#the hamperings of being Lucifer

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

So, uh shared grandfather on mother's side and same father. Man what the fuck is that all about.

[zephyrchama]

We know there's cooking duty, and trash duty, and various cleaning duties that the brothers rotate who's in charge of. They take turns shopping for groceries. When MC becomes their attendant in Nightbrighter, some of these chores are foisted onto them.

Is there a laundry duty? Does MC have to do everybody's laundry? Does Asmodeus keep buying more and more outrageous underwear to leave on top of his laundry so he can tease MC?

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whaddya think you’re doin’?”

Mammon walked into his room and caught you red-handed with a pair of his yellow briefs. He nearly flew across the room to snatch them out of your hand.

“Uh, the laundry?” You gestured to a basket of Mammon’s dirty clothes that had been collected from all over. “This would be easier for me if you left it in one place. Getting all of your stuff every week is like a scavenger hunt.”

Mammon threw the dirty briefs over his shoulder. They landed somewhere on the opposite side of the room for you to find again later. You looked at him in exasperation while reaching for a pair of crumpled-up jeans. His face had a rosy tint.

“Why are you doing the laundry?” he demanded.

“Because it’s my job as your attendant,” you answered.

“Wh-? Like, just this week?”

“I’ve been doing your laundry for the last three months, Mammon.”

He craned his neck forward in shock and waited a beat, as if you would say psyche. It’s not that Mammon couldn’t understand you, but this was new information he did not want to process. A hand rose to his forehead, sliding upwards as he pushed in frustration. “Well... cut it out! You look like a pervert. How would you like it if I did your laundry, huh?”

That’d be nice. “Could you, please? That would be great. I don’t have a day to do my own wash, given there’s seven of you and only seven days in a week.” Chores, RAD duties, and devilsitting took up every waking moment.

Mammon sighed and ruffled his hair. He muttered, “Seven…" In an instant, his attention snapped back to you.

"Seven? You’re doin’ everyone’s laundry?” he shouted.

You were ready to pull his jacket off yourself if he wouldn't cooperate. “Yes! And I’m short on time so just give me your dirty clothes!”

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You cracked the door open ever so slightly. Leviathan was preoccupied with a game at his desktop, the back of his chair pointed at the door. The chair shook from the intensity with which he smacked the controller. Now was the perfect time. With the goal of being as quiet as possible, you crept into Leviathan’s room and made a beeline for his laundry hamper.

“Dooooooooooon’t touch those!” The pitch of his voice rose and fell impressively as Leviathan jumped and scrambled across the tile on all fours to physically block you from the laundry. Did he see your reflection in the monitor? His headphone cord popped out of the PC, its headpiece falling down to tug at his neck, and the gaming controller clattered to the floor. Leviathan slid in between you and his laundry basket like an athlete safely sliding onto a base.

In contrast, you just stood there wide-eyed with a tub of detergent in one hand.

Leviathan stammered a few times, realizing he might have overreacted. “So, uh. You see, Mammon gave us all an earful for letting you touch our clothes,” he explained. “He clearly didn’t listen when Lucifer told us you were doing it.”

“Oh, and you knew? Good job, Levi!"

You both smiled, Leviathan chuckled bashfully at the praise.

"Now give me your laundry.”

His face fell.

“No, wait! I knew you were doing it! But… you know, I never really thought about it. And for once, I think Mammon has a point. So, please!” Leviathan pressed his hands to the floor and bowed his head to the ground. A pose he learned from anime. “I’ll do my own laundry from now on! Just don’t touch it anymore!”

“Why? I've always been careful, I check the tags on your shirts so the colors don't bleed.” All of the brothers' clothes had insanely specific washing instructions. Compared to laundering suit jackets and leather and silk, colorful graphic t-shirts were a walk in the park.

Leviathan did not budge. "That's true. Still, I have dignity that must be protected!"

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Beelzebub goes through almost twice the amount of clothes that his brothers do due to his regular workouts. Thankfully, he helps you carry them all to the laundry room so you're not struggling alone.

Beelzebub already had everything neatly sorted into two baskets - regular clothes and workout clothes. They were all ready to go when you showed up for the weekly collection. He let you take the lighter one.

Before the two of you left the bedroom, Belphegor called out, "are you doing laundry?" His head lolled over the side of his bed.

"Yeah, do you need anything washed right now? You can put it in with mine," Beelzebub kindly offered.

Belphegor wormed to the edge of his bed and picked up an empty pillow case. "I drooled on this and stuff. Can you take care of it?"

"Sure," you said. "Pass it over."

Getting up was far too much work. Instead, Belphegor loosely balled up the pillow case. With the world's laziest throw, he tossed it in your direction. It managed to sail through the air. It smacked the side of your head and landed on your shoulder.

"Thanks," Belphegor yawned, having already turned his back to you and Beelzebub.

[pinkaditty]

Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy. 

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two. 

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient. 

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic. 

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last. 

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled. 

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable. 

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you. 

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.” 

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color. 

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms. 

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist. 

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger. 

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back. 

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

[obae-me]

Random Sibling Headcanons

I'm a wee bit sick, which is why I've put my more serious projects on a very short pause. That being said I still feel the need to write something, so why not get some ideas out in the form of little fun ideas? Featuring colored names this time because it's fun for my brain.

These are just some little headcanons I like to think the brothers have done, since I love thinking of their sibling/ at-home relationships with each other.

In the picture of Lucifer's office, he seems to have stairs heading up to a second-story loft of some sort. I've always imagined he has a "Pride" wall somewhere up there filled with memorabilia of his brother's greatest or proudest achievements. There's some photos, art pieces, awards his siblings gave up on keeping, etc. His brothers know about it but hate it, so they all never speak of it.

Mammon and Levi once both badly injured their hands, trying to outdo each other high-fiving. You know where you try to get that perfect smack and hurt the other person's palm? Yeah, like that. They whiffed it on the first try and had to do it again and just couldn't stop after that.

Belphie usually puts small portions of his dirty clothes into his brother's hampers so they can clean his clothes for him without them realizing. It drives them all wild having to sort it out each time, and Belphie thrives off of it.

One of Satan's favorite pranks was to quickly run around the whole house and use up every hot water source he can while Lucifer was taking a shower so his water turns ice cold while the eldest is still in it. It got to the point where Lucifer is actually fine taking cold showers now.

If a bunch of them are in the same room and one of them gets a call from Lucifer, the others will suddenly try to sound like something horrible is going on, more often than not trying to incriminate the person who picked up the phone, blaming them for some false scenario that never happened.

If Belphie gets woken up too many times in the same day, he'll find ways to wake his siblings up in the middle of the night. Once he managed to get into all their phones and set annoyingly loud alarms, another night he cursed the piano in the music room to play until morning. Now the brothers have an unspoken rule not to wake their youngest sibling up more than four times a day.

Asmo likes to barge into his siblings' rooms sometimes unannounced with his D.D.D. while he's live on Devilgram or Deviltube. He loves to catch his brother's doing something stupid, it's hilarious. Sometimes he's not even live, he's just recording so he can keep videos to laugh over later.

They trade chores often, much to Lucifer's frustration, but everyone has some chores they absolutely can't stand. They've even somehow come up with a bartering system of sorts. Laundry = 1 other chore like dusting, but something like Dishes = 2 chores like taking on laundry and vacuuming.

None of them have ever missed one of Beel's games. They always show up and sit in the same spots so Beel never has to look around for them in the crowd. Lucifer brings the bag of supplies and snacks should his siblings need it. Because they always end up complaining about something by the end of the night. Mammon always brings his megaphone that almost always gets in him trouble every time. Levi gives his brothers all glowsticks. Satan always secretly has tricks up his sleeve to use against the opposing team should any of them come close to harming Beel (although that's nearly impossible, but he has them as a precaution). Asmo made everyone the most beautiful signs to hold. And Belphie brings everyone blankets since it can get chilly in the stands. He also brings a big lunchbox of snacks for Beel to eat right after the game even though they always go out to eat right after.

Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi as the three eldest are used to giving their younger siblings things they no longer need. The younger four have plenty of hand-me-downs but more often then not, they don't really mind. Lucifer gives out anything he's not overtly a fan of which can be anything from books to cologne to jewelry. Everyone has a few old things of his. Mammon gives out a bunch of clothes quite frequently. Despite his greed, his room can only hold so much, and so he usually goes through a semi-regular purge. Anything his brothers don't grab he sells. Levi gives out old electronics since he upgrades to the newest stuff as soon as he can. Because of this, Satan owns a pair of cat-ear headphones.

On a trip to the human world once, Asmo bought Belphie one of those electronic toothbrushes that play a song in your head while you brush your teeth so the youngest no longer falls asleep during brushing. Yes, it was a Brittany Spears one. (Does this date me? Maybe. Do they even make those anymore?)

Mammon and Asmo have both sat Beel down and tried to give him a basic course on recognizing flirting to keep their younger brother from being so totally oblivious, but no matter how many times they try, he never notices. However, now if Beel is ever given a random phone number, he knows to take it to either of those two to sort it out for him.

Once, for Belphie's birthday he received the ugliest quilt made from little squares from his brother's t-shirts, pillowcases, robes, etc. They all worked together to sew it up and it's very, very obvious who did what parts. Belphie says he can't stand the awful thing but sleeps with it every night.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Time to post yet another random Obey Me! idea that has to do with turning a demon into a toddler. Since this scenario seems popular so here we go.

The Anti-Lucifer League strikes again to (hopefully) turn Lucifer into a toddler again and have them avoid getting scolded. Cuz, y'know. They really aren't looking forward to the lecture from there now changed back eldest brother.

Unfortunately, Lucifer isn't the one to get hexed. It's Satan. POOF! Cue the Avatars of Pride and Sloth blinking a few times for them to look down at the now furious blonde haired tot. Only for Lucifer to heave a sigh of air as Belphegor gets out his phone to send a few texts to Solomon and Diavolo.

Naturally, the House of Lamentation is thrown (once again) into chaos. With Mammon being too tuckered out to help from the time Lucifer was the mischief maker in diapers. But Beelzebub is able to handle the job with help from Belphegor and their pact human. How, you may ask? Lots of picture books and several adorable cat plushies. Made by Leviathan and Asmodeus.

Satan tends to be a very curious little demon to want to explore and investigate anything and everything. From cabinets to closets to even the dirty clothes hamper in Lucifer's room. Asmodeus catches Satan wearing a pair of underwear on his head to take pictures before rescuing the clothes from being chewed on. Days are spent with Beelzebub and Belphegor wrangling this very curious tot with their pact human helping with things. Like keeping little hands away from Lucifer's paperwork. Or having a tot go diving in Levi's fish tanks.

Best way to tucker a Satan toddler out? Have Beelzebub give Satan a ride to fly around the HOL for a bit. This little demon loves being up high and has a blast going up and down and around. Also means Beelzebub gives his wings a workout while his family gets a break from any tantrums.

[aspiringnexu]

Okay, so, Alastor theory. As far as I know nobody's discussed why Alastor ever made such an apparently disadvantageous deal.

I mean, his power is apparently leashed. He cannot access his true strength. He essentially handicapped himself in Hell. Alastor detests not being in control, he craves power because it nets him control and therefore nets him safety and security, a very rare commodity for a demon. Even an Overlord.

So why the hell would Alastor make such a shitty deal? He's a dealmaker, he knows how this works, it can't just be the result of tricky wording, there must have been something else at play.

Additionally, I'm in the camp that its Eve that has something to do with it. Lilith makes sense of a sort but why would she leash Alastor and then have him help Charlie with a project that would piss off Heaven? She's Lilith, she knows that trying to bypass the initial judgement and redeeming yourself would upset the bigwigs in Heaven. She knows they don't like having their rules bent and twisted. She gains nothing from pissing off the Heavenly Host by indirectly helping her daughter. She made a mysterious deal with Adam to get into Heaven, why would she knowingly jeopardise that?

But why would Eve care? Simple. She feels like Lucifer and Lilith betrayed her by gifting her the apple from the Tree of Knowledge. They betrayed her and she was forced into a life of pain and suffering with a husband who she realised didn't truly love her and children who started to turn on each other the moment they could. And then that same husband (or ex-husband by that point) turns around millennia later and gets Lilith into Heaven.

What the fuck?

So Eve decides that the best way to sort this out is to do what Lilith supposedly did. Betrayal disguised as assistance. Charlie is a well-known bleeding heart by now, all Eve need do is find a way to stoke that altruism until it becomes a Problem that Heaven needs to solve. Poke the altruistic bear enough and that Problem will blossom into a Shitstorm that'll drag Lilith off of her cosy perch in Heaven to sort out her wayward daughter and try to avoid Heaven deciding to exterminate every demon in Hell. Plus it'll give Adam a headache which is only a plus in Eve's eyes. And what better way to help the Princess than gift-wrapping Hell's most powerful Overlord and depositing him on her doorstep?

Her ultimate goal might be provoking an all-out war or simply petty-revenge that'll eventually get out of hand but I digress.

How does she persuade Alastor to accept such a shitty, hampering, restricting joke of a deal?

Again, simple. She's in Heaven and as such has access to angelic steel and a plethora of souls. Including Alastor's mother. The only person he ever truly loved in his life.

I'm willing to bet Alastor would do anything to safeguard his mother. Even selling his own soul.

Of course there's still the seven-year gap to tackle but who says Alastor didn't spend those seven years in Heaven? Maybe Eve managed to smuggle him up there and disguise him, let him enjoy seven years of bliss by his mother's side before blindsiding him with her ultimatum. Makes the clipped wings comment more literal.

Just my thoughts, of course, but I really can't see why else Alastor would sign his own soul away if not to protect the one person he lets himself love. He hardly made the deal for power if the deal restricted his powers and he was certainly in no danger from the other Overlords. So he made the deal, he saved his mother, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try to find a way out of it.

[cakerybakery]

I’m not sure what to work on today

I want to work on The Stork

Adam has been antagonizing Lucifer for months when an angel in heaven, unaware of the events of the last 10,000 years, sends Adam and Lucifer a baby.

They need to co-parent together as Adam finds himself struggling with accepting his role as the primary care giver and struggling with his repressed feelings, both of which heaven engrained in him as being wrong.

Meanwhile Lucifer is trying to navigate Adam’s turbulent emotions and his own as he continues to accidentally push Adam to his breaking point in his attempts to help.

Chapters so far: 17

Word count so far: 36,924

Origin of idea: I thought it would be ha ha funny if a one shot of two people fighting had to co-parent and it’s gotten out of hand.

But I also want to work on One Last Plan

This is the last desperate ploy Adam and Lucifer have to end the war between heaven and hell. A last desperate attempt to try and find the mastermind behind the attack that led to the deaths of their wives. To try and drive them out of the shadows or at the very least, hamper their plans for war and gives hell a chance at winning. A spell that would remove Adam from the board and gives those in heaven against the war a narrative to rally behind. A fake love story of a general of heaven falling in love with the king of hell on the battlefield.

They’re both so tired of blood and death, of chasing a shadow. They want revenge but also peace. If their revenge has to come in the form of ending the war instead of finding the mastermind behind the war, they’ll take it.

But no matter how this plan ends, Adam is done. He will no longer be able to fight or seek revenge and will have to accept that how it ends is the best he will ever get. Whether they find Eve’s killer, the mastermind, only hampered the war, or even if nothing changes and they failed. He is done, he has to be.

Lucifer only agreed to it if Adam stops after this. Lucifer can’t leave the war and if he dies then Charlie will be an orphan. With this spell he needs Adam to stay alive and away from the war. To be there for Charlie as she becomes queen. Lucifer is already risking orphaning one child, he doesn’t want to orphan the one now growing inside of Adam as well if Adam continues on a path to seek revenge.

They’re not the only ones with a desperate finally plan. Lucifer and many others including the invading troops are the stuck in a trap feeding off the angelic powers of the angels, killing them, killing Lucifer.

Adam promised not to seek revenge, he made no such promise about not saving Lucifer

Chapters so far are: 5

Word count so far is: around 16,000+

Origin of idea: man, I like the fake marriage trope, I’ll do a one shot. Aww fuck this is getting out of hand

… I also kinda want to draw

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eight: Can No One handle Anything with Some Amount of Sensibility?

Summary: God decides to try being a mortal. It becomes (Y/N)'s problem. Everything does.

            “Did the whole ‘united front’ talk with God not go well?” said (Y/N).

            Poor Lucifer groaned and poured himself a drink sullenly. (Y/N) suppressed a smile because it was mildly amusing to see Lucifer dealing with his father (because the pair had similar lack of communication and self-reflection).

            “He comes into my house, crying, and when Amenadiel go to actually talk to me, He’s acting like a plumber and saying He’s fine!” said Lucifer.

            After God had appeared in the penthouse crying, Lucifer had quickly gotten Him a drink and let Him explain that He felt like His powers were glitching. Fortunately, nothing more than the musical day went wrong that evening, and Lucifer made sure God got back to Amenadiel’s to rest before speaking to his brother about the issue. Now that the brothers had gone to talk to their father, it, evidently, hadn’t gone as planned.

            (That didn’t surprise (Y/N), though, since Lucifer’s family was notoriously bad at actually taking care of themselves).

            “A plumber?” repeated (Y/N).

            “So we don’t have a ‘flood,’ ” groaned Lucifer, and (Y/N) suppressed another smile. “And He doesn’t even have a reason for staying on Earth,” continued Lucifer. “He’s just here, fixing the plumbing so we don’t have a flood and making my soda dispenser give people Pinot Noir!”

            His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. “And now I have work while my father is running around making miracles willy-nilly. Fantastic.” He pouted and looked at (Y/N). “Will you look after Him?”

            “I’m not babysitting God,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer pouted. “Please?”

            “I have to work on my senior project for school,” said (Y/N). “Sorry, but I’ve got responsibilities, and you and I apparently have to be the ones to set a good example in this family.”

            Lucifer sighed, put down his drink, and pocketed his phone. “At least you’re sensible.”

            “Occasionally,” joked (Y/N), hugging Lucifer. “Bye, Dad.”

            “Will you come with me later to speak to my father?” said Lucifer. “Please?”

            “Me?” said (Y/N).

            “You’re more intimidating than me and Amenadiel,” said Lucifer.

            “How does that help with God?”

            Lucifer paused. “He also likes His grandchildren. The combination of serious and grandchild should be good.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’ll go with you if you really want.”

            “You’re the best, darling,” said Lucifer, hugging (Y/N) before leaving.

            “I know!” chirped (Y/N).

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            After rubbing their hair with a towel to dry it, (Y/N) tossed it into their laundry hamper for later. They looked in the mirror and considered their outfit. For the first time since the Apocalypse, they weren’t wearing long sleeves. They had on just a red t-shirt and black pants, simple so they could focus on their work, and their black marks were on full display. (Y/N) smiled. Lucifer was right. They were artistic.

            Satisfied and not anxious, (Y/N) left the bathroom and headed into their room to grab their jewelry. They picked up their red feather necklace, grabbed some gold earrings, and frowned.

            Where’s my red jasper necklace?

            They wore it every day since Lucifer gave it to them, and it wasn’t in their jewelry box. (Y/N) left their room to look around. They may have taken it off last night and left it in the living room instead of bringing it back to their room.

            “Oh, uh, hi, God,” said (Y/N), stopping in confusion as they found God standing in the living room.

            “Good morning, (Y/N)!” said God. “And I told you to call me Grandpa.”

            “…Right,” said (Y/N), still a bit too weirded out about this being God saying it to actually call Him that.

            “Are you looking for this?” said God, smiling and holding up (Y/N)’s red jasper necklace. “I found it in here and thought it was yours.”

            “Yes, thank you,” said (Y/N), taking it from Him and putting it on. They blinked. It felt a bit warm around their neck.

            “How are you?” said God. He smiled at the marks showing on (Y/N)’s arms. “I trust you’re feeling better.”

            “A bit, yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling a little. They paused. “And…yesterday was fun.”

            “Was it?” God smiled wider.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). “I mean, I don’t need a musical existence everyday—I’m so sore right now from dancing—but it was fun.”

            “I’m glad,” said God.

            “But you didn’t really mean for it to happen,” said (Y/N) slowly, broaching the topic. Yes, they had said they’d talk with God later with Lucifer, but He was here now, so (Y/N) might as well learn whatever they could. I am the resident Celestial-bullshit handler.

            God hesitated. “Not all of it, no.” He smiled. “But I have handled the problem so that I can safely bond with my family without putting anyone in harm’s way.” He looked behind (Y/N) at the room dedicated to their work—covered in fabric at this point. “I would invite you to come with me, but I can see you’re busy.”

            “I am right now,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But maybe later?”

            God smiled. “I am sure I will see you. Have a good day, my dear. Take care of everything.” He patted their head, turned, and headed into the elevator.

            (Y/N) watched him go. Was that one of God’s mysterious ways?

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            “I’m proud of you, Birdie,” said Em, standing still a statue as (Y/N) circled her. They were a perfectionist, and they wanted the tailoring of the outfit they’d created to be perfect.

            “Don’t be proud of me yet, the collection isn’t finished,” said (Y/N) absently as they knelt and added a few stitches to the jacket Em wore.

            “Not about the fashion,” said Em.

            (Y/N) glared.

            “Because that’s obviously going to be great,” said Em, completely missing their partner’s ire. “I’m talking about your outfit.” They smiled. “You’re wearing short sleeves again.”

            (Y/N) paused, looked at their arms, and shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I was told it was artistic, so why would I hide it?”

            “The boss had one of his profound moments, huh?” said Em, grinning.

            “When he’s not trying, my dad’s pretty good at helping people,” said (Y/N). “It’s when he gets in his head that he gets it all tangled up.”

            Em laughed and then yelped. “Ow!”

            “I told you not to move,” said (Y/N), stitching Em’s pants up with a sharp needle.

            “You’re so mean,” pouted Em.

            (Y/N) stood and pecked Em on the lips. “There, feel better?”

            Em grinned. “Another kiss would help.”

            (Y/N) smiled and kissed Em again.

            “How do you not remember?!”

            (Y/N) and Em groaned as they heard Lucifer’s angry voice.

            “I’ll go check what the newest Celestial bullshit development is,” said (Y/N). “You can change back into your clothes.”

            “Good luck with whatever’s going on,” said Em.

            “God’s powers were glitching, so it’s not like things can get worse,” said (Y/N), shrugging as they walked out of the room.

            “Don’t jinx it!” chirped Em as she closed the door.

            (Y/N) walked into the living room to find Lucifer, once again, pouring himself a drink. He was really being pushed to the brink. “What’s going on now?” They watched God take a long drink of His own and blink as if He was actually affected by the alcohol. “…That’s weird.”

            “My father had the brilliant idea that to understand me He needed to try being human!” said Lucifer, exasperated and exhausted.

            “I want to experience the true range of human experience on Earth,” said God, pleased with Himself.

            “God can make Himself human?” said (Y/N). “How is that possible?”

            “I’m God. I can do anything.” God pleased. “Well, not right now.”

            “Of course not right now, you lost your powers!” said Lucifer.

            “I can get them back,” said God.

            “This is so weird,” sighed (Y/N).

            “It gets worse,” said Lucifer. “He lost whatever He put His powers in. He misplaced the powers of the Almighty.”

            “Huh.” (Y/N) processed that. “That’s a problem. Not good.”

            “Not good at all!” said Lucifer. He stared at God. “You had your drink. Now, focus. Where are your powers?”

            “I really don’t remember,” said God apologetically. “But I’m sure I left them somewhere.”

            “If you don’t remember where they are, how can you be sure that they’re safe?” said Lucifer.

            “I know that they’re safe,” said God firmly.

            “But what if something happens to them?” said Lucifer. “What if something happens to you? Does the universe collapse into nothingness, destroying everything and everyone I care about?”

            “I doubt that. That’s my purview,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Your face, Lucifer,” said God slowly, just staring. “The one you used in Hell. In person, it really is quite intense.”

            “You saw his Devil face?” said (Y/N).

            “He nearly got Himself killed by drug dealers, so I had to step in,” grumbled Lucifer. “But I can’t believe He’s critiquing the way I looked saving His life.”

            “Why did you choose that face?” asked God. He paused. “Deep down, that face is how you see yourself.”

            (Y/N) blinked and looked at Lucifer worriedly. His self-esteem was a sensitive topic.

            Ding!

            The elevator door opened.

            Oh, great, more trouble, thought (Y/N), because what else could it be?

            Trixie walked out.

            “What are you doing here?” said Em, stepping into the room and looking between God, Trixie, Lucifer, and (Y/N). It was an odd group.

            “I told my dad I was going to my friend’s house,” said Em.

            “I’m afraid we’re all a bit busy right now,” said Lucifer.

            “I lied, dummy.” She wound up and kicked Lucifer in the shin.

            Can no one handle anything with some amount of sensibility?

            Lucifer stared. “What on Earth was that for?”

            “I looked inside my heart like Dr. Linda said, and here’s what I realize,” said Trixie, pleased with herself. “Your hair is stupid, and your jokes are immature, and what kind of person puts a bar that big in their house?”

            “My hair is majestic, and you know it,” said Lucifer.

            “Grown-ups are supposed to be responsible!” said Trixie.

