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(AOEX) The Blood Of An Unwilling Covenant

PART 7 OF 8: Lucifer

(Yandere Platonic Demon Kings (Ba'al) x Reader)

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"Camera.. Check! Phone.. Check! Spare change of clothes.. Erm.."

Curtains half drawn over murky windows let light flood into the room, The early morning sun being not deterred by the soot dusting the window panes. It shone on the mess in the room, Shine rolling off ceramics and other illuminating surfaces.

Jars filled with demon bio-produce were piled up to the walls, Heavy-bound books of all sorts being just as tall. Clothes thrown everywhere, A mix of both hers and Lewins. All of it made for a gnarly sight and smell to come under.

But it was nothing compared to the current mess, If that was even possible. The old musty couch was strewn with more clothes than normal. TV still blaring some American cartoon as [F/N] paced back and forth between place to place.

She was somehow able to get around the place with relative ease. Opening up box after box stacked up top everywhere, Apartment still barely moved into.

"Heya.. You good there?" Lewin drawled as he watched [F/N] run back and forth to rummage through all the boxes in the room. Lewin himself was currently lazing upon the old burgundy couch, The one that had cushions torn and had been picked up on the side of the road by none other by the man himself.

[F/N] was almost foaming at the mouth, Even more so once she snapped her head over to him.

"Have you seen any of my clothes around here? I can't find the box with all my stuff in it- Ugh.." [F/N] winced once she drew her arm back out, A thick blue glow wrapped around it and hugging it tight with a slimy touch. A demon, And by the shape it took? No doubt a baby kraken.

Lewin, Ironically, Cracked a smile once he saw it.

"Oops, My bad!" He chuckled, Instantly raising a lazy hand to somehow shoo the demon away. "Linnaeus!"

And just as the demon had came, It had vanished at the summary of it's fatal verse. It seemed to writhe, Spasming and shaking before finally the grip around her loosened entirely. It fell, Hitting the floor as it's blue light started to flicker.

[F/N] looked at it's crumpled body, Disgust running through her features.

"Yeah, Keep your demons in their pens.. Damn it, Lew'.. This isn't the first time.." She scoffed, Pinching her brows with her now-free hand.

"Seriously.. You doin' good? I can see wrinkle lines appearing on your head." Lewin said, Gesturing to his own forehead hidden behind his mop of hair. She groaned, [F/N]'s eyes narrowing in on him.

"It's just.. I can't find my clothes and I need a separate pair in case these ones get ruined! Like I've already got my camera, A few notebooks.. Summoning papers, You know- But I still need my spare change and I can't find it for the life of me!" [F/N] exasperated, Sweat dusting her face.

"Don't you think you got enough?" Lewin said, Pointing over to the backpack sitting atop one of the heaps which so happened to be stuffed full of various items. All of which she listed, Including several other artefacts that seemed weird to where she'd be going.

"Not nearly! Since I wasn't able to go on the camping trip thing, I need to make sure I get everything right this time. It's gonna be a real big day for me!" [F/N] said as she turned back towards the boxes, Feverishly shifting through the contents once more.

Lewin grinned.

"Hah, You and me both.."

The True Cross Festival, The big day. Games, Dances, Fireworks, Food, Festivities. The event that every student in the school had been waiting for ever since they had been accepted into the institution.

Whispers of plans floated through the hallways, Excited chitters leading up to the day. God, [F/N] had been hearing it every second of the day just the week before. And now the big day was finally here.

For many it was a opportunity to ask out their crush due to the entry requirements, To others it was a time to relax and make memories. But to [F/N], It was a prime opportunity to investigate.

"Finally!" She grinned, Opening up another box to find all of her clothes packed neatly inside. Sweaters, Jeans and other types of accessories started to be yanked out of the box and into her arms.

Lewin watched as she piled another few pairs of clothing into her arms, Both for cold and hot weather and even another pair of underwear before hurriedly rushing over her bag and trying to stuff it all inside.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position on the old couch, Yawning lazily as he stretched.

"As I've said- You could really use to loose a few things in there, Ain't this suppose to be something you enjoy?" Lewin yawned once he finally stopped stretching, Staring at her from under his hair as she continued to try push the clothing into the overflowing bag.

"No- It's a way I can get more information about what's going down in there. Like the traitor and the blue night, The things we spoke about-" [F/N] said, Slightly wheezing as she tried to shove and shove everything down in there to no avail. Sweat gathering quicker on her face.

She tried once more, [F/N] pushing down the items on top.

All before she felt the arm of Lewin lightly tug at her wrist, Making her retract it quickly from her bag.

"Hey- What are you-"

"Oh yeah, Definetly overflowing.."

"Lewin- What are you doing?! Hey! Stop touching my stuff!"

"Keeping a few daggers in here? How'd you expect to get past security with all that?"

"Lewin stop it! It took ages to get everything in there! Stop it!"

"Okay, Maybe you can keep the summoning papers.."

"Thank you- HEY! That's my camera, Put it back! Put it back!"

"Aaaand, Ta-da!"

And just like that, The bag that [F/N] had so desperately tried to fill to the brim had depressed almost half it's weight before. Space now very much available inside, Only items spared being her general exorcism stuff and a few new things that Lewin had taken the liberty to throw in.

[F/N]'s jaw was as agape as her eyes, Staring into the new emptiness of her bag that Lewin had dared to meddle in.

"Lew'! Why the hell did you do that?! It took me ages to get everything in there, I need it all if I want to go snoop around in the school! You know, To help me get you evidence?!" [F/N] hissed as she placed her hands on her hips, Angrily staring up at Lewin who still had a lazy smile on his face.

He nodded, Scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, Yeah. And you've been working really hard to do that! I mean you've already helped lead me to one of the traitors, And trust me, I appreciate that a bunch.. But I think you need to calm down." Lewin said.

[F/N] frowned as she looked at him, Aghast in her eyes yet somehow still mellowing out. Just a few months ago he had specifically told her to do some digging, Now he was telling her to stop it?

[F/N] scoffed.

"But.. But wasn't this something you wanted me to do? You know, Investigate? You can't tell me to stop once I've got invested in it too!" [F/N] exclaimed, Stepping closer to him.

Ever since she had the meeting in Mephisto's office, [F/N] had became just as enthralled as Lewin was in the investigation. Ever since she had gotten that horrid feeling about him, [F/N] knew that she needed to dig in more.

Snooping around teachers rooms, Sifting through file cabinets not meant for her. She had already gotten information and passed it over to Lewin, So after all this work how could he just tell her not to go further?

Lewin sighed.

"But I also said that you should get some friends, And hey! You have with all those exwires! I'm just thinking that you spend this time bonding like you kids usually do." Lewin explained as he in turn stepped closer, The two of them now staring eye to eye.

"They're not my friends.. They're just my classmates.." [F/N] said, And even she knew it was a lie.

"Whatever you say, Ya' munchkin. Just go out and have fun, Forget about the investigation for a few hours and I promise I'll let you throw rocks at the traitor I'm about to catch later." Lewin promised, Playfully reaching out a hand with his pinkie stuck up.

[F/N] huffed, Almost about to comment on his childish behaviour before she brushed it off and wrapped a pinkie of her own around his.

"Whatever.. You better keep your promise though, I've been dying to throw rocks at someone for ages now." She pouted, Pinky finger still firmly wrapped around Lewin's own.

He grinned.

"Of course. You just go have fun, Buy me a souvenir and I'll come back and pick you up at ten, Afterwards we'll hit a burger joint and then I'll let you throw rocks at him. Sound good?" Lewin asked.

[F/N] smiled.

"Yeah.." She said, Trying not to show her grin as she shied her view away from him.

And just like that, The hand that Lewin had joined with [F/N]'s pulled her closer. And before [F/N] knew it his thick arms wrapped around her, Bringing her into a hug.

[F/N] was surprised, Muscles tensing up as she felt his head rest atop hers which was currently pushed into the side of his chest. Lewin had not often hugged her before, Never showed much affection other than playful little punches.

But here he was, Bringing her in without restraint. [F/N] barely even cared about his horrible stench, Not when a hand rested on the back of her head, Another on her back. And just maybe, She started to relax.

Only a little.

"Now go scamper outta here, You're gonna miss your bus!" Lewin laughed as he pulled away from her, The silence he had undertaken before now broken. [F/N] was still standing in slight shock, Eyes wide as she looked up at him.

She blinked, Snapping back into reality.

"R-Right!" [F/N] exclaimed, Finally catching eye of the clock on the far wall. [F/N] tried to gather her thoughts once she gathered her stuff, Grabbing her bag strap and tossing it over her shoulder.

"See you soon, Lew'!" [F/N] called out, Finally reaching the door and turning the knob as she stepped out. She waved goodbye to him and he waved back with a lazy smile, Watching as she sprinted out the door.

A yellow raincoat hanging untouched on the hanger by the door.

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"Hey, Guys! Over here!"

The sun was held bright in the sky, A beautiful sight with no clouds to be seen, Just pure cerulean blue.

The uproar of chatter was already in the air, Sounds of people frolicking around the newly made stalls was the only thing in earshot. Rich smells of meat sizzling and the saccharine scent of sugar was also the only thing you could smell, The festival already starting to gain traction.

"Is that [F/N]? I thought she said she wasn't coming?" Konekomaru said, Turning his head as he watched her run over to them, Smiling slightly at being proven wrong.

"Huh? Oh- I guess she changed her mind!"

The air was fresh, [F/N] could tell as it flew behind her as she pranced over to the group standing just outside the entrance to the festivities. Their figures instantly recognisable as she stuttered to a halt in front of them.

"[F/N]! Thought you said you weren't coming?" Shima exclaimed incredulously as he watched her keel over to catch a breath, Eyes wide as he looked her up and down in her sweater and jeans combo.

"Change of plans.. Turns out I can make it after all.." [F/N] wheezed as she wiped the sweat off of her brow, Lungs burning as she raised herself back up to meet the eyes of her group.

Shima, Bon and Konekomaru. The trio of her classmates stood there in their own outfits, Ready for the festival. [F/N] tried to give them the best smile she could, Trying not to make it look like she hadn't dressed like a slob compared to them.

Bon huffed, Folding his arms.

"Seriously? I thought you said that you were gonna study instead since, You know, You failed your last demonic pharmaceuticals test?" He said as he raised a brow, Looking her up and down with that all too familiar judgemental stare.

[F/N] scoffed.

"And miss all the fun? Yeah no, I came to my senses!" [F/N] laughed as she lightly punched Bon on the side of the arm, Who suppressed a smirk as he lightly shoved her back. [F/N] cackled as she stuck out her tongue at him.

Bon rolled his eyes.

"You still need to study!"

"You still need to shut the fuck up!"

"Calm down you two, You're gonna cause a scene!" Konekomaru said, Moving so he was a human-barrier between the two.

Shima shook his head, Dramatically tutting as he looked at the two.

"Yeah, Exactly! You're really killing the mood you know, How am I suppose to get with hot girls if you two are bickering the entire time in the background? I still need to find a girl to get with so I can go to the dance festival later!" Shima whined as he gestured to the crowds packed behind him, All already enjoying the activities of the festival.

"Erm, I'm a girl?" [F/N] said, Gesturing to herself.

"I said hot girls, [F/N]." Shima replied with an innocent smile.

"HEY!"

[F/N] threw an insult back at Shima, To which Shima gave a passive-aggressive response. They barely even noticed when they got dragged off into the festival, Bon groaning as he lugged both [F/N] and Shima along with him, Konekomaru trying his best to calm the two down.

Only snapped out of it once the blaring noise caught up with her, A light shove by Bon and the smell of enticing meats. Blinking once she realised she was surrounded by a crowd and hundreds of stalls that seemed to muddle on the horizon.

She gulped, Sweat running down her brow with a slight smile.

This was gonna be a long day.

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"Aw man.. Never thought I'd say this, But it's good to get away from all the noise.. Huh?"

The sky was dark, Coloured the deepest of ebony blues and starless with all the light below. Unlike the morning there was a noticeable chill in the air, Either due to the passing time or the new altitude which the two had reached.

That saccharine scent was still lingering in the air, Beautiful tastes of all the food she had eaten still on her tongue. It was all so overwhelming to her, Even now as she stared down at the lights of the stalls did she still feel a rush.

One thing to the next, Perpetual motion. [F/N] had moved from stall to stall, Done party game after party game, Went through every classes activity set up from the festival and had laughed and screamed all the same.

They had met with Rin at his food stall and laughed along with him, They had went through the horror house and had gotten a good laugh when she watched Shima get scared by Shiemi. Izumo too they had passed not even a few minutes ago, Still lingering close by.

They had also lost Bon and Konekomaru somewhere else in the crowd, Konekomaru most likely going to talk with his date and Bon could be just about anywhere. So now it was just Shima and her, After everything that happened..

Dizzying, [F/N] felt. She sipped on the straw of the chocolate shake and let the taste try to calm her, Still cold in her hands and dripping down moisture from the sides. It helped, If only a little bit.

"You could say that again.. I mean, How many girls did you try to ask out?" [F/N] said to Shima as she lightly strolled beside him, High above the stalls in the higher part of the city. Looking lightly over the stone balcony to all the chaos below.

"Ugh! I can't even count and I usually always make sure to remember all the pretty faces I talk to!" Shima exasperated as he dragged his feet alongside her, Seemingly just as worn out from the celebrations as she was.

[F/N] rolled her eyes, Continuing to slurp on her milkshake.

"Just how much stuff I bought on it's own..! You know, My master insisted on emptying my bag before I got here and I'm actually kinda glad he did, Otherwise I wouldn't be able to carry all this.." [F/N] sighed as she readjusted the heaving backpack weighing her down, All stuffed to the brim with all the merchandise she knew her and Lewin would like.

He had slipped his card into her backpack, Something she had found out when rummaging through it. He had trusted her enough to spend his money wisely, Or more accurately trusted her to spend as much of his six-figure salary as she possibly could.

[F/N] smiled, Quietly thanking Lewin under her breath.

"..You and Lightning close?"

"Where'd that come from?" [F/N] asked as she turned to Shima, Who seemed to look back at her with a much more curious expression under the nights sky. Shima just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Dunno, I guess I'm just curious is all. Since you were already his apprentice before joining cram school or whatever, You two related or something?" Shima asked as they made their way towards the balcony, The one overlooking the sea of lights below and where the wind flowed openly.

[F/N] huffed as she continued to drink her milkshake, Leaning over on the stone railings to look out below.

"Not biologically, No. But you know that trope you see in movies? The dickhead older brother who always messes with your stuff and annoys you to high hell? Yeah, That's him." [F/N] said, Rolling her eyes with a slight smirk.

Shima smiled rather forlornly as he leaned over on the balcony like she did, Light reflecting in his eyes.

"Yeah, I get that." He laughed slightly.

"Ah, Okay. Cause of all your brothers, Right?" [F/N] asked as she drew her eyes off the crowds for only a moment, Just to see Shima stare right back off into it. He didn't smile, Just nodded slowly.

He didn't speak either, The smile drawn on [F/N]'s face starting to lessen at the sound of silence. Instead she just brought her eyes back over to the sea of lights, Looking at the crowds below enjoying the festivities.

[F/N] sipped on her milkshake, Tasting the chocolate on her tongue. She should have known that his brothers would've been something difficult to talk about, Ever since the trip to Kyoto she had known something was off.

Especially since the death of the eldest, [F/N] should've taken that as the first sign. She continued sipping on her milkshake, A sort of scratchiness starting to build up in her throat. Shima never really talked about his brothers, Not here nor there.

[F/N] continued to sip on her milkshake, The lights starting to become much more.. Bright. Her nose scrunched up as she turned her head up to meet Shima, Who now seemed to be looking back down at her.

He smiled, Almost awkwardly.

"..Shima, I don't feel so good." [F/N] told him as she finally removed the straw from her mouth, Looking at her milkshake with a sort of queasiness in her eyes. A lightness in her head, A new stutter when she tried to stand.

What was happening? Her fingers started to shake, The muscles much more relaxed than they were suppose to be as the milkshake fell to the floor and splattered across the rocks. She stumbled, [F/N] starting to see two of each in her vision.

Shima hummed, Watching her gait with an unconcerned gaze.

"That must be the Rophynol finally kicking in then." He replied casually as he watched her start to double over.

[F/N] raised her head weakly as she near doubled over, Stumbling back as she stared at him with wide eyes. What little gathered conscious she had left recalled that drug, As clear as day she knew what it was.

Rophynol, Otherwise known as the date-rape drug.

Causes symptoms of confusion, Dizziness, Drowsiness, Lack of coordination, Loss of motor control and slurred speech. Often used by scummy people to knock out an unwilling victim, Usually for the purpose of..

Oh,

Oh fuck.

"Get- Get.. Get away.. Away!" [F/N] tried to yell but it came out as a wheeze, Stumbling back, Almost tripping over on her own feet. It felt like the world was spinning around her, Shaking around like it was encased in a snow globe.

There was no one around to help her, Everyone was so enthralled by the entertainment below that no one dared to come up here. Everyone except her and Shima, No one else around to hear her pleads for help.

Her eyes were wild as she looked at him, Like a cornered animal ready to bite.

His was casual, Looking at her with some synthetic sympathy.

"Don't worry, It's not what you're thinking. I'm not that much of a creep! I slipped it into your shake when you weren't looking earlier, Sorry 'bout this but my boss said that I was to return with you unharmed so.. Had to get creative with how I got you and all!" Shima laughed as he scratched the back of his head, Smiling innocently as if nothing was wrong.

[F/N] wheezed.

What? What was he saying? Who was.. Who was he talking..?

Illuminati.

[F/N] couldn't.. Couldn't get.. Get away. Get away. She needed to get away, Run.. Run away. Lewin, She needed to get Lewin.. Something was.. Something..

Shima got up from his leaning position on the balcony, Slightly stretching with a small yawn as he did.

"Alright, [F/N]. I'm gonna need you to come with me now, Okay? I ain't going to hurt you, My boss would kill me if I did!" He joked as he strolled towards her almost convulsing body, Her eyes untamed and barbaric.

His hands reached out, And in that moment [F/N] cried out.

"Ah-!" Shima yelped out once he felt a slice of what felt like a knife cross his cheek, A searing pain starting to settle into his skin. Blood spurted out from the paper-cut like wound, Muscles tensing.

In [F/N]'s shaky hands was a summoning paper, In her stupor somehow able to pull them out and cut her thumb.

Sylphs floated around her, Glowing an angry luminescent blue and the air around them much fresher than before, Angry faces starting to dart towards him like arrows.

"Aha-! You really are impressive, Should've expected as much from an Arc Knight's apprentice!" Shima complimented in a swift moment, Pulling out his k'rik from within a pocket of his suit and extending it to it's full length.

The gold gleamed in the air, The hoops on the end rattling as he slammed it down towards the oncoming sylphs.

But it stopped.

Before the end of his staff could hit the floor, The fresh air emitted by the sylphs had vanished from the sight. Shima paused in his movements, Eyes raising up to realise that they had disappeared entirely.

