustrate Satan reads from across the room as. Let's say flamboyant. Let's say for arguments sake that this dude is serving cunt. And I'm a dramatic son of a bitch so I, of course, fall to the ground overtaken by laughter. Please remember that this painting is fuck you huge and the first thing I saw in this room filled with priceless centuries old artworks was cunty Satan. Comedic genius for an audience of one. So I'm on the ground and I realize that to any outside onlooker I have just fallen to my knees near tears in front of a painting of Jesus Christ our lord and savior. Jesus is also in this painting btw but that did not register because I was zeroed in on cunty Satan. So now I look like a nut job evangelical and I would be making a scene if the museum wasn't almost completely empty. But I'm laughing too hard to get up. I'm kneeling in front of this painting now. This is where I belong. I wheeze, 'darling.... Darling the boots' to my partner who's looking at other paintings like a normal person. She turns to take in the scene. 'ah...' she says, 'the Chanel boots....'

[mitraclueless]

It's 10/10 and you know what that means?

Asmodeus Debut ✨

Loading Screen

Trying to test my luck, look, I got his artifact

Asmodeus Selfie Prologue:

The Return of Most Dreaded Devil King

Just like any other meeting

Except, all of the kings attended

Glasya spilling the tea

"No one wants him back"

Really? Even the devils of Abaddon?

Seeing all of the devils, in every country being scared of Asmodeus, MC wants a protective charm too

This man is so fucking dangerous omg

MC needs to find Zagan ASAP

Bael explaining why the meeting is important

Also spilling the tea about Asmo & Abaddon like Glasya

3 out of 7 kings present

5 out of 7 kings present

6 out of 7 kings present

7 out 7 kings present

Look who's back, everyone in the room hates him lmao

More Satan x Sitri content? Don't mind if I do

Thank you for the food PB, you've fed me these past few days

Oh shit

"What child?" It's Phenomenon he's talking about

Red smoke?

It was Asmo's ability, anddd he kidnapped MC

A fucking devil prayed for MC's safety to the Lord and Savior

MC is so dead

What you see behind him is his bedroom

Unspoken rizz or sexual harassment?

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

⸸ Savior ⸸

Satan x Fem! Reader (female presenting)

🔞 NSFW. Minors DNI.🔞

Warnings: rough penetration, semi-conciousness, language

AN: Just a little brainrot I've had cookin' in my head and decided to share with the class. As per usual, please pardon any grammatical errors.

That familiar pain. The burning ache.

‘Not again’

You look to your side toward Satan in desperation as your stride slows, your lungs yearning to take unimpeded breaths of air but each time you breath in, it's as if you're inhaling needles and foreign ozone.

“S-satan..” You croak, hastily seeking his attention by reaching for his sleeve, but the attentive king had already noticed. With no Sitri and Ppyong present, the king couldn't be happier. But not so much knowing this phenomenon plagues you and causes you pain. Pain not inflicted by his own hands, that is.

“Your room. Now” He commands with a knowing smile.

He grabs your hand, you shut your eyes, desperately trying to conjure up the familiar space, but alas, your thoughts are repeatedly interrupted by panic. You simply can not take in a good enough breath to maintain your train of thought.

“Y/n, hurry” Satan's stern voice presses. He grips your shoulders, noting the tears pricking your eyes when you open them in panic once again.

“c-can’t” you inhale as sharply as you can to gather any air that would make it through.

You claw at your throat with one hand while holding his forearm with the other in a silent cry for help.

“Shit” Satan frowns, then scans the area quickly. Most buildings are dilapidated and have fallen to ruin. ‘Damn angels’ he thinks, dragging you further down the deserted street in hopes of finding a space untouched by violence. If he had it his way, he'd fuck you where you stood, but that was reckless.

You continue to take in short puffs of air, wheezing now, nearly losing your footing.

Satan steadies you with a protective grip on your forearm, and when you both come to a stop near a darkened alley, he makes an executive decision.

“Fuck it”

It'll have to do.

It's dark and dank. Musty with the smell of dry rotted wood and moldy, wet brick. A stark contrast to the evening's inviting and dusky setting sun outside of the alley. Satan drags you in deeper, avoiding a few leaky pipes, debris, and puddles, continuously on alert to be sure no angels are on your heels.

