#swd diavolo

[still-a-morosexual-help]

1. MC's such a little shit

2. Levi probably felt that spike of Envy all the way from a different dimension

[hellfire-rose]

BABY DIA CONFIRMED

[wishluc]

Hello hello, may i request for yandere Diavolo OM where hes tightly hugging darling because he's afraid that they'll disappear? You feel his hands all over you body and he whispers how much he loves you while slowly crushing you body (accidentally)

✧ CW: yandere character, non-consensual hugging, non-consensual kissing, power imbalance in relationship

✧ PAIRING: Diavolo x GN! reader

You can't say no to Lord Diavolo.

He's always been kind to you, greeting you warmly, and offering to help make your stay more comfortable, but you've never realized just how hard it is to turn him down. You've become comfortable with agreeing with him, because all he ever asked of you before was if you'd like to show him around your hometown in the human world or if you'd like to join him for tea, or if you'd stay for a weekend in his place (and even then, he said it as though he wanted you to have a break from the chaos in the House of Lamentation and not for the real reason—that he wanted to monopolize your attention, if only for a few days).

But he's never been so...upfront about such an odd request. So when he called you to his office and abruptly wrapped his arms around you, you were at a loss for words. This was unfamiliar; Diavolo's affection had never gone past an occasional pat on the back and a warm smile. And he just doesn't let go.

He sighs against the top of your head and calls out your name softly, so only you could hear—like an intimate whisper, "why don't you stay here a little while longer?"

How did he expect you to respond when he had you in such a position? Your head was almost tucked into him, and your arms painfully stiff by your sides, caged by his own bigger ones. He didn't seem bothered by how rigid and inflexible you were, and not even by your lack of response, content with being able to hold you so close.

Any words you would have said would have been too muffled for him to hear, but you were already frozen in place, your mind racing and your head spinning. Could you deny him?

"Don't worry about the legalities of it all," he continues, "I could just as easily keep you in here with me if there's anything stopping my appeal. To be honest, I'd much rather it be that way—the brothers have had too much time with you since you've come here, and I don't want them taking any more."

A hand around you moves a little lower, and you're unable to breathe yet again. Sweat trails down your front as Diavolo brings you in even closer (if that was even possible). Where was this coming from?

Suddenly, he laughs, not the usually boisterous sound you're familiar with, but softer, and goes to place a soft kiss on your head, fondness clouding his voice, "I don't dislike them for all their antics, but I don't know if any of them know just how much I like you. It frustrates me endlessly to see them constantly all over you, smothering you, right in front of me. And if you were unaware, I hope I made things clear now. I love you."

Just when you thought things couldn't get worse, with a firm arm tightening its hold around you with the hand stroking your side, another finding purchase on the small of your back, and your body almost melting into his, he just had to drop a confession on you. A confession from the future king of the Devildom, the man who was overlooking your stay here, and the only one with the power to send you home—not that it seemed he wanted to anymore. Could you be honest with him? Could you tell him that you didn't feel the same and that you wanted to go home once it was all over?

Could you risk upsetting the man who was being so vulnerable with you right now? Especially when you were well aware of exactly what he didn't want to hear from you.

"I wanted to make this more romantic," he confessed, the hand at your back simultaneously rubbing circles and pressing you down into him, "I had it all planned out, but you'll be leaving in a week. I don't want you to go and leave me," the whisper of your name is heart-achingly tender, "I truly love you. More than you could imagine. More than I should. Won't you consider staying with me? I promise to keep you happy, even down here in the Devildom."

"If you miss the morning light of the human world, I'll find a way to bring it to you. If you want to meet your friends there, I'll take you myself. All I ask of you is to stay with me a little longer." The unspoken condition registers itself to you all the same—to reciprocate his love.

Your breathing stills for a moment when his grip suddenly tightens and he buries his face into your hair, kissing you over and over. It's almost too tight, but with his strength and size, any attempt at fighting back would have gone unnoticed. All you can do is wait for him to let go.

Just as you start feeling lightheaded, he pulls away and instead caresses your cheek with his hand, beaming down at you with that achingly familiar smile you had always trusted before swiftly pressing his lips onto yours. It was almost innocent, a quick peck—but you knew this was only him testing the waters.

"I'm so happy. I love you," he echoes the words again, though they no longer have an effect on you. The tips of your fingers and your tongue feels numb, and your head is heavy with sorrow. It doesn't escape you that you've yet to respond to any of his words or actions, that he doesn't care about how you feel. All of this was merely an illusion of you having a choice.

How did things turn out this way?

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[whatsamatteratsu]

It’s Diavolo’s Birthday!!

His birthday comic is taking a little longer

[jackalopesao3]

I can die happy now

[oceanlipgloss]

DIAVOLO

One of the things I really hate and get irritated about is how people paint their own unrealistic images of certain characters and believe them, yet still claim to understand those characters; however, their perception of them could not be farther from the truth.

A perfect case study would be Diavolo, who is constantly, and ever so casually, getting labelled as dumb—a 'himbo.' How do people create this nonsensical picture of him—Diavolo, the idiot—when his reality is far too different and obvious?