He blinked, Sight lowering down.

[F/N] laid fallen upon the rocky pavement, Mouth ajar and dripping in her own saliva. Eyes rolled up to their whites as she convulsed on the floor. The sylphs gone with her, Disappeared once she had finally fallen unconscious.

Shima let out the biggest sigh of his life.

Luckily he didn't need to deal with [F/N], Who had already shown skill incredible and insanely difficult to deal with talents in taming. It would've been impossible to capture her without any sedative, And he needed this to go smoothly.

He still had to find Izumo, Of course!

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"Honey..?!"

"Daddy!!"

The cries of the mans family called out from behind him, Echoing up and out of the dingy stairwell they stood in.

It was cold, Frigid even. If it wasn't for the welcoming warmth outside it could've been mistaken for the winter, Mostly due to the freezer-like chill and the damp dripping conditions around them.

The bloody and beaten man was knelt towards the floor, Keeled and prostrated before The Paladin, An Arc Knight and an entire legion of exorcists, All surrounding him like a pack of dogs ready to snap and bite down onto his flesh.

"We're only getting started now.. As you can see, Your task has ended in failure." Lewin mused as he stood before the shaking man, A grin on his face as he almost looked fascinated by the dribble of blood spurting out from his wounds.

"Could you quickly tell us what's on at the big event?" His family, Terrified and shaking, They called out to him in horror. Lewin paid them no mind as he moved forward, Bending his knees and crouching down towards him.

The man still had his own ichor dripping down his face, Iron tasted teeth turning into a snarl.

"Monster!" He barked, Blood splattering onto the floor in front of him.

"Uh oh! Should you be using such an attitude?" Lewin laughed with a child-like smile as he lowered closer to the man, A gleam in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm gonna have to ask your wife and son!"

The mans bloodshot eyes widened at that, Flicking back from Lewin to his family in the matter of seconds. Blood poured out of his mouth faster than his expression turned sour, Horrified as he watched his family be restrained by a group of exorcists.

He shook his head, Eyes agape as they connected with his wife's.

"Don't.. They don't know anything!" The traitor sputtered as he turned back to face Lewin, Who smiled all the same at him. His wife and son, His pride and joy. They wouldn't.. They wouldn't dare…

Would they?

Lewin chuckled as his eyes seemed to part from under his hair, His elongated pupils and a gleam sharper than a sword in his eyes. The man only watched in horror, Listening to him as he spoke.

"Why bother acting like a good guy now?" Lewin asked as he examined him from his bloody head to severed toes. That sadistic smile downturned, Much more malicious now. "Both of us are monsters in this regard. Cut it out."

Lewin turned his head to meet the eyes of the mans family.

"Then.. Shall we start?" Lewin asked and suddenly the group of exorcists started to pull and manhandle the mans kin, Hands on their shoulders starting to tug them back. Their eyes widening, Struggling to no avail within the hands of the exorcists.

The man gasped.

"Daddy!" His son called out, Terrified face already bursting with tears.

"W-What are you doing..?!" The traitor called out. His expression petrified as he watched his family start to be dragged away into the sea of exorcists surrounding them, His wife wailing as she tried to call out for her son, Her husband all the while yelling for them to take their hands off her.

The man cried.

"W-We're kidnapping two girls hiding within the Japanese division, Both within the hour!" He called out as Lewin raised to his feet, The man watching him with both ire and fear in his eyes. "They're important for our organisation and our goals!"

Lewin frowned, Looking down at the man as he had finally given him the information he had wanted to know. He hummed, Resting his hands on his hips.

"Their names are?" He asked as he looked down at him.

The traitor gulped, Tasting his own blood.

"Izumo Kamiki..!" He rasped. Lewin stepped closer, Almost urging him to go on as the entire exorcist legion listened on.

"..And [F/N] Light!"

Lewin's heart stopped.

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A blinding white muffled by blurred vision, That was all [F/N] could see.

It felt like she was on a ship sailing on a billowing sea, Waves rocking the boat back and forth along the waves as seafoam sloshed at the sides. Rainy too, Pattering against the wild wind of the sails and the rickety wood of the body.

[F/N] wasn't in control of the wheel, Not able to steer her way through the rushing waves or the inky black of the clouds above. She wasn't able to see either, The rain too thick and the wind too fast to even see a proper route out.

Lewin.. Where was her brother?

Her eyelids raised, Though heavy and numb she managed to wretch them open. That blinding white became so much more prominent, So much more scorching to her eyes as she groaned at the sudden light.

"Ah.. You're awake."

A voice like stricken thunder shook her awake, Her eyes becoming lightweight as they shot open to come face to face with a blindingly bright room. Her body felt numb, Unbelievably so. As she rolled her shoulders she barely felt the cushions against them, Nor the clothes it pushed against.

[F/N] groaned, Her heart beginning to pound in her chest especially once she saw a humanoid blur come into focus. It seemed to sit across from her on what appeared to be.. A rather antique looking couch?

"L-Lew.. Lewin..?" [F/N] mumbled out. Her mind in shambles and her vision unfocused. What happened to her? Did she pass out on the couch? Did Lewin carry her home? [F/N] sniffled slightly, Head spinning as she tried to focus her vision.

"You must be confused.. I understand. Your body must be aching, I understand that too. I apologise for the way we had extracted you.. However it was deemed to be the most painless out of our options.." What?

That didn't sound like Lewin. That didn't sound like the jovial tune that sung every time he spoke. It sounded much more delicate, Much more bleak. [F/N] didn't recognise that voice, It certainly wasn't Lewin.

Opening her eyes a bit further, She tried to see through the blinding light.

"W-Who are..-"

Her eyes finally focused on a man sitting adjacent from her, Upon a rather expensive looking couch from the renaissance era. [F/N]'s breath hitched in her throat, Eyes widening, Not caring about the light now-

It was a man.

[F/N] felt her heart stop entirely at the sight of him, Her mouth growing dry. He sat right in front of her on the opposite couch, One leg over the other with posture that could make an old lord envious.

His hair was a beautiful blonde, One that shone white under the candle-light of the candelabra above. His eyes a glorious viridian like the tailfeathers of a rosella, Pupils cut down into slits stared at her with a soft gleam-

He was a demon.

[F/N] wanted to run.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you.. [F/N]. This meeting is long overdue.."

She felt a wave of unease wash over her, Something was incredibly- Incredibly wrong. It wasn't the way he sat or the way he looked- No- It wasn't even the evident rot festering on his skin.

But it was just the air he gave off, So subtly overwhelming. A pit in her stomach forming as she looked at him closer and closer. He presented himself as dignified, As angelic even- But something about that just made [F/N] want to turn her head and puke-

He wasn't right. He was off-

[F/N] felt bile rise in the back of her throat.

"My name is Lucifer, Commander of The Illuminati and The King of Light." Lucifer spoke, His emerald eyes gleaming under the luminescence.

[F/N]'s heart stopped.

Her hands grasped the edges of the couch she sat on with a grip that could crush stone. The.. The King of Light? Lucifer? It couldn't be. But every cell, Every molecule, Every atom was screaming at her to run-

Something that could only be achieved by such accursed royalty.

"You are currently sitting within my estate, Again, I apologise for your rather abrupt summoning here." Lucifer spoke up once more as he slowly rested one of his legs over another, A hand gesturing towards the table. "Please, Feel free to indulge. These were specifically procured to your taste, You do enjoy sugar, Correct?"

[F/N] didn't want to eat, She wanted to puke. Her throat was dry yet she could do little but reach a trembling hand over to the collection of treats upon the table top. Trays of tarts, Plates stacked with parfait all on this antique little table.

Her fingers fumbling before grasping a macaroon, Her eyes never leaving the demon sitting across from her.

[F/N] couldn't even think.

Lucifer's face never changed. Never ticked, Never twitched. Watching calmly as she began to nibble on the outer shell of the macaroon, The one that happened to be the same flavour she had grown to favour. A gentle hum erupted from his throat.

[F/N] flinched.

"Is it to your liking?" Lucifer asks her, His expression unmoving as [F/N] froze up on the spot. [F/N] felt her mind race at such a simple question, Swallowing back what little of the macaroon she had ingested.

Don't be scared- Don't- Just don't try to look him in the eye- His eyes- Just don't-

"..Y-Yes- Uhm-" [F/N] blurted out. It came out hoarse as her hand darted up to pat her throat, Her jugular tensing.

"Homare." Lucifer called out, His voice a little louder than the melodious tone he held before. [F/N]'s eyes darted to her right as she heard firm, But swift footsteps make their way over to the table.

CLANK!

[F/N] gulped. Two tea cups were placed onto the table. Liquid pouring. A petite woman standing by [F/N]'s side with an ornate porcelain teapot in hand, Contrasted by the adorned look on her Illuminati uniform.

When did get she here?

Homare didn't look at [F/N] at all, Her eyes kept on the from behind her glasses. Lips thinned in a tight line. As she finished pouring the liquid, [F/N] quickly took the teacup. Anything to avoid his eyeline.

"You must be wondering why you're here." Lucifer spoke up once more, Homare's presence going ignored as she began to pour the simmering hot tea into the second cup. [F/N] bit her lip.

"L-Listen- I don't have any information to give you." [F/N] quickly said, Her words blurring together. "I don't- I don't get that kind of access. I've never been to- I've never even been to Italy..! I-"

"You are not here for information, We are aware you aren't privy to that kind of information." Lucifer cut in calmly as Homare finished pouring the tea into his cup, Gently picking it up as she drew back away from them, Somewhere back into the room.

[F/N] gulped.

"T-Then why-"

"You've caused quite a stir in Gehenna, Though I'm sure you are aware of that by now." Lucifer spoke, Taking a sip of his tea. "Even amongst my siblings, The other kings, You've made quite an impression on them."

Lucifer lowered the teacup from his lips, His eyelids fluttering as he set it down amongst the array of desserts on the table. Irises flicking back

"I have been hearing about you for quite a long time.. Ever since Astaroth had returned speaking of a little human girl who had caused his vessel's heart to start beating.." Lucifer trailed off, For once, His eyes narrowed. "I had excused it as the delusion brought on by his rapidly decaying body.. But then it was Iblis and Egyn.. Who both haven't stopped mentioning you, Even to this day.."

[F/N]'s grip on the tea cup tightened as he continued on, Memories of the day she had met the pair of kings flashing in her mind. They had remembered her, They didn't let go- Her penchant-

This was what Azazel had warned her about.

"I've been wanting to meet you, You see." Lucifer spoke, A glint appearing in the shimmer of his eyes. "Your.. Penchant, As you call it, I want you to explain it to me. Tell me how you inflict it on other demons, As it has become rather troubling.. Tell me, How do you make them believe they feel human love?"

[F/N] wanted to scoff, She really did.

Human love? As if such a creature could comprehend it.

Human love was gentle, Human love was passionate, Yet there was no string of words to ever describe it. You could call it kind, You could call it exciting. Bonding, Connecting, Warming.

But none of these were ever things such a monster could understand.

"I.. I-I don't know- I can't control it." [F/N] tried to explain, Ashamed of the terror rushing through her veins as she tried to make sense of her words. "I-It's not like I'm doing it on purpose- It just happens when I meet them, That- That somehow they just become more.. Friendly..?"

The word friendly tasted like venom on her tongue.

"I-I don't know how to explain it- I don't know how it happens. Just.." [F/N] took in a shaky breath, Raising her head up to him, Humiliated by what she was about to do. "P-Please, Let me go. I just want to go home- I don't have anything to give you just..! Please.."

Begging.

It made her feel disgusting.

But she needed to get out of here, Out of here before he became affected too.

Lucifer hummed, Unaffected by her words as he leaned back on the couch he was sitting in. He had picked up his tea again and began to sip on it once more, His body still tense, The rot on his skin continuing to fester.

"So you can't control it.." Lucifer mumbled as he peered down at the liquid circling in his teacup. [F/N] was sat on baited breath. Well aware of the eyes on her, The body guards, The Illuminati members that she was unable to see stationed about the room.

"N-No..- So could you please just.. Please let me go." [F/N] spoke quietly, Yet desperately, Trying her best to convince The King of Light to let her go. Like a mouse begging a cat to let it out from in-between it's claws.

Lucifer didn't respond. Just sat there. Staring down at his tea.

"P-Please.. I'm only an exwire, I couldn't do anything even if I tried-" The grip on the teacup handle tightened.

[F/N] cut herself off as she watched his jaw tighten, Shoulders squaring, The teacup beginning to shake from the sheer grasp he had on the handle.

"Commander..!"

CRASH!

[F/N]'s eyes widened as she watched the teacup slip from his fingers, Shattering on impact at the edge of the table. Lucifer groaned under his breath, Keeling over, His trembling gloved fingers grasping the ledge of the table.

Homare, The woman from before rushing over to his side followed by a small fleet of guards. [F/N] pushed herself back in suprise, Hadn't expecting the crowd as they rushed to their superiors side.

"What the-"

"It appears this body is much weaker than I had thought..-"

Lucifer grasped the side of his cheek, Where [F/N] watched as the decay visibly grew. She felt her eyes widen as Homare helped steady him. Her attention focused on him and only him, Her lips thinned. [F/N] blinked.

Was this her chance?

Demon Kings, Their bodies unable to handle their strength, Decaying faster the bigger they are. It was only correct that the strongest amongst them would be in constant pain, Constant torture.

She knew what she needed to do- To try.

[F/N] slowly released her grip on the couch. Lucifer keeled over, His guards and right-hand focused soley on him. Nudging herself to the side, Further, A little more. [F/N] needed to find summoning paper, Or at least something to prick her thumb-

[F/N] didn't expect to get far, Not without her dear sylphs-

CRASH!

[F/N] yelped.

Trays and platters fell to the floor, The desserts crumbling against the floor to make way for the arm that lunged out from amongst the small group. A hand grasped onto her wrist. A thinning, Shaky, Sickly hand with such unbelievable strength.

A pair of green eyes were illuminated through the parting of silvery hair, Wide, Staring at her. His instincts and his reflexes unmatched. [F/N] stared into them, Her throat going dry-

"Do not move-"

THUMP!

It was like a pin had been dropped in a silent room, Or a scream erupting within a library. It was the kind of thing that could be felt from miles away, Like the devastation of a tsunami or the the heat scorching off the sun.

And it was without any noise, Not much anyway.

His hand let go. [F/N] pushed herself back onto the couch, Her legs almost kicking in her scurry, Trying to get as far away from him as possible.

THUMP!

She knew what had happened when Lucifer had gasped for air, Like a drowning man taking his first breath of air. When his face moved like it had muscles underneath, Not tin and clockwork.

The guards all made barks of concern as he collapsed back onto the couch. Body jerking. His eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling, Heaving, His chest raising up and down at an unnatural pace. His expression, It was-

"Commander..! Are you..-!"

"T-This heart.. This.." Lucifer breathed, In and out, His body splayed against the couch as his eyes lit up. The words of Homare went completely ignored. "This vessel-! T-This body..!"

Lucifer's hands grasped his vessel, One grasping the fabric and flesh covering his heart and the other almost frantically trailing up the rot that festered on the side of his face. His breathing ragged, Yet his body calm and almost relaxed.

"Commander..?" Homare's eyes widened as she watched him, Raising up as her eyes stared on with confusion. Lucifer grasped his chest, Where his heart was, His breathing slowing. Calming. If only a bit.

He shuddered, An audible shiver running down his spine. The fleet of guards stepped away from him, All looking at one and other at the scene. It was almost like his body had melted into the cushions, Relaxing, Like the numb procured from a good night's sleep.

"This body..!" Lucifer breathed out, His eyes aglow as he stared up at the ceiling above. His hand shook where it grasped his heart, The organ that began to thump. "There is no pain- I- What is.. It feels.. Good- No. It feels great..!"

Lucifer stirred, His head almost lolling to the side as he sat forward on the couch. His eyes looked almost dizzy, And if not for his unsightly self-control he would've collapsed right back onto the cushions.

[F/N] flinched when his head raised.

He was affected.

Lucifer's eyes snapped onto her, Widening, Watching.

"You..-!"

His voice sounded like he was parched, His eyes lighting up when he finally drew his attention back to her.

[F/N] could only yelp once she was yanked forward. When those hands grasped onto her wrists and tugged her forward. She almost collapsed over the table and the fallen trays, Barely grasping onto the edge to save herself.

"T-This was it..! I understand it now.. What my siblings were raving about, This is it..!" Lucifer rasped as he pulled her closer with such unthinkable strength, His stare scorching, Looking down at her- "You.. I understand now, Why they were so enthralled by you- I understand-!"

[F/N] yelped.

"No- No- NO-!" [F/N] yelled out, Unable to take it anymore. She cried out. Trying to yank her arm away from him to no avail. Lucifer only tightened his grip around her wrist. Painful, Almost bruising her skin.

"You..! You stay right there-!" Homare called out, A hiss in her voice as she quickly took charge and grasped onto [F/N]'s shoulder, Keeping her in place. [F/N] struggled, Trying her very best to get out of the woman's grasp but it was futile.

"L-Let go-!"

"Please.. Come closer." Lucifer almost begged, His voice quiet yet pleading as he relented the grasp he had on her to beckon her towards him.

Was the space between them too much? The two foot wide gap? [F/N] felt tears begin to prick in her eyes, Pure hatred running through her veins as Homare wrestled her up to her feet and began to shepherd her around the table.

She almost slipped on the polish of the wood, Trying to kick her way out of Homare's hold.

But it was useless.

[F/N] felt herself get pushed down onto the opposite couch, Her back hitting the cushions as a chill ran down her spine. Whenever this happened, Whenever another demon king got affected by her penchant she had always found a way out. To run or fight, She had always found a way out of here.

She always had. Always. Even now there was a way out, Wasn't there? There must be- Surely-

"There you are.. That is much better.." Lucifer spoke out, His voice returning to that gentle lilt though there was an undeniable warmth to it now. His eyes gleaming, Sitting there beside her, Facing her, His attention unwavering.

"Don't- Don't touch me-!" [F/N] cried out, Tears starting to trickle down her cheeks as Lucifer took them into his gloved palms. His touch was freezing, Even through the silky fabric.

It was enveloping too, His grasp a little too tight. How could she get out? How could she escape? His grasp make her skin feel dead and embalmed. The guards surrounded them, Homare especially keeping her eyes trained on [F/N] for any sudden movements.

Fuck. [F/N] trembled. There was no way she'd be able to get away, There was no chance. [F/N]'s reddening eyes were wide, Unable to remove them from Lucifer's. Tears falling down her face, Sizzling at her skin.

How could she get away? In the end she was still just a girl.

The same girl refused to follow her friend into the forest.

Oh, Who was [F/N] kidding?

She was still a kid.

A stupid, Scared, Sniffling little kid.

"No.. No. Why are you crying?" Lucifer asked quietly, Eyes narrowing. His thumb rubbing circles into the skin of her cheek. Wiping away the tears that erupted from her ducts. "It.. Does not feel good to see.. Tell me, What is it that you want? What will make you stop?"

[F/N] hiccupped.

