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kittievampire · 1 year

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Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 6)

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

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

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

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

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

Peace among the realms.

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

That's when he met you.

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

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

Curiosity was what reeled him in most.

You were what made him want more.

"Dia,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If he wasn't so damn big.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He missed you so much.

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

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

A message from you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pregnant.

MC was pregnant.

With his child.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he couldn't.

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

Where did he go wrong?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The demon prince was silent for a moment.

"What false information?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can we talk?"

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cooler-ian · 10 months

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"He got that dog in him"

The dog in him:

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your-fave-is-being-blended · 9 months

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Blend Diavolo

[Yet another canon death i suppose...]

Diavolo from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

#your fave is being blended #you cannot save them #blend requests #diavolo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyo na boken kin #jjba diavolo #jjba vento auero

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loge2718 · 2 years

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Priest!Diavolo

Few months ago I dreamt of this lmao... So why not draw it?

𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵!

#jjba diavolo #diavolo #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo vento aureo #jojo no kimyo na boken kin #Loge2718 Art #Priest AU #jjba part 5 #jjba gw #jjba golden wind

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madaranuii · 8 months

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i wonder if you kin someone!! well if you into this kin stuff of course

and if it's okay with you idk

SORRY IF IT'S WEIRD QUESTION....

ITZ NOT WEIRD @ ALL DONT WORRY HEHEZ!!!! ASK WHATEVR U'D LIKE!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)ᰔᰔ

I ACTUALLY DOO !!! I kin Chiaki SMZZZ... him + I r literally the same person in different fontz hehez :3cc!!!!! ++ I also kinda kin Madara, Leo++ Hiiro somewhat!!!! Basically just any overaffectionate character bcz I get hopelessly attached 2 people so quickly ++ have 0 impulse control LMFAOO

#𖥔 : madaranuii.ramblez!!#i also kin diavolo ++ beel from obey me if any1 playz that!!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ ++ thoma and ganyu hehez!!

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budbuddnbuddy · 4 months

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Little obey me headcanons (pt4)

(Pt5)

A/N: This probably like the second longest series of writing I’ve done fanfic wise. Lol anyway same stuff is here. Headcaons and world building, maybe once I get everything done with the masterlist I’ll show you guys my MC’s (yes I have 2 MC’s in the same verse) but I’m still not sure. Let me know what y’all think. Happy new year!!!

Everyone is super nosy about your life in the human world, some are more obvious and pushy then others but regardless they still want to know about every detail of your life, what kind of job do you have? What’s your family like? Do you live in acountryside or in City? Where’s your workplace? What’s your address? What’s your full legal name? What’s your blood type? Do you own any pets! Tell them all about it.

The Devildom and the Celestial realm have small populations. Devildom:50 million+ Celestial realm:45 million+ mainly because lots of people would rather not have kids because it would probably get in the way of what they were doing in their lives currently however it’s not uncommon to see families out and about. Nobles are the main ones who have families in the devildom.

Do you think that like a week after Diavolo was born his father did that lion king thing that Royal family does whenever they have another kid? Just basically raising him up for everyone to see? 💀

As I’ve said before Mammon has a great ass, you can’t help but grab it anytime you can, just coming up behind him and grabbing his cheek. It mainly happens in your room, both of y’all are laying in your bed with him on top of you resting his head on your chest and you’ll just unconsciously reach down and give it a squeeze. He used to loudly whine about it but he secretly loves it lmao.

When it comes to relationships and Virginity, I feel like I have a pretty decent grasp on who’s had what and who hasn’t.

Relationship+Experience: Lucifer Mammon Asmodeus Barbatos Solomon

Relationship+Virgin: Beelzebub Satan

No Relationship+ Experience: Belphegor only like twice though cuz I fucking hate him [affectionate]

Neither: Leviathan, Diavolo

Diavolo kin’s Pops from regular show unironically.

If you ever heard about the Mariko Aoki phenomenon good but if not it’s basically the need to take a crap in bookstores however if you leave before you do then the feeling goes away. Whenever you go into Satan’s room you automatically get the urge to take a shit, you haven’t told him about it the confused look on his face is too funny. 💀

Speaking of Poop. If any of the brothers can’t get into the bathrooms available on their floor/rooms they’ll come down to your room and ask if they can use your bathroom which you used to be fine with AT FIRST however you eventually banned them from coming into your bathroom because Beel took a massive shit in your toilet and it stunk up your bathroom for DAYS and Lemme tell ya, handling demon shits from GROWN ASS MEN are not for the weak.

