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lucifucky · 2 years

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*** Barbatos 2022 birthday event spoiler***

This is the holy grail Barbatos moment for me. This WHOLE birthday event was SO good, it's the best one we have had in SO long. 🥺❤❤

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vermillioncarousel · 2 years

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Meticulous Planning

For the Barbatos’ birthday collab. The theme that was assigned to our team was meticulous.

Word count: 4385

No pairings, gen fic

It had started with one of Luke’s baking lessons.

It wasn’t uncommon for the young angel to make requests about the recipes he’d be taught that day, but he seemed oddly nervous. Luke held his hands close to his face as he often did when feeling shy or excited, his eyes flitting in every direction before looking directly into Barbatos’ own.

"Hey, um… your favourite sweets are macarons, right? Could you teach me how to make them? Mine always seem to come out wrong."

Barbatos smiled, his usually dull eyes lighting up. "Certainly. Is there any particular reason you want to learn?"

"I just wondered if there was a difference between the ones from the Celestial Realm and the ones here in the Devildom." Luke’s eyes shimmered with enthusiasm. “Like, I know that the ingredients are probably different, but are the techniques different, too?”

The demon let out a soft hum. “Yes, as different ingredients require different ways of handling. The resulting texture should be quite similar, however.”

With a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder, Barbatos directed him to the pantry to grab the needed ingredients. Their first stop was a shelf with various kinds of sugars. A gloved hand reached up to grab an ornately-decorated jar, opening it for the angel to peer into.

“As you know, the Celestial Realm’s recipes for macarons tend to use a syrup for making the merengue, which produces more consistent results, as opposed to Devildom recipes, which generally use fine sugar.”

Closing the jar and cradling it in one arm, Barbatos nudged Luke further into the pantry.

“Luke, if you could grab the dark blue bag, please. I’m afraid I can’t fetch it myself whilst carrying this. Yes, that one,” the butler directed the child as small hands reached for the flour. “That is the Midnight Almond flour we’ll need. Let’s go back to the main part of the kitchen.”

The two of them made their way back to the counters, setting down the ingredients they carried. Barbatos made his way to the fridge, taking out a carton of eggs and placing it with the rest of the ingredients. Then he turned on the oven for preheating before returning to Luke.

“It would’ve been better if these were room temperature, but this will do,” he said, grabbing metal bowls from a cabinet. “Macarons seem deceptively simple to make, but there are many things that can go wrong.”

“Like what?” asked Luke, grabbing an egg and separating the white from the yolk. Barbatos did the same, hands honed by centuries of cooking working quickly. When he thought they had enough, he put a hand on Luke’s, gently stopping him from grabbing more eggs.

“Well, the batter needs to be airy, but too many large air bubbles will render your cookies hollow, for example.

“Ah,” he said as Luke reached for a whisk. “We will not be using one of those today, it would take far too long. We’ll use a hand mixer.”

He reached up to grab the mixer from a shelf as the angel measured out the sugar.

“Yes, that is about the right amount. Good work, Luke.”

Plugging the mixer into a nearby wall socket, Barbatos handed it to Luke, who set to work beating the egg whites as the butler slowly added the sugar, until the eggs were beaten to stiff peaks. Barbatos grabbed the bowl to check, flipping it upside-down above the counter. He let out a satisfied sound at everything staying inside.

Flipping it right-side up again and setting it down, Barbatos reached for the flour to measure it out.

“Alright, now we must sift the almond flour and add it to our merengue. We should be careful not to overmix. This is also the stage where we add the colouring.”

Luke gave his teacher a questioning look as he grabbed a sieve.

“How can you tell?”

“It should resemble a shiny ribbon as it drips from the spatula,” Barbatos replied as he put small bottles of food colouring on the counter. “Which colour would you like them to be, Luke?”

“Hm…” Luke looked carefully at the options he had. “Pink would be nice.”

Barbatos just smiled and added a few drops of colourant to the egg whites. Then he handed Luke the smaller bowl of flour to sift into it.

“I’ll do the folding, so you can see the texture it should have.” Barbatos said.

Luke nodded in reply, putting the flour into the sieve and tapping the side as Barbatos carefully stirred. After some time he stopped, lifting the spatula from the bowl.

“Look,” he said. “It should look like this. Now we can pipe them onto a baking sheet to be baked.”

“I’ll get the piping bags,” Luke said, smiling widely as he opened the drawer he knew the piping bags to be in, as Barabtos gently put down a baking sheet lined with parchment paper.

After filling the bags with the smooth batter, the two of them set to shaping the cookies, fitting as many as they reasonably could onto the sheet. Barbatos picked it up, repeatedly tapping it against the surface of the counter to break up large air bubbles before setting it in the oven.

Afterwards, he set a timer on his D.D.D.

“We should probably clean this up while they finish, huh?” Luke said, his small hands starting to gather the various bowls and utensils they had used. Barbatos made an affirmative hum in reply, gathering the rest and bringing them to the sink to wash as the scent of freshly-baked macarons slowly filled the castle kitchen.

As the alarm went off, Luke slowly took the cookies from the oven, setting them down to cool as the pair of them made the buttercream filling.

When the macarons were complete, Barbatos brewed a pot of tea for Luke and himself as they snacked on the result of that day’s lesson.

“Thank you,” Luke said, his eyes shyly darting to the side as he blushed. Then he looked at his teacher and smiled. “I really liked learning this recipe. Could you… write it down for me so I can practise?”

Barbatos smiled in return, his eyes looking far livelier than usual.

“Of course.”

Being sent out on errands together with Simeon was something that happened on a regular basis, so Barbatos suspected nothing when the angel asked for his advice during one such trip.

"If you're looking for a quality teapot, what should you be paying attention to?" Simeon asked, running his gloved hands over smooth porcelain. Barbatos turned away from the cooking utensils he was inspecting, looking at his companion.

“It would depend on one’s specific needs,” he replied. “Ceramic is good at retaining heat, and often comes with a glazed inside, which prevents the material from absorbing the flavours of the teas that are brewed, meaning one can use it for many kinds of teas. Porcelain is a good option in that regard as well, though it does a far poorer job of retaining heat. A clay teapot isn’t very suitable for different blends of tea, as it tends to absorb flavours. Metal and glass are aesthetically pleasing, but they can be hard to handle.”

“I see.” Simeon placed the teapot back on the shelf, getting closer to Barbatos. “So, what else do you look for, aside from the material?”

Barbatos raised a hand to his chin, looking contemplative.

“The capacity is also important. Green teas tend to be steeped in a smaller pot, as they are typically served in smaller quantities. A small quantity of tea brewed in a large pot tends to cool more quickly. However, black teas and oolong teas tend to need more space to steep, especially when using loose tea leaves, so larger, rounder teapots tend to be used for them.”