Now, I normally feel neutral about Diavolo, yet am at times inclined to dislike him for the very thing many don't seem to realise about him—and one of the reasons he is objectively so intriguing: his sly nature.

A lot like his desire for peace and apparent merriness, Diavolo's guile is a trait of his that's clear as the sun itself, one that adds admirable realism to his personality; for Diavolo, after all, is not merely a demon, but the prince of demons—heir to the demonic throne—and there will be a darkness in him that had been his own since birth, and had later on gotten sculpted and molded by his circumstances.

And while it's true that a dash of naivety and pop of innocence sometimes colour Diavolo's personality, he is not at all, and in any way whatsoever, an idiot; since, when it comes down to it—and albeit his positive qualities—Diavolo is a darkly cunning, extremely intelligent (and at times heartlessly manipulative) individual whose overt, bright characteristics form a mask that tricks people into believing or thinking otherwise (even when he doesn't mean for that to happen)—all as he intricately plans, carefully calculates, and craftily decides in the silence of night.

To conclude, Diavolo is a character with the scheming mind of a ruler, and a personality far deeper and more complex than that of a dunce. If anything, Diavolo is as much a king as he is a 'jester,' as underneath the bubbly layers of his demeanor is someone who conceals secret wiles and great loneliness.

[dinaaaaee]

There was only one bed.

✦Diavolo x gender neutral MC! Something quick I whipped up, sorry for not writing much...

✦Mc is tryna lay in his arms

✦Warnings: cliché and grammar missing, wrote this at 2:30 am...

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How did this happen? Is this even real? Please don't be dreaming, please don't be dreaming...

As you slowly shift to your other side, you gaze at the red-haired man sleeping peacefully in front of you. His silky hair glistened in the moonlight's soft blue glow, his long scarlet eyelashes resting against his light brown cheeks; if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was an ethereal being, blinding you with his looks.

He was glowing, and quite literally. Others would kill to be in your shoes, to see the Prince of Hell in such a rare, domestic setting.

You wonder how it would sound to others: There was only one bed, so you and the Prince of Hell ended up sharing that same bed?

He looks so comfortable, so cuddly. What if his muscular arm was wrapped around you? What if you were pressed against his warm chest...against his boobs. What if he kissed the top of your head, good night? Would you still feel that same warmth in the morning? Honestly, how is he sleeping so soundly?

While thinking about how cosy Diavolo would feel, you felt a tug movement and-

?!

You were wrapped up in Diavolo's muscularly arms... Like he could read your mind, without being awake.

"Mc..." Half sleepily he raspy whispers.

"Diavolo..." You shake him, but get no response other than soft snores filling the room.

Maybe you can stay like this for a while, you think, sleep quickly taking over you.

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[kittievampire]

Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 6)

Warnings: Smut, Semi-public sex, Cursing, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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Decided to give you guys a lil something for this one.

Enjoy.

To say Diavolo was lonely a majority of his life was an understatement. A gross one at that.

He didn't have any friends growing up. Hell, it took a lot of convincing just to get Barbatos to stick around. His father was strict when he was present, very cold-blooded, especially toward his only son. One would argue that Diavolo got the worst of his father's cruelty; that is, if the demon king didn't sentence a hefty amount of demons to a torturous end in the dungeons.

The feeling of relief that had washed over him when his father had decided to rest below the Devildom was apparently new to him. It was as if the last of his chains had been broken off and he could finally execute the first few steps of his plan.

Peace among the realms.

It'd taken longer than he'd originally intended, but after the arrival of the seven brothers, he was taking more action. With Lucifer by his side, he finally established the foreign exchange program that allowed students from the Human and Celestial realms attend school in the Devildom.

That's when he met you.

You were a peculiar little lamb. A lamb with the instincts of a tiger.

He saw so much in you, yet he still found you hard to read.

Curiosity was what reeled him in most.

You were what made him want more.

_

"Dia,"

Your voice drove him absolutely wild. It was sweet like honey, and it was music to his ears. And when you said his name like that, the nickname you gave him, it only made him crave you more.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, thumbs tracing circles on your sides as he pulled you closer to him, eyes sealed shut, and tongue exploring your mouth. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, RAD uniform becoming more and more undone the more intense the situation became.

You pulled away once you felt your lungs clench, panting heavily as your glazed eyes met his. A string of saliva connected the two of you, only disappearing once Diavolo's lips chased yours once more. Hands roaming down to grasp your thighs, he lifted you up effortlessly and gently sat you down on the teacher's desk of the empty classroom the two of you occupied.

You placed a hand on his chest and pulled away momentarily. "Dia, here?" You asked softly, a dark red blush dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Diavolo reached up to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear and smiled sweetly at you. "If you wish to save this for another time, I'll gladly oblige, MC." His mouth spoke one thing, but his body spoke another. His gaze so starving, full of lust and admiration, his hands quivering as to not rip open the top of your uniform, and the tent in his pants serving as hard evidence to his actual desires. He didn't want to stop, but he would had you asked.

Letting out a small sigh, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into another heated kiss. Who were you to deny the prince of the Devildom anyway?