"To go home-! Let me go home-!"

"-No. Anything but that." Lucifer answered quickly, His lips thinning. His hands holding her face growing tighter at her words. "I'll give you anything else.. You see, This vessel.. I have never been able to exist a moment in this world without pain.. An ache that never dissolved, Not until now.."

Lucifer's voice almost shook, The euphoria of normalcy was overwhelming, Overtaking. It was something he could feel in his very being. [F/N] hiccupped, Her throat aching.

Lucifer parted his eyes from hers for only a moment, Glancing up at his right-hand.

"Homare.. Please summon a cleaner to fix this mess as well as more tea." Lucifer ordered firmly, Still gripping [F/N]'s crying face in his hands as Homare saluted and bowed, Barking out a "Yes, Sir..!" before quickly making her way towards the rooms pair of doors.

It was only once they opened and shut did Lucifer return his gaze towards her. Such a sickening, Burning gaze.

It was calculating, Thinking, Asking himself what he was to do.

"Now.."

Tears continued to run down her face even when she was tugged closer. Gently, Yet firm as she felt his arms awkwardly rest around her in what could only be described as an android's attempt at a hug.

His movements were stiff, His limbs not use to the action he was doing. An arm around her back with another on the back of her head. He had leant down, Her head resting on his shoulder. It was if he was trying to mimic what others have done before, A fraudulent copy of what usually was such a genuine action.

[F/N] didn't even fight back, Not when she felt the stare of the entire guard on her back.

"..Does this make you feel better?" Lucifer asked after a moment, His head resting atop hers. [F/N] still shook in his grasp, His cold and mechanic grasp. Feeling his fingers weave themselves into her hair, Firmer than what she expected.

Awkward, But firm enough to ensure she would be unable to get out.

It didn't make her feel better, Not in the slightest. [F/N] tried her best to calm herself down, To think rationally. To imagine that she was hugging someone she actually loved, Like Lewin or Osceola or her friends from the cram school.

Friends, They really were her friends.

[F/N] sniffled, Trying to imagine she was with them and not Lucifer right now. Imagining the smell of ash in the classroom, The obnoxiously coloured halls, The echoing chatter that bounced around the room.

[F/N] missed them. Her friends. Her actual friends. She had companions for once in her life. She had a network, A system she could rely on when she fell, Knowing that they would help her get back up.

[F/N] hoped they were coming for her, To help her get out of here. Anywhere but here, Anywhere.

"Commander."

Homare had returned, Had it been that long? [F/N] saw her standing there through the blur of her tears, Arms positioned behind her back and her eyes a little bit wider than they were before.

There was no tray of tea in her hands like she was ordered to bring.

[F/N]'s eyes widened.

A sudden chill washing over her.

"Commander, I apologise for returning so quickly however I've just been informed that we have- Erm.. Guests." Homare coughed on the last part, Almost as if figuring out how to put it.

Readjusting her glasses she spoke once again.

"The other demon kings, They are here."

[F/N] felt her heart stop.

The demon kings.. They..

They were here?

Lucifer let go of [F/N] however reluctantly, Releasing her from his hold. He pushed himself up to his feet and readjusted his uniform, Settling the velvet of his cape back over his shoulders as he turned to face Homare.

"I had expected this much.. I can sense their presence already.." Lucifer spoke calmly as he dusted himself off. "Not just Astaroth, Iblis and Egyn.. I can sense that Beelzebub, Amaimon and Samael are here as well.."

"Yes, Commander. They are currently standing within the foyer as we speak, They are currently waiting for you."

"Is Samael willing to talk?"

"Yes, I believe he was the one that alerted Beelzebub and Amaimon here. He has not came with anyone from The Order."

"I see. Good."

[F/N] felt her heart near explode. The kings, Demons, The worst of them all.

They were here.

A cold sweat covered her skin worse than it had before, Tears and snot dribbling down her face even harder. All of them, The ones she had met over the years, They had never forgotten her and now they were here.

[F/N] couldn't fight, Couldn't scream, She couldn't run anymore like she had done so many times in the past.

This was it.

There was no escaping now.

"Prepare the master dining room for a feast, Summon the cooks to prepare food however last-minute. Whatever they deem is best."

"How many chairs, Commander?"

"Nine. I can sense Azazel has recently found himself a vessel, He should be arriving rather late but make room for him anyways."

Lucifer turned to her, The emerald in his eyes glinting as he looked down at her. That expression, The one of calm and collected demeanour holding something else now. Something much darker than his title suggested.

He turned to her, Examining her from head to toe.

"I suppose there would be no time to fix your appearance, Unfortunately. I don't believe that our siblings would stay patient much longer.." Lucifer remarked as he looked at her, Frozen there, Terrified out of her mind.

He turned to face her now, Homare already running off to complete her order. Lucifer looked at her from head to toe, At her expression of gritted teeth and sweat building on her brow.

Lucifer almost sighed.

"And I don't suppose you would come peacefully to the dining room either. You are still shaken from the unorthodox way I brought you here, Not to mention that I've heard you have a rather troublesome distaste for us demons." Lucifer almost lamented as he looked down at her.

He took a step forward, His hand raising in the air.

"Ah.. It's no matter. Today you have shown me how it feels to exist without pain, Without weakness." Lucifer spoke, Grateful, His words were dripping in it. "Even now I feel the beating of this vessel's heart, What a wonderous feeling. I understand what the rest of our siblings meant when they had told me.. And I thank you for that."

All of a sudden, He snapped his fingers.

[F/N] only heard the quick sounds of footsteps, Hundreds, Thousands. Echoing and ringing in her ears as she was hefted up to her feet. An arm under each of her pits, Carrying her, Holding her up with such daze in her expression.

Lucifer's gaze almost softened.

"This is familial love, Is it not? Even such a demon as I can be affected by it, By you." Lucifer spoke, So eerily, Dreamily. As the guards surrounding her began to take her away, Her mind in shambles with no more tears left to cry.

[F/N] felt her feet drag against the floor, Mind yelling at her- Screaming as she heard a door open.

Wishing this was all just a dream.

A ghost of a smile appeared across Lucifer's face, Only fitting on such a lifeless being.

"Don't try to fight or run, [F/N]. You may not favour demons, But as our newest sibling, You are sure to learn how to see things our way. However long it takes. Please, Try to behave yourself, Will you?"

The door slammed shut.

And suddenly, Everything turned black.

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A Family Thing | Yandere Blue Exorcist

Yukio Okumura has had to limit and expand his definition of family many times on his exorcist journey. His brother was the only constant, which he was fine with. That is until his own demonic half awakened. Now alongside his brother, his identity morphed again like his pointed ears. He did think this might happen but he couldn���t help but connect the dots. But you know who made it easier? (Y/n) Pheles. 

You came to him and Rin on a cloud of strawberry-scented smoke. Literally. Wiping at your suit and tie you explained how the last demon you had fought had made its final stand in a churning pot of strawberry jam. You told them not to think about it too much.

With a smile that blinded them, you told of how you took a long trip around the world to meet the boys Mephisto was so keen on watching stalking. You gushed over them like the older sibling neither of them had. That is until you officially moved onto campus. Where exactly? That was never known for sure. All they could gather was that you were close enough to appear at a moment's notice to pinch their cheeks, ruffle their hair, and coo at them as they did their casual routine. 

He knew it was easy for Rin to lean into you, who openly gave affection to him. Yukio knew he couldn’t react as warmly. Was it his fear? His maturity? He just couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t. He thought you’d grow to love Rin more than him because of this only to be beautifully surprised when you lovingly held him in your arms.

“Hey, I love you both all the same. You’re my ducklings through and through! I’ve decided from this day on!”

Soon he was placed with that familiar ache when you waved goodbye from the window of their dorm on training camps. It was a good ache that affirmed the stringing demand that was creeping up his throat. He couldn’t let you leave them now. 

He can pinpoint the exact moment when this feeling first bloomed in his heart. It was so long ago, if he was anyone else he would have written it off as simply being a child, which he did for awhile, but he knew it was something more. It was back in preschool, Rin had returned to the class after a violent outburst at some kid he later claimed was a bully. While the teacher and other students avoided him like the plague there was one who refused to leave. Following Rin from afar, slowly inching her coloring station toward his–he couldn’t tell anyone why this irked him so. He also couldn’t defend his meddling when he crumpled the flowers left in his twin's cubby. He was his brother, who was she to take that from him?

It was an ugly habit of obsession one he realized he shared with his brother, as Rin mused absentmindedly. 

“Why…don’t we just keep them to ourselves, yeah? That way…they…won’t leave us.”

I mean it’d be bizarre if it weren’t for the two of them. With Rin’s inclination to have you baby him dividing your attention and his own perfectly timed conversations, it was nothing but a game to smother your ringing phone. Silencing it hours in advance so that any alarms or texts from whoever this 'persistent dude’ was. It was a tireless pursuit that seemed to unite him and Rin more than their shared demon heritage. 

It came to a head on a Summers's day watching from afar as you chased Rin with a hose. Yukio was particularly peeved not because he wasn’t on duty for distracting you that day he totally was but because your phone had been ringing off the chain. And whoever this mysterious caller was had caught on, texting you with random excuses about a glitching phone. Every time. He. Deleted. The contact. 

“You think you can keep this up?”

The coy question came from a familiar white terrier with a pink polka-dotted bow. Yukio groaned, harshly pushing up his glasses and biting back a snarl of his own. 

“Do you know who Denji is?”

The terrier's ears flattened and if it was possible its eye furrowed in anger. After a minute of likened frustration, an idea was spawned. Bringing a metaphorical smile to the dog’s face as he birthed a plan only obsessed freaks would concoct. 

“So? Will you help me?”

“Fine. But you can’t keep them to yourself. We won’t let you.”

“Of course not. I could only wish.”

It wasn’t long before there were some changes: a ring on your finger, you carrying that stupid dog around with you, and wearing strangely bright accessories that most certainly weren’t yours. All indicative of the newest addition in your life–a fiance named Mephisto Pheles. The principal and their current guardian: Mephisto Pheles. 

Suddenly Yukio and Rin are subjected to chaotic dinners with you and Mephisto. Days that were previously filled with your voice encouraging them were complimented by Mephisto’s ominous laughing and playful insults. But you were there and you were theirs, a promise you firmly upheld whenever you began an uncomfortable talk about your relationship. 

And even as you reached over your purple-haired husband to wave goodbye, blowing kisses as the limousine revved up, Yukio notes the sound of unsatisfied obsession. Watching the hands that linger around your waist and the caked-up makeup on your neck. He makes the realization that this too was a case of that feeling bubbling to the surface. The obsessive arm around your shoulders, the out-of-place stickers on your things, and the oddly convenient way Mephisto was always at the door, waiting to escort you home. 

It dawns on him how similar they are. Perhaps the string of obsession was a family thing. He didn’t entirely hate that.

“Welcome to the family (Y/n).”

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EEEEE HEYYY!!! Im so happy ur request are open like omg my day has gotten SO much better!

Can I please get a Yandere Platonic Lucifer x Daughter reader? (Blue exorcist :>) As well as Yanplatonic Mephisto with daughter reader. ( blood-related. maybe with both readers growing up and realising how shitty their father is??)

We need more content with them and I loved your previous headcannon about Lucifer so- THANKSVSGFS.

Headcannons please :>>>

MORE PLATONIC YANDERE!! YESSS! and from Blue Exorcist! Thats a Plus! Deal!

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles/Platonic Yandere Lucifer x Daughter! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings:(here we go) YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLATONIC YANDERE, kind of infantilization, MENTAL DAMAGE, ISOLATION, Treats of violence, Manipulation, mental issues due all this, Mephisto is a psycho and Lucifer is NOT BETTER, LONG POST, I think is all.

Platonic Yandere Mephisto

He's a very difficult platonic yandere to have because you simply can't take him seriously and he can't take you seriously.

Mephisto is a case in which you know from the beginning that he is a screwed up father, and not in the "trash man" sense but in the sense that he has something wrong in his head and he knows it himself.

He is like the Mad Hatter in several ways. and you are Alice. HIS ALICE.

Don't get me wrong, of course he loves you, you are the Apple of his eyes, although at first he definitely only kept you out of a kind of curiosity to see how you would turn out once you grew up having been raised by him.

Would you be chaotic? His total opposite? A little of both? Maybe like Amaimon? As long as you weren't like Lucifer, he was quite amused by any outcome.

What he didn't expect was growing up to love you very fast. But he was pretty fine with it. Being your "Dad" was interesting for him and he did have fun when he did it.

And precisely although you interacted with him daily while you were growing up, not only did he raise you, but also maids and other services, it is thanks to that that you knew the difference between good parenting and what HE did.

He was not exactly bad at the start, just too chill, too relaxed, he was NOT an authority figure, but more than anything, this am

Although while you were little, there really were no Yandere tendencies other than the standard honestly.

to be somewhat unsettled, that already seemed part of his nature so it went very unnoticed.

That anyone who tried to hurt you would end up DEAD, even just children who pushed you or people who spoke slightly badly to you, was enough.

although honestly you didn't make the connection with your father and this for a long time.

simply because...it was kind of fun growing up with him? Look, the guy is a walking joke, a jester, the older you got, the more he wanted to interact with you, which led to certain pretty nice moments, like amusement parks, having tea, things like that, NORMAL THINGS you enjoy to have with him.

Remember what I said about him being the Mad Hatter and you being an Alice? You can bet he made that an official nickname for you and they even played "Alice's Underground Adventures in Wonderland" many times.

This, along with the fact that you couldn't really take him seriously, was what made you ignore its most deplorable aspects for YEARS.

that only got worse as you grew up.

For example, Overprotection was not as bad as in other cases (ahemahemDAUGHTER OF LUCIFERahem) but it was definitely annoying due to the absolute lack of privacy.

If you go to True Cross Academy, the contrast between your upbringing and that of your classmates is much more noticeable (apart from the fact that now you can notice more when someone you mention that you dislike disappears or something like that)

and when you mention it to your father or seek an explanation, you are only dismissed! as if you were a little child making up a story for his parents...

It is around this time that you realize Mephisto's unhealthy tendencies towards you, even when he tries to use the excuse that "that's how demons love" you know that he didn't used to love you like that when you were little....or rather malleable?

something is wrong with your father and you BOTH know it...

which obviously generated arguments where no matter what you said or what argument you used, he would always dismiss it by saying that he was the adult who was thousands of years old and that he had the last word over you.

All this not without first trying to infantilize you as much as possible, without success, luckily.

and it was... sad for you, because now you couldn't ignore these aspects of him anymore and know that THIS was really what he wanted.

He doesn't want a daughter, he wants an ETERNAL BABY...

He likes the idea of infantilization in the sense that it brings back good memories of when you were little, he wants to always have that and that's why he wants you to continue acting like that (if you are a complete demon it is a PLUS because you age more slowly and he can do it more easily).

another clingy one who doesn't respect personal space, although he will at least stop if you yell at him for a minute without breathing. although sometimes he prefers that you pamper him eg his dog form. don't question it. he's crazy

a great pamperer! Before all this happened, you used to love their gifts or at least they made you laugh because of how strange/extravagant/ridiculous they were, but now they just make you feel bought...

In general, the whole situation of seeing how your father is trash IS difficult.

However, it is not advisable to rebel against Mephisto, believe me, he will use his powers against you and it will be FOR THE WORSE.

I don't think he's above using his time manipulation to make the isolation that much more unbearable and distressing, even using his apparent ability to materialize things to make the experience a living hell for you.

He is simply not willing to accept that he is wrong. Yes you accept that it is morally wrong, but isn't that the fun thing?

You can't believe I'm still taking all of this as a game at this point, but not really, at least not entirely. Yes, it amuses him to see you all angry with him, but if you try something in his SERIOUS eyes he will get serious.

and that is honestly terrifying.

are you trying to escape? now the hallway is an endless loop, and time passes UNSUFFERENTLY slow. Again.

talk bad to him? He will laugh in your face, those things honestly don't affect him. He is already happy knowing that you are whole, healthy and safe (he would like you to be happy too, but hey, you can't do everything in life).

hurt him? Good try but no, you literally won't even land a hit on him, he doesn't find it that fun because you could get hurt, but he'll let you do it until you get tired. the baby has to burn energy after all.

hurt you? Yes, no, if necessary he will threaten to rip your arms off to prevent you from hurting yourself in any way or doing something worse, he doesn't mean it but for a moment he was scared by the possibility that you could REALLY do something like that.

Honestly, it was terrifying to see him so serious about something, ABOUT YOU. You almost thought he REALLY mean it if it weren't for the fact that HE TOLD YOU NO, he even scolded you for thinking something like that about him.

If he can't watch you, Amaimon does, and while he's not nearly as clever as your father, he definitely asks too many questions and eats too much.

When he is the one watching, he tries to talk to you casually, as if nothing happened. If not, try to remember old moments from the past, but really? it only makes you feel worse, you already have to deal with his current yandere tendencies and your little consolation is the good memories you have FROM THE PAST.

And now he wants to stain that little comfort you have because of a childish whim...? yeah, fuck off.

At least he has the decency to meet some of your demands, like entertainment or your favorite foods, who knows, maybe he'll let you out again if he's feeling generous one day. until then....

Platonic Yandere Lucifer

He's a suffocating platonic control freak Yandere, I mean, you can see it by how he has the Illuminati.

but you honestly didn't realize how fucked up a dad he was until you were a teenager.

precisely because Lucifer is a very manipulative and overprotective type of Yandere over you, regardless of how you have been conceived, you are the light of his eyes, the person he loves the most and the one he TRULY wants to keep safe.

I can see him having conceived you with some human or demon to see if he could use you for a cure for his condition, but he became almost instantly fond of you.

paternal instinct? He would have laughed unfunnyly before, but now it seemed very real.

But then he realized all the possible future scenarios that could happen to you. What happens if you end up with a weak body? Or with his illness? you wouldn't be able to defend yourself from the outside world.

Thanks to his paranoia, he ends up raising you exclusively in the Illuminati base, in a fairly comfortable but very lonely life, of course, maybe he lets you interact with the children of some members from time to time, but they are all terrified in your presence and have a attitude of total submission. You are Lucifer's daughter after all.

Also thanks to this everyone continued with the lie in which your father lived, everyone agreed with him, someone as precious and important as you should not leave and risk being devoured by the world.

(Can you imagine the members of the Illuminati's being platonic Yanderes for you too? ☠️ it would be the last straw but very much in character).

You lived a life very isolated from the world, but Lucifer tried to be an affectionate and attentive father as much as possible, to be better than what he had.

There were still good moments between the two of you.

Let's say you are a healthy girl, but you know that your father is not healthy, he lives in constant pain and sometimes they can't even get him out of bed.

So when one of those days happens, you sit near him and read him something that you both liked, that's how you used to spend the afternoons when there was nothing else to do. These were moments that you both treasured.

but at the same time he loves you like a demon, not like a human.

and normalizes any unhealthy attitude he has towards you as you grow up, you grew up thinking that all of that was NORMAL.

apart from the fact that he substantiated all these habits with half-truths and using his own love for you against you.