The butler slowly herded the angel back to the display of teapots, picking up a black one with dramatically painted flowers on it, and turning it over in his hands to examine. The pristine white of his gloves contrasted sharply with the ceramic he was holding. He didn’t notice Simeon pulling out his phone to type a message.

“Another important part is practicality. The placement of the handle matters, as do the sturdiness and size. It wouldn’t do to drop it in the middle of pouring tea because one’s hand gets scalded, or the handle being unable to handle the weight of the pot. The spout ought to be at the same level as the teapot’s rim, but at quite a distance as to once again not scald the user’s hand. The lid should fit well and have a small hole for air in it, so the tea doesn’t spill everywhere while pouring, yet shouldn’t let any steam escape.”

As he spoke, his hands moved over the teapot, highlighting the areas he was speaking of. He then opened the lid, exposing the infuser inside.

“And some, like this one, come with an infuser that may or may not be removable. I personally prefer teapots without, as I like having the leaves move freely for optimal flavour diffusion. That way, it is also less likely to end up with oversteeped, bitter leftovers.”

Closing the teapot and putting it back, Barbatos looked at Simeon, his smile looking more genuine than the angel had ever seen it.

“Aesthetics are also important, of course, as is one’s budget. The best advice I can give is to keep one’s own preferences in mind when choosing.”

“I see,” Simeon replied, quickly putting his D.D.D. back into one of his pockets.

“Are you looking for a new teapot, Simeon?” Barbatos asked.

“Something like that,” the angel replied, smiling nervously. “You see, Michael-”

The butler held up his hands to interrupt.

“I see. No need to explain any further. Let’s pick out a teapot he’ll like.”

Simeon’s usual gentle smile returned to his face.

“Well, he’s looking for something more Devildom than Celestial Realm. That’s the easy part, I guess.”

The two of them moved through the store, picking up teapots and examining them thoroughly. Several of them were vetoed by Barbatos, who found the quality to be lacking, or found some other defect in it. The butler didn’t seem to notice Simeon paying close attention to him while he was inspecting more pots, stealthily sending more messages.

“What about this one?” Simeon asked, holding up a porcelain teapot with an arrangement of carefully-painted Devildom flowers.

Barbatos let out a thoughtful noise, gently taking the item from Simeon and turning it over in his hands.

“Yes, this seems like a good choice. I see no flaws in the construction, and the image is of a typical Devildom style of painting. The handle seems big enough for him to hold comfortably while using it while not being unwieldy,” Barbatos said, handing it back to Simeon, who gently took it.

“In that case, we have a winner,” Simeon replied. “Alright, let’s pay for it and return to the rest of our errands.”

And with that, the two of them made their way to the register. Barbatos didn’t notice Satan and Asmodeus walking into the store and making their way to the teaware section as he held a conversation with the cashier. Simeon smiled at them as they passed by. Satan smiled in return, as Asmodeus shot the angel a conspirative wink.

The two demons set to work as Simeon left the shop, with Barbatos in tow.

"I'd like your help with choosing between these tea blends," Lucifer's low voice spoke up from behind him after a Student Council meeting.

Barbatos turned around, seeing the Avatar of Pride approach him with a tray in his hands, on which there seemed to be various blends of tea, as indicated by the neat little containers that were generally on display at tea shops. Lucifer set the tray down on a nearby desk, sinking himself down on one of the nearby cushioned chairs, crossing his legs.

Following the other’s example, Barbatos also sat down.

"Oh, certainly. Is there anything in particular you are looking for, Lucifer?" he asked, gloved hands moving towards the containers. Picking one up, he gently opened the lid. Peering inside revealed the rolled leaves of an oolong.

“Well, I was hoping to find a tea you like, specifically.”

Barbatos’ eyebrows rose at that. He closed the tin, setting it back down.

“Is that so,” he asked, moving a hand to his chin as he tilted his head. “Why is that?”

Lucifer crossed his arms, sighing deeply in a manner that was usually reserved for when his brothers had been particularly bothersome. His eyes flitted to look at the collection of teas before moving back to the butler’s face.

“Well, I would like to serve you something new when you and Diavolo visit. I don’t want you to get tired of it, and I know you don’t particularly like coffee.”

Barbatos hummed, a thoughtful look on his face as he picked up another tin and opened it.

“Well, I don’t think there is any blend I could ever grow tired of. However, what kind of tea I drink very much depends on the occasion, as well as my mood. The most important thing is the quality of the tea leaves. Fannings and dust are the lowest grades. Their small size means they steep the quickest, but it is also far easier to over-steep the tea,” he said, opening the tin he was currently holding. “As you know, whole leaves are more expensive, but they are of a far higher quality. They need more time to steep, and more room in the pot.”

He looked into the tea tin again, this time spotting a black tea with flower petals mixed in to add flavour. Barbatos raised the tin to his face and gave the blend a curious sniff.

Candied blue roses, a tea blend Barbatos knew both he and Lucifer were fond of. He smiled softly, putting the lid back on the tin. With a soft tapping noise, he set it back on the tray.

“And even a poor-quality blend can be saved by preparing it in a different way. That is how humans came up with masala chai, you know.”

“Is that so?” Lucifer asked, looking down in a contemplative manner. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, sending a message under the desk. He let out a chuckle as he returned his gaze to Barbatos.

“Maybe I should get tea that’s lower quality than usual, to see what we can do with it.”

“Now that might be a fun activity,” Barbatos replied, his face crinkling into a smile.

“However, please promise to not let Lord Diavolo into the kitchen.” The butler shuddered at the memory of the last time the prince had tried to cook.

“I can make no such promises,” Lucifer said.

And so they bantered on for a while as Barbatos examined the tea that Lucifer had brought, slowly making his way through all of them. At some point, he let out a contemplative hum.

“Perhaps this is not the best way to pick a tea blend,” Barbatos said, raising his hand to his chin. “Maybe I ought to brew a few cups for us.”

“Wouldn’t that be a lot of tea, though?” Lucifer asked.

“You’re right.” Barbatos nodded. “Variation is the spice of life, as are pleasant surprises. As I said, what I drink depends on my mood, among other things. It would be best to just pick a few blends. I can always consider my options when I visit the House of Lamentation.”

“Alright,” Lucifer said, making sure all of the tins were placed back neatly onto the tray. The legs of his chair scraped against the wooden floor as he moved it back to stand up. He picked up the tray, turning towards Barbatos, who got up to return to his duties.

“Thank you, Barbatos, your input was greatly appreciated.” Lucifer smiled at the butler. “I’ll take what you said into consideration and pick a few options.”

“It was no problem,” Barbatos replied, bowing slightly at the waist. “I look forward to what choices you’ll make.”

He smiled as he straightened up, matching Lucifer’s long strides as they made their way to the door. “I hope the rest of your day is enjoyable.”