Diavolo's hands traveled upward, pulling down the top coat of your uniform to your shoulders and unbuttoning the top of your blue button-up blouse.

You glance at the clock with hazy eyes. You had less than twenty minutes until lunch ended, you needed to make this quick if you wanted to have time to clean up before the next class got here.

His mouth latched onto your left breast, biting down ever so gently to leave barely-visible marks. Your hands reached down to his pants and cupped his bulge, letting out a small whine as his teeth nibbled gently on your nipple. "Dia, no time," You whimpered out softly, hands fumbling to undo his belt.

The prince only grunted in response, kissing up your chest and sinking his teeth into the flesh that connected your shoulder to your neck. His hands moved down to unzip his pants and pull them down a little, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock.

He pushed your skirt up, fingers grazing over your clothed slit before pushing the crotch of your panties to the side. "Quick... Quick..." He murmured out, one of his hand gripping your thigh tightly to hold it in it's place, far away from the other. You felt the tip push against your entrance and whimpered. You hadn't taken him without preparation before, but considering how soaked you were down there, there was a chance you'd be fine.

If he wasn't so damn big.

You took a moment to mentally curse his length before you felt him pull you against him, thrusting his hips forward. His free hand came up to clasp over your mouth, muffling your near-on scream as he bottomed out. "Fuuuuck," He groaned out as your walls enveloped him, welcoming his cock with their warmth.

You were trying to keep yourself up right with one hand on the desk and the other draped over his shoulder, as well as trying to relax. There was only the slightest bit of pain, but it had subsided rather quickly. Despite this, Diavolo remained still, lust-filled eyes glued to your face, as if waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. Slowly, your teary eyes met his, tongue pressing flat against his palm.

A shiver ran down his spine, pulling his hips back. You let out soft pants against his hand as you felt his cock pulling slowly out of your cunt. He snapped his hips forward, again, and again.

Your cries and whimpers were muffled against his hand, nails digging into his shoulder and scraping against the desk.

"My Queen, I can't help but feel that you're enjoying this situation," He spoke softly, leaning in a little closer to tease you with proximity, as well as his voice. "Do you like it when I silence you?" Your eyes squeezed shut as your cheeks burned, walls clenching around his cock, which slammed brutally into your pussy. "Do you like the risk of getting caught?"

You whined against his hand. Pushing your leg toward you, your knee almost pushing against your breast, he fucked into you at a newly gained angle, hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars. The hand that was on the desk went to rub circles on your puffy clit as your walls squeezed around his cock.

Diavolo moved his hand away from your mouth, your moan bouncing off of the walls of the empty room. "Dia, I'm-" You whimpered out only to be cut off by the demon leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

You walls convulsed, your nails clawing at his shoulder as your orgasm hit you hard. Your sounds were swallowed by his mouth, his hips rutting against yours faster, pace stuttering a little before he stilled. His cock was buried deep inside of your cunt, tip pushing against your cervix as his cum shot into you, filling your womb and painting your walls. Diavolo pulled away with a small groan, thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling out of you.

Heavy pants escaped the both of you, one of your hands reaching up to tangle itself in his red hair. The prince looked down, letting out a small sigh in bliss as he adjusted your panties, not wanting his hard work to go to waste and leak out of you. You shuddered a bit, batting your lashes at him as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I love you," He said softly, hand grasping yours and intertwining your fingers with his.

With a smile, you let out a small chuckle in response and pecked him gently on the lips. "I love you too."

_

It'd been roughly a month since you'd left his realm. Diavolo probably cried the most when you left, and he'd been longing for you ever since he saw you go. His bed felt a lot bigger now, a lot emptier. He'd find himself texting your D.D.D. only to realize you don't have access to it.

He missed you so much.

"My Lord," Barbatos entered his room with a small smile on his face. "Solomon is requesting your presence. He says he has a message from MC."

This was probably the best thing he could've hoped for.

A message from you?

What did you have to say? Were you going to regale him with what you've done so far in the Human Realm through the sorcerer?

Maybe he'd get to hear how much you missed him too.

"Solomon!" He greeted as he walked into the room, embracing the white-haired sorcerer and patting him on the back. "It's great to see you! How have you been?"

The sorcerer smiled. "I've been well. How about you, Lord?"

Diavolo chuckled. "Well, I've been better. I honestly never thought I'd be so clingy. Speaking of which, how has MC been doing?"

He saw Solomon's expression change and raised a brow in confusion. "That's what I wanted to speak with you about."

The two sat down at a table, Barbatos setting down two cups of tea before them. "Ah, how do I say this?" Solomon murmured out, eyes casting down to the drink before him.

Diavolo took a sip of the tea, setting it down and looking at Solomon with stern eyes. "Is something wrong?" He asked, earning a hesitant glance from the sorcerer.

"Well, for starters... MC, she's pregnant."

Diavolo felt the world freeze around him. He paused, eyes shot wide open.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

MC was pregnant.

With his child.

