#we all know that beel is hung

[temis-de-leon]

Love potion and OM! Brothers - Part 2

Characters: Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Intro , Part 1 , Part 3

Masterlist

CW: fluff, a tiny little bit suggestive, Belphie's a brat (aren't we all surprised), brothers crushing hard and MC implied to be crushing hard too, pre-established relationship

A/N: Just like in other posts, I can't seem to be able to properly tag some of you :(

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Satan

How could he see the cat from his seat by the window, Satan didn’t know, but he would be crazy if he ever let go of the opportunity to pet one. The only thing he could think of before rushing out was grabbing you and some treats and hope the kitten was still there by the time you arrived.

He could feel his excitement buzzing in his chest when he knocked your door, but no sound came in return. He sent you a message, growing impatient and pacing in the hallway until he entered your room with determination.

“MC! Cat alert! I need help to sneak him in!”

Your smell was strong, but you didn’t seem to be in the room. Weird. However, it didn’t take him long to realize it was actually coming from the cauldron.

Satan got closer, temporarily forgetting about the cat while he studied the glittery liquid or, rather, holographic. He moved the spoon, humming when it reflected the warm light of the candles in a fluid motion. The smell was delicious, but it didn’t resemble any food he could think of. Actually, it reminded him of the Royal Library and the cat café you both visited after your study sessions.

Soft, shimmering, appealing.

A love potion? What were you doing, MC? Trying to enchant somebody?

He could tell you had left before finishing your project, otherwise, the essence would be stronger. Satan wondered if whatever you smelt reminded you of him in any sort of way. Maybe his cologne? Or the smell of treats and old books that plagued his room?

The brief thought of adding a strand of his hair crossed his mind, but he quickly erased it. He loved you and he wanted you to love him, yes, but he’d be damned if he forced those feelings. You taught him love and affection, allowing him to experience every word he’d ever read in his romance books and picturing you as the main character’s love interest.

Satan had no doubts. If you were to reciprocate his feelings, he’d prefer them to be real.

Asmo

“You won’t believe it, MC!”

He gained one thousand followers in Devilgram in just one night! Sneaking out and going to that party with Mammon was totally worth it! They both had to kneel before Lucifer for three whole hours and Mammon was hung upside down, that was true, but still, totally worth it!

Now, where were you? Your phone was charging on your bedside table and only half of the candles were lit, pictures of the family and various trinkets decorating the branches of the tree. He could see all the skincare products he’d ever recommend and bought for you on the table, but he frowned when he hold a bottle in his hand and felt it was almost empty.

Why didn’t you tell him? You could use the opportunity to go on a shopping spree with him! But… ooh, what were you making? It looked like the face oil you just finished! Silky, golden and glittery, almost odourless if not for the faint smell of your lip balm and flowers; roses, like the ones in his room.

Were you trying to replicate the product? He could understand why, it was a little expensive after all, but it wouldn’t achieve the same results as the original. Natural ingredients had some limits, after all. But hey, it could be fun! You had some great ideas, MC; although it was a pity you didn’t want to share them with him.

Or, maybe, you wanted to surprise him! A fuzzy feeling covered his heart at the thought, like bubbles in a sugary drink, and he had the sudden need of sitting down next to the cauldron with mixed words stuck in his throat. The oil changed its appearance from that perspective, the golden colour turning hot pink with red swirls.

Asmodeus stared in amazement, wondering what type of ingredients you used to create such a hypnotizing concoction. Could you share the recipe with him? It would be your little secret! He already had some ideas for the next one, like a soft baby pink or a shimmery white that looked and smelled like frosting.

Or, perhaps, if you were keen on the idea, you could come together to create a new smell that would only belong to you. Something that he’d never share with anyone else and could never be duplicated.

Like all the love he felt for you.

Beel

Forgive him, MC.

It smelt too good.

Like cheeseburgers with fries and pizza with sodas and raw cookie dough with marshmallows and ice cream and chips of every flavour… Everything he had ever eaten with you, especially during that movie marathon weekend.

It had been a consolation price for losing his last Fangol game, something that hardly happened and left him with a sour taste in his mouth, broody and frustrated, so not like him. He’d been hungrier than ever then and, if not for Lucifer and Lord Diavolo, he would’ve eaten half of the coliseum. Thankfully, you had a whole stack of food ready to be taken in the kitchen.

Beel knew you probably bought it all thinking he would win the game, but, hey, food is food. He’d never think of complaining, especially when it came from you.

He didn’t remember what you watched and he already apologized for it a couple of times, but he wasn’t really bothered about it. After all, he’d spent the whole weekend cuddling you, crossing the wobbly line of friendship you’d both established long ago, and eating everything you had for him. Only when the week began again he realized he hadn’t been left entirely satisfied and he deeply hoped you felt the same.

Should he had kiss you? Distract you from the movie and confess under the blankets, smelling you amongst the sugary and savoury food?  

He wasn’t sure at the time, but Belphie’s teasing was encouragement enough for him to leave his bedroom and rush to yours.

But you weren’t there.

And the cauldron smelt so good.

Beel didn’t even have time to check what it was before drinking it all at full speed as if it was a bottle of water after practice. The smell remained only for a couple of seconds, but he didn’t feel any different, maybe a little bit warmer than before.

Whatever.

Where were you, MC? He had something to tell you.

Belphie

He was dreaming of the beach, waves crashing against the sand and warm wind tanning his skin, but you weren’t there. He looked around for a while, finding no one, so, although very reluctantly, he forced himself to wake up.

The attic was empty and without the seawater’s coolness the high temperature in the room left him sticky, tangled in his sheets and uncomfortable. He searched for his DDD, toying with the idea of sending you a message in hopes of sleeping in your room, but he didn’t know how long it would take you to respond, so, grabbing his pillow and his blanket, he got up and went down the stairs.

He hadn’t seen you since last night and you didn’t share any classes that day, hence him not going to RAD despite Lucifer’s complaints. Then, dinner had been hectic with everyone trying to get your attention, so, overall, Belphie didn’t really spend any time with you that day and he missed you too much to sleep properly.

Yes, he blamed you.

And yes, it was a reason good enough to enter your room without knocking.

Disappointingly, just like in his dream, you weren’t there, although it smelt so much like you: your human essence, your body products and your detergent, which he’d stolen multiple times to clean his bed sheets.

Did you do laundry recently? Why didn’t you say anything? Or were you in the shower? In that case, don’t worry MC, he could wait, just not for long; after all, your bed was too comfortable and your room was especially homey that night. He expected you to be already at the beach by the time he got there.

Naked, clothed, in your swimwear, he didn’t care. Belphie just wanted you there with him. Hopefully, forever.

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[lemon-glaze]

a year

⊹₊ obey me! satan x gn! reader︱one shot ⊹₊ tags⟢ sfw, fluff, nightbringer era, ~700 words ⊹₊ notes⟢ satan finds you working on your scrapbook.

"What are you up to?"

Satan curiously glanced at the mess of brightly colored, multi-patterned paper scattered across the table in your room. Neon markers and various sheets of stickers, tape, and photographs surrounded you as you held a gluestick ready to glue your next paper victim ; he had only come to drop off a book he borrowed.

“Hm? Oh! It's the end of the month again, so I’m continuing the work on my scrapbook. Although, it looks like it's the last few pages for this year. Wanna take a look!?” With glitter and tape covered fingers, you waved him over to the seat next to you.

He hesitated for a moment but accepted the invitation and sat down, placing the borrowed book on the table.

“I only came by to return the book I borrowed, it was a…surprisingly wonderful read. I was not expecting such an ending but I did find it fitting.”

“Thanks, I knew you’d like it! But we can discuss it later, look at this!” You closed the scrapbook and held it up to him so he could read the front, A Year In The Devildom.

“So you've been working on that all year?”

“Yep! I start a new scrapbook every year. As much as I love living in the moment,” Satan watched as you delicately touch the cover, “I do appreciate capturing those moments and putting them somewhere special. It's therapeutic for me, I love reminiscing the good times. And this year is extra special…being in the Devildom has been life changing.”

You hug the book to your chest and then plop it down onto the table, flipping to the first page. A photo of a disastrous dinner gone wrong featuring all of the brothers fighting while you took a selfie among the chaos.

“I took that the first week I was here. I didn't know it'd be a reoccurring thing!” You laughed to yourself and continued flipping through the book.

All the pages were filled from top to bottom with vibrant colors, small drawings and stickers, and almost too many photos of the brothers, RAD, and the other exchange students. Little moments like Belphie snoozing at the table and Beel eating off his plate. Mammon getting tied up and hung as punishment. Satan smiling while petting a stray —

“When did you take that one!?” He asked in disbelief, embarrassed to have been caught at such a moment.

“Oh um…I was out with Simeon and Luke on an errand, you were having so much fun and I couldn't resist snapping a photo. Especially since you were so moody back then…” You trailed off and sheepishly looked away.

Satan furrowed his brows, “What do you mean?”

You quickly turned your head back towards him, “Well, when I first came here, you hated everyone and everything.”

You flipped to the next page, “You've changed a lot in the last year you know. Look.”

Satan watched as you continued to flip through the pages; many of the earlier photos showing either a scowl or bored look on his face. He never realized how he kept his distance from everyone in the photos, but as you kept turning the pages more and more towards the end of the book, he became more in focus, closer to everyone. Previous scowls turned to smiles and laughter. Especially in the ones that included you.

“Do you see it now?”

“Yeah.”

It was only until now that he realized how much you've changed him and he couldn't believe it took a scrapbook to see it. Or maybe he always knew deep down, he just couldn't face the fact that you changed him in such a short amount of time.

You flipped to the next page, half-finished.

“I was actually working on this page before you came in, do you want to help me?” You reach beside you and flip a photo over. A candid photo taken by Asmo, of you and Satan walking and chatting in the RAD courtyard; eyes shining bright and laughing.

Satan nodded with a gentle smile,

“Yeah, I'd like that.”

[devildom-drabbles]

Short Story - Under the Mistletoe with MC (Unused Intro)

Characters: MC, the demon brothers, and the side characters Word Count: ~1.1k Warnings: None, just the usual brothers and co. silliness Notes: This was the original intro for the "Under the Mistletoe with MC" snippet I wrote back in 2021. Initially, I planned to make that snippet into a series of stories during December leading up to Christmas, with each story being one character (minus Luke) that MC chose to kiss under the mistletoe. Unfortunately, I bit off more than I could chew, haha. Not having enough time to write so many stories, I had to settle with a snippet format, albeit longer than my usual ones, and write a different intro that I felt flowed better for it. I really like how the original intro turned out, though, and in my wave of nostalgia for the series, I decided to polish it a little and share it with everyone as my gift for this year. I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season! 😊💕

Mammon spit out his drink.  “Ya did what?!”

All eyes were on the small demon familiar, his pointed teeth visible as he snickered at everyone’s reactions from him interrupting their holiday festivities.  “You heard me,” Little D. No. 2 declared, his yellow irises twinkling brightly with glee under the candlelight from the living room’s chandeliers.  “I hung mistletoe somewhere in the House of Lamentation.”

“I heard what ya said,” Mammon remarked angrily, grabbing the round familiar to prevent him from fleeing, “but what I wanna know is why ya did it!”

“Well, you didn’t ask that, now did you?” Little D. No. 2 retorted.

“Keep talkin’ like that, pipsqueak, and you’ll be the new Fangol ball!”

“What’s the big deal?” Luke wondered aloud.  “Mistletoe is just a plant, right?”

“And both a parasitic and poisonous one from the human world at that,” Satan added.  “I’m surprised we don’t have any growing naturally in the Devildom.”

“What?!  Isn’t it dangerous to have it here then?!”

“Not to worry, Luke,” Solomon assured the angel.  “It’s only a parasite to trees and other plants, and it can only hurt someone if they ingest it.  Aside from that, it’s a nice decoration, especially during this time of year.”

“Ah, I remember seeing pictures of it before,” Simeon remarked.  “Even though it can grow in cooler weather, it still has vibrant green leaves and white berries.”

“Berries?” Beelzebub questioned, his mouth already watering.

“Beel, you did hear the part about it hurting you if you eat it, right?” Belphegor reminded his twin, suppressing a yawn while leaning onto him for support.

“I’ve got a strong stomach.  I can handle it.  So, where is it?”