“Phew…Thanks for letting me use your bathroom, MC.”

“No problem Beel I-“ *Turns into fucking dust*

Okay that’s not what happened but you did pass out. Beelzebub did say sorry and bought you a cupcake as compensation so I guess it’s okay for now, still not allowed to use your bathroom though.

#You can’t tell me that Beel doesn’t have the worlds worst shits #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me simeon #obey me leviathan #obey me! shall we date?#obey me satan

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angelh0lo · 1 year

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❥Lord Diavolo

Lovecore Icons with red hearts

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Credit if Using

#obey me kin #obey me diavolo #obey me icons #mod hunter edits #edit blog #obey me shall we date #obey me #lord diavolo #diavolo kin #lord diavolo kin

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villainkinconfessions · 3 months

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anywho, from diavolo anon again, i despise being treated like a joke. genuinely. i didnt deserve the horrid things that happened to me in canon and i dont feel bad for any of my actions because they werent even that awful. i mean ngl i should get to kill a few people as a little treat like just saying. just as a treat

#Diavolo kin #JJBA kin #villainkin #villainkinconfessions #fully agree tbh #mod yokai

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haydensky01 · 9 days

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[Obey me]: MC falling in love with Diavolo

Summary: The most powerful human, overthinker as every woman is, falling in love with the most powerful demon. No spoilers.

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I remember I do, the first time I appeared here falling from the sky my eyes locked onto his with unwavering intensity. He exuded overwhelming elegance, his presence so immaculate, so radiant, so majestic. While I had yet to be informed of his royal status, it was a truth I instinctively grasped without needing confirmation.

"Skin of sand, eyes of honey, hair of fire" is all that filled my thoughts as his eyes captivated my sight whole.

"Eyes of honey" It's cold. "Eyes of honey" I'm adrift. "Eyes of honey" What strange realm is this?

The room unfamiliar, the faces foreign, the attire surreal. "Eyes of honey... eyes of honey".

Limbs frozen, fists clenched "Eyes of honey... eyes of honey" where am I?

Diavolo: "Welcome to the Devildom MC. .. Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked are we?"

"Oh... it speaks..."

Diavolo: "My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me."

"Eyes of honey... the tolling of bells."

Diavolo: "And someday soon I will be crowned king of the Devildom."

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I read the other day in the RAD Newspaper that the hue of the next king's eyes, Diavolo's, is a unique emblem of his lineage, exceedingly rare even among their kin and the colours found in nature. Liars. Ever since I came here 3 years ago, It is all I see everywhere, all the time, on everything. I could swear my pupils have been coated with eyes of honey, for whenever I close my eyes, his gaze manifests without fail.

I am not naïve; I know what this is. He is undeniably handsome, a prince on the brink of becoming king. He possesses the charm, the intelligence, the chivalry, the wealth, the smile... and the eyes of a man with whom to fall in love. And I am a human raised on fairy tails. The equation might be complex but its result is unmistakable.

However, I am me. And me doesn't like embarrassment, rejection or a three realms worth of attention and gossip. It is the natural course of events to feel deep affection for Eyes of honey. But it is also the right course of events to relegate it to the realm of pre-sleeping fantasies, even if my mind refuses to adhere to this reasonable schedule.

I mean, I do feel the desire to seduce when I am around Lucifer or Mammon or Simeon or Solomon and others. Hell, I even flirted and went on dates. For the same reasons perhaps. Beauty, intelligence, talents, tact... or is it? I don't deny I was unwillingly comparing them to Diavolo all the time, I admit I imagined every flirt and every courtesy as if between me and Diavolo. But it still counts... doesn't it?

I blame this on Diavolo to be frank. Had he not summon me here to witness extraordinary power and charm, I wouldn't have invited him into my fantasies. Had he not call upon me on every events to be its centre. But then again, I AM the exchange student after all. Or perhaps hadn't he showered me with gifts, shown such care, and asked so kindly... He IS the ruler and I AM under his guardianship, aren't I? Had he not protected me so dearly? Again, he IS the most powerful. I don't know, I have no base but I blame him I do. I blame him for it all. And above all, his gravest sin remains... He looked at me with his eyes of honey.

The other night, at the ball, when we danced I could swear it was only the two of us dancing.

In the council room, when his hand brushed against mine, I could feel the heat from his flushed cheeks radiating across the air.