You know he loves you very much, si for him is easy to fool you (in the begging) to believe he would never do something that would hurt you BULLSHIT

Do you remember when he was more expressive when he cornered Yukio? I can see him doing something similar with you, being more emotional and expressive in order to manipulate you and get his point across.

not go out under any circumstances? The world is a screwed up place with wars and death everywhere, he doesn't want you to die, hun, you need to understand him.

not have privacy? Do you have something to hide from your FATHER? The demon who loves you most in the world and who would sacrifice everything and everyone for you? DO YOU HIDE THINGS FROM HIM? Either way it is impossible with the Illuminati's on every corner. Don't even try.

He is a master of emotional manipulation, but it is also partly because he himself is a little delusional, he believes he is right.

If you end his illness, he will be EVEN MORE obsessive and overprotective (is that possible??), I'm talking about CAMERAS IN YOUR ROOM TO "MONITOR YOU", not EVEN having a door as such, but a glass one, and he can STILL see Lucifer SICKER than in canon because it would make many resources meant to cure HIM go to you.

Even if you only have a weak body, at the slightest discomfort Lucifer acts as if you are going to die. it is not a joke. And besides, he would make you very afraid that the outside would only worsen your condition until you ended up like him.

He makes you a hypochondriac, basically.

At the same time, I don't think you'll start seeing your father's giant Red Flags until you start interacting more with the outside world or with people other than him but tolerate them (eg, Shima).

It's JUST THERE that you start to question everything. almost an emotional breakdown, because it means that there is a whole ENTIRE WORLD that you could have seen, A completely different and NEW LIFE but your father took that option away from you.

That same insensitive and seemingly cruel person is the same person who has loved you from the beginning and who believes that he does everything to protect you.

Do you see what I'm going for? He has a lot of control over you, even if you realize what a shitty parent and person he is, he makes you justify it based on your "good experience" being raised by him.

but I honestly don't think you could wake up from the "good dad" (or minimally decent) trance until the incident with Shima and Izumo.

NOW, I can honestly see Lucifer using Mrs. Kamiki as an example of "what would happen" if you were to get out of his sight (aka DISOBEY HIM), I can see Lucifer in general using others as cruel examples of what could happen. or pass you.

punishments never fall on you. but in other people so that you understand that, this is the consequence of your actions, YOU are to blame for this, YOU caused it because after all Lucifer would never harm you...

In this type of scenario, if you don't give up in, what he calls, the "revelde phase", he will simply continue bombarding you with horrible images or alien deaths until he breaks your spirit, but it won't hurt you one bit, you should be grateful for it. knowing what he can do...

(It's like he doesn't understand that not hurting you automatically doesn't make him a better father or more worthy of forgiveness, but hey, he's a Lucifer Yandere).

If he manages to mentally break you or you give up before then, he's the first to go hug you and comfort you in his characteristic clumsy and rigid way, but it's mostly because he doesn't quite know how to express how relieved he is that "you've come to your senses" and that you two can return to "normal"

But in general, Lucifer tries to remain very patient with you. You can insult him, try to hurt him, it doesn't matter, take out your anger however you need, you won't be leaving his sight any time soon.

He tries to make me see things "his way", explain himself, but the truth is you don't listen to him anymore...why should you? after all he doesn't do it when you CLEARLY want to LEAVE.

He would continue to keep you inside the Illuminati base, but he is not above using more drastic isolation methods to avoid an escape scenario (which he may not believe is possible because now you are always accompanied by a member of the CULT Illuminati's to keep an eye on you. or keep you company).

Something that remains is that when he is very sick, whether out of habit, Stockholm syndrome, or pity for him, you go and read him a story, not as happy and lively as before, but in a way it gives him a new sense of hope to Lucifer.

Maybe he can make you love again like before, to have those moments again where both of you were good. He wants to have hope...

the hope that they can fix everything once the plan is put into motion, that he can FIX YOU somehow. be happy again...

but until then, he KNOWS he can't afford to lose you, even if you hate him, if you fear him, it doesn't matter right now. just don't leave him...

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[kiame-sama]

Mephisto x frail darling?

- You are frail and you know it. You mainly know how frail you are because Mephisto will not let you forget or do anything without him. Humans are already so incredibly fragile even when they are the strongest among them, so Mephisto will be very aware of your fragility. As a demon king, he will do what he can to keep you protected and shielded from any/all danger that you may encounter.

- Mephisto insists on being with you and helping you whenever he can because he hates the idea of anything happening to you while he is too far away to help. It doesn't matter if he needs to be in his Scottish terrier form and follow you all day, you are worth it to him. Good luck getting away from him with how intent he is on keeping you safe.

- You can expect and enjoy the gentle way he will treat you whenever he touches you, even just a hand on the shoulder to share his affection with you. He does know how to be gentle with humans and he will be extra gentle with you. Expect evenings cuddling with the demon king and the protective way he will hold you up against his chest.

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Team-ups: Mephisto Pheles & Amaimon

Not one of the worst pairs to have but their darling should still be on their toes. 

They will be spoiled but they will never have alone time ever again. 

Mainly because of amaimon but mephisto is also guilty of dragging his darling everywhere he goes. 

They aren't terrible at sharing but do have their moments where one wants alone time with darling and the other won't give them back. 

They do usually have their darling at the same time. 

No one will dare mess with their darling with those two around. 

They could make a place just for their darling that only the two of them can get to. (There is a 50/50 chance of this happening.) 

[yanderes-galore]

Oh! If you feel like it, perhaps a yandere Mephisto Pheles (from blue exorcist) with a darling who is a teacher at the true cross academy?

Sure! I'll see what I can do :)

Yandere! Mephisto Pheles with Teacher! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Invasion of privacy, Power imbalance, Manipulation, Blackmail, Jealousy, Murder mentioned, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship.

Being the principal of True Cross Academy, he doesn't have to do much to watch you.

By default he's already monitoring you!

You are sure to keep your students safe and are a decent exorcist yourself.

Of course, you have some hesitance around Mephisto.

It's most likely due to him being a high ranking demon...

But he likes to think you're just shy around him.

He loves to tease you about it.

Don't fight it~

He knows you like him!

Although, there's plenty of reasons to not like your boss...

The teasing, the fact he's a demon, the strange favoritism he has towards you.

No matter what, you can't figure out why he's so attached.

Your class should not constantly be visited by the principle.

Said principal always comes in with a smile, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Mephisto likes to play the long game with his obsession.

He intends to win you over in the end, hopefully with time.

Surely if you trust him enough you'll fall for him, right?

You quickly find yourself always meeting up with him... not by choice.

He disguises these little meetings as "staff meetings".

Even though it's just you sitting with him in his office, having tea or some sort of sweet.

He tries to keep his conversations not invasive.

He could easily stalk you and have your info anyways, although some info he likes to hear from your mouth.

The demon is just monitoring your relationship status like a hawk, too.

Demons are possessive no matter the rank.

If he suspects someone of being too close to you, he'll deal with it.

Murder or manipulation depends on how much of a threat they are.

There are also times he gets too clingy, too.

He acts too close with you, like you're just the bestest friends!

When, in reality, you have to remind him to be professional as your boss.

It's not like you can get him to listen to you, though.

By your profession, you're under him.

Which allows him to get away with things much easier.

No normal person should know the more personal things about you...

Mephisto does.

At some point he expects to fully court you.

He'll do his best to be a patient demon.

Although, if you just aren't trusting him, he may need to be more forceful.

Aren't you clever... not giving into him treating you as a favorite.

Ungrateful, too.

Looks like he'll have to try harder.

While he may be patient, that can be strained the further his obsession goes on.

Soon, Mephisto may decide to use his power imbalance to get you to be his.

Things like... threatening your job.

He has the power to fire you...

But he doesn't as he's so kind to you.

Have any scandals? Don't want those getting out.

Mephisto seems like the type of person to blackmail and manipulate you into being with him.

What were you expecting from a demon?

Him to play fair?

Why should he if you're right there in front of him to take?

He wouldn't kidnap.

Mephisto just likes to use mind tricks to push and pull you around.

With either physical objects or emotional motivation, Mephisto plans to have you wrapped around his finger.

If he can't get you to fall for him willingly...

The power he has over you might force it.

"How's my favorite teacher doing today, (Y/N)~?"

[chxrry-writes]

Hello, what Blue Exorcist characters do you write for?

Hello ! I write for rin okumura , yukio okumura , mephisto pheles , Kamaki Izumo , Suguro Ryūji , Shima Renzo, Konekomaru Miwa, Shiemi Moriyama and Kuro.

But, this list will probably change later on.

[meltyvoidyheart]

HI!! I'm @curiouslyvoidy , and this is my selfship blog! There's info about me, the rules for my blog, and my f/os under the cut!

About Me :

Name - Curious Void/Solaris

Age - 19

Gender - Astrogender/Nonbinary

Pronouns - They/Them, Xe/Xem, Stell/Stellar, Star/Starry, Sol/Solar

Orientation - Panromantic Demi-Sexual

Rules :

1. 18+ followers only! I'll block you if you don't state your 18+ on your blog. My blog will have suggestive posts, all will be tagged #suggestive if you don't wish to see them :>

2. Any F/Os that have a 🌟 next to it, I don't feel comfortable sharing with others, but the rest I don't mind!

3. Harassment and spam will get you blocked!

4. DNI: Bigots (including aro/ace phobes, terfs, transmeds, antisemitic, etc.), proshippers/anti-antis, cringe culture, pro-para (the dangerous ones), yandere blogs

F/Os List :

Romantic :

🌟 Chatter Addison - #Speed Demon⚡️

🌟 Micro Addison - #Musical Heart 🩵

( ocs made by @wholeroastpotion )

🌟 Sun/Moon/Eclipse - #Celestial Gaurdian 🌓 (from FNAF)

Montgomery Gator - #Alligator Rockstar 🐊 (from FNAF)

🌟Emmet/Kudari - #Battle Subway Boss 🚅 (from Pokémon)

Ingo/Nobori - #Conductor Lost to Time 🚊(from Pokémon)

🌟Guzma - #Big Bad Bug Lover 🐛 (from Pokémon)

🌟N - #Prince of Unova 👑 (from Pokémon)

Rouge the Bat - #Heart Thief 🦇 (from Sonic the Hedgehog)

Vector the Crocodile - #Scaley Detective 🔍 (from Sonic the Hedgehog)

Papyrus - #The Bravest Skeleton 🦴 (from Undertale)

Spamton - #Glitchy Businessman 💌 (from Deltarune)

Gajeel Redfox - #Heart of Steel 🖤 (from Fairytail)

Yukio Okumura - #Son of Satan 🔥 (from Blue Exorcist)

Mephisto Pheles - #The King of Time 🕒 (from Blue Exorcist)

Satoru Gojo - #Speical Grade 👁 (from Jujitsu Kaisen)

Muriel - #The Hermit 🐻 (from Arcana)

Asra - #The Magician 🦊 (from Arcana)

Portia - #The Star 🐱 (from Arcana)

Belphegor - #Avatar of Sloth 😴 (from Obey Me!)

Satan - #Avatar of Wrath 😈 (from Obey Me!)

Asmodeus #Avatar of Lust 🩷 (from Obey Me!)

Barbatos - Servent of Sweets 🍰 (from Obey Me!)

Kuya - #Sleepy Corvid Angel 💤 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Aoi - #Seer of Art 🎨 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Shizuki - #The Icy Wind ❄ (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Toichiro - #Trickster Kitsune 💜 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Kuro - #Cheerful Circus Spirit 🧡 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Nachi - #Loyal Feline 😸 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Platonic/Friendship:

Nightcrawler - #Demonic Sweetheart ❤️‍🩹 (from X-Men)

🌟Capsaicin Cookie - #The Spice Overlord 🔥 (from Cookie Run Kingdom)

Cilan - #Pokémon Connoisseur 🍃 (from Pokémon)

Clemont - #Expert Machine Exploder 💥 (from Pokémon)

Hugh - #Team Plasma Hunter (from Pokémon)

The Puppet - #SAVE THEM 🎁 (from FNAF)

Toge Inumaki - #Cursed Speech (from Jujitsu Kaisen)

(S/I list not finished yet)

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Mephisto Pheles & Amaimon (Platonic Scenario - "The Narrow Gate")

Warnings: Catholicism, Religious Fanaticism, Stalking, Abduction, Violence, Death, Drowning, Immolation, Insects, Blood, Emotional/Psychological Manipulation, Toxic Minds.

Word Count: 12,943.

A.N. - Just in time for Amaimon's anniversary!

Mephisto was often the brightest part of his office, with the height of the walls shadowing his rows of anime figurines and associated paraphernalia. The sheen of his deep purple hair faded the lower the sun fell, but the rise of the full moon cast it in a misty glow akin to the surface of the ocean. The white cloak around his shoulders and his equally white dress shirt and clownish pants reflected light on the darkest days.

Amaimon lacked his older brother’s shine, but he compensated for it by moving around the room more than a restless hound locked in the backyard. The bottom of his oxblood red tailcoat darted from the ceiling to the floor, then the corner of your desk, which sat adjacent to Mephisto’s on a less extravagant but more packed scale. The younger demon king had spiked hair like a tree in a patch of grass, and it rose above the mountains of thick folders and loose papers standing on either side of your head.

The poke on the edge of your mouth went unnoticed by your haggard mind for several moments, its energy having been poured into the tax returns unfolding before your eyes. When you shifted your gaze in an almost robotic fashion, you noticed the spherical shape of a gobstopper raising the corner of your upper lip as it was pushed against your teeth.

You dropped the pencil in your grip and nudged the half-gloved hand away. “I can’t afford to break my teeth right now,” came your murmur, half the words slurred from disorientation.

Before you could rediscover the correct line of the tax history, Amaimon maneuvered his upper body around the towers of unfinished work and peered into your mouth. “Your teeth are flat,” he noted as if he were the first to ever do so. “Not like mine. See?” He opened his mouth with a long “blah” sound and exposed his teeth to the yellowish light of the desk lamp.

As soon as his lips parted, you were slapped with a rancid odour so foul and startling that it nearly compensated for the three hours of sleep you had gotten the previous night.

It was bits of sweet and sour candies that had never been swallowed, the acids in his saliva having melted them but the passage of many years having calcified them on his gums and teeth.

It was the stink of a mouth that had not touched toothpaste for centuries, and you attempted to distract yourself from it by pondering how his teeth were not falling out of his skull like leaves from a tree in autumn.

The sharp edges of his canines were well-defined and resembled those of a wolf. At the front of both his upper and lower jaws were a pair of elongated fangs, their placement reminiscent of vampires in the age of black and white television.

Multiple strings of spit connected his upper teeth to his lower teeth, yet he continued to lean closer, push his tongue farther, and extend the “blah” sound.

Mephisto glanced at the origin of the noise in bewilderment, only to squeeze the pen until his knuckles turned white and contorted his expression into a grimace. “Amaimon!”

He almost shouted the name but steadied his disgust to a veneer of shaky composure, folding his hands on top of each other and straightening his back to a rigid degree while his left eyebrow twitched. “Leave them to their work,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

Amaimon peeked at his older brother before closing his mouth and retreating to the end of the table. The King of Time shook his head, redirecting his attention to the sight of you rushing your recovery to focus on the donor work once again.

A pleased smile graced his lips, and he took an unnecessary breath for no other reason than to turn the spotlight on himself. “How about we take a break?”

The immediate curiosity on your face encouraged the headmaster to stand and stretch his arms with a few pops of the joints. He lengthened the amount of time it took to reach your desk by walking at a casual pace, his hands rising and genuine excitement slipping into his voice. “We can watch the new season of Hani Hani Sisters, or maybe you'd like to test that rollercoaster you paid for?”

Amaimon looked up from where he had been scratching the belly of his hobgoblin, the round beast lying supine with one leg in the air. “They can't. They promised to play fetch with Behemoth tonight.” The hobgoblin jumped up at the word “fetch” and scanned the office as if searching for the object you or his master had thrown.

The scribbles of your pencil ceased. “I did?”

When the King of Earth stopped licking his lollipop and turned in your direction, you slowly lifted your head, tensed your shoulders, and pulled your lips into a desperate imitation of calm. “Is this another one of those promises I made after not sleeping for two days?” Your tone was akin to a nervous parent struggling to explain a sensitive truth to their kid.

Mephisto clasped his hands together, eyes shut and teeth exposed in a pleased smile. “I have a splendid idea! Why don't we come to my quarters for a slumber party instead? Just the three of us!” The sound of panting drew his eye to Behemoth idling with his tongue dangling from his mouth, and the demon king traded his initial confusion for amusement. “Mm, four!”

You turned your head and rested the side of it on your palm to avoid it slamming into the table out of exhaustion. “I have a house, you know.”

Amaimon observed you as if not understanding the purpose of the statement. “Yes, I know.” Ignoring the look of surprise and concern you hurled in his direction, he turned to his brother once more when the King of Time refused to yield any ground in the discussion.

“Oh, but I just received my new shipment of green tea ice cream!” He gesticulated with grace and acquired the sly tone of a businessman wanting to secure a deal. “It would taste much better if I could share it with someone, and you're aware of how Amaimon gets around sugar.”

The memories of raided popsicle boxes and coming home to empty dessert stashes instilled weariness in his voice. “If I give him a carton, he'll eat it all before I even have a spoonful.”

Amaimon unwrapped a piece of hard candy and tossed it into his mouth, eyes and mind drifting away from the conversation. Mephisto narrowed his gaze at the sweet-toothed demon before lowering his arms and replenishing his joy when he looked at you. “Do take me up on my offer. It won't be available forever.”

You blinked and nearly fell asleep, but the rough texture of the pencil brushing your skin was a painful reminder of the work waiting to be filed. “I need to finish this.”

Discontent flashed across the King of Time like a lightning strike in a dark field. His smile wavered to a frown as he eyed the latest paper, only for it to be reborn with expectant eagerness when his gloved hand landed on the doorknob. “Very well, but I shall return to check your progress!” As Mephisto opened the door, he waved at you but stopped at the apathetic look of his younger brother.

“Amaimon, come with me.” Amaimon, who was reclining on the side of your desk, paused his chewing with a grunt of bewilderment. Mephisto beckoned to him as if luring a dog, and a string of grumbles muffled by the crunches of potato chips followed the King of Earth as he departed with Behemoth at his heels. The door closed after a final wave from Mephisto.

* * *

Letting your back slump against the door, you pressed a hand to your steaming forehead and winced at the ache that was popping like razors across your nerves. It was when the emptiness of your stomach swelled to a dull pain that you realized you could not remember the taste of your last meal or the last time a drop of water had eased your parched throat.

A binder of contract agreements was teetering on your raised forearm and the hand that curled around its side, and the thick bundles of documents inside it shuffled.

The weight of the binder seemed to grow every minute despite having papers taken out of it. Regret over accepting the job and finding yourself where you did in life stewed in your mind like a soup that was never ready, but you dismissed these thoughts as the usual negativity that came with a lack of sleep.