“I hid it, big guy,” Little D. No. 2 told him.  “You gotta find it yourself!”

“What fun!” Diavolo exclaimed with a wide grin.  “It’s like a treasure hunt!”

“Hehehe, it’s a little more than that, Your Majesty!”

“Hm?  What do you mean?”

“There’s a tradition in the human world revolving around mistletoe, My Lord,” Barbatos explained.  “If you intend to find it, you’ll want to be with someone very special to you when you do.”

“That’s right!” Asmodeus chimed in cheerfully.  “Solomon taught me all about it last time he summoned me during the holidays, so I got to experience this fantastic tradition first-hand.”

“Yes, and so did everyone you came across at the party that day,” the sorcerer commented, recalling the event in his mind.

“Oh, so something exciting happens when you find a mistletoe with someone special?” Diavolo inquired.  “In that case, Lucifer, you should join Barbatos and me in searching for it.”

Lucifer shook his head, already appearing exhausted from the whole situation.  “I’ll pass.  I want nothing to do with this nonsense.”

The eldest brother’s demeanor gave Mammon an idea.  “You’re right, Lucifer!  This is all just nonsense!  Tell ya what,—”  He secured the demon familiar under his arm.  “—I’ll have this troublemaker tell me where the mistletoe is, and I’ll get rid of it right away.  Consider it an extra gift from the Great Mammon!”

Mammon glanced over at the human who’d been silently observing the conversation this whole time.  “Hey, MC, instead of starin’ off into space, ya oughta come help me out.  B-But only because this pipsqueak is more likely to tell you where the mistletoe is than if I asked him.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Leviathan spoke up, “I see what you’re doing here, Mammon.  You’re planning to get MC under the mistletoe with you alone!  That’s not fair!”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!  Ya really think I wanna bring MC along with me just to follow some human tradition about k-kissin’ under the mistletoe?”

“Kissing?!” Diavolo and Luke shouted in unison, completely taken aback.  Their matching bewildered expressions made Barbatos quietly chuckle.

“Obviously you do, Mammon,” Satan remarked.  “You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.”

“Yeah, and there’s no way we’re letting you get away with being under the mistletoe with MC!” Asmodeus declared.  “Besides, I’m sure they’d much rather find the mistletoe with me, wouldn’t you, MC?”

“What?!  No way!” Mammon argued, too distracted to notice Little D. No. 2 slipping out of his hold.  “They’re coming with me!”

“You’re all so noisy,” Belphegor noted.  “I’m sure MC would much rather go with someone calmer, like me.”

“MC, my nose is really good, so I can sniff out the mistletoe’s berries quickly,” Beelzebub explained.  “You want to try them, too, right?”

“You might be okay, Beel, but those berries are definitely poisonous to humans,” Satan pointed out.  “MC, why don’t you stick with me instead?”

“H-Hey, don’t leave me out of this!” Leviathan butted in.  “I mean, then again, maybe you wouldn’t want to be under the mistletoe with a yucky shut-in otaku like me, MC, but...please choose me anyway!”

“Why am I not surprised it’s turned out this way?” Lucifer muttered with a sigh.

“Perhaps because Mammon and the others always tend to act like this whenever MC is involved?” Simeon answered with a gentle laugh.

Everyone had certainly become rowdy, most of them bickering amongst themselves about who would end up under the mistletoe with MC.  As for the human in question?  They continued watching from the sidelines, unsure of how to remedy the situation.

“Hoo boy, it sure gets crazy with those guys, huh?” Little D. No. 2 said, floating over to MC’s side.  The human shot them an annoyed glance.  “H-Hey, don’t look at me like that!  I just wanted to add a little extra excitement to the day, that’s all.  And I thought I’d help you find an excuse to have a special moment with your special someone...”

The demon familiar snickered at MC’s shocked expression.  “What, you think I haven’t figured it out by now?  You should be thanking me for such a thoughtful Christmas gift!”  He glanced at the commotion nearby.  “Though, I guess it’s gotten a bit out of control, huh?  Ah, well, this is practically normal for these guys at this point.  More importantly...”

They moved in closer to the human to whisper, “I wanna know if my hunch was right:  Who do you want to be under the mistletoe with, MC?”

MC mulled over the question while gazing at the chaotic group in front of them.  They had someone in mind, but...where was he?  He was with everyone a few moments ago, but now he was nowhere in sight.  Suddenly, someone grabbed their hand and pulled them out of the room, leaving the startled demon familiar and the preoccupied group of boys behind.  This warmth...  They’d recognize it anywhere.

Who is it, MC?

From there, I would've had links to each character (minus Luke) for you/MC to choose and then read their story. Although that didn't work out, the snippet version does exist, which you can read here.

[sweetbrier2908]

my scenario of what happens if we can go back to the original timeline.

You made pacts with all of them, and now what?

You regained your power, Solomon regained his power, and now what?

The brothers are surely happy now; Satan finally accepted his family; the others finally accepted their identities as demons; and the whole devildom finally accepted the brothers as their seven lords of hell.

And now what?

Now you're able to go back to your timeline, and now what?

You didn't belong to this world; you knew it from the bones, and when you go back, the brothers in this world will forget you completely; only your impact remains with them, and now what?

You had to go. You needed to go back. You knew for sure.

Solomon took you to the demon lord's castle and explained how it's time for you and him to go back to the human world (one more time, again, he had explained it before); Diavolo expressed his gratitude, and Barbatos said the portal was ready.

And there they were, behind your back. You had told them about this a few weeks ago, and you had said all sorts of goodbye. and there they were, looking at you. They thought your leaving was just temporary; they thought you would come back any time soon or they could come to the human world because you had promised you would summon them only if you could.

Barbatos opened the portal, and you turned your back to look at them for the last time ever. Those familiar faces, but you don't belong to this world, and you don't belong to those demons, as they don't belong to you.

Lucifer watched you leave with a straight face; somehow he knew that you would never come back, but... even if it was just his fantasy or the complete faith he put in you, or maybe he just loved you too much to expose your lie, your awful lie, he still wanted to see you again. Mammon couldn't bring himself to look at you; he never could. Your mammon in another timeline could never too, but you knew he was always watching you. Levi hung his head low, Satan waved at you, and Asmo cried. Beel gave you the saddest look that you knew would haunt you, and Belphie buried his face in his twin's chest.

You waved at them and mumbled, "I'll see you soon, I promise." You promised.

You didn't want them to see you cry. You will see them again soon, when you're back in your world. You would see them—or the version of themselves of thousands of years later—and you would be with them again, you promised.

Solomon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and you two stepped through Barbatos's portal. When this portal takes you to the human world, Solomon will take both of you back to your own timeline. Yet you wondered, if this was a right decision?

You hardly remembered everything that happened after going through the portal. You felt dizzy, so you kept your eyes closed. You were pretty sure you were walking through several portals. Solomon was holding you in his arms the whole time, like he was scared that you would disappear from his life one more time and he couldn't bring you back.

After a while, Solomon stopped walking. He whispered into your ears, "Are you ready to go back?".

You couldn't answer. Are you ready? Are you really ready to go back? You still kept your eyes closed, and you could feel his grip on your shoulder just a little bit tighter.

You were scared.You didn't know why, but you were terrified. The strange look they once gave you still haunts you in the back of your mind. You were terrified. "What am I going to do if we can't get back? What am I going to do if I can't go back to them?". You were scared.

Maybe you were not ready yet, but you wanted to go back to them. You are the type of person who always keeps their promises.

“Let’s go, solomon.” You whispered back to your sorcerer. You could feel Solomon tighten his grip; you could hear him read the teleportation spell; and then you could feel yourself falling again.

One.

Two.

Three.

You landed on top of someone.

The whole room stared at you in disbelief.

The emerald eyes were staring into yours in disbelief.

And before you could ever know if you were actually back to your devildom or not, the devil you just landed on held you tight, and then there was his trembling voice: “You’re back.”

“I’m home.”

[l3viat8an]

Just random thoughts

Do you think the demon brothers are into Shibari? Lucifer most certainly loves it but what about the others??

I think Beel finds it funny... Like a "tied Ham" or something like that!

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Ooooooh~ yes!

Not any actual NSFW here, it’s just kinda why they like it!-

Like you said Lucifer loves it~ there’s just something about seeing you tied up like a present for him that’s exciting!!

(or if you’re into Sub!Lucifer he still loves it ‘n make sure the ropes dig into his sink a bit~)

Mammon (and it’s canon I have the Devilgram to prove it hsjaha) Is into, if he’s the one being tied up! But only with you! He also likes it when you tease him for not being able to move ‘n touch you.

Levi obviously into it. We all know he watches all kinds of  hentai- Really wants to experiment and find out if he likes it on you or himself more.

Satan wants to try it. Again, I kinda think he’d be into  experimenting a little and finding / trying different styles on you and himself.

Asmo yes! Just yes! Any and every way, you like it or want to try he’s ready!!

Beel I mean this in the nicest way possible ‘n can’t take anything  seriously- Would say it looks like a wrapped ham / other meat that’s usually wrapped in twine and hung up to dry or cure….but he’s still down to try it. Tho through your experimenting finds out he’s more into being tied up-

Belphie (again it’s canon but I don’t have the devilgram-) Likes it, when he’s the one being tied up. Again is really into it, when you tease him while he’s tied up~

Simeon just cuz I don’t post the others boys enough Hear me out!!! Tie him up~ he loves it, he won’t hold still and whines about wanting to touch you the whole time~ or if he’s got you tied up, he’s just so mean teasing and touching you only to pull away and watch you squirm around in the ropes~

[rainiishowers]

A/N:

I accidentally deleted this, but once again me screenshotting it saves the day 😅

I did not expect it to go in this direction, but am I upset about it? No

Summary: Power is out all throughout the Devildom on an unexpectedly cold night. According to Lucifer, Mammon is out helping the post office, which was exceptionally busy around the holiday season. Of course, they care about their beloved brother, so they do a little extra for when he gets home.

Genre: Fluff

Content: Soft Lucifer has me soft, Mammon and Beel are the heaters, we can pretend it’s the holidays

Tags: @mammoneythegreat @mammonsturtle @lorkai-reblogs @astershere @absolutepokemontrash @crazyyanderefangirlfan

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The brothers were all in the living room because there was a severe power outage, and Lucifer wanted the brothers to be together so nothing bad happens. However, Mammon was the only one not there, which worried Beel the most.

"Where is Mammon? Is he lost in the weather?"

Of course, Beel knows that Mammon can retain body heat pretty well, that's the reason why he's considered one of the portable heaters among the brothers aside from the Avatar of Gluttony himself.

"Didn't he say that he was out delivering packages because it's the holidays?" Satan recalls, underneath piles of blankets, although there weren't many because Asmo took most of them.

"Ughh.. I just want the power to turn back on.." Levi complains, staring at his dead game console.

"Beel, be a dear and come here so I can stay warm!" Asmo pleads, almost demands. This is shut down by Belphie immediately as he glares holes into his older brother, clinging onto Beel for dear life.

Beel looks at Lucifer in concern, not focused on the squabble Belphie and Asmo were having.

"Do you think Mammon will be back soon?"

"I'm sure he will be, Beel." Lucifer reassures. Even if it wasn't clear on his face, the eldest was also starting to worry about what Mammon could possibly be doing, but he had faith in the Avatar of Greed.

"Is he delivering packages?" Satan asks Lucifer with a raised eyebrow.

"As far as I know, Diavolo asked Mammon and his crows to help with delivering things for the holidays." Lucifer replies.

"He hasn't done that in a long time, huh?" Levi tilts his head. "Wasn't he the messenger between you and Lord Diavolo before D.D.Ds were a thing?"

"Oh yea, and he would always come back looking unfazed, as if he didn't run miles to there and back." Belphie remembers

"He had his crows do some things too, didn't he? Those little birds always surprise me." Asmo butts in, trying to distract himself from the cold unsuccessfully. He shivers from the cold as he once again tries to get Beel to come over.

Thirty minutes pass and Mammon isn't back yet, and the storm has gradually begun getting stronger. This causes alarm in all the brothers, as they wonder what Mammon was doing, and if he's been caught up in the storm. Things are prepared but notably, food and snacks are made for all the brothers but Beel leaves enough for Mammon to eat a lot, and Belphie makes a spot of blankets and pillows reserved for Mammon.