“Yours, too,” Lucifer said as they went their separate ways. He sighed when he could no longer hear the butler’s footsteps in the corridor, taking out his D.D.D. again and sending another message.

He supposed that this meant that all of them would pick a tea blend of their own to give.

It was more peculiar for some of the brothers to approach Barbatos than it was for others of their group.

Asmodeus occasionally approached him for things as they shared a pact master, so it wasn’t odd for him to ask for his opinions about decorations. He seemed to be doing that a lot more often the past few weeks, however, which did seem strange.

The Avatar of Lust just laughed when Barbatos pressed him about it, tapping away on his D.D.D.

“There’s this party I’m planning,” Asmodeus had said that particular day. “I’m looking for something different than my usual parties, since this is supposed to be a classy thing. You just seemed like the best option, y’know?”

“I see,” Barbatos replied, paying it no further mind afterwards.

Satan regularly visited the Demon Lord’s Castle to look around the archives, asking for recommended books. Lately, however, Barbatos sometimes heard snatches of conversation between the fourth-born and the Little D’s that worked at the castle, as well as bits of what he assumed to be phone calls. In both instances, he would hear a shushing noise as soon as he got close enough to make the words out better.

Were it any other demon expressing such behaviour, Barbatos would be alarmed, but in this case he simply assumed Satan was planning one of his many pranks for Lucifer. He smiled at the butler whenever they crossed paths in the archives, making polite conversation.

Barbatos was far too busy a demon to pay this too much mind, choosing to instead focus on his busy schedule.

Beelzebub was a frequent test subject for Barbatos’ new recipes. The past few weeks, he seemed a lot less enthusiastic than usual about the butler’s baking, surprisingly enough.

“Luke’s been practising this one recipe a lot lately,” Beel said one day, a sad expression on his face.. “I’m… kind of tired of it, really. Eating the same thing over and over gets kind of old.”

“Why don’t you tell him this?” Barbatos asked, finely chopping vegetables.

“Because he has a reason to make it this much.”

Barbatos said nothing else, thinking of the best way to hide the bell peppers on his chopping board into the dish he was developing for Lord Diavolo.

The Young Master worked on his paperwork with peculiar diligence lately, Barbatos had noticed. He complained far less about the amounts he was assigned, and the backlog shrank by the day. He even sorted it into neat piles,sorted by subject and date, instead of putting everything in the same one as he usually did when working particularly hard.

Sometimes the butler had the feeling that the prince was trying to clear all of his paperwork within a time limit, for some reason. It was almost worrying.

He made his way to Lord Diavolo’s office, a tray of tea and snacks in his hands. Stopping in front of the door, Barbatos shifted the tray until one pristinely-gloved hand could knock on the heavy wood in front of him.

“Enter,” came the prince’s voice from within the office, and Barbatos carefully opened the door, toeing it closed behind him as he shifted the tray once more to be steady in his grip as he made his way to the desk where Diavolo was immersed in his paperwork, of which only a small amount remained for the day.

“It is time for a break, Young Master.”

At the sound of Barbatos’ voice and the soft tap of the tray being set down onto his work desk, Diavolo looked up from the document he was reading, placing his pen in his pen holder. A soft smile was on his face as he turned towards his servant.

“Thank you, Barbatos,” he said as he stretched his arms over his head.

Barbatos just smiled in return, holding a strainer above the teacup with one hand as the other poured tea.

“Today’s blend is a lavender-infused Earl Grey,” he said, not spilling a single drop. “It is a soothing blend, intended to relax you.”

After setting the teapot back onto the tray, he moved the cup within reach of the prince, but away from the papers. A small pot of sugarcubes and a creamer of milk were placed next to it, as was a plate of hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies.

Diavolo’s eyes widened in surprise at the cookies.

“These are-”

“Your favourite cookies, My Lord,” Barbatos finished, tilting his head slightly as he smiled. “You have been working very hard lately, so I thought I should reward you. Please, have as many as you’d like.”

Diavolo grabbed a cookie as Barbatos finished setting down the rest of the snacks.

“I worry about you, My Lord. You’re working even harder than usual.”

Diavolo just smiled sheepishly in response.

“I’m sorry, Barbatos. I promise it won’t be for much longer. It’s just that an important event is coming up soon, and I would like to clear my work before then.”

“An important event, My Lord?”

‘How odd,’ Barbatos thought. There had been no such thing on Diavolo’s schedule, as far as he knew. Perhaps he ought to check again later.

“Yes, a very important event,” the prince replied, a serious look on his face. “One I can’t possibly miss.”

As Diavolo finished his tea and snacks, Barbatos observed him closely, trying to spot any sign of deceit before he caught himself.

‘No,’ he thought, ‘the Young Master would never lie.’

And with that thought in mind, he gathered the used dishes and made his way to the castle kitchen to clean.

It all came to an end on a day he was accompanying Solomon to gather ingredients for a magic experiment.

“It’ll be way easier to get these things with your powers,” the sorcerer had said, smiling brightly as Barbatos opened a portal to their destination of the day: a faraway forest brimming with unique magic.

“My, my,” the butler chided. “Please don’t pretend like you’re too unskilled to gather these by yourself.”

“I know I’m not,” Solomon replied as they stepped through the portal. He turned to Barbatos as their feet hit the mossy forest floor, his expression turning more serious. “But I’d prefer to do this with a friend. I don’t mind solitude, but I’d get awfully lonely here by myself all day. Besides, it’ll be faster this way.”

“You could have taken Asmodeus,” Barbatos murmured as he looked at the list Solomon had written, squinting at the handwriting and trying to decipher it.

Solomon’s shoulders sagged briefly in a sigh before he knelt close to a group of trees and took a pair of scissors from the bag he was carrying. He had spotted one of the herbs he needed near the roots, and set to work collecting some of it.

“Asmodeus would either complain about the bugs and dirt, or take an endless amount of pictures for Devilgram,” he said, wrapping the cuttings into a clean linen cloth before tucking them into his bag, making sure there was enough left to regrow in the forest.

“A fair point.”

Barbatos made his way to a large boulder a ways ahead, examining the moss that was growing on it. Checking the list again, he made his way back to the sorcerer.

“I found some of the Bloodstain Moss you need. May I have the scraper?”

“Sure,” Solomon replied, digging around in his bag and handing the tool and a moistened kitchen towel to the demon, who returned to the rock. He slowly, carefully, pried some off the moss loose, wrapping it up.

The two of them slowly worked their way through the forest and the list, the subtle shifting of colours in the dark Devildom sky the only indication of time passing. When the last mushroom on the list and the tools were neatly tucked into the bag, Solomon grabbed his phone to check the time.

“We should make our way back to the castle,” he said, an unreadable smile on his face. “If we don’t, we’ll miss the event.”

