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withered-blossoms · 1 month ago

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Snow Angels

WARNINGS: Death, witch hunts, indications of hurting people in cruel ways, burning of people (vague descriptions), bodies of the deceased, harsh injuries, mentions of blood

A/N: I participated in the 2024 Obey Me! Holiday Exchange held by @obeymeholidayexchange. This fic is a holiday gift for @rou2464 and contains spoilers for Obey Me! Nightbringer lesson 14-14 regarding Solomon’s backstory as it is pretty much my spin on his lore. It’s also a little long, around 9658 words.

Do what you will with this warning and I hope y’all enjoy it. Also, this fic is entirely fictional and does not represent my / any beliefs. Comments, likes and re-blogs are highly appreciated!

Immortality is not the blessing that the people make it out to be.

People often wish for what they do not have, and endlessly yearn for the impossible in hopes that they would be the unique, favoured exception to the rules binding each and every soul. Take the social hierarchy as an example. There is one, or a group, at the very apex. ‘The royals’ is what those below refer to them as. Then we have the nobles, and even they are split into levels depending on how prominent their families are. The commoners, making up the majority of the population, are bound to respect and obey the commands of those at the top. That is the general rule. They could very well have lived their entire lives, content with the peace and the ease of not having more lives than they could count on their shoulders.

But it is in the human nature to want more. To be greedy. To lay their eyes on what they do not currently have. And to seize it at the next opportunity that presents itself.

Just give it some thought. How many times in human history has the hierarchy been rearranged? How many rulers have been overthrown only to have the lesser of the two evils rise up the ranks? How many times had this have to repeat for the mortals to truly be content, from the bottom of their hearts no less?

Undeniably, quite a few have been out of necessity. But can one truly say that it was purely for the people’s sake that the victors took over the throne as the next rulers? To be in a position of near absolute power? To enjoy the view of having so many others below them? Of course not. After all, there will be a part of them that wanted to stand above all. And more often than not, they realise that with every pro comes a con.

Immortality is no different. Those who long for it only saw the rainbows and sunshine, but never the storm that has to be experienced. No matter how hard the mortals try, the scales are fair and must be balanced. It is simply foolish to try and escape the law of the universe, the one that demands balance and equivalence.

Just like how after the warmth comes the cold, and how the snow has arrived after the sun earlier this year. Blanketing the soil, it aims to cover all that the warmth had touched, be it living or non-living. To hold them in its chilling embrace and hope that it is just as desired as the heat, despite knowing otherwise. It can see how the mortals hid away in their cozy little abodes, huddling to keep out the cold, so imagine its surprise when it saw that one exception making a snow angel.

There, amongst the sea of white, laid an equally colourless figure, his vibrancy long bleached by the merciless tides of time. It left nothing behind but a blank slate, just as it was when it was first brought into the mortal world. He finds it ironic, that humans start out as pure white sheets of paper that are eventually coloured with memories. But what most tend to forget is that as the colours gradually overlapped and blended, white is all that forms. The longer the life, the more the memories, the emptier the canvas. Such was the cycle of life, a loop as complete as ever. Life is born from dust, and to dust it will return. How you start out is how you end up. He would know this better than anyone else; time, despite having stopped for him, still flows for those around him after all.

Those with lifespans often wish for an extension, be it limited or unlimited, for the fulfilment of their wishes. They wish to make up for the regrets staining their life, or to further fuel their procrastination. There is a plethora of reasons, and those making (clearly unbalanced) deals just to attain it are a dime a dozen. What remains the same though, is the fact that when they’ve truly attained it, the scales are there, waiting for them. The now immortal will then finally realise how heavy the weights they have to place on the other end are. That in order to gain all of life, they have to sacrifice everything in life. Their family, friends, freedom, choice.

Nevertheless, if he had a penny for every time a person begged him to reveal the secret to immortality, he would have been wealthy enough to buy the world at least five times over. Now now, Solomon is by no means an open-book. He’s learnt through the hard way in his younger, human days that displaying yourself for all to see is a fatal mistake. However, word will always spread, at an alarming speed no less. It would surprise you just how much sorcerers, even high-ranking ones, love to gossip. It was only due to the elusiveness of the Sorcerers’ Society that the man was not burnt at the stake by the commoners, though he did have to move quite a bit from how frequently those in power sought him out, attempting to pry the secret from his lips with vast amounts of gold and subsequently threats of exposure when he declined.

Now that he thought about it, he was indeed lucky to have loving parents, caring enough to not discard him the moment they found out about his innate powers. Loving enough to risk their lives for him. You see, back in the times where magic was seen as anything but pure and holy, being ostracised for even being related to such a heretic was the best fate one could have. It was thus not uncommon to see many of his kind huddling together for safety and comfort in cages, and put on display like circus animals. It would not be long till they were then given anything but a merciful end, though in his opinion it was better than them being subjected to decades of servitude.

So, imagine the fear engulfing his parents when they stepped foot into a room with various floating objects and a giggling child entertaining himself. Old enough to know that magic is uncommon, but young enough to deem it mesmerising and beautiful. And as a child would, he pouted when a pair of hands grasped his, causing his fun to stop and thumps to echo throughout the house. With a swoosh, the curtains were drawn.

“Sol, my sweet child, never do that again."

His questioning gaze only served to increase the panic in their eyes, but the terror lacing her words was enough for him to dazedly nod. A sigh of relief was released from pursed lips and the woman rose to help her husband to check on the furniture their child had levitated for damage. He would then overhear his parents reassuring the concerned neighbours of his family’s safety the next day, not knowing that it was the last he would ever enjoy of his freedom.

News soon spread around that Solomon was down with a rather serious illness, one that was contagious. The people spoke in hushed whispers about how much of a pity it was for such a bright and adorable child to have been inflicted with such a disease and how his parents must have been devastated to see their son end up like that. But Solomon’s parents knew that time fades all. Eventually, the town will forget about the boy with the beautiful sky-blue eyes and Solomon will get to live. Thus, the couple turned away the visitors, as concerned and genuine as they were, thanking them for their well wishes and praying that they had let nothing slip.

Solomon, on the other hand, had not taken much of a liking to his new room. Sure, the basement had been cleaned and transformed into his new room, but it was dark. His only natural light source was the light streaming in through latticed windows and somewhat lit his room. All that were left now were but a basement, spacious but empty. Devoid of life, laughter, smiles. He missed his large glass windows, how illuminated his room was and the life outside. He yearned for the day him and his parents would be able to sit at the dinner table once more, chatting and giggling at the stories his father would share about his work. But it seems that day would never come.

His parents, sensing their child’s disappointment, were no less heartbroken. They tried to make up to him, moving their dinner nights to his room, spending as much time as they could with him. However, there was only so much they could do, and it was not before long until Solomon turned to magic for entertainment once more. After all, if there was one good thing that came out of this, it would be the extra space he got and the lack of prying eyes. He supposes that in a way, he had traded one freedom for another; childhood for magic. And maybe, just maybe, he would not have it any other way.

His inner child begged to differ, though he chose to turn a blind eye in denial.

Despite his parents’ worries, they decided to let him be. They may be terrified about potential discovery, but they would rather he be strong enough to break free from future hunters or even captors. Hence, in a silent promise, the two took to covering for their son while he slowly mastered his powers. It comforted them just how quickly he learnt and Solomon was happy to spend time with the two things he loved. He, too, slowly understood the reason why he was confined to the basement, never to see the light of day again, and hated it. So, he vowed to become stronger, to prove that magic could be used for good and to dispel the people’s fear.

Just as Solomon had mentally prepared for his ‘eternal solitude’, a pair of feet popped up near his window. He knew that children tended to approach the woods across his window and had completely forgotten that humans, just like all life, were naturally drawn to the light. The subtle flashes of light coming from his window might as well have been from a disco party if his times had that, so in hindsight he honestly should not have been surprised that they were guided here.

How had he never noticed the light from his spells was a problem to solve later, for he had a visitor and it was not a welcome one. The piercing shriek they let out upon discovering a pair of curious blue eyes staring back at them from a basement was sure to draw unwanted attention, so Solomon clambered back down and laid on his bed.

Readying a banishing spell in the hand hidden in his blankets, he coughed a few times, hoping to pass off as sickly and frail. The new face then tilted their head curiously and tapped at his windows, “Who are you? Are you the child with the serious illness?”

“Serious… yes I am–” Solomon cut himself off, feigning a cough to hide the fact that he nearly forgot the story his parents made up for him. He sheepishly turned his head away, not willing to face them, but that only made them even more concerned.

“Man… it is that serious?” The other child had murmured, bright eyes filling with pity, “You should be out here playing with me an’ the others, not stuck in a dark room all day.” “Wish I could, but I can’t. It is contagious.” Relaxing only slightly, he eyed them warily. There was no way he was trusting this random stranger who had popped up, and he would never risk his family’s life. He needed to scare them off, and what better than the threat of contamination?

“Eh, I ain’t scareda that! You can’t scare me; we’re practically of the same age from what I can tell!” They way they waved their hand dismissively drew a chuckle from Solomon. He knew not how they managed to spot his window since it was rather well-disguised, but he cared not. A few years of not touching grass was enough for his young heart to yearn for a friend, and a friendship thus blossomed. They chatted for a while, getting to know each other before the child’s parents called for them. Scrambling to get up, they brushed the dirt from their pants and waved, a promise of visiting soon spilling softly from their lips.

This new friend would show up once in a while and Solomon has since taken to practising his magic with a board to his window. Every time the new friend showed up, they would knock six times on his window; three short and three long. It was a secret code they kept close to their hearts and Solomon would tidy everything up with magic, check that there were no traces of his practice and allowed the light to stream into his room once more. The other child had already plopped themself down, a pouch in one hand and shiny rocks tumbling into the other. “Ain’t this cool? I found this on the ground an’ it’s shiny! Has a pretty colour too!” A clear crystal with light orange fading to sky blue was excitedly shoved up in his face and it was only because of his window that it did not end up in his nostrils. He observed it, feeling that the colours looked familiar but he couldn’t tell why.

“Don’t’cha think it’s the colour o’ your eyes? That’s the main reason why I picked it up by the way! The orange looks exactly like how the sunset did when reflected in your blue eyes!” And there it was, the unknown reason. “How did you know what the colour of my eyes were?” Solomon asked, not believing that a person could clearly see his eyes when he was in a room so dimly lit.

“Don’t be silly! O’course I know the colour of your eyes. They’re the first thing I noticed after all!” They grinned triumphantly, “My parents say I’m an observant one all the time, and they would never lie t’me! You can have this if you want, I did pick it up because of you.”

Solomon could not deny his friend of this gift, not when he wanted it as well. It’s been so long since he’s received such a heartfelt gift from people his age, the last time being…. well, last time. How should he react? How did his fellow children react in such a situation? Do they cheer? Hug? Smile? He did not know. But what he did know was that he could not afford to draw attention to them both right now, and so he settled for giving them a bright, sincere smile in return. “I’ll take it, thank you so much! You can leave it near my window, I’ll grab it later.”

For a little while, he received no response and tilted his head in curiosity. Had he offended them somehow? Was this not how the other kids reacted from what he observed through his window? Was his reaction too mundane, too cold? Was this friendship going to end? Even worse, if so, will they tattle and bring about his family’s demise? Their stunned expression only served to fuel the flames of his anxiety, and a slew of apologies was on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill from his lips.

“You smiled! You actually smiled! You should smile more ya know? You look very handsome when you smile.” They leaned in a bit closer to see his face better, almost squishing theirs against the glass. The sparkles in their eyes made him blush, a mixture of embarrassment and awkwardness, and he could only stammer out what he hoped would be a socially acceptable reply, “T-thank you, yours is very bright as well.”

“That’s what my friends said too! It’s such a shame you can’t play with us though, I’d love to introduce you to them sometime. You’d fit in so well! I just know it.”

“I’d actually prefer if you did not. Having too many visitors is bad for my health.”

A sad sigh ended the conversation, though the other child quickly brightened up at the suggestion of the friendship being something akin to a secret for theirs to keep. “Aw yeah! This makes us so much cooler than the rest!” And with that, the two continued their daily exchange till the sun started to set and the child went home. As soon as they were out of sight, Solomon pleaded for his parents to bring him the beautiful crystal sitting beside his window and they had agreed on the condition that he be more careful.

If the world was a huge vat of dye, then Solomon would be a piece of cloth, pure and clean as the snow that soon arrived. In such times, none are fully trustworthy, and it wasn’t a risk they could afford to take. As much as the couple understood that it was a lesson that Solomon had yet to learn, they did not have the heart to taint his innocence. Pair that with his puppy eyes and his parents’ resolve stood no chance. But they were rather confident in their child. He had always been a cautious one since young, who loved his family enough to try his best, and for now that was enough.

Solomon, too, thought that he would understand the ‘adult world’ once he became one, but fate had a cruel appetite for the good that happened to people. And it so happened that he had been selected as the sacrificial lamb.

Just a few days ago, his friend had showed him how to make a snow angel and he had laughed at the silliness of it all. “Look! This is how you make a snow angel!” They had chirped, flopping backwards onto the snow and spreading their arms and legs till they had dug a shallow human-shaped hole. Due to the angle of his window, Solomon could not see the hole in its entirety, but he could tell that it vaguely resembled the holy ones he’d constantly hear about.

“That looks fun! I should try it sometime.”

“You should! I can’t wait for you to get better so we can have a snow angel making competition! The one who makes the biggest snow angel will win!”

“Oh, you best believe I’ll beat you in that! Mother says I’ve been growing taller recently.”

“Hmph, I’ve been growing too! Dad says I’m a few inches taller now.”

The little banter was then wrapped up with tongues playfully stuck out at each other and was soon replaced with bursts of laughter. “But in all seriousness, I really do want to play with you outside someday. Who knows? We might even create the largest snow angel one day!” “Yeah, I can’t wait for that day either!” A vow was made and that day, Solomon learnt how to make a pinkie promise. A new experience to add to his diary, he grins. Having a best friend was truly fun, and he truly looked forward to the days filled with snow angels and snowball fights. He’d never like the heat much, so he’s confident he would fare well in snowy weather.

Solomon then went on his days merrily, preparing a birthday gift for his dear friend. It was their birthday and he had been anticipating their presence since the crack of dawn. It was the first time excitement had robbed him of his sleep, and he jotted this incident down in his little diary as well. The journal was pretty much running out of pages with the sheer number of new experiences his best pal had brought him and he made a mental note to ask his parents for a new one.

So this was what it was like to have a best friend, he realised. To have someone laugh and cry with you, to lift your mood when you’re down and to help you see the world when you couldn’t. He cherished every second of their friendship, and it showed in his gift. In return for their crystal last time, he had picked one according to the colour of their eyes as well; one with a gorgeous shade of emerald that gradually transitioned into a yellow as bright as their presence. He has thought it a perfect combination; one colour representing the eyes that held so much hope for the world and one colour to represent said sunshine child. There was no better gift than this one, Solomon was sure.

The seconds soon ticked by, yet even when the sun had started to set, that bouncing ball of excitement was nowhere to be seen. A growing fear was gnawing at the back of his mind and his stomach was in knots. Something was wrong and he could not pinpoint just exactly what. His intuition had never been one to lead him astray and that only served to make him more anxious.

‘Perhaps they had something to do today.’ ‘Maybe they got caught up in celebrating with the others. Everything is fine, Sol, don’t worry about it.’ ‘But they promised they would make time for me today as well and they have never gone back on their word. Could they truly have forgotten?’ A green monster reared its ugly head, leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

Solomon did not realise, but currently he was feeling jealous. Jealous that they had other friends, jealous of those who distracted his friend so much that he was shoved to the side, but mainly of the fact that he couldn’t cheer birthday wishes alongside them.