Eventually, Mammon does come back and he looked absolutely exhausted, as he stumbles into the living room with many layers of winter clothing on. The snow storm was slowly stopping, but the coldness was still there. Despite this, all the brothers get up upon seeing Mammon's return.

"Huh? Oh, he--" Before he could finish his sentence, Mammon is leapt on by Belphie and Asmo. He is barely able to catch his balance as he gives a comforting pat on the backs to the two.

“Heh, missed me?" He grins cheekily.

"Of course we did!" Asmo huffs. "You were out in a snowstorm!"

"A very cold one." Belphie adds on, and Asmo nods in agreement

"Where the hell were you?" Satan asks, upset at how long it took for him to come back. Beel helps Mammon take off his gear and hung it up, not saying much, but it was clear he was just relieved that his brothers were together again.

Mammon's face softens as he sees the concern his brothers had for him. He looks at the the food and snacks laid out. He tries to think of an explanation to give Satan as he sits down on the reserved spot, snuggling under the blankets.

"A few of my crows got caught up in the winds and got buried under the snow. I got ‘em out before they froze to death."

"What if you froze to death, huh?" Levi glares at his big brother, sitting besides him. Mammon pulls him into a side hug and under the blanket

"But I didn't, that's what's important, yea?" Mammon gives a softer smile as he reassures Levi. This fortunately works, as Levi only huffs huffs and leans into the hug, still a bit upset at how Mammon did that. “And besides, I couldn’t just leave my crows outside to die like that.”

Mammon was caught off guard as Lucifer starts to look for signs of injuries, asking him questions and such. When he was finished, he stands up. "Well, I can safely say you haven't suffered any injuries, that’s good.” He gives a small smile.

Mammon just gives a small smile back and a nod. This moment is interrupted when Asmo attempts to cuddle up to Mammon for warmth only for Levi to throw a hissy fit.

As the snow storm recedes, everyone ends up falling asleep and is taken to their rooms Mammon and Lucifer. The two go to Lucifer’s study afterwards with some extra blankets. Lucifer sits in his chair while Mammon sits in the one across from him, a few blankets over him, Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his brother in a blanket cocoon.

Nothing is said at first, as Lucifer is focused on lighting candles so they can see better, but eventually he speaks up.

“Thank you for doing the task, Mammon. I don’t just mean this for Lord Diavolo’s sake, but also mine, and the others.” He smiles, leaning back as he finishes lighting the candles. “I often focus on the times that you make my life harder, that I forgot the times you make my life easier.”

“Yea, you should work on that.” Mammon grins, leaning forward a bit.

“Yes, yes I really should.” Lucifer chuckles. “But I do mean that, genuinely.”

Mammon’s smile softens into something less playful, and more affectionate, as he nods.

“Thanks, bro.”

Lucifer nods in return, leaning back into his chair as he becomes more relaxed.

“Honestly, I was going to search for you in that snow storm if you arrived a minute later.” Lucifer’s eyes narrow. “I know your crows are reliable, but please, if you need assistance from another demon, I can always help you. Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” He chuckles. “Oh, speaking of crystals.” He pulls his blankets down and takes out something from the bag Lucifer noticed he was wearing. The second eldest gives him a red crystal keychain.

“Happy holidays, yea?” Mammon smiles as Lucifer admires the keychain. It was a blood red crystal in gold casing that hung from a golden chain with a clasp at the other end. It looked gorgeous under the candle flames.

“I got everyone gifts. That may or may not have been one of the things that took me so long, I was surprised to see some shops even open.” Mammon continues with a laugh. His laugh was contagious as Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Thank you, Mammon. Happy holidays.” He smiles with a small nod, and the Avatar of Greed nods back, as he goes to stand up with all the blankets still around him. Lucifer made a mental note to himself to get Mammon something in return later in the week.

“Now if you'll excuse me, The Great Mammon needs sleep, night Lucifer”

“Goodnight, Mammon.”

“Make sure to sleep at a reasonable time.” Mammon reminds, looking at his older brother in worry and seriousness.

“Yes, I will.” Lucifer sighs

“Good, night Lucifer!”

The door shuts and Lucifer stares at his paperwork and then out the window. The Devildom has returned to it’s normal darkness, no snow or anything. He tries to get some paperwork done before going to bed, which he hopes will be at a reasonable time.

Lucifer makes his way to the bedroom after finishing paperwork, only pushing himself to go to sleep. He does one more routine check on everyone to ensure that everyone is sleeping. Everyone was thankfully asleep.

He stops at Mammon’s room, and quietly walks over to his bed. The blankets have long been discarded on the floor and to the side of him, as they were no longer needed. He quietly puts the blankets on the couch or other pieces of furniture. He can’t help but feel a little sentimental and nostalgic as he rubs his baby brother’s cheek. He smiles to himself as Mammon leans into the touch the same way he always has, ever since he was a young angel.

He simply gives Mammon a forehead kiss before being on his way, gently closing the door behind him.

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unchained - chapter two

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GN!MC x Arsenios [demon OC] a/n: The brothers all make an appearance in this chapter. And then there's a TIME SKIP lol. Because I just wanted to skip ahead to season four, so that's what that's about. Things get more interesting after this chapter, but the real action doesn't start until chapter six. Warnings: Lucifer being a little threatening, but that's about it lol.

You were sitting at the dinner table with the brothers, not really listening to the argument of the night, when you interrupted them.

"Hey, do you guys know a demon named Arsenios?" you asked.

Everyone stopped talking.

"Who doesn't know him?" Mammon asked. He had a genuinely perplexed look on his face, as though this was a strange question.

"I mean I don't know him personally," Belphie said. "That's what you mean, right, MC?"

"Well, I guess just anything you know would help," you said. "Is he famous or something?"

"Not exactly," Mammon said.

Asmo leaned forward across the table. "He's in a band, MC," he said. "That's how most people know him! They're called Angel's Temptation."

"Like the flower," Satan added.

"Right!" Asmo said. "They play at The Fall sometimes. Arsenios is the lead singer and guitarist. He's amazing, of course, it's kind of his thing. I can take you to see them sometime if you want!"

"He also plays the piano at Cafe Lament," Satan said. "I've seen him there a few times."

"It's more like background music, though," Levi added. "But he is really good. He must have amazing hand eye coordination. I bet he's really good at playing video games."

You blinked. "Okay, so none of you actually know him personally," you said. "You've just seen him around."

Asmo looked offended. "Please, MC! Arrie is one of my fans! And as such, I have made the effort to let him meet me personally!"

"Wow, how nice of you," you said, smiling.

"I've met him, too," Mammon said with a shrug. "He goes to RAD so it ain't like we haven't all had classes with him at some point. Me and Asmo have hung out with him a couple times."

"Let me guess," Levi said flatly. "You owe him money, too?"

Mammon sat up straight. "No! 'Course I don't!"

There were a lot of general sounds of disbelief from the table at large.

"I've met him," Beel said.

Everybody looked at him in surprise.

Beel shrugged. "He's friends with Barbatos. I've seen him at the castle a few times when Luke invites me over to try out his baking."

"I have met him as well," Lucifer added. "In a similar situation."

"You don't like him," you said to Lucifer, picking up on the disdain in his words.

"I don't know him well enough to say," Lucifer said. "He only attends RAD because Barbatos asked him to. My understanding is that he doesn't care much for school."

"I get that," Mammon muttered.

"Maybe I'll go to Cafe Lament sometime," you said. "I'm curious about him."

"Hang on, MC," Asmo said. "I saw you with him at the dance! You obviously know him, too!"

"I don't know him very well," you said. "I was curious, that's why I asked."

"You were at the dance with him?" Satan asked.

"He saw me there and asked me to dance," you said with a shrug.

Mammon suddenly gripped your arm. "Did ya dance with him?"

You tried to shake him off, but found yourself unsuccessful. "Maybe I did, so what?"

"You ought to be careful, MC," Lucifer said.

His voice was serious and his tone caused everyone at the table to fall silent. Even Mammon let go of you and quieted.

"Why?" you asked.

"I don't know Arsenios's entire story," Lucifer said. "But he is dangerous. From what I've heard, he spent a considerable amount of time in the human world, making pacts. He seems to be retired now, but ancient demons like him see humans as prey, not friends."

This made you shudder a little. You hadn't considered what kinds of things Arsenios may have done in his past. He was nice to you, but what did that really mean?

"I'll be careful," you assured Lucifer. He seemed content enough with this response.

You questioned Asmo further after dinner. While it seemed he and Arsenios were friends and had spent some time together, he didn't know anything more than what Lucifer had said. Apparently, Arsenios wasn't exactly forthcoming with information about his past. You didn't really hold that against him, but it was something you would keep in mind.

-

After the dance, you had so much going on, you weren't able to focus on anything else. With Lucifer losing his memory and the chaos of your magic and the ring, you were simply trying to make it through each day.

Soon enough, you found yourself preparing to return to the human world. You had only days left now that you had the Ring of Light to control your magic.

In a moment where you had a little time to yourself, you found yourself in the House of Lamentation's garden. You were simply sitting, thinking about everything that had happened.

Your mind wandered back to the dance, remembering the way Arsenios had kissed the back of your hand. You wondered what he was doing. You had ducked into the darkened dance hall when you had a chance, but it wasn't often. You hadn't seen him at all recently.

Your thoughts might as well have been broadcasting a signal of some kind because the demon in question made an appearance on the path to the House of Lamentation's front door, right where it connected with the cobblestone street outside the gate.

He stopped when he saw you, surprise in his eyes. And then he smiled, slipping into the garden by opening the gate as little as possible.

"Hey, MC," he said.

It was exactly what he had said when he first found you at the dance.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, which was exactly the first thing you said to him when you ran into him at the Demon Lord's Castle back in your first year in the Devildom.

Arsenios sat beside you on the bench. "Looking for you."

You were surprised to hear this, but you waited for him to elaborate.

Arsenios leaned back against the bench. "You know you're the talk of the Devildom? Again?"

You frowned. "I didn't know, but I'm not exactly surprised."

"They're saying you wear Lucifer's Ring of Light now," Arsenios said.

You lifted your hand so he could see the ring, snug around your finger. It glinted slightly in the Devildom starlight.

"Do you feel like the ring that connects the worlds?" Arsenios asked. His voice was quiet, but you could hear an underlying pain in it.

You put your hand down and twisted the ring slightly. "I don't know. But I'll do my best to help with uniting them."

Arsenios chuckled softly. "You and Lord Diavolo. He's eternally optimistic about it. I'm not so sure."

"You don't think it will work?" you asked.

Arsenios shrugged. "I think there's a lot of pain and prejudice to get through first. Anyway, I came by because I wanted to see how you were holding up. You look like you're doing all right, though."

"You were worried about me?" you asked.

Arsenios stood up and turned to face you. "Sure," he said easily. "Can't I worry about the human that always listens to my music?"

You shook your head a little. "Don't underestimate me."

Arsenios grinned. "You're right," he said. "It won't happen again. Take care, MC."

You watched him leave the garden, losing sight of him the moment he passed through the main gate. He was only there for a brief moment, but somehow the garden felt empty without him. There was a lingering tension in the air, like the string of a harp wound too tightly and left unplucked. It left you wondering why such an ancient demon would take the time to check in on you.

-

Arsenios made his way down the street from the House of Lamentation. He was glad to see that you seemed to be doing okay. He had heard a lot of rumors swirling around RAD. He could have asked Barbatos about you, of course. He knew that the butler would have told him the truth of things. But he somehow admitted to himself that he wanted to see you with his own eyes.

Arsenios was highly aware of you these days. Every time you stopped in the dance hall to listen to him play, he noticed. He felt your eyes on him, knew you were listening to every note. He had played in front of large audiences, allowing himself to step into a performance persona so he could entertain the masses. But when it was just you, he was always still himself.

An audience of one, something he never thought he would want or need. But now that he'd experienced those moments - the ones where he was playing for himself, creating songs on the fly, letting his heart and his fingers find the right keys, all the while having you as witness to everything he inevitably put into that music - he found himself missing you when you weren't there.

And you weren't always there. In fact, most of the time you weren't. He would never admit to anyone - not even himself - that he perhaps played that piano at RAD more than he would have otherwise. Waiting for you to hear him. Waiting for you to slip inside, to linger in the shadows.