            “Oh, are they?” grumbled Lucifer. “Well—”

            “Everyone relax,” said (Y/N), stepping forward. “Trixie, let’s get you back home.”

            Trixie folded her arms. “I’m not done yelling at him.”

            “He’s getting yelled at plenty by other people, I assure you,” said (Y/N). “And right now he’s dealing with a problem, so let’s let him suffer in peace, shall we?”

            Trixie paused. “Fine.”

            “Good,” said (Y/N). They looked at Lucifer. “Find the thing.”

            Lucifer waved a hand at God, who was closing his eyes sleepily. “I’m trying!”

            Oh, boy.

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            (Y/N) and Trixie walked across the streets of LA in silence until (Y/N) looked down at the younger girl.

            “Okay, what’s going on?” said (Y/N).

            “What do you mean?” said Trixie stubbornly.

            “Why are you so angry at my dad?” said (Y/N). “Usually I know what he’s done, but this time it’s a mystery.”

            “He went to Florida for months without saying goodbye, he just does whatever he wants, and he…he hurts my mom’s feelings,” said Trixie, grumbling. She glanced at (Y/N). “Aren’t you mad at him? My mom…I remember hearing her talking to Maze about you being sad. He left you alone. Why aren’t you mad?”

            (Y/N) pursed their lips. “I was mad for a long time,” they admitted. “I shouted at him, I pushed him away, I hurt his feelings. Because what he did really hurt me.” They glanced at Trixie. “Like it hurt Chloe.”

            “But you forgave him,” said Trixie.

            “I did,” said (Y/N). “Because my dad was trying to do the right thing for me and messed up.” They chuckled. “You said grown-ups are supposed to be responsible, but they’re really just kids in bigger, taller bodies. Most of the time, they can be idiots. They make mistakes.”

            “…Did he apologize?” said Trixie.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding. “He did. And more importantly, he makes sure to take care of me. He didn’t just say he was sorry; he acts like he is. He wants to do better, and he is. I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he didn’t.”

            Trixie frowned as they kept walking. “Do you think he’s apologized to my mom?”

            “Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N). They grinned conspiratorially. “He really likes Chloe, so he’s definitely apologized. And even if he’s made another mistake, he’ll make it up to her. They’re going to be okay.” They looked down at Trixie. “Are you okay with them?”

            Trixie nodded. “I like Lucifer. We’re friends. I just didn’t want him hurting my mom.”

            “Your mom’s lucky to have you,” said (Y/N).

            “Lucifer is lucky to have you,” responded Trixie. “You keep him out of trouble. Sorry for kicking him.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “He’s had worse.” They winked. “And you don’t need to apologize to me or him about it. He probably deserves it.”

            Trixie laughed as they walked up the drive to Dan’s house. “Thanks for helping me.”

            “No problem, Trixie,” said (Y/N). “The two of us are a team, keeping our parents safe and in line.”

            Trixie brightened. “A team?”

            “A team,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Awesome,” said Trixie, grinning. She walked up to the door, turned back, and waved. “Bye, (Y/N)!”

            “Bye, Trixie,” said (Y/N). They made sure she closed the door and was in safely before checking their phone for the time. They hummed. I’ve already resolved one of our two problems of today, and it’s not even 2. I’m on a roll.

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            “Where is my dad? And God?” said (Y/N), reentering the penthouse.

            “They went out looking for God’s powers,” said Em. “I offered to help, but Lucifer asked me to wait here to tell you.”

            “He does know I own a phone, right?” said (Y/N).

            “He just wants you to not be out and about while God’s powers could be picked up by anyone,” said Em. “He’s protective.”

            “Mm, unfortunately,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “That also means I can’t procrastinate. I’m going to get back to work.”

            “Good luck!” said Em as (Y/N) headed back into their workroom.

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            “You seriously have no idea?” said Lucifer. “Nothing, no clue, nada? No inkling?”

            “Son, I do not know where I left my powers. All I know is that they are safe,” said God.

            “Father, I have to say that I agree with Lucifer. This is irresponsible. We need to find your powers before someone finds them,” said Amenadiel.

            “No, no, they’re safe,” said God. “I’m sure of that.”

            “Father,” sighed Amenadiel. “Earth isn’t safe. If someone found your powers, they could hurt themselves or others.”

            God looked at Amenadiel. “My son, I would not leave my powers somewhere or with someone if there was a chance they would to be used for harm.”

            Amenadiel fought not to sigh. “Alright, let’s think things through. What places does Dad know?”

            “Food stores,” said Lucifer. “Not helpful.”

            “Okay, then, if you were to give up your powers for the day, what would you do with them?” said Amenadiel.

            “I don’t want people to have to bear my power and frighten people off as the devil, so I wouldn’t leave it with anyone,” said Lucifer.

            “Fine, bad example,” said Amenadiel.

            “What would you do? Perfect older brother should be a good example of what our dear Father would do,” said Lucifer.

            “Children,” sighed God.

            “I’d put it with someone I trusted, like family,” said Amenadiel. “I’d know they wouldn’t use my power for harm and would keep it safe.”

            God paused. “Oh.”

            Lucifer and Amenadiel looked at Him. “What?”

            God smiled. “I remember where I left it.”

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            “(Y/N).” Em leaned into the workroom.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N) absently, staring at two different fabrics barely a shade different.

            “God is here with Amenadiel and Lucifer. He wants to talk to you,” said Em.

            (Y/N) frowned in confusion but came out of the room. “What is it?”

            “I remembered where I put my powers,” said God. He held out a hand. “Could I borrow your red jasper necklace?”

            (Y/N) tilted their head but undid the clasp and held it out to Him. He took it and held the stone in His hand. God took a deep breath, and a chime sounded. It echoed around the room, and a golden glow emerged from the red jasper. It flew up and around God, holy and bright. When it faded, everyone stared. God smiled and gave the necklace back to (Y/N).

            “Thank you for keeping it safe,” said God.

            Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, who was dumbfounded. “At least (Y/N) is responsible.”

            “Oh, great, so I was just walking around with God’s power for the whole day,” said (Y/N), still just staring at the necklace in their hand.

            “I knew that you could take care of it,” said God. He smiled. “You wouldn’t use power for your own gain, would you?”

            (Y/N) blinked. “No.” They helped people and protected their family and friends. They didn’t need or want power for themself.

            “You can’t just hand your powers to my kid and not tell them,” spluttered Lucifer. “What if it had exploded? What if they had gotten hurt?”

            God held up a hand. “We need to talk.” His voice had grown somber, and Amenadiel and Lucifer exchanged a confused look.

            God sat down, and, sensing the seriousness of the occasion, everyone else in the room sat down.

            “Lucifer was right,” said God, a soft smile on His face.

            “Twice in one millennium,” said Lucifer. “Will wonders never cease?”

            “It’s not just the music,” said God. “Or the fact that I misplaced my powers.” He laced His fingers, and His eyes took on a slightly melancholy expression. “The truth is…I’ve been slipping for quite a while. For longer than I’d like to admit.” He smiled again. “I guess you get your denial from your father.”

            “What denial?” Lucifer pretended to act innocent before smiling. “Kidding.” It seemed he and God had some sort of breakthrough in their fraught relationship. “Mostly.”

            “Now, let’s just keep this between the five of us, for now. Shall we?” said God.

            “What are you saying?” asked (Y/N).

            “I think it’s time,” said God.

            “Time for what?” said Lucifer.

            “Time for me to retire,” said God.

            …God can retire? That was a development.

            (Y/N), Lucifer, and Amenadiel all looked at each other. They looked at God to say something, anything to that statement, and He was gone.

            Unbelievable.

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[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 16

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, a little fluff

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity mentioned

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Asmo needed to calm down. Lucifer would handle everything. It would be fine.

He threw the bloody handkerchief on the vanity, giving it one more glance before turning his back to it.

He caught his reflection in the mirrored wall of his bedroom. His teary face was beautiful. He flashed a peace sign at himself. Wouldn’t this be a sight for his fans? It would probably do numbers on Devilgram. All he needed was the perfect caption. What was that old quote from that dead author? Tears are diamonds? Pearls? Whatever, he could always ask Satan later. He reached for his D.D.D. to take a selfie when his eyes landed again on the handkerchief in the reflection of the mirror. His heart clenched at the red splotches on the pale pink fabric.

None of this was his fault, it couldn't possibly be. You fainting after he charmed you was just a coincidence. And the blood was just…

He couldn't rationalize that part away. But it still didn't make sense. Asmo was trying very hard to charm you so he’d invoked more of his power than was normally needed to charm an individual, but he’d never caused a person to bleed. A symptom like that was more like an effect of… A curse.

Asmo felt dizzy.

Those witches and their curse last night. They’d said it was for the demon who wronged him but Asmo had been too drunk to remember the details. Could they have cursed you as well? Were they jealous of you for being so close to him? That was hardly his or your faults. And even drunk, Asmo wouldn't allow the witches to do something like that to an innocent human. Would he?

No, stop!

Asmo practically ran to his private bathroom, throwing on the tub’s faucet as high as it would go. The bathtub couldn't fill fast enough, he was feeling a little envious of Levi’s control over water. The third born could conjure enormous amounts of water at the perfect temperature in seconds. Asmo dumped in two heaping scoops of floral bath salts, turning the water pink and shimmery. The room began to fill with the heady scent of jasmine and roses carried on the water’s steam.

Asmo stripped from his clothes and splashed cold water on his face to clear the drying tear tracks. His bangs hung damp and limp over his forehead. His hands shook as he gripped the edge of the counter. This was not because of him. It couldn't be.

A knock at the bedroom door caused him to freeze.

“Asmodeus?” It was Solomon, sounding muffled through the door.

Asmo schooled his voice into stability. “Yes?”

“I was just checking on you, are you alright?”

“Yes, I am.” he hoped he sounded aloof. “Why wouldn't I be?”

Solomon paused. “Lucifer and Barbatos were concerned. They said you were shaken up about what happened with MC. I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Oh. That.” Asmo gave a little laugh although his eyes didn’t show it. “I mean it was a bit of a shock but I’m fine now.” He picked up his clothes and threw them in the hamper in his closet.

Solomon tried the door handle, finding it locked. “Can I come in?”

“That won’t be necessary. I was just getting in the bath.”

There was another pause. Asmo bit his lip. He could never pass up an opportunity for someone to see his perfect body totally nude. Solomon would see right through him. He braced for the response.

“Ok…” said Solomon. “Well if you want to talk, you can always call me on my D.D.D., I guess.” He started to walk away.

“Wait!” Asmo went all the way up to the door but did not open it.

“Yes?” said Solomon.

“Tell me–” Asmo swallowed. “Is MC ok?” He wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for the answer.

“They’re conscious now.” He answered. “Lucifer is trying to get to the bottom of things but it seems like they’ll be alright.”

That was good. Better than good. But he had to know more.

“Was it a curse?” Asmo’s voice shook on the word.

“I don't think so.” Said Solomon. “Not a curse, and not a hex either, if you were wondering.”

Asmo frowned. “But not a human ailment, or you would still be there with them.”

Solomon was silent for a moment, as if he was pondering his answer. “That’s correct. Whatever is wrong with MC is out of my depth,” He said humbly. “But the important thing is that they’re going to be ok.”

Asmo breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Thank you.” His words were almost like a prayer, as much as words said by a demon could be.

As Solomon walked away, Asmo fought the urge to collapse on his bed.

Instead, he made his way back to the bathroom. The tub was finally full, the billowing white steam reminding him of mornings in the Celestial Realm from so long ago, he turned off the faucet.

He tried to ignore the muffled sound of Lucifer and Lord Diavolo who chose at that moment to have their heated conversation in the hall right outside of Asmo’s room. Barbatos’ cool, refined tone joined theirs. The three of them walked away, their voices fading into the distance.

With a deep cleansing breath, Asmo set his D.D.D. on a towel at the side of the tub, and slipped into the warm water.

His D.D.D. vibrated.

It was a text from Lucifer in the brothers’ group chat. Asmo tentatively opened the message.

Lucifer: I would like to inform you all that MC is ok; it seems they used Hell Poison honey in their tea this morning, accidentally poisoned themself. Barbatos has administered an antidote and they will make a full recovery. I trust none of you will disturb them as they rest, however long it takes.

Asmo stared at the message for a long time.

“Poisoned, huh.”

So it hadn't been because of him. Asmo wanted to sink under the perfumed water and never come back up again.

At least now he could rest. All that worrying had been exhausting. Asmo leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the warmth and the scent of flowers take him.

…

Asmo woke hours later from a dreamless sleep. His stomach was growling. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and based on the position of the moon in the sky, it was well past dinnertime.