“Event?” Barbatos was confused. Surely he would’ve been participating in the preparations of something at the castle.

Solomon’s eyes widened in surprise, a hand moving towards his chin. “Did you forget?”

Did he forget something? Barbatos mulled it over and over as he created the portal back home and stepped through it with Solomon at his side.

“Think of today’s date,” the sorcerer murmured as his feet hit the paving in front of the castle.

The butler’s head snapped up in realisation.

“It is my birthday.”

Solomon laughed. “Yes, and there’s a surprise waiting for you. Let me clean us up first, though.”

The feeling of magic washed over the two of them, stains on their clothes disappearing into nothing.

They made their way inside, Solomon leading the way to one of the smaller ballrooms. As the doors opened, a rain of confetti came down upon them.

“Happy birthday, Barbatos,” at least a dozen voices chimed. Said demon looked around the room, seeing the familiar faces of his friends and loved ones. A massive tower of macarons stood on one of the tables, next to a birthday cake. On a smaller table, carefully wrapped presents were stacked neatly. Familiar decorations ran along the walls.

“This is-”

“Based on information we got from you for the past few weeks, yes,” Lucifer said, smirking. “We hope it’s to your liking.”

A warm feeling spread through Barbatos’ chest as a genuine smile spread on his face, full of affection for those who were present.. This was the best birthday he’d had in millennia.

#Obey Me!#Obey Me! Barbatos #Barbatos Birthday Collab 2022

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deathscythecrow · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Barbatos!! Man, and the funniest thing is that recently I was looking for a cup to drink tea or coffee! I must say that this birthday event was a total surprise and you can see a new side of Barbatos, while trying to do different hobbies! I love it a lot!!

#obeyme #obey me #obey me barbatos #bydsc!#by deathscythecrow #oc #my oc #bydeathscythecrow #bydsc!2022 #obey me event #obey me birthday #happy birthday

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celestialrealms · 2 months

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Diavolo's 2022 birthday UR is such a comfort read for me. Not even just the romantic content with Diavolo (which is great too!) but just... I adore Barbatos and Diavolo's familial relationship tag this as ship and meet my blade

Diavolo spending the whole thing wanting to paint Barbatos's portrait to show his gratitude to him, and then them both ending up doing the same thing? 🙈

And the part at the end where they're all drinking together and it just feels sort of like MC is joining their family and has big "drinking with the mother-in-law" vibes?? 😖😖

#i'm so glad i have two mcs i'd have a real hard time compartmentalizing this as a barbatos enthusiast without squicking myself out otherwise #i cant believe diavolo and mc made out in front of his macaroni portrait of barbatos.................#the romantic content in this card is really cute in general though.. diavolo calls mc “my dear” like they've been married for like 15 years #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #barbatos obey me #diavolo obey me #obey me #obey me shall we date #long post /#diavolo #barbatos

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salmonvanillur · 9 months

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realistically, how does diavolos birthday celebration work

both he and satan were born the day a family member died, with satan being lilith and diavolo being his mother who died in childbirth.

the difference with satan however is how lilith and her death was a private affair, due to the only people who knew about her existence in the devildom were the demon king, diavolo, and barbatos, with the rest of the general population, including other nobles, being unaware of her existence in the first place. it is shown or at least implied that satan was designated their sibling by the demon king and with the brothers not leaving the castle for the entire first year of residence, everyone who is not those three people believe that the siblings have always been the seven brothers.

however, even if I disregard all of what I just said, the fact is that to the denizens, the brothers are simply are "fallen angels” meaning even if the denizens had known of satan's birthday, they wouldn't have given any of the brothers such a special celebration like they do in recent years due to the discrimination they faced for having been former angels.

diavolo however is the prince and it has been shown in his birthday events (specifically the 2022 event) that he has an enormous celebration each year, organized by barbatos which is joined by all of the denizens. a celebration that he must attend as his royal duty.

satan had the opportunity to mourn the person he never got to meet. the brothers are doing better now and he doesn't seem to think about it at all, but diavolo? if I recall correctly, he has said that he believes his father holds him responsible for his mothers passing, yet every year they throw a celebration for his birth.

how many years did it take for them to switch from mourning the queens death and replacing the silent and respectful vigil to the vibrant and playful celebration for the prince’s birth? did they mourn for a day and celebrate for a week or longer? did they ever mourn, or because of the kings unspoken blame did they ever celebrate him? and if they did celebrate, was diavolo made to feel guilty, knowingly, or even worse, unknowingly by his father? did he see the celebratory cake and decorations and think that it was undeserving since “he killed his own mother” as his father told him despite never saying it?

did he feel bad when the House of Lords challenged and doubted him, not only because of the potential disappointment he could bring to his father and barbatos, but because he feels like his mothers death would have been for naught? he never had time to grieve and if he did, it wasn't intimate or an experience that could've been had in such a personal way to him like how lilith and her memories were told to satan.

satan had a family that grieved and celebrated privately, his birthday is celebrated because they care for him and have reassured him time and time again that they don’t hate or blame him or that they wish lilith was still there instead of him. not like the lonely prince.

diavolo has those friends and found family now, after so many millennia of the closest thing he felt as someone genuinely caring about him being barbatos. with his lie detection skills, could he tell that mephisto is, at best, ingenuous in his attempts at friendship. with mephisto believing they are still friends does that mean diavolo took what he got.

diavolo had no one, no one to tell him about his mother and all the small things, things like her favorite tea or if she was ticklish or what the worst joke she ever told was (satan believed her best being when she told them all cats go to PURRgatory when they die, despite the others telling him it was the worst joke not only because of that, but she couldn’t say a word without doubling over in laughter)

even if everyone told him of her kindness and generosity and everything that made her a worthy queen, he still couldn’t have anyone tell him about his mother and who she truly was. yet every year he celebrates, maybe by now he’s gotten over it but there’s still the chance that he feels guilty for her death and how the people have been forced to forget their queen

I don’t know how to end this off but I like to think that when during the periods of his first birthdays where he was less reactive or the day after, diavolo would have a sort of talk with him about their similar experience

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omurysse · 1 year

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My comics contribution for the Barbatos Birthday Collab 2022 on Twitter

You can read Elsecrytt's fic "But We Are Only Demons" in AO3

#obey me #obey me fanart #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #illustration #comics #i will slowly upload stuff i have from twitter ^^

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katboykirby · 7 months

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I don't want to sound like a cunt, but I don't like how Solmare has changed how they do things so now we're only getting the most recent Birthday events brought back for revivals.

What I mean is, it's currently October 2023. Satan has had three Birthday events since OM first came out: his Birthday in 2020, his Birthday in 2021, and his Birthday in 2022.

Now that it's October 2023 and we're getting closer to his Birthday again, the "Happy Birthday Satan 2022" event has been revived and has been brought back. It's playable for the 3-4 days before his Birthday on the 20th. This in and of itself is great.