His late-night text and calls asking silly things amongst which is thrown the smallest sentences about how he wishes for me to be with him or for him to be with me. A future king cannot possibly be asking a human about muffins at 3am the eve of a world changing event, right?

The angry rumbling in his chest every time the demons and angels get too cosy with me?

Every time we found ourselves alone his voice carried the weight of a suffocated man in desperation of someone to set his lungs free. The urgency in his voice and the half calls for affection were real. I want them to be real.

Silly silly human. It's rather amusing, isn't it? For every time I tried to initiate even the most innocent flirtations or slightly intimate exchanges, he would deflect or evade. It's almost comical. And if not him, Barbatos or Lucifer would intervene... those sly serpents. Perhaps Barbatos sensed the impending embarrassment through his powers and chose to spare me the humiliation? AAAAHHHHH... This is so mortifying.

Whyyyyy? Why are you doing this to me Diavolo? Does it amuse you to toy with me this way? Spare me the pain and caste me away. For I cannot oblige myself to restrain from you. Be the bigger person, the adult in the room, the king in the kingdom and set me free.

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Tears streamed down her face as she pondered all of this.

Lying on her bed in the dark at the house of lamentation, she was holding her phone above her face.

On the screen, a text conversation was visible, with the name of the correspondent adorned with a yellow heart: "Eyes of honey💛"

The text read:

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Eyes of honey💛: "Your fireworks display tonight was truly spectacular. I had no idea your magical prowess had grown so strong."

MC: "Haha... Thank you. The sky was indeed breathtaking."

Eyes of honey💛: "I am sure it was, but the true beauty was seeing it reflected in your eyes."

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In the chat box, she had typed "I love you" for the first time, acknowledging it as love rather than mere affection. It was the first time she had ever written those words, the first time, despite the consequences of it all, she had seriously considered putting an end to both their agony.

To be sent? To be deleted? Who knows?

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hazyaltcare · 2 years

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Can I have some positivity for a Doppio kin (JJBA) who’s in a relationship with his boss (Diavolo) and loves him a lot, but sometimes struggles with getting work done because of depression, anxiety, and fatigue? I've been doing better lately and he’s understanding since we know each other well, but I still feel bad when I can’t do much for him. 💔

Heyo Doppio!!

You and your relationship is so valid! Im sure Diavolo deeply appreciates everything you do. If he's anything like what I remember his source self to be, he may just feel his actions in themselves are enough to convey that. Some people forget that a little verbal encouragement can go a long way, but even with this potential factor, you've done amazingly!

Depression, anxiety and fatigue can all make day-to-day life a struggle to get through, let alone any work! Be proud of your accomplishments and take comfort in knowing that you're on the right track.

I'm happy to hear you are doing better and I drink to your future health,

Mod Haze

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anna-the-undertaker · 1 month

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The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

I have more ideas for Badass MC and have taken a lot of inspiration from Supernatural. This is slightly different, though, and focused specifically on a female MC. I might give this OC a name. If you have ideas for one let me know:

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After Lilith was reborn into human form, as she matured, fragments of her celestial past began to resurface despite Diavolo's attempt to erase her memory. Memories of her time as an angel gradually returned, though the specifics of her rebirth remained elusive.

Over time, through relentless practice, she managed to rekindle some of her angelic powers, particularly her skill in summoning celestial weapons at will. Silently honing her abilities, she painstakingly learned to wield these gifts without endangering herself or others in her newfound human existence. With each passing day, her muscle memory gradually reawakened until she attained a semblance of mastery, adapting to the limitations of her mortal form.

As she reached adulthood, Lilith assumed the mantle of humanity's protector, driven by an enduring love for the beings she cherished. Vigilant against both angelic and demonic threats, she passed down her skills to her daughters, then their daughters, and their daughters, creating a lineage of guardians spanning generations.

However, as time marched on, the noble cause she championed began to fray at the edges, tainted by the relentless march of human ambition and pride. Dogma hardened into unyielding doctrine, and corruption seeped into the fabric of her legacy. And the power passed down waned, sealed away through the mixing of bloodlines.

Centuries after Lilith's passing, MC emerged into a world practically devoid of celestial or demonic presence. One of the lucky few over generations to have been born with the power to use weapon summoning. Armed with the techniques of her forebears, she displayed remarkable prowess and dedication from a tender age, assuming the mantle of hunter at a mere sixteen. Dispatching angels and demons alike, she began to question the righteousness of her cause. Why were these beings targeted? Had they truly committed wrongdoing, or were they merely puppets of human whims?