Arsenios wasn't a fool. He knew that even if he didn't go inside the House of Lamentation, Lucifer would know he had been there.

And sure enough, the next day, Arsenios found himself confronted by Lucifer in a hallway at RAD.

"Stay away from MC," Lucifer said to him, not even bothering to pretend at politeness.

Arsenios smirked. He couldn't help himself. "Feeling threatened?"

"By you?" Lucifer let out a little laugh. "I'm unconcerned. But MC has a tendency to think all demons are their friends."

"And you think I'm not MC's friend?" Arsenios asked.

Lucifer frowned. "I am aware of your history, Arsenios. I don't trust you near them."

Arsenios found he was actually offended. He folded his arms and cocked his head. "You know perfectly well that I don't mess with humans anymore. You also know that Barbatos trusts me. Are you saying you know better than he does?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at this, as though he was displeased with having been confronted with this fact. "What are your intentions, then?"

Arsenios snorted. "You're dodging the question. But I don't have any intentions."

"Then why ask MC to dance?" Lucifer asked. "Why show up at the House of Lamentation?"

Arsenios paused. Memories flitted through his mind - the first time you listened to him in the dark hall, your serious face whenever you were concentrating in class, your cautious acceptance of his invitation to dance, the way you held up your hand to show him the Ring of Light. He couldn't exactly tell Lucifer that he found you compelling - that there was something about you. He tried to feign nonchalance, shrugging slightly.

"I like MC," he said easily. "That's it. Do I need to have an ulterior motive?"

"If I find out that you do," Lucifer said, his voice low and ominous. "You will regret ever coming near them."

Arsenios laughed. He knew that wasn't a smart response, but it came out anyway. Lucifer's glare deepened. Arsenios put his hands up in a placating gesture.

"I'm sorry," he said. "But I promise you there's nothing else going on here. You really don't need to go out of your way to threaten me."

"That human is under my protection," Lucifer said. "And I still don't trust you."

Arsenios was about to say something else, but Lucifer had already left, stalking down the hall and disappearing into a classroom.

Arsenios made his way to his next class, deliberately sitting down next to Asmo who happened to have that class with him. Asmo was busy checking his reflection in a little compact.

"Hey, Asmo," Arsenios said.

Asmo snapped his compact shut and looked at him, then smiled brightly when he recognized Arsenios. "Arrie! I haven't seen you around in a while! You're always skipping class, but I suppose you missed me, didn't you?"

Asmo leaned in toward Arsenios and ran his fingers up Arsenios's arm.

Arsenios laughed and caught Asmo's wrist gently. "You got me," he said. "I woke up today and went you know what I miss? Asmo's constant flirting."

Asmo nodded. "I knew it. Don't worry, hon, I'll flirt with you relentlessly for the rest of class."

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Arsenios asked. "And here your brother was just threatening me. Are you sure it's okay for you to be so chummy with me?"

Asmo gasped. "My brother? Let me guess. Lucifer?"

Arsenios let go of Asmo's wrist, leaned back in his seat, and frowned. "Is he really that worried about me? He seems to think I'm likely to eat your human."

Asmo huffed a little. "Don't worry about him," he said. "He's just protective of the exchange student. I know you would never eat MC."

Arsenios smiled. "Thanks, Asmo."

True to his word, Asmo flirted relentlessly with Arsenios for the rest of class. Arsenios didn't mind, but his thoughts kept wandering to you, sitting there in the House of Lamentation's garden, wearing the Ring of Light.

Lucifer was right, in a way. Arsenios should stay away from you. But it wasn't for the reasons Lucifer was concerned about.

There were other things Arsenios had to consider. But for now, letting you listen in when he was playing only for himself didn't cause anyone any harm. And checking in on you from time to time was also safe. He knew to be careful. He knew not to let you get too close.

-

You never did get the chance to go to Cafe Lament when Arsenios was playing there. In fact, you always seemed to miss him any time you found yourself there for other reasons.

And then it was already time for you to return to the human world. You didn't know it yet, but you would be spending quite a bit of time there. The brothers would come to visit you as you went through the tasks to become a sorcerer.

You thought of Arsenios every once in awhile, but as that time passed, he mostly faded from your mind. There was too much going on elsewhere in your life and there simply wasn't space for someone you no longer saw on a regular basis.

And then you were finally back in the Devildom, ready to start another year at RAD. You had forgotten about the way you used to hover in the darkness of the dance hall, listening to a demon play the piano. It had been so long since you had seen him, he simply slipped from your mind.

You didn't notice. You had so much to do. There were the brothers needing you, your studies with Solomon, your regular RAD classes, and now you were working to be able to join the student council, too. Every once in a while, you might remember those quieter times you spent listening to the piano. But for the most part, it was forgotten.

Until you couldn't help but remember.

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Prideful Devotion

- Part 1 - At the request of @dark-lady15, @aeongiies and @lovelyfriedcomputer, here is part 2 of Prides Gift. And I want to give special thanks to @aeongiies for their help in choosing the direction this will take :) Thank you for enduring my questions. This turned out to be more soft than spicy though - Song Inspiration: The Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars - I will be posting a poll for you guys to vote for which brother I do next right after posting this so GO VOTE.

In the hallowed depths of the Devildom, where shadows danced and the air crackled with an electric fervor, Lucifer gazed upon the human before him, whose pride and resilience had caught his attention once again and this time had stolen his breath.

It was undeniable, radiant, and untempered as they navigated through the introductions and, as expected of anyone who was under the influence of his power, they were quick to understand everything they were told. They carried themself with a grace that echoed his own poise.

Then the dreaded question that was on everyone's minds was asked.

Diavolo, being inquisitive as ever, couldn't resist any longer, "How do you and Lucifer know each other?"

Lucifer saw the others perk up with interest making him scowl and huff a breath of exasperation. This seriously couldn't wait? Before he could say so, MC spoke.

"With all due respect, Lord Diavolo, that is a personal matter."

Diavolo smiled, one that did not take no for an answer, "Well, hopefully you will make an exception for me."

MC smiled back, "Of course, just not here. I would prefer to speak of it in private with Mr. Morningstar present as it is not just my business, if that's alright?"

"Just call me Lucifer." Lucifer stated.

"If you insist."

The demon Lords boisterous laughter rang through the room, "Very well. We may discuss it later. For now we need to have you shown to the House of Lamentation, where you will be staying for the duration of your time here."

Lucifer met MCs eyes, "You will need someone to look after you, and I had intended for my brother, Mammon, to do so. He is the Avatar of Greed and...how should I put it...? Oh well, you'll understand soon enough. But given the circumstances, I will assume that role."

He pulled a D.D.D. out of his pocket and placed it in MCs hands, "Here, take this. It's a lot like the cell phones from your world. It will be yours to use as long as you are here. Now, I'd like you to call Mammon with it."

He knew that his brother wouldn't answer if he saw it was him so he was going to use this to his advantage.

They listened as the phone rang before Mammon answered with little hesitation as Lucifer had expected, "Yoooo."

"Hello, Mammon." Mc replied, their voice cool and collected.

Mammon was silent for half a second, "Who the hell are ya?"

"I'm MC, the new human exchange student."

"Whaaa? Geez, I was gettin' all chilly here thinkin' it was Lucifer again. Ya should've told me right away. So what business does a human got with THE Mammon?"

MC turned her gaze to Lucifer, taking in his expression.

"Lucifer asked me to call you. It would seem you need to rectify whatever you did before he gets to you."

"Pfffft, whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya just 'cause you're tryin' to scare me with that name?"

The Avatar of Pride extended his hand for the phone letting MC set it in his palm, "You've got 10 seconds to get home... 9... 8..."

Mammon shrieked in fright, "YESSIR!" and hung up in an instant.

"Thank you," he said as he handed the phone back then turned to Diavolo. "I will take them to the House of Lamentation to get them settled then we will meet you at the castle to explain."

The demon lord nodded in acknowledgement so they left.

Time passed quickly after that and MC had done exceptionally well in the program. They had grown close with each of his brothers as well and had an uncanny ability to make them behave, already having formed pacts with Mammon, Levi, and Beel. He had a deep suspicion they had been sneaking to the attic but had no evidence to prove it, making him even more suspicious of their intentions behind the pacts.

MC had began helping him with his work and became his unofficial assistant, forcing them to spend much more time together. Idle conversation turned to flirting, with him unintentionally flirting back. They had a charm that was hard to ignore and he found that he would look forward to the afternoons they would spend together listening to his records as they worked. His pride would get in the way, however, forcing him to step back from them even though he ached to do the opposite. But MC stood their ground and took it in stride, determined to become closer to him.

Throughout that time he had been able to get to know them better, and found he had the urge to protect them and keep them to himself despite some of the mishaps along the way, even if he would never admit it.

He had no one to blame but himself for MCs courageousness after all. The small amount of power he had granted them so long ago had influenced them to the point where being told what to do or being told they couldn't do something affected their pride, urging them to do just that. Although, he was unsure how much was his influence and how much was purely MCs personality.

Some time later, at Diavolo's castle, attending the Ball the demon lord had thrown in celebration of the exchange program, Lucifer watched MC as they made conversation with the guests.

Amidst the flickering lights that painted the ballroom in deep shades of gold, MCs mortal form, clad in garments befitting nobility, seemed delicate compared to his. Yet an unyielding strength emanated from them, a beacon that drew the Prince of Darkness near.

He asked them to dance and he could hear their heart pounding in rhythm with the infernal symphony that echoed around them.

Part of him wanted them to keep looking at him with the look of adoration in their eyes in that moment, but the other was too focused on his caution.

As they danced, he threatened them, instead of explaining the dangers of going to the attic, not knowing that hurting them the way he had would leave him with regret and guilt.

They held his gaze even though his grip was painfully tight. Even as their face twisted with pain they stood their ground. A quality that was as endearing as it was irritating.

Their dance ended and they went their separate ways, but his eyes stayed on them for the remainder of the night.

As time continued to pass, MC had formed pacts with Amso and Satan. He admired their drive and dedication, but he still held them with an air of caution.

They came to his study late one afternoon and knocked on the door, "Lucifer, may I come in?"

"What is it, MC?" he called to them without looking up from his paperwork.

They stepped inside, "I have something for you."

That made him stop what he was doing and look up at them and the vinyl record in their hands in surprise.

At his silence they continued, laying the record on his desk, "It took some time and effort to have this made, and I may have had a bit of help from Levi and Mammon, but it's finally here. After our first meeting and making our deal, my life began to get better and my career skyrocketed. When I became of age, I was able to seize custody of my siblings and give them a better life outside of our parents abuse. They are grown now and living wonderful lives. In wake of all of that, I wanted to give you proper thanks, but I had no idea if I would ever see you again so I wrote this in the hope that one day you would hear it. You had no reason to help me and even if helping me had only been for your own benefit, I am still grateful."

They left before he could respond and his eyes fell to the record. He lifted it with gentle fingers, appraising the the bold letters on the cover that read: The Memory of Pride.

He rose from his chair and moved to his record player, carefully setting the disc upon it and let it play.

The music enveloped him. Each note pulling on his heart and his pride swelled to new heights knowing that this music was written specifically for him. He could feel the emotion that had been woven into it: gratefulness, remembrance, pride. He could feel how genuine it was. He had not thought that one small, spur of the moment, action would produce this.

The feelings brewing in his heart grew, and he let the record play for the rest of the night, basking in the warmth that coursed through his veins.

But then, everything came crashing down around him in what felt like an instant. His vision became clouded with red at the sight of MCs mangled body - a mere human whose fate had become intertwined with he and his brothers conflicts.

If only they had listened to him. If only he had told them the whole truth, his pride be damned. He knew they would have understood, but he didn't. They didn't listen to him or heed his threats and now look at what has happened.

An anger he had not felt since the celestial war began to build within him. He could barely hear his brothers pleas' anymore.

A sinister aura hung heavy as he seethed. His eyes burned with a malevolent fire as he confronted his brother.

"How dare you," Lucifer hissed, his voice laced with venom. "MC was under my protection, under our family's protection. They were mine to guide, not yours to extinguish!"

Belphie only laughed making Lucifer's anger flare, his true form unfurling in a dark display of power as he stepped between MC and his younger brother. His features contorted with a mix of grief and unbridled rage, casting an eerie glow upon his chiseled face.