But what about his Birthday event from 2021?

What about his Birthday event from 2020?

Satan has had three Birthdays since the launch of the original game. But we only get to have limited, temporary access to his Birthday from the last year and the last year only. If you're a new player who wasn't around in 2020 or 2021, you'll never get to see those event stories, and you'll never be able to obtain those Birthday cards.

Like. Do we see why that is a problem? This isn't just about Satan - every card from every Birthday event prior to 2022 is now completely unobtainable in the game. No one will ever be able to get Lucifer's 2020 Birthday UR or Barbatos' 2021 Birthday UR, etc. And we all see why that's a bad thing, right?

And the thing is, Solmare used to revive all the Birthday events. If you're a new player you might not have been around for this, but we used to get every single past Birthday event brought back, every year. For Mammon's birthday in 2022, they brought back his 2020 Birthday event and his 2021 Birthday event. But they aren't doing that any more.

So for a significant number of players, all those cards (both SSR and UR Birthday cards) are unobtainable forever. What might be even worse, the Birthday stories (as in, the main Birthday Pop Quiz stories) might now be lost media. Because Birthday events aren't put into LD like regular events. You can't return to them to re-play them to obtain the event cards or read the story.

They're gone. Forever.

And I really, really hate that. Yes, I was present for Satan's birthday in 2020 and I got to read that birthday story. But that was three years ago now. I want to read it again, because I barely remember the majority of it. I have a lot of friends who started playing OM months or even years after I did, and some of them haven't seen any of the 2020 or 2021 birthdays at all. If you started playing with the release of Nightbringer, you haven't seen any of them.

And jesus fucking christ, that makes me so god damn sad. I don't understand why Solmare has made so much of their own content completely unaccessible.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #omswd #satan #obey me birthday #happy birthday satan #like this fucking sucks #i want to read Satan's 2020 and 2021 birthday stories again so bad #and now I never can?#lost media #it's literally lost media

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I'm not optimistic, but I hope Barbatos has a good spotlight event. That showcases something that he personally enjoys, like in his birthday in 2021. Not someone else's hobby (Birthday 2022) Or has someone else as the main characters. Levi and Belphegor were more like the main characters (Barbatos's First Spotlight, Smash Devils) 2022 and it was about Video Games. It should have been Levi's event. Or something he is doing for Diavolo (Barbatos's Fangol Spotlight).

Even more importantly I hope he has a beautiful card that makes me scream hysterically 😭 It's subjective, but personally, it's been a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time since he had one that made me literally scream. Aka "All Because of That"

More below

Also, look at his little waist! They need to show that off more. Like that is grabbable as HELL. This is the only copy I've found, used waifu 2x and it didn't help 😭 Even in 💩tier quality. I cry. I NEED THAT BROMIDE.

Well this turned into Barbatos cards that make me scream really fast, so

This is the most beautiful Barbatos and I will die joyfully on this hill.

And this one makes me scream because I ship them...

Yep. That's all of the cards :(

Bonus Fox, but it's not one because it doesn't show his booty. Good lord, he is so cute 🥺 I need to scratch his adorable ears and squish his cheeks!!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #dame posting #dame barbatos #diabarb

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666cosmicmango · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Barbatos!

Art made for the 2022 Barbatos Birthday Collab!

This was for the theme Baking, and has a cute corresponding fic by my collab partner highghostwriter that you can read here!

#mangoarts #obey me #obey me barbatos #om! barbatos #obey me swd #omswd #obey me fanart

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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spoilers for luke's 2022 birthday event but i like how they didn't even bother to give raphael a new outfit. the demon brothers, diavolo and barbatos like "oh wow look at the judges with their fancy outfits ^_^" and "oh wow is that a celestial realm flower pinned of their suits??" and raphael is just sitting there in his everyday weird crop top thing and staring into the distance with his cold unforgiving eyes.

also the way i phrased this made me think of barbatos saying/typing "^_^" and i want to ensure anyone possibly reading this gets that same mental image.

No because this is just;

Raphael: no one knows I've been wearing this crop top for the last 94 days

#im sorry but from barbatos that feels threatening💀#asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #shall we date obey me #swd obey me!#om raphael #om! raphael #obey me raphael #obey me! raphael #obey me barbatos

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inhuman-obey-me · 2 years

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A Peaceful Day in the Devildom

Written for the Barbatos Birthday Collaboration 2022, with the theme "Enforcer"! See the corresponding art for this piece here Word count: 4.2k Description: Barbatos has absolute loyalty to the Demon Prince. He believes absolutely in Diavolo's goals, and does everything he can to support them. That includes keeping nobles in line and would-be rebels in their place. Or: Rodents aren't the only kind of rat Barbatos despises. But he has quite a bit more fun disposing of the treasonous kind. Can also be read on Ao3 here

[cw: blood, violence, torture, body horror]

The room is dingy and dark, the weak light of the lamp left burning at the center of the room hardly stretching beyond the table on which it sits.

"One would think that in the Devildom, of all places, they would know better than to think that darkness means anything is hidden," Barbatos muses, the barest hint of a smirk crossing his lips. But, he supposes, it makes just as much sense that demons would find a sense of safety and reassurance in the shadows. Even if it's a false safety.

The mess they've left, on the other hand, disturbs him. As his infernal eyes adjust almost immediately to the low light, the scattered papers, maps, notes, and other materials strewn about the room come into clear focus, along with a layer of grime and dust that seems to sit upon every shelf and dresser around the room.

It's always like this. Truly, he wishes that for once, the demons plotting assassination against his master would have the sense to clean up a bit. If they're so careless that they can't be bothered with wiping down the shelves every once in a while, it's no wonder they're always so careless about leaving evidence lying around everywhere as well.

But it does make his job easier, in any case.

His fingers brush lightly over each item on the table, memorizing the exact position of each one atop another as he scans their contents. A shoddy attempt at a schedule on one -- do they not understand that someone as busy as the Crown Prince of the Devildom wouldn't keep to a consistent schedule from week to week? Barbatos, of course, is the one who composes his daily agenda for him, delicately slotting meetings and work time together like intricate puzzle pieces to allow Diavolo the most efficient use of his time. On another sheet, he finds notes about various poisons, as though the butler would ever be careless enough to allow the prince to consume a poison he has not already been inoculated against. Lucifer, ever a connoisseur of deadly substances, is far better informed about such matters than these fools.

At last, he comes to the shelf containing books upon books of meeting notes -- they've been plotting against Diavolo for a long time now, though their attempts rarely amount to any kind of solid plan. He checks in on this group every once in a while, though they wouldn't know it by how impeccably he always returns everything to exactly its prior state. A simple task, for a demon who can simply restore a past state to the present.