Once the man is satisfied with a spot closest to a dead-end, the king turns and graces you with one of his signature kisses without hesitation. In the back of his mind, he's unsure if the transfer of energy will work without the proper head space, but right now there's no time to hypothesize.

His kiss deepens when a pained whimper escapes your lips.

He needs to hurry, less he lose his favorite human.

Through your dazed expression you feel the cold chill and rough surface of something hard pressed to your back.

“I've got you…” He murmurs against your lips and presses you closer against the wall, quickly reaching down to undo and slip your bottoms from your hips, the tell tale sound of a belt buckle and zipper of his jumpsuit follows after. Fabric now left to pool at both your feet.

Even in dire times, his human was still beautiful.

With his boxers at his hips, the king hoists you up by the ass, pressing against you, his dick now free and already impossibly hard knowing your most precious space is currently his for the taking.

Using the wall to keep you sandwiched against his broad chest, Satan pistons your pussy without warm-up or warning; relishing in the tight squeeze and slowly moistening flesh fighting to adjust to the intrusion. He'll apologize later…maybe.

“Argh!” A strangled cry escapes your throat despite the innate lack of air, to which a hand comes down over your mouth to quickly muffle the sounds, forcing you to attempt harsh breaths through your nose.

“Easy, little lamb. You don't want those creatures to interrupt our fun, do you?” he offers quietly.

The only response he receives comes in the form of whimpers each time he re-enters, those red eyes keeping you locked in a dazed trance.

The demon thrusts harshly upward, forgoing a lazy pace and opting for one that's sure to leave your insides bruised. His large hand grips your ass, while his other moves from your mouth to hold your thigh, guiding you up and down.

While the blooming pleasure feels incredible, it's nearly drowned out by your lack of air supply. The energy isn't being absorbed fast enough and your vision starts to go dim. You claw at Satan's shoulder, breaking skin in an attempt to stay grounded and push through the fog, but the tightness in your chest is nearly unbearable.

“Stay with me, y/n. Fuck…you feel so good…That's right, abuse my flesh. Use me!” Satan muses through clenched teeth and pushes in deeper, digging his nails into the soft fat of your ass.

Your body feels like jello. You feel as though you're underwater. Your eyes begin to roll, practically a limp, play-thing in the demon's arms, and it only spurs him on.

The demon shifts his hips in a way that manages to prod against a more sensitive spot deep within your pussy, pushing out another strangled cry from your near empty lungs. His lips connect with yours again to swallow the sound.

“Look at my little human. At the presepist of death, yet drunk off the delicious burn of pleasure…” he coos near your jaw as it goes slack in a silent scream. Your head weightlessly pulls to the side just a bit, only to be yanked back upright abruptly by the chin.

“Look at me, y/n. Hey…HEY. Focus” he taps your cheek a bit rougher than intended, but it brings your fucked out, panicked eyes back to his face.

God, you were gorgeous.

Terror and bliss playing tug of war with your features, and his heart. Fervent groans of both pain and ecstacy continuously escaping your throat. He wished he could take a picture. To freeze the expression on your face in time.

To show you…to tease you…

To piss you off.

The thought of your rage upon seeing yourself in such a vulnerable state of disarray had the demon's eyes crossing slightly, tongue lapping out and dripping with saliva into the space between your bodies. His dick engorged further as he envisioned the twisted, raw anger in your words as you scolded him for his behavior.

A bit of liquid dripped down the side of his face and over his cheek. He licked it away greedily when it reached his lips; the taste salty and familiar - his horns were leaking. He felt heavy against your walls, his balls clapped rhythmically against your ass cheeks to the beat of each relentless plunge within. You were so wet around him, for him, and it only increased the faster he moved. That's a good thing. It meant you were still alive. You were still his.

Despite your slowly deteriorating state, the king could feel the needy squeeze of your pussy keeping him locked deep inside - you were close.

“Just like that.” he breathes, brows creased in concentration.

The muscles of Satan's ass flexed and relaxed, forcing you upward in his grip.

The darkness that licked at the edges of your vision remained, but the familiar burn in your core was smoldering - growing.