When Solomon finally noticed his scowl in the reflection of his window, he was taken aback. Since when was he capable of such twisted expressions? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Now is not the time to get distracted, Solomon. He had to figure out where his friend was, and only then did he pick up on the eerie silence of the town. Where was the hustle and bustle? Where were the kids playing tag on the streets? The houses usually lit were now dark, and the chimneys were not spitting smoke like they used to. Something was off and his mind demanded to know what.

Hurrying out of his room, he eventually reached his parents after making sure that there was no one over. The concern was unnecessary; the townspeople avoided their house the moment they caught wind of his supposed ‘illness’ anyways, but it was better safe than sorry.

“Mother, father, they haven’t shown up and it’s been a day.” He urged, grabbing his mother’s sleeve gently. His parents knew just how much he had been looking forward to this day and had been the ones to help him find that crystal; surely they’d help him get hold of his friend. In his urgency however, he had missed the flash of guilt in her eyes and the aversion of his father’s now heavy gaze, only focused on asking for their help.

Before he could plead for them to check up on his friend, his mother got up and directed him to the basement instead, a strained smile pulling at her lips, “It would be rude of me to show up to their house uninvited and without prior notification, dear, especially on such a day.”

His father nodded in agreement, chipping in his suggestion, “Why don’t I deliver the gift for you if they still don’t show up tomorrow?” The feigned strength in his father’s voice did not go unnoticed, but the young child passed it off as mere fatigue. “It’s alright, thank you.” He sighed, turning away in disappointment. The next second though, his ears caught a faint cacophony of voices from the outside world and he could not help but run towards the windows.

‘The answers to your fears are there!’ His intuition screamed, ‘the truth is about to be revealed!’ What it failed to let him know, however, was that it was a truth he could never handle at his age, mental and physical.

The couple could not grab Solomon in time. For a child who spent his current life cooped up in an underground space, Solomon was surprisingly agile. Well, for the adults anyways. Only the child himself knew that he had also been working on his physical health and strength all this time. Strong powers demand strong vessels, he was not about to try his luck with the next spell he cast.

The burst of speed he gained from curiosity was immediately lost when he spotted the tendrils of smoke clawing their way into the sky. Various torches lit up the city square, and the usually peaceful citizens were now huddled in a circle, thumping their pitchforks against the ground and demanding for evil to be banished.

‘Evil? What evil?’ Solomon wondered, not having seen any malicious entities around in the town lately. The crowd parted slightly, but the little gaps were more than enough for him to spot said ‘evil’.

There, tied up to a stake, was his friend.

Their clothes were tattered, and gaping streaks of red took the place of the rips in the cloth. Bruises littered their skin and their hair was sticking in all directions; the crystal-clear result of harsh pulling. The poor child looked completely disheveled; their eyes devoid of the light they once held, their parents equally unkempt and displayed for all to see. Their once dear neighbours, friends and even relatives were now spitting from sidelines, disgust lining their features as they screamed curses.

“Burn, you heretics! You should not roam the very earth we step on! How dare you try to take over our space after conquering the depths below!”

“How dare you even come up to the surface and even bring that hell-spawn along with you?! You should have rotted in the very depths of where you spawned from!”

“I knew something was up with that little bastard the moment it showed off a rock to my child! Turns out that blue an’ orange stone was magical; it was trying to lure and drag my child down with it! Not on my watch!”

“These wretched beings tried to lure children? How despicable! We must send them down at once!”

Each word spat out drove the dagger deeper into the rope known as Solomon’s sanity. That stone was magical? His friend was a mage? No, that could not be. He could not sense any traces of such powers from the other child and he had always been a sensitive one to such matters. His friend was not a mage!

Clearly, the accused family tried to say the same. Vehemently denying that they were practitioners, trying to reason with the people. “We do not have magic! You’ve never even seen us do magic!” But how could logic ever appease the rage of the villagers? Humans choose to believe what their eyes see and deny the existence of what they did not. Out of the fear of the unknown, they choose to turn a blind eye to justice, to innocence, and most importantly, to the lives of the condemned.

Before his thoughts could spiral, calloused hands filled his vision and he was slowly pulled away. “Don’t look, Sol! We… tried to save them from the sidelines, but they were discovered halfway.” A deep voice full of regrets sounded, followed by the drawing of curtains. “They are neither mages nor witches! They don’t have any magical abilities!” Solomon exclaimed once he had snapped out of his daze, trembling as it finally dawned on him. His friend and consequently their family had been condemned to death because of him. It was all because of one stupid crystal the colour of his eyes.

He had caused their suffering.

His parents released him, pained by the agony in their son’s words. They were powerless to stop all that is happening as much as they wished they could. But there was no way two mere mortals could ever hope to defeat a raging, pitchfork-wielding crowd. All they could do was to comfort their son and pray that the other family would be given a quick release. However, it seems that their son had other thoughts.

The slamming of the doorknob against the wall was all that was left of Solomon; the boy having rushed out as quickly as his slippers could carry him. He had thought about using his powers to somehow save them, be it teleportation magic or perhaps some optical illusion.

Yet he was well aware that it would only serve to make their lives worse. He could only help them hide for a short while but not forever. Word will still spread and bounties will still be set up. His best friend, a beautiful ray of sunshine, ever so kind and understanding, would be subjected to a fate worse than his. Never to see and enjoy the surface life, having to live by scraps like sewer rats as the people scorned and dragged their names through the dirt.

They did not deserve that.

Solomon thus chose the safer option of squeezing through the crowd and screaming at the mayor. “They are innocent!” he yelled, “They do not have magical powers!” That sudden interruption successfully stopped the adults who retracted their torches before they could accidentally burn an innocent child currently blocking their path. “Whose son is this? Children are seen, not heard, boy! Besides, how can you prove that they are not from the underground?” The mayor questioned, the scowl on his face deepening as noises of agreement echoed from the crowd. From the corner of his eye, he saw their eyes light up, but they soon shook their head slightly at him. Their parents were no different, eyes full of worry for HIS safety. They were already tied to stakes, at death’s door and yet this family was worried about HIS fate?

No wonder they say “like child, like parent”. He could definitely see where that kindness came from and it only made him even more determined to stop this tragedy from taking place. There was no way he was going to watch that light be snuffed out, not over his dead body.

“Haven’t all of you known them for years? Never once had you seen them doing witchy stuff, have you? Mmph–!”

“My apologies, he’s currently feverish and disorientated. We will watch over him better.” His mother gave an apologetic smile as his father picked the struggling child up. “Hmph, watch your child before he gets burned by accident. We ain’t takin’ any responsibility fo’ that!” With that, the crowd turned to the three supposed criminals.

“The time to send these demons back to their creator is here! Pray, for their salvation, for them to be cleansed by the holy flames, for them to become holy and angelic instead. Pray, for their rebirth as a clean and pure being!” The wood beneath their feet were subsequently lit, and the family’s silhouettes were gradually engulfed by the smoke. The crowd quietened down, choosing to witness this punishment in silence.

“Mama, are they going to be snow angels now? Since the flames are cleansing their souls and helping them become angelic?” A voice filled with innocent youth rang out, successfully stopping the boy struggling in his parents’ arms. All this time, Solomon had watched on, wanting but not bearing to bite down on his father’s hand. Tears had spilled over from his eyes and streamed down his cheeks in large droplets as his screams were muffled to the best of abilities.

But hearing those words made something snap in him. So, he went limp, bangs covering his dull blue eyes. His parents could only hold him closer, trying not to let their own masks crack. The people would get suspicious if even the adults in their family were seemingly mourning for the ‘evil’, so his parents could not express their sadness nor guilt for being unable to repay the good shown to their family.

Snow angels? Calling them that just because they were being cleansed and turned ‘angelic’ in snowy weather? How could this child watch such a cruel sight with excited eyes and still say such dim-witted and disgusting words? She was but a little over half his age; had she already become a bloodthirsty abomination like the rest of them? The adults were even more revolting, since it was only due to their influence that the children had turned out like that. Unmoving, unblinking as they watched fellow, live humans turn into charred, unrecognizable corpses before them.

But the one he loathed the most? Those who started this trend of executing people for magic, even without concrete evidence that they actually had any. How could anyone even stand for this? Mages, sorcerers nor witches alike harmed people. Well, most didn’t if the receiver did not deserve it. Even if they did, chances are the ‘victim’ had committed some sort of crime heinous enough to incur the wrath of those wielding such powers. Even so, the true victims are always villanised and the innocent have their blood spilled. ‘People like that do not deserve to co-exist with the good,’ he thinks.

He then remembered the promise made to this friend of his, back when they had discovered his magic and had voluntarily been sworn into secrecy, that he would be an amazing sorcerer who served humanity and the greater good. That he would help humanity reach greater heights and eventually humans would not be powerless compared to other life anymore. That those with magic and those without will live together in peace and harmony. The ones with magic will be in charge of the protection of their residential areas and those without will be able to focus on food production and other areas necessary for survival. The entire population be able to thrive and none will be condemned for something they did not choose again.

But were these the sort of people he wanted to protect? To help them prosper and live only for them to kill more of his kind and accuse those they needed to get rid of or despised of something they were never born with? Was he willing to protect the murderers while the murdered hollered their woes into the night?

In that split second, he decided ‘No’. This was not the humanity he wanted to lend a helping hand to. These vile beasts in humans’ clothing will not be part of the humanity he envisioned. They deserved neither his future protection nor efforts, and he will make sure that they know it.

With a raise of a finger so slight it could be passed off as a twitch, he extinguished the flames before the tortured cries could continue. Confused murmurs soon came from the crowd, and those at the front tried to light the wood again. Despite multiple attempts, not even a single spark could get the fire going and a frustrated kick sent some of the branches skidding across the harsh gravel.

Solomon’s parents had a feeling that somehow, just somehow, this may have been their son’s doing. No reaction came from the boy, and they had no evidence. Even if they did, they wouldn’t have said anything anyways. But a temporary solution was not enough, and the civilians were obviously upset about having their ‘fun’ end. Even without fire, there were plenty of ways the family could suffer, each crueler than the last.

Solomon knew this. He also knew that he was not powerful enough to pull off any major spells despite his daily practice. There were no books he could consult, for those were seen as evil traps used to lure innocent souls. He could only rely on his active imagination and was relatively successful for the most part. And yet there was a limit to the power he currently wielded. He just was not strong enough to truly save them from the hands of the vile.

He had never felt so powerless before and neither had he loathed himself as much as he did in this moment. Wide, blue eyes could only watch as the mayor grabbed a pitchfork from a farmer and readied himself to carry out the sentence. It felt as if time had been slowed down, the seconds turning into hours as he struggled once more, a hand reaching out for the one who had never left his side and had opened his eyes to a new world.

They felt so far and yet so near; would he be able to save them after all?

A bright flash blinded all that were gathered in the town square before they found themselves floored, quite literally. What Solomon had yet to learn but did in this moment was that emotions were very much capable of unlocking one’s potential, something he had tons of. Only able to stare at his hands in wonder, he surveyed the surroundings and to his horror, he found that the people had been thrown backwards by the sheer strength of his magic, and most if not all of them were unconscious. His parents were, fortunately, unharmed for the most part, but were also sprawled and unmoving like the rest.

His friend and their parents were more fortunate, for the stake had prevented them from being blown away. It, however, did not shield them from the resulting disorientation and Solomon took the chance to free them from their binds. None were in good condition, but his friend’s concerned him the most. Just the sight of their fresh and old wounds was enough to make his skin crawl and he had to hold back the bile rising up his throat. The priority was not how he felt right now, neither was it the visual assault his eyes had just taken. He had to get them all away before the others regained their consciousness, and so he did. Or well, tried, at least.

“I’m so sorry but please, if you can stand, follow me to the best of your abilities! I…am not sure for how long they will stay down and your injuries require urgent treatment!” He had whispered, shaky hands trying to find a good spot on his friend’s skin only to find absolutely none.

As expected, the three were no longer capable of standing without support and could only lay where Solomon had carefully lowered them to the ground after releasing them. The two adults were shocked to see that Solomon had magical powers, but soon smiled.

“That… was why they said you were sick.” “It matters not, I would have done the same.” Their parents mumbled, the words slurred from pain and exhaustion. “Run, child… bring ours and go. I’m afraid we do not have long.” The lady spoke and the sir nodded, lifting a hand to stroke his child’s cheek and the fingers of his other intertwined with his wife’s.

The stunned silence coming from Solomon was broken by the sniffles from the friend laying in his arms, them grabbing onto their father’s wrist with bloody hands. “Sol, my friend, please do not separate me from my mom and dad! Save them, save them!” They had sobbed, partly due to the salt entering their wounds but mainly due to their fate.

Solomon, with all his being, wished he could save them, but there was nothing he could do. All he knew were spells for minor cuts and scrapes, nowhere enough for areas of broken skin this large. That did not stop him though. He had the option to try and he was going to take it.

He could, and so he would. Like how he knew could try to save this family, and so he did.

Letting the powers flow from his fingertips as spells left his lips in silent chants, he watched as their pained expressions relaxed a tiny bit. It comforted him, though not by much. Their lives were still slipping from his hands like grains of sand with each passing minute, yet they’re choosing to use their last moments to urge him to leave them and to run before he’s next on their hitlist.

“Child, please. Go! Spend no more of your time on us and leave. Run as far as you can!”

“We are already a lost cause … we genuinely do not have much longer. Don’t waste your energy on us and go!”

“Sol, my best pal, mom and dad are right, jus’ go!” A harsh cough interrupted their words, and they watched in despair as their parents’ eyes slowly closed, hands intertwined with each other’s and their child’s. With one last murmur of a promise to meet in their next life and apologies for their sweet child, they were truly gone. The couple had brought nothing but their family to the afterlife, yet they gave and left so much for this unjust world to take. ‘The world does not deserve any of their possessions.’ Solomon thinks, but he knew better than to think that the greedy bastards in his town would leave their belongings be.

Despite their most precious belonging laying in his arms, he could not see his friend clearly through the tears blurring his eyes. He had already set their fate in stone and was unable to save their loved ones; the least he could do right now was to ensure their survival. Thus, the young boy shook his head and wiped at his tears haphazardly with his sleeve. “I’m not abandoning you! I… I could not save your parents, but I can save you!”

He had to, he must! He will do whatever he takes to at least do something good to repay this family for their acceptance! He could save them; he just knew it!

A hand tousling his hair stopped his ministrations and he soon felt his pinky being pulled at.

“Sol…I beg of you…” He looked up from the injury he was working on, large droplets still flowing from his eyes helplessly. Why? Why was he crying now?! The only purpose that these stupid tears would serve now was to blur his vision when his job right now depended so much on his sight! He needed to save his friend, not cry like a little baby!

“Hey… Sol… don’t cry.” They laughed a little, the huff being cut off by another coughing fit. “Never thought I’d see ya cry, but here we are. Shame… that it was in this sorta situation huh? You crybaby.”

Crybaby? He gaped at them, absolutely flabbergasted. “M-me? Crybaby? You’re practically dying and you’re calling me a crybaby? How could you?!” He yelled, trying to pour more of his powers into his fingertips. Watching the boy cry rivers was definitely not on his friend’s birthday bingo card this year. Seeing his tears made them want to sob alongside him, but they did not want to leave crying, so they pulled a little harder on his pinky, hooking theirs with his.

“Fine, fine, you ain’t one… but Sol…I feel so tired. So…very tired. I wanna sleep with my mom and dad. You’ll grant me that birthday wish, won’t you? Consider it my last request for ya.” Their cracked lips pulled back into an exhausted smile, “Promise me you’ll live and become a good sorcerer… for us humans yeah? Who knows? One day… I might come back to you, make the largest snow angel… and snatch your title of the strongest sorcerer!”