Skimming through the most recent set of notes, however, a particularly concerning tidbit catches his eye. A soft tutting clicks from his mouth, his frown growing deeper as he reads the notes in more detail. Details which include, well, far more detail than he would like. And further down the page, a name he recognizes all too well. One that hasn't appeared in this group's notes before, on any of his prior covert check-ins to this place.

Well, that won't do. That won't do at all.

The demon feels Barbatos before he sees him -- specifically, twin tail ends wrapped around his throat, slick and smooth against his skin, and threatening to snap the bones of his neck cleanly apart.

"It appears you have been spending time in places where you don't belong lately, now haven't you?" the butler hisses into his ear from the shadows behind him.

"Where I don't belong?" the other scoffs haughtily, staring straight ahead to avoid the piercingly cold gaze beside him.

He trains his eyes instead on the extravagant golden gleaming of gilded furniture shimmering softly in the waving light of the room's aquarium. Beautiful riches, emblematic of his power and status in the Devildom -- and with his mind firmly focused on that power, he calmly raises the teacup in his hand to his lips. "Whatever could you mean? I go wherever I please, whenever I please, and I belong anywhere that I go. That is my right, as a member of this proud house, is it not?"

A twitch of Barbatos's tail squeezes abruptly against its prey, cutting short both his words and his airflow, as he snaps, "Lord Zayme, I am not here to play games." There is an uncharacteristic fury in his snarl, unexpected anger from the refined butler who has always appeared perfectly composed at Diavolo's side, though the noble demon dismisses it. "If you believe nobility allows you to do whatever you please, it seems you have forgotten your place."

Around the handle of the teacup, Zayme's fingers tremble slightly with surprise, but he keeps his voice determinedly unconcerned as he sneers back against the strain on his neck, "Why yes, I am a noble. That is my rightful place. And you are no more than a butler, as I recall. It seems to me that you are the one who has forgotten his place, if a servant believes he has the right to threaten a member of the aristocracy. Or is our little princeling so soft-hearted that he cannot keep his own retainer in line?"

The room takes on a dark tinge at the comment, as though each light is being sucked into the shadows, and a sharp chill flickers through the space. Barbatos pinches the noble's chin harshly, forcing his eyes to meet his own dark emerald gaze.

"Nobility or otherwise, do not dare forget -- your station is still below that of royalty."

The hot fury of a moment ago has disappeared from him in an instant, replaced by a cool air of matter-of-fact dignity. Poison drips from his words, and the air in the room feels tighter with each syllable.

"You will show respect to your prince."

The sudden change in demeanor, however, only serves to aggravate the arrogant noble.

"Or what? The little prince has been left in charge, but we all can see that his father did not even deign to crown him before he departed to his slumber. One might conclude that the King saw what we all can -- that your lord is too weak and soft-hearted to ever truly rule over our realm of demons. An exchange program to get along with those snobbish angels and weak little humans -- ha! Am I really to sit by and respect a princeling that doesn't even care to act on his most devilish urges?"

"Oh? Devilish urges, you say? Is that what you were looking for when you used those eyes to go peeking into our home, Lord Zayme?" A whisper of cruelty slithers across Barbatos's face in a smile, as slick and dangerous as the two-pronged tail still wrapped around the other's neck. Darkness envelops the room, leaving only electric patterns in teal flashes to illuminate the space between them. "Not to worry, we do have plenty of those at the Demon Lord's Castle. Please, if you are so concerned about whether my master is demonic enough to rule, then come. Let me show you."

The first thing Zayme sees when he stirs is the grit of rough-hewn stones.

As his eyes begin to focus against the flickering candlelight around the room, he notices the coarse surface of the wall, mere inches from his face, a stark contrast from the gilded adornments of his polished home.

The second thing Zayme sees, which breaks him abruptly from his daze, is blood. Blood, in deep red stains, scattered across those same stones. Blood, in thin traces whispering threats of drips along the walls -- and in that moment, he startles from his stupor.

"Not a fan of my decor?" Barbatos muses to his side with a sly smile.

The noble does his best to suppress his surprise, unwilling to give the butler the satisfaction. In an unimpressed drawl, he simply remarks back, "Blood ought to be either cleaned or embraced, not half wiped away with stains left to mark the walls."

Though not entirely pleased with his target's critique, Barbatos merely hums in response. He does take some pride, normally, in this room, this sanctuary of torment he keeps -- but it's true enough that the Little D.'s aren't entirely consistent amongst themselves with how thoroughly they wash the walls, and in any case, the noble's opinion won't matter for much longer. It will just make his decline that much sweeter, Barbatos reminds himself.

As if by instinct, heavy chains dangling from the walls clatter noisily around them both, seemingly sensing their master's malcontent nonetheless and shooting forth to wrap their prey in thick metal coils. Warning sparks of magic flicker from Zayme's fingers in response, but before either demon can even say anything, the cool metal simply tightens itself around his arms, cutting off the circulation of his power and blood alike.

"You should refrain from any sudden magic," Barbatos chuckles softly, "though I suppose you're hardly the first to fall back upon magic when restrained. But you'll find there's a hex upon those chains that only tightens each time they detect magical energy from anyone aside from myself, so I don't advise it."

"That's only if I am to believe their magic is stronger than my own," Zayme snaps back. Still, despite his bluster, he can indeed feel the pressure upon his wrists and decides not to test his pride just yet. Instead, he takes a moment to calm himself, observing his surroundings properly for the first time since they arrived.

The room he's found himself in isn't terribly large, though he can feel the limitations of his own size as the chains that have encircled his frame have him pressed against a single point of one wall. Thin candles lean at diagonals from the wall, giving sparse light as wax drips lazily down below. From the opposite side, he can see a wooden door, scorched and scarred in layers and yet entirely intact. Various carts and tables litter the space in between, and the pristine glint of surgical tools gleams at him from upon one in particular.

"I believe you'll find their magic plenty strong."

The polite, reserved smile doesn't leave Barbatos's face, and Zayme at last begins to feel his stomach drop. There is something undeniably sinister in the butler's blithe expression, and for the first time, the noble is realizing that he is well and truly in the grasp of the crown's punishment. Even if the butler has not spoken his crimes out loud in full, it's clear enough that both of them know what he did. And treason is not a light offense.

Well, no reason for pretense anymore then.

"Ah, so the idealistic and noble princeling does fall back on strength after all," he spits, literal venom dripping from his tongue. "Behaving for once as such a powerful demon should, yet he hides it like a shameful secret. I hope you enjoy what's coming to him and you both!"

Unfazed, Barbatos begins thumbing through the tools at the table beside him, before settling upon a thin pen with a curved quill-like point at one end and a small, empty ink jar upon the other.