After blowing a sigh into the quiet air of the dark hall, you were somewhat jolted out of your weary state by a lone footstep in the adjacent corridor.

It resounded from just around the corner, the ensuing silence failing to hide the secondary clicks and taps along the wall. The darkness that surrounded you was devoid of any light, and the inky black played tricks on your sleep-deprived mind by teasing humanoid shapes and flashes of movement. The ceiling creaked as if burdened with an unexpected weight.

You cursed the human need to blink for fear that your tired brain would interpret closing your eyes for any amount of time as an opportunity to fall asleep. A downward glance proved that the cold tile floors were no place to lay your head, promising to bust your skull like a lead pipe if you hit them in a spell of drowsiness.

Hesitating to breathe and risk missing a noise, you tucked the binder into the space between your arm and chest and began marching down the hall in the opposite direction.

The destination of your trek meandered from the nearest classrooms to Mephisto's room to your car far away in a parking lot. It fluctuated with each sound that troubled your ears as the safety and accessibility of every option came under doubt, for the noises on the ceiling were growing faster and more determined to close the distance.

The addition of stairs to the chase provided a meagre degree of relief, one that surged to horror when the sound of intermittent thuds followed your frantic strides as if someone was hopping down four or five steps at a time.

The bells had rung hours earlier and sent home every student and teacher except for a small handful. Once the silvery glow of the moon shone through a window at the end of the hall, you dared not look over your shoulder despite hearing an explosion of manic laughter at the foot of the stairs.

It was brimming with enthusiasm like a child playing a fun game, and the thuds of hands and feet smacking the ground proceeded to gain an abnormal amount of speed.

At a car's length away, the thuds were replaced by a rush of wind.

You ducked into a classroom next to the window, which shattered into a wave of jagged glass as a large figure crashed through it.

“Wee!” A squeal of joy ravaged the peace of the campus and echoed in the windy air. It was silenced by a green and brown shape plummeting from the third floor into the soil and rolling forward before easing to a stop.

Amaimon lifted his head, dirt in his mouth and arms outstretched to enjoy the whips of the wind against his limbs. Glass shards sprinkled the earth beside him, but he jumped up with indefatigable haste and lunged at the wall of the academy.

The heels of his boots scraped the rough texture and kicked bits of stone to the ground. His fingernails, long and sturdy, dug into the crevices and propelled him towards the broken window.

Energized breaths left his mouth in bursts of laughter, and his pointed ears were beginning to lengthen. Just as his pupils were dilating and he was at the halfway point, his ascent was spoiled by a pair of yelps from below.

“That's the King of Earth!” Two cram school students whose presence he had not cared to notice were aiming pistols at him, their bullets soaked in holy water and the straps of their bags hanging around their necks.

The one who spoke did so with barely enough courage to raise her voice above a whisper. She looked upon the demon king with shaking hands and quivering lips, yet the girl found the strength to move in front of her classmate.

“Leave this place—” she wavered for an instant as if struggling to imagine an appropriate threat “—or we'll be forced to shoot!” The decrease in force behind her assertion betrayed an inner wish not to engage the demon in any way.

When Amaimon cast a lackadaisical eye upon the brave student, her strength drained from her arms like water down a gutter. “I can't leave. The game isn't over.”

The girl who cowered at the side of the brave student glanced at the third-floor window, her voice meek and filled with a timid confusion. “Game?” Her fears wandered to disturbing ends as she recalled what rooms populated that floor. “Did he do something to the headmaster's assistant?”

Peering at her classmate with a grunt of surprise, the brave student, too, looked at where he had come from and spiralled into a gale of concern and defiance. “Hey, stay away from them!”

A line of bullets peppered the area of the wall to which the demon clung, and one landed near his face after another pierced the frayed hem of his tailcoat.

Amaimon recoiled from the wisp of steam grazing his nose, strings of green hair wafting from his scalp onto the palm of his hand. His eyes widened at the sight before gradually narrowing to slits, and his lips curled to bathe the entirety of his fangs in the silvery moonlight.

The brave student turned her head in the direction of her classmate but refused to take her eyes off the demon king. “Get the headmaster!”

The timid girl started to run, only to pause and look back in a mixture of dismay and bafflement. “Hasn't he gone home?”

Firing one last shot, the brave student winced at the click of an empty magazine. She lowered her pistol and turned at a ninety-degree angle to oversee the girl's departure. “He stays late when they're working! Now go!”

As the door to the lobby of the academy came within arm's length of the timid girl, a spherical shape leapt into her way and skidded to a halt in a mess of dirt and drool.

The hobgoblin was larger and hungrier than any she had seen in training camps, and it wore a black harness on its round body like a dog off its leash. It had bashed its side against the thick door and rattled the hinges with a vicious carelessness that prompted the girl to flinch and stumble backwards.

Before she could do more than open her mouth to shout, the brave student was preoccupied with a gust of wind and a shadow passing overhead. The grass in front of her was flattened by a pair of stacked heel boots, and an oxblood red tailcoat swayed in the breeze.

Amaimom tapped his fingernails together, looking between them and her face as if judging something. “My cousin has been asking when I'm going to bring him some eyeballs. Yours are nice enough.”

* * *

Reaching into his pocket, Amaimon unveiled a lollipop and began to unwrap it. “I was merely playing hide and seek with my human friend. Then the exorcists told me I had to go away.” He dropped the wrapper on the floor, earning a look of tired disbelief from Mephisto.

“They were still hiding when I found them, but they said I smelt like a dead animal and didn't want to come near me.” The King of Earth chomped the lollipop and turned away. “I took them home anyway.”

Mephisto clenched his fists until the leather stretched and pressed them against the surface of his desk, refraining from slamming them by channelling his anger into a yell. “Because of your antics, two of my finest students are in the hospital!”

Taking a deep breath, Mephisto reclined on his chair and closed his eyes while massaging his forehead with his thumb, middle, and index fingers. “The doctors are saying they won't be out for weeks.”

Amaimon acknowledged this truth with an idle hum and resumed licking his lollipop. “They shouldn't have interrupted me.”

Mephisto opened his mouth to chastise the younger demon king, but before he could say a word, there came the sound of footsteps storming towards his office.

Amaimon sniffed the air and bared his teeth at the door, his hand tightening around the lollipop stick.

“Get out of here! I can't have you seen.” Mephisto waved his arm at the King of Earth, who turned back to him and lingered in puzzlement for a moment. Once a fist collided with the door, Amaimon glanced at it with unsatisfied resentment before vanishing into the floor.

The entrance burst open to allow the narrowed eyes and gritted teeth of Shura Kirigakure to pour into the room.

Her hair was dyed red and yellow like fire, and her stomps carried an equally potent fury. “You've got five minutes to explain what happened to those students. Disappoint me, and the Vatican gets a new report.”

Mephisto wagged the file in the air both to fan himself and to simulate the floppy pages of a newspaper. “Five minutes to explain today's edition of the news?”

The woman plopped onto the chair sitting across from his own and swung one of her legs over the armrest, pressing her elbows to the opposite armrest and fixing the headmaster with a disgruntled stare. “We both know you'd never let a wild animal set foot in your academy. The Vatican smells a demon, and I'm in no place to disagree.”

Stifling a grunt of frustration, the King of Time set the file on his desk and raised a hand to the side of his head. “Don't you have more pressing matters demanding your attention?”

She rolled her shoulders in an untroubled shrug and crossed her arms behind her head in an ‘X’ shape to form a makeshift pillow. “Nope. Keeping an eye on the students here is my main responsibility.” The Upper-First class Exorcist shut her eyes as if to take a catnap, but the smug chime of Mephisto caused her to peek at him and watch the lies spew from his mouth.

The smile on his face was mocking to the utmost degree, taking all the accomplishments of her life and spitting on them. “If incidents like these are occurring, you must not be very adept at your job.”

Shura untangled her arms and rose with a scoff, her eyes widening and her mouth opening slightly at the audacity of the conclusion. She stood from the chair as if repelled and marched to the headmaster with loud and forceful steps.

The King of Time observed her approach in amused silence, and he intertwined his hands in front of his chest like a supervillain plotting in the dark.

Shura slammed her palms onto the desk, rattling the myriad pens and trinkets on it and nearly spilling the green tea ice cream. “You wanna know what I think happened?” Her voice was simmering with untapped rage as she looked Mephisto in the eye. “You let Amaimon off his leash, and he went apeshit on a couple of students!”

Balancing the bowl with a swift hand and a startled “oh,” Mephisto watched the delicacy to ensure it was stable before flashing an inviting smile at Shura. “Care for a taste?” His eyes drifted back to the ice cream as he tapped the metal spoon against the porcelain bowl and swirled it a bit.

The cold and viscous texture of the dessert had begun to melt under the rays of the evening sun, and the demon king’s visage soured in barely concealed displeasure.

“The original recipient is indisposed.” He hesitated on the final word as if sifting a collection of possible choices and plucking the most discreet option.

Shura turned her head away and leaned back, her eyes narrowing with a quiet scoff.

She looked at the slow drip of the ice cream, and despite the irritation gnawing at her, a tiny smile of reluctant amusement graced her lips. “Two students were almost killed last night.”

The haunting stare of a demon guffawing on the inside caused the woman to drop any intention of humouring him.

“And your peace offering is hand-me-down ice cream?” After shaming the King of Time with a scornful glare that intensified at his lack of a reaction, Shura retracted her arms and walked to the door.

The smell of candy tickled her nose, but she restrained the impulse to punch the headmaster and instead squeezed the doorknob. “I’m not cutting you any slack in my next report.”

Mephisto raised the spoon to his lips and ate a chunk of the soupy dessert, its sweetness mixed with green tea bringing a reserved delight to his face. “I don't doubt it.”

* * *

A crash shook the springs of your bed like a mini earthquake, and sharp flecks smacked your cheeks and forehead. The projectiles bounced to the floor as the incessant poking dragged your depleted mind out of unconsciousness the way an owner dragged their unwilling dog through a park.

You teetered on the brink of sleeping once again every time the specks relented for a short while, the wave of tiredness ebbing with each hit and sweeping back over you just as rapidly.

When the commotion stilled and the attacks on your face ceased, the beastly grogginess pressing down on you relaxed into the beginning of another dream.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” protested an airy voice from your bedside. It was as if a bolt of lightning had destroyed the roof of your house and struck you in your bed, and the sensation of peeling open your heavy eyes was a painful fight against the crust accumulating on your eyelids.

The action itself seemed to demand more energy than you had, leaving your limbs to tingle and hang among the sheets in fatigue-induced paralysis. The alert beats of your heart pumped enough adrenaline into your system to allow for a minute of examining the silvery streaks in the room.

The curtains on the window were flapping and billowing from the recent push of air, and the bright eye of the moon illuminated a mangled pile of wood and insulation on the centre of the floor.

A swish of brownish-red fabric drew your gaze to the silhouette standing over your bed with one hand raised to its mouth and a pinkie extended. Soft clacks resounded in the bedroom as the figure leaned down and stuffed its face much too close to yours, the scent of its breath conjuring a familiar yet unidentifiable revulsion.

As it passed the area of the window unprotected by the slowing curtains, a strip of moonlight tinged the green hair upon its head.

“I missed you.” The confession was uttered, not with affection or any great sentiment, but rather as if its benign tone explained away all confusion and suspicion about the encounter. It told you to accept it without judgement and climb out of your warm bed to await what came next.

The identity of the voice and the sunken face that produced it drifted into your thoughts with the revolving night, yet, in the working hangover that a day of rest had not abated, you found only lethargy stirring on your lips.

The sound was a languid exhale that brought your head back down onto the pillow. The colossal effort it would take to clean the debris, patch the wall, and argue with a demon king at the same time was too much, spawning no greater wish than to sleep and pretend the issue did not exist for a few more hours.

Amaimon denied you this luxury, for he slipped his arms around your torso and began to carry you as if you weighed nothing at all.

When the first whips of the night air thrashed your skin after what seemed like an eternity spent in the darkness of your bedroom, the sudden cold was wild enough to shock you into awakening. You shed the blanket of exhaustion like an old, tattered coat and permitted your bleary eyes to experience the shimmering lights of Tokyo.

From the starry sky where you looked upon the city like a bird who had the freedom to with a single beat of its wings, the lives of everyone who inhabited it were too small to see beyond the tall statures of their homes.

Amaimon levitated on your right, and the round surface bobbing underneath you revealed itself to be that of Behemoth. The leather texture of the harness on the hobgoblin’s back was smooth, with a spot of roughness coasting your palm when it touched one of the studs.

Behemoth looked ahead and had no response to your fidgeting, but the occasional grunt and flick of his dangling tongue proved that he was conscious.

The peace of the midnight air and the howl of its breeze were ruined by a periodic click. Amaimon was clacking his teeth against one of his fingernails in absentminded bites, his eyes wide and staring at the fuzzy shapes of the distant lights.

“Did you know that True Cross Academy and Mepphyland have twenty-five different zoning contracts between them?” You turned back to the skyline with a level of fatigue one step away from collapsing, and Amaimon wondered if he would need to catch you before you slid down the side of Behemoth and plummeted to the city. “I didn't want to know that. Now I do anyway.”

Your half-closed eyes drooped and blinked with increasing slowness, glazing over and facing the city but remembering none of it. The meanings of different shapes and colours were diminishing as your ability to gauge depth and be aware of more than the scruffy material beneath your hand flickered like a dying flame.

When you started to droop, the King of Earth shattered the boiled sweet in his mouth with a piercing crunch.

* * *

Mephisto spared a curious eye, for his younger brother did not land with a graceful hop but rather with the heels of his boots slamming into the floorboards. Instead of squatting and sitting like a frog, Amaimon stood at his full height and held the King of Time’s gaze with unwavering intensity. “You’re hurting them, Big Brother.”

His voice lacked any real inflection, but there was a level of uncompromising certainty in it that elicited a dash of amusement in the older brother.

“Oh?” Hiding a coy smile behind the rim of his teacup, Mephisto enjoyed the herbal, seaweed-like aroma wafting out of the green tea. “Do enlighten me.” He lowered the teacup and pursed his lips to blow a thin strip of air across the surface of the liquid.

His green eyes dipped to follow the course of the ripple, and a clink broke the silence as he set the teacup on a dainty piece of china with pink flowers and thorny vines painted on the edges.

When the King of Time met the unblinking gaze boring into his own, he found Amaimon watching his subtlest twitches and refusing to break eye contact as if there was no world outside of the gruelling emotion whose purpose eluded him. “You’re giving them too much work, and now they’re too tired to play with me.”

He explained his grievance with the simplicity of a child, causing Mephisto to turn his head down and adjust the fine china to conceal the way his fangs glistened in the light of the midday sun.

The chorus of fragile porcelain tapping an equally delicate bit of porcelain was a melodious sound to his pointed ears, but the smile on his face was not born of such quiet amusements. It was the sneer of repressed scowls and plots unfolding.

“I didn't realize their work-life balance was of such great importance to you.” The muscles in his lips relaxed into a look of thoughtful pride as he took a small packet from the corner of the desk and tore it down the middle.

The paper began to split into two halves that bent in opposite directions, pouring a bundle of tea leaves into the drink and swirling a brown tinge into the green liquid.

Amaimon tilted his head while looking through the shiny interior of the packet, and he spoke as if repeating an obvious fact. “Every part of their life is a part of mine. Isn't that right, Big Brother?”

A loud rip echoed in the office when Mephisto yanked the two halves away from each other.

After glancing at the sweet-toothed demon king, he faked a chortle and raised the teacup to his mouth. “Of course.” The King of Time sipped the freshly seasoned tea and winced at the bitter taste.

“I suppose I could take them off the zoning assignment.” The teacup was returned to the plate, and Mephisto looked askance at his younger brother with a mischievous demand for obedience.

“However,” he pressed his knuckles to the underside of his jaw, “you have to promise me you won't lead any more attacks on the student body.”

The eye of Amaimon had drifted to a lollipop he was lifting from his pocket.

“Or the faculty.”

The sounds of a crinkling wrapper stopped, and the King of Earth slowly turned.

Mephisto, whose narrowed eyes were challenging him to dispute his command and promising death for any indulgence of the malevolent instincts he saw lurking, did not relent until Amaimon looked away first.

“Okay,” came the bored drone of the younger demon king. He plopped the candy into his mouth with a clack of his teeth, the hard object muddying his voice a bit. “When are they getting here?”

The King of Time brought his thumb and index finger together for a mute tap, and he gazed at the ruined green tea in bitter disappointment. “It would seem we’re alone today.” He rubbed the tips of his fingers against each other as if testing the consistency of a dark assumption. “I’ve heard a most disquieting rumour that the Vatican got a bit too friendly with our mutual acquaintance.”

Mephisto rose from his lofty chair and stepped around the side of his desk, dragging one hand across the surface and placing the other on his pink and white spotted ascot.

“I intend to investigate it before day’s end.” As he neared the door, Amaimon lurched in front of him. His arms were slightly extended from his side, and his pupils had dilated like an animal going to hunt.

“May I come with you, Big Brother?” The frantic energy of his movement suggested to Mephisto that the younger demon king would sow chaos in Japan if the King of Time was not there to lend his mature guidance.

Summoning his top hat in a puff of pink smoke, Mephisto slid the item onto his head and held the rim between two fingers. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”

* * *

The dungeon of the Vatican headquarters was arid and windless, its decrepit brick walls marred with the symbols of ancient warding and the cracks of failed attempts to burrow through them. It reeked of old sweat left to cook in sterile heat and slow death, but there was a rare splash of cupcakes and cookies in the widest cell.

The iron door was as thick as a log in the forest, one that promised any noise would not seep beyond the confines of the dungeon.

An exorcist who was regretting his black trenchcoat stood next to the metal bars of the wide cell. He struggled to meet the green eyes of the demon king sauntering into the accursed room after sharing a few words with his madcap brother, but the man found the courage to speak once he grasped the cross around his neck.

“The Vatican knows there's a mole in this sector. If I were to disclose such information now, they would trace it back to me before the end of the week.”

Mephisto pulled the top hat off his head and twirled it at the exorcist in a mock gesture of respect. “Come now, I'm quite fond of you. Don't make me rethink our partnership.” The hat vanished in a puff of pink smoke, and the King of Time leaned forward slightly to rest his chin on the top of the umbrella.

His green eyes evaluated the man in the way a chess master awaited the move of an opponent, their subtle glow criticizing the smallest actions.

Clutching a button on his trenchcoat, the exorcist squeezed the object and cradled it in the palm of his hand. He kept his head down and examined the beads of sweat dampening his skin. “Forgive me, Ser Pheles. But the Vatican's orders are absolute this time.”

The shaking of his limb was uncontrollable, but he prayed for the demon not to notice even as he heard a sigh of disappointment.

Mephisto switched his umbrella from his left hand to his right hand and propped it on the wall. “We won't be needing this.” As he pinched the ends of his sleeves with his gloved fingers and adjusted the tightness in the cuffs, his gaze wandered to the exorcist and developed a malicious quality.