A wide smile formed on his face. "Pregnant?! With my child?!" He laughed a little bit in pure joy at the thought. Diavolo could imagine it already. You, him, and your baby. Of course, the two of you had discussed it before. But it was never anything the two of you thoroughly planned for. While it was so sudden, he was excited. "When does she want me to meet with her? Is she here? Does she want me to go up there or shall we bring her to the Devildom? Actually, I don't think she should put herself through all of that work to get down here, I'll visit her myse—" "My Lord," Solomon interrupted him, florentine gaze shifting from the demon to his tea. That's when Diavolo noticed the frown on his face. His brows furrowed in confusion. "She said that... She doesn't want to keep it," Solomon said, taking a sip of his tea.

Diavolo's gaze shifted downward. He was excited, of course, because he thought he was going to have a child. But you don't want to keep it? He was definitely upset, mainly because you made the decision without consulting him. He placed his hands on his face and gently massaged his muscles with a sigh. "I suppose... I don't get a say in this situation. I'm not the one giving birth, so, whatever she wishes to do with her body is completely up to her..." He murmured out quietly. "But I would like to speak with her about it before she commits, if that's possible." Diavolo looked up at Solomon, a glint of desperation in his eyes.

Solomon met his gaze, almost deadpanning as he spoke. "MC doesn't want to see you anymore."

Diavolo's hands clasped together, pressing his forehead against his thumbs at the news. You didn't want to see him anymore? After finding out you were pregnant, he found out you didn't want to keep it, now he finds out you don't want to see him anymore?

There was a silence in the room, Diavolo's demonic aura beginning to slowly become apparent around his figure. "Did she tell you why?" He asked, voice dropping an octave.

Solomon took another quiet sip of his tea before he spoke. "She said... A lot of things. That she didn't want to live in the Devildom, she didn't want to be tied to demons in any way shape or form, et cetera, et cetera." The sorcerer, by this point, had noticed how the demonic aura around Diavolo only got more powerful. More menacing. More angry.

Barbatos placed a hand on Solomon's shoulder, meeting his glance with a smile. "I believe it's time for you to leave, Solomon. Thank you for stopping by."

Once the two left the room, Diavolo's form began to shake and shift. You didn't want to see him anymore? You didn't want any relation with the Devildom whatsoever? Why? Why didn't you tell him this sooner?

Diavolo wanted to get angry. He wanted to throw furniture around the room and break anything he could. He wanted to have an outburst, he wanted to be angry with you.

But he couldn't.

All he could do was sit there, sobbing quietly in his seat.

Where did he go wrong?

_

After about eight months had passed, Diavolo found himself drowning in work of his own volition. He saw, now, why Lucifer does it. It takes him away from the world, even if it was troublesome or boring, he was focused on something else. Something other than the fact that you and his baby were gone.

As the months passed, the feeling of dread never subsided. It was never easier to handle, it never got better. It was just there. Mocking him. You were present in his mind all the time, fond memories becoming bittersweet, and sweet dreams became nightmares.

On top of that, there was this odd feeling he'd get every now and then. It made the back of his throat tingle, a shiver run down his spine, and his heart swell. Every now and then, it'd trigger a shift to his demon form. There was no pattern, no rhyme, no reason, nothing. The feeling came and went. Sometimes it'd wake him in the middle of the night, sometimes it'd be during the day.

He'd asked the royal physician about these odd occurences, only to be told it may have something to do with his genetics. Given the fact that he did get you pregnant, he could feel the connection between him and the child he'd made. That, or he could be feeling a strong connection with a magical item or relic. This information confused Diavolo because you'd gotten rid of the baby, hadn't you? To this, the physician shrugged.

Diavolo had half a mind of discussing the matter with his father in the Mausoleum, but he'd rather not wake him for such a trivial matter.

He decided that, perhaps because you were once carrying his child, you were the indirect cause.

However, over the next few months, the feeling became more intense. Once he discerned it was coming from the human realm, he'd send demons there to search for whatever it was. If it was a powerful relic, then perhaps it would be a nice asset to the Devildom. If it was you, well, he wasn't exactly prepared for such an outcome. He couldn't say that he wouldn't be overjoyed to hear from you, of course.

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"Lord Diavolo," Lucifer spoke up as the last of the student council members left the meeting room. Diavolo looked up at Lucifer with tired eyes. He was emotionally drained from the year he'd had, and it showed. "I spoke with MC when I was in the human realm."

Diavolo perked up a bit at the sound of your name. "MC?" He repeated softly. Lucifer nodded. "It appears that Solomon may have given some false information..." He said softly.

The demon prince was silent for a moment.

"What false information?"

Lucifer deadpanned at the alter in tone. He furrowed his brows upward and let out a sigh. "When I saw MC... She was accompanied by someone..."

Diavolo's demonic aura surrounded him. He'd become less and less emotionally stable since the sorcerer's visit, so his mind immediately went to you and another man. "Someone? A partner?" He asked, fist clenching on the table.

Lucifer shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "An infant... No older than three months. She had crimson red hair and eyes that resembled the gold that littered the tips of her black horns and wings." His ruby eyes opened to meet Diavolo's.

"You mean to tell me..." The red-headed royal trailed off, earning a nod from the Avatar of Pride. "Your daughter lives, my Lord."