"Yes... Yes! Perfect! That's exactly the look I was hoping to see on your face, Lucifer!" the youngest laughed, "And this little pendant of theirs? The all powerful Lucifer couldn't have possibly given to them. So let's just get rid of it."

He crushed it in his fist and let the shattered pieces crumble to the floor.

"You dare to decide the fate of those under my care? You have defied me, Belphie, you have defied Lord Diavolo, and this transgression will not go unpunished." Lucifer's voice carried a chilling resolve.

But before he could follow through with it, MC reappeared. Their countenance alive and vibrant. His eyes that had been filled with fury and grief, now shimmered with a glimmer of hope and disbelief. The weight of despair that had burdened his heart lifted, replaced with an overwhelming sense of relief.

Everything that happened after was a blur: revealing Lilith's true fate, discovering that MC was her descendant, and the guilt of withholding it all from his brothers.

The tension took awhile to dissipate and with MCs urging his brothers began to forgive him. MC was still wary of Belphie, and with good reason, but they eventually met halfway and his younger brother made a pact with them.

The end of their year had arrived and Lucifer had finally found a name for the feeling in his chest. The reason for his unconscious need to protect them and keep them near. Love; something he didn't think he'd feel for anyone, especially a human.

They came to his study to discuss everything for their return to the human realm and the thought of them being lost to him ate at his heart.

"Have you done all you set out to do here in the Devildom? No unfinished business? No loose ends?" He asked.

A downcast expression formed on their face, "I believe so, yes. But Belphie did break my pendant. I can't replace that." A chuckle slipped past their lips. "Now that I think about it, I've yet to make a pact with you."

"A pact, you say?" He began, his face going blank. "I see. You've made pacts with all of my brothers, which just leaves me... Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly? I don't know how my brothers felt about making pacts with you, but I am more than a name to be crossed off of your list. I can't have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won't do."

His demon form emerged and MC didn't flinch.

"Seriously, Lucifer? From the very beginning you have been held in a different light from the others. And you should know by now that this form of intimidation from you doesn't work on me anymore." They crossed their arms defiantly, head tilted to hold his gaze.

Lucifer huffed out a breath, "That defiance... I've always found that aspect of you irritating. But as irritating as it is, it's even more endearing."

As they stood face to face, Lucifer's lips curved into a smirk, a blend of mischief and desire. The air grew heavy with anticipation, the unspoken tension between them filling the void. In the depths of his ruby eyes, he let MC glimpse a tumultuous sea of emotions - a yearning.

In a gesture both daring and vulnerable, Lucifer extended a hand, his touch gentle as a whispered promise, "If you are amenable, I am willing to offer you a deal."

MC, emboldened by an inexplicable connection, accepted the invitation, their fingers intertwining. They looked up to him with heavily lidded eyes, their voice coming out a low purr, "What would this deal cost me?"

He pulled them forward, wrapping his other arm around them for his hand to rest against their lower back, and a surge of raw energy coursed through their vines, their union an alchemy of darkness and light, binding them in an embrace, a pseudo waltz of undiscovered pleasure.

His lips came to rest against the shell of their ear as he answered, "Everything. You will belong to me and me alone." He moved to face them, their lips mere centimeters away from each other. "So, what will it be? Do you wish to make a pact with me, MC?"

MC searched his face, but there was no hesitation in their reply, a whispered, "Yes."

His grip tightened, and his touch sent shivers of anticipation down their spine, MC felt the weight of centuries-old burdens slacken just a little. But in the warmth of his presence, they discovered solace and a love that could not be contained.

His voice, a velvet caress, spilled forth words of vulnerability and truth, a confession that echoed through the chambers of their intertwined souls, "I love you."

Lost in the labyrinth of their emotions, time ceased to exist as they moved closer, their breaths mingling in the sacred space between them. With a tempestuous gaze, Lucifer's hand cradled MC's face, his touch both fiery and tender, akin to the paradox of his being. Their lips met in a union both fierce and passionate, a melding of opposing forces - darkness and light, damnation and salvation.

"We are heading straight to my room," He breathed as he pulled away, a fire in his eyes that would not be put out. "You're going to spend your last night in the Devildom there, together with me... all night long until the break of dawn. I'm not letting anyone else have you now... You're mine."

In those final, eternal hours, their embrace transcended the mortal realm, and they soared through celestial planes, leaving behind the trappings of their troubled pasts. Their love, fueled by shared desire and pride, became an inferno that engulfed them completely, igniting a flame that would burn forever more.

In the embrace of the Prince of Darkness, MC found freedom - the freedom to embrace their flaws, their desires, and the capacity to love him unapologetically. And as they danced on the precipice of darkness, Lucifer and MC embarked on a new journey, their love a testament to the power of connection, and a bond that defied the boundaries of Heaven and Hell.

[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 26

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

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, a bit of fluff.

Warnings: Sleep inducing magic.

***

Author's Note: I made it in 27 days, that's an improvement for me ;3

***

“I see.” Diavolo folded his hands in front of him on the dinner table as Barbatos began to serve dessert, “So that's how you managed to make it safely out of the underground labyrinth.”

Diavolo had asked for a retelling of your group’s adventure and it had taken all of dinner to explain. Solomon meticulously reported the group’s every move starting from the moment he summoned Asmo to his side, while Mammon and Levi filled in the parts before their party had met up with yours. Beel’s contribution to the conversation was mostly in the form of affirmative grunts as he stuffed his face with Barbatos’ delicious cooking. Every so often, Diavolo would ask direct questions of you or the others, listening intently all the while.

Asmo butted in when it came to the part he had played in the grand escape. His interpretation of the events was quite theatrical and self indulgent, making it seem like using his charm on Henry had been his idea all along. You met eyes with Solomon from across the table but he’d just shrugged and neither of you said anything to correct Asmo’s embellishments to the story.

“You know, now that I think about it, the whole reason we were able to escape was because of me and how stunningly beautiful I am!” Asmo tossed his hair.

“Yeah, but you were also the reason all of you ended up in the labyrinth to begin with, Asmo.” Satan said.

“Right, that's what I'm sayin'. That was terrible, and it was all YOUR fault, Asmo!” Mammon pointed at him accusingly with his dessert fork.

Asmo glared daggers at his older brother. Lies and slander. It had all been a big mistake. Helene had just been too emotional to deal with seeing Asmo’s beauty after so long that she’d lashed out. Who could blame her? He really was that gorgeous. Asmo was about to say something to defend himself when Diavolo spoke.

“You really should be careful in the castle. There are a number of items here with suspicious histories to them.” The demon prince frowned, swirling his glass of Demonus. “I can't guarantee that there aren't others in the castle who also want to get even with you, Asmodeus.”

There was something he wasn't saying, Asmo could tell, just like earlier when he’d given Asmo that odd look before he’d left your assigned room.

But Asmo didn't care, not really. He didn't have time to figure out what Diavolo’s cryptic behavior meant. That was a job for someone closer to the prince, like Lucifer. He’d simply have to wait until Lucifer decided to tell him what it all meant, if it was even relevant by then.

“It's just wrong to be this beautiful…” Asmo sighed.

***

After dinner, everyone thought it best to retire for the night. It had been a very long day.

“Well, time for me to get some sleep. Nighty-night, you two!” Asmo said as he patted an evening moisturizing mask into his skin, his bangs pulled back with a couple of bobby pins. He’d forwent his usual leisurely bath in favor of a quick shower. It was impressive just how efficient his nightly routine was, completing the multi-step process in only minutes.

“You're going to bed already?” Simeon asked, paging through one of the books on the side table, “It's awfully early for that.”

“Lack of sleep leads to unhealthy skin, and I don't want that! I'm sure both of you want to see me looking my best, right?” Asmo hung his silk robe on a hook before searching for something in one of the several bags he’d brought with him. “We have the dance tomorrow, remember? I may no longer be an angel but I’m still that Radiant Jewel everyone knows and loves. I have to dazzle, that’s what people are expecting and I will not disappoint.”

“Well, I suppose that means that I'll get to enjoy some peace and quiet tonight, which is much appreciated.” Simeon selected a book, Dante’s Inferno, and sat on his bed, crossing his ankles as he cracked it open on his lap.

You changed into your pajamas behind the modesty screen, “I was thinking of going to bed now, too.” By the end of dinner you’d had difficulty keeping yourself awake. Satan had even needed to poke you in the side a few times as you’d spaced out over dessert. Your body and mind were worn out from everything that had happened in the labyrinth.

“I hope you have sweet dreams, MC,” said Simeon as he dimmed the lights of the room, leaving a single magically lit candle by his bedside for a reading light.

“Thank you, I hope you do too.” You pulled back the covers on your bed.

“The sweetest dreams are the ones involving me,” Asmo tossed a wink over his shoulder at you as he turned down his own bedding. He pulled out a cobalt blue spray bottle and spritzed the sheets about a dozen times until the vapor glittered in the air as it floated down onto the bed. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance, “You’ll have to tell me if something spicy happens between the two of us, it’s only fair.” He set the bottle down on the bedside table before hopping onto his bed.

The poof of the comforter under Asmo’s weight sent a bit of the fine mist swirling in your direction, you could feel it settling over your skin. It was a pleasant scent, relaxing and cozy.

Asmo slipped a pink silk sleep mask over his eyes as he nestled into the plush bedding, his back turned to you.

The bedroom door burst open.

“HEY! Look who's here...it's Mammon! And you know what that means?! You ain't gonna be gettin' ANY sleep tonight! АНАНАНА!” He made a beeline for your bed and sat, bouncing a few times.

“Mammon, it's late,” you complained, making a point to lay back onto your pillow and pulling the covers over yourself.

Simeon gave a longsuffering sigh, “Asmo, he's your brother, isn't he? Do you think you could possibly do something about him?”

Asmo gave a low growl, tipping up the corner of his sleep mask as he sent a single sticker over text to Lucifer. How that could possibly be helpful, you weren't sure.

“All right all right all right! Time for a pillow fight deathmatch with the Avatar of Greed himself!” He clawed at your sheets as if to free you from your comfy nest of blankets, while you did everything in your power to keep them around you. “LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!”

The screen of Asmo’s D.D.D. went dark and he further cocooned himself in the plush comforter.

“Mammon, please,” You debated trying a pact command on him to get him to stop, but without the use of magic it was very hit or miss whether a command would “take”. It was more like a suggestion and gentle prodding in your favor rather than full control over him, and he usually had to be paying attention and already somewhat inclined to do what you asked. Right now Mammon was neither.

“Let's get started before that ass Lucifer comes round on patrol and starts botherin' us!” He laughed mischievously, tearing the pillow from under your head.

“I'm sorry. Who did you just call an ass?” Lucifer’s dark form filled the doorway.

“Yikes!” Mammon ducked behind your bed.

Lucifer crossed the room in three strides, “You're coming to my room. Now. And tonight it's not going to be just me in there, but Diavolo as well. I have a feeling we're going to have all sorts of fun, don't you?” His eyes glowing as his hand closed tightly around Mammon’s forearm, yanking him out the door and closing it behind him.

When the room was silent once again, Asmo shifted under the covers and Simeon resumed reading his book by candlelight.

Despite that brief disruption, you could feel the tension of the day rolling off of you as you settled into your own bed, replacing your pillow and cuddling into the comforter once more, everything fading to black as your eyes slipped closed.

You drifted off to sleep in a cloud of lavender and vanilla and something herbal you couldn't quite place…

***

You woken up way too soon by a knock at the bedroom door.

“Come in!” Asmo sang cheerfully. He'd already been awake for a while, having completed his morning skincare routine, now putting the finishing touches on his makeup as he hummed to himself.

The door swung open and Lucifer stepped into the room.

“Good morning, Lucifer,” Simeon stretched as he woke, greeting his former brother. “You're up bright and earlier than I’m used to. That’s two days in a row.”

“With good reason,” said Lucifer, his voice gruff from the earliness of the hour but his appearance pristine, “Breakfast will begin in twenty minutes, I trust none of you will be late, especially the two of you under my charge?”

“I’m almost ready,” Asmo said, twirling once in front of the bathroom mirror. “Oh but look at them, still snoozing away. It’s like we have another Belphie on our hands.”

You were still snuggled into the comforter.