He got out of the tub and quickly toweled himself off. He pinned his bangs back with a couple bobby pins and made his way to the closet. Asmo chose a pair of pink silk pajamas, they were comfy but still beautiful. He rarely got use out of them since he preferred to sleep au naturale.

Stepping into his soft pink slippers, Asmo made his way into the hall and down the stairs. It was an unusually quiet night. He rounded the corner of the hall leading to the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks at the scene before him.

Three of his brothers sat on the floor, huddled next to your bedroom door. They were sleeping. Beel was in the middle with Levi and Mammon leaning on either side of him, each snoring in their own unique way. A portable gaming device dangled from Levi's hand, the cheerful music from the pause screen playing on a loop.

He glanced at the door. Maybe he should check on you, just in case. He reached for the doorknob.

Soft footsteps descended the back staircase, Asmo turned toward them, pulling his hand back as if the doorknob had burned him.

Satan carried a few blankets in his arms. “It seems MC kicked the three of them out of their room hours ago. I tried to get them to go to bed or even sleep in the common room but they refused.” He whispered. “Did you eat yet?”

“No, I was just about to when I came upon this ridiculous scene.” Asmo rolled his eyes, hoping his body language didn't give him away, he'd already embarrassed himself enough over you today. He took a blanket from Satan and spread it over Mammon. He removed Mammon’s sunglasses, which were hanging crookedly on his face and slipped them into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. “This is a pathetic way for demon lords to behave.”

Satan raised an eyebrow, spreading a blanket across Beel’s lap. “Since when do you care how demon lords behave? I remember you’ve complained over your duties as the Avatar of Lust quite regularly.” Some days Asmo’s laziness could rival Belphie’s if he felt a task didn't benefit him enough to put in the effort.

“It’s– it’s not like that.” Asmo crossed his arms, looking away. “I just don't get why they’re so hung up on this human.”

Satan switched off Levi's gaming device after making sure his progress was saved, setting it down on the floor next to him. “It seems they’ve grown quite fond of MC in the short time they’ve been here. And they’re not the only ones.” Satan took a long look at Asmo.

This time Asmo stared him down. “What are you saying?”

Satan’s face broke into a catlike smirk. He shrugged. “Lord Diavolo and Solomon and Barbatos, not to mention the angels. And even Lucifer was worried about them.”

“And what do you think about them?” Asmo asked, trying to deflect Satan’s observation.

“What do I think about them?” Satan repeated. “I think they’re a decent enough person. And their mere presence disrupts Lucifer’s life, I’m quite pleased about that.”

A very Satan answer.

Asmo’s stomach growled loudly. “Is there anything left of dinner or did Beel get to it first?”

Satan suppressed a laugh. “I left some soup for you on the stove but you’ll have to heat it up.”

After ensuring his older brothers were properly tucked in, Satan went back to his room, leaving Asmo in the dark hall.

Not wasting another moment, Asmo opened your bedroom door and entered quietly.

You were asleep, as expected. Your chest rose and fell evenly, and you snored lightly. Asmo could hear soft, lilting classical music playing from a record. A large, expensive looking bouquet of flowers with a card indicating it was from Lord Diavolo sat on the table behind your bed. Underneath it was a smaller scraggly bouquet made from flowers found in the House of Lamentation’s garden. Judging from the gaudy color choices and clumsy execution, Asmo would guess the tiny bouquet was arranged by Mammon. Next to the bouquets were a few textbooks and carefully copied class notes in Satan’s handwriting. Single serving prepackaged snacks and cakes littered the rest of the table.

Asmo tentatively approached your bed. You were sleeping so peacefully. No doubt assisted by the medicinal tea Barbatos had left on your bedside table. You’d finished almost the entire pot, by now it had long gone cold. A note in Solomon’s handwriting detailed which magical remedies could be mixed with Human World pain relievers, underneath that was a recipe for miso soup. Asmo tore up the recipe and threw it in the wastebasket at the corner of your room. No good could come of making one of Solomon’s recipes, no matter how well-intended.

His stomach growled again, very loudly this time. Asmo froze, expecting you to wake.

But you didn't, you just snuggled even more under the Ruri-chan blanket that had been lovingly draped over you and continued sleeping. That tea was quite effective.

Asmo took the empty teapot with him as he exited your room.

In the kitchen, he turned on the burner underneath the cold soup pot. It would take a few minutes to heat up to an edible temperature so Asmo made himself busy.

He fetched a kettle and filled it with water to boil, setting it on the stove over a burner. Asmo pulled out the canister of medicinal tea Barbatos had left on the counter. He inhaled the herbal, floral scent of the leaves and closed his eyes. He detected several restorative herbs that were effective in healing demons, so surely they would help a human like you. With this and some rest you would get better, he was sure.

He dumped out the spent leaves and replaced them just as the kettle began to boil. Once the freshly boiled water was in the teapot, it would take several minutes to steep the tea.

Asmo dished himself a bowl of soup and pulled up a stool to the counter so he could eat while he waited.

The silence in the house was so deafening. Most nights at this hour Mammon was fighting with Levi, and Beel could often be found rummaging through the kitchen to look for one more thing to eat. Now the three of them kept their sleepy vigil outside your room. When had they all become so focused on you?

It couldn't be their pacts. None of the brothers had ever become so dedicated to a pact owner. The closest was Asmo with Solomon but even then it had never gone to quite this extent. What was so different now?

Asmo couldn't figure it out.

He finished his soup and washed his bowl before picking up the teapot and bringing it to your room. He set it back in its place on your bedside table.

You hadn't moved at all in the time he’d been gone. That was somewhat comforting, it meant you were sleeping soundly. Or at least that’s what he hoped.

Asmo really studied your face this time, something he’d avoided before, afraid it would remind him of what had happened just that afternoon.

Dark circles ringed your eyes. Your complexion, while still ashen, was no longer the disturbing gray color it had been at RAD. The pale moonlight shone through the window, lighting your face.

Asmo clenched his fists. No one had taken the time to do your skincare for you.

He looked to your private bathroom door. Surely you had some sort of skincare routine in place. But there was no way it was anywhere near as good as what he had. Asmo used only the best on his skin.

Suppressing a sigh, Asmo skipped out of your room. He had to do everything around here, didn’t he?

He gathered a small basket of products. Just some micellar water, toner, eye cream, moisturizer, and a lip mask. Minimalism wasn't usually his thing but it would do for now.

He found himself humming as he returned to your room. Silently shushing himself, he entered again and sat slowly on your bed. Now that he'd seen their effect at work, between the medicinal tea and the record, he was sure you wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He could always use one of Belphie’s sleep spells if you started to stir. It wouldn't be as powerful being cast by Asmo but it would be enough to keep you sleeping if need be.

Asmo washed his hands in your private bathroom and then got to work. He slipped a pink bunny ear headband over your head to push your hair out of your face. He then swiped the micellar water across your skin with a cotton pad. Cleansing was one of the most important steps in a skincare routine. Next he applied the toner and dabbed the eye cream under your eyes, hoping it would alleviate your dark circles. Once he pressed the moisturizer into your skin with his palms, it was time for the lip mask.

He applied the pale pink gel with his ring finger, running it gently across your bottom lip first and then up until it caught on your Cupid's bow. He kept his hand there a moment, taking in the delicate shape and the charming curves. Your lips were so soft, so warm, so unmistakably human. Beautiful.

Asmo withdrew his hand.

Humans were such fascinating and frustrating creatures.

He wiped the remainder of the lip mask off on a cotton pad, still feeling the ghost of your lips on his fingers.

He glanced at you one last time as he shut the door behind him.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[thestars-aremycanvas]

Luciferian Principles

Luciferianism is not a defined religion, but rather a belief system that admires and venerates the characteristics and personality traits exhibited by Lucifer as represented in the literature and the various books of the Hebrew Bible. Although Luciferianism is often confused with Satanism due the fact that Satan is defined as a fallen Lucifer, in reality, Luciferians do not worship Satan in any way and instead model themselves after the original Lucifer, a character of enlightenment, independence, and progressiveness. 

The following list enumerates some of the principles by which Luciferians strive to live. Some items on this list were initially put forward by the Order of the Luciferian Sword and are adapted here with permission. 

Read more about Luciferianism vs Satanism.

An Illuminated Being Who Chooses Rather Than Idolizes

Luciferianism is about the seeking of knowledge from both within and without. While many of practitioners do recognize Lucifer as an actual being, they envision him quite differently than Christians do, and they are in no way dependent on him in the same way that followers of other religions regard their key figures.

Luciferians model themselves after Lucifer purely by choice, not out of doctrine or expectation. 

Free to Act, but Accepting of Consequences

Luciferians believe that taboos and social expectations should not hamper one from achieving his or her goals. 

Society and your fellow humans may take issues with your choices, and you are expected to accept the consequences with stoicism if you make poor decisions. 

Pursuit of Wealth and Living in Prosperity

For Luciferians, wealth is not something to be ashamed of. You are encouraged to strive for success and enjoy the fruits of your labors. You are allowed and even encouraged to take pride in your accomplishments and to highlight them.

Accept and Glorify Primordial Carnal Nature

Humans are both rational and physical, according to Luciferianism. One should not be ignored or denigrated in order to prioritize the other, and neither impulse should be denied as corrupt or sinful. Luciferians accept and delight in the so-called pleasures of the flesh. 

Cruelty Has Its Place, When It is Warranted

The Luciferian may be cruel and wrathful to those who have proven themselves worthy of being treated in such a way.  Luciferianism holds that the behavior of others dictates how you should treat them. There is no burden to treat others better than they deserve, though kindness is not discouraged, either.

Conversion Is Not a Goal

The Luciferian considers himself as a member of an elite group of self-determined people, and he has no interest in converting others. Luciferians see no value in large numbers of like-minded believers who may have less than full dedication.  The Luciferian path is one that people seek out through self-determination, not one that seeks followers. 

Acceptance for Abrahamic Faiths

The Luciferian respects people of Abrahamic faiths and accepts their beliefs even while disagreeing with them. While Luciferians have nothing against Christians, Jews, Muslims on a personal level, they disagree with what they see as ​subservience to a demanding and arbitrary god as practiced by those faith systems. 

Support and Protection of the Natural World

Luciferians share some beliefs of New Age philosophies in their celebration and protection of the earth (Terra)  and the natural world. They strongly disagree with some religious systems that see man's role as one which is entitled to freely use and abuse natural resources. 

Arts and Sciences Are Equally Cherished

Luciferianism adheres to a Rennaissance attitude when it comes to arts and sciences. Both creative expression and scientific exploration and understanding are regarded as equally important to mankind as a whole and to our individual personal development. 

Focus on the Present Day

Luciferians do not believe in the Abrahamic religions' doctrine of an afterlife that is paid for by suffering in the present life. Instead, it is believed that one should live for the present day and make the most of what is here and now. Happiness today is proof that good choices have been made, and there is no expectation that suffering today is necessary for happiness tomorrow. 

Enlightenment is the Ultimate Goal

All knowledge is good. Ignorance, however, leads to all sorts of problems: hatred, lack of success, the inability to advance, etc. Unlike other belief systems in which faith plays a primary role, Luciferians celebrate knowledge of all types as the key to enlightenment and happiness in this life. 

Free Will and Personal Responsibility Are Primary

Each person is responsible for their own fate, which is determined by his or her own talents and efforts. Finding ways around life's roadblocks is an expected part of life for Luciferians, and overcoming them is cause for pride and happiness.  

They are also expected to accept any unhappiness that arrives due to the bad choices they make. 

Skepticism Is Encouraged

Knowledge is regarded as fluid and subject to revision and change. Hence the Luciferian is encouraged to keep an open mind and be willing to revise his or her ideas of what constitutes truth and understanding.

All ideas should be tested for practicality before being adopted as truth, and circumstances may require former "truths" to be abandoned. 

From learn religions here.

[vyrulent]

If honesty were truly a virtue, Chloe hadn't wanted to escape the warmth of her own bed, but work was always expected. She'd work to keep her upkeep, and a fine upkeep was exactly what the Morningstar mansion was. She was truly grateful for the home that had been offered to her. It wasn't just a house. In the last few weeks, it had truly become a home rather than a house. This was where she enjoyed being. Even interactions with Maze had become more welcoming after their little chit chat about how she'd stepped between Lucifer and Amenadiel with a tiny knife. It had seemed that a respect had settled between the two women -- though, there were still moments when Maze could be prickly towards her.

Chloe listened as Linda and Lucifer spoke on the state of the world, of the rise in factories. There had been some truth in what Linda spoke. Hadn't there been some study on moths that showed the detriments of the factories?

Another smaller cough escaped her that was easily masked as clearing her throat. She hadn't wanted anyone to worry. She wasn't worried. She'd just woke up a little under the weather but she'd not held any belief that she was soon to come down with a dreadful sickness that had put a number of people in an early grave.