Diavolo placed a hand over his face, trying to stop himself from breaking down then and there. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once. You decided to keep it? Then why did you say you were going to get rid of it?

"However," Lucifer continued, Diavolo moving his hand so he could look at the sin before him. "MC expressed that she was unaware of what the sorcerer told you. That it was not her original message. I would suggest—" "We'll discuss the topic of Solomon at a later date, Lucifer." Diavolo interrupted him. "If Solomon lied, we need to find out why. But right now, I need to prepare."

Lucifer raised a brow. "Prepare for what, my Lord?"

Diavolo glanced up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath before sighing heavily.

"For my trip to the human realm. I need to confirm something."

_

"My Lord," Barbatos called out to him, knocking on Diavolo's door. He looked up at the door, holding Selene close to him instinctively. "MC is awake."

Barbatos led the demon prince down the hallway, the red-head supporting Selene's head so she could look around the castle. He smiled at her curious eyes, gently cooing at her. The door to the room you were residing in opened, and you were sat up in the bed.

Immediately your eyes widened as you saw him and Selene. "She's okay," You said in relief. Diavolo looked up at you and nodded with a small, bitter smile on his face. "I can take her," You said softly, assuming that Diavolo wouldn't want to burden himself with the bundle of joy you assumed he didn't want in the first place.

Diavolo paused at the side of your bed, the door closing behind him, and Selene reaching out for you. It pained him slightly, but he handed Selene over to you. He thought you looked so pretty holding his child in your arms.

Sitting down beside you, the demon prince remained quiet as you cooed at your baby. Minutes that felt like hours of silence went by, the sound of Selene's little babbling being the only thing that kept the room from being drowned in the quiet and awkward airspace.

"MC," Diavolo spoke softly, eyes meeting yours. Both of you could see the pain in the other's eyes, all of the emotional factors of the past year, and yet, despite all of this, you could make out the glint of love for each other. Love that was thought to be broken. Quietly, Diavolo continued.

"Can we talk?"

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[cooler-ian]

A small child approachs Diavolo, yells "I like your dress" then runs away. Diavolo does not get a chance to respond.

[imprettytired]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 6

Cw: drugs, hallucinations, injury, blood, arguing, references to self harm.

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An alarm remind Mammon to get out of bed a few hours later. He didn't sleep. Actually he's forgotten what he's been doing, though he vaguely remembers spending money on something.

He didn't want to get up. He had to get up. His pills were wearing off.

He went straight to the bathroom and grabbed the bag of pills. They looked different. They now had a light blue tint, but to Mammon they were the only things that would get him through the day, so they didn't look too different to him.

He popped two in his mouth and began to get ready for school, waiting for the pills to kick in.

He stared into the mirror.

He looks great! Or at least he thought he looked great. Maybe the lack of sleep made him appear sick to others, but he couldn't tell.

"Everyone finds you repulsive."

Strangely Mammon has begun to get used to the voice, although he does still wish that it was just a thought or, at the very least, said something nice.

Before Mammon put the pills back into it's place he had a realization. The bathroom wasn't the best place for his pills. He looked around the room for a bit before deciding that under the couch was the best option.

"I'll find a better place later." He thought, slipping the bag under the cushions.

He decided to only take a shower, and hoped that he could get home soon.

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In the middle of a shower the pills finally kicked in. He hated the feeling he got. He was happy but these pills didn't give him the same burst of energy he was used to. They made him exhausted to the point where he could barely open his eyes.

The next thing he knew he was laying in his shower as someone was banging on his bedroom door.

As he got up and saw as blood trickled from his face. He touched his nose. It didn't hurt but he knew he did something to it as he saw the blood on his fingers.

He still heard the banging as he turned off the shower and started drying off.

"Come on Mammon you're gonna be late."

"How is that possible?" He thought. "I had at least an hour. They shouldn't have even had breakfast yet."

Mammon put on his clothes and went to the door, quickly putting his hand over his nose

"Everyone already left but Lucifer wanted to make sure you were up." Beelzebub said then took a good look at Mammon.

"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You still look really sick."

He was so tired.

"I'm fine."

Mammon's nose bled hard, so hard that wiping it only seemed to make it worse and draw attention to it.

"What happened?" Beelzebub said, panicked.

"I slipped in the shower but I'll be fine."

Mammon watched as Beelzebub quickly grabbed something from out of his pocket before handing it to him.

It was a small bandage.

Mammon knew enough to know that bandage was going to do nothing for him, he would be quiet literally putting a bandage on a broken bone.

He looked up at Beelzebub. Getting ready to tell him just that. Then he saw the small smile plastered on his face, almost like he knew it was useless in this situation, but he still wanted to help.

Mammon put the useless bandage on his nose and grabbed a handkerchief for the blood.

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Mammon dragged himself into school and watched as everyone began leaving for their classes. Scanning the walls he could tell that more flyers had appeared. He didn't even need to read them to know what they're about.

"I just have to get through this." He thought. But he was so tired that he considers finding a secluded place to sleep.

Mammon entered the student council room. Nothing has changed over the few weeks he's been gone, but something felt different. He hadn't noticed how truly empty the room was. He never cared too much before then but the lack of people only elevated his worry.