“Psh, as if I’d let you take both titles from me.” He huffed, trying to smile back as he gently laid them down between their parents. He wanted to tell them to stay up a bit more, to refuse the invitation to dreamland. But as always, they had successfully managed to distract him from his woes and sadness. He couldn’t bear to ruin the mood they worked so hard to lift either, so he settled for tightening his pinky’s grip on theirs. “I promise.”

“Also, here is your gift.” He took out the crystal he had prepared as their birthday gift. “Doesn’t –” He choked up, turning away to recomposed himself, “D- doesn’t it match the colour of your eyes? E-even the shade of green i-is the same.” A wobbly smile appeared on Solomon’s face, but even he could tell that this smile was ugly. How beautiful would a smile be when his facial features were twisted up in a fight to take control, to either display sadness or happiness?

He was sure that his face was covered in tears and snot. He didn’t care though. He wanted to send his friend off with the smile they had said was handsome even if his heart was bleeding tears. Solomon knew that that was what they would have wanted and he was not one to deny their wish.

The other child gave a short puff of laughter. “Yeah, it does. It’s pretty like my eyes…” All they got was a watery eye-roll in return, but they wouldn’t exchange it for anything in the world.

“You still have that stone… I gave ya?” Their dull green eyes now flitted to the pendant underneath his shirt, recognizing the imprint of their gift. “You should toss it out… they’ll go nuts and burn ya… for being a witch with a magical stone."

Solomon shook his head stubbornly, refusing to toss out the last momento he had of his very first friend.

“Save yourself and your mom and dad, Solomon... Live on and don’t end up like me…but if you can, become a good sorcerer and help others like my family.” They forced out with their last breath, head turning to face their parents as their eyes closed. Their last tear plopped onto the snow, incredibly loud in the mournful silence.

It was their last call for help, last resistance to the world which sought their lives.

The child had finally passed, a peaceful smile on their face as the life slipped from their eyes, leaving nothing but an empty vessel.

“I promise.” A choked whispers sounded out, echoing through the snowy night. Without the need to put up a front, he was free to express his sorrow.

So, the child let himself wail, placing the birthday present in his friend’s pocket. He cried and sobbed, letting his pain shake the heavens and earth. He screamed at the injustice of it all and let the words fall from his lips. His demands of justice and fairness went unheard, just as it had for others before his friend. It was a miracle that his shrieks of rage failed to wake the unconscious perpetrators; snowflakes littering their forms and melting after. He wailed, till his throat was raw and only then did he get up and gathered the remnants of his strength. He should at least give them a somewhat proper burial, even if snow was not the best option.

He simply did not have the strength to drag them to the woods despite knowing that their bodies would not be spared; the healing had sapped him of his power and there was no time to rest as he usually could. Thus, he did his best to see his friend off. To make their last moments a joyful experience. It was the least he could do when he couldn’t take or lessen their pain. His friend appreciated and loved it nevertheless, he was sure.

He then hoped, ironically, that they will become an angel, preferably of the snow. They were born in snowy weather, and now to snow they will return.

A silent prayer left his lips before the child was down. As his vision faded, he could not help but think. ‘Why were the angels watching this not helping the innocent? Why were they allowing such cruelty to happen?’ He simply did not understand. Weren’t they supposed to be good, preach good and do good? Then why were people killed for something innate? Something they did not choose? His brain could not figure out the answer, choosing to relax his body and lure him into a deep sleep instead. They would need the energy for the chaos unfolding afterwards, it was sure.

As expected, when the townspeople woke up, they were shocked at the disappearance of the criminals. A search party was unnecessary, however, since one tripped over the three piles of snow and revealed the ‘witches’ they were about to search for. Not willing to give the deceased a proper rest, the bodies were carelessly thrown into the woods for nature to do its job while attention was turned back to the unconscious.

Solomon, on the other hand, had thankfully woken up later than the adults had. They had assumed that he was attacked by the three evils upon seeing the blood staining his clothes and had urged his parents, now awake, to take him back home for treatment. His parents then carried him home, both concerned and fearing that they would be next. The couple was thankfully wise enough to removed his pendant and hide it before the town’s doctor had woken up, knowing that the townspeople would send the doctor their way first since Solomon’s appearance was rather bloody.

The boy turned out to be fine, the doctor said, he just needed plenty of rest after the “horrifying attack” he’s experienced. His parents heaved a sigh of relief and saw the doctor off, rambling about how grateful they were for God’s blessing and how their son managed to survive an evil attack unharmed. It was all a bunch of nonsense, but clearly convincing enough for pity to fill the doctor’s eyes as he patted Solomon’s father on the shoulder, all the while reminding them to pray more.

The next few days were incredibly dull for Solomon. The boy had stared at his hands blankly after regaining consciousness, still trying to process his emotions. His parents tried their best to comfort him to no avail; he was unmoving and unresponsive. With a sigh, they could only leave him to his devices and allow him to grieve.

Having gained some personal space and time, Solomon took to watching the snow fall. He wondered if his friend and their parents had been discovered. If so, what happened to their bodies? Their estate? He did not know. No one would tell him either. Closure was not given and would never be given.

He didn’t want to know either.

A sparkle in the snow by his window caught his eye and his eyes focused on the object. Laying in the snow was the crystal he’d given to his friend, shiny and polished as ever. The colours were ever so vibrant, still the same emerald and yellow combination. He had to do a double take and rub his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. There was no way this was real; he had already given it to his friend so why was it here? Were they in the woods?

He wanted to know. He had to know!

He grabbed the crystal and called for his parents, frantically explaining to them that he’d found his gift near the window and how the other family must’ve been thrown into the woods if the crystal ended up here. He pleaded and begged for them to at least check if the deceased were indeed there and to at least give him some closure, but all he got were regretful sighs.

“There was nothing left, son. There is nothing in the woods. Even if they were left there, surely the animals had taken them. You know how nature does its job.”

There it was, the cold hard truth. The one Solomon needed to hear. Their hearts ached at his pain, but he deserved to know as much as they did. Escorting the numb boy back to his room, they allowed him to keep the crystal and gave back his. Solomon could only force out a ‘thank you’ to his parents before sitting on his bed and gazing at the two crystals in his hand. These ‘rocks’ were all his powers saved.

At least he got to save another piece of them, he thinks bitterly. ‘How utterly useless. What do I need these powers for if I can’t even use them to protect the ones I want?'

‘…If the more powerful entities refuse to protect the innocent, then I shall become powerful and take on the role.’

‘One day, just one day, I’ll be able to defend the innocent from those wishing harm upon them. No matter how long it takes.’

That was the start of Solomon’s self-taught magical journey. His grimoires increased in number, but his diary remained single and locked up. No longer did he watch and observe the outside world, but spent his time practicing and mastering spells, particularly healing and teleportation spells. The sunlight would no longer stream in through that one tiny window; it’s not like it had any way to.

Without the sun to remind him of the time, he relied on his Circadian rhythm to remind him to rest. But even that was ruined when he started to push himself past his physical and mental limits, so the only way he’d rest was when his body forced him to. At the very least, his body could refuse to support him through his stubbornness and he would finally allow himself to slumber.

Sometimes, he would see his friend in his dreams, smiling and laughing, donning beautiful wings of ice and a shining halo on their head. They’d grab his hand and pull him, the two falling into the snow and making snow angels. ‘A snow angel making a snow angel.’ He’d laugh in such dreams, causing his friend to throw a snowball in his face. Of course, he’d reciprocate and a snowball fight would commence.

Those were the most beautiful dreams he’d had, but reality would soon deliver a harsh smack to his face and wake him up. This cycle would repeat till his adulthood, and only then did he truly start to move on.

Or so he thought.

Funnily enough, when he had turned himself immortal on that one fateful day, orange crept up the bottom of his irises and created a beautiful gradient. Even the shade of orange was exactly the same as the stone he was gifted. As for the crystals, he had taken to making pendants out of them, wearing them and roaming fearlessly in the human world.

It was a silent challenge to the world, for them to come and banish him for supposed magical stones as they had his friend. He’d protect these crystals with his unlimited life anyways.

Now his eyes could perfectly match his gift even without a sunset. He wondered how his friend would feel. Would they be happy? Sad that he had perhaps subjected himself to a fate worse than death? Would they finally come down to chide him for his silly magical mistake? Or would they try and steal his future title of ‘strongest sorcerer’ as promised?

Perhaps they would, but he should focus on his skills for now. He would rather they not show up when he’s still this… weak. When the day comes, he’d be sure to make them gape at his magical prowess and have them be his disciple. He’ll then be able to teach them, helping them grow just as they had him, and he’ll finally repay them as he’d always wanted.

Until then, he’ll wait for them. He’s always been a patient one anyways; a lifetime was nothing to an immortal like him.

However, as the years went by, his hair faded to white and the blue of his eyes faded to a dull grey. He could only pray that his friend recognised the crystals they’d exchanged, now hanging from his neck from a necklace. Surely they’d spot the crystals; their’s was hung right over his heart, and his over his core.

“Achoo!”

A sneeze escapes him and conveniently cuts short his trip down memory lane. ‘Goodness me,’ he thinks, ‘how long have I been laying here for?’ Nature answered with a gentle snowflake to his nose, drawing his attention to the slightly red organ. It’s getting cold. It would not be wise of him to stay out too long. His thermoreceptors are still working fine, and he’d rather they stay that way.

Oh well. At least they didn’t take the tea back. It would most definitely go well with Luke’s baking.

Perhaps a cup of tea would do the trick, he thinks. The other human exchange student had just given him a few bags the other day, all the while asking him where he got ‘the pretty green and yellow crystal’. They would love to get one, they’d said. But Solomon could only let them down, saying it was one-of-a-kind.

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obeyme-and-myfics · 2 years ago

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Hi!! May I request a continuation of short!MC with the side characters? I love your writing! 💖💖💖

Yes, of course! I took a little break from posting on the internet so that's why it took so long for me to respond. Also thank you! I try to write as well as I can. (●'◡'●) Some side characters are gonna be missing from this cuz I'm not quite comfortable writing for them yet.

I haven't met Raphael, Mephistopheles or Thirteen(I am planning on making their own parts when I do tho!) in anything other than events. So I'd like to apologize in advance because if I remember correctly one of your favs is Mephisto o(TヘTo) (I hope this doesn't sound weird since we've only met briefly on the discord server /gen)

Anyway onto the actual prompt (￣y▽￣)╭

Part 1| Part 2(here)

Prompt: How Obey Me Characters react to a short MC/Y/N

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Luke(/p)

Headcanon List

CW/TWs: Teasing for your height,

Diavolo

I don't think he'd have much of a reaction seeing as most people/demons are a lot shorter than him

This man is easily 7ft I don't think he gives a fuck, everyone is puny to him

He'd definitely say something by accident, something he doesn't think would bother you

He's a himbo and oblivious to this shit

He'd probably say some shit like

"You're quite small for a human" or something like that

Crouches/Bends down to talk to you sometimes

Only when he really feels like it

I swear he's not trying to be rude

He'll pick you up only if you ask

For any reason too, he adores his small human

He respects you and doesn't want to help you like that unless you want him to

If he sees you struggling to grab something he'll get it for you

Gently reminds you that he can help you and you don't need to struggle with these things while he's there

Worries about other demons taking advantage of your small stature and hurting you

So he checks in on your wellbeing more often than he would if you were taller

If he knows you're around, he's making sure he doesn't accidentally run over you

I'm so sorry! to be fair he's probably gotta do that with bitches 5'7 and below

He'd probably enjoy holding/hugging you too

Like you ask for cuddles this man is cradling you in his arm

Maybe even rocking your ass to sleep

Barbatos

Man has nothing to say about your height

Like he couldn't care less about it and has the foresight to not say shit if you're a little insecure

Not that he would even if you weren't

If he sees you struggling to get something off a higher place, he's helping even if you don't ask/don't want him to

That's just kinda how he is

If you request he stop that he will but you need to communicate your wants and needs

If he sees you getting bullied(/lh) for your height and you look distressed he'll give to culprit a bit of a scolding

Depending on how bad it/Who it was it'll be harsher

Of course he'd like for you to defend yourself at least a little bit

When you do he can't help but smile a little to himself.

He likes to serve the ones he cares for so if any difficulties arise due to your height he'd be happy to attend to them

That is to say its only if you ask/he has the time to

He is still the butler of the future ruler of the Devildom after all

Barbatos also wouldn't treat you any different than how he would treat some one of average height or taller

Solomon

He makes the occasional comment about your height to your face

Giggles about it in private on occasion LIKE A BITCH

It's only occasionally that he does this tho

Overall its not that big of a deal to him

He's been alive long enough that he doesn't really care

Will absolutely help you with things your height hinders you from doing

If you're being bullied about your height he'll give you a chance to defend yourself before jumping to your defense

Will pick you up and carry you sometimes just for shits and giggles

Other times he picks you up and carries you away to hang out or aid him in another one of his magical endeavors.

and now we have Nightbringer /j

He's not doing anything to talk to you on your level Slay, king Solomon. Slay

He thinks its mildly entertaining to watch you struggle to grab something off the top shelf/anything out of your reach

He's a bit more careful with you than he normally would be with others

Has offhandedly suggested making something to make you taller if you'd like it

you gonna whoop his ass or should I?

He enjoys watching you stand up for yourself despite your height

It can be intimidating when people who are much taller than you pick on you and he understands that

or maybe you're not intimidated in the slightest and just wanted to unleash a can of whoop ass on some assholes who've been picking on you Period. Slay honestly.

He understands that too, and enjoys watching it go down

He finds it satisfying

Simeon

Won't comment on it most of the time but he does think its really cute

Only makes a comment when he's asking if you need help getting something higher up than you can reach

and its normally something like

"Oh! MC did you need help? It looks like you can't quite reach that."

A bit more careful with you than he would be normally

Though he's gentle by nature most of the time Sadistic Simeon has me in a chokehold fr fr

He won't get down to your level or do anything to demean you

not intentionally anyway

He doesn't say anything about your height for the most part but he will slip up every once in a while

It's nothing bad he just lets it slip he thinks your height is cute

He encourages you to stand up for yourself but has no problem sticking up for you or stealing you away if you're being bullied too much.

Happy to help with anything your height makes difficult when you ask

Other than that he doesn't treat you any differently due to your height

Luke

He's just happy he's not the only short one here.

If you're shorter than him he doesn't comment on it but he is excited to not be the shortest there.

He would make a few comments about it but you just gotta tell him to stop and he will

He doesn't want to make you upset with him

Sweet baby just wants to bond with you over the others making fun of your heights

Doesn't hesitate to yell at anyone making fun of your height and calling you names because of it

Makes sure you're okay afterwards

He's getting made fun of for this though

The brothers would take to calling him your guard dog

He barely gives you a chance to defend yourself but will back up if you defend yourself before he can

He borderline clings to you like a sloth

Comes to you every time he needs to vent about everyone bullying him for his own height

You're his favorite human now

If he's taller than you, he will do his best to help with things you can't reach.

He's happy to help out his friend

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dailydemonspotlight · 8 months ago

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Will you do Beelzebub? One of my all-time favorite demons!

Beelzebub - Day 50!!!

Race: Tyrant

Alignment: Dark-Chaos

June 7th, 2024

This was a long time coming. I mean, come on, he's literally in my header! Beelzebub and SMT go hand in creepy pincer, the lord of flies appearing in nearly every Megaten game to date and having major roles in several, including an infamous boss fight in Nocturne. While not the king of demons, Beelzebub is among the most powerful, often contending with Satan himself! Today's Demon of the Day needs no introduction- the Demon of Gluttony, Lord of the Flies, Beelzebub. One of the most prevalent and powerful demons in demonology, this diseased despot represents not only a bastardization of Baal but also insects, envy, and excess, all of which make the lord of the flies a powerful figure in demonic circles. Without any further ado, let's dig in!