The demon king flexed the muscles in his hands as if stretching before a workout, and his first step forward was quick and precise.

The exorcist retreated with an uncertain grunt that he failed to suppress and cursed as soon as it happened, his arms rising from his side and idling next to the holster for his pistol.

Despite not looking at the concealed weapon, Mephisto's smile of torturous delight only grew. The King of Time rushed the man before he could move beyond drawing the handgun and shoved his fingertips into the exorcist's temple.

A clank echoed in the still of the dungeon as the pistol clattered to the floor, and a sense of breathlessness wrapped its claws around the mind of the exorcist and compressed it as if two hands were crushing his skull.

The nerves in his body no longer responded to his silent cries for escape, obeying the will of the demon sifting his memories and bringing his arms outwards to dangle uselessly. Shame and confusion born of powerlessness clenched his being and evolved into a sole desire for this painful invasion to end.

When the coveted information was plucked from the banks of his mind, the invisible chains holding his limbs went away with the demon.

The wicked force had relented, yet the sensation of having oneself torn open as a fish fillet lingered. It poisoned the man's brain and infused it with perpetual fear, the kind that remained no matter how far he crawled or how many tears he shed.

His immobile body fell to the ground with a thud, lines of spittle coating his lips and trickling down his chin. His mouth twitched and struggled to pronounce incoherent mumbles that occasionally gave way to fragments of the Gospel of John.

Each word was given a different inflection and varied from unintelligible noises no more meaningful than the babbling of an infant to volatile whimpers, with many surging forth at a high volume only to wane before the final syllable was uttered.

Amaimon, his fingernail between his teeth as if testing the sturdiness of the keratin would relieve the stress clenching his stomach like bad shellfish, stopped as the door at his back opened.

The light of the candles inside the dungeon illuminated the darkness of the corridor and the restless look of a predator itching to attack something, which he wore as comfortably as a man donning his favourite coat.

Mephisto emerged with one hand on the ferrule of his umbrella and the other settling his top hat upon his head, and the pride of someone who had just secured an important deal oozed from him like heat from the desert sun. “The Vatican is feeling sentimental this morning. I shall invite our brethren to the party.”

A hiss escaped the King of Earth, his legs racing to match the pace of his older brother. “They don’t know who not to kill, Big Brother.”

The chortle that Mephisto expelled was free and unconcerned as if the idea was absurd. “I will inform them of the rules. Should they be violated, I will deal with the demon responsible.”

* * *

Rows upon rows of pews stretched from the entrance to two-thirds of the church, their wooden arches dusty and in perfect alignment with each other.

Groups of candles hung from the ceiling in the round formation of chandeliers, but the simple designs of the wax sticks and the plain iron welded to them offered nothing more than the orange light of the humble flames.

The curved ceiling dipped into a smaller area of the church, which was distinguished by the great number of crosses and its proximity to a large mosaic.

The main altar, with its shield of hallowed texts opened to the Gospel of Mark and a stone crucifix overlooking it, had remained untouched by the darkness.

From the moment the exorcists and priest brought you to the heart of the church in shackles, the sun had dimmed and been obscured by a series of vines and branches hugging the outside of the building.

The remainder of the church, including the balconies on the second floor, had fallen under this blanket of shadows and caused the eyes of many exorcists to throb from excessive squinting.

One exorcist saw a few of the branches and vines wither as various prayers were mumbled by his comrades, but the dead foliage was replaced with denser and faster-growing plants within seconds.

The footfalls of his thick boots on the decrepit floorboards of the church were the loudest sound, all else fading to carry it into an echo that chimed every second like a heartbeat. “The vines are smothering us.”

The priest clenched his teeth and studied a biblical passage in the way a detective scoured a crime scene for answers before flipping the page. “We mustn’t allow fear to seep into our hearts.” A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head, and his eyes were squinted as if an illness was twisting his insides into a bow.

“Heaven will protect their chosen.” A breathless difficulty clung to his voice like someone who had run a great distance and needed to recover their energy.

Drawing his lips into a tight frown, the exorcist swallowed the doubt bubbling in his gut and cast a worried glance at the adjacent window. The sunlight, once a blinding array of vivid colours, had been reduced to a weak glow that struggled to pass the vines and branches.

With each new sliver of darkness that crept into the holy grounds, his faith in the success promised by his colleagues dwindled until it, too, was little more than a shadow.

The booming shout of the priest curbed his onslaught of fear, and the exorcist turned to see the man dipping two of his fingers into a bucket held by another member of the congregation. A viscous liquid stuck to his skin that descended the length of his fingers with slow grace, shimmering in what light remained and emitting the smell of copper.

“May you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God,” he recited while bringing his outstretched fingers to your forehead, “ and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God.”

Crimson streaks cascaded down your face as he pressed his fingertips to it and moulded the shape of a cross. “Redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb.” The cold liquid was like an ice pack against your skin, and the sensation jolted you out of your unconscious state with a sharp intake of breath.

A rattle of the chains hugging your wrists and ankles attracted the wary gaze of every exorcist in the room, some muttering additional prayers and confirming the locations of their blessed weapons.

The vines pushed against the glass with revived force and created a series of new cracks around the old damage.

“The demon awakens!” proclaimed the priest as he kept his eyes fixed on you and refused to witness the gradual intrusion of nature.

When you examined the people watching you as if you were a zoo animal with voiceless alarm instead of convulsing and howling, the man narrowed his eyes and swung an arm at the nearby exorcists.

“The demon conceals itself. We must lure it to the surface!” A flurry of hurried footsteps ended with one pair of hands grasping your head and a second pair lifting a jug to your mouth.

You attempted to wrench free, but your mouth was slowly forced open and drowned in a surge of holy water. The fingers squeezing your cheeks caused an ache to blossom in your jaw, the dull pain evolving into spurts of harsh discomfort as your throat tightened.

Prevented from flowing with ease, the water kicked the sides of your throat and downgraded your ability to breathe to a combination of wheezing and gasping. Much of the liquid was returned to the floor, which earned a look of renewed confidence from the priest.

“In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior,” he began with a steel cross rising and devout insistence that his prayer was heard. “Strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God.”

The exorcists standing beside him raised a hand and traced the shape of the cross from their foreheads to their chests, but none of them repeated his words. “Of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul, and all the Saints that are powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil.”

The stink of smoke threw its suffocating tendrils into the air, the sun faded like stars in the light of dawn, and the sanctity of the church was a dream slipping further and further out of reach.

A faint scratching and nibbling drew the eye of a lone exorcist to the towering wooden doors of the main entrance. The cracks of different portions of wood followed it every few seconds, and the doors began to quake as if denying entry to widespread pressure.

The exorcist peered at the crevices between the two doors and underneath them, only to find blackness instead of the usual wisps of sunlight.

With an incessant skittering that was like pine needles in his ears, a sliver of the black detached from the rest and wriggled onto the brown floor of the church. Long antennae unfurled atop its head, and numerous pairs of tiny legs outstretched from its sides.

More specks of various sizes and shapes copied its movement, while the original darted to the foot of the exorcist with unnatural speed and burrowed into his shoe.

A wail of pain broke out of his mouth as he clutched his foot and slammed his back into the ground with a harsh thud. The insect was drilling into his skin and biting the flesh with undivided aggression as if the man had wronged it, shoving itself through the tendons and crawling up his leg in a nightmarish experience that had the exorcist screaming his horror into the still air of the church.

The doors were enveloped in a black wave that writhed from the hundreds of cicadas, giant centipedes, and cockroaches scurrying upwards and flooding into the church.

The hisses and shrieks of the cicadas rose to a never-ending buzz that devoured all other sounds. It was like waterfalls crashing into the earth on every side of him, and the high-pitched buzz swelled to such an incomparably deafening volume that blood leaked out of his eardrums.

Right as his head seemed about to explode, stingers began to jab his face and puncture his trenchcoat.

The exorcist was swarmed by a nest of giant hornets and centipedes that swept over him without stopping, and when the final members of the nest had left his body, he was no more than a pile of bones with an arm extended in a noiseless cry for help. His jaw dangled from his skull in a permanent expression of terror.

An exorcist who had come to investigate the commotion was struck by a bottomless explosion of fear, his mouth twitching and eyes watering before he turned and scrambled to the priest. “Beelzebub is here! The warding has fallen!”

Panicked murmurings spread through the regiment of exorcists, and frantic footsteps pounded along each corridor as blessed weapons were unleashed on the insects.

The priest took his first look at the vines smothering his church. The wall of faith around his heart began to shake, its bricks crumbling to dust and exposing his spirit to sinking dread.

In the darkness shrouding the stairs to the second floor, a small silhouette hid behind the column attaching the floor to the ceiling. It had the head and body of a shark but stood upright with the legs of a juvenile human.

The exorcist who was stationed there squinted and took a cautious step closer, resting one hand on his blessed pistol and the other on the cross around his neck. Through the dim glow of a pair of yellow eyes peeking around the column at him, he glimpsed a mouth of large fangs whose lips were peeled and missing to reveal bloodied gums.

The eyes were inside the mouth, and it took several moments of analysis for the exorcist to notice the floppy movements of the shark body and the second body controlling it like a costume. Before he could brandish his weapon or pronounce the beginning of a prayer to banish the King of Water Egyn, the man was overcome by a fit of coughing.

The coughs intensified into violent wheezing as droplets of water sprang from his lips. They plopped on the floor and stained the wood a darker shade of brown, the splotches multiplying with every desperate gasp.

When the exorcist started to gush torrents of water as if he were dunking his head in the ocean and attempting to swallow it, he staggered to the edge of the balcony and collapsed onto his knees. His vision was dimming and blurring from a lack of air, and the thrashes of his limbs were slowing to twitches.

Globs of water splashed onto the floor below.

The exorcist struggled to his feet and rested his arms on the guardrail, wincing at the unbearable pressure swelling in his core. He rocked his head back and forth in a pointless effort to stop the endless flow of liquid and fiddled with the buttons on his ruptured trenchcoat.

Just as he had succeeded in undoing the first button, he popped like a water balloon.

The lower level of the church was blanketed in red as streaks of blood and viscera thwacked the walls and floorboards with loud squelches.

The crimson rain dribbled down the robes of the priest and surrounding exorcists, and one of the exorcists turned to you with a hand raised in anger. “You summoned this evil! The House of God is defiled!” His voice was strained with dread and confusion, the back of his hand colliding with your cheek and bruising it as a chasm opened in the floor.

The upper body of an animalistic demon lunged out of it with a slam and an earsplitting hiss.

He had a tail like an alligator, green and red horns on the front of his head, and scaly arms that bore the colour of fresh grass and extended farther than the original bones. Black claws protruded from the end of the fingers, which he used to gouge the wood floor and heave himself out of the chasm.

A large puff of pink smoke materialized in the air, and it vanished to reveal Mephisto reclining on a plush armchair that levitated and bobbed. He crossed his legs and spawned a flagon and teacup in lighter puffs of pink smoke.

The jovial look on his face soured in disdain at the sight of the exorcists and your dishevelled figure, his eyes lowering to his younger brother with sinister amusement. “I would say to restrain yourself, but I doubt it will do much good.”

The exorcist who had backhanded you took one look at the green-eyed demon and lost most of the colour in his face. “Samael,” he whispered.

Mephisto concentrated on him with a sharp turn of his head, and when the demonic royal looked upon him as a wolf at a braying sheep, the spirit of God fled his heart and left only dull hopelessness.

From where he sat atop the chair like an emperor on a throne, the King of Time tightened his smile into a sneer and could not disguise the twitch in his eye as anything but a promise of torture. “Mephisto, if you will. I'm afraid we have a few untrained ears listening.”

The exorcist sputtered at hearing the demon king speak to him as if allowing the voice of the demonic to grate his ears would have an angel descend from Heaven and smite him for blasphemy.

He whipped around, only to strike you once more and reach for his cross to recite a prayer. “I adjure you, ancient serpent, by the judge of the living and the dead, by your Creator!”

He clenched your throat and forced it to remain erect. “By the Creator of the whole universe, by Him who has the power to consign you to hell, to depart forthwith in fear, along with your savage minions, from this servant of God!”

His orison was marked by a splash of holy water across your face, but his determination to cleanse your soul wavered at the yell that shook the foundation of the church.

It lost any semblance of control at an alarming rate and devolved into a feral howl, pouring out of the green-haired demon who was gaining muscle mass as if the strength was being pumped into him. His fangs lengthened until they were dripping with froth and almost too big to fit inside his mouth.

The exorcist shuddered and was robbed of his voice, the bottle of holy water in his grasp falling to the ground and shattering on the toe of his left boot. He moved his lips in a thoughtless plea for divine intervention, but no sound except for agitated breaths came from him as he realized the apoplectic rage of the King of Earth was focused on his pathetic form.

The demon king sprinted at him with his claws poised to inflict a deeper and more lasting pain than any exorcist could imagine in his most god-fearing nightmares.

After performing the split-second action of blinking, the exorcist opened his eyes to find himself embedded in the adjacent wall with half his body unresponsive to his attempts to move.

The portion of the wall he had entered was now concave, chunks of stone littering the ground at his feet. Agonizing pain inflamed his spine and rocketed through every nerve in his body as if someone had doused him in gasoline and lit a match.

Cold liquid ran down the back of his skull and neck, but underneath the mind-altering pain, the frantic growls of Amaimon pierced his ringing ears.

“You hit them,” he groaned with fervid discomfort as though it required a maddening effort to suppress his bestial instincts enough to speak a coherent sentence. The volume of his next words rose to deafening heights, a widespread rumble preceding it as if the crust of the planet was shifting in a titanic earthquake. “How dare you!”

With an upward swing of his arms, a boulder was dragged out of the mantle and surged through the floor in a storm of jagged pebbles and splinters. He pushed his arms forward and aimed his palms at the incapacitated exorcist, and the gigantic rock proceeded to slide towards the man.

A sea of floorboards was torn out of the foundation and spiralled through the air as the rock parted the ground and destroyed all obstacles in its path.

A sickness invaded the exorcist guarding the right side of the second-floor balcony, filling his lungs with putrid air and dragging the strength out of his body. His eyes fluttered shut in crushing exhaustion and opened with a spurt of alarm as he nearly lurched over the guardrail and cracked his skull on the old wood.

As the rotten scent of an unholy presence drew his shaky attention to the nearest corner, he spotted a patch of tan skin among the darkness that appeared to stretch farther back than the walls.

The hulking figure of Astaroth emerged from the shadows, and where he walked, the paint peeled off the walls, the wood in the floorboards rotted, and mushrooms sprouted from the decay.

A sharp inhale flooded the exorcist with adrenaline as the stench of roadkill and spoiled milk burned his nostrils and yanked the food in his stomach to his throat, which he fought by pressing a hand to his mouth and gagging. “Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered. Let them that hate Him flee before Him.”

Disease flowed from every pore on the demon king’s body, and the eternal fumes were so potent that the stone and brick in the floors and walls shrivelled like dehydrated skin.

The exorcist stumbled back and grasped the knife concealed in the sheath on his hip. He pulled it halfway out of the scabbard, its metal glistening from the sheen of holy water. “As smoke is driven away, so drive them away.”

The King of Rot marched to him with heavy steps devoid of fear or pity, his speed increasing with each thud.

“As wax melts before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God.”

The swing of the blade fell short of meeting its target, for a clawed hand seized his neck with impenetrable strength.

Unlike the searing heat expected by the exorcist, the hand was imbued with a cool warmth like a furnace whose light had been recently extinguished. It squeezed the oxygen out of his lungs as if the bone and muscles in his throat were a stress toy, the fingers of the demon pressing themselves into his skin and tainting it with crimson streaks.

It seemed he was as weightless as a feather when his feet could no longer touch the ground. The exorcist kicked his legs at nothing but air and raised his arms to clutch and pull the hand, but the pain wriggling in the nape of his neck drained the energy from him like blood from a flea.

His eyes, bulging and reddening, watched his world in helpless agony as it became limited to the ravenous gaze of a demon king.

Astaroth's face contorted with bestial eyes and a wide mouth that stretched further than the human skull would allow. Rows of needlelike teeth were exposed to the darkening light, and spiral horns like those of a bull protruded from the sides of his head.

He stood taller than any member of the conclave, and the muscles in his host's arms were swollen to such a disproportionate degree that the fabric of the red and black plaid sleeves had been shredded and now decorated the floor of the church in strips.

A tail coated in matted fur whipped the air behind him, the exorcist's pallid gaze following its lashes to catch a glimpse of the demon's brethren descending upon his congregation like vultures to carrion. He looked into the eyes of the infernal one who held him and saw the fiery pits which awaited his soul.

The inaudible whisper of a holy prayer snuck past his gasping lips, but the Prince of Gehenna returned his stare with the quiet yet ferocious wrath of a thousand condemnations.

“Your god has abandoned you.”

As the demon shattered his faith with the simple tone of someone commenting on the weather, the veins visible in its neck betrayed the slight pant rattling its jaw. The mouth of the rotten prince opened with a guttural snarl and extended a fat tongue of impressive length.

Droplets of saliva splattered the exorcist's cheeks, and darkness overwhelmed his vision as oversized fangs bit into his face.

In the parallel corridor, a third exorcist held the cross attached to his neck by rosary beads to his heart. The organ slammed against his ribcage as if wishing to leave his body.

These palpitations evolved into painful and dizzying spasms when a trail of fire erupted along the guardrails of the balcony, showering a dark-skinned woman in orange and red light that flickered across her yellow eyes.

Flames licked the wrappings on her feet, yet Iblis strode through them unharmed.

She had a face that looked as though it belonged to a snake. Her lips and eyes were stretched wider than any human’s and held a manic excitement that exposed the forked tongue and sharp teeth in her mouth.

The back of her lush hair was engulfed in a permeant fireball, and the fire spread to the rest of her like a toasty blanket on a cold night.

Her arms and hands aflame, the exorcist pulled his cross as far as the beads would permit and shoved it at the King of Fire. “Behold the Cross of the Lord! Flee, bands of enemies!”

Iblis crinkled her eyes in amusement and brought her flames and their sweltering heat nearer to the man until his skin had begun to sizzle.

As the fire jumped to his trenchcoat and swept across his body with unnatural swiftness, he cowered at the glowing eyes delighting in his agony and reached for the sidearm loaded with blessed bullets.

In his final breath, he was struck by a fear of eternal damnation. “May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us.” The corridor was illuminated by a flash of white light as the bang of a pistol firing was overtaken by the roar of sweeping flames.

A yelp escaped one of the few remaining exorcists on the bottom floor of the church, for a charred corpse had thwacked the space beside him moments later.

The skin was blackened beyond recognition, the clothes fused to the body and crackling like logs in the fireplace. Pieces of what used to be arms and legs that were now no more than a brittle husk had crumbled into streams of ash and flowed downwards into the crevices in the ground. The noise was like dust rolling from a hill, undercut by the smoke rising to the balcony.

The exorcist drew his hand from his forehead down to his chest, back to his forehead, then moved it from his left shoulder to his right shoulder. “In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.”