“S-satan” you manage to croak again, barely above a whisper. You held on to the wefts of hair on his shoulders like anchors with what little strength you had, managing to catch the glimmer of two crimson, half lidded eyes boring into your face through the glaze clouding your vision.

“Cum for me, little lamb. Let me be your savior. Pray to me. Let me be your God” He grinned above you, face flushed red and wild.

The feeling was damn near torture. Being tugged back and forth between consciousness and a mental, black void that threatened to swallow you whole, but it did not extinguish the growing flame in your gut, nay, it pushed you further; a feeling akin to a taut rubber band.

Satan set a punishing rhythm then, the sound of wet flesh colliding together bounced off the walls around you both. His hips began to sputter, his thrusts slowed to harsh grinding where the tight curls of his pubic hair rubbed deliciously against your throbbing clit.

“S-satan…I..cum-ing!”

The moment the proverbial rubber band snapped was the moment an orgasm so forceful--so earth shattering--rocked through your arched body, and set your senses alight.

Your only warning from the demon was a drawn-out grunt that reverberated deep in his chest and his teeth coming down to latch onto your shoulder to muffle his own sounds.

A rush of hot warmth coats your insides simultaneously, and color bursts forth into your vision; air once again floods your lungs with the deepest of breaths.

In the few moments following, the only thing you remembered was a gentle hand resting on your cheek and the words 'sleep now' being uttered before your world went black.

⸸⸸⸸⸸

“You did so well. But now you need rest” The king had you dressed, as best as he could anyways, and in his arms bridal style heading for home.

Although the transfer worked and he managed to save you, it was hard to ignore the small sense of dread that bottomed out in his stomach seeing you in distress.

The further he walked, cradling your body against his, your breaths now even, he contemplated.

In the beginning, the possessiveness he felt for you had been brought on by territorial instincts nurtured by your connection to Solomon, but the longer he spent time with you, his idea of who you were had started to change.

You were interesting for many reasons, reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on, and both Ppyong and Sitri had taken a liking to you as well, though in a way that felt completely different from Solomon's time in hell.

Did that make him…happy? It's been a long time since he felt an ounce of happiness, depression was unkind like that. But you. Your presence had started to fan those flames. The thought brought a small smile to his face.

“What are you doing to me, y/n?” He asks quietly, sweeping his eyes over your relaxed, sleeping face. An inkling of warmth tingling in his chest.

Satan wasn't sure what was going on, but in that moment, he vowed to be there when you needed him. To stay by your side and protect you.

[gara-meila-nox-satanic-witch]

One can hope that this is not true. Time will tell.

Hail, Lord God Satan!

MARIE RAVENSOUL

If you are a true Satanist then you know who MARIE RAVENSOUL was. She was devote Satanist who had a You Tube Channel devoted in the worship of SATAN. She even wrote a book about Satanism and SATAN. This statement may shock some of you. I found it hard to believe so I checked it out myself and it is TRUE MARIE RAVENSOUL has returned to being a follower of that Enemy of SATAN'S. Yes MARIE RAVENSOUL is now a Follower of Jesus Christ . QUESTION---Does anyone know what happened to cause MARIE RAVENSOUL to turn her back on SATAN and return to JESUS FUCKING Christ??? Please let us hear what you have to say.

[ur-dad-satan]

DiaxF!MC

Distract me!

4.4K words, 18+ MDNI, enjoy <3

(Includes swearing, MxF sex, oral, face painting, r1ding, m1ssionary, etc. etc.)

It was a quiet Friday afternoon in the Devildom; RAD was closed for repairs due to a fight amongst the brothers that resulted in several desks and chairs thrown across several classrooms and a destroyed pillar or two. MC sat in her room bored and alone as all of the brothers were busy; Mammon, Satan, and Belphie were all being punished, Lucifer was punishing them, Asmo was working, and Beel was at fangol practice. MC has texted Levi, but he hadn't replied in over 2 hours.

"Damn, seems like I'm on my own today. Doom scrolling it is." She said to herself and opened some social media app.