Satan almighty, where do I even begin with Beelzebub? As one of the many Kings of Hell, the amount of lore in Beelzebub's story paints a fascinating picture of not only the demon itself, but also Christianity, demonology, and how religious concepts change and are passed from area to area over time, corrupting into different forms to fit differing agendas. I guess, to start, we should look into the earliest ever mention of the Lord of the Flies, an offhand comment in the Books of Kings, a pair of books in the old testament that serve as a bedrock to the history of ancient Israel. In one of these books, King Ahaziah of the Northern Kingdom of Israel had been hurt. Bad.

After a severe injury from a fall, he sent several of his messengers to inquire about the god of a nearby kingdom, Ekron, a city ruled by the Philistines. This god, of course, was none other than Beelzebub, given the epithet 'Baʿal-zəvuv.' Terrified for his life, the king sent his people to ask that god as to if he would recover... which made a wandering prophet, Elijah, rather furious. After an angel of God visited the prophet, basically calling the king an idiot for not recognizing the fact that Israel is the holy ground for the big man upstairs, Elijah went to visit the king and delivered the message that he would die before the servants sent to inquire about Baʿal-zəvuv could return. Unsurprisingly, the king ended up dying after putting his faith in a false prophet.

This tale has several aspects to it which are curious- if you'll remember our Baal DDS, Beelzebub effectively takes the role of Baal in one of the stories outlined, wherein the faith of a man is tested against a god of another religion. Combine that with the fact that Beelzebub's name in this tale, Baʿal-zəvuv, quite literally has the term Ba'al in it, and it becomes somewhat suspect- it can easily be intuited that Beelzebub was, in effect, a different name or interpretation of Baal. This theory is confirmed later on in the text, however- the name for Beelzebub given also has a translation, roughly meaning "Lord of [the] Flies," and an earlier text by a cult which worshipped Ba'al also states that he was capable of summoning flies to cause illness. Curious! Another theory as to Baʿal-zəvuv's name actually originates as a pun- some people speculate that the deity's original name to this hitherto unmentioned cult of Philistines could have been "Baʿal zəvul," a name translating roughly to 'Lord of the Heavenly Dwelling.' Possibly after a bit of transliteration and puns, that name could've been shifted derogatorily into being Baʿal-zəvuv. It would explain why the term is so specific, as it could've originated as a pun and a twist on Ba'al's powers according to Canaanite myth, but this is debated somewhat.

Nomenclature aside, however, there's still more to this demon- while Beelzebub is believed to be based on Ba'al, it quickly spun off into its own figure in the Testament of Solomon, a non-canonical book related to the story of King Solomon, the first demon summoner. Yep, it's Solomon again! Almost every capital-D-Demon has something to do with his majesty, given that most of them originate from texts regarding him. And yet he still hasn't appeared in the SMT series. Cowards. Appearing again, though with a different name this time, far closer to the now common reading, Beelzebul appears as a demonic prince representing the planet Venus. However, another knot is thrown into this tale as, this time, Beelzebub is synonymous with Lucifer! The things Beelzebul is described as doing are things that, in almost any other Christian text, would have been done by Lucifer- whether it be through depositing despots into positions of power or inciting demonic worship, the text describes Beelzebul as being one and the same with the Prince of Hell.

While this is the origin of the common conflation of Lucifer and Beelzebub, we need to jump forward a bit more to get the canonical texts related to this buzzing bastard- Beelzebub is one of the very few Demons actually mentioned in the Bible by name. Appearing first in Mark 3:22, a group of scribes accuse our boy Jeezy-C of using the power of Beelzebul to drive out demons. In future expansions of the text, he is also brought up in several Matthew verses. To quote Matthew 12:25-28,

Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them, "Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand. If Satan drives out Satan, he is divided against himself. How then can his kingdom stand? And if I drive out demons by Beelzebul, by whom do your people drive them out? So then, they will be your judges. But if I drive out demons by the Spirit of God, then the kingdom of God has come upon you."

Yes, I am reciting scripture, but look, it comes with the territory. While in the original translation, Beelzebub is referred to as Beelzebul, later translations take a few liberties; in the Syriac translation, per instance, Beelzeboul is the new name. This fly has way too many names. Jesus Christ. While this translation mistake was repeated in the King James version of the Bible, most current day translations simply refer to Beelzebub as, well, Beelzebub. Thank god. Or Satan. Or King James. In everyone's favorite first apocalypse story, the New Testament, Beelzebub finally makes a formal debut! I told you there was a lot to dig into with this guy.

Beelzebub finally appears, not in the form of an Ekronite god nor an offhand mention, as the Prince of Demons, appearing in the place of the Devil. Yes, again. This is getting frustrating. In older texts, from what I can tell, this was never truly the case- the melding together of the King of the Flies and the King of Hell was a later addition by the authors of the New Testament, who were probably just having a laugh at future demonologists. As mentioned earlier, Beelzebub was mentioned as simply a powerful demon by some scribes who were cussing out Jesus, so this sudden ascension to the throne is... strange. Thankfully for my purposes, this role of his is hotly debated, but it's still frustrating that I can't trace his later characterization to any one source!

Finally, though, we have a point of reference. At long, long last. A 16th century occultist named Johann Weyer. As given in the book 'The Devil in Legend and Literature' by Rudwin Maximilian, a set of stories written by Weyer describe Beelzebub as the chief lieutenant of Lucifer's forces, having led a secondary revolution against Heaven and later retreating to Hell to follow after Lucifer's orders. This would only be a prelude to the main star story, however- none other than Paradise Lost. As described in the infamous epic, Beelzebub, finally, gets a solid role outside of being a stand-in for Lucifer or a bastardization of Ba'al- yes, we finally get Beelzebub being a King of Hell in a text! Described as being only beaten out by Satan himself in terms of strength, Beelzebub was part of the Unholy Trinity, consisting of it, Lucifer, and Astaroth. (No Malphas, unfortunately. Gary had to sit this one out.)

In Paradise Lost, Beelzebub is an incredibly powerful and influential character who serves as a driving force for the invasion of the Human world. As Satan's closest ally and proxy, Beelzebub also is representative of the deadly sin of Envy in the story. As an observation by Bradley J. Irish states, there are obvious connections drawn between Beelzebub and envy throughout the poem, and though the main focus of envy is on Satan throughout, Beelzebub himself serves an important role in going into and speaking about envy. However, this leads into a big point of contention with Beelzebub as a whole- what deadly sin he even represents.

In the book 'The Lanterne of Light' by an anonymous Lollard, a classification of the princes of hell is given, attributing Beelzebub to Envy. This book, notably, was released before Paradise Lost, which likely influenced Milton's writing of the story. However, Sébastien Michaelis, yet another demonic scholar (and one maybe familiar if you read the Asmodeus episode) described him as representative of the deadly sin of Pride. Yay! Pride Month, headed by this oversized fruit fly! However, yet again, another person argued for Beelzebub being a different sin- Peter Binsfeld's 1589 'Treatise on Confessions by Evildoers and Witches' describes Beelzebub as the demon of gluttony, and lastly, at least according to Wikipedia, another Demonologist purported that he represented idolatry.

Later on in history, once Beelzebub was a bit more solidified as a demon outside of Satan's reign, he got up to a lot of mischief- during the Salem Witch Trials, he was typically and repeatedly used as the demon possessing or being used by several of the accused witches. Nowadays, however, Beelzebub reached his biggest height not even through his own name, but rather his epithet- the infamous book by William Golding, the Lord of the Flies, which invoked Beelzebub's name in the title. In the story, which is a tale going into the inherently destructive nature of humanity, the Lord of the Flies is invoked as a false religious figure a group of kids begin to worship, being a decapitated and rotting pig's head representing the gluttony of humanity. Admittedly, I haven't read Lord of the Flies yet, but the story and its general themes had a lot to do with shaping the cultural consciousness surrounding Beelzebub.

Which, well... what is that? The common consensus on Beelzebub is that of him being the King of Gluttony, second only to Satan in terms of power- combining several themes and ideas from the past into one composite figure, Beelzebub himself.

Generally, Beelzebub seems to be primarily based on a composite mixture of his appearance in Paradise Lost, the studies of several demonologists, and the ideas presented in Lord of the Flies, shaping this marvelous menace into what we see him as today. Or he can also just be Satan again... but that's boringggg.... However, in terms of culture, SMT takes notes. A lot of notes. So how is Beelzebub represented in the series?

Perfectly. Beelzebub is iconic, and it's not hard to see why- his design is menacing, conveys his role as Lord of the Flies extremely well, and is frankly as badass as someone can make a fly look. The scepter and the necklace of skulls make him look terrifying, especially given how imposing he tends to be in gameplay- Beelzebub is, historically, one of the most powerful demons in the series, making perfect sense given his role as the right hand man of Satan himself. I cannot stress enough how much I utterly adore this design and how it manages to mix the idea of a fly into something twisted, demonic, terrifying, and badass. Even his human disguise looks cool to me, even though it's a bit bland in comparison to the masterpiece that is his fruit fly design.

I can't find much reason why he has a human disguise, but it's likely just due to the fact that a demonic prince like himself would need to hide away. If anyone has an exact reason why, though, please tell me!

One also can't mention Beelzebub without bringing up his boss fight in Nocturne, one of the most challenging and fun slugfests in the game. With his signature skill instantly killing any demon who isn't immune to dark, massive healthpool, and insane bursts of damage, Beelzebub makes for a formidable foe if there ever was one- and besides, even if Metatron is more difficult, Beelzebub's boss theme goes way harder than Metatron's own, so he wins in that department as well. The battle is important narratively as well, due to it being the final test of Lucifer's to see if you're truly worthy of becoming his demonic general- it shows a lot of trust in Beelzebub that Lucifer would send out the fly to battle the Demi-Fiend.

Overall, though, Beelzebub is a demon of many names, many titles, and many fans, and it's easy to see why. Both fascinating historically and in the series itself, Beelzebub may be one of the best demons in the whole series, period. Now, with that over with... where did I put that bottle of bug spray?

Oh, there it is. Sorry, Beelzebub.

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saorikuhara39 · 1 year ago

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Oct 2023 issue of B'sLOG translation Special Feature: Hyper☆Summer Date

Oct 2023 issue of B'sLOG translation Special Feature: Hyper☆Summer Date Feat. Mammon, Solomon

[PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD] (reblogging/comments okay)

The brightness of the summer sun pushes us to be more open than usual. To enjoy this fun season, the special feature will be called "Summer Date"! Please look out for the happy summer date plan he chooses ♪

(Characters are given questions according to the place they what to go on a date with - either the beach, an amusement park, or a summer festival.)

MAMMON - DATE IN AN AMUSEMENT PARK

➀ Today is a date with your loved one at an amusement park! What matching items would you like to wear together? I'd think of headbands of the new Devil's Coast mascot that recently debuted, Awoofa*. Puttin' that on and uploadin' to Devilgram is all over the rage, man!

② It's lunchtime at the amusement park! Which do you prefer, the restaurants or lunch boxes? Either one of those shall do, but I'd like to buy from one of those carts over there and walk around while eatin'. Isn't that the way to have fun with them as much as we wanna?

③ Your loved one wants to go to a haunted house! Can you lead the way? BUT OF COURSE???? Why did'cha even bother askin' that???? Huh? Huh???

④ Riding the Ferris Wheel near closing time, you'll do this to the person you love at its highest point…… Hm, I guess I'mma just say what I thought of at the time. Like where's the House of Lamentation, how small the Demon Lord's Castle is, et cetera. It's pointless expecting me to say things that Lucifer or Satan would say. I'm sure they know that too. Oh, maybe I'll ask them if they had a good time with me. That's the most curious thing I wanna know.

*unofficial translation of Garurufa/ガルルファ. No relevant info in the game has been found regarding this new mascot (as of Sep 2023). Note that this should a different mascot from 'Devilcat/デビネコ', a red teddy bear-like creature with horns on its head.

SOLOMON - DATE IN A SUMMER FESTIVAL

➀ Today is a festival date with someone you like! What kind of clothes do you want them to wear? When in Rome, they tell me to do as the Romans do, so it's gonna be a yukata. Wearing something different from the usual can make someone excited, right? I want them to feel excited too, so I'll probably wear a yukata too.

② It's so crowded that there's a chance of getting separated! What would you do? It's unthinkable that I'd lose sight of my cute apprentice, though I might pretend that it would be a natural excuse to hold hands with them. But since I think they might see right through me, I might honestly say that I want to hold hands with them (laughs).

③ At a target shooting range, they asked you to get "the one" for them! Do you have what it takes for shooting? If my partner is looking forward for me to win, I'll win even if the lottery doesn't include a winning ticket. Eh, no magic is allowed? Hmm, even so I'll give it a shot!

④ Watching the fireworks near the festival's end, you'll do this to the person you love whose eyes are shining bright…… Maybe I won't be able to say anything to them because I'd be falling hard for them who is trying their best to watch the fireworks. Maybe deep inside I'd be saying "I'm glad we're able to make good memories".

#obey me #obey me jp #おべいみー #translation #translations #saori k translations #bslog #b'slog #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #B's-LOG #I love Solomon so much

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beetlebug-bii · 2 years ago

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Heya, first of all im sorry for that terrible joke i made in the comment section xD

I'd like to request a Solomon x Reader

I'm a sucker for him and can't find good ffs or more like not much of him TT

Scenario:

Song to listen to if you want too

( hammock - then the quiet explosion)

So I've been thinking of a scenario where MC is kind of annoyed from the brothers always near them and clinging on them, so that they have no privacy.

Solomon ( who has a crush on them) sees that the reader is exhausted and takes her to a quiet place to rest with him ( the rest is your imagination)

I loved the joke so much lmaooo

Alright this is my first one in a long while so please cut me some slack! I did my very best so I hope you like it! O7

How To Cure Depression (Solomon x GN!Reader)

You

Cannot

Serious

This is the third time this week

THE THIRD TIME THAT YOU HAVE WALKED INTO YOUR OWN ROOM TO HAVE IT BE IN SHAMBLES

IT IS TUESDAY!?!?

HOW IN THE WORLD

IN A HOUSE THIS BIG

IS YOUR ROOM ALWAYS THE CENTER OF ATTENTION

OH THATS RIGHT

BECAUSE EVERYONE WHO LIVES HERE BREAKS IN

AND THEY START FIGHTS WHEN SOMEONE ELSE DOES THE SAME THING

You just

Cant

Take it anymore

Lucifer is always critiquing your organization and how clean the room is

Mammon is always stealing your stuff

Levi and Satan are judging your interests all. the. time.

Asmo steals your clothes for selfies

Beel gets food on the floor

and Belphie messes up your bed at least six times a day

Why do they always have to do this

They have their own rooms

Why cant you?

you are so sick of cleaning up after their mess

so tired of always having to mediate fights

and that's why you're here you suppose

You couldn't even handle being in the house to listen to their excuses anymore

So you came here

The courtyard of the Royal Academy of Diavolo

It's the only place you can even feel like you can breathe right now, and even now you're struggling to keep the tears in

You close your eyes and take a breath, your head resting on your knees

Theres a nice breeze today…

It smells like flowers almost…

You can feel the sun shining on your skin too…its so warm…you missed that feeling…

Wait a second

aren't you underground right now?

Why is there a breeze??? Even if there was a breeze, why does it smell like flowers??

And there definitely shouldn't be a sunlight feeling??

Finally taking a moment to look up, you lock eyes with the one and only shady wizard

You almost want to sigh

There goes peace…goodbye peace…you will be missed…

But the way he's looking at you is…different

He's missing his signature smirk that always seems to be plastered on his face

Instead it's been replaced with something slightly softer…kind…

"Hey" he took a few steps forward

Leaning down next to you, and wiping a teardrop from your cheek

"...hey…" you said back, still unsure

Solomon sits beside you, leaning against the large stone wall hiding you from the rest of the world

"What happened?"