"I'll make sure of it, my lord," she told him as she finished up the last of her breakfast before excusing herself to go to work. While she did enjoy Lucifer's company, it was always harder to start the actual work when he was there. Conversations always captivated her. It was best to get a start on it so if she found herself stopping, most of the tasks had been completed or nearly completed.

Away from everyone, in the warm sanctuary that was Lucifer's personal room, Chloe worked without thought. A small coughing fit had overtaken her, but she'd continued on. The slight dizziness that she had felt was just from the exertion of coughing. The ache in her chest was ignored as she continued on her way. She would make certain to ask Linda for a nice cup of tea with a bit of honey later. That should be enough to clear her insides, to warm her up. But for now, she worked. A gentle humming fell from her as she worked, as she took his clothes from the floor, from the bed, and thrust them into the hamper. She moved with a new slowness, with tired bones, as she ripped the sheets and blankets from the bed to be replaced with a fresh set. How often she did such an act with just how many partners he had, sometimes multiple times a day. Still, there was no judgment, she'd simply worked to make his life more comfortable, with less worry.

Lucifer smiled at her and gave a nod, saying, "In that case, I'll happily indulge you with my presence." In truth, the reason he was running late was because he hadn't wanted to leave his bed this morning. The fire in his hearth had long since died out during the night, and his bed was nice and warm. The idea of needing to get up and face the chill in the air, just to restart the fire, kept him locked under his sheets for longer than normal.

He frowned when Chloe coughed, sitting back a bit as he wondered if his mind was just getting ahead of him. He thought she looked flushed, but that might've been the light and she just now admitted that it was a tickle in her throat. He must be over-reacting.

Hearing Linda complain about the factory, Lucifer laughed a bit. "Ah, yes, but progress marches ever onwards, isn't that right? You humans never know when to quit. Soon enough, there won't be a corner of this map you haven't trounced through, I'm sure."

He knew all too well Linda's opinion on industry, and he agreed to a point. Humans always did like pillaging his father's planet, but not much could be done to stop them anyway.

"Thank you very much, Miss Decker. And please make sure your bed is properly insulated. This house can sometimes get dreadfully drafty," He said, finishing off the last of his coffee.

[doorplays]

Door Reviews: Lucifer Within Us (2020)

Hey there, I’m back with another game review for you all! A discord friend of mine recommended this on top of some other games, so I bought this when it went on sale. I just finished it today, and I kinda liked it! So now, I will talk about my thoughts on this game. Let’s get to it, then!

What’s it about?

Lucifer Within Us (2020) is an investigation game that has you playing an exorcist who is also a detective! The game has three cases for you to play, and each case has a suspect who murdered someone due to demonic influence. It is your job to find out who this person is so you can exorcise the demon possessing them. I find it very interesting, making an exorcist also an investigator.

STYLE (Gameplay, Graphics, Music)

You interface with this game via point-and-click mechanics. You click on the ground to where you want to go, click on NPCs to talk to them, and click on interactable objects to gather evidence. Gathering evidence puts them in your inventory, where you can review their descriptions and use them to cross-reference with suspect testimonies.

Talking to the suspects will have them outline their own version of events, unfurling an interactable timeline. These timelines will have blocks that describe what a suspect was doing at a certain point in time. Reviewing these timelines, you may see inconsistencies with other evidence and other suspect testimonies. To unravel these, you can proceed to Contradict their statement by presenting the evidence or testimony that makes their own statement wrong. By doing this, not only do you make them revise their testimony, you also can get further insight into their psychology, which is important in accusing the true murderer and exorcising the demonic influence within them.

This is an interesting way to interface with the mystery itself. It feels very direct, confronting the various intricacies of the crime and having you directly contradict them with the elements at your disposal.

The art is very pretty. They nailed down their aesthetic perfectly, though I do feel like they could have improved on the UI itself a bit. The timeline viewing part could have done with a fast-forward button, and some art splashes could have done with more details to fill what I perceived as empty space. But I enjoyed the aesthetic and art very much.

The music… not much to comment on, I think. It felt apt for the game, though, but I think it wasn’t very notable. What I really liked though is the voice acting. Very good, and surprising to see in this game! There was more voice acting than I expected, and it really improved my experience.

Lastly, I enjoyed the gameplay, but I felt like it lacked… something, but I can’t place what. Maybe it’s because I wish there were more than three cases.

SUBSTANCE (Story, Characters, Impact)

The world seemed so interesting. A religious society built on cybernetics. Ritual ornaments made with robotics and engineering. Idols lifted up with aetheric manipulation. Being greeted with “Saint Walpurga’s Abbey - Cybernetics Workshop” set the tone of the game beautifully: a wonderful marriage of religion and science.

Playing as an exorcist who is also a detective is also a nice representation of this theme. Ada’s choice of profession is interesting, being an exorcist in a culture who did not need one for the past 100 years. As a character though, I found her uninteresting. She felt one dimensional, too focused on righteousness and on purging demonic influence. Which, I guess, is her job, but nonetheless, I wish there was more to her.

I found the demons very interesting. Very mecha! And loved their vibes. Though it felt weird hearing Sathanas’ name pronounced with a long A sound instead of quick ones as I’m used to in my language.

The story was too short!! It was self-contained enough, but it left me wanting more. Three cases was too few for what this game showed. Overall, I think this game had a lot of promise, but it is really hampered by its length. The worldbuilding was great, the art and voice-acting was beautiful, but the game itself is… short.

VERDICT

I enjoyed my time with this game. I just wish there was more content to experience. Interesting world and aesthetics, but the game is woefully short. Nonetheless I recommend it if you want a short investigation game experience! I always welcome these games cos it feels like there aren’t enough games in the genre itself. Anyway yeah, I had fun!

Door Rates Game: 3.5/5!

[ask-smutty-lucifer]

“She did. She saved my life.” Michael says with a firm nod. “At the time she met me, I was being put up for sale at an auction. I was either going to be sold to a breeder or to an angel clothing designer.” He says with a shiver. “Your mother swept in and bid on me just in time! Another second, and I would have been a goner! The clothing designer already was calling me ‘Her Prettiest Boy’.” || “True. You should get Death on board with a Halloween birthday, then. It should be easy, though.” Famine smirks. “All that candy and junk food available around that time… I wonder if he’s tried funnel cake.” || Eve cautiously extends her hand to him and shakes it. “Pleasure. Where is the real Lucifer then? Are you here as his proxy?” She says, gesturing to a small booth table for them to sit down comfortably. “I have heard whispers of Lucifer getting ready for another apocalypse. I was surprised since I’d also heard he’d gone soft.”

“And now you’re my prettiest boy!” I tease, pinching his cheeks. “But you are so so pretty! The prettiest!” I tell him, tossing the towel into the hamper when I’m done and walking back into the bedroom, getting dressed in an oversized t shirt and nothing else for the night.

||

“Funnel cake is yummy! Maybe we should make it our birthday cake!” She giggles, yawning a bit when she’s done putting away everything aside from the everyday stuff like Famine’s tv.

||

“It’s my apocalypse. It’s just easier to rally people under Lucifer’s name since people know him so well.” He tells her, tilting his head as he hears the muffled crying and whimpering of something from the other room. Even a small chirp every now and then. Whatever it is is probably the reason Eve looks like such a mess and is covered in that….blue stuff. “Luci…..has indeed gone soft. Which is why I’ve stepped in to help.”

[mammonshuman92]

- Watched - Pt.4

(Mammon x GN!MC)

** TW: swearing, kidnapping, religion, abuse, blood, death (if I missed any I do apologize!)

He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.”

-

Your heartbeat quickened, breathing becoming slightly erratic. Your eyes widened at the scene laid out before you, but you tried your best to hold your resolve. 

Whatever he plans to do, even if this is where your time on this Earth comes to an end, you didn’t plan to give him the satisfaction of conforming to his insane, backwoods ideologies. For your most beloved demons, and the love of your life, you were ready to fight until the bitter end.

After leaving the coffee shop, Mammon made his way back to your house to come up with a plan. As he rushed back, he got a brilliant idea and immediately made a phone call. 

Given their status and connections, he was sure that at least a few of his brothers would be able to dig up info on this Alex dude and the ATA, however he couldn’t risk any of them finding out what was going on, for fear it’d get back to Lucifer, so he had to be extremely careful.

“Ugh, what do you want, Mammon? I’m in the middle of a raid right now.”

Levi seemed like the least likely to get too curious and ask questions, especially since Mammon was the one asking. No way would Levi want to end up being part of one of his usual schemes. And since he rarely comes out of his room or socializes with others, Levi was definitely the best one for the job. 

“I need a favor.” Mammon could hear the slight clacking sound of Levi’s controller in the background.

“Nope. No way. Your “favors” always end badly; for everyone involved. Goodbye.” He declined immediately, wanting to hang up and get back to his raid.

“Wait, Levi! It’s real important!” The second born begged. Levi could hear the desperation; the emotion in his brothers voice. His interest was piqued now, along with an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

“What is it?” He asked with a sigh, casting his controller aside.

“I need ya to dig into a group called the ATA.”

“ATA?”

“Yeah, it’s the “Anti Treaty Association”, they’re in the human world. And see if ya can find anythin’ on a guy named Alex who might be associated with ‘em.”

“Anti Treaty..? As in the peace treaty? Mammon, what did you-”

“I’ll explain everythin’ later, okay? Just.. please, Levi? I need ya to look into it.” The level of sheer desperation in Mammon’s voice was concerning, but he didn’t push the issue.

“Okay, okay. Hang on..” 

The sound of Levi’s fingers rapidly clicking across his keyboard flooded Mammon’s ears for the next few minutes.

“Okay, so the group was founded not long after the Devildom exchange program was formally announced. They started small but grew in number quickly; looks like mostly religious extremists. They hold protests at any event involving relations between our world and the human world. Let’s see..” Levi  went quiet for a few seconds as he scanned his monitor.

“It looks like some of the members have a clean record, aside from a couple parking tickets, but there are a few bad apples. Most of the charges consist of harassment, disorderly conduct and destruction of property, all of the incidents taking place at protests. All of them were first time offenders, and have stayed out of trouble since then.”

“Anythin’ about an Alex?”

“Hmm, nope. Do you have a last name maybe? Or literally any other info? I can’t do much with just a first name, especially a common one.”

“Umm, he drives a really old car and he works at a take out place as a delivery driver.” Mammon proceeded to give him the name of the restaurant.

Levi began tapping away on his keyboard again, scanning all the social medias and websites associated with the group and the take out place, looking for anything related to the clues Mammon gave him. Without much to go on, he wasn’t very hopeful and began to lose courage, then he finally got something.

“I got a hit on a few social media accounts related to the ATA. I was able to find some pictures with a crappy older model car in them that were taken at some of their protests a few months back, one of the pictures had a shot of the license plate. After doing a quick search of public record, the car came back as registered to a John A. Smith, who actually died a few years back..” 

Mammon sighed, feeling dejected. That information was all he had, and it may not have even been enough to be helpful.

“Wait..” Levi suddenly said, pulling Mammon from his thoughts.

“His obituary says he had one child; a son named John Smith Jr. I can’t find him on social media under that name, but if we assume the middle initial “A” stands for say, Alexander, then I may have something. I found an Alex Smith, and it’s honestly gotta be him. He’s a member of the official ATA group page, and several others like it. His profile picture has a crappy looking car in it, granted it’s mostly cropped out, but it looks a lot like the one I ran the license plate number on. I’m confident that this is your guy.”

Mammon felt like he could breathe a little easier. Another piece of the puzzle had, hopefully, come together.

“Where do I find him?”

“Not sure. His last location was near the middle of nowhere, but it hasn’t pinged anything for quite some time. I’ll send you the coordinates.”

“Thanks, Levi. I owe ya big time.”

“Yeah. Uh, Mammon? I know you said you’d tell me later, but is everything alright? You’ve never asked me to do something like this before. It kinda feels like you’re looking for someone..”

He waited for his brother to stutter out some kind of excuse to explain it away like he always did when he got himself into some kind of trouble, but he didn’t. Which only made more red flags pop up for Levi.

“If anyone asks, especially Lucifer, this never happened and ya haven’t heard from me, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay, Mammon..”

He didn’t like the feeling he had, the gut instinct and the hair that stood up on the back of his neck that told him something was seriously wrong.

After he hung up with his brother, he decided to dig a little deeper. He traced Mammon’s phone and found him at a location nearby the restaurant he’d had him research. His awful, suspicious feeling was confirmed when his brother’s location came back as one in the human world. A little extra digging of public land records and it pinged as your house. His heart sank as he thought about the urgency and desperation in his brother’s voice. 