"Lord Zayme," he says calmly, examining his chosen implement by a candle's light, "the Shadowed Feathers group has been active for seven hundred, thirty-two years. They meet weekly, almost without fail, and have done so for the entire duration of their existence. They gather those who are unsatisfied with His Majesty's ideals, they plot together, they recruit. Week after week, they make plans for removing Lord Diavolo from the throne. And yet, in seven centuries, not a single plan of theirs has amounted to even an inconvenience to His Majesty. Do you know why that is?"

"They simply lacked the knowledge necessary to go about it! A problem which I have now rectified." There's a hint of what sounds almost like pride beneath the demon's snarl. "Whatever you do to me, that is one thing you cannot take back from them."

To his surprise, however, he's met only with another chuckle, as Barbatos finally turns to him. "In seven hundred years, you truly believe you are the first demon to offer them knowledge, Lord Zayme?"

He clutches the noble's chin with unexpected strength, holding it in place with one hand as he lifts the pen's tip to his subject's forehead with the other, carving thin, delicate lines in perfectly precise strokes despite the squirming of the latter underneath through grimaces in pain. Dark red ichor drips from each one like ink in reverse, slinking down from the tip of the pen through the body and into the small well that sits at the other end. "But it is, after all, only fools who dare join a group like that in the first place, I suppose."

"You dare call me a fool?!" Zayme attempts to bark back, though he struggles to move his mouth much at all with the grip on his chin.

Barbatos wipes away the remaining droplets of blood still pooling atop the design, and takes a step back to admire his handiwork. The design is sharp and clear upon the demon's skin -- a delicate, wispy feather with a silhouette of a scythe hidden in the shadow of its core. The symbol of the rebel group known as the Shadowed Feathers.

"I certainly do see a fool before me," he answers coolly. "One who has now been marked appropriately, so all will be able to see your foolishness."

"It is not foolish to demand that a demon prince should have pride in being a demon!" The rage of the noble's protest is palpable in the air, energy almost crackling through his throat, and the chains binding him constrict a little tighter in warning. "Bad enough those arrogant angels have always looked down upon us, but now he wishes to invite them into our realm and play at tea parties and school life together? To play nice with the sorcerer who bound seventy-two of us to his service so we could build for him a shrine to everything we hate? It is not foolishness to object to that; it is foolishness to spit upon the graves of every demon who fell in war against them as the prince plays at ideals that even angels do not keep!"

"Wars end, Lord Zayme," he answers simply. "Whether you agree with it or not, Lord Diavolo is absolutely correct. The necessary path for all our realms is to find harmony."

The noble rebel suddenly finds a flat-edged blade inserted into the socket just below his left eye, as Barbatos continues, "You, however, thought to find a path into the Demon Lord's Castle instead. For that, I do believe you do not deserve these magical eyes the Three-Legged Crow has bestowed upon you. So let us rectify that, shall we?"

With a swift flick, the eyeball slips out of its socket with a pop, rolling upon the floor. It takes Zayme a moment, with his innate powers of sight still intact, to process exactly what his vision is absorbing -- Barbatos, simultaneously straight ahead, and yet also visible from behind, towering over as his tail flicks languidly back and forth.

The teal demon presses a gloved hand over the noble's howl of panic, suppressing it until his prey can hardly even breathe and his screams turn to a bare whimper. He gives him a coolly amused smile, fully understanding what the other is seeing. "Dizzying, isn't it? Strange, to see the world from another perspective? Not to worry, they'll be reunited soon enough." Releasing just enough to prevent the demon from passing out, he repeats the same to the other eye with surgical precision, letting it bounce away to just beyond the first one.

The chained prisoner thrashes frantically against his restraints as he feels blood dripping out of each eye socket, empty and strangely cold now that they are exposed to the dungeon air. The tight coils of the shackles around him, however, do not give way at all, only deepening his hysteria, until he feels a thin needle press into his neck. Immediately, his body stiffens, at last forcing his mind to quiet as well and adjust to his new angle of vision.

It is jarring to see himself for the first time again from afar -- a far cry from the proud, refined appearance he normally presents. His hair sticks dully to his face with the shine of blood and sweat, and the skin of his hands and chest beneath his shirt are flushed with fear. He can still feel his mouth moving familiarly upon his face, but the distant sight of himself makes it disconcerting somehow, as he struggles to reconcile where he feels it with what he sees.

As he regains his senses, however, he is determined not to surrender so easily. "None of this makes any difference, butler," he croaks, trying still to maintain a powerful voice though it comes out weakly. A strained grin makes its way to his lips, and there's a hint of desperation in his voice. "This may be the price I am paying, but Diavolo has one to pay as well for his treachery against our realm. Even if I have betrayed him, demonkind is on my side."

Unfortunately for Zayme, it is not the subject of his sneering criticism administering his punishment, but rather the prince's loyal manservant -- a demon with far fewer inclinations towards reconciliation and mercy.

"Demonkind can be swayed," Barbatos responds, unbothered. He scoops up the fallen eyeballs upon the ground, dropping them casually into a small beaker upon his little table.

In the next moment, Zayme's vision is abruptly flooded with a dark splash of liquid, as Barbatos dumps the contents of the earlier pen's ink well into the jar. It thins slightly as he adds a bit of water, and then the world is a dizzying blur of movement as the butler stirs the contents together. Blood-filled bile burbles up from his still-chained body upon the wall, spilling out of him before his mind can even catch up to what is happening.

When the liquid in the jar finally stills and he can somewhat see again, everything in his sight seems coated in a veil of red, except for the striking teal lights flickering up and down along the butler's twin tail ends.

"Demonkind will never accept such blind idealism," Zayme forces still through gritted teeth. It's getting hard to speak, but he is determined to remain defiant to the very end. "Demons know better...than to simply follow what is 'good' or 'right.' We have prey in our midst, and we will not be told to leave them untouched." He spits in his tormentor's face one final time, while he still has the strength to do so. "A real demon knows...it is in our nature to be ruthless."

"Ruthless, is it?" Barbatos gives him another deferential chuckle, before not so deferentially smashing a thick metal rod against the demon's knuckles. The satisfying crack of bones is instantly audible, and another scream of pain flies from Zayme's mouth. "A shame, when even demons themselves refuse to consider what more we can be than just ruthlessness. I rather prefer the recent peace of the Devildom, myself."

"If ruthlessness is what you desire, however," he adds with a thin smirk across his face, "then certainly you may have it."

Metal rod in hand, he strikes again and again, battering the traitor's face and ribs until bruises splotch every which way, and blood leaks from his lips with every cough and cry. Shiny black plumage of the demon's raven form pokes unbidden through his flesh, shedding away with each subsequent impact.

As his body groans in pain, the captive demon's eyes watch with horror, still floating helplessly in the jar, as the ends of the chains on him are hooked to a metal board. It consists of a complex set of wires, seemingly designed to randomly pass and hold electric currents. With a hum of enjoyment, a spark of lightning flicks from the butler's tail, setting the machine to action, and the first shock jolts instantly into the beaten demon's chest.