And with that

You broke

You cried on and on and on

Sobbing about how overwhelmed you were, how nothing you did was good enough, how exhausted you were all the time

You really hadn't meant to

But by the end you were just a bundle of tears

You were expecting a comment on how small your problems were

or maybe even a laugh because what did you expect? They ARE demons after all…

What you weren't expecting

Was Solomon gently taking your hand

And whispering a slight follow me

Gently he led you deeper within the courtyard, getting ever so slightly lost between the hedges

"Close your eyes" he said, with a slight smirk

and in that moment you werent sure if you should trust him

On one hand, he has yet to bully you

On the other, you might commit homicide if he starts now

You sigh and close your eyes

After a few moments of absolutely nothing happening you open them

And poof the wizard is gone

Are

You

Serious

He led you into what is basically a hedgemaze and then left!?

You huff, more annoyed now than you were before

You could go commit arson

You could ask diavolo so politely

He would probably say yes ri-

AAAAAAAA

you let out a short scream as a hand shoots out from within one of the hedges

You can hear Solomon laugh slightly from inside

oh you motherfu-

The hand grabs you and pulls you in

After being yanked through the bushes, you find yourself in a small cove…

Flowers filled the ground, and the grass was so soft….and there was sunlight- how?

"Where…" you whispered, still a bit awestruck

A place like this definitely shouldn't exist in the devildom…

"This is a little piece of home" Solomon explained, while taking a seat on the soft ground, "I made it with an illusion spell of sorts…I come here when things get difficult"

You gently sat next to Solomon

Taking it all in

Who knew the shady wizard had a soft side…

Solomon pulled your head down to his lap, one hand gently running through your hair while the other pulled out a book

He softly began to read

"I don't trust stairs…they are always up to something"

…huh

"Where do ghosts become pilots?...fright school"

…no

"Why did the cookie go to the doctor? It was feeling crumby"

…you were going to kill him

…but maybe later

You laughed and gently swatted Solomon's book of "1000 dad jokes to cheer up people with depression"

How sweet of him

Solomon laughed and poked at your cheeks

you really were beautiful when you smiled

Not that he could say that of course

…not yet

He wanted to savor this moment by your side for just a bit longer

Just the two of you

Safe in your little bubble

Away from the rest of the world

Solomon gently pet your hair until you fell asleep

Watching with a gentle smile

Before placing a small kiss on your forehead

He would give the brothers a piece of his mind later

#obey me #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me solomon

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crimsonedquill · 2 years ago

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Hello friend’ I’m new, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a m!mc curing anne sallow fic, where she starts to fall for them shortly after :) keep up your wonderful work!

Welcome to the community! We have lots of blankets, pillows and just generally good vibes here 🖤 Also, your kind comments really made my day ^_^

Sorry for taking a little longer than usual – I was in a really good flow and I didn't want to post until I was confident I had it 100% right. Definitely had the most fun writing this one so far, thank you for the prompt!

Healing (Anne Sallow x M!MC)

Tags: Fluff, Just overall wholesomeness, Sebastian being an overprotective bro

“Are you certain this’ll work?” Sebastian asked, his voice thick with anxiety. MC had given him at least twenty different variations of the same answer in the past half hour, but he supposed he couldn’t really blame the Sallow boy for being nervous; he would have likely felt the same in his position.

“I’m confident it will,” he assured him. “It’ll be different this time. I know how to use my ability now, after all.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Sebastian answered, before shaking his head. “It’s just so difficult to fathom… all of this. Knowing that there will finally be an end to her suffering. If this works, I owe you my life, MC.”

“Keep it,” MC chuckled. “You’ll have lots of catching up to do once Anne is able to live without pain.”

He was relieved to see a hint of a smile forming on Sebastian’s lips after all. Truthfully, now that they were coming up on Feldcroft, he couldn’t deny he felt the slightest bit nervous, if only for the massive pressure resting on his shoulders. He didn’t necessarily question his control over his ability, having dedicated himself to rigorous training with the help of Professor Fig to avoid Isadora’s missteps. Still, he was nevertheless terrified of disappointing the Sallows now that he had become their last hope.

Focus, he told himself as they approached the small cottage at the edge of the hamlet. Inner balance is the only way to heal her. You know this.

Before they could enter, the door swung open on its own and a bearded man stepped out, his face hardening as he saw them.

“Mr Sallow,” MC said politely, as he inclined his head.

“I want you to know that if it had been up to me, I would have put an end to this fool’s errand right now,” Solomon grunted. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

MC noticed Sebastian clenching his fists. He gently touched his shoulder to calm him down before turning to the older man. “I am confident I can heal Anne, Mr Sallow,” he said, his voice lacking any suggestion of doubt. “She personally requested it, did she not?”

Solomon briefly clenched his jaw before he let out a deep sigh. “That she has. She’s waiting for you inside. But I’m warning you, if this somehow results in even more harm, I’m holding you responsible.”

“I will accept any and all responsibility,” MC answered. “May we enter now?”

For a moment it looked as if Solomon would keep blocking the doorway, but then he stepped aside to let them through. Any dispiritedness they might have felt from their chilly reception swiftly vanished when they finally saw Anne. Her face lit up at the sight of her brother, and she reached out for him as he ran up to her. “Sebastian!”

“How are you?” Sebastian asked, placing a hand on her shoulder as he kneeled next to her. “Are you comfortable?”

“Much more now that you’re here.” She nodded to MC. “Hello, MC.”

“It’s good to see you, Anne,” MC said with a gentle smile. He meant it; despite the dark lines under her eyes and the overall paleness of her face, she seemed more healthy than he’d ever seen her. He caught himself involuntarily thinking about the remarkable hidden beauty held by her features and quickly shook his head to regain focus.

“So…” Anne said, breaking the silence. “How does this work, exactly? Is there anything you need me to do?”

“I just want you to try to keep still and make yourself as comfortable as possible,” MC told her, before holding a short pause. “I will be honest with you, Anne, I know this will work, though I cannot guarantee it will be entirely painless. I will try my best, but –”

“I doubt it’ll be much worse than what I’ve already had to endure,” Anne said. “You… you can go ahead, I’ll manage.”

MC nodded, then turned to Sebastian, who was still holding onto his sister’s arm. “Sebastian, it’d be best if you took a step back. You know, as a precaution –”

“Yes… yes, of course.” He exchanged one more look with Anne, squeezing her shoulder. “I’ll be right here in the room with you.”

Anne smiled weakly, briefly touching his hand to reassure him. He withdrew, taking a deep breath as his gaze met MC’s. “Do what you must do.”

MC felt himself tensing up as he drew his wand, readying himself to channel his ancient magic. This was it, the moment of truth. If he couldn’t help her…

No, that was simply not possible. He would help her.

He furrowed his brow as he began, concentrating the surge of energy flowing up from his very core. He directed it into his wand, feeling his hand beginning to tremble as it transformed into a conduit. The world around him ceased to be one of images, instead morphing into a collection of colours; he saw Anne, a shade of bright red contained within a rim of blue light. He reached out, pushing into the red, sensing the pain emanating from her being. The sheer violence of it left him reeling for a minute, sharp needles puncturing every inch of his body, but he knew he had to reach further to be able to remove it. And so he clenched his teeth, pushing beyond the limits of his own mortal form; becoming one with her as he sensed her thoughts, her agony, her everything.

He could hear Sebastian shouting somewhere far away, but he wasn’t really listening to what he was saying. He wielded every bit of strength he had left to withdraw from Anne’s frail body, taking the pain with him, forcing it to assume a physical form. After the passage of what felt like hours, the room morphed back into shape. He saw Anne, slightly hunched over, and Sebastian kneeling next to her on the ground.

“Anne?” He shook his sister by her shoulders, possessed by a sudden panic. “Anne, are you all right? Say something!”

It was as if a rock dropped into the bottomless pit of MC’s stomach. Something had gone wrong. He had reached too far, he had taken away all of her emotions like Isadora had and there would be nothing left of her now but a soulless corpse –

Suddenly, Anne gasped and looked up, her eyes shooting across the room before settling on MC. “You…” she breathed, and MC felt his heart skipping a beat as she slowly stood up from the chair. “You… you cured me. I don’t feel any more pain. It’s… it’s gone!”

She turned to her brother and threw herself into his arms, causing him to momentarily stumble backwards before he embraced her, his face breaking open into a smile that could light up a whole village. “Is it… are you… are you really cured?” he asked, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

MC couldn’t help but slightly tear up at the wholesome display. For all the terrible adversity he’d have had to withstand, now he was finally able to witness the good he was able to do, and it left him speechless. He didn’t even notice Solomon until the man was standing right next to him.

“Anne?” He was making a rather strange sound, and MC realised this was the first time he was seeing the bitter mask falling away.

“Uncle!” Anne freed herself from her brother’s grasp and ran up to Solomon, taking the man’s hand into her own. “It’s a miracle, truly. I’ve been relieved of my suffering. The curse is no more!”

For a moment Solomon was utterly speechless; then he took the girl into his arms, his voice heavy with emotion as he whispered: “I can’t believe it… after all those years…”

His teary gaze met MC’s. “Thank you,” he said, and MC simply nodded.

— — —

Anne’s recovery progressed more smoothly than MC would have ever dared to dream. Within a day she was already back on her feet, helping out around the house with an energy that was simply infectious. MC noticed a remarkable transformation in Sebastian and his uncle as well; they were no longer fighting all the time, and on some occasions he even witnessed them exchanging some kind words, as if there was some completely new side to their relationship that he hadn’t seen before.

MC took it all in with joy and, dare he say, a certain sense of pride as well. He remembered well the conflict that had plagued him after his decision to open the repository, the question of whether he was any better than Isadora and the pain she had inflicted through her good intentions. Seeing the Sallow family healing had provided a definitive conclusion to his doubts.

After a couple of days, he decided to take his leave. When he stepped outside that morning, he was surprised by Sebastian, who came trudging up the hill to meet him, broom in his hand.

“You’re up early,” MC remarked with a chuckle.

“Tell me about it,” he answered, grinning despite being out of breath. “She’s been at it ever since Uncle Solomon allowed her to go outside – making up for all the time she’s lost. Now she’s dragged me into training matches so that she’s ready to get right back on the Quidditch team when she returns to Hogwarts.”

“And she asked you to be her opponent?”

“Hey, don’t give me that tone. Got chewed out by Imelda enough times to be at least half decent on a broom.” He shifted the weight on his shoulder for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “I can’t thank you enough, MC. What you did for my sister… it’s really the best thing that’s ever happened to us in all of our lives. We’ll be forever in your debt.”

“I was glad to be of help,” MC said, slightly embarrassed at all of the praise. “But… I think it’d be for the best that I be on my way again. I don’t want to be a distraction now that you’re finally able to spend time with each other again.”

Sebastian promptly dropped his broom. “But you aren’t a burden at all! And really, you can’t be leaving already. Anne wants to visit Hogsmeade today and she personally requested you accompany us –”

MC felt his heart involuntarily skip a beat. “She did?”

“You wouldn’t let her down now, right?” chuckled Sebastian. “Come on, it’ll be good. I owe you at least a Butterbeer.”

MC thought for a moment, though it didn’t take long for him to make up his mind. “Well… all right, I’ll join you.”

“Excellent. I’ll tell her you’ll be coming along. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m probably going to get an earful if I don’t make it back in time.”

And off he was again, running back towards the field at the bottom of the hill with a speed that left MC chuckling. It didn’t take too long for his thoughts to return to the matter of Anne’s invitation. Was there some special reason for the gesture, or did she simply want to express her gratitude? And even if there was a special reason, what did that mean for him?

He wasn’t the least bit surprised when he caught himself blushing, as he stared down at the figures flying across the field, swallows on a green canvas.

— — —

“Merlin, that was delicious.” Anne was the first of them to step out of the Three Broomsticks, contentedly wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’d completely forgotten the taste of Butterbeer.”

“Are you sure I’m not going to have to carry you back home?” Sebastian teased. “I’m fairly certain you had at least twelve glasses back there.”

“Oh, stop it. You’re just saying that because you can’t handle more than one glass yourself.”

“I resent that accusation!”

MC chuckled to himself as he listened to the Sallow twins bantering. He hadn’t quite been able to get a word in ever since they arrived in the village, but then again, he didn’t really mind playing third wheel either. It was great to see Anne and Sebastian both so full of life and unsuppressed joy.

As they stood on the street in front of the bar and Anne was suddenly occupied by a quaint little magical flower stall, Sebastian leaned over to whisper in MC’s ear. “Do you think you could keep her company for a few minutes? I’ll just have to pop into Spintwitches to get her a little surprise gift for school.”

“I’d be glad to,” MC nodded.

“Great. Don’t get any funny ideas now, all right? Even when you think I’m not there, I’ll be watching you two like a Hippogriff.”

The comment left him more than a little perplexed as Sebastian disappeared into the crowd of Hogsmeade visitors, just before Anne turned around, cocking an eyebrow at him when she noticed the absence of her brother. “We’ve barely been out here for five minutes and he’s already gone?”

“He had some… matters to attend to,” MC said, quickly recollecting himself. “We could wait here for a little if you –”

“I’ve waited long enough. We’ll just have to find a way to enjoy ourselves without him, wouldn’t you say?”

Before he had any chance to respond or act, she hooked her arm into his, looking up at him with a smile that made his head spin. “Let’s head to the main square.”

They began their walk through the bustling streets, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow on their surroundings. The village was alive with the chatter of students and the aroma of freshly baked goods drifting from the nearby shops. Anne eyed it all with childlike wonder, suddenly letting out a content sigh.

“Anything the matter?” MC asked.

“I suppose it all just amazes me. It feels like I’m discovering everything all over again.”

“I’m sure it must be daunting, especially after all that time.”

“It is,” she nodded as she continued, her voice slightly wavering. “I was so focused on surviving that everything else ceased to be… real, in a sense. But now… I don’t know. All of a sudden there is a world of possibilities out there, and I’m not quite sure what to do.”

MC turned to face her, their eyes meeting. “Anne, you’ve faced incredible challenges, and you’ve shown immense resilience. Quite frankly, you might just be the strongest person I’ve ever met. I believe you have the potential to do anything you set your mind to.”

A faint blush tinted Anne’s cheeks as she smiled gratefully. “Thank you, MC. Your faith in me means a lot.” Her voice dropped to a softer tone. “You and Sebastian… you were there for me, even when I had long given up hope. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if it hadn’t been for you."

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight of unspoken emotions. MC’s heart quickened, sensing a shift in the atmosphere between them. Should he say something? Did she want him to say something?

Just then, the sound of music filled the air, drawing their attention to a small crowd gathered on the street. A band had set up, and people were joyfully dancing to the infectious rhythm.

Anne’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she grabbed MC’s hand. “Come on, MC! Let's join them!”

Caught off guard, MC stumbled for a moment before finding his footing, their heart racing with a sudden surge of all kinds of emotions. As they joined the crowd, Anne’s hand in his, the world around them faded away.

Amidst the swaying and laughter, MC couldn’t help but notice the subtle moments in the way Anne’s eyes lit up whenever their gazes met, and the gentle squeeze of her hand, a touch that lingered just a fraction longer than necessary. Questions began racing through his mind again. Was she just toying with him, knowing it would grind her brother’s gears? No, he had known her to be different than that. But then what did that mean – that there was somehow a deepening connection between them?

But for now, that didn’t matter. He allowed himself to get lost in the dance, riding the wave of her lively spirit, knowing that for now, there was nothing else he needed.

— — —

After dinner that night, Anne asked MC to join her for a walk outside. Sebastian immediately offered himself up to accompany them, but he was sabotaged by Solomon.