Years later, one fateful encounter with a young demon challenged MC's convictions. Confronted by the genuine fear and innocence in the demon's eyes, she hesitated, recognizing the injustice of her actions. Letting mercy guide her, she allowed the demon to escape, defying the expectations of her kin. But this act of compassion came at a cost — her status was revoked, and she was shunned from her family's legacy, her very existence erased from their annals.

In the present day, MC finds herself summoned to the Devildom, expecting retribution for her past deeds. To her surprise, the demons are oblivious to her lineage and history, and she resolves to keep it that way, having left her former life behind.

Despite her best efforts to suppress her instincts, a confrontation during the TSL quiz exposes her true nature. In a split-second decision, she defends herself against an enraged Levi, revealing herself to the stunned onlookers with a display of angelic weaponry. Though she spares him harm, the revelation leaves all present dumbfounded, questioning the depths of her secrets.

The dreaded day had arrived, and MC found herself standing in the council room facing Leviathan, whose smug expression grated on her nerves. She silently hoped to navigate through this ordeal swiftly, reluctant to escalate tensions with her new found companions. However, deep down, she knew that a confrontation was inevitable.

"Alright, everyone! Finally, the wait is over! It's time for Devil's Trivia Showdown, the quiz show that pits demon against human!" Asmo's melodious voice rang out.

MC couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the irony of his statement.

As Asmo continued his introduction, MC observed Leviathan's prideful demeanor, sensing his unwavering confidence in victory. She felt a twinge of guilt for what she was about to do, but she couldn't let his overconfidence go unchallenged.

"I am the G.O.A.T. None can oppose me!" Leviathan boasted.

"And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge watching the DVDs! Say hello to MC!" Asmo declared.

With a polite wave and a small smile, MC acknowledged the introduction, mentally preparing herself for the impending quiz.

Leviathan's bluster and threats didn't intimidate her, and with each correct answer she provided, she could sense his frustration mounting, exacerbated by Satan's commentary.

When the moment came to reveal her trump card, Leviathan erupted into a rage, vehemently denying her assertion with a torrent of protests. Yelling that the Lord of Masks wouldn't do such a thing to the Lord of Shadow.

"Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don't think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!" he bellowed.

Interrupting his tirade, Diavolo interjected with a calm, observant tone, "Hmm. Actually, MC doesn't appear to be lying as far as I can see."

"Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether someone is telling the truth." Satan added.

Leviathan's protestations faltered, disbelief etched on his features as he struggled to reconcile his convictions with the truth before him.

"But...no...! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and the Lord of Shadow are totally going to make up... What you said CAN'T happen! It...it just CAN'T!"

Leviathan's transformation was swift. With a surge of dark energy, his form contorted and shifted, the air crackling with unsuppressed power. In an instant, his slender frame elongated and his features sharpened, his skin taking on a sheen of iridescent scales. Horns sprouted from his forehead, curving gracefully as his eyes blazed with a molten hue, reminiscent of lava that boiled the deepest reaches of the ocean. His serpentine tail thrashed and lashed out with erratic intensity, mirroring the agitated movements of a threatened serpent.

Leviathan lunged towards her, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Despite the urgent warnings from Mammon to flee, MC's instincts held her firmly in place. With desperation coursing through her veins, she summoned her magic, a claymore materializing in her grasp while armor enveloped her body in a protective embrace.

Shifting her stance just in time, she deftly dodged to her left, using the flat side of the blade to intercept Leviathan's attack and push him away. The vibrations of his scales against the blade sent a shiver down her spine, and she silently prayed that she hadn't inflicted any harm, though deep down, she doubted her abilities to cause him significant injury.

As the claymore vanished, replaced by a shield and spear, MC turned toward her opponent and could feel the weight of everyone's gaze upon her. Her heart hammered in her chest, knowing that her true nature had been laid bare, and that she faced imminent danger.

Leviathan rose from where he had fallen, his rage palpable in the air. MC knew that her initial success had been a result of surprise, and she doubted her chances of repeating it.

"Please, don't force my hand," she pleaded. "I don't want this, but I'll defend myself if I must, even if I know the odds are against me."

The chamber fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the ominous hiss of Leviathan's discontent. Before the tension could escalate further, Diavolo's commanding voice sliced through the air like a scythe.

"Stand down, Leviathan," he ordered, his authority brooking no dissent.

Leviathan's protests withered in the face of the Demon Lord's command, and all eyes turned to Diavolo as he addressed MC with measured scrutiny.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she obeyed, steeling herself for what was to come.