He traced your phone, but it just showed the same location as Mammon. But, if you were there, why would he be so frantic? His stomach churned when he realized that there were only a few things that would cause Mammon such distress, and seeing as how he was apparently in the human world, at your house, desperate to find some random dude, it couldn’t be good. Whatever was going on definitely involved you. That thought alone made him sick to his stomach.

“I hope I’m wrong. Please be okay, MC.”

-

*bzzz* *bzzz*

Mammon opened the new text message from Levi, which contained the coordinates to Alex’s last known location.

“MC has gotta be somewhere near this location. If not, maybe I’ll be able to pick up their trail.” 

He was pacing around the living room, going over possible plans for his next move. Thankfully it would be dark soon and there was also a pretty big storm rolling in, which would provide the perfect cover for him to scout from the skies. Heavy wind and rain would make it nearly impossible to pick up your scent though.

He went into your bedroom to retrieve something of yours that would be heavy with your scent, like your favorite jacket or maybe a pillowcase. As he looked around the room, he spotted a strip of pictures shoved in the frame of the mirror on your dresser. A warm smile spread across his face.

It was of the two of you, not too long after you’d officially started dating. He remembered that particular day very well. You’d decided to walk the cobblestone streets of the Devildom, much like you often did together, but this was different. There wasn’t anymore of that “trying to pretend neither one of you had feelings for the other” junk. It was just..real. You were actually his. He reminisced about how warm your hand felt in his, the way his stomach erupted in butterflies when you looked at him with pure excitement after you’d stumbled upon the photo booth. The way you threw yourself at him, locking your lips onto his for the last picture; the shade of red your cheeks turned when you pulled apart.

That day was one of his favorite memories of you. You were so happy and full of life; looking at him with such excitement and love.

The haunting reality came creeping back in on him, sending his beautiful trip down memory lane, spiraling into despair. There he stood, alone in your bedroom, while you were gone. Taken, by some psychopath. His whole world, snatched right from underneath him as he sat down the hall.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. How could he? He should’ve been there. He shouldn’t have let you answer the door. He should’ve done something, anything. 

“I knew somethin’ didn’t feel right, and I should’ve listened to what my gut was tryin’ to tell me. This is all my fault..” He ran his finger over the pictures on the mirror, letting a few tears escape before aggressively wiping them away. 

“I will find ya, MC. And I promise that I’ll make ya safe again, I swear it.”

He felt a sudden vibration in the floor followed quickly by a deep rumble from outside.

The storm’s comin’. It’s time to move.

He grabbed the shirt you had worn the day before from the hamper and quickly smelled it to make sure your scent was strong enough. From the way it made his heart twist in agony, he was sure it would do just fine.

He shifted into demon form and headed straight for the door. With the approaching storm, it was dark enough now that he could fly and remain unseen. Since he was by himself and up against the unknown, having the element of surprise would come in handy.

“When I find that piece of shit, he’ll understand why I hold the rank of the second strongest of the Avatars.” He growled into the dark of the night as he stepped out onto the front porch.

With that, he shot up into the night sky, stealthy and silent.

-

“Extensive purification? Is that what the body bag is for?” You asked audaciously.

Naturally, you were scared. This mad man kidnapped you at your own damn house in broad daylight and drug you to what you could only assume was the middle of nowhere to tie you up and torture you. So yeah, you were pretty fucking wigged out to say the least.

But, did that mean you would back down? Let him know you were scared so he had the extra control over you? Make him feel like he was winning?

Absolutely not. You’d never give him the satisfaction. On the inside you were shaking, writhing in terror; begging for Mammon to come and save you. But on the outside? You were taking none of his shit, and playing zero games. If you were going to die here, you planned on going out as uncooperative as you could. Fuck him.

“Hopefully it won’t come to that.” He turned around to face you from where he’d been at his make shift work table, with the taser in his hand. He closed the gap between you, keeping his eyes locked on yours, and leaned down until he was just inches from your face. “The night is still young though.”

“Then why not just kill me now? Get it over with.”

“I want to cleanse you; save your soul.” He said, as if you were crazy for not grasping that concept.

“But why? Why are you so worried about my soul? You prodded.

“Because you have chosen to lay with demons and abandon your humanity.”

“And? Who I choose to love and spend time with isn’t yours, or anyone else’s business.” You snapped back.

“You see, that’s where you’re wrong. Your part in all this; the exchange program, being close with a bunch of high ranking demons; you as a human are committing the highest level of treason by aiding in the progression of uniting the realms. You are opening the door for corruption, chaos and sin to pollute our world.”

You laughed lightly in disbelief.

“When has our world ever been free of any of those things? Do you honestly think the Celestial Realm would be part of the treaty if He wasn’t on board with it? Stop blaming others because you’re close minded. Your blatant hatred for others is your fault, your sin. No one else’s.”

His face turned red and his expression changed into one of anger at the mention of Him. He stormed off toward the work table.

“And by the way, none of this-” You wiggled your fingers around as best as you could in an attempt to gesture around you, “is free of sin. Pretty sure He would frown upon this. Maybe even more so than my relationship with his sons.” You couldn’t help but smirk at your own jab.

He turned back to face you, bible in hand and quickly walked back to where you were hanging, and knelt down into your face again.

“It’s time to begin.” He said with sick, sadistic smile on his face; ignoring what you’d said.

With one quick movement, he lifted you off the giant hook your hand restraints hung from; letting go of you when you were a few feet from the ground, slightly knocking the wind out of you. Although you were being a little mouthy, you still felt pretty weak from being trapped inside that trunk. Not to mention that your shoulders were killing you from being suspended for so long.

He pulled you across the concrete floor by the hand restraint, stopping once he reached the stock tank. He opened up his bible and laid it on a little table near the side of the tank. He picked you up easily and climbed into the water. Even with as hot as it is, the water was frigid. It was only about four feet deep, but being restrained and unable to move freely, you would easily drown if Alex didn’t keep hold of you.

He stood at your side, facing you with his hands firmly grasping your arms right below your shoulders. He started reciting scripture from memory, glancing back at the open bible a few times for reference. He began to repeatedly dunk your head below the surface of the icy water. He recited the same passages over and over again, making it easier for you to figure out when to hold your breath. Although, a few times he seemed to hold you under a little too long, leaving you gasping for air when you returned to the surface.

When the never-ending baptizing finally did come to an end, he plucked from the water and returned you back to where you had been suspended. You were shivering uncontrollably and your head was pounding. No doubt from lack of oxygen after having to hold your breath, then gasp for air more times than you could possibly count. The added weight of your dripping wet clothes added to the searing pain in your shoulders.

He went over to the work table and grabbed the big jar of water you’d seen earlier. He dipped his fingers in it and flicked it at you whole reciting scripture. You assumed that it was holy water.

As you listened to him drone on and on, you found it hard to stay conscious. You haven’t really felt right since getting out of that scorching trunk; you most likely had heat exhaustion.

“Does being saved from eternal damnation bore you?”

“No, just you.” You replied weakly, looking up at him and trying to muster a smirk.

“Is that so?” He challenged.

He abruptly turned around and went back to the work table, returning a moment later sporting the thick work gloves you’d seen earlier, carrying the taser in his hand.

“Then I suppose we need to take it up a notch.”

-

Mammon went straight to the coordinates Levi sent him, but found nothing except dirt roads and cow pastures. Even from an aerial point of view there wasn’t much to see. After circling the area several times, he landed atop a tree in a densely wooded area. Although it was pretty dark out here in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization, he still couldn’t risk being seen as Alex could be watching; waiting for him to come for you.

“Where are ya, MC?” He quietly asked aloud, eyes continuing to scan the darkness that enveloped his surroundings.

With every passing minute his heart grew heavier, his chest tighter. It felt as if he couldn’t breathe properly. As cliche as it sounded, you were his literal heart; his entire world. 

Before you came to the Devildom, he thought he had it all figured out. Stealing and gambling, partying every night, spending money like there was no tomorrow, making shady deals with witches. He was living what he considered the luxurious life of a high roller and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Then you came along, and he was forced to be your guardian or sorts and look after you. It was such a pain. You made it harder for him to give Lucifer the slip so he could go on gambling binges and live up to his title. But, being the weak, magic-less human you were, you needed constant protection.

It didn’t take long before being your protector became something more than what he was ordered to do. He needed to be the one to watch over you, the poor helpless human. His human. As soon as he got a taste of what it felt like to be around you, he couldn’t get enough. He was hooked. 

Your smile and the sound of your laughter, the face you make when you’re concentrating or how you pooch your lips out when you’re getting irritated. The never ending kindness you showed him, especially when he was less than friendly at first. Even during those early days, just simply being near you brought him a sense of peace and warmth. The energy you radiated was intoxicating. Before he realized what was happening, he was a lost cause; completely wrapped around your finger.

If someone were to have told him he’d end up completely smitten with a human, he would’ve called them crazy. The Great Mammon would never waste his precious time on something that didn’t involve Grimm and how to obtain and/or spend it, much less a human. Smitten is precisely what he was though, to say the least. Not that it bothered him in the slightest.

He’s been around for thousands of years, and never once has his heart beat the way it does now. He’d always known love because of his siblings, and even the great loss of a loved one when Lilith died. While he would move mountains and do anything for his family, and even lay his life down for them, the way he felt about you was completely different. He would do all those things for you as well, and so much more. You knew him on a different level, a way no one else ever had in all his existence. 

Relationships were never really his thing. Sure, he’d had plenty of flings, but most of them only cared about what they could get out of being with the Avatar of Greed, not that it really bothered him. He pretty much only got involved with people when the bitter loneliness became too much to bear. Love isn’t typically something that happens for demons, not that he was looking for it anyway. But, sometimes it was nice to have someone to hold, to feel the warmth of another. Even if he didn’t remember their name. Not that they, or he for that matter, really cared.

Which is why he was so perplexed by the feelings you stirred up inside him. He was one of the strongest rulers of the underworld, who could probably have any succubus he wanted, so why was he becoming increasingly enthralled by you? A completely ordinary human. Or so he thought, anyway. No ordinary human would’ve been able to knock him off his feet the way you had. You were special. You made him feel.

You were kind, warm, headstrong and funny. You’d even put your own life in danger to save those who were much stronger than you, like that time with Beel and Luke in the underground tomb; not because you thought you would win the fight, but because it was the right thing to do. He’d never witnessed such bravery, such selflessness in a human. Especially not when it came to protecting a demon, someone who would be deemed unworthy of such an act simply because of what he was. This once weak, irrelevant human, was now one of the people he respected most. You’re undying love and kindness for others was one of the infinite things that made him fall for you.

He clutched your shirt tightly in his hand, bringing it up to his face and burying his nose into the fabric. He breathed in your scent, filling his lungs as much as he could. He needed to keep the smell fresh in his mind, in hopes of picking up your trail. Tears began to prick his eyes. All the memories of you were nearly too much to handle. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t.

He had no idea what this freak had planned, but he knew it couldn’t be good. The clock was ticking. The more time that passed, the harder it would be to find you. He looked out into the night again, hoping to see anything that might point him in your direction, but there was nothing. The only sounds came from the cows in all the pastures around the area, and a very faint humming noise off in the distance. He couldn’t see any signs of the car or any other clues, but he refused to give up.

“Alright, MC. C’mon, talk to me. Where are ya?” He said, getting ready to take to the skies once more to scan the area. Then it hit him, sending a shiver down his spine. He whipped his head to the right, and breathed in deeply.

MC!!

He took another long breath in, to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. It was definitely your scent. It was very faint, and muddled with something else, iron maybe? But there was no doubt it was yours. Like a shot, he flew in the direction your scent was coming from. The incoming storm was making it hard to stay on the trail, but he was not going to lose it now. He was almost there. Almost to you. There’s no way he was backing down.

A minute or so later he could see the faint glow of a light in the distance. It looked like it was coming from a barn or something. Your scent was getting stronger and stronger as he closed in on the building.

That’s gotta be it!

He landed on top of the building with a thud; coming in a little faster than he intended thanks to the increasing intensity of the storm. He paused a moment, waiting to see if his brilliant entrance had caused any kind of movement. When he didn’t hear anything, he moved to the edge of the roof to have a look around. There was a lot of overgrowth around most of the building, and some spots in the roof seemed to give a little. If he wasn’t careful he might end up crashing through the ceiling. It wasn’t a barn, but more like a warehouse or something.

He walked the perimeter of the roof, looking over the side for any kind of clues. There was nothing out front, and the sides of the building were all overgrown with vines and other greenery. He peaked over the side of the roof near the back of the building and tensed. He could see the car that matched the description of Alex’s, hidden underneath loose foliage in what looked like a poor attempt to conceal it. 