“Leave them, boy,” he admonished him, though his tone was not unkind. “I’m sure your sister will manage a few minutes without you.”

MC looked to the man, perhaps expecting a wink or some silent sign of support, but he didn’t see any. Maybe that had been a little too much to ask.

The air outside was refreshing, cool but not uncomfortable, and they walked together side by side for a while before MC decided to break the silence. “Your brother sure seems committed to making up for lost time.”

“I suspect it’s not so much that as the thought of us being alone together getting under his skin,” she said with a chuckle. “Perhaps we should stay out here for a couple of hours, just to see him unravel.”

MC felt a slight tingle in his stomach. Did she just – no, clearly she was just joking.

They stopped on a plateau with a beautiful view of the hamlet, the cosy lights below piercing through the darkness. Anne let out a deep sigh. MC hoped he wasn’t being overly obvious as he admired her profile, the way she seemed to have been reborn with an ethereal sense of beauty.

“So, Sebastian told me you are leaving?” she asked, the hint of disappointment in her voice not escaping his notice.

“It would be for the best,” MC answered. “As hospitable as you all have been, this healing process is something the three of you need to go through together. I would just be distracting you from that. Besides, there are more things I need to do before I go back to Hogwarts after the summer.”

“Not anything dangerous, I should hope?”

“Don’t worry, I do intend to come back in one piece,” he said with a reassuring smile. “But my ability requires further honing… though you are a great testimony to the progress I’ve made so far, I suppose.”

“Glad to be of help, even though it didn’t really feel that way.”

They shared a chuckle between themselves and stood for a few minutes more, simply enjoying each other’s company. Then they spoke up again.

“Anne –”

“MC –”

They looked at each other slightly perplexed, then they laughed. “Ladies first,” MC said, grinning.

“Fair enough,” Anne laughed, before softening her tone. “I suppose I was just going to express my gratitude again, but then again… I think I’ve wasted far too much time to be playing coy with my feelings. So what I really want to tell you is… well, I’ve been thinking a lot. About what I still want to do, the life I want to live. About the place I see in that life – for you and me.”

She looked up at him, their eyes meeting. She had never looked more beautiful, the warm glow on her cheeks visible even in the pale moonlight. She bit down on her bottom lip as she averted her gaze, the simple gesture causing his heart to flutter. “Now look at me, still beating around the bush…”

“Anne…”

He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her. There were no questions asked, no things said, simply because there was no need. She responded by taking his head into her hands, deepening the kiss as if she had been given a taste of a forbidden fruit, a life she had always dreamt about and which had now finally become real to her, the fulfilment of a wish.

They still didn’t say a word when they broke apart, just enjoying the sweet and vulnerable sensation of the moment. Anne smiled, opening her eyes to him. “I’m glad you feel the same way.”

He took one of her hands into his, squeezing it. “Anne, is this… am I really the one you want?”

“Would I have kissed you if I didn’t?” As if to accentuate her answer, she kissed him again, leaving him breathless as her lips touched his in a way that left him practically a mess.

“I know I want this,” she said after pulling back again, taking both of his hands. “And well… you have some time to think it over, if you need it.”

“I think I’ve already made up my mind,” said MC as he smiled at her. “Though… do you think your brother will take kindly to the idea of us being together?”

Anne burst out in laughter; he wasn’t quite sure what was so funny, but he laughed along nevertheless, finding it hard to resist her giggle.

“Of all the dangers on your path, the perils threatening you, that is the thing you choose to worry about?”

And before he was even able to utter a response, her lips were back on his again, and he simply decided to stop thinking.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #anne sallow #sebastian sallow #solomon sallow #anne sallow x mc

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12am-motivation · 2 years ago

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Hey mo I know you like to play enstars, so do I so can I get your opinions on which unit each individual obey me boy would be in? I know for a fact Lucifer would be Valkyrie, mammon crazy b and Luke rabbits but everyone else... Can we get that pls 🥺🥺🥺

Heya @darkflowerav! Funny you should ask, remember that one Eichi and Solomon doodle I posted back then? I once reblogged it with some personal headcanons on which unit each Obey Me! character would be in but I eventually set it on private since I didn't know much about Enstars back then.

Now that I'm a bit more cultured *cracks knuckles* I'll revise that old list.

Note: We don't have much information about Thirteen, Mephisto, and Raphael to classify them yet so I didn't include them in this list.

(Credits to @minhyunsdick for helping me with this!)

Lucifer - Valkyrie

I remember you once commenting that Lucifer was like Shu (and even mentioned that "angel who defied god" line from Miwaku Geki / Enthralling Theatre).

Valkyrie is a unit that showcases artistic forms and is more distanced from its fans compared to the others. Lucifer also has this sense of class and nobility with his music taste and would also strive for perfection like Shu does due to his pride. But despite their arrogance, it is shown that Lucifer cares for his brothers like how Shu cares for Mika.

Mammon - Crazy:B

He has huge Rinne vibes in terms of his risk-taking / gambling addiction that often gets everyone around him into trouble, and his role as a caring older brother. No further explanation. (His personality goes much deeper than that, though.)

Leviathan - RYUSEITAI or Switch

We all know Levi's a huge geek, an absolute dork (affectionate), and a gamer so I'm sure he'd blend in with our favorite heroes and magicians. The "negative" side of his personality also has something in common with the backgrounds of these units, if you know what I mean.

Satan - Double Face

The main characteristic of the unit is in its name; it represents the duality of the unit's members. The current Satan has his gentlemanly facade to hide the wrath that lies within.

Asmodeus - Eden (Eve)

Pretty much Asmo = Hiyori; Eden's style and choreography are known to be flashy and dramatic and Asmo would be more than willing to give fanservice.

Beelzebub - UNDEAD (or Butou-kai)

He's like Adonis as a gentle giant. Taking his character song into consideration, I think Beel's voice suits UNDEAD. If shuffle units count, his physical strength could classify him under Butou-kai. (I mean just imagine Beel in FIST OF SOUL)

Belphegor - Knights (or La Mort)

I associate Belphie with Ritsu and his overall character, including his intelligence and lethargy. His soothing voice also suits those units. Not to mention they both dislike their older brothers and things between them were different in the past.

Diavolo - Eden (Adam)

Diavolo is somewhat like Nagisa in terms of character with both of them having lived in seclusion for some time. While he is the next in line to the throne and asserts authority when necessary, he also has a youthful and energetic side to him that is hidden from the general public.

Barbatos - Valkyrie or AKATSUKI (or XXVeil)

Barbatos is a demon of class and always observes proper discipline and etiquette, not to mention he's an ever-quintessential butler. AKATSUKI's traditional Japanese theme also somewhat suits him. I'd assign him to fine but he doesn't really suit the heavenly theme.

Luke - Ra*bits or fine (or Branco)

Pre-character development Luke is more like Tori and his strictness classifies him more in a unit of authority plus, his status as an angel lines up with fine's theme. But if we're talking about his character song and his overall cuteness, he'd most likely be in Ra*bits or Branco.

Simeon - fine or Knights

If Luke is Tori, Simeon would be Yuzuru. Simeon is a representative from the Celestial Realm but also has a terrifying side to him when it comes to his concealed wrath. His protective role as an angel could also line up with Knights' chivalry.

Solomon - Double Face

Cat group as Double Face; similar reason to Satan's. Solomon may be kind and is often shown to be calm and collected with a smile, but there are a lot of dark mysteries about him that we have yet to uncover. (Too bad he can't cook like Mama does)

#hope you like these!#crossovers aren't really my thing anymore but this was pretty fun to do #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #おべいみー #mo rambles into the void #queued

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monsooninn · 3 months ago

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Berakhot 11b: 6. "The Domrainan."

The Mishnah accuse of us not planning too far ahead, of being too willing to sow a breeze and reap a hurricane instead of planning a gathering at the table to eat and sing songs. We have worried about gay people, lesbians, men in dresses and women in trousers instead of renting the land for the purposes God gave us. Rather we drummed up excuses to rend it. Ukraine is the best example I have. We were called upon, like the masses were at the crucifixion to save the condemned and we waltzed away.

The evidence for all of this, our lack of daring and compassion, is damning. And it gets worse, because God says He told us what to do long ago. It is called Shlomo, the Son of David: "multilaterial peacemaking." No one accuses Solomon of doing too much wrong, do they! But us - you can accuse us all day long and still not have enough time to list the wicked things we have done.

The Mishnah says this is par for the course. We are always just about to publish the peace and live in happiness forever, aren't we, then there is what is called a Domrainan, "a tear that falls and puts a stop to it." The Tania within it is "do this and the tears will not fall, not this time."

This moment it all precipitates out and the tears fall is the difference between what we say we want and what we are about to get.

As for Israel itself, no one will ever say the people of the Middle East invited the filthy fucking Mormons to start burning the world down on October 7, 2023, nor was anyone in America paying sufficient attention to the interplay between they and the Iranians, North Koreans, Russians, Indians, and Chinese but alas this they were doing because the flip fuckers think Israel belongs to them and not its real title holders, the Jewish people. They have said they will not give up, will not stop, they are not willing to cooperate with mankind and end its longest running counterclimax to God's will.

I have heard Jewish commentators say the events of October 7 revealed the Jewish people- their strengths and weaknesses to themselves and they are getting stronger for in spite of it, but that is bullshit. This is not what the Rambam, speaking as the Torah said the Jewish people had to do to reignite the Age. Being attacked by a bunch of meth heads from a shitty mismanaged foreign nation was not on the list.

Delivery from the power of foreigners is integral to the future identity of the Jewish people. An invasion from America cannot, according to the Rambam serve this purpose. I call you out on this and to stand up against the US Gov for its role in trying to end the Jewish race for all time and showing so very little worry once it was caught in the act of coordinating it. Certainly the people of Muhammad were all going to pay a price for this as well, they always have.

So as the Mishnah says, we are stuck at Condition Two of the Mashiach, the one where endless debate, bitching, and confusion as to when the sun is actually supposed to rise over a sovereign Israel and free the world from this ancient evil is going to take place. The answer to the code freeze is found below and in the Gemara:

6. In Shlomo the measure of night in the day as a domrainan: "He who creates light and creates darkness", but the measure of day in the night, how can you forget it?

The word Shlomo has meaning of great importance to us:

"The verb שלם (shalem) means to be or make whole or complete, and is also used to describe a righteous recompense or proper restitution (whether positive or not). The familiar noun שלום (shalom) means wholeness, completeness or peace.

Other derivatives are: noun שלם (shelem), peace offering; verb שלם (shalam), to be in a covenant of peace; adjective שלם (shalem), perfect, whole, complete, safe; noun שלם (shillem), recompense; nouns שלמן (shalmon), שלום (shillum), שלם (shillum) and שלמה (shilluma), reward or proper recompense."

To accomplish all of this we need to remember the Mishnah told us we have not even begun to live yet. We are at Day Zero, living behind the curtain with the Holiest of Holies in complete darkness. The Mishnah says remember who creates light and darkness and the answer is Michael, "Who is like God," alllllll the way at the end of the emotional spectrum of man at Day 6.

Within the word Shlomo is what we need to reach Day 6, faster than fast.

The Value in Gematria is 7625, ז‎ו‎ב‎, discharge the flux= Shabbat. Once a man knows how to be truly happy he does not stop. He forgets how to do it any other way. We are a planet of psychopaths who need to learn how to be happy in ways that are pleasing to God, the Holy Talmud was written to emphasize not only is this possible, but it is a must if we are to continue to live in large numbers on this world.

The Nation of Israel must constitute as the Kingdom its God explicated, and men, women, and children all around must be in a covenant of peace with one another that will never end. Then the Domrainan, the positive inverse version of the term above, "the palm tree with eyes that clothe the sea", the Mashiach will present himself.

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nocreativityfornames · 1 year ago

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Nah, it's cool! I fully agree, Solomon is a fucking force to be reckoned with, even taking aside the ability to summon demons with his pacts.

And yeah, the fact that he can throw these spells at Lucifer with ease while not looking at all concerned about the consequences of it - and everything else you've pointed out that he's been able to do throughout the game too - definitely showcases that sheer skill and power. ( also the way he treats Lucifer and Barbatos in general, the man has no fears whatsoever 💀 )

It's part of the reason why I love their interactions so much. You have two of the most powerful beings in the whole three realms who both recognize and respect each others' magic abilities and strength but don't really like each other and it's funny as hell.

Especially with the whole "make a pact with me 🙂🙂" "absolutely not 🙄🙄" dynamic between the two of them.

I can understand your ( and other players' ) perspective on Lucifer's lack of response to Solomon's restraining spell too, though I personally took it as him not seeing Solomon's spell as a serious threat and feeling he had no reason to immediately counter-attack, at least not before he could make a snarky little comment ( he's such jerk :'') ) about how completely out of touch it was for Solomon to even think the spell would have an actual effect on him. But that's on different interpretations and it's what makes these discussions interesting as well.

To sum it all up though, my take on this fight is that Solomon being able to go all out and use his pacts he'd win, because then Lucifer would not only have to fight Solomon ( who's already a tough ass enemy to take down on its own ) but also his pact demons, who could be unknown demons, Asmo or Barbatos, or all of the above, depending on what Solomon chooses to do and how many demons Lucifer can take/Solomon can summon.

1v1 though I'm thinking it's a pretty fair fight, though I'm genuinely not sure who'd win at the end of that particular scenario. Maybe they both end up using so much magic they'd end up collapsing from exhaustion or something like that ( lol ) and it'd be considered a draw. Don't really know.

#this kinda stuff makes me wanna see an actual fight between them 👀#part of me doesn't though because a serious fight between them would break my heart in pieces and I'd never recover from it :)))))#I've already had a mini heart attack when Solomon went “pick a side” on the fountain of knowledge and all that shit happened #I would NOT survive

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forevermore-quoth-the-kitten · 3 years ago

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Random Obey Me Headcannons I Have, But They’re Out of Context

Levi is banned from all karaoke and singing anything throughout the devildom.

Mammon is banned from a lot of Devildom gameshows.

If you want to check if your jewelry is real or how much it’s worth, you go to Mammon.

Lucifer was an alchoholic.

Belphie has two very different reputations throughout the devildom, one as The Lord of Dreams, the other as The Master of Nightmares. On one hand he’s as harmless as a demon lord can get, on the other hand he’s more terrifying than Lucifer.

Beel is head of the royal guard and is a beast during training, but no one is scared of him.

Levi acts very different than his usual self and is more like Lucifer, but only when he’s in uniform/working/on a ship.

Levi is the best strategist among the brothers, even better than Satan or Lucifer.

Very few know about mammon’s job and even fewer know what it entails, but him and his team are some of the most important in the devildom.

Asmo and some of his close companions and followers basically work for/with Satan.

Mammon is the singular reason the brothers didn’t completely break and fall apart after the war ended and they fell.

Mammon often gets pulled into a sectretary-like job by the royal treasurer.

No one is actually sure what Lucifer’s sexual orientation is, but its a running joke for people to wish him a happy pride.

Everyone is the devildom knows that if you’re in trouble at pride, you find Beel or Diavolo first, any of the other brothers or staff second.

Mammon has ADHD, Lucifer and Satan both have ADHD-i (previously known as ADD), they were born/created with these. (Both Michael and Raphael have autism). None of them are diagnosed. (Thanks to grannys-things, I learned new lore about ADHD vs ADD and was able to change this to be more accurate!)

Asmo is OCD, Levi has Social Anxiety and Panic Attacks, Belphie has Major Depression, and Beel has an eating disorder, they developed these after the war and have varying levels of control over the conditions.

Barbatos has Musophobia, it was something he developed after seeing something in the human realm’s future that was unavoidable.

Asmo and Levi go to the Devildom Comicon every year together in full cosplay, a different one for each day.