He looked up at Diavolo. He seemed to be in deep thought, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Mammon wanted to get this meeting out of the way. He was exhausted.

"Ya' want somethin'?"

Diavolo looked at him.

"Oh Mammon! Ar- What happened to your nose?"

"I fell."

"Are you feeling better?"

Mammon nodded.

Diavolo gave Mammon a small smile then calmly walked over to him.

"How are you Mammon?"

"I'm fine, just really tired."

He stopped smiling.

"Mammon about the other day. Did you only said those things because you were tired."

"What did I say?"

"Well" Diavolo began.

----

"It's just. I um-" Mammon then stopped suddenly almost as if something caught you off guard.

"Why can't you just stop" Mammon said, his voice cracking a little as he tried to stop himself from crying.

"I want to hurt myself so badly and it's all your fault." Mammon's eyes rapidly looked around the school desperately trying to find who he was talking to.

But it there was no one except Diavolo and the few students still lingering in the hallway

"I'm going to kill you."

"Why would you want to do that?"

Mammon only glanced at Diavolo before going back to looking around.

"I don't know."

"Try to calm down, okay?"

Diavolo took a step, reaching his arm out in an attempt to consol him.

"STOP" Mammon yelled backing away.

"Do you want me to back up?"

"Not you."

"Then who?"

Mammon went back to looking around and stayed that way until he eventually snapped out of it.

----

Mammon was horrified, embarrassed, he couldn't believe that he was stupid enough to say that out loud and to Diavolo off all people.

At least it wasn't Lucifer.

"I'm so sorry I don't know why I said that."

"But you meant it didn't you?"

He couldn't lie. He hated that he couldn't just lie his way out.

He just looked down at Diavolo's shoes.

"Look Mammon I can't force you to talk about anything but you can always talk to me."

He said the only thing he thought was true.

"I don't know why I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me. To be honest something hasn't been right for awhile now."

He felt great finally getting that out.

"I've noticed. Even if you haven't shown up often. You look worse everytime I see you."

Mammon looked up at Diavolo, and then remembered.

"Is there anything you can do about this?" Mammon said, gesturing to his hand and nose.

"How'd you break your hand?"

"I fell."

Mammon could tell that he didn't believe it, but Mammon continued.

"It's been like this for a few days now."

"And it hasn't healed?"

Mammon held out his bandaged hand. Lucky for him, he didn't need to remove the bandage to see that it was broken.

Diavolo seemed to be deep in thought as a concerned look was plastered on his face.

"Yeah follow me."

Diavolo turned around but Mammon didn't feel like following. He was far too tired so he closed his eyes hoping that he'll give himself a few seconds to relax.

There was a thud as though something had hit the floor.

----

Mammon woke up confused. He looked around at could make out three people from the corner of his eye. He waited for the ringing in his ears to dissipate.

"Did he pass out before he fell or after?"

"I have no clue. I was turned around, but he said he fell and broke his nose and hand earlier."

"Is he on any drugs?"

"No"

"Has he been drinking?"

"His speech was a little slurred but I thought it was because of his nose. He doesn't seem drunk."

"He was really upset earlier so I don't know if that stressed him out or not. He was also sick."

"Do you know what upset him?"

"He's just been really depressed lately."

Mammon started to laugh. He knew that they were looking at him, so he sat up his vision going black for a split second.

"Why are y'all so worried I was just trying to sleep."

"Mammon no one save for Belphegor falls asleep standing."

"Well I'm tired."

"Mammon, he's a doctor and he's going to help you." Diavolo said.

The man that had been talking to them went up to Mammon.

"I need to check your nose."

"No it's fine."

"Mammon let him help you." Diavolo said

"I don't want help anymore." He snapped.

"Do you know if he normally acts like this?"

"No, he's usually more annoying." Lucifer said.

"STOP IT." Mammon yelled, pushing the doctor off of him. It took him a second for him to realize what he's done.

"I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, will you let me help you now?"

"No."

The man sighed, turning to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Is there any way he could relax enough to let me check him?"

"No. Let me go home." Mammon answered.

"Mammon you're not leaving until you do what he says."

----

"Okay so this hand has been bothering you?" The man says, pointing at Mammon's broken hand.

"Yeah."

"Okay" the man starts to remove Mammon's bandages

"Do you have to remove the bandages?" Mammon said, trying his hardest not to panic

"Well yes your wounds need to be healed too."

"Wounds?"

"Yeah you're brother said the you had cut your hand on some glass when you fell."

Mammon quickly pulled his hand back.

"I just want you to work on my hand and nothing else. You're not taking off the bandages."

"But Mammon I have to."

"I don't want you too."

Mammon was lucky in that the man could since his panic. He turned to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Do you guys ming leaving the room for a bit?"

Although confused, they did agree and left the room.

the doctor looked at Mammon

"Mammon just remember that no matter what I'm not required to tell anyone you're business."

Mammon sighed pulling his arm back out

The man took off the bandages. Showing the scars covering his arm and hand.

After a few minutes of some sort of magic, he wrapped Mammon's arm and hand in new bandages and put casts on his hand and nose.