Over at the Demon Lord's castle, Diavolo sat frowning at his desk; a huge stack of paperwork frowned back at him. The prince sighed and ran a hand through his soft hair. He was trying to do his work, but his brain seemed to reject the words on the documents as he found himself just staring into space. Briefly, he looked up checking for his butler, who was more like a nanny, then went on his DDD. He needed a break and he knew just the human to help.

*.*.*.*.*.

Dia: MC!! SOS

MC: What!? MC: What happened???

Dia: I need an escape! Please break me out 🥺

MC: Last time I did that, Barbatos lectured me for 3 hours straight after giving me extra energizing tea. MC: You're on your own this time, Young Master

Dia: Please!!! I'll take full blame and everything! Dia: I'll even buy you something from that boutique you've been eyeing

MC: How do YOU know I've been eyeing that old boutique? 🤨

Dia: Now is not the time for me to explain how much you post on social media! Please!! I'm begging you!

MC: Okay, fine. MC: But don't come crying to me when Barbs makes you eat nothing but pickles for an entire afternoon

Dia: Thank you so much, MC!! Dia: And why would you even put that idea out there? 😐

MC: Gonna teleport you to Purgatory Hall. Solomon should be in the lab MC: Wait there and I'll come by to get you.

Dia: Thank you! I can't wait!

*.*.*.*.*.

Diavolo smiled at the little device in his hand and quickly locked the door to his office as quietly as he could and waited to appear in Purgatory Hall. A little while later, MC was ringing the doorbell to the Hall where she agreed to meet Diavolo. After a moment, a white haired man opened the door looking incredibly stressed and irritated.

"Damn, Solo, you look rough." MC said in a joking yet concerned tone.

"Hello to you too, MC." Solomon rolled his eyes and let the other human in before continuing. "I'm perfecting some spells, both for class and for myself. Diavolo isn't helping, but he isn't hurting either; though he did say you two were hanging out." MC explained the situation as they walked to the common room, causing Solomon to grimace at the thought of them inevitably being caught by Barbatos. When the two humans entered the room, Diavolo's eyes lit up in excitement.

"Hello, MC!" The prince said standing to embrace his "savior".

"Hey, Dia." MC said returning the hug.

"Dia?" Solomon asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Mind your business." MC grinned. When Diavolo let go, MC handed him a bag that they had been carrying.

"What's this for?" He asked taking it regardless.

"We don't need anyone recognizing you, and clearly, you don't have any actual casual clothes, so I brought you a pair of Beel's sweatpants, one of Levi's hoodies, a hat and some sunglasses." MC gestured to the literal suit he was wearing to emphasize her point. Diavolo smiled sheepishly and followed Solomon to one of the gust rooms so he could change.

Not long after initially leaving, the red haired man came back; the black cargo pants fit him almost perfectly, and so did the hoodie. He was a bit taller than Levi, so it was a little shorter than it would be on the purple haired demon, so his t-shirt poked out from under the gray hoodie the slightest bit. MC looked him up and down and had to stop herself from drooling.

*A.N. I'm a whore for unnecessary detail so I put the outfit I'm talking about at the end of the fic. I found it on Pinterest :)*

The two thanked Solomon for his hospitality and apologized for the interruption, then left, wandering into town. The two walked around until they found a little ice cream shop and decided to get some. It was a small, empty, shop with only two employees in it, and a small variety of flavors from both the human world and Devildom. MC got a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of blood strawberry ice cream. Diavolo got a similar combination of blood strawberry and chocolate. As the two talked and laughed, the sky turned darker.

After they were done in the shop, they begin wandering the town once more. All was well as the two walk and talk before a drop of water falls on MC's nose. "Oh, shit. It's starting to rain." MC said looking up to the darkening sky.

"Ah, so it seems. I'm still not ready to go back yet, however I know how fragile humans are, and I don't want you to get sick." Diavolo said sincerely and got closer to the human seemingly shielding her from the weather. Something in his voice made something in her stomach flutter just a bit.

"Neither do I. I have a friend who runs a little hotel nearby. Maybe they'll have an extra room for us." MC suggested. Diavolo nodded in approval and extended his hand for MC to take so she can lead him out of the rain that was starting to fall heavier. Their brisk walk soon turned into a mild jog, a light run, and then a full on sprint as the light drizzle turned into a frigid downpour leaving the two soaking wet and laughing at the situation. As they all but burst into the reception of the small hotel, their laughs died down, but their warm smiles lingered.

"MC! And friend! What a pleasant surprise!" The demon said and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Hey Noah! Sorry for the unannounced visit." MC said and leaned over the counter to give him a quick hug.

"Nah, don't be. I run a hotel. I'm used to unannounced guests; they kinda give me my whole business." Noah joked making MC laugh and Diavolo chuckle a bit. MC explained that the duo just needed a room for a little while to get out of the rain. Noah gave them a discount on a nice, secluded room after learning who MC's 'friend' was and threw a wink her way, causing her face to heat slightly and her eyes to roll in amusement.

*.*.*.*.*.

Thirty minutes later, MC and Diavolo were wrapped in the complementary robes and their underwear as the rest of clothes hung up to dry. The two sat close together, warm and cozy, on the large fluffy bed as they half watched a movie. Neither could remember when it happened, but Diavolo's arm somehow ended up around MC's waist pulling her close. As the movie went on, one of the characters said something that made MC giggle.

"That's what she said." Diavolo muttered under his breath almost instinctively. MC's eyes widened in amusement and slight surprise.

"That's what she said?" MC repeated. It took Diavolo a second to realize that he had even said anything; once he did, a light pink gently dusted his pretty face.

"Sorry, that just came out." The prince said sheepishly.

"I didn't think you could make jokes like that, Young Master." MC joked copying the way Barbatos calls Diavolo. He faked a grimace and moved his arm from around MC to gently and jokingly push her face away while he laughed. The human dramatically fell backward and laughed along with him.

"Please don't call me that." Diavolo laughed. MC sat back up and thought for a moment before grinning.

"What should I call you then? Besides Lord Diavolo, of course." MC asked genuinely wanting to know.

"Hmm, I quite like when you call me Dia. It's cute." He smiled a bit at the admission.

"Of course it's cute. It's your name." MC complemented and unconsciously leaned close to Diavolo. A mischevious smirk pulled at the corners of the demon's lips and he got closer to MC before speaking again.

"Are you flirting with me, MC?" Diavolo asked in a teasing tone. MC, not backing down, put her face impossibly closer to his, but didn't allow them to touch just yet.

"So what if I am, mister prince? Would you order me to stop?" MC matched his energy. The two stared in each others eyes for what seemed like hours, but was just about 10 seconds, as the air became thick. "So, what happens now, Dia?" MC asked putting seductive emphases on his name.

"What do you want to happen?" Diavolo responded; though he already knew the response, he wanted MC to say it. He needed to hear it from her mouth on the miniscule chance that he was wrong so he didn't fuck this up.

"Kiss me." MC said lowly. Almost instinctively, one of Dia's hands cupped the human's face, and their lips met. MC leaned into the touch and she put her hand on Diavolo's thigh. He let out a small sigh, and placed his other hand on the small of MC's back, pulling her closer. While the two made out, their robes got looser, Diavolo's underwear got tighter, and MC's panties got wet. Without breaking the kiss, MC straddled the red-haired prince sitting just shy of the growing bulge under his robe and putting her hands on his face. Diavolo moved his hands to MC's thighs, kneading them - moving closer and closer to her ass. They keep kissing, but before long, Diavolo can't help himself; he pulled MC so that she was flush against his chest, his hands were on her ass under the robe, and her crotch was pushing against his.

"Someone's handsy." MC teased against his lips. Diavolo let out a low, breathy chuckle before kissing down her neck and squeezing her ass again. The combined slight pain and pleasure of his nails digging into her skin made the human bite her lip to stop from moaning.

"Well, can you blame me?" He said against MC's skin. The vibration of his voice against her skin made her shiver. As the prince kissed and licked messily on MC's neck, one of the human's hands slid down his chest, to untie the robe; she guided it down his arms so it would expose his chest. She ran a hand down his chest, eliciting a light moan from him as her fingers grazed over his nipple. He roughly squeezed MC's ass, then pulled her underwear up to expose more of her ass cheeks. MC sat back to look Diavolo in the eye; his eyes we're slightly glossy in pleasure and he just looked so fucking good. MC gingerly untied his robe, and placed her fingers on the waistband on his boxers before speaking.

"Is this what we're doing, baby?" MC asked before going any further.

"I hope so; no pressure, of course, sweetheart." Diavolo said genuinely and moved his hands from her ass to her waist to further prove his point.

"I was just making sure." MC said and started to kiss and lick Diavolo's neck before sticking one of her hands past his waistband and gripping his hard dick, making his breath catch in his throat, followed by a low moan seeping from his throat. His hands moved back to MC's ass, squeezing and kneading once more as the human worked her magic. It took no time for the prince to become a flushed, aroused mess, and he thought he couldn't feel any better until MC's hand that wasn't stroking his dick, started playing with his nipples making him gasp and squirm lightly.

"Fuck, MC." He moaned breathlessly. If he could get harder, then he did and MC's pussy only got wetter, slowly soaking the fabric of her underwear and getting on Diavolo's. The red-haired prince couldn't help himself and started to play with MC's pussy over her underwear making a moan bubble up from her stomach.

"Holy shit," she said against his skin, and bit down right below his collar bone. It was like all of the man's reasoning ceased functioning in that instant; after his eyes finished rolling a bit, he pulled the robe off MC and threw it somewhere in the room. MC followed suit, and pulled his robe the rest of the way off of his arms, letting it fall to the bed, and kept touching and biting him.

"MC, I need you," His words were cut off by a moan. MC smirked and kissed Diavolo on the lips, kneaded his chest, and played with his nipple. "A-ahh, f-f-fUCK. I need you in my mouth." He forced out and gripped MC's hips. MC chuckled, moved her hands to hold his face, and started kissing him deeply on the lips. Her tongue plunged into his mouth as she took in his taste: the faint flavor of ice cream and heat.

"Is this what you meant?" MC asked faux-innocently against his lips. Though her eyes were closed, she could tell that he rolled his eyes from the smirk she could feel pull at his lips.

"Honey, you know that's not what." Diavolo replied desperately yet amusedly. MC let out a small giggle and pulled back looking the prince in the eye.

"Lay down for me." MC pretty much commanded, which the red-haired prince followed almost immediately. Diavolo hooked his fingers in the top of MC's underwear and helped her out of them. Instead of normally sitting on his face like he expected her to, the human, now naked from the waist down, turned and sat on his upper chest facing away from him and began to pull at his boxers to take them off as well. He lifted his waist to allow MC to strip him as he pulled her waist up to his mouth so he could eat her out.

Diavolo's mouth went to work; licking, lapping, sucking, and tongue fucking MC's wet cunt. As he messily ate her out, MC sucked him off. Her head bobbed, and her tongue licked and ran up his length and over the head. The room was filled with the sounds of the two moaning, heavily breathing, and wet slurping. Diavolo wrapped his arms around MC's thighs to keep them open and gently dug his nails into her lower back making her moan around his cock. MC's warm, wet mouth felt so good around Diavolo's hard dick that his hips seemed to have a mind of their own. He planted his feet on the bed, and started thrusting his hips up into MC's mouth; he started slowly, careful not to hurt or choke the human, but fuck was his control slipping. It wasn't long before MC pulled off of his cock with a pop and clearing her throat to speak between moans.

"Dia," she started. "I w-want to fuck you... so bad." MC said while still pumping his dick to keep him hard. Diavolo only responded with a moan and a squeeze to her lower back before pulling away and letting go of her legs. MC readjusted and let Diavolo sit up with his back against the headboard. The human removed her bra so they both were completely nude, then sat just shy of his dick once more.

"Are you sure you want to go further, Dearest? I don't have a condom or anything." Diavolo said. Obviously, he wanted to have sex with MC, but he needed to make sure she 100 percent wanted to; an 'enthusiastic yes', as he had once heard it called. MC leaned in close, almost letting their lips touch, but not quite.

"Fuck yes." She said lowly, yet certainly. Before she could lean in, Dia closed the gap between their lips, capturing her in another heated kiss. MC placed one of her hands on Diavolo's chest, while the other hand stroked his cock again. The demon moaned and moved to kiss and suck on MC's neck. The human's breath caught in her throat as a small sharp pain emitted from the base of her neck; unconsciously, she tilted her head in hopes he would bite her again, before adjusting to hover over the prince's dick. "Is this how you want me, baby?" MC asked seductively, looking for permission as he had not long ago.