It felt like it had been no more than a few minutes since you went to bed last night. Like Lucifer had dealt with Mammon and returned right away. Confused, you tried to will your eyes to open, but they wouldn't. Your mind was awake, and you could hear everything that was going on. But you were still tired.

It wouldn't take you that long to get ready, five more minutes of sleep would be fine…

Lucifer nudged your shoulder. “MC, wake up.”

“Mmh…” You rolled over in bed and sunk deeper into the covers, not being able to find the words to answer Lucifer or send him away.

With a sigh, he knelt at your bed, leaning over your sleeping form. The lingering scent of Asmo’s pillow spray wafted over you with his movement.

“Not a morning person? Well neither am I,” Lucifer’s low voice whispering in your ear would have sounded seductive if he didn't follow it up with a mild threat, “Downstairs in twenty minutes or I’ll have Beel eat your portion of breakfast.”

It didn't matter, your eyes still wouldn't open and your limbs felt heavy and useless. You couldn't get out of bed and you didn't really want to. It was too early for this, though you didn't know what time it was. You just knew you needed to sleep longer.

Your enchanted bracelet buzzed away on your ankle, feeling like a light shock of electricity, a zap running up your leg. But you began to tune it out. You were so… So sleepy…

Lucifer sniffed the air as he stood between your bed and Asmo’s. “Is that Nightfog oil?”

“Hmm?” Asmo was busy gazing into his own eyes in the mirror. “Oh, yes it is. It’s in that new pillow spray I got from Savonne,” he indicated the spray bottle on the bedside table, “Doesn't it just smell lovely?”

Lucifer gave an exasperated sigh, “Asmodeus, you can't use Nightfog oil around humans, not without taking extreme care. It’s too potent.”

“What? How was I supposed to know?” Asmo squeaked.

“You would know if you paid attention in Applied Magical Potions last semester,” Lucifer picked up the glass bottle and squinted to read the ingredients list. There was no warning label. He would have to inform Diavolo so the oversight could be corrected. “It can cause somnolence, and in large doses, prolonged sleep. You only used it on your own bed, correct?”

“Huh?” Asmo didn't realize he was gripping the edge of the countertop so tightly until he heard a faint pop sound and looked down to see the cracks spiderwebbing from his fingertips across the surface. He pushed off from the counter and went to dig in his makeup bag for some nail polish to fix a chipped nail. “Yes, I… It wasn't a very large dose, I just sprayed it a few times on the sheets.”

“They had no direct contact with it?”

Asmo shook his head, avoiding Lucifer’s eye as he twisted open the bottle of pink nail polish, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice, “Th-they should be ok then, right?”

Lucifer shook you a bit harder to see if you would stir. “Direct contact or ingestion is when Nightfog oil is at its most…” He chose his words carefully, noticing Asmo’s anxiety, “Efficacious. The fact that it’s been diluted with other ingredients is also good but…” You just continued to sleep, now snoring lightly.

“Oh dear,” Simeon came to your bedside. “Is there something we can do? I would offer to give them a blessing but I don’t think that would be wise to do within the Demon Lord’s castle.”

“No, it wouldn't be.” Lucifer scrubbed his face with his hand. This was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with right now, especially at this hour. He waved toward the bed behind him, “We have to remove the stimuli. Strip the sheets and pillows from Asmo’s bed and have the little Ds come collect them. They’ll need to be replaced.” He got up and threw open the window while Simeon dealt with the bedding.

Asmo chewed on his lip as he watched from the bathroom doorway as Lucifer performed a spell to neutralize and expel the remaining scent. A light breeze rustled the sheets of your bed.

Lucifer moved to wake you again, rather aggressively if his body language was anything to go by, when Simeon laid a hand on his shoulder and took his place, kneeling by your side.

“MC, dear,” He brushed your hair out of your face, “It’s time to wake up.”

At Simeon’s caress, you began to stir. He helped you to sit up in bed as you stretched and woke.

“Nightfog oil, huh.” You grumbled, rubbing your tired eyes.

Asmo’s shoulders sagged in relief, as did Lucifer’s.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and reached down to massage your calf, the shock from your bracelet only just beginning to fade.

“Crisis averted.” Lucifer shot Asmo a pointed look, “I think we can forgo punishment this time since it seems to have been an accident. The last thing I need is for Diavolo to complain that I’m being too hard on you again.”

“Again?” Asmo asked.

He picked up the bottle of pillow spray, ignoring Asmo’s question, “However, I'm confiscating this so you don’t accidentally put MC under a hundred years’ restless sleep.” He slipped it into his pocket with a wry smile as the clock tower chimed a quarter to the hour. Lucifer caught your eye, “Fifteen minutes.” And swept out the door.

You stood and stumbled your way to the bathroom to get ready, nearly bumping into Asmo.

Something strange crossed over Asmo’s face, but it was gone as soon as it came, “Oh my,” He giggled nervously as he took in your bed head and bleary, dark rimmed eyes, glaring right at him.

With a quick nod, he shoved a jar of eye cream into your hands and hurried after Lucifer.

***

The magic eye cream Asmo let you borrow made you look well-rested, but you were practically falling asleep at the breakfast table.

When Diavolo caught you yawning as you filled your plate, he recommended Assam tea and personally poured you a cup. You were sure you saw Lucifer laughing behind his hand when he saw your reaction to your first sip, but he hid it well, falling back into polite conversation before you could call him out.

You’d only been able to choke down the bitter tea once you added copious amounts of honey (of the non-poisonous variety, Mammon wouldn't pass you the jar until he’d made sure of that, despite Barbatos informing him he'd only set the table with human-safe options) and milk to it. The tea did give you a little caffeine buzz and helped you feel more alert, but sleep’s siren call still tempted you in the recesses of your mind.

“All right, it's time to explain what we have planned for day two of our retreat.” Lucifer said, standing at the head of the breakfast table once everyone had finished eating.

“A scavenger hunt, right?” said Simeon.

“Yes, we'll be having a scavenger hunt.” Lucifer confirmed. “Each group will be given riddles to solve. Each riddle hints at one of the works of art or historical items here in the castle. Once you figure out the answer, you find and take a picture of the item in question. The things you learned during yesterday's tour of the castle should come in handy as you try solving your riddles.” He passed out itemized lists to everyone.

“We're doing this in groups, huh? In that case, I'm groupin' up with MC.” Mammon reached for your hand.

“Why don't we just say that the groups will be made up of the same people you share a room with?” Diavolo suggested.

Mammon growled, there was no arguing with the prince, not while Lucifer was there. He stomped away to join his group as everyone left the table, lists in hand.

Simeon helped you up from your chair, while Asmo hovered at a distance, waiting as the other groups dispersed in random directions.

“Since you actually got to finish the tour yesterday, Simeon, you’ll have to lead.” You said.

“Of course, I’d be happy to,” said Simeon. He scanned down the list thoughtfully. “Hm, Let’s start with the difficult things first.” He chose a riddle at the bottom of the list and read it through a few times. “The answer to this one is… The enchanted moondial in the back garden.”

“Alright,” Asmo gave a mock salute and took off, not waiting for either of you.

With a shrug, you took Simeon’s offered hand and the two of you followed after him.

**

Cross-posted on AO3

[otomefoxystar]

Moving Forward - Chapter 7

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing : Satan X OC ( Paisley)

Genre: Angsty Fluff

When they entered purgatory hall, Luke and Simeon were overjoyed to see Paisley, but Solomon put up his hand for them to not overwhelm her. “There’s an extra bedroom; you can settle in.” Solomon put her bag on the bed and shut the door gently to allow her privacy. He confronted the two angels. Simeon had a concerned look on his face. “This isn’t a fun visit, is it?” Solomon swallowed. “She needs to get away for a couple days; she’s hurting and needs to get her mind off things. I thought we could watch some movies.” Luke nodded with a slight smile. Paisley opened the door dressed in some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. She looked so relaxed. 

The following morning, Paisley slept better than she had in what felt like weeks. She had been relieved to see a television in the room. It could be standard to have a TV in the bedrooms. She wasn’t sure but was thankful nonetheless. Solomon had secretly cast a slumber spell to aid in her sleep. It was decided the night before that they would all go to Hell’s Kitchen for breakfast. However, Solomon had other ideas. Before Simeon or Luke were even ready, Solomon dragged her out of purgatory hall, not giving them a chance to join. He needed to talk to her privately; Luke and Simeon would come to find them when they realized the two of them had gone out ahead of them. Which gave him ample time to speak to her.

As they waited for their breakfast, Solomon drank his juice; setting the cup down, he asked, “Have you ever considered taking your studies a step further?” She looked at him, baffled, “I don’t know what you mean.” Solomon smiled, “If you’re willing, I’d like to teach you magic; you could be my apprentice and become a sorcerer in your own right.” She looked at him, contemplating what he had just offered. “What’s bringing this on?” Solomon swirled his drink by holding his finger above the cup, not touching it. “I can sense magic in you; I believe I can teach you. What do you say, Paisley?” She mulled over the idea for a moment. It could be a chance to move on from what happened with Satan. Spend time with Solomon, give her the tools to defend herself when she returns home, and then figure out how to get out of there for good and never look back.

“Okay, let’s do it.” She nodded. Solomon stopped swirling the liquid in his cup, looked at her with a smile, and put his hand atop hers, “I’m looking forward to it.” She gave him a little smile, “There you are; I haven’t seen you smile in Days.” if he had to be honest, she mostly smiled when she was around Satan; he brought a part of her out that was usually hidden. He wondered if she knew how much she loves Satan? Or maybe she does and is doing her best to move on? He would be there for her no matter what inner turmoil she was going through. 

 She sighed. “I know, it’s just a lot has happened then Satan left, and it was reminiscent of home. It never stops. Something awful is always happening.” Solomon listened quietly while she got her heavy feelings off her chest. “I thought I had finally found a family then everything changed.” He sat up straight, “We’ve always been close, right? Other than Asmo, you’re my closest friend.” She smiled, “You’re mine, besides Beel. Sorry we haven’t hung out much till now.” she sighed, “I think you should know about my life. Especially if we’re going to work closely together. You need to understand why I am the way I am.” Solomon’s brown eyes searched hers, “If you insist, but I won’t push.” She shook her head. “I know, and I appreciate that. I was a slave to my parents. I never knew when it was coming; I’d be dragged down to the basement and tied up. I’d be whipped over and over sometimes until I bled. That was my life, my solace? School, at least I had that, and now? They won’t let me go to college; they won’t let me get a job. I’m stuck.”

Solomon was speechless. “Why don’t you just leave?” She ran her hands through her hair. “How? I have no money, nowhere to go. Going back scares me; I never want to go back there.” Solomon took her hand, “You won’t. I’ll protect you always. We can stay together and move far away from there.” She looked at him awestruck, “You’d do that?” He smiled. “Like you need to ask, of course.” She gave him an awkward smile, “I’m sorry your life has been so hard. A child should be loved and nurtured, not afraid and beaten. Life has not been fair for you.” she sighed, “It’s been hard. That’s for sure, I didn’t know happiness. Not until I came here and met everyone. I know I’m distant and stay in my room a lot, but I’m trying.” He shook his head. “That is understandable.” She took in a deep breath, “Then this whole thing with Asmo and Satan, it’s almost unbearable.” Paisley sipped her juice, “Has Asmo told you?” Solomon shook his head, “All he said was that it was your sorry to tell.” She put the juice down, “I don’t know if I’m relieved or mad at that, but I think my hurt has turned to anger, even towards Satan.” Finally, the food was brought out, and the steaming pancakes had both their mouths watering. “Thank you,” Solomon said politely to the waitress. “That’s why you’re suddenly brimming with magic; emotions are tied to magic; it’s just how it is. I don’t know the context of what happened between the three of you, but I’m sure your anger is justified.” She deeply breathed, “I don’t know why I want to tell you everything right now.” She laughed. “Weird. Anyways I’ll tell you. Asmo gave Satan and me a smoothie that apparently was supposed to bring us closer. It brought us closer for sure; we slept together, and neither of us remembers a thing. Satan’s wrath was so uncontrollable that he could’ve killed Asmo.” Solomon dropped his fork, then he picked it back up. “Paisley, I thought you were. “

“A virgin?” She interrupted, “Yeah, not anymore, and I don’t even remember it.” Solomon sat back and ran his hand through his hair in exasperation. “That’s a lot to take in.” She cleared her throat, “It felt good to tell someone, though.” The corner of his lip lifted slightly at her comment, but then she frowned. “The worst part is that Satan left that same night.”