I knew it He thought, his heart beginning to race.

He remembered seeing an industrial ventilation fan on the side of the building before he landed, and quietly rushed over to it, crouching down slightly on the maintenance access platform. 

By now, the storm was raging full force. The rain was coming down in sheets, the thunder booming as lightning lit up the night sky. The fan was pretty rusted but thanks to the thunder, he was able to crack open the slats slightly without being heard. The sight he was met with made his blood boil, prompting him to let out a guttural animalistic growl that rumbled deep in his chest. The iron smell mixed with your scent he’d smelled earlier, was blood. 

Anger like he’d never felt before burned deep inside his very being worse than the raging storm around him, truly making his demon side come out. He never had any intentions of letting this psycho walk away from this, but now it was going to be a lot less humane. The witch’s words came rushing back to him.

‘Bring me the heart of a mammal, not of our world, that thrives on malice and sadism. If you cannot fulfill your end of the deal, I will place a curse on you until the ends of eternity that will make everything of value you come in contact with turn to ash.’

Mammon smiled viciously. Looks like he’d be able to fulfill his end of the bargain with the witch after all.

-

The “cleansing” quickly shifted from that of something considered somewhat normal, to something very far from it. Nothing about it could be considered holy anymore.

“Are you going to denounce your demonic pacts and sinful ways and conform?”

You lifted your head weakly to glare at him, “Never.” You snarled between staggered breaths. His face twisted in anger.

Blow after blow landed on your weak, fragile body. You spit out yet another mouthful of blood, the wet sounds echoing in the large room as it splattered onto the floor. Needless to say, you were in pretty bad shape.

Blood ran down your face from a laceration on your brow bone. Your lip was busted pretty bad and you had at least a few cuts inside your mouth from your teeth puncturing the skin on your cheeks and lips. You assumed you had some ribs that were at least cracked seeing as it had become pretty painful to breathe. All the spots he tased you in burned like fire, no doubt blistering up badly. He’d held it in the same spot for so long that you could smell your own hair and flesh burning.

There wasn’t much you could do in the way of fighting back, but you sure tried like hell in the beginning. But now you were way too weak, barely even able to scream out in pain. You’d already come to terms with the fact that you probably wouldn’t make it out of here. The reality of never seeing Mammon again swarmed you, tearing away the last bit of resolve you had left. You forced yourself to remember all the time you’d spent with him, making sure he was the only thing you thought of as you began to slowly depart from this world.

You would forever be grateful for the time you had with him and all the amazing memories you were able to make. Movie nights, staying up too late talking and laughing, trying and failing to hide from Lucifer after pranking him.

The way his too big of a hand completely engulfed yours, the way he looked at you when you were both all dressed up for some fancy party at the Demon Lord’s castle and how much he tried to hide his face so you couldn’t see his blush while he held you close on the dance floor.

Sneaking into each other’s beds when one of you had a nightmare, the way his body felt against yours when he cuddled you; his warmth and smell. The way he tried to hide his enormous smile and pink cheeks when you’d gush like a groupie over his newest spread in a magazine.

The time he was a flustered, stuttering mess for three entire days in the beginning of your relationship, unable to hear your name or see you without turning various shades of red because every time he did, flashbacks of loving you for the first time just days before came rushing back to him.

Those intimate moments were your favorite, for more reasons than the obvious. You got to see him in a different light. He was still his usual goofy, lighthearted, prankster self, but he was so much more than that too. He was so sweet it could make your teeth rot. He was gentle, slow. You could feel the love leave him, his heart pouring over into yours. There were always stars in his eyes; pure adoration. Something you could never quite grasp; how someone who had seen the literal heavens could look at a normal human like you in such a way; with such breathtaking awe.

You always felt like you didn’t deserve to be loved by someone as amazing as Mammon, but you would always be eternally thankful. In such a short time he’d brought so much happiness and light to your life. As happy as those memories were, you wished more than anything that you’d get the chance to make more, but sadly it didn’t look that way.

As Alex was coming in to land another blow, a loud thump could be heard from above you; his fist stopped in the air a few feet from your face.

“What was that?” He questioned to himself quietly. He stayed silent for a moment as he listened for more noise, but there was nothing. “Must’ve been thunder.” He shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to you, pulling the taser from his pocket.

“It really is a shame that you refuse to comply.” He said as he jabbed it into your ribs, causing you to use what little fire was left in you to cry out in pain. “You really were a fine specimen, until you wasted yourself on demons.” Another jab of the taser, this time on your thigh.

You choked out a weak, raspy laugh. “And I’d do it again, a million times over you sadistic, psychotic freak.” You spat, voice breaking. He reared his hand back to hit you, but was interrupted by another loud noise, this time near the entrance. 

He turned toward the sound and decided to check it out this time, picking the knife up from the table on his way. He was only gone for a few minutes, but you were grateful for the break. As much as you didn’t want to give up, your body just couldn’t take much more.

He slithered back through the entrance, soaked from the down pouring rain and complaining about hearing things.

“If you didn’t have a guilty conscience, you wouldn’t be so paranoid.” You said between several pained breaths. Your voice was small and frail, but you still managed to lace some venom in your words. He snarled, storming toward you and sticking the knife under your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. You used what energy you had left to glare at him.

“It’s too bad really, that even in your darkest moments, your last moments, what’s-his-name wasn’t here to save you.” He snickered, tracing the knife from your chin to your jugular, applying just enough pressure along the way to coax out a small line of blood.

“That’d be The Great Mammon to you, human.”

Alex whipped around toward the entrance at the sudden voice, the color draining from his face as a look of sheer terror washed over him.

“M-Mammon?” You choked out, a massive lump forming in your throat. You looked around Alex, the most beautiful yet terrifying thing coming into your field of vision.

It really was him.

Seeing him in demon form was nothing new to you by now. However, the look on his face was something you’d definitely never seen before. It almost looked as if there was an aura around him; a definite shift in atmosphere at his presence. His natural sin was Greed, but right now he embodied Wrath. 

It was so easy for you to forget that he really was a demon, as you’d never seen him in such a state before. The sight of him now; raw, malevolent power seeping from him, the low guttural growl, emitting such a heavy, nightmarish presence. He was scary. Even to you.

“MC..” There was pain in his voice; his face distorting in agony when he looked at you.

He charged forward, only making it a few steps before Alex swooped in. He got behind you, reaching around and keeping the knife at your throat; Mammon froze.

“Not another step.” Alex warned. “I have no qualms with spilling the blood of a traitorous demon whore that turned their back on the human race.”

Mammon stared at him blankly for a moment, then burst into laughter. It wasn’t his normal, happy laugh. It was dark, and oozed ill intent. He turned his attention to you once more, his expression softening just enough to not utterly terrify you.

“MC, do you trust me?”

“Since my first day in the Devildom.” You smiled fragilely, noticing the way his mouth briefly tugged up at the corner when your words reached him. He locked his eyes on Alex once again, dark expression returning.

“Close your eyes. No matter what you hear, don’t open them.” He instructed as he slightly crouched, getting into an attack stance; you nodded in agreement, doing as he said.

You could hear Alex huff behind you. “I will slit their throat, or did you hear what I said you filthy, abomina-”

He was silenced mid sentence by a sudden impact that jostled you slightly where you hung. You could hear gasping breaths and Mammon’s same sadistic laughter as earlier, followed by several ear splitting cracks and tearing sounds as Alex screamed out in pain; wet, squelching noises and heavy thuds rang through the room as several things hit the floor. It went on like this for several minutes, until the screams finally ceased.

You pretty well knew just by the sounds, that you were finally free; that psycho would never be able to hurt you again. 

Moments later, you were lifted off the large hook and being cradled gently in arms that you knew all too well. Mammon sank to the floor, his wings wrapping around you protectively, shielding you from the gore you didn’t need to see.

“MC..” He whispered, tears running down his cheeks as his eyes scanned over your frail, broken body.

As much as you wanted to savor the moment of finally being safe, once again in the arms of your demon, the reunion would have to wait. You had been through so much and your body couldn’t take any more. You began to fade in and out of consciousness, no longer able to hold on.

“MC..? MC! Stay with me! Please, please hold on just a little longer.” He begged, his voice cracking as he patted his hand against your cheek gently. You tired to put a hand on his cheek to soothe him, but your arm fell limp halfway to his face as you lost the fight to stay awake. You heard him yell your name a few times as you drifted, his voice fading away slowly.

-

What is that infernal noise?

You had suddenly become hyper aware of an out-of-the-ordinary noise somewhere close by. An alarm clock perhaps? No, it was more of a beeping sound than a shrill ringing.

You lazily opened your eyes, immediately regretting it and squinting them shut because of a blinding white light that was shining in your face. You blinked several times as you tried to adjust.

As you scanned the room slowly, it started to look as if you were in one of the rooms in the Demon Lord’s castle, but it appeared to be set up as a hospital room of sorts. The blinding light was coming from one of the big lights they use at the dentist office. You soon discovered that the beeping noise you’d been hearing was actually one of several monitors you were hooked up to. 

Everything started to fall into place and make sense, memories coming back of the events that brought you here. The monitor closest to you started to sound an alarm, indicating your heart rate had picked up and your blood pressure was rising. Seconds later the door flew open, a figure rushing into the room.

“MC.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Barbatos moved to your bedside and silenced the alarms, opting to check your vitals himself.

“How do you feel?” He asked, pressing his index and middle fingers to the underside of your wrist, checking your heart rate.

“Fine, I guess?”

“You guess?” He repeated, taking a small light from his pocket and shining it in your eyes, checking the dilation of your pupils.

If you remembered correctly, which you’re very sure you did, your injuries were extensive. There’s no way you could forget that level of pain. You felt tired, kind of groggy from sleep, but there was no pain.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“About three days.”

Three days?! You thought to yourself, a little shocked.

That’s still not nearly enough time for your wounds to heal. You must have looked as confused as you felt, prompting and explanation from Barbatos.

“Your injuries were rather extensive, so Mammon brought you here after rescuing you. Lord Diavolo had the best doctors in the Devildom tend to you with magic. Although they healed you perfectly, you weren’t showing any signs of waking up just yet, so we decided to keep you here to monitor your condition.” You nodded along in understanding as he spoke.

He placed the light back in his pocket and moved away from the bed. “I shall notify Lord Diavolo and the others that you have awakened. Please excuse me.” He said as he bowed, then left the room.

You sat up in the bed and criss crossed your legs, careful not pull out your IV or tangle any of the wires to the other monitors. You let out a long, heavy sigh. Before you could be consumed by your thoughts of all the memories of the last few days, the door to your room flung open once more. This time, it was the one person you wanted to see most.

“MC!” He shouted, voice cracking with emotion. Mammon crossed the room in an instant and sat in front of you on the bed.

“Are you okay? Do ya feel any pain?” He asked frantically, his eyes scanning your face then darting to the monitors, hands hovering over you as if he wanted to help but was unsure how. You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers in his. It seemed to calm him a little.

“I’m okay.” You assured him. Although you’d been put through the wringer, you felt so at peace. Not only were you in the safest place in the entire Devildom, but the one thing that threatened your peace of mind, was now no longer a problem.

“I-I uh, I was scared.. that I was too late. That ya weren’t gonna wake up, that I’d...that I’d lost ya..” He confessed, voice catching in his throat as tears fell from his eyes. He carefully scooped you up and held you in his lap, holding you as close as he was able to with all the wires and such. You sat up a little and snaked your arms around his neck, pressing your lips firmly to his.

While you were held captive, you had been so sure that you’d never get a moment like this with Mammon ever again. You were happy beyond words to be back in his embrace once again with his lips on yours. Smelling his wonderful scent, and feeling his warmth on your skin.

After a few minutes of your lips moving in synchronization, he broke the kiss, and pulled back to look you in the eye. A serious expression washing over his face. “MC, I’m sorry I didn’t-”

You held up your hand to stop him, “No, Mammon. You’re not going to blame yourself. I won’t let you. Everything that happened was his fault, not yours or anyone else’s. He was sick in the head, with a twisted ideology.”

He nodded, “I know, I know. It’s just..” He shook his head as he tried to choke back more tears that threatened to spill. You knew exactly what was running through his mind.

“Mammon, there is no one else in the three realms I’d rather trust with my protection, than you. As a matter of fact, there’s no else that can even compare to you in my eyes. As I already said, none of this, none of it, is your fault and I’ve never once thought it was. I love you, Mammon and there’s no one else I’d rather entrust my life with, or spend it with for that matter.” You placed your hand on his cheek and smiled at him, tears now streaking your cheeks. He leaned into your touch, his hand resting lightly on top of yours for a moment before pulling your hand away and placing several light kisses on your palm. 