"So, you are a hunter," Diavolo stated matter-of-factly.

"I… yes, but no longer. I left that path behind years ago," she confessed, her words weighted with remorse and resignation.

It felt as though she stood on trial, offering her final confession before an inevitable reckoning.

"Were you ever going to tell us?" Mammon's voice cut through the tension, his hurt palpable.

MC sighed heavily, her gaze shifting between the assembled figures. "No. I wanted nothing more to do with it."

"Why?" Diavolo's question hung heavy in the air, demanding honesty.

"Because our purpose had been twisted from protecting humanity's free will to become senseless slaughter," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "I won't deny that I took pride in it in the beginning. The ego boost from besting entities who were supposed to be far more powerful than I was intoxicating. It wasn't until my hands were stained with the blood of many angels and demons that I realized what it was I was truly doing."

As she allowed her weapons and armor to dissipate, MC's gaze fell to the floor, heavy with the weight of the lives lost by her hand. Faces of beings flashed before her eyes — some had fought fiercely, others had surrendered, while some had never even seen her coming.

"The more I came into contact with them, the less I could see them as mere creatures to be culled for humanity's protection," she confessed. "They were people, with wants and fears, individuals who had been born into their roles without choice. They had no control over which realm they were born into. They had feelings, desires, just like I did. And most had been summoned to the human realm against their will, called forth by humans seeking blessings or curses. From then on, I let mercy guide me."

"For that," she continued, her voice growing faint, "my sisters in arms cast me out, wiping my name from our history."

Mammon's features twisted with a mixture of hurt and disbelief as MC's confession unfolded before them. His eyes, wide with shock, darted between her and the others in the chamber, struggling to reconcile the image of his friend being a hunter. A pang of betrayal pierced his heart, as if the ground beneath their bond had shifted. Yet, beneath the hurt, there lingered a glimmer of understanding, a recognition that there was more to MC's story than met the eye. Despite the tumult of emotions swirling within him, Mammon's gaze remained locked on MC, silently conveying his unwavering support and the hope that their bond would endure.

Lucifer's stoic facade remained unyielding, though a flicker of suspicion danced in his steely gaze. His keen mind worked overtime, dissecting her words for any hint of deception or ulterior motive. The revelation only served to validate his lingering doubts about MC, solidifying his belief that her presence among them was fraught with hidden agendas. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a subtle indication of the wariness that had plagued him since their first encounter. He made a mental note to keep a closer eye on her, his resolve to protect his brothers from any potential threat only strengthened by her confession.

Beel's expression softened with empathy. Though surprised, he regarded her with a gentle understanding, his eyes reflecting a depth of compassion that surpassed judgment. Despite the weight of her past actions, Beel recognized the sincerity in MC's words, sensing the turmoil she must have endured.

Asmo's demeanor shifted subtly, his usual indifference replaced by a flicker of curiosity fueled by self-interest. While initially uninterested in her presence, the revelation of her past as a hunter ignited a spark that had previously been absent. His gaze lingered on her, though his scrutiny was not born out of empathy or concern, but rather a selfish desire to satisfy his own curiosity. The prospect of unraveling the mysteries surrounding her magic holding a tantalizing allure.

Leviathan's eyes widened in shock, his jealous outburst forgotten. Their past dealings flickered through his mind, casting a shadow of doubt over his perception of her. While he had once viewed her as nothing more than a means to an end, her sudden revelation threatened to upend his carefully constructed worldview. His paranoia, a constant companion, whispered doubts in his ear, urging him to distance himself. The notion of forging a pact with MC, despite their agreement, now seemed fraught with uncertainty.

Satan's eyes gleamed at the promise of uncharted knowledge, his mind ablaze with a myriad of questions, each craving to unravel the enigma of her past and the intricate motivations of her order.

"How is it that your 'sisters' managed to elude discovery for so long?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. "Centuries of clandestine hunts on both celestial and infernal fronts surely would have left a mark. When did this begin? And who was its progenitor?"

MC hesitated, her uncertainty stemming from the lingering remnants of spells that had once bound her to silence.

"Our origins trace back to a single woman, though her identity remains unknown to me," she revealed. "Details of her existence were obscured, relegated to forbidden archives. What I do know is that each of us is a descendant of hers, inheriting not only her lineage but also her magic. I am the first in three generations to manifest this magic, however. The dilution of our bloodline has dimmed the genes potency."