All Demons have Polyamorous Tendencies, and as royalty Diavolo is sort of expected to have a harem, but he doesn’t care for one. In contrast, Solomon used to have one when he was a young wise king and joking calls his pact demons his harem sometimes.

Belphie has a lot of knowledge about human myths and legends, only Satan ever hears about that though.

Beel has anger issues outside of his hangry fits, he only got them after Lilith died and Satan helped him get them under control.

Barbatos uses his powers sometimes for his own vacations while he’s still working, taking a few months to a decade in the human world for himself.

He and Simeon are quite close and it’s why Simeon was chosen for the exchange program, he’s Simeon’s main informant and proof reader for his series.

Satan has the nickname ‘TanTan’ and only one person has ever called him that and remains the only person allowed to use that name.

There’s more, but that’s it for now! It’s pretty Brother centered, but i’ll do another one with more with other characters! and if you want explainations or have ideas about certain headcannons, drop me an ask or leave a comment and I'll give it context. (All explained headcannons will be linked back to the masterlist, fyi.)

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lorkai · 2 years ago

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Can I request for like a HCs of otherworld elite demon gn MC? Bc I was inspired by the topic of the observable universe and my friend came into conclusion of like what if there is different heaven and hells in each universe with different gods y'know? Anyway can you do it for the dateables + Diavolo?

A/N: It took me a while, huh? Sorry about that anon dear, but I must say I absolutely loved your idea. Never would have thought of something like that, I just hope I did it justice enough! Btw I also included Thirteen! o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Universes and dimensions. And in each of them there were their demons and their angels, there was an incredibly colorful and joyful culture and you, as an elite demon, can only laugh at the demons who brought you from your world thinking you were a simple human. You look at your hands, wondering what their reaction would be if you showed your claws or your powers. But you hold back, it's fun to see them act with you as if you were a mere human, too fragile to touch. And as you got closer to a specific person you told them about the history of heaven and hell in your world, the people and their religious practices, the songs they sang and the things you liked. And told them about how you were a demon. You even showed them your sigil, laughing, saying you might or might not make a pact with them if you wanted to.

And Diavolo sincerely finds it amusing. He didn't feel any magic, nothing different from what he feels when he's in the presence of demons and he's super invested in finding out all about the other dimensions and about you, about what makes you so different from him. He wants to know everything he can learn because you are someone dear to him and if possible he would like to visit your dimension from time to time to see how different your house and his are different, to see the landscape, the fauna and flora and many more other things. He 100% looks like an excited child bouncing around, in case you give in and agree to take him into your world.

But it is Barbatos who probably knew that different universes and dimensions, different societies and elites existed. He is, after all, the guardian of time and time runs everywhere, regardless of whether it is in this dimension where he acts as a simple butler or in another. And he's always cooking typical dishes from your world and dropping comments that only you can understand, he wants to make you feel welcome even in his own way and having someone able to understand your memes and culture is really amazing.

Ah, Solomon has his eyes twinkling when you tell him about heaven and hell that exists, and how different they are compared to this particular dimension. You imagine, however, that the sorcerer's excitement is because he can make new pacts with you and other demons, as well as learn new spells and grow even stronger. And can you blame him? It's not every day that his new best friend comes from another dimension, he wants to know everything, every ounce of knowledge about where you were born, about your favorite foods, about music, about gods, about laws, everything. And he's only going to be satisfied when he sets foot in your world, until then Solomon doesn't mind using his imagination.

Luke finds it all ironic. You've always tucked him into bed and told him lots of stories to put him to sleep, stories your parents used to tell you when you were just a little kid and he should have deduced that they were original enough to be so rich in detail. Despite the shock of learning that you are not a human but a demon, an elite demon by the way, Luke is handling the news well, he knows you are a good person and have a selfless heart. And honestly he is more than happy to hear everything you have to say about your homeland, especially from heaven and its creator, if possible he would also like to recreate some dishes and hear more stories.

It's not as if Simeon didn't know about the existence of other dimensions, as various rumors about them circulated in the Celestial Realm, but knowing so well that they were true makes him fascinated. He sets aside his Friday days just to ask questions about his world and his home, and he uses all that knowledge to create a new character in his book, a character that audiences love. And of course because he wants you to feel very welcome in this dimension, besides trying to convince you to go up to the Celestial Realm with him so he can show you the pearly rivers and the lush green forests so beautiful that it takes your breath away - he doesn't care if you're an elite demon, he loves you anyway, platonic or romantically.

Thirteen literally doesn't care. She knows from the start that you are not a human, for your soul is strange and unfamiliar, unlike anything she has ever seen while working as a reaper. And precisely because she is a reaper she has traveled through various dimensions collecting souls and guiding them to the places they deserve to be, but it was work and she never had much time to pay attention to your version of the human world or hell. But now she's excited and wants to hear everything you have to tell, every gossip and intrigue, and if you give her permission she wants to caress your horns, wings or tail, she loves the sound of your voice explaining something complex as she listens.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me 13 #obey me thirteen #lorkai headcanon #anon request

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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

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ALSO- I have a request! Brothers (+royals if you want) reacting to an MC who is extremely affectionate once they like someones- gives hugs, praises often, gives gifts, does their best to help when they can- but if any of this affection is returned they cry. Hard. Because they're emotionally constipated and any affection or love they receive overwhelms them- this also embarrasses them extremely-

Damn.... didn't think I'd feel called out by a prompt request XD it seems my time has come!

I'm guessing royals are Diavolo and barbatos so I added them but if you ever request again and someone you wanted wasn't here, feel free to comment and I'll make sure to add them

Brothers + Diavolo & barbatos with an overly affection MC with issues

Lucifer:

He grew use to your affection ways

The words of praise when you notice he finished a work load

Or when you'd pat his head when he was tired

At first he wondered why you would handle or touch him likes he's a fragile doll but he grew to love how gentle you were

Subconsciously he'd lean his head down whenever he completed a task expecting a head pat

Even if you weren't there but if he's caught he'll just pretend he was tired

Lucifer wasn't always the most affectionate, especially as he rarely shows how much he genuinely loves the people around them

He decided to return the gesture, you recently got a high grade in a class you were struggling in

He patted your head, giving it a light ruffle

"You did good, you're improving alot - it's very promising."

Didn't expect you to start crying, aggressively shoving away your tears

"what's wrong? Did something-"

"I just- this is embarassing- you patted my head and people don't really do that for me and I just-"

"Ah, I see, then I shall do it more often."

"even in public?"

He was never a public man, wanting to get his softer side hidden in the protection of his soul and the walls surrounding his room

But here you were, crying because he simply caressed your cheek

He wants you to be happy and feel as loved as he does

So he'll happily push his walls down for you

"if it means this much to you, then yes but let's keep it appropriate."

Mammon:

"How's my handsome super model?! Did it go well? Aww you look tired, let's get you rested, okay?"

He's so in love

No one has ever made him feel this mooshy and love sick and he's ANCIENT

He's use to his brothers always insulting him - he likes a good tease and making a rude remark about each other but they tend to push it

They hit his Insecurities and think he can handle it because they're demons

But he wasn't always

Then you came along, giving him head pats and words of praise

Always standing up for him

He fell for you so quickly and so hard

He basically turns into a puppy when he's with you

When you left with Satan to get groceries he had to be forced to not go with you, waiting at the stairs for you to come back

As soon as Satan left with even your bags included, he came bolting for you

Leaping into your arms and squeezed you tight, insisting he didn't miss you but just got bored

The way he's nuzzling your cheek says otherwise

When you began crying he immediately panicked

"Did Satan do something to ya?! I swear I'll beat-"

"I'm just not use to others being as affectionate as I am back to me - it's okay."

"Huh?! Well I guess the greatest demon of all time has to be that person, that's me! Don't forget it, okay?! I'm going to smother you."

Mammon is already a touchy person but knows to be respectful, since that day his hands are always on you

Either holding your hand, touching your shoulder, petting your hair or just Hugging you

Levithan:

Levithan isn't one to give or receive when it comes to affection

He tends to get overwhelmed by just a head pat and gets embarassed if his fingers accidentally brush against yours

You're an overly affectionate person

He's a simple man who needs self worth

It's definitely a good duo

You've learned to be more vocal about your praises and affections, still testing the waters with physical touch

But from time to time he'll ask to get a head pat if he's really proud of himself

Has made you call him your little pog champ

"Levi are you- oh sorry you're streaming- I'll just leave these here."

He was confused until he saw the section dish filled with different snacks with a energy drink in the middle

He almost teared up

"No! Stay with me, they'll like you!"

In an act of no thoughts and boldness, he pulled you into his lap

You fell awkwardly and was half straddling half on his side

As soon as you got comfortable you hide your face In his neck forcing back tears

Not wanting to cry on stream

"You're so sweet, levi, I'm sure your followers can agree."

He literally short circuited

Hiding his face in your shoulder as he got flustered

"You're sweeter than me, you're always being nice to me - I really lo- like you for that."

Anyone who watched that stream now ships you - the non believers didn't believe all the stories he told about you but now they had physical proof

That stream was re-upload so many times with comps filled with him gushing about you

Levithan is determined to make sure you never see them but it's too late and you cried with joy in your room

Next time you saw him you kissed his cheek and he immediately melted

Did kiss your cheek back though but did it so quick and harsh that you stumbled backwards

Satan:

Someone being gentle to him????

Someone who doesn't keep away from his because of his sin????

Who??? What??!!

You're the who! he was SHOCKED you were so happy to get close to him and just treat him so kindly

He made a theory on the Devildom detectives group that you're actually an angel but it backfired by demons just telling him he's got feelings for you

He does but he didn't expect to get called out on a whole forum

"You're really smart, thanks for always helping me with my studies - I've found It alot easier to study and remember all my notes now, you're a good teacher!"

He's so smitten with you

You could be saying the most disgusting or insulting thing and he'd still smile and nod

He needed help getting food for this secret but really not so secret pet cat and you gladly accepted to help him

When you two were just spending time together in his room and when suddenly picked up his cat

You didn't think too much of it but grinned when he booped the cats nose onto yours

"thank you for being so kind to me- it means alot."

the cat was like you; overly affectionate so it didn't surprise you when it started gently pawing at your face and giving you little kisses

"I feel embarrassed by admitting this so I'm letting Chaos show how I feel."

He avoided looking at you

It would be for the best as you started crying, taking the cat from his hold and kissing it's head repeatedly

"and that's how I feel about you trying to move through your discomfort and be open with me."

His cheeks are BURNING

Holds your hand throughout the rest of the hang out

Asmodeus:

You're being gentle and affection despite Everyone perceiving him as a sex hungry annoyance?

You're immediately his favourite - sorry Solomon

You always understood his protectiveness over his appearance

Fixing his hair and pushing back stands if you ever pet it

You didn't need to but you always told him you washed your hands before touching his face

You always did these simple things to make him feel at ease

But he loved your touch

No matter any comment he makes; he adores you and just being able to have these tender moments with you

He knew you were special to him when you walked in on him

Barely awake, hair messy, no makeup or moisturizer - he didn't look even the slightest bit appealing

And just smiled, looking at him no differently even when his voice came out tired and croaky

"You're really pretty even when you just wake up, it's so unfair - what's your secret?"

"because it's me, darling! I always look good~"

Internally, he was freaking out about how you liked him at what he deemed - his most unattractive state

So it only made sense he became more touchy and grew closer to you

"are you sure I look good in this? I know you're very up to date with fashion."

"You look stunning, I haven't seen a bad look on you yet, perhaps your charm is just as high as mine."

He was holding your hips, smiling as you both looked in the mirror

He wrapped his arms around you, leaning on your shoulder

"I think you look good all the time, you're just amazing like that."

You tried to hide your tears but he could see them, immediately asking you what's wrong

"Nothing- I just- that means alot coming from you and you're always being so affection towards me....its really nice."

He just hugs you tighter, smiling

"I just treat you how you treat me, you're a real angel."

Beezlebub:

This guy is worried about so many things

He's scared of hurting you

He's worried if he gets carried away with touching you he'll make you uncomfortable and his gluttony will act up; wanting more of your tender touch until he feels full

The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable or you feel forced to be affectionate to him because he could throw a fit

He's always ashamed of his hunger tantrums

But when he does do affection it's either carrying you or holding your hand

But was so happy whenever you cuddled hi against him or when you gave him praise

He could spend the whole day with you running your fingers through his hair, telling him he's a good demon and that he means something to you

"Can you finish this for me? I'm not feeling that hungry right now."

You offered your bowl to Beel, he happily took it

As you two spent time with each other he noticed you eyeing some of the more sweeter things set out on the table

He gently pushed it towards you

"Eat if you want it, I'll share."

You waved your hand, not wanting to take food from him

"I'm just snack-ish, I can't eat a meal right now."

You knew how hungry he could get and didn't want to leave him peckish

You knew that small feeling could easily turn into something bigger

But he just nudged it closer to you

"You eat what you want, I'll have what you don't finish."

You finally agreed, knowing he was insisting on you to eat with him

He patted your head, smiling as he watched you eat

"are you sure you won't still feel hungry?"

"you make me feel full, it soothes another type of hunger in me, it's nice."

He grabbed your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it, he couldn't stop smiling as you just looked at him in surprise

You finally grinned, tearing up and shook your head, you leaned against him and continued eating

Gripping his hand tighter as you pushed back your tears

Belphegor:

He was spoilt

Beel was always looking after him, helping him get ready for school and drying his hair, carrying him around when he was too tired to walk

And you were only fueling his spoilt nature

You always showered him in affection

Petting his hair whilst he laid his head on your lap, combed his tail, told him he looked cute

"My precious little belphie, are you feeling okay? I noticed you were struggling to sleep today at lunch."

Whilst he believed he looked intimidating with his heavy bags and sleepy grin

You found him adorable, treating him like a sweet innocent boy on those special nights of just you two cuddling

It's been a long time since he's felt innocent

You were always checking in on him

Making him feel special and cared for

He was a soft mess in your hands

"Hold me more, your hands feel so nice~"

He placed his hands on yours, making you gently squish his cheeks

"Don't you wanna cuddle?"

He raised a brow, a smug smile growing on his face

"it seems you want to."

"we don't have to-"

"If you wanna be held just ask, I'm more than happy to hold you."

He wrapped his arms around you, shifting his position and buried his face into your chest, humming as your hands ran through his hair

He gave you a small squeeze

"It feels good to be the one hugging you, you're always so comfy~"

He began murmuring how much he loves this time with you, drifting to sleep as he praised you, letting himself mindlessly go on about how wonderful and sweet you are until he started to snore

You let your tears fall

Holding him closer as you softly thanked him for his words

He just hugged you tighter in his sleep, his smile growing

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

This man is TOUCH STARVED

the fact you're unafraid to be with him and around him is already amazing but you freely hold his hand and pat his head

He thinks he's knocked his head and been taken to the celestial realm

People are intimidated by his title as prince and having you so care free in his company is new for him

So of course he enjoys how affectionate you are!

He embraces all your touches and praise!

He's even had you sitting on his lap during meetings, letting you hug him after a tiring day of studying

"You did great today, I really felt your passion for this new project, I think the students will really enjoy it!"

He gets so happy everytime you even look his way

Your smile alone fuels him for the whole day

"Meet me in the castle today, there's something I need you to do for me."

You agreed, not thinking much of it; most likely a new update on the school fair

What you didn't expect was to be greeted by shopping bags and gift boxes and even a human sized teddy bear with demon horns, you tried to ignore them as Diavolo came jogging down the steps

"What did you need me for?"

"I want you to see what you like, I bought as much as I could before Barbatos stopped me, I hope they're up to your liking."

You were speechless

You felt as if you touched the gifts you wouldn't be able to hold back; you were excited to see what he got but you didn't want to seem too excited

"Please, go ahead - it's all yours unless something is not up to your liking."