Barbatos returned soon after, with a doctor in tow. Once they unhooked you from all the monitors and removed your IV, Mammon took you back to the House of Lamentation where everyone was awaiting your return.

It felt so good to be back. The HOL was technically your second home, but nowhere has ever felt more like home than here in the Devildom, surrounded by all your favorite people. And thanks to Lord Diavolo extending your stay until further notice, you were on cloud nine.

Although all your physical wounds were gone, the mental ones were sure to stick around for awhile. You expected as much though, having gone though quite a traumatic experience. Although, it made it a little easier knowing that Alex would never again be an issue.

It was clear that his soul wouldn’t be fit for the Celestial Realm, and you had fears of him being reincarnated in the Devildom and finding you once again. But, Mammon quickly laid those fears to rest, informing you of what he’d done that night after getting you safely to the Demon Lord’s castle.

He said he preformed some kind of ritual that ensured Alex wouldn’t be reincarnated anywhere; his soul having been wiped from the worlds. As if he’d never existed. He also mentioned something about Alex helping him to fulfill his end of a bargain with a witch. He didn’t really go into detail about the whole thing, but assured you that everything would be fine, so you didn’t push the issue. He’s a high ranking demon, after all. This surely isn’t his first rodeo. You were just ready to start the healing process and put an end to this awful chapter in life.

And with Mammon by your side; loving you, protecting you, helping you heal; you couldn’t think of a better way to begin such a beautiful new chapter.

~ fin ~

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

Hi there! I wanted to ask but didn't remember if the requests were open. So when I get home from the market i take off my clothes and put then in the laundry basket, i wanted a MC who does the same and just walks around almost naked until she puts alcohol in everything or clean it with soap (you can choose if is poly or not)

Hooooo boy.

My paranoid ass would never be able to do this. Plus my rabbits kinda stare and that's really rude tbh.

Also, this is like established poly!. So everyone is a lot more comfortable with each other. It probably isnt that great but oh well.

Lucifer

In the beginning he's taken back by your habit.

He doesn't really know whether he should respond to this or not? And if so, he doesn't know how to address it in a delicate manner. Lucifer will be extremely blunt.

"Can you explain why you feel the need to walk around the house in your underwear everyday after school?"

He might be kind enough to ask this in his office, but being in the relationship you're in, he'll most likely address it at the dining table during dinner.

The conversation can go two ways.

If you explain it's a habit, that you do it at home and find it more comfortable leaving your "day" clothes in the hamper before you grab some clean clothes, he won't prod you too much after that.

If you don't answer, then everyone at the table is going to overwhelm you with questions.

They're naturally curious as well, and whilst Asmo has undoubtedly brought it up and Levi probably ran away from your state of undress, they've most likely never gotten a straight answer.

But, in the end, all that really comes out of this is the fact that Lucifer puts up a robe near your most frequent entry point and in the laundry room just in case someone's visiting.

Mammon

Double-take.

Triple-take even.

He can't believe what he's seeing.

And he can't believe you're doing it in front of everyone!

Runs over to you and tries to block you with his body, all while shouting "Get your eyes of (MC)!" Or something similar.

To which Asmo will reply with something undoubtedly snarky about how he'd seen it all before, without the undergarments.

(Even if you've never had sex, Asmo is probably going to do one of those spa days.)

Cue Mammon throwing you over his shoulder and running upstairs.

He suffers from caveman brain. Please forgive him.

Seriously, the man is just a frantic thinker. Dumbass to a T but he doesn't mean anything by it.

Leviathan.

Uh??? What.

Why?

Hides his eyes.

He doesn't know how to read the room most of the time, often getting himself trapped in a mess of mumbles and miniature freakouts. Seeing you in this state does not improve his social skills at all.

Might get super pitchy?

If you're alone he handles it like you'd expect, just brushing it off and shooing you into your room (or his, which ever is closest) before throwing some clothes at you. He'll be a bit red in the face.

Around his brothers though, he's a completely different demon.

He's always a little shy and a bit envious at first, but a part of him feels more confident in a group setting. (Specifically with his brothers).

Levi is surprisingly tied with Asmodeus when it comes to quick innuendos. Maybe it's the internet, or maybe he's just a lot freakier then originally thought.

Satan

He just sits back and watches, maybe making a comment about your cute butt.

Doesn't really make a fuss unless everyone else is around.

Then it's him and Asmo attempting to make you blush.

(A great example is when Mammon starts attempting to cover you, Satan is always quick to mention how it's not that big of a deal, and that he doesn't mind at all.)

If Lucifer hasn't already done it, he'll hang a robe for you. Might even set up a little drawer full of spare clothes just in case someone is around (He assumes you'll prefer being dressed, rather then walking around in a glorified snuggy.)

Is a little smug when he sees you wearing clothes from the drawer.

(Satan likes providing, even in minor ways.)

Asmodeus

He's very quick to join you, making it a part of his schedule yo strip down at the door.

This gets on almost everyone's nerves.

Especially because Asmo isn't just doing what you're doing. He's flaunting his body, and making a show out of being unclothed.

Throw a robe on him.

If you don't, his brothers will probably toss blankets and heavy coverings on top of him.

(It will be like that video when that chick tossed a weighted blanket over her head, and she fell into her closet door. Except, a lot less elegant with a lot more screaming)

Honestly you're going to have to hang a robe for him lmao.

Beelzebub

He kinda reacts a lot like Satan in the way that he's pretty unbothered by your habit.

Probably just acts like normal, walking over to you and hugging you in greeting.

Might even just drag you into the living room, wrap you up in a blanket for warmth, and cuddle you until you start getting restless.

It isn't uncommon for one of the others to join in, sandwiching you between themselves and Beel.

Fairly innocent.

(But not always!)

Belphegor

He will offer you a blanket.

Not because you're exposed, but because you might be cold.

He'll throw a pillow at Mammon for doing his protective paranoia.

Might ask about your habit, but truthfully, I don't think he really minds.

(It's a nice view, afterall)

If you do insist on getting dressed, he'll almost always suggest something cozy so the two of you can cuddle.

[beef-brisket]

Adam watched as Lucifer pulled clothes out of his draw and went to the bathroom to change.

He instead looked out the window, at red sky. Adam could hear the rustling of clothes and the bathroom door opening.

Lucifer smiled at Adam and threw his towel in the hamper.

Adam: ...where's your crown?

Lucifer looked at him and raised his eyebrow.

Lucifer: crown?

Adam: You're a king, right? I... think kings have crowns... do you have one?

Lucifer: ...I do, but I don't want to scare you

Lucifer went and sat in front of Adam.

Adam: Scare me? You're not scary, Luci.

Lucifer: ...well... I guess I can show you. But you have to promise to stay calm, okay?

Adam quickly nodded. He braced himself and watched Lucifer intently.

Adam couldn't look away as Lucifer eyes went bright red. Horns sit through his skin. Between the tips of his horns was hellfire, and Adam's favorite part. Adams eyes were instantly drawn to the pure white snake that circled his horns.

Adam was in awe of Lucifer. He was terrifying in such a beautiful way. Adam found himself wishing he had horns like him.

But for some reason, this felt familiar. Like he's seen this before. Especially his eyes. He remembers red eyes staring down at him with so much hate.

Adam broke himself out of his thoughts and smiled at Lucifer.

Adam: w-whats your snake called?

Lucifer laughed. Of course, that's the question he asks.

Lucifer: it doesn't have a name... I've tried, but nothing fits

Adam: ...can I name her?

Lucifer: her? Go for it. Throw them at me

Lucifer changed back to normal, his snake slithered to his palm and reached its head out towards Adam, who smiled and held his hand out. The snake instantly slithered onto Adams's hand and curled itself around him.

Adam: ...Garyl.

Lucifer: Garyl? What does that mean?

Adam: it's Garry and Daryl. Garyl.

Lucifer laughed. That's actually kind of brilliant.

Lucifer: I love it!

Adam smiled. He's so glad he liked the name. It only took him a few seconds to think of.

The rest of their day was relaxing. They went down for dinner and Adam loved Alastors cooking, which annoyed Lucifer. Adam never left his side all night.

Hopping into bed, Adam curled himself around Lucifer. He was always so warm, and Adam loved it.

That night, Adam dreamt of those red eyes. He could feel the hatred from them. Like they were burning through his soul.

He felt like his face and chest were being torn open. He suddenly woke up and launched himself out of bed. He could barely breathe. Thankfully Lucifer was still asleep.

Hiya! I've come with that au I was talking about!

So, this takes place after the failed extermination. I'm not sure how long, but let's say 10 years. 🤷

(This is a memory loss thing, but they work on getting it back 😉)

So, for years, Charlie has heard rumors of a huge, lush forest appearing somewhere on the outskirts of the Pride Ring. It's nearly impossible for sinners to go there.

But Charlie is able to venture out, so she decides to take a look. A d what she finds is unlike anything she could have even imagined. It was like a forest from Earth had appeared. Everything was lush and thick and perfect.

She felt so at peace here but also uneasy. How did it get there? How long has it been there?

She tells her father about it, and he's also curious and decides to head out.

What he finds. Is Eden.

Not the same Edenz because how is that possible? But it's as gorgeous as Eden. He can't help but think of the memories from that time in his life. Meeting his wife, betraying Heaven, tainting humanity.

Adam.

He doesn't think about Adam for too long. He gets too mad. Stupid fucker wasted his life being angry and bitter instead of actually living it. Lucifer tried to save him from Heaven a long time ago. But that didn't go well.

Lucifer walked through the forest. Charlie was right. It was so lush.

In the distance, a large tree with purple flowers could be seen over the top of the rest of the trees. Lucifer instantly recognized it as a wisteria. It was a rare tree in Eden, but it was beautiful. The way its flowers hung down, the different shades of purple. Everything.

Lucifer flew to the tree, stopping on the shore of a small lake. The giant wisteria creates a kind of border around it.

But Lucifer was drawn to something else. A large statue sat in the middle of the lake. It was facing away from him. It was huge, at least 10-11" feet tall. It had what looked like long hair. And huge bat like wings that reached the sky, towering over everything, especially Lucifer.

Lucifer was so curious about this statue that he stepped into the lake and walked towards it. Surprisingly, what he thought was a lake was just a giant puddle. The water barely reached the top of his heels.

Purple petals and water plants littered the water. Everything about this was ethereal. Even the statue had purple flowers on it.

Getting closer to the statue, he walked in front of it. He couldn't see half of its face because of the hair and the way its arms were positioned. But Lucifer could see its eyes. They looked pained and distant.

He was completely captured by the beauty of the state. He had no idea it was possible to capture such beauty in stone.

Lucifer saw something sharp and golden sticking out of the ground in front of the statue. It shined so nicely in Hells sun.

Reaching down to touch it, Lucifer pulled his hand back as it burned him when he tapped it with his finger.

He watched as a lightning bolt of gold shot through the statue and out of its chest.

Lucifer watched it for a moment. Oops. He really didn't mean to break the statue.

But when nothing happened, Lucifer stood and decided to continue exploring. He's done enough damage to this place.

Lucifer stopped as he heard the statue crack and break. He didn't dare to look back until the sound stopped. Shit. He's really done it now.

Slowly turning, his eyes widened. Sitting and swaying in the large puddle was a man. His large, bat wings splayed out behind him. His brown hair flowed down his body into the water.

Lucifer watched the man for a moment. But his breath caught in his throat when the man's eyes landed on him. They were pure gold.

This guy looked like Adam, kinda. Lucifer never thought Adam was this good-looking, but then, he was bashing his face in. But in Eden, Adam was flawless, just like Lilith.

Man: where...?

Lucifer: You're in my Ring, bud. I've never seen this place before, but you're definitely in Pride. In Hell.

Man: Hell...? Never... heard of it

Fuck,he sounded like Adam.

Lucifer: Right... you were kind of a statue for a bit there... so uh- you have a name or anything?

The man stopped looking around, and let his eyes lock onto Lucifers.

Adam: ...Adam... I think

Lucifer stared.

Oh shit.

That's the good shit right there!!!

And feeling guilty Lucifer takes him in and tries to help him and finds his feelings along the way.

Love it!!

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Lucifer: A-Adam?

Adam: .... Yes, that feels right

Shit, what the fuck was this? He thought that Adam died fully when he got stabbed. But he became......... This.

Lucifer: Okay, do you know who I am?

Adam: ..... No.

Great. Just great he had no memory of-.......

Adam had no memory. Which means he doesn't hate Lucifer anymore. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise so that he could have him back....

Lucifer: Well Adam, my name is Lucifer. I'm the King of Hell, which means I rule over this land.

Adam nodded, he didn't see anything wrong with this guy. He was small but he oozed power and that was enough to keep him from trying anything stupid.