“It’s only been three days?” She nodded. “I’m sorry this happened, especially after all you’ve gone through already.” He smiled at her. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this.” She breathed out in relief. “Like you said, you’re my closest friend, probably my best friend.” Solomon studied her, wondering how one person could endure so much and not be entirely destroyed? She certainly wasn’t. Still, there were things about her that were obviously from years of abuse. 

“There you guys are! You left without us,” Luke said as Simeon followed. “Sorry, Luke, I wanted to talk to Paisley alone for a bit.” Luke frowned. “You’re hogging Paisley.” Simeon touched Luke’s arm. “Solomon and Paisley are allowed to have a private conversation,” Luke grumbled. “I suppose,” he said under his breath. The light-hearted conversation with the three of them had sufficiently taken her mind off everything, and she felt lighter as if things could improve. That the hole in her heart and the anger she held could be healed.

When they returned, Solomon exited his room and held a book. He handed it to her. She looked at the book in her hands, then back to him. He laughed. “With magic, you must read a lot; this is your first assignment. Read the first three chapters, and tomorrow, we’ll have your first lesson after classes. But for today, let’s just enjoy each other’s company.” She smiled, “Thank you.” Solomon watched her as she put it in her bag, excited to start this magical journey with her.

[mageofseven]

Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 11

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

It was a few hours later when all of the younger brothers were home that Lucifer rounded them all up in the living room.

The younger brothers were on the couches; Belphie laying down with his head on Beel's lap, Asmo sitting cross-legged, and Levi sitting on the arm of the couch while Satan sat in Lucifer's armchair simply because he could.

Ignoring his son, Lucifer announced that some changes have and will occur here on out.

Mammon couldn't hear him though.

As they stood next to the oldest, the pregnant demon suddenly felt a shock in their brain causing their vision to darken and (kinda?) reappear.

"How the fuck did you manage to get knocked up?"

"Belphegor!" Lucifer scolded the youngest, only causing the sloth demon to sit up.

"Wasn't the first time bad enough? Why do we have deal with another kid?" Belphie complained. "How did you even manage this?"

"Mammon? Mammon?"

Suddenly, the second sibling realized they were pressed against the wall, panting with their heart trying to beat out of their chest.

Lucifer was hovering over them in concern as his other brothers stared at them like a weirdo.

What...what just happened? The dude isn't sure, only knew that they were left feeling like they were just pulled aboved water after a lifetime among the waves and even that description made no sense to them.

"I...I'm fine."

"Are you--"

"I just--can we finish this?"

Their words came out ruder than they meant them to and despite their brother's kindness streak, part of the younger ones were waiting for Luce to at least threaten to to string Mammon up for their tone.

Instead, Lucifer pursed his lips before nodding and making sure his sibling could stand on their two feet properly before turning to address the others.

"As I was saying..." The oldest continued. "We have some...upcoming changes in the family."

A few of the brothers raised their eyebrows.

Belphie smirked.

"What, are you popping out another kid or something?" He aimed at Lucifer, being a brat as usual.

The oldest scowled at him.

"I am not the one having the baby this time." He told Belphie firmly. "It's Mammon; he--they are pregnant and need support from all of us for now on."

The sloth demon's eyes went wide as he looked at the greed demon.

"How the fuck did you manage to get knocked up?"

"Belphegor!" Lucifer scolded the youngest, only causing the sloth demon to sit up.

"Wasn't the first time bad enough? Why do we have deal with another kid?" Belphie complained. "How did you even manage this?"

Wait...

They saw this before; they know they did. What the hell?

Mammon couldn't even bring themself to feel the full brunt of their pain right now because of the confusion.

Ignoring his 'brother's' attitude about his own birth, Satan spoke up.

"So you changed your own form?" He asked curiously; unlike the former angels, he never saw this as a bad thing. "Did you do this in order to conceive or was there something about this part that you simply preferred?"

Mammon...honestly, his mouth just kinda hung open and made some stuttery sounds at first; in truth, he didn't think anyone would ask him such a question and so calmly at that.

"Well, of course it's 'cause he likes it!" Asmo declared, smiling brightly. "I know I love it when I switch for my partners~"

Yeah, somehow no one in the room is surprised by this information.

Still.

"I'm still right! There's no way they don't like it!" The fifth brother turned back to the blonde. "You should definitely try it~"

"Asmo, it's 'they'." Lucifer explained. "Mammon prefers to go by 'they' instead of 'he'."

Satan blush.

"I think I'll pass..."

Suddenly, Mammon felt it again; an electric shock through his brain followed by the feeling of being plunged into water.

"Are we really okay with this all happening again?" Belphie yelled. "Another baby to become a family project?"

"That's not--"

"Do you think Mammon actually knows a freaking thing about being a parent? He-they-whatever the fuck they wanna be called, are known for slacking off, on dropping the work on the rest of us." He argued. "He didn't even do much work back when Satan was a kid. How will this be any different?"

"Because this is his own child--" Luce argued back.

"And watched him make it a problem for the rest of us."

"Birdie? Birdie?"

This time Mammon came to, they were called back by their boyfriend's voice. When Barb got there, Mammon wasn't sure, but thank the devil for his presence.

The pregnant demon found themself on the floor, aching side to the wood as their head was cradled in Barbatos' lap.

"Barb...I don't want my brain to work anymore..."

If the situation wasn't so serious, their brothers would likely make a joke like 'did it ever?'.

Luckily, they all had enough restraint as their poor sibling's vision went dark.

[projectbluearcadia]

Wait, You Like Cuddles Too?

Mammon: Hey, Annie, what’d you say to Lucifer anyway?

Annelie: I didn’t say anything to him, Mammary. 

Mammon: Stop callin’ me that. But’cha obviously said somethin’ to him because he’s not actin’ like he normally does ‘round ya. 

Annelie: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Asmo: They’re obviously avoiding each other~

Annelie: I’m not avoiding him. He’s avoiding me. 

Asmo: Then why’d you jump into my room when he walked past, hm~?

Annelie: Because you had my nail polish. 

Satan: Which you said he could have. 

Annelie: ...why are you picking on me?

Satan glances up from the book he’s reading.

Satan: Because Lucifer likes you.

Annelie: That’s a terrible reason. 

Satan: I think it’s perfectly valid. 

Annelie: Whatever you say, Mom.

Mammon and Asmo laugh while Satan glares at Annelie as she stands up.

Annelie: I’m taking an early night, so try not to throw a party. 

Satan: Night. 

Mammon: Hah. Lame. 

Asmo: Sweet dreams, cutie pie~

Annelie makes her way to her room, and her hand is on the door when her D.D.D. suddenly rings. She stares at the screen for several moments before she answers. 

Annelie: What’s up? I’m about to go to bed. 

No, resist the urge to mock. Resist. It might actually be important. 

Lucifer: That’s convenient. 

Annelie: Was that sarcasm?

Lucifer: I’ll be back in about 10 minutes; I want you in my room before I get back. 

Annelie: Why? Lucif—that little shit hung up on me. 

Annelie hesitates in front of her door for several moments before before she starts walking in the direction of the stairs. 

Well, he’s talking again, so I’ll indulge him a little and be obedient. 

She enters Lucifer’s room and smiles. She plops onto his bed and stretches, cracking her back. 

It’s funny how comforting this room is. It’d be nice to take a little siesta on his bed again, but he’ll probably make me get up before I have the chance to get to sleep... 

Annelie makes herself at home regardless. 

Eh. He never said anything saying I couldn’t. 

She relaxes and deeply inhales, curling up with one of Lucifer’s pillows as she dozes into the beginning stages of sleep. As expected however, Lucifer opens the door before she can fall unconscious. 

Lucifer: Now why do I feel a sense of deja vu?

Annelie: Mm... Haven’t the foggiest. What did you want me for? I’m drowsy. 

Lucifer: So am I. 

Lucifer takes off his coat, loosens his tie and sits on the bed.

Annelie: Is that supposed to answer my question?

Lucifer: ...I thought I should apologize for my childish behavior. 

Annelie: You? Apologize?

Lucifer: Yes. I thought you’d enjoy sleeping here. You can even assure yourself that I won’t leave in the middle of the night to work. 

Leave in the middle of the night... assure myself... sleeping here... wait. No way. 

Annelie: ...you want to sleep together? And you don’t care that I’ll grab you in my sleep? 

Lucifer: Yes. 

Annelie: I’ve broken him. Diavolo, I’ve broken him. 

Lucifer: Don’t be so dramatic.

Lucifer eventually relaxes onto his back, and Annelie rolls onto her side to look at him. 

Lucifer: What?

Annelie: Is that even comfortable?

Lucifer: Yes. 

Annelie: Don’t you get hot?

Lucifer glances at her. 

Lucifer: I’m not feeling apologetic enough to take my clothes off for you. 

Annelie: Don’t flatter yourself; Beel’s ripped abs tempt me a lot more. 

Lucifer: Oh really?

Annelie: Really. 

Lucifer suddenly steals Annelie’s pillow and wraps his arms around her. 

Annelie: Wow, Luci’s all over me. 

Lucifer: Don’t call me that. 

Annelie: I never would have guessed you were a cuddle bear.

Lucifer: So what if I am?

Annelie: Dunno. Kind of makes me happy. 

Lucifer: Happy?

Annelie: Something we have in common I guess.

Lucifer: Hmph. Do you think that excuses you for trying to make me jealous?

Annelie: Was I trying to make you jealous?

Lucifer: I know what your type is; don’t think you can lie to me. 

Annelie: You’re right; my type is Diavolo. 

Lucifer: If you want me to punish you, there are more straightforward ways to ask. 

Lucifer lets his fingers stray down her back. 

Annelie: Lucifer, move your hand back up, you little shit. 

Lucifer: And what if I said no?

Annelie: Then I’d say you’re a perverted old ma—

Annelie yelps as Lucifer squeezes her buttocks. 

Annelie: Leave my ass alone!

Lucifer: Then stop trying to irritate me and go to sleep. 

Annelie: Maybe I should leave if you’re going to be an immature brat. 

Although I don’t really want to when I was just getting comfortable...

Lucifer: I don’t think so. 

Lucifer squeezes her closer. 

Annelie: Ugh... don’t take the stuffing out of your teddy bear. 

He chuckles. 

Lucifer: Should I start calling you that? Teddy bear?

Annelie makes a face. 

Annelie: ...please just call me Annelie. You don’t have to giggle like that; it’s not that funny. 

Lucifer: Of course it isn’t. 

Lucifer continues laughing regardless as they eventually fall asleep together. 

[wihellib]

I think it’s been established well enough in all the game material that the 4 Kings were indeed all friends when they were younger (even though Levi would disagree, but we know that he’s a liar).

My guess is that Satan and Beel hung out the most with just the each other, because they’re more healthy and high energy. (Also there’s that mini comic with just the two of them and Gusion). Mammon and Levi less so. Mammon because he was sickly and Levi because he wanted to pretend he didn’t care. But they all played together when Mammon could convince his father to let him go and when they managed as a group to drag Levi out of his coffin.

As a side note, I find it very funny in the comic when Mammon is questioning if Satan and Beel are bullying Levi while he’s an actively carrying Levi’s coffin.

I find the Kings as children to be adorable. And I really wish that at some point there will be a silly little event of some of their childish shenanigans and tomfoolery.

Refreshers!: Levi's selfie comic

So I was poking around on the comics I have because I honestly miss them, and Levi's selfie comic has me trying to piece together all the king's childhood dynamics.

From this comic alone it seems that only Satan and Beel hung out with Leviathan when he was younger and that they only recently started including Mammon? Except....

this part here looks like a flashback of when they used to do this often to him as children but we see Mammon in the back???

From his backstory it really seems like Mammon stayed in Tartaros alot due to his chronic illnesses. So technically he wouldn't be part of the shenanigans until much later.

Because as you see above the rest of the comic is showing them as their adult selves (note that one of Mammon's horns are missing and he's at his full height) and still pulling pranks on Levi.

This is what confuses me the most when PB does things with the story lore when it comes to ages and timelines because it's implied that they were all the same age, all hung out together, and yet in Mammon's backstory it seems like he was isolated from his peers and never hung out with them probably until adulthood.