"You're injuries should heal by tomorrow, though it may scar."

"It's fine thanks."

----

After finally convincing him that he fell because he was tired, Mammon follow the doctor out of the room. Whatever magic the doctor used was helping, he was glad that they were able to force him to get them.

What he wasn't glad about was that Diavolo and Lucifer seem to be discussing him.

"So he can't come back for a bit until he's does this.," Diavolo said, pointing to the paper in his hand. Lucifer seemed to have a copy of the papers.

Rage boiled inside of him. He couldn't believe that Diavolo would tell Lucifer.

Never. He would never tell anyone again. It wasn't worth the help.

"So you have to se-"

Before Diavolo could continue Mammon snatched the paper from his hands and ripped it into pieces.

"Fuck you."

"What's wrong?" Diavolo asked.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I want you to get help."

"You don't give a fuck about how I feel you piece of shit."

Mammon stormed off not listening to the calls for him to return.

----

Mammon was sent home which he had no issue with. To his dismay Lucifer followed him home.

But the outburst from earlier seemed to be the last thing on Lucifer's mind.

"Mammon how has your debt doubled in such a short amount of time?"

Mammon has been spending a lot more lately, he assumes at casinos but he honestly can't remember.

"Because I wanted it to."

Lucifer started to talk but Mammon simply laid on the couch and went to sleep. He was too tired to force himself through another scolding, he didn't even have the energy to go to his room.

----

Mammon awoke to a bit later, groggy, he pulled the blanket off him then paused.

"When did I grab a blanket?" he thought.

Mammon then remembered the events from earlier. He doesn't know what happened after he left. What if the doctor told them?

"What if he looked through my room?"

Panicked, Mammon ran to his room heading straight to the bathroom. He couldn't find his pills. He tossed things around, desperately looking for them.

"No no no he couldn't have taken them."

Then it finally clicked.

The couch.

Throwing the cushions off he found the pills where he had left him.

Mammon fell to the floor in relief.

"He didn't look." Mammon said with a smile

He was so relieved that he didn't bother to see that the kitchen knife was now gone.

----

It's took Mammon a few hours to want to leave his room again. By then it was almost time for dinner.

While Mammon was trying to make his way back to the living room, he heard his brothers talking.

Mammon wanted to hear what they were saying. So he leaned against the wall, out of sight.

"Mammon won't be coming back to school for a while." Lucifer said.

Fuck. Well Mammon wasn't surprised that Lucifer would bring that up.

"Did he get suspended?" Satan asked.

"He's on a leave of absence."

"So he got suspended?"

"No. Lord Diavolo just needs him to do something before he gets back."

"Like stay home? Like a suspension." Satan said. Obviously trying to irritate Lucifer.

"No he needs him to see a therapist."

"Oh is it because he started screaming at Diavolo today." Leviathan said.

"What?" Belphegor said. Trying his hardest to hold in laughter.

"Yeah he was like 'you don't give a fuck about how I feel.'" Leviathan said, mocking

He heard as some of his brothers busted out laughing.

"It's our responsibility to take care of his student council work while he's gone." Lucifer paused "But we really won't be doing much."

His brothers then changed the subject to something about a party Diavolo's hosting that Mammon could vaguely remember. But it didn't matter.

Mammon banged his head against the wall. The soft thuds it made was the only thing keeping him grounded enough to not jump off the roof.

He had lost his appetite and went back to his room. Just then he received a message.

----

I'm alive! Just lost all of my writing, and it was a bit annoying having to rewrite all of the newer chapters + all of the other stories I'm planning. Also life hasn't been the best for me.

[hopeluna-archived]

Diavolo!!>0<

♡ Diavolo is a walking, breathing heater. No matter how cold the weather is his body always stays warm and thus has you clinging to him 'cause he just feels so warm and cozy. Diavolo absolutely loves it 'cause it just means getting to spend more time with you.

And if you do that thing where you press your cold feet to his back to warm them up, Diavolo doesn't mind at all. Yes he'll hiss a little at the cold but really he is happy if you're happy and comfortable.

Random headcanon ask game!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Can't believe their superhero personas are married

Ring Exchange✨️

[wishluc]

Hello! I’m a bit nervous since I’ve just started following you but! You said your asks are open so I’m giving it a go!

Soft? Yandere Diavolo? With him being all possessive and affectionate of the reader? And reader maybe being okay about it? Them being resigned to all the cuddling and just going “well what can you do?” While Diavolo is snuggling them feeling super euphoric?

I don’t know if I did this right.

If you don’t wanna do it or if this isn’t your style then that’s fine! no need to stress about it you can just delete this ask, it is you blog after all.

Anyways! I hope you have an amazing day. Bye ❤️

Hihi anon!! I really had sooo mcuch fun with this ♡ I'm terribly sorry it took so long to get out!!

There are worse places to be, you think, than in the arms of the future king of the Devildom.