Though Zayme can no longer see quite directly what is going on, he nevertheless makes out a clear, vicious delight on Barbatos's face. And with that, it sinks in to the traitor at last. It was never that Diavolo did not approve of demonkind's inherent malice. There has been cruelty at his side all along.

As Barbatos turns to leave the demon to his electric punishment, he remarks dryly, "By the way, about that...knowledge you shared with the Shadowed Feathers. I do owe you my thanks for finding that flaw in our security. I've gone ahead and taken the liberty of sealing that particular passage, so it's no longer a concern. But I do hope your new friends will enjoy what they find there instead."

Barbatos allows the door to close behind him with a heavy thud.

A soft plink, plink can be heard from the far end of the corridor, as a steady trickle of blood dribbles thickly down a set of drains. Dark stray feathers litter the ground around it, occasionally riding the flow down a ways before getting caught on the stone flooring here and there. A few have piled up in places, catching larger globs of blood in their plumes as well to form grotesque little sticky lumps along the hallway.

For once, however, the normally tidy butler isn't especially bothered by the mess. He's in quite a good mood, actually, humming quietly to himself in satisfaction as he strolls back towards his room, careful to avoid stepping in any of the sticky mounds of plumage. Not that it makes a particular difference -- admittedly, he is himself quite drenched in far more blood than is on the floor, after his activities of the day. Splatters cling to his face and hair, and though they're hard to see against the dark fabric, large splotches stain his clothes as well.

A low groan rolls from behind him, which quickly escalates to a full shriek before rapidly quieting again. Another burst of dark ichor ripples along the stream past his feet, sloshing against his shoes before finding its way down the drain.

There will be more of that, both the screams and the blood, for a while still, he is sure. The thought brings an amused smile to his face. Honestly, he does wish he could have stuck around for a bit longer. But a butler's work is never done, and as much as he might enjoy watching the treasonous noble's expressions through the night, he has other tasks he must attend to.

When he reaches the steps at the end of the hall, Little D. No. 2 is waiting for him at the top with a warm, wet hand towel and a fresh pair of gloves.

"Thank you, No. 2. The room should be ready for cleanup and disposal in the morning, so please let the others know to head down after the young master's breakfast tomorrow. Ah, and do be careful not to leave any stains behind this time," he nods to the diminutive demon as he peels the sticky fabric from his hands. "Now, would you kindly go fetch some extra towels for the shower? I'll be headed over there shortly."

"Yes, sir, Mister Barbatos!" With a fang-filled smile and a quick salute, the little devil scurries off as instructed, leaving the butler to calmly continue wiping the coagulation from his fingers.

Another shriek bounces faintly from below, and Barbatos savors the sound for as long as he can, taking his time to clean himself up before heading off to shower. Though the usual inhabitants of the Demon Lord's Castle might have hardly blinked at the gruesome sight of him, he does feel a bit proud to present properly as a butler to Lord Diavolo, and besides, he's expecting Luke to arrive for another baking lesson any minute now. The young angel only began getting comfortable around demons quite recently, and Barbatos fears he might well faint and never wake up if he were to see his mentor so blood-soaked.

Careful to wash away every last drop of red from his hair, he's soon cleaned, dressed, and looking as pristine as ever. And, as he takes a look at the time, it seems he even has a few minutes to spare. Perfect.

When Luke walks into the kitchen to meet him, the boy's cheeks are flushed, and it's clear he must have run over to make it on time, though he himself doesn't seem to realize how obvious it is, as he nonetheless tries his best at an exaggerated leisurely stroll into the room. The facade is broken immediately when he notices the unusually bright expression on his mentor's face as the latter sets up various bowls and ingredients across the counters -- and is that humming he hears?

"Wow! Barbatos, you're in a really good mood today! Did something good happen?"

The butler just smiles back at him, undisturbed.

"Nothing special, Luke. I heard the lovely singing of a little devil raven earlier today, and I was just thinking about how wonderful it is to have such a peaceful day in the Devildom."

With that, he turns back to the ingredients upon the counter. "Now, shall we begin? Today, we'll be preparing a thirteen-layer devilberry medovik..."

#mod chaos in the devildom #happy birthday barbatos #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me barbatos #om! barbatos #obey me fic #writings

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momokotuharumaki · 2 years

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Happy birthday to my favorite butler and side piece!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #happy birthday barbatos 2022 #barbatos #obey me barbatos

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rushipedia · 2 years

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Venti Birthday Headcanons!

A/N: GUESS WHOS BUIRTHDAY IT IS? ITS THE GOODEST BOY EVER'S (besides chongyun)..IT'S VENTIIIII MY BAABY ITS HIS BIRTHDAY HES 3001 THEY GROW U SO FAST...

Edit: This is based on some TikTok I saw abt Venti just picking a random day to be his birthday so he could get free drinks from Diluc and then having to stick with that day.

Half the time, he forgets about his "birthday"

The concept didn't even exist when he came into existence, so its not that important to him.

But it is important when it's other people's! He knows how important it is to humans.

He's super happy when you remember the date he told you was to be his 'birthday'.

And he's also super happy to have someone to spend his birthday with other than the men who happen to be at the bar on his special day!

Really, he's been super lonely all these, years.

He's not one to cry, but he does get super sappy when he talks about it.

For once, he doesn't drink until he drops.

Instead, you bring him a cake!

It's an apple cake; a family recipe.

You take him to Windrise to eat it by his statue and he's pretty sure he just fell in love all over again.

He talks to you about how he usually spends his days while you're busy with work.

This usually just consists of him playing his lyre underneath the statue of the glorious statue of Lord Barbatos for some mora.

You roll your eyes, and you wonder why he doesn't just get a job or something.

But he'd rather listen to you talk about things, instead of reminding himself of how lonely he is with his stories.

He looks at you in awe as you talk about anything and everything, which you think is so adorable.

He's really cute, and you can't help but want to squish his face in your hands.

But it's his birthday, so you spare him the embarrassment (despite being virtually isolated from most Monstadt citizens).

You ask him how old he is.

He has no idea! It's not like he's keeping track of this stuff.

You laugh, telling him you're glad you got to be the first to celebrate with him wholeheartedly.

He sort of understands why humans find them so important now.

"Nobody's ever made me a cake before. You really my warrior~" His loving nickname for you rolls off his tongue with a purr. Every time he takes a bite he sort of squeals to express his joy whilst kicking his legs. "Especially in the kitchen..."

You were so glad he liked it, not very confident in your cooking skills, especially when it came to cooking for other people, so hearing that from the person you loved the most was wonderful.

You grabbed his hand which gripped a fork and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“Happy birthday,”

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