Tears had begun to leak from the corners of his eyes, and his voice – a mere hum in the chorus of screams and hellish roars echoing in the church – cracked and quivered with dwindling faith in the protection offered by the words.

Mephisto removed the armchair with a snap of his fingers and landed on the floor with a clunk of his high heel boots and a flutter of his white cloak. The tip of a pink umbrella rested between his folded hands, its stem hitting the ground and acting as a staff.

After observing the disarray with a genial smile, he lowered a hand to pat the wrinkles in his white dress shirt and straighten the material. “That’s enough of that.”

The exorcist was silenced by a sharp pain exploding in his gut, jerking his head down to behold the stem of a patchwork umbrella plunged into his stomach.

Mephisto twisted the object and shoved it deeper before placing a hand on the exorcist’s shoulder to prevent him from collapsing. The scent of the blood gushing from the man’s lips, the way he squirmed against the pointed end of the instrument, and the horror filling his wide-eyed gaze stirred a rush of exhilaration in the demon king.

Mephisto started to breathe with more force and tasted the surplus of drool gathering in his mouth. His green eyes developed a wild brightness like a wolf caught in the fervour of the hunt, his pupils dilating and his lips parting to reveal elongated fangs drenched in the shadows of multicoloured light filtered through the mosaics.

Squeezing the exorcist’s shoulder until he heard a satisfying snap, the demon sank his teeth into the man’s neck and tore at the flesh with ravenous enthusiasm.

The exorcist was pressed against his body and nearly crushed by the immense pressure of the fingers stabbing his collarbone. He fell to the ground in a dark puddle, with the chunk missing from his throat finding itself stuck between the bloodied teeth of Mephisto and cascading down the demon king’s chin in streams.

The frenzied excitement on his face lingered for another moment, but it calmed as Mephisto spawned a handkerchief in a puff of pink smoke.

He dabbed his mouth as if he were an aristocrat savouring an expensive dinner, his eyes crinkling and his voice taking its usual quality of smugness. “A gentleman should enjoy himself now and again.” He eyed the fresh corpse with a pleased hum and wiped the final splashes of crimson off his visage.

The priest retreated to the main altar at the rear wall of the church, outstretching the arm that held the steel cross. “Most cunning serpent, thou shalt no more dare to deceive the human race, persecute the Church, torment God’s elect and sift them as wheat.”

His eyes were fixed on the leathery tail lashing behind Amaimon, and as he met the gaze of the demon, his soul threatened to crumble like a candle under the pull of strong winds.

Six of the eight demon kings looked back at him, with Astaroth leaping down from the second-floor balcony and Iblis gliding down on a wave of fire.

The childlike figure of Beelzebub rose from a mound of insects near the entrance.

Glaring at the priest once his stare fell upon him, Egyn went to stand behind the much taller Iblis.

The longer the priest caught sight of Mephisto the more he forgot whether it was day or night, whether the time that passed was minutes or hours, and whether he was dreaming or awake. The world seemed to shrink to just what he saw in front of himself, and to any mechanisms beyond that, he was no better than an infant taking its first breaths.

The verses he had imprinted on his mind through years of training were the only ability his lips remembered, although he questioned whether the voice that recited them was his own.

“The Most High God commands thee. He with whom, in your great insolence, thou still claimest to be equal.” A statue in the image of Jesus Christ was bolted to the wall with iron latches, spanning the vertical length of the wall and half its horizontal length.

Christ was comprised of stone and a cross of thick wood, which appeared jagged from the many splinters curling and pointing. Coated in the brilliant light of the sun pouring through the windows, the stone man was bathed in a kaleidoscope of colours that illuminated the sprinkles of dust floating in the air.

Amaimon assessed the overwhelming size and durability of the statue made from the tireless precision of the devoted. His remorseless eye drifted to the priest, who clutched his smaller cross and shook it at the demon as if waving a torch at the monsters in the dark.

The priest forsook his last drop of hope as he witnessed the blackened soul of the fiend spelling his doom with unfathomable malice.

“If you love your god so much, you can join him.”

A thunderous creak of the statue leaning forward, followed by the systematic snaps of bolts splitting into mangled hunks of iron, reverberated through the church.

The priest was enveloped in a long shadow that grew with each second. He looked up at the mass of stone and wood plummeting towards his fragile body, and the scream that flew out of him was interrupted by the statue bursting into fragments of stones upon impact with his head and burying him in rocky debris.

Mephisto observed the destruction in slight shock, curling his upper lip and narrowing his eyes at the dust particles and blood droplets that leapt onto his striped stockings. “Amaimon, must you be so crude? This is my favourite pair of pants.”

The King of Earth watched the spot in which the priest had been swallowed in stone and wood as if cursing the man through the rubble and replaying his death in his mind with more and more contempt. “It was entirely fair, Big Brother. He deserved much worse.”

After lingering to glare at the remnants of the statue one last time, Amaimon whirled around and approached the exorcism station.

A glimmer of dark curiosity reached the face of Mephisto, and he watched with rapt interest as his younger brother lunged for your restraints.

As soon as he touched the glistening iron, the skin of his hands erupted in burns and sizzled like chicken. Amaimon hissed and recoiled, only to brush your arm with his long nails and endure the same lash of heat and pain.

“Big Brother, why can't I touch them?” His claws and fangs were receding, his arms and pointed ears reverting to their natural length and size.

It was as if the carnage he had just inflicted on the church was forgotten, and his only goal was to circumvent the barrier separating him from you. He tilted his head from side to side and leaned back and forth to examine every section of the imprisonment device.

When the demon king started to circle it with grunts of impatience, Mephisto lowered his head and suppressed a chuckle. “They’ve been laced with holy water, I presume.” He closed his eyes for an instant and raised his head slightly, anticipating the negative reaction his next words would inspire. “Give it time, and the water will dry.”

Soft growls of disapproval came from Amaimon, and his teeth were bared in antsy resistance to the urge to break the restraints no matter how much of his skin melted in the process.

Mephisto gave a cursory examination of the grotesque leftovers from the assault and watched as Amaimon searched his pockets for candy with the franticness of a child grabbing their security blanket.

A chomp reverberated through the building as he found a lollipop, his teeth grinding it and his jaw shifting every other second.

“Fret not, Little Brother. I know just the trick.” The King of Time snapped his fingers, and the bases of the chains holding you were torn out of the walls. Gaping holes with swirls of dust replaced the jumble of destroyed plaster and crumbled bricks.

Multiple links in the chain bumped into the shackles and fell with the pull of your body weight, a groan of confusion and pain leaving you when the cold floor met your face.

The restraints were still anchors on your arms and legs, and the slickness of the ground made your palms struggle to avoid slipping. It was akin to trying to stand after falling in the shower, except that the liquids staining your skin and clothes were red like cherries and stunk of copper.

There was a passing fear that it belonged to you and that you were minutes away from dying.

This was squashed once the piece of the floor beneath you detached from the rest and lifted a short distance into the air, which allowed your blurred vision to notice the glossy red spanning the entire room.

It was difficult to ascertain whether the substance was paint or not until you realized fractions of it were much thicker than others and were dripping among dark splotches that agitated your stomach.

Before the identity of the blood could penetrate the storm of sleep deprivation attacking your brain, the airborne ground started to levitate to the main entrance.

Indistinct voices knocked your ears from every direction as you glanced behind into the church and caught the distant outlines of misshapen bodies.

The gale of cold rain drenching your back and running down your face was both startling and refreshing, and the warmth of sunlight obscured by grey clouds was like someone breathing life into your tired lungs.

The reminder that the world still existed and had not trapped you in the church for eternity wiped away a great deal of mental fog in the same way a person wiped the windshield of their car.

Mephisto held a steady pace beside you, eyeing his work and waiting for the final drop of holy water to be washed out of your being.

Amaimon left barely any space between the chunk of the floor and his torso, for he was spending more time watching you than looking at where he was going. In haphazard determination not to lose his closeness, his boots stomped various puddles and lurched in whichever direction the platform tilted at any given moment.

A chuckle exited the King of Time, only for it to evolve into a sneeze when Astaroth came out of the mist with the other three demon kings at his side.

A Maitake mushroom was growing on the King of Rot's head, and Mephisto narrowed his eyes at it while pressing his handkerchief to his nose. With a mildly congested voice, he muffled the next sneeze with the cloth and turned to Egyn.

“Thank you for the rain, Dear Brother.”

The shark-like demon nodded and followed Iblis when she stepped towards the platform. Her vertical pupils scanned your exhausted fidgeting with the intense curiosity of a predator spying on a new type of prey, the flames around her head whipping in excitement.

“Aw, is this what all the trouble was for?” The accent in her voice thickened with condescending amusement, but when she turned her eye to Mephisto, her haughty smile and tone steadied to one of mellow contentment. “Should they ever find themselves in harm's way again, I'd be happy to burn more little exorcists.”

The immediate hiss from Amaimon caused her to raise a hand to her mouth and stifle a rambunctious laugh.

As the King of Fire summoned a portal to Gehenna and departed through it along with the King of Water, the opalescent light gleaming from its hazy and mystical depths vanished with them.

Astaroth marched to the broken doors of the church, which had been reduced to two slabs of wood dangling from loose hinges and blowing in the stormy wind. The corpses of the exorcists were overcome by mounds of fungi and began to rot as if years were passing in seconds.

A similar portal opened at his large feet, and the bodies were absorbed into the ground. The wood where they had laid was rotten beyond repair, the floors and walls smothered in agents of decay as if death was swabbing its finger across every space.

Cicadas poured out of the building in droves and flocked to the head and shoulders of Beelzebub. While giant hornets returned to their nests in the wild, swarms of cockroaches and centipedes scurried past his ankles and dispersed in the surrounding grass made bright and lush from the downpour.

Amaimon was biting his thumbnail with absentminded tension, keeping his teeth at the end of the nail but going farther down when his imagination particularly irked him.

The King of Insects looked between you, his brother, and the arthropods crawling up his legs and torso in circles like a merry-go-round. Their squeaks and chitters, meaningless frights to most everyone else, were eloquent symphonies to his ears, and they spoke of promises and hidden knowledge that encouraged him to walk forward.

Beelzebub approached Amaimon with a giant centipede curling around his forearm and hand. He raised the long insect to his older brother as if introducing the two, prompting the King of Earth to glance at him with as much attention as he could bring himself to spare. “Big Brother Am, my bugs say your friend will recover.”

His nail-biting paused at this, and he gazed at the centipede as if expecting it to corroborate that fact in some way.

The massive arthropod stretched its head towards him and maneuvered its forcipules in an up and down motion.

Mephisto drew his head back with a sharp inhale and screeched into his handkerchief, his green eyes watering and cursing the fungal spores drifting in the air.

The giant centipede recoiled at the noise and dropped from the childlike demon's arm to the earth with a small splash of muddy water, and Beelzebub accompanied it to a portal of his own.

With the cloudburst came many rumbles of thunder and the births of puddles near the sidewalk.

Mephisto unfolded his pink umbrella and held it above his head, while Amaimon accepted the rain as a second skin and spoke with a calm tone devoid of the thrill of the battle. “I want them with me.”

Pellets of water splashed against the fabric of the umbrella in constant thwacks and pops, and Mephisto observed his brother for a second longer before flicking his wrist in a dismissive wave. “Be that as it may, humans belong in Assiah.”

The younger demon king's expression hardened. “I'm not leaving without them, Big Brother.”

Mephisto pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his thumb against his forehead, angling his head downwards and closing his eyes with a sigh of annoyance. “Fine, fine. I suppose they've earned a vacation.” He waved his free arm and started to turn. “But if they lose their mind, don't come crawling to me.”

There was a bitterness in his tone that suggested a different truth, but Amaimon wasted no time picking apart the deceptions of his older brother’s words and hurried to reap the rewards of his apparent concession.

The King of Earth lifted you to an upright, somewhat slouched position and led you to the gate without asking for permission or offering even the slightest explanation. His steps were quick and eager, while yours were disoriented and more so the product of lacking awareness rather than genuine consent.

Once the blood rushing to your head fell to the rest of your body and allowed some clarity to enter your mind, you resisted his grip and looked at the sparkling portal with the awe of a child witnessing their first demon.

Amaimon, his eyes narrowing slightly, tightened his hold on you and pushed with increased aggression. It was not until Mephisto cleared his throat that the sweet-toothed demon paused.

“I know courtesy is not your specialty, Little Brother. But they have endured quite a lot today.” A threat existed in the calm smile he portrayed, its effect heightened by the bags under his eyes and the dual fangs extending from behind his upper lip.

“Yes, of course. Forgive me.” Amaimon released you with haste and stepped back. His eyes continued to follow at an odious intensity, but he made no move to interfere when you widened the distance. Instead, he angled his head to the grey sky and called, “Behemoth!”

The sound of panting emerged from the depths of the rain, accompanied by the pounding of bare feet on the asphalt.

Mephisto quirked his eyebrow and peered into the growing storm to catch a four-legged silhouette darting past him. A round mass of red and green slammed into you like a wrecking ball, and Behemoth knocked you and himself into the gate.

A vein swelled in the King of Time’s forehead as his eye twitched in anger.

Amaimon faced the portal with a tiny smile, one that grew in sync with his quickening walk to what lay on the other side.

Mephisto raised a hand to the side of his mouth and shouted over the din of the rain, “Be sure to return them when you're done. They still work for me, after all!”

The King of Earth stopped at the edge of the portal, turning his head just enough to look askance at the older demon king. “Yes, Big Brother.” The false sweetness in his monotone voice told Mephisto that a trip to Gehenna would be necessary to see you again.

The gate closed as soon as Amaimon had vanished from his sight as if ensuring that he would not pursue, and Mephisto pulled the rim of his top hat over his eyes with a dissatisfied grumble.

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“Lewin, Come on. I want to take the exorcist exam. I’m skilled enough, Aren’t I?”

“Yeah, Of course you are, Munchkin. But you just can’t go for the exam just yet”

“Why not..?! My teacher, You know him- Mr Okumura? He did it at thirteen! I’m fifteen now, So why can’t I?”

It was dark.

The room was enveloped in an unending black, The faint silhouettes of furniture and other assorted garbage only being able to be vaguely seen in the shadows. The lights clicked off, Bulbs only dangling from the ceiling above.

The only source of light was the faint glow from the old flat screen, Hung up on the wall as the luminescence flickered over them. The table, The rug, The old furniture, The wrappers of snacks eaten and plastic bottles of pop strewn across the room.

Lewin laid upon the couch, Elbow propping himself up on one of the arms of the couch. He breathed out, Slowly and controlled as he took in the rotten air of his apartment that he had grown so used to.

The TV continued to blather on in the background, Bumps of noise in the form of chatter, Muffled in the background. It was some dumb action movie, The kind that rolled out in theatres once, Did fairly alright and was now regulated to the late-night slot on TV networks.

An all-too talented protagonist, A sidekick comic relief, A woman whose breasts the camera focused on. Lewin huffed, At this point in the movie he would’ve been focused on them too. It was a part of the appeal of course, Lewin had no shame in admitting what he enjoyed.

But he could barely even bring his eyes to look at the screen, No.

Instead they were focused on her, [F/N].

His apprentice, Curled up beside him on the busted up sofa of his apartment. Her legs were sprawled out on the cushions, Her head resting idly on his chest. Lewin could feel the warmth of her body heat through the thick shirt he dozed in, Gentle, Yet strong.

She was fast asleep, Her eyes gently shut as the light of the TV flickered across her face, Lips parted as drool began to stain the old white shirt Lewin wore. He watched as her chest rose up and down, Slowly, Her breathing light.

[F/N] had fallen asleep during the film. Figures, Considering she had a rather tough day at school. A bag half-full of salted butterkist was cradled in her lazing arms, Crinkling as she shifted, Almost threatening to spill on the floor.

It was such a mundane sight.. Yet for some reason-

Lewin couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He usually hated this, People sleeping on him. Lewin hated the way their weight pushed down on him, Hated the way they kept him in place, How he had to keep himself in a specific position just so they wouldn’t slip.

When he was out on a mission and a fellow exorcist happened to doze off on him, He had absolutely no problem in shoving them off however roughly. That’s just how it was, Why should he let anyone else rely on him as support?

Lewin didn’t care, Not a single bit.

“I mean, You take me out on so many missions as it is and I can barely do anything at all! Wouldn’t it be best for both of us if I just got my licence?”

“No.. No, You don’t understand. I told you, [F/N], You just can’t take the exam just yet.”

“Come on, Lew’.. I won’t even take on an upper-class demon if you don’t want me to. I just want my licence. Is that too hard to ask?”

But as [F/N] shifted against him..

Lewin’s arm was slung around her form, Keeping her cosy against his side as he lazed on the couch. He tugged her closer towards him, Lightly, Almost without thought as his thumb began to absentmindedly draw circles on her side.

His little apprentice, Lewin had never expected.. This.

She was wearing one of his old shirts, Worn out and stained on the sleeves. It wasn’t rare for her to use his clothing as pyjamas or even just everyday wear. Lewin could almost laugh, His sloppiness seemed to have rubbed off on her.

He remembered when he first brought her to his house back in Texas, Lewin hadn’t prepared for another person to be living with him so he had just tossed her a few shirts and shorts to use as nightwear.

[F/N] had taken them without a word, Picking them up with the rest of her belongings as she wandered into the spare room, Now her bedroom.

Was it wrong to say Lewin didn’t care for her at all when they first met?

“Yeah, Well that Okumura guy’s a special case, You ain’t that.”

“Oh come on..”

“No, No. Don’t give me that attitude, Kiddo. I’m your master, Right? So you listen to me when I’m speaking to you.”

“..You sound like Osceola.”

“Ha! Do I? I didn’t notice!”

The TV continued to blather on in the background, But the soft breath’s [F/N] took was all he could hear. Lewin just pulled her closer to him as he sunk back in the couch, Remote hanging out his hand as he kept her neatly tucked under his arm.

Lewin didn’t know the kind of feeling that was brewing in his chest.

It was like a weight was tugging down on his stomach, Heavy yet there was a light fluttering in his chest to chase it. How curious, Lewin could feel his heartbeat begin to mellow out, A sense of comfort washing over him.

How strange.

Lewin’s jaw was impossibly tight, His body incapable rigid. The hand that drew circles into [F/N]’s side ceased, Pausing, If only for a minute.

[F/N] had always been independent, Always been so free-spirited. She was much like him in that way, How she took things into her own hands and followed the beat of her own drum. Lewin had always appreciated those traits in others, Always seen it as a positive quality.

But..

“Please, Lew’.. I want to be an exorcist so bad, Like- An actual exorcist. I’ve got the blessing from Azazel, I got the experience out in the field- Even Osceola said I’m good enough for Upper-Class! I’m more than qualified..!”

“[F/N]..”

“So why? Why am I not allowed to take the exorcist exam?”

[F/N] wanted to go through the exorcist exam, She wanted to become an actual exorcist.

She’d been going on about it for weeks now after finding out that her teacher had done it when he was a kid. [F/N] wanted to take the goddamn exam, And by all means she certainly did have the skills for it.