"Absolutely, my darling." Diavolo said as his signature black, red, and gold accented horns and wings appeared almost instantaneously. His pretty yellow eyes deepened into a radiant, almost sparkling, gold and his hands found their way to MC's waist and squeezed gently yet possessively as she slowly slid her soaking wet cunt onto Diavolo's hard cock. They both let out a shuddered moan, MC threw her head back, and Diavolo let his eyes flutter closed; clearly, they no longer cared about being quiet.

After taking a moment to adjust to his size, the human started to move. Up and down, up and down, squeezing, taking him deeper, leaning her body closer to his so he can bite her once again. Constantly moving, heat prickling her skin threatening to start sweating, and moans and swears bubbling up from her stomach leaked from her pretty mouth. Dia's hands guided MC's hips to the perfect speed for both of them as his face got warmer and warmer. He continued to suck and lick MC's skin, being much more careful with his teeth knowing how sharp they can be while like this.

As if she was weightless, Diavolo flipped the two of them over so that MC was on her back and he was kneeling on the bed in front of her. With a lustful smirk on his face, as if he had just gotten a great idea, he pulled MC to the edge of the bed and pushed into her once again.

"Fuck!" She moaned. The prince moaned in response and leaned down to kiss her lips.

"You're so fucking good, pumpkin." He complemented against her lips. His thrusts became slower, more deliberate, as if he was making sure this lasted as long as possible. MC let out a breathy giggle between soft moans causing Diavolo to amusedly move his face back to look at MC. He face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and a thin layer of sweat now coated his beautiful skin. "What's so funny?" He asked sweetly and slowed down even more.

"Nothing, I've just never heard you swear before." MC said looking at him with lidded, lust filled eyes. The red-haired demon let out his own small laugh and something he hadn't really paid attention to before caught his eye.

"Well," Diavolo started, then grabbed MC's face by the chin- his large hand so soft against her skin- and guided her gaze to a mirror to their right. The sight was unlike anything MC could have ever imagined; of all of the times she's fantasized about being with anyone, this was a thousand times better. "I've never seen you like this, my little lamb." Diavolo said and began kissing MC's neck once again, watching her face contort in pleasure and her eyes struggle to stay open and not roll back and shut. Fuck, she was so much more gorgeous than he had ever thought; he'd never be able to look at her like before again. Her beauty, he scent, her moans, the way she felt in his arms, it was utterly intoxicating. Absentmindedly, he started to fuck her faster than he was before, and with the speed, came the force. The sounds of skin slapping and their moans was better than any cursed record either of them had ever listened to, or would ever listen to. As the pressure started to build in MC's abdomen, her moans got more needy and desperate, and her nails dug into Diavolo's sweaty back.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," The human moaned as she neared and toppled over the edge of her orgasm. The prince slowed his hips but kept the same amount of force, making MC moan loudly with every time his skin hit hers. As he kept fucking her, getting close to his own orgasm, he noticed the creamy white cum gathering on his dick and it turned him on an immeasurable amount more making his orgasm come faster than he thought it would. He pulled out of her and moaned as his own hot, white, sticky cum painted MC's boobs and face.

"Shit!" He exhaled sharply as he rode out his orgasm and MC licked some of the cum off of her face, swallowing what she could like it was life saving.

"You're fucking amazing." MC complemented out of breath. In response, Dia just kissed her, the smirk evident on both of their faces. When he did pull away, he took a moment to admire her and how utterly filthy she looked with messy hair, hickeys on her chest, and covered in sweat and cum.

"You're one to talk." He smirked and got on his knees. He wasn't quite finished just yet.

"What are you doing?" MC asked opening her legs a bit to see where he was.