For the sake of the comic I'm just going to say that perhaps Mammon did go out sometimes but usually under supervision so that's why he was able to hang out with the other kings and play games.

Papa Bimet most likely traveled with him, and this must mean the other kings (probably not Beel because he seems like he would sneak off) were accompanied by their father's nobles when they had playdates like the one in this comic.

But that's me trying to make sense of it all. I wanna write more childhood Au's for the kings but trying to follow the canon is messing me up lmao

[kaalamarii]

Kinktober Day 3

BeelzebubxFemMC 

(I know I usually do gn but I thought this worked better as fem)

Shower Sex && (kind of) sthenolagnia 🖤

NSFW!!!! 18+

MC was practically drooling as she watched Beelzebub sitting at the lat machine, lifting an impressive amount of weight, the muscles in his arms and back flexing deliciously. Sweat dripped down his handsome face and MC watched as it trickled down his neck and shoulder. He looked up at her and gave her a sweet smile. 

“Aren’t you going to work out?” he asked.

“I already did.”

“You walked on the treadmill for a few minutes. You don’t want to do anything else?”

You.

MC shrugged. “Yeah, I’m more here to hang out.”

Beel finished his rep and stood, reaching out to grab the towel hanging off the machine. He wiped his face and neck off and threw it over his shoulder. MC took advantage of him not being able to see her and checked him out, eyes traveling from his pecs to his abs to the bulge in his shorts. Feeling hot, she turned away to pretend to take a drink from their water bottle.

“I do enjoy hanging out with you,” Beel told her with another smile. “Wanna sit on my back while I do push ups?”

“O-okay,” MC agreed a bit too quickly, more than excited to get close with the gluttonous demon. 

Beelzebub crouched to the floor, straightening out into position and MC made her way over. She held onto his shoulder to steady herself as she swung a leg over him, straddling his hips. Hesitating for a moment, she ghosted her hands at his sides.

“You can hold on to me if you want,” he reassured her, looking up at her from the mirror in front of them.

MC swallowed the nervous lump in her throat before nodding, resting her hands on his sides. 

He was careful, taking care not to throw her around as he moved up and down. It wasn’t sexual, but it still felt intimate to MC, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed having her legs around him like this, skin to skin with the demon. He didn’t seem all that bothered by it, but actually, Beelzebub was all too aware of the closeness. His skin tingled under her hands, and her legs were soft and smooth against his hips. 

Beel pushed up, looking into the mirror to ponder over her. She really was beautiful, he thought. He smiled, thinking of how close they had gotten. He didn’t even want to eat her. 

Maybe in a different way. 

Beel turned red at the thought, and suddenly he was hit with the realization that her crotch was against him, and that if he turned around they’d be almost hip to hip. He looked away from the mirror, training his focus toward the floor instead. 

He pushed himself up a bit too quickly and MC let out a small yelp as she lost her balance, and tumbled backwards. Beel moved quickly, jumping to his feet and turning to catch the human. She looked up at him, amazed and slightly confused.

“Thanks,” she whispered, setting her sights on the strong arms around her. Her gaze moved up to his face, taking in his handsome features. 

Beel looked down at her, something in his eyes that she had never seen before. It was similar to the expression he got when he saw food yet different. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “MC?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

MC let out a quiet gasp and her eyes widened a bit. “Y-yes.”

Beel dipped down, pressing his lips gently on hers. His blush grew a darker shade as MC reached up to rest her hand on the back of his head, keeping him on her. He swiped his tongue against her lips, begging entrance, which she quickly obliged, opening her mouth to let him in. She moved her head to the side to allow him to deepen the kiss, and he took advantage, his tongue massaging hers. 

MC moved her fingertips gingerly up and down his chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of his shorts. He broke apart from her, standing up straight and letting go of her. She frowned as his arms left her body. 

“I’m sorry if I went too far…”

“You didn’t,” Beel replied, shaking his head. “I want to continue, but I need a shower.”

“Oh, right,” MC said with a chuckle.

“Do you want to shower with me, MC?”

She bit her lip, nodding. “I’d like that.”

Beel grinned, lifting her up and tossing her over his shoulder, and MC felt a jolt of excitement running through her body.

Beel wasted no time as they got into the showers, reaching a hand in to turn on the water as he used his other hand to drop MC from his shoulders to his waist, pressing her against the cold tiled wall and crashing his mouth onto hers once more. MC wrapped her legs around him as he toyed with the hem of her shirt, pulling away from her only to lift it over her head. He kissed down to her jaw, leaving a trail of pecks to her chest. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, lightly biting down before swiping his tongue across it. He went to the other one, repeating his movements. 

Beel lifted her up even further until he was face to face with her most sensitive areas. He looked up at her. “I want to taste you.”

MC nodded. “Yes, Beel. Please…”

He shocked her when he gripped the top of her shorts with his teeth, ripping them off of her and spitting them out onto the shower floor. Beel wasted no time diving in, pointed tongue teasing her swollen clit. He had to fight the urge to bite down as he dipped into her folds, the taste of her sweet and sticky like honey.

 MC’s head rolled back to rest against the wall and she let out a low moan at the demon’s talented mouth. Beel knew he was doing, that’s for sure. And he was more than eager, mouth sloppy and face messy with her juices as he ate her out. MC’s thighs tightened around his head, squeezing as her body shook with a violent orgasm. His mouth continued, and he didn’t seem fazed as her hands ran through his hair, pulling roughly as she thrashed around, riding his face as she came.

Out of all the things he had ever eaten, he could’ve sworn nothing tasted as good as she did. Beel could never tell her exactly how gluttonous she made him feel. How just like with food, the more he got of her, the more he wanted. It was never enough, and he himself feared for a moment that he wouldn’t be able to stop, taking her until her fragile human body was completely destroyed. He was grateful for the small amount of angel left in him, the gentle side of him that let his love for her take over instead of his gluttony.

Still, he was so enamored with licking her that she had to give him a slight smack to his arm. “Beel, it’s too sensitive right now. You gotta stop.”

He looked at her, blinking as he considered her words. He nodded, helping her back down to his waist, where his hard cock was ready and waiting for her. MC was nervous at the feel of it, wondering how much of him she’d actually be able to take. Beelzebub sensed her apprehension. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want.”

“I do want to. You’re just…”

Beel frowned. “I’m what?”

“So...BIG.”

His frown quickly turned to a smirk. He turned her around so she was facing away from him and gently bit down on her shoulder. “I’ll be gentle.”

MC nodded and shut her eyes as he slowly pushed into her. He paused for a moment, watching her face, waiting patiently for her to get used to the feeling of him inside her. He lightly pinched her clit between his fingers, rolling it. She moaned, her body moving against him and taking even more of him in. Beel grabbed the shower head from the wall and pressed it against her. 

The water pressure was a shock at first but she quickly felt pleasure in it, her hips moving to get more of it and more of Beel. He continued holding the shower head to her as he thrusted into her, stretching her out more and more until she was filled to the brim. The head of his cock rubbed against her cervix, sending a pleasurable pain through her. 

“You alright?” he asked her.

“Yes, fuck yes.”

He grinned at her swearing. 

“Harder,” she whimpered and he obliged, his thrusts getting more intense. His sin was starting to take over and he upped the water pressure. The small jets beat against her clit roughly and between that and being so full of Beel’s cock, MC knew she wouldn’t last long.

She called out his name loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came on his large cock. The shower head was quickly forgotten as Beel dropped it to the floor, putting his arms on her shoulders to keep her on him as he felt his own dam break. 

Beel moaned out loud as he came, shooting large hot loads into her. 

As they finished, Beel gently set her down. Now blushing as he picked up the shower head and replaced it, he was a stark contrast from the demon she had seen just a moment ago.

“I hope that was good for you,” he said, looking at her hopefully.

“That was fucking amazing,” MC replied with a laugh, pulling the demon down to kiss him.

“I guess we need to shower for real now,” Beel said with a smile, “I’ll wash you.”

He was so gentle as he soaped up her body, massaging her sore muscles and kissing the small bruises he left behind.

“You wanna go to Hell’s kitchen?” MC asked as he shampooed her hair.

“You know what? I’m actually not hungry right now.”

My Masterlist

[absolutepokemontrash]

✨ STUPID HEADCANON ✨

MC gets kidnapped by a cult that worships the brothers, and while the cult leader is monologuing about how MC is going to be sacrificed to the great seven lords of Hell, this poor human is just sitting there like “Damn this is gonna be hella awkward once I summon the brothers during the most dramatic moment”.

Cult Leader: We call upon our seven demonic princes of the Devildom to accept this sacrifice-

MC: Princes? Ugh, I almost forget those bastards are royalty. Though, it does explain why Mammon is always so iffy about doing his own laundry.

Cult Leader: What-

MC: Nononono, don’t mind me, continue on. Sorry for the interruption.

Cult Leader: …ahem. We call upon Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

MC: Pfft, sleepy brat probably isn’t even listening right now.

Cult Leader (getting annoyed): We call upon Beelzebub, the feared Avatar of Gluttony-

MC: Oh, shit, you might not wanna call upon Beel, if he finds out you’re bothering me you all might end up as second breakfast.

Cult Leader: AND WITHOUT FURTHER INTERRUPTIONS. We ask Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust to-

MC: You’re not even going to give Asmo an extra compliment? At least call him the “divinely beautiful” Avatar of Lust.

Cult Leader: WE SUMMON THE VERY VERY SCARY AVATAR OF WRATH AS WELL.

MC (remembering how the last time they hung out with Satan he started spontaneously weeping because he remembered the sad ending of a book he read): …yeah. Hella scary, that one.

Cult Leader: And the Avatar of Envy, the master strategist, Leviathan!

MC: Master strategist? You know what? I’ll give you that, that one checks out.

Cult Leader: And the Avatar of Greed Mammon-

MC: My first man :D

Mammon: Hell yeah, human! Up top!

The cult: …AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

MC: Wow, they didn’t even get to Lucifer. How’d you get here so fast, Mam?

Mammon: Oh, I just heard you refer to me as your first man, as ya should, obviously, and I was so happy I decided to pop in and give ya some positive reinforcement. Now where’s my high five?

MC: I’m tied to this alter thing.

Mammon: Oh shit, ya are-

[l3viat8an]

The kids as teens trying to sneak out of the house.

Beel’s kid: Are you sure no one noticed

Max: Positive.

Lucifer’s kid: We’re all dying to see this concert and the drinks are free.

Asmo’s kid: Our first taste of alcohol

Belphie’s kid: I just hope we make it at home in time

Levi’s kid: please, what’s the worse that could happen?

As soon as they said that, they were all magically strung up.

Satan’s kid: You were saying?

For those who don’t know Max is Mammon’s kid! + let’s be real it’s a very dysfunctional, functioning family-

Lucifer:*Stepping out of the shadows* Really what were you saying? and before you answer that, keep in mind this will affect how long you hang there. 

MC:*Also walking over to the kids and trying to hide a smile* Oh, lighten up Lucifer! Or are you really trying to tell me you never snuck out as a kid?

Satan: Knowing how much of a stuck up ass he is, I’m sure he didn’t.

Lucifer: I didn’t, because I was setting an example for my younger siblings.

Asmo: That never stopped us from sneaking out-

Max: Hello??? Kids still hanging upside down over here!!

Levi: Yea, and you deserve it. You know sneaking out after curfew isn’t allowed.

Lucifer’s kid: Duh, it if was aloud we wouldn’t be sneaking.

MC: Hey, don’t take that tone with your father.

Mammon: Wait, I heard ya sayin’ something about alcohol? Just steal some from Lucifer’s liquor cabinet like the rest of us.

MC:*Groaning* Mammon no- that’s bad! And Lucifer’s not supposed to know we do that!……..not that I’ve ever done it-

Belphie: So are we leaving them hanging over night? or letting them down and yelling at them tomorrow?

Beel: I don’t think we should leave them hanging….

Asmo’s kid: I’m with dad! We should be let down and go to bed!

Lucifer: No you should stay there and lean your lesson.

MC: Lucifer you’re not leaving my children hung up like meat overnight. Let them down. 

In the end the kids are let down, Lucifer starts one of his lectures™ about rule breaking and how sneaking out is bad, MC has to drag him to bed so the kids can go back to their rooms and in the morning it’s all more or less forgotten. Until the kids try to sneak out again anyways