At least you know that Lord Diavolo doesn't wish you any harm, not in the same way that others do. He whispers to you, with a large hand on your cheek and his voice unusually soft, that he'd never hurt you—you don't have it in you to tell him that his love, all his deliberate caresses and fond promises, was the source of your suffering. You couldn't admit that it shattered something inside you when he confessed his feelings, that you felt all your carefully built relationships crumble the moment he announced your relationship to everyone else, and that nothing hurt you more than the searing pain in your heart when it became abundantly clear that you were never leaving the Devildom. ("Your home," Diavolo had announced, "is in the Devildom now. Why would you want to leave?")

Maybe the signs were always there; his constant fascination with you and your world, his persistence that you spend nights at the castle and his barrage of invitations to dinner, taking you out to the Devildom's finest restaurants. You should have noticed how his warm smile dimmed when you went out arm in arm with Asmo and how insistently he kept asking you if you really wanted to stay in HoL after the incident. You foolishly believed that this was him making sure the exchange student was comfortable, and not his growing jealousy of the time the brothers had with you—Time he didn't have to spare. And you were still oblivious, even when the brothers started receiving a suspicious increase in their council duties, when the number of guests at the 'exchange student dinners' with Lord Diavolo dwindled in numbers until only you and him were left together, with Barbatos waiting nearby, and when his somewhat subtle words of affection turned bolder, his delicate compliments becoming audacious, almost, but you stayed silent despite how uncomfortable you felt. After all, this was his domain you were in, and by his kindness that you were able to live in relative comfort.

And when it finally occurred to you just how short the chains he placed on you were, you had long lost any opportunity to leave.

(Though a little part of you was aware that the moment you stumbled into the Devildom, the moment the smallest gleam of interest flickered in Lord Diavolo's eye, your fate had already been sealed.)

You tell yourself that you should be content that he's careful about where his hands linger now, gently wrapping himself around you while placing soft kisses on your skin, instead of excitedly smothering you like he used to do when you first met him. You try to be grateful for the little things—thanks to Barbatos's involvement, Diavolo was a lot more...lenient about how much time you spent with the others, and he had eased up on the extremely extravagant gifts. You can appreciate his sincere feelings, and you should appreciate it—who else can say they have a king wrapped around their finger?

But no amount of reassurance can quell your pounding heart or the instinctive tensing of your body as his hands stroke you in an attempt to ease you into his embrace. He's tried, before, to coax you with cloying, saccharine words, and he still tries it now, but it doesn't work in helping you relax. Every affectionate word only serves to heighten your dread, reminding you of just how serious he was. If he was simply just infatuated with you, fascinated by your unfamiliar manner of speaking and demeanor, you could hold on to the hope that his interest would whittle away, that something newer would catch his attention and you were free to spend the rest of your time in the Devildom in relative peace. But he spoke of love, of how much he adored you and how perfect you were for him, of how much he missed you and with every adoring word and intimate whisper, you could feel the part of you that was hopeful and optimistic dim and wither, until all that was left was a deafening silence and the crushing reality.

You've long tuned him out in the middle of him talking about his day. If it were the you from a few months ago, you would have listened closely to every detail and every happening, but now, from a combination of resentment, indifference and general despair, you could hardly bring yourself to listen.

"If you'd like to try it, we can go next week?" Your mind races for a moment; what was happening next week?

"I can't," you say, "I promised Mammon I'd go with him to a modeling gig."

You can't see him, with him facing your back, but you know he's frowning, the pensive look he always has when he's deep in thought.

"I'm sure Mammon won't mind if you can't make it," he instead says, breaking the developing silence, "I'll compensate him if he loses the job."

You want to shrink in on yourself again, suffocated by doubt once more. Would Mammon really be fine with it? Your relationship with the brothers was already delicate enough as a result of Diavolo's interest in you, and you were hoping the day spent with Mammon would help reassure you that it wasn't all that bad. That things could be salvaged. That you still had someone.

Clearly, Diavolo didn't wish the same.

"I guess that's dealt with, then."

Diavolo moves in closer, his lips pressed against the crook of your neck. The warmth radiating off him is almost uncomfortable now, but you pretend it doesn't bother you as one of his hands goes to find your clasped hands, gently tugging them apart only to grasp your free hand in his.

"I could take care of anything for you," a soft assurance, "you only need to say the word."

You sigh, defeated, "I know."

"I wish you'd ask more of me," he admits, his hand gently squeezing yours, in what you think should be soothing, "you can trust me."

You hum noncommittally.

The air around you seems to get tenser, his chest stiff against your back. He calls out your name softly, sounding almost vulnerable.

"Do I..." He hesitates, but you know the question is on the tip of his tongue, and you brace yourself, "Are you happy, with me?"

It's not the best situation to find yourself in; none of this is. But it isn't the worst. You could be back in the attic, strong hands around your neck, or you could be cowering behind a crumbling wall. You could be hiding in an empty stall, tears of frustration racing down your cheeks.

You bring your intertwined fingers up to your lips to leave a soft kiss, "Yes. I really am."

After all, there are worse places to be, worse fates awaiting you. In comparison, this isn't too unbearable. It's this reminder that keeps you from breaking down yet again, and this reminder that keeps the fake smile on your face later.

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Idk I just enjoyed this banter. Breakdown those stereotypes my boys!

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Diavolo (31st October)

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