"First to cum, last to cum." He said simply and propped MC's legs on his broad shoulders, spreading them further. Before MC could ask what the hell that meant, Diavolo had gone back to work eating MC out. Her breath caught as her body seemed to move on its own; her head fell back down onto the bed, her back arched dramatically, one foot's toes curled while the other's pointed, and her hands went from covering her face to Diavolo's horns making him moan as well. Since she was still so sensitive, and Diavolo decided to play with her clit, MC ended up cumming very quickly and very loudly, pulling Diavolo by the hair to get him as close as he could physically be and trembling with pleasure.

"Holy shit, Dia! I don't think I've ever cum that hard." MC said in a breathless laugh. Diavolo laid across the bed next to her and placed his and in one of her still shaky hands. He laughed lightly, then kissed the back of her hand.

"I couldn't help myself. You taste so damn good." He complemented still flushed. As the two laid next to each other hand in hand, a comfortable silence washed over the room. Once they had completely caught their breath, Dia helped MC into the shower and acted as her support because her legs were no longer shaky, but definitely weak in a good way. As they were putting their now dry clothes on, they heard the door open and saw the worst thing come into the room. Barbatos stood in the doorway with his icy glare and completely calm expression on his face. Despite his demeanor, they could both tell that he was pissed at them by two very key things: 1). he was in his demon form, and 2). they could feel the murderous intent radiating off of him from where he stood.

"Young Master, MC, I am here to escort you both back to where you belong; please finish getting dressed. And, I would like you both to know that I am very disappointed in you two. I will be right outside of the door when you are both ready." The butler said and turned around to leave the room. As the door clicked closed, the two turned to look at each other with a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and amusement in varying amounts. They giggled amongst themselves, and hurried to finish getting dressed. Before they opened the door, Diavolo pulled MC close and kissed her lips once more.

"My dear, I want you to know that I'd do this again. I don't regret anything." He said sincerely.

"Neither do I, Dia," MC agreed and pecked his lips. When they opened the door, Barbatos was looking at them with a bored expression on his face and clearly fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"I would hope that you regret this and not do this again. Now, I will be escorting you back to the House of Lamentation and the castle respectively. Let us go." Barbatos spoke in his usual tone and turned on his heel. Dia and MC looked at each other and the prince mouthed the words 'I don't' to MC causing her to giggle silently. The three walked past the front desk where Noah still was behind the desk. The only difference was that he sported a knowing smirk and held back a laugh.

"Bye, enjoy the rest of your evening." He spoke to the three of them. Barbatos bid him farewell, and once the blue haired demon turned to continue out of the hotel, Noah caught MC's arm stopping her from leaving.

"You're gonna tell me everything when you're done getting in trouble with mister angry pants, you know that right?" Noah asked quietly. MC's face burned and she made a 'talk to the hand' motion. Before she got too far from him, she turned back once more and mouthed 'obviously' with a still embarrassed look on her face. The other demon just smiled knowingly and waved.

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As MC walked back into the HOL, Asmo, Beel, and Lucifer were all sat in the living room. They didn't really look up from what they were doing, but they instinctively knew that it was MC coming back. They greeted her, and she immediately went into her room. Not even five minutes later, a series of rapid knocks sounded on her door.

"Come in." MC answered. In a flash, Asmodeus came into the human's room with Solomon on his phone.

"I can smell the lust and Solomon told me you hung out with Diavolo in secret today, so tell us EVERYTHING!" Asmo rushed out.

"Later. We'll go out with my friend who's hotel we went to." MC said in a tired tone.

"HOTEL!?" The both of them asked in incredulous unison.

"Out!" The exasperated human commanded and Asmo stood up.

"Fine! But you have to swear you'll tell us every gritty detail when we go out." the blond demon bargained.

"Fine. Love you bye." MC said and turned over ready to take a nap.

"Love you bye!" Asmo and Solomon said together once more and the demon left. Before MC could close her eyes, her D.D.D. vibrated. Rolling her eyes, she opened the text and saw it was a voice message from Diavolo.

(We're all going to pretend the blank says MC and I wasn't too lazy to edit it.)

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A.N: Here's the outfit Diavolo was wearing incase you were actually wondering. Also this didn't take 6 months! Yay! New smut poll maybe in a week or so. <3

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Satan is my God, Satan is my Father, and Satan is my Savior! Satan is the God of this world and the ONLY God!

Ave Dominus Deus Satanas!