Osceola was right when he said she was good enough for Upper-Class, There was no doubt that she would be able to take on an Upper-Level demon. Her penchant was enough to pacify and she had the skills and the weaponry to exorcise without a hitch. 

She was so talented, So skilled.

His little prodigy.

Lewin didn’t want her to leave.

Lewin knew he was being selfish, Of course he did, But he couldn’t bring himself to care. If she took the exam then that would mean she would become too independent, She’d be able to do so much on her own-

As soon as she hit eighteen she’d be able to leave and find herself her own place to live with the salary she makes, She’d be able to go out on missions on her own- Hell, It was expected for an Upper-Class exorcist.

In other words, She’d be able to leave him.

Lewin didn’t want that, No- Not when she made him feel like this, Make him feel so.. Tranquil, Peaceful. Lewin didn’t know if there would ever be a word to describe how he felt, How he felt about her.

Lewin leaned down, Pushing back the strands of her hair before leaving a slow peck on the crown of her forehead. A frown still lined across his face. An eye softened from behind the parting of his hair.

The feeling was.. Fraternal.

His lips moved away from her forehead, Instead choosing to rest his chin on the top of her head. Lewin wasn’t going to let her leave him, Wasn’t going to let her go.

She could go anywhere at all, She could talk with anyone she wished, She could do whatever she wanted to do as long as she came back home to him at the end of the day in one piece.

Anything she wanted.

Anything but leaving him.

Which was why he felt no shame when he outright delayed her only way out. 

“That Okumura boy was the old Paladin’s son, Of course he got to take the exam early, Paladin pulled some strings or whatever.”

“So what? You’re an Arc Knight, Right? Why can’t you do the same?”

“Yeah, I am an Arc Knight, Not The Paladin. Listen, If I could I’d get you into that exam as quickly as that but I’m unable to do anything here.”

“Then I’ll go ask Arthur-”

“Arthur won’t let you go do it either, You know him.. He barely thinks you should be allowed on missions in the first place.”

“...”

“Hey, Come on, Kid. Don’t look at me like that.”

“I.. I just want to be able to do well and assist everyone else out on missions. I don’t want to be a burden to you, Lew’..”

“You’re not a burden, Kid.. I mean, Who else would do all my paperwork?”

“Hey! Lewin, Stop that!”

“Oh.. Using my full name? Guess I’m in trouble.”

“Ugh.. I hate you..!”

Lewin laughed, If only she knew.

“Come on. There’s a movie coming on at ten, Seen the posters in theatres but never got around to watching it. Seems interesting though, Let’s go watch it.”

“Ugh.. Knowing you? It’s gonna be trash.”

“Aw, Come on! Don’t be like that, You don’t even know what movie I’m talking about!”

“Don’t need to know, I can already tell.”

“No need to be so pessimistic, Eh?”

Of course, This was only a temporary solution. Lewin knew that one day she’d be able to take the exam and there was no excuse he could give to stop her. He knew that it would come, And Lewin would cross that bridge when he got there.

But right now? This was fine.

Everything was absolutely fine.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

aaaaa i'm totally in love with blue exorcist, can you make yandere blue exorcist x reader again?

where readers make others jealous, but they don't realize it. and still joking and touching a little with they friends.

I want to see a little commotion 👀

thank you and also if you think it's cringe just ignore it. have a nice day! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*♡

Domino Effect | Yandere Blue Exorcist

It depends on what you as the reader are 

If you are Mephisto’s secretary/Vice Principal 

It's a rare occurrence to have them all fighting 

Considering your boss usually keeps you too overwhelmed

Purposely eating up all your time under the guise of paperwork

Leaving you just a little time to rest and guess who has a nearly empty dorm all to themselves?

You’re lovely little twins

Fights between them and Mephisto are often

Each of them fighting for your attention by their insane standards

Rin has his crybaby face

And Yukio is sly about his words

While Mephisto waves you’re favorite things and expensive luxuries in front of you

“Awww (Y/n) won’t you stay with me a little longer? It’s only been an hour and I’m desperately missed your face!” 

“No! (Y/n)-sama! I’ve learned to control my flame d’ya wanna see? Please, Please!? Can we cook together too?”

“For once I’ll agree with Rin. This is your day off wouldn’t you not like to see you’re employer’s face for a certain amount of time.”

“Hey!” 

Now if you’re a student its typical tug-of-war tactics 

“Izumo you can’t take up all their time!”

“Yeah, I have to show (Y/n) all my new moves!”

“Heh?! No way! I promised to show them all of my new moves.”

“G-guys–”

“D-don’t forget me!” 

There is quite literally no rest for you in either position

[xjulixred45x]

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles /Platonic Yandere Lucifer x Daughter! Reader: Escape

This was Requested by a very lovely Anonnymous, i hope You like it sweetie ❣️

Request: So about the Yanplatonic Lucifer/Mephisto Headcannons. Like first of all: AMAZING JOB! But second of all what if both readers actually managed to escape somehow? Maybe using inherited powers of their own?

And when they escape they join the others side (eg. Mephisto's daughter joining the illuminati/Lucifer's joining the vatican)

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings:(here we go) YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLATONIC YANDERE, Escape scenario,persecution, stalking(?) kind of infantilization, MENTAL DAMAGE, ISOLATION, Manipulation, mental issues due all this, Mephisto is a psycho and Lucifer is NOT BETTER, LONG POST, I think is all.

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles

He is the "easiest" to escape from.

Don't get me wrong, it's NOT EASY to escape from this demon-man, but it's definitely much more likely to escape from him than from Lucifer.

more than anything because it does give you reasons to escape.

If you remember the inside part, Mephisto is a very condescending and annoying yandere. Not only that, but in general you and him have TOO different opinions on different things.

ideology for example.

At this point in your life, having suffered so much because of your "father" and only receiving ridicule from him, you began to simply wish that everything he enjoyed would DIE...

that the humans died, that his students died, that everything that "man" could love or want was completely DESTROYED.

but you knew that more than loving something specific, he "loved" the chaos that humanity generated, that was what kept him on the side of the Vatican for so long.

You wanted to get away from him, but above all you wanted to make him SUFFER. It didn't matter anymore if you hurt someone in the process, you just wanted to see him hurt, hopeless, BROKEN like he broke you.

So, with this mentality, you made a plan to escape.

It took a lot of time to have the perfect opportunity for all the conditions for this plan to be met, but fortunately you were able to be patient and, above all, not let your father find out.

Although to be honest, you knew he would probably already have an idea, but he was curious about what you would do.

you used this to your advantage and took advantage of the first opportunity you had to run away.

NOW, what you didn't expect was that apparently Mephisto wasn't after you....it was suspicious to say the least.

So you got to work looking for the ONLY person you knew would be by your side. the person your father tried to hide from you.

Lucifer.

Most likely, he already knew the basics of who you were thanks to Shima, who give some info about your "situation".

(it is likely that you have even allied with Shima to escape and thanks to him you know about the Illuminati's)

but it was kind of surprising when you went to HIM for HELP. You went to look for him precisely because you no longer cared about what would happen to humans, you wanted to believe in the Illuminati's.

even if it was just to hurt Mephisto. But you didn't care about him anymore.

Lucifer was quite intrigued by this, since he knew that you were not a spy, and your possible powers inherited from Samael could be very useful to him.

so he took you under his wing without thinking much about it, in the same way, if you ended up being a spy, it would be better for him to keep you close.

Meanwhile, Mephisto was already worried that he couldn't feel you around for a while, so he went to look for you in the places near the school.

in nearby buildings? nothing.

further into the city? no sign of you.

even the Vatican? without a trace.

He was already getting impatient and seriously worried. What the hell were you doing? Where had you gone?

He reluctantly asked the Vatican for a favor to help him look for you, which they did but it was the same thing, there was nothing.

Mephisto began to Anxiety, and imagined the worst scenarios: maybe you are using your powers and that is why they can't find you? What happens if you end up badly because you don't know how to use them? Or if some demon attacks you?

while Mephisto is distraught and looking like crazy for you, you honestly couldn't be better.

Although Lucifer is someone neutral and very stoic, he at least understands that after being with Samael, he must be cautious with you to gain your trust. so it gives you a lot more freedom than you ever imagined with Mephisto.

Shima would go out with you anywhere you wanted, the Illuminati's gave you what you wanted, but what you appreciated most was being treated (more or less) as an EQUAL, not in a derogatory or condescending way.

Thanks to this you grew quite fond of your "uncle", whom you even saw in a "savior" light for letting you be and keeping you away from your father.

and surprisingly Lucifer started to get attached to you.

He didn't notice it immediately, but it was something quite unusual for him, as he realized that little by little you began to care more about you, your safety, your life in general was precious to him, not only because of his plan.

He found your determination to make your father suffer curious, to say the least, but appropriate, it seems that in general the children of demons are destined to hate their parents. He understands that.

and unlike Mephisto, Lucifer never underestimated you, he could see that you had little experience, yes, but you had a great determination to improve and do things well.

He subtly encouraged you to find out more about your demonic powers, and he definitely felt quite proud when you showed yourself to be quite strong. even by demon standards.

You and he could even have certain hobbies in common, like reading.

Even when he is sick, you treat him with a lot of respect, but above all you have great loyalty towards him, he can recognize it.

If Lucifer becomes a Platonic Yandere in this case, I can see him being much more subtle about his tendencies, mostly because he knows you came to him looking to RUN AWAY from that type of behavior.

He's generally surprisingly soft on you. I mean, as smooth as a demon can be. at least he manipulates you less than the normal Platonic Yandere Lucifer would.

If you are with him by the time Lucifer declares war on the True Cross, rest assured that Mephisto will be at least hurt by the situation.

For once in a long time he feels helpless, because you are within his reach again, you are fine, but he cannot go against Lucifer even in his deteriorated state, it makes him angry but above all it HURTS him to know that you have decided to run away from him and run to him. Lucifer.

Maybe he even jokes through the pain, can you see he's suffering, and honestly? you live for it.

A part of you wants to be able to rub salt in Mephisto's wound, tell him how happy you are and not be tied to him and above all, "How does it feel? Doesn't it feel good to have things out of your control and will, isn't it?" like this? THIS IS HOW YOU FEEL! YOU IDIOT!" But you didn't dare, you simply gave him the most arrogant smile he had ever seen you give him.

which somehow ends up being better.

I can definitely see a considerably depressed Mephisto after this revelation, although he knows that he has a chance to "get you back" for the first time he is not so sure.

Meanwhile, you just plan the next hit with your Uncle Lucifer :)

Platonic Yandere Lucifer

Oh boy, you were SO LUCKY for escape this psycho.

Lucifer is the complete package, Delusional, overprotective, manipulative, etc.

The primary difference it has with Mephisto is the fact that unlike the previous case, you didn't know it was wrong until recently.

Lucifer precisely raised you so that you would normalize his toxic behaviors and not have the need to flee when he saw it as something normal or even good, because he did all this because "he loves you."

but when you awakened your powers, that was when Lucifer entered his most obsessive phase, wanting to make sure nothing happened to you, he made a lot more restrictions.

He even seriously considered taking away your powers in some way, no matter how much you begged him not to, because he knew those powers could help you get away from him.

That's when you noticed the "red flags" more easily.

Lucifer firmly believes that everything he does (lying to you, isolating you, trying to take away your powers to avoid Escape scenarios, etc.) is for YOUR GOOD, he refuses to recognize that he is being selfish or a bad father.

It was a shock, it was sad, it made you feel very lost. but you knew you couldn't stay and let your father take away the little freedom you had acquired.

You generated a massive breach with your powers while your father was away, it was hasty and reckless, but you managed to run as far away as possible.

and you knew perfectly well who you could go with now. Even if you didn't know if it would help you, it's nothing.

Mephisto Pheles, or Samael.

You knew that your father wanted to recruit him for his plan to unite the Assaih and Genema, but it was very unlikely that they would unite, since Mephisto and your father had very different ideologies.

That gave you some hope.

When you arrived at True Cross Academy, simultaneously Lucifer arrived back at the Illuminati base finding the mess you left, WITHOUT YOU THERE.

Lucifer went crazy looking for you in every corner of the base hoping that you would still be there, in vain.

To say that he was worried sick and fear was an understatement.

Immediately he ordered everyone who could still walk to go after you, those who "let you escape" were killed and he himself went to look for you with trusted men.

Meanwhile you were a nervous wreck as you were anxious for your father to appear out of nowhere to drag you back to the Illuminati base.

When you arrived at the True Cross Academy, several high-class teachers and Exorcists came to interrogate you, as it was rare for such a powerful Nephelim to go to the academy.

But as soon as Mephisto appeared he decided that he would take care of the matter from now on. saving your skin.

Although it wasn't greated, he wanted to know what you were doing there or if Lucifer was nearby. When you explained the reason why you were there and he checked that you weren't lying, Mephisto seemed a little calmer.

It turns out that he did know about your existence, but precisely because of Lucifer's overprotective tendencies, he never really got to know you, although he was fine with that because of their already bad relationship.

Mephisto decided that you would stay with him just because you were family, and honestly at first it was strange.

more than anything because he never imposed anything on you like Lucifer, apart from the fact that he VERY OPENLY recognized that he was not a trustworthy subject.

You could do practically whatever you wanted as long as someone else was with you for safety.

things that you had been deprived of because of your father, for example. getting dirty, having access to the internet, wearing more clothes that were not pastel colors, eating things with high sugar, gluten or fat content, EVERYDAY things.

And most importantly, Mephisto was willing to listen to you, kind of.

He treated you like a child, yes, but in a friendly and teasing way rather than a demanding and stoic way.

You grew fond of the man very quickly, not only because he was your uncle and apparently your savior, but because you GENUINELY enjoyed his company.

Mephisto thinks your powers are very interesting, so he may even send you to train with Rin to 1-make more friends and 2-develop your abilities (and maybe be useful against your father).

apart from the fact that he laughs at you affectionately when you fail miserably at a task. Don't worry, he'll eventually give you a hand.

For safety reasons, you don't know many people, so you spend a lot of your time with Mephisto, which is funny because he spends his time making HORRIBLE jokes or puns that make you laugh.

The guy is a walking buffoon, he definitely likes to play with you in his dog form or go for a walk with you talking nonsense.

Mephisto refuses to admit in front of you that he loves you, but as soon as he is with someone else he starts showing off to you as if he were your father xd

If he becomes a platonic yandere for you, I can definitely see him as very infantilizing and very clingy, but not as isolating as he normally would be.

He knows how to play his cards well when it comes to you.

When Lucifer eventually finds out via Shima that you are with Mephisto, the man is breaking things in anger, firmly believing that Mephisto somehow manipulated you into leaving him.

and no one dares to say otherwise.

When he is going to declare war on True Cross Academy, and he sees that you are there, more than anything he feels...sad, because at that moment he really needs you, he hoped that you would be ON HIS SIDE when he did this, but no. He knows he forced your hand.

He knows what he did to you was wrong.

But will he stop trying to get you back? never.

He knows that even if he lost a battle with you, he WILL win the war and take you home with him.

Until then, it's good that you're on Mephisto's side, he doesn't judge you for still loving your father in a certain way. He is his brother after all.

Before returning, Lucifer only gives you a sad look and a "I love you" barely audible to the average human being.

but you did heard it.

Seeing your father again makes you question everything. part because of the real love you have for him as a father, part because of his manipulation for so many years to justify it.

It honestly brings out the softer side of Mephisto.

He decides that he is going to try to comfort you in a "normal" way by his standards, that is, without dog form, without jokes or tricks, just being there for you.

He definitely took a quick liking to you, but hey, that's the charm.

@trancylovecraft

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[kiame-sama]

I still think that Mephy's tail would look like this and he would adore having his darling loving on and touching it. A demon's tail is their weak spot and it is considered to be in poor taste to let your tail be out where others can see. By letting you see and touch his tail, Mephisto is giving you the most trust he can honestly show.

Amaimon's tail was HUGE when it actually formed, and it only formed when he started to rip out of his human form, so Mephisto's tail is likely as large if not more. His tail is big just like he is.

He will either be over the top about his tail, or extremely subtle. It will be either a "Behold! I'm amazing and so is my tail! Get to admiring~!" kind of situation. Or it will be a tender and quiet moment where he slowly winds his tail around your leg, letting you touch his tail and explore it on your own time. There is no in-between. Likely he will go with the second option before every other time taking the first option when it comes to bringing his tail into the mix.

Do not straddle or try to ride his tail unless you want him to go absolutely nuts as a result. Slow pets and caresses get him equally hot and bothered under the collar, so careful how you touch it if you touch it.

Decided to draw what I think Mephisto's tail is like. Amaimon has a GIANT tail that only appeared when he began to lose control of himself, so I assume both use their demon abilities to mostly hide their tails unless they start to lose control or their want their tail to be shown.

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Yanderes and friends with benefits - Mephisto Pheles 

He won’t mind if it leads to something more eventually. 

Is it nice having them each night? Yes.  

Does it make his heart hurt just a little when they leave and may act like nothing happened? Also, yes. 

He will also have to be the only one they have this type of relationship with or else he will break the other person. 

Getting back to lending to something more he will make it happen one way or another. 

He will make each encounter more romantic than the last for them to fall for him. 

And if all else fails he can at least make them addicted to him until he figures out how to win their heart. 

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Blue Exorcist Masterlist

- Yandere! Yukio Okumura with Insecure! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Mephisto Pheles with Teacher! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Rin Okumura Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Kirigakure Shura Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

[aonogifreactions]

I just thought of this can please do yandere mephisto acting sick or getting himself injured on purpose to make his s/o take care of him and be the Center of attention 🤭 we all know he is an attention bitch 🤣

im sorry if its stupid, i think i have writers block :(

Warning: Yandere, poisoning and self-harm on purpose to get reader’s attention.

Yandere!Mephisto:

i can totally see him doing this. not often though, he can’t just lose his host.

when he acts sick, the act itself is pure perfection. you cant see his lies and fall for them every single time, you don't even think he’d lie to you.

his favorite thing to do is to slightly poison the food he receives from you, carefully not to seriously damage his host. he either buys something from his VERY shady friends or gets himself some poisonous plants from gehenna (and you cannot convince me that they don't have some trippy ass plants there)

or magically poofs! something outta thin air-

he knows what medicine to get to feel better and if you’re too confused, he’ll drop some hints.

sick bastards enjoys when you take care of him; how worried you are, how you check on him so often, how you almost pray to make him feel better, but you can’t see its just a sick game of his.

^he takes advantage of situations where you come to check on him. fake coughing, acting like he’s so weak he can’t get up; all of this to have you by his side all the time.

oh, did someone cut themself by an accident? he immediately calls you and acts like he's dying.

“oh darling, thank you for taking care of me. can you please lay down with me? it will definitely ease my pain.”

loves when you caress his face and plant gentle kisses on his forehead. also, kissing his wounds is immediately “making him feel better”.

he might be as well getting off to it.

oh he loves acting like a pathetic bitch to get you near him. and you do everything he wants you to.