A mix of astonishment and relief bloomed in her chest, a surge of liberation coursing through her veins. She had shattered the shackles of secrecy that bound her, reclaiming her voice after years of silent submission.

Undeterred, MC forged ahead, her loyalty to her sisters eroded by the passage of time. "As for our concealment, with each entity vanquished, we acquired new arcane arts, using them to cloak our existence and our elders used them to enforced our silence. Moreover, our armor veils our very souls, rendering us indistinguishable to both demon and angel when not in the field."

Diavolo cut in, prompting MC to look at him.

"Why reveal this now?" he pressed.

"Because I dedicated countless hours to unraveling the bindings that once tethered me," she declared, her tone resolute. "I refused to remain ensnared by chains that held no sway over me any longer."

Satan's contemplative gaze bore into MC before posing his next question, "How is that a meer human like yourself, magic aside, has been able to overpower angels and demons?"

"As I'm sure you know," she began, "angels and demons are inherently weakened when traversing the human realm. Some magics draw upon the energy of their respective realms, and when removed from that source, they become vulnerable to manipulation and restraint. This vulnerability applies primarily to lesser demons and angels. However, it's important to note that our tactics would prove practically useless against beings such as yourselves or the Archangels. Hence, why you have never been targeted."

Barbatos maintained his serene composure. He regarded her with a knowing gaze. His powers had afforded him a unique perspective. Though he had been privy to MC's past as a hunter, only sharing his discovery with the demon lord, Barbatos had seen no cause for concern. In his eyes, her journey had been one of growth and redemption, and he quietly observed her honesty in this moment with quiet approval.

Diavolo's cheerful demeanor returned. Barbatos' subtle encouragement had indeed led him to ponder the implications of MC's past. Yet, rather than rushing to judgment, he had chosen to reserve his conclusions until after getting to know her better and her honesty in this solidified his trust in her. In his eyes, compassion and understanding were the cornerstones of effective leadership, and he applied this principle not only to his fellow demons but also to humanity.

Diavolo's laughter filled the room, resonating with a warmth that belied the gravity of the moment. "Thank you for your honesty. It's clear to me that you've been truthful. I'm delighted to say that you truly were the perfect candidate for the exchange program."

Gasps of astonishment reverberated from the others, even Lucifer's usually composed facade cracked with surprise, while MC stood in disbelief, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.

"You knew?" she stated, shock written across her face.

"Of course," Diavolo replied with an unwavering smile. "We took great care in selecting participants for this program, ensuring the safety and integrity of all involved. I must say, I'm impressed by your ability to keep it hidden for so long, and equally surprised that others hadn't noticed your familiarity with certain subjects."

"But why keep it a secret?" MC questioned, her confusion evident. "Wouldn't it have been simpler to address it from the outset?"

"While it may have been easier, it wouldn't have fostered growth or understanding," Barbatos interjected, prompted by his lord to offer insight. "Your past is best shared by you, the one who lived it. Each person's perspective shapes their understanding, and by witnessing your emotions and reactions, we've all gained a deeper understanding of this aspect of humanity allowing us to cultivate better relations in the future."

MC stood in stunned silence, her emotions swirling in a chaotic whirlwind of relief, confusion, and disbelief. She struggled to find the right words to express the myriad of feelings coursing through her, her mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

"I honestly expected you to throw me into a pit of fire after killing some of your people," she finally managed to voice.

Diavolo's laughter filled the room once more, echoing with a warmth that washed over her like a comforting embrace. "While the loss of my people is indeed a tragedy, it's important to remember that those of us gathered here have all taken lives in the past," he remarked, his tone gentle yet resolute. "It would be hypocritical for any of us to pass judgment on you. Besides, I have full confidence that you no longer harbor any intention of causing harm to anyone."

As the weight of Diavolo's words settled over the room, a sense of peace descended upon MC. She felt a burden she had carried for so long begin to lift from her shoulders.

With a grateful nod, MC found her voice once more. "Thank you," she said. "For seeing beyond this and giving me the chance to prove myself.

Diavolo's smile widened, and with a final glance around the room, MC let out a deep breath. She was ready to embrace this change and embark on the next chapter with courage and resilience.

This got weird toward the end because I'm tired and have only slept 6 hours in the last 24. I may or may not do one more chapter that includes relationship changes with the brothers and the introduction of Simeon, Luke, Solomon, and of course Belphie and their reactions to her past. It really depends on how im feeling, and if I still have the urge to write. this whole thing probably sucks if im being honest.

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