You finally went through the shopping bags; there was clothes, products, jewelry, shoes and all other sorts of items

You hugged the giant close to your chest, choking back on your tears

"thank you-"

"No need to thank me, you're always so kind to me I just wanted to return the favour."

Barbatos:

You were a like a breath of fresh air, someone he could just go to

He can unwind and be rewarded for his efforts and others normally don't notice

Whilst his lord was always praising him, it felt different with you

It felt so joyful

You would brush through his hair, always thank him even if he's just doing his job and always seem to be in awe at what he does

He'll never forget the gloves you gave him, sleek and a perfect fit with a cursive 'B' stitched to the edge - they were enchanted to warm up whenever he got cold

"Wow! You prepared all this?! That must of taken you ages! You're really amazing, Barb."

"I'm simply doing my job but your praise makes it all worth it."

Often invites you to the castle for tea

He'll make any excuse to have you come see him; the prince wants to talk, he wants a hand with a recipe, he needs an outsider's opinion on something

Whatever he can come up with; he will use it

You might as well just stay in one of the guest bedrooms because you're always coming to the castle

Speaking of excuses; today Barbatos decided to thank your lovely behaviour

Convincing you to come to the castle and meet him in the dining hall

"I saw you eyeing some recipes whilst helping me in the kitchen so, I made you them AND wrote down how I did it exactly so you can make them any time you like."

"I- you didn't have to do that! Thank you for this, they look delicious."

"I always wanted to give you this."

You couldn't even ask what it was

He already held it up for you to see

It was a box of gloves with your the first letter of your name stitched onto the edge

They were heat up gloves!

"I thought you'd appreciate your own as they'll always be handy but the gesture of matching with someone you're close to is very appealing."

He helped you put the gloves on, pinching the tip of your fingers to make sure they fitted properly

He held your hand, admiring how it looked in his

You couldn't stop a few tears forming, smiling

You felt abit silly crying over heat up gloves but you couldn't help it

"I want to match with you more often, perhaps one day it'll end up being a ring."

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sampologist · 3 years ago

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🔞 praise headcanons (lucifer, solomon, barbatos)

has ;

praise (MC receiving), (implied)AFAB MC and she/her gmpronouns/pet names

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this is self indulgent to the max. and little because its just what I want ehehe. also im so bad at like lil quotes and they're all the same bc its just what I wanna hear dw about it 😭 minors dni ‼

Lucifer

Listen I know its fun to imagine him as a strict dom and thats valid after but! What if he's just tired :(

You are his MC, the one he can trust above all else, the one that seems to know how to fix things even he had trouble with, the one he sees and is winded by how perfect and precious you are....sometimes he doesn't want to play mind games with you. Sometimes he just wants to love.

I feel like when he gets like this, he just wants to get lost in the feeling of you. Cacooned in a little bubble of warmth and coziness while he feels your hot skin beneath his hands and he feels too good to worry about anything.

He talks with purpose, but also like a man drunk on the feeling of you. He doesn't hold back how he feels because he knows he can trust you with this sifter, more vulnerable piece of himself!!

Also if you're being rewarded, he's much more likely to saying something about how you're so smart/so wonderful. He'll ask if you like it and when you nod he'll chuckle and say you deserve it (and more) as he kisses your jaw <3

"Just like that...perfect, perfect...you feel so good. So good to me..."

Solomon

Solomon is a sweetheart. He can play whatever part you want him to, but deep down he's just a gentle guy who wants to love and be loved without the fear of it being torn from him.

So when you're like this - where his focus is entirely on you, where his mind doesn't have a chance to wander before you coax him back to taking in everything you have to give - its easy for him to fall into the habit of telling you exactly what he thinks of you.

Which is all good! You're his smart, beautiful, precious apprentice and s/o and if he dwells on it he'll get overwhelmed by how good you are to him. If he knows praise gets to you, he'll spare no words.

He doesn't really linger on how good you feel - although don't get him wrong, he could go on about that too - instead, he makes sure to comment on. Like. You.

It's all him saying how sweet you are, or how easily you're making him fall apart, or just saying how good you are at something.

He also tends to focus on calling you his in some way. Not necessarily in a possessive way - he just can't get over how you're doing this with him, that he's got you at all...

Also will ask you to reposition yourself and make sure you know that you've done exactly what he asked every time.

"That's my good girl...just like that. You're doing so well for me..."

Barbatos

He's less likely to be distracted like the other two. He loves you, yes - but he's just wired differently, able to experience multiple different timeliness without it affecting the present one. A little bit of pleasure isn't going to distract him.

Don't be mistaken - you've captured his attention thoroughly, and there's nothing on his mind but you. And such a feat is one that deserves to be rewarded.

He's doesn't mind taking control if what you need is to feel good and feel like you're doing well. There's something tantalizing about how pliant you are, how eager you are to please him, how you keen at the slightest purr and every time he murmurs "good" right in your ear.

"Excellent. You take instruction very well. Ah, don't move too much - you're doing perfectly."

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #lucifer x reader #solomon x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #solomon #lucifer #barbatos #nsft #works.#fics

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years ago

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The Name (Satan X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

This is loosely base on my joke post What could possibly go wrong?

and Inspired by @yukihaie fanfic The Letter Under The Shoes particularly Part 4 and this take place after the Masks event normal route.

Warning: Swearing, Mention of Blood, Violence, Gore, Torture, Mistaken Identity and Demonic nature

It was supposed to be a prank to Lucifer, a joke to annoy him, not!

Now Satan is running for his life in the woods near the house, in search of a place to hide.

Finally, he found a place where he can hide, a cave. He ran inside then he sat down, and try to catch his breath. Then he slams his fist on the wall of the cave and curse to himself.

The hated himself for pulling you in his prank.

It was the day after the whole Halloween event, you, Satan and Solomon were figuring out where the other mask came from.

You three were at the common room at the House of Lamentation.

“Even though these things try to make you all to kill me and Solomon, I kinda like the design of this one” you brough one of the masks up with a squint eyes design with the mouth a downward “V” on it. “You think this can affect humans?” you turn the mask to face Satan.

“As if we are going to be affected by a simple curse like that MC” Solomon comments “I can’t imagine that these Masks has a different affect on us, in draws out the malevolent of demons, then it would be less dangerous for us” Solomon playful hover the mask he grabs from the box, over his face.

You chuckle at his silliness, with Satan not to please at his action.

“Be careful, Lucifer said that he doesn’t want anymore stress coming from these Masks” and that lit an idea at Satan.

“Kitten, can you do me a favor”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“You put in the mask, and then I take a picture of you wearing it and send it to Lucifer”

“What!”

“Wait! I think he has something in mind” Solomon places a hand on your shoulder as he said that.

“Okay think about it, Lucifer is already sick of seeing these things, but what will really tick him off is you wearing it. And since we are the only one who knows that these masks will do little to you humans.”

“But what happens if something really happens when I wear this mask?”

“The worst that these masks could do is make us demon crave soul. So, what could these masks do to you humans and besides I’ll take it off of you, once I got the photo okay” he grabs both of your hands and cup them together as he looks at you with his emerald green eyes.

You let out sigh and nodded, then he gave you a peck on the lips and stood up and go get the mask.

Once he grabs it, he kneeled down in front of you, and you were seating on his chair.

“Just a couple of pictures, if that’s alright with you”

“Yeah, it’s okay. just make sure you make me look good” you smile at he and he smiled back.

Then he slowly brought the masks on your face and put it on you. Then he pulled back his hand and slowly stood back up and took a step back. Solomon walks up to Satan and stood beside him and looking at you with his hand under his chin.

“How do you feel?” Solomon asks

“I’m still me, its just hard to see through the masks” you reply, as you try to adjust the mask.

“Okay let’s take those pictures” Satan pulls out his D.D.D from his pocket “Now kitten I want you to place both hands on the mask like your trying take it off, but your struggling” you did what Satan asks.

In moments Satan took a dozen or so photos, with different angles. Now his looking over the photos with Solomon, with both of their backs turn on you. But do they know that you’re reaching for one of the other masks in the box.

“That! Send it your group chat with your brothers, I would love to see Mammon and Asmo’s reaction” Solomon points to a picture of you reaching out to the camera, like you’re pledging for help.

“We’re trying to stress Lucifer, not give all of them a heart attack” Satan tells Solomon “Kitten, you looked great in all of these. Now let’s take that mask off you-” as he slowly turns around, suddenly Satan was met with a punch in the face, causing him to fall.

Before he could react, Solomon was push down and pinned on the ground with you on top of him, with your legs pinning his arms down.

“MC!! WHAT ARE YOU-” before he could finish, he sentences you slap the mask on his face, he tries to call out to you, all you can hear was muffled sound due to the mask?

Soon Solomon, stop struggling as the mask slowly taking over of him.

But then Satan Tackled you off of him and he pinned you down.

“MC! Snap out of it!!!”

“I’M NOT MC!!!!! I’M LILITH!” you yelled at him

“WHAT!!” Satan was taken a back by what you just said. Then Solomon push Satan off of you and it the table nearby.

Soon the door swings open to reveal Lucifer and the rest of them wanting what noise, hearing all the commotion having in the room.

All of them are shock to see Satan is on the floor with the table on top of him, and you and Solomon are wearing the curse masks.

As Solomon help you to get up and back your feet, then the two of you look toward the brothers

“MC!” Mammon calls out you

But a chair is thrown at the side of the door, causing them to flinch.

“Stop calling me that, how could you call you sister something as worthless as a human!” all of them tense up, with Beel and Belphie starting to hyperventilate.

“Solomon, you us! You know me! Snap MC out of this-”

“SILENT! DEMON!” Asmo quickly covered his mouth, following Solomon’s command. “And that’s KING Solomon to you. I will not let myself be disrespected by a server like yourself” Solomon points at Asmo as he stood tall with magic energy coming out of him. “But I’m still a fair king. As such I will give you demons a chance to run!”

“Ooo! Let’s play hide and seek like we always have!” you clap your hands like an exited kid, then you turn to Solomon and grab his arm with both hands “But let’s play it the ‘adult’ way” then you turn to the brother as you said it in a deep and serious tone.

Solomon laughs and as his free hand gesture to make a circle Infront the two of you. then you two reaches in and grab a whip and crossbow.

You let go of his arm, as he gives you the crossbow and he let the whip roll showing to the brothers the end of the whip as blades on it.

“we’ll get you all five minutes head start” he said it

“Remember! If I catch any of you, we will never be apart again”

“And if I can any of you, you will make a pact with me” as he said that, the two of you start laughing.

Asmo quickly rushes and grab Satan by the arm and pull him up, the latter which is still in shock. They quickly ran out of the room, with Lucifer and Mammon close the door.

That all he can remember, now Satan is in a cave seating on the ground with both arms on his knees as he looks down on the ground, as he tries thinks how to save you from the mask.

but the way you acted, and how you refer to yourself as Lilith keep him from thinking about a solution to the situation their all in.

he recalls a time you cried to him, about one of his brothers calling you Lilith by accident, he wanted to know who said it, he’s rage want boiling at that point, but you stop him by wrapping you arms around him, and telling him just to stay with you, because you just need him right now.

He hates see you like this, how your scared and feeling alone. But you are not alone, he knows it.

How angry and sadness that people refer to him as Lucifer, even as a joke. But his not nice like you, he will tear them in to pieces when anyone calls him Lucifer or Lucifer’s copy.

But you are not like him, instead of telling them and yelling at them, you just keep it hidden deep inside and pretend like everything is fine.

Now you are in his arms crying, as he tries to calm you down. And once you did, you looked up to he and stare deep into his eyes, with such calm and happiness in your eyes, knowing that you always have someone that understand you. and you understand him, fills him with warmth and joy.

You reach up to kiss him, then he leans forward kiss you as you wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, melting in each other warmth and pleasing presence. But then.

“AAAAHHH!” a scream snap Satan out of his reminiscing, he hears Asmo scream from the distance. He quickly got up and start heading towards the screams.

Once he got there, he was shock to see what horror is on the open field in the woods

“Fucking stop screaming, you little shit” Solomon is stepping on Asmo, while his tying up Levi, with both wrists tied at each tree next to him.

“Be careful with my brother, my king we wouldn’t want any of them to be damage before you make a pact with them.” You said it while point the crossbow to Lucifer who is bound by eight different spell chains. “Not unless they need, to learn their lesson” then you pulled the trigger firing one arrow to Lucifer’s shoulder.

“Lilith, go find your other brothers and that sorry of excuse of a demon” As Solomon said it, he tightens the rope with one final pull causing Levi to scream in agony.

“Oow, but I haven’t had enough time with my big brother” you look at Solomon and stomp you foot on the ground like a spoiled brat.

“MC…. You’re not-” Lucifer try to talk to you but you hit him with the crossbow right on the side of his face.

“FUCKING STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!!!! I’M NOT THEM- I’M NOT THEM- I’M NOT THEM- I’M NOT THEM” you keep repeat it over and over, as you drop the crossbow and grab your hair and starting to scream in pain, threw you head back.

Satan couldn’t take it anymore, he can’t just hide and let you be some much pain, so he quickly shifted into his demon form, and runs towards you, but something grabs and wrap around his ankle, stopping him.

“Look what I got” Solomon let out a chuckle and slowly pull Satan towards him. “The demon who is a copy of a fallen angel” as he continues to pull, blood start dripping out from the eyes and mouth holes of the mask that Solomon is wearing. “a demon with no purpose” as Satan is near at his feet, Solomon step on his chest, digging his heel deep on it. “So, it will be fitting if I kill you here” Solomon pulls out that night dagger out of scabbard with is attach on his belt “be grateful that a king is killing you, demon”

As Solomon pulls the dagger up ready to drive it to Satan’s heart, Asmo scream fill the night. But then an arrow is shot at Solomon’s shoulder causing to stumble back. Surprise Satan look up to see that you shot the arrow at Solomon. As you pant blood start dripping out of your mask too.

“Satan…. Run”

“TRAITOR!!” Solomon stood up and quickly threw the dagger at you right on your shoulder causing you to fall.

Satan eyes widen and he could only hear is ringing as he stares at your unconscious body. As your mask stare at him while blood is still dripping out.

Satan let out monstrous roar, and got up and charges at Solomon tackling him on the ground, but he manages to cast a couple of spells before Satan pinned both of his arms with his legs.

Then two chains emerged from the ground wrapping around Satan’s neck slowly tighten and chocking him. Satan coughs as he slowly losing air in his body. But then in a second, he brought his hands to getting and slam them into Solomon’s face, breaking both mask and his nose.

Satan losing air, slump over letting Solomon grab his face and scream in agony.

“Solomon! Your killing Satan!” Asmo yell at Solomon grabbing his attention.

Then Solomon looks to the side and saw Satan suffocating by the chain, then he quickly canceling the spells free Satan, who gasp and grab his neck.

Solomon let out a sigh of relief.

Moments later, Asmo finally finishing untying Levi and place his brother's arm over his shoulder, while Solomon help Lucifer, taking him to the nearest tree.

Then Mammon, Beel and Belphie manage to find the field and looked around. Mammon quickly rushes to Lucifer’s side checking him.

“What happen” Beel asks as he looks around and soon land his sight on a kneeling Satan cradling you in his arms with the mask that you were wear shattered beside him.

Belphie saw and quickly run towards the two of you, he kneeled beside his older brother, and saw him, wiping the blood off you face.

“Are they-”

“They be fine” Satan cuts him off, with melancholy tone.

Then he leans forward and kiss the top of your forehead, and place his on top of yours.

“Your fine MC, your fine. I'm here”

Note: Happy Birthday Satan!

or Early Birthday. depending where you are!

Thank you to @yukihaie for the inspiration for this Fic.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me reader x satan #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me he snaps one shot #obey me blood #obey me happy birthday satan post

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