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m1dn1ght-hag · 2 years

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hey!! can I request the brothers reactions if mc is usually not self-confident but one day is trying on something and says something like “i look so cute” or “I love the way I look” ? just rlly wholesome and positive lol, remember to hydrate and eat something!! <33

☽ starring | Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon x gn reader

☽ pronouns used | they/them

☽ genre | fluff

☽ summary | usual self conscious mc feels confident in the way they look

☽ CW | none

☽ note | Yehahahaha we love wholesome positivity 😩💪 also thank you for the reminder, i havent drank water in like an hour, i’ve been playing skyrim— totally not an excuse for my poor memory 👯‍♀️

☽ — Lucifer

"I," Mc turned around in the mirror admiring the way the outfit they wore fit their body perfectly, a broad smile making it's way onto their face, "I love the way I look."

They teared up, feeling a little emotional over finally feeling happy with how they look. Cupping a hand over their mouth to hide their wide grin, and the sob that threatened to leave their throat.

Without further hesitation Mc dashed out of their room and towards Lucifer's office, wanting to show him their outfit, hoping he'd enjoy it just as much as they are.

"Lucifer!" They called as they joyously burst through his door and ran down the stairs into his office, "Lucifer, look!"

The exhausted demon jumped at the sudden noise, coming back to his senses after completely immersing himself in his work for the past few hours or so. He blinked a few times, regaining his compose before meeting Mc's eyes.

"What is it, my dear?" He asked coolly, giving them a tired smile.

"Look at how nice my outfit looks!" They did a 360 to show off the full outfit, "I love it!"

Lucifer's eyes scanned their body and a blush slowly crept along his cheeks. "The outfit was indeed nice," he thought, taking in how happy they seemed to be before he spoke, "it suits you perfectly, dearest."

"Thank you," Mc beamed.

Lucifer rolled his shoulder, popping the stiff joints from hours of not moving. “Perhaps I should take a break and treat you to a nice dinner, hmm?"

☽ — Mammon

"Mams! Mams!" Mc called before bursting through the Mammon's door, startling him.

The demon jumped and fell out of his bed, yelping when his butt hit the floor. "Woah, human! What's the big idea?"

"Look!" Mc motioned to their outfit gleefully, waiting to see Mammon's reaction, "look at how nice my outfit looks!"

The demons eyes scanned over their outfit before his face lit aflame, a deep blush crawling up along his cheeks and ears. He turned away, trying to hide his blush. "It-" he chokes, "-it looks nice, I guess." he mumbled the last bit into the back of his hand, but it was clear to the both of them that the outfit had been more than just "nice."

"I'm so happy with how I look right now, I think I might just cry."

Mammon coughed into the back of his hand, "you always look nice..." his mind went blank for a moment before he realized what he said, as his eyes widened and he snapped his head towards Mc, "Ah! I mean, uh-!!"

"Aw, thank you Mammon," they laughed, feeling overjoyed at the moment, " I just really feel, I dunno, like... Confident in this outfit."

"Well, ya' should 'cause it looks nice!" Mammon placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest all while averting his gaze, "and you better have heard it the first time, 'cause the Great Mammon ain't repeating himself!"

☽ — Levi

"Leviiiiiii," Mc draws his name out as they open the demon's door.

Levi jumped, alarmed by the sudden call of his name. He glanced over at Mc and his eyes immediately fell to their new outfit and he flushed.

"Ah, ah! M...Mc! What, uh, what do you... you want?" His question came out garbled and shaky as he hid his face behind his arm.

"I feel so hot!" They spun to show Levi the entire outfit, "What do you think?"

Levi swallowed thickly, nervously pulling at the collar of his coat, eyes darting back to Mc's form. "It's... It's very, uh, nice! No, that's not good enough... Uh, uh! It suits you v,,,very well!"

"Thank you Levi," they beamed, "I'm really happy with how it turned out, and I'm glad you seem to like it too!"

“Ye…Yeah!” Levi wet his lips, “uhhhh, sorry i can’t say more, you just uhh, look really great um.” He quickly hid his face in his hands, trying to hide the bright red blush on his face, “Wait! F-Forget I said anything!”

“Aw, Levi! That’s so sweet, your effort is enough, thank you,” They placed a kiss against the back of his hand covering his face, earning a high pitched squeak from the demon.

☽ — Satan

"Satan!" Mc called, turning into the library, finally spotting the man they were looking for, "oh, there you are!"

Satan lifted his eyes from the page he was reading, a pleasant smile setting on his face after seeing who interrupted him, "Ah, hello dear, whats got you so excited, hmm?"

Mc motioned to their outfit, "I feel so confident in this outfit, look at how nice it looks!"

Satan's eyes dropped to their outfit, noticing how well it complimented their features and how happy it made them. He returns his eyes to their gaze and closes his book before standing to approach them.

"That outfit truly does fit you, dear, you look simply enticing right now," he wraps his arms around their waist, kissing their cheek.

Mc laughed and returned Satan's embrace, "thank you, Satan, I'm glad you like it too."

"I'm glad you found an outfit you're happy with, your happiness truly makes the outfit so much more complete." The demon lifts a hand to caress Mc's cheek, "perhaps you'll let me spoil you for a little while and treat you to dinner?"

☽ — Asmo

"Hey, Asmooo," Mc drawled out, peeking into Asmo's room to see him sitting at his vanity applying make-up.

"Oh!" Asmo smiled at them through the mirror, "hello, my dear, what do you need?" He set his blush down, turning to face them fully.

They stepped into his room, barely containing their excitement as they motioned to their outfit, "look! I took some of your tips and I'm so happy with how it turned out!"

"Oh my! Dear, you look wonderful!" Asmo exclaimed with practical heart eyes.

He jumped up from his vanity running over to Mc to encase them in a hug, holding them tightly, "you look perfect, we have to take a picture!"

He quickly pulls out his phone, angling it to the two of them, both with wide grins on their faces.

“We look so good together!“ He presses a kiss to Mc’s cheek, “oohhh, I have an idea, how about we go shopping and buy you more like this?”

“You don’t have too, you’ve already helped me enough.”

“Nonsense!” Asmo exclaimed, “I always enjoy helping you! Now, let me finish my make-up and the we’re going out!”

☽ — Beel

Mc peeked their head into the kitchen, grinning when they spotted just who they were looking for —

“Beel!”

They ran over to him, startling him from what he was previously doing. He turned to look at Mc and gave them a warm smile.

“Hi, Mc,” he set his burger down, wiping his hands on a napkin.

“Beel, look,” Mc pointed to their outfit, drawing Beel’s attention to where they were pointing.

A soft blush rose along his cheeks as he smiled, “it looks good Mc, it fits you very well.”

“Thank you, Beel,” Mc laughed, “I’m so happy it turned out nice, to be honest I was expecting it to look bad.”

“But you always look nice,” Beel answered truthfully, “I love the way you dress.”

Beel embraced Mc, holding them close to him, “we should go out, there’s this really good restaurant I hard others talking about at RAD that I think you’d enjoy.”

“That’d be wonderful, Beel,” Mc retrurned his hug, squeezing him, “but you’re paying, my credit card’s still crying from the last time we went out to eat.”

“Ah, sorry…”

☽ — Belphie

“Belphie,” Mc prodded at the demon’s cheek, “Belphie wake up.”

Belphegor grumbled and smacked their hand away, pulling the blanket up over his head, “not now, I’m sleeping, go away.”

Mc rolled their eyes, still not letting up on poking his cheek, “but Bephieeee….” They dragged on overdramatically, “I have something to show youuuuu.”

The demon groans in response and pushes the blanket away from his face before cracking an eye open, “what could be so important that you insist on waking me?”

Stepping away from the bed, earning a questionable eyebrow quirk from belphie, they motioned to their outfit, grinning in excitement. “Look! I feel so cool right now!”

With a yawn Belphie pushed himself up and did a one over of their outfit, “mmmm, it looks great.”

“I know, right?” they approached the bed, “I feel so confident right now, I actually really love this outfit.”

“‘M’glad,” he said, “now you have to take a nap with me as punishment for waking me up.”

“Wait-!”

Their complaint was cut short as Belphie grabbed their arm and yanked them down into the bed with him, nuzzling his face into the crook of their neck. He let out a content sigh and fell back asleep almost right away, much to Mc’s dismay.

“Belphie! At least let me change out of my outfit first!”

☽ — Diavolo

“Hey, Dia?” Mc knocked on Diavolo’s office door, before stepping inside, “do you have a moment?”

Diavolo raised his gaze from his paper work and a pleasant smile made its way onto his face, “Mc! Of course, what do you need?”

Gesturing to their outfit they replied, “I wanted to show you the new outfit I got when we went shopping! I feel so pretty/handsome in it!”

He took his reading glasses off and placed them on a stack of paper before taking in their form, feeling the excitement emitting from them.

“It looks great! I’m glad you enjoy it, it fits you perfectly.”

“Thank you,” Mc approached Diavolo’s desk, “maybe I should let you pick out my outfits all the time, you have pretty good taste.”

Dia laughs, “maybe,” taking Mc’s hand in his and kissing the back, he muses, “maybe, I should take you to dinner tonight. I have time to spare and it’d be a shame to let such a wonderful outfit go to waste.”

“Oh, Dia, you don’t have to.” they replied bashfully, a darkened tint rising across their face, “I couldn’t ask that much of you.”

“Oh, but I must! What kind if boyfriend would I be if I didn’t treat my partner like royalty?” Mc pulled their hand from Dia’s grace and covered their face.

“Stoopppp!” But they both knew Mc’s complaint was to be held with a grain of salt.

☽ — Barbatos

“Hey, Barbatosssss!” Mc called running towards the demon who’d been working in the kitchen.

Lifting his gaze from the floor, Barbatos grinned upon seeing who’d interrupted his duty. “Ah, greetings Mc. What do I owe you this visit?”

“I wanted to show you my outfit! Asmo helped pick it out.”

Barbatos’ gaze fell from their face, taking in their outfit and how good they looked in it. “Asmo certainly does have good taste, you look astonishing, beloved.”

“You and your big, flattering words,” they playfully roll their eyes, approaching their boyfriend. Without another word they opened their arms, earning a soft laugh from Barbatos, who gave into their demands and hugged them.

“They are working though, are they not?”

Barbatos laughed as Mc playfully pinched his cheek, “you sneaky jerk, of course, although I do genuinely feel happy with this outfit.”

“As you should, dearest, it suits you wonderfully,” he places a kiss on Mc’s cheek.

“Thank you, my love,” Mc sighed contentedly.

☽ — Simeon

A soft knock rang through the room, alerting Simeon to the presence standing in his door. Snapping from his concentration his gaze travels from the computer screen to the doorway, seeing his partner standing there, looking positively magnificent.

“Hello, my angel,” Simeon coos, “what’s the special occasion? Did I miss a date?”

“Oh, no!” Mc quickly reassured, crossing the room to stand beside his chair, “I just felt like dressing up, I’m actually really happy with the outcome.”

“Oh, thank father I didn’t forget a special date,” Simeon let out a sigh of relief, earning a soft laugh from Mc. He wrapped his arms around their waist and smiled up at them, “well, no matter, you still look amazing, my dear.”

“Thank you, Simeon.” Mc returned his smile, wrapping their arms around the back of his neck before leaning down to place a kiss against his lips. “Wanna take a break and go on a walk with me? Or maybe just enjoy some tea? Whatever you feel up to.”

“I wouldn’t mind both,” he compromised, running his hands along Mc’s back, “I could use a long break anyways, I don’t think I’ve taken a proper break in a bit.”

“Simeon!” They reprimanded, “we talked about this!”

“Aha… I know, I know, I’m sorry, angel.”

☽ — Solomon

“Hey, stinky!” Mc snorted, inviting themselves into Solomon’s room.

“What, smelly?” Solomon lifted his head from his desk, snorting at the nicknames.

“I wanted to show you my outfit, Asmo helped pick it out, not Satan so don’t worry.” Solomon laughed at Mc’s jab towards Satan before turning his attention to their outfit.

“Well, it certainly looks nice,” he starts, “however…”

“Don’t! I know where you’re going you snarky bastard,” they lightly smacked the back of his hand.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” He laughs, “for real though, it does look really nice. Asmo has a good eye for what you look nice in.”

“I know, right? I actually feel really confident in this outfit.”

“You should, ‘cause you look good.” He winked, “hot, even.”

“Stop, I will literally eat you.”

“Kinky.”

“I’m gone, I’m leaving. Bye.” Mc turned to leave playfully.

“Nooo,” Solomon grabbed them, pulling them towards him, “now you can’t leave, I’m holding you.”

“Man you actually stink, let me goooo.”

“Rude!”

☽ final note | I hope you don't mind but I added the side character too teehee <3

also im sorry if anyones ooc its 7 am, i have not slept, and i lowkey forgot how eveyone acts cause im tored okay gn

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ewesless · 4 months

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I have the flu. I Crave Death (Thirteen) So it is time to post my fav Thirteen cards!

Double Hide and Seek

The outfit I would sell a kidney to see again 😫 She may be a punk rocker, but she wears Goth so beautifully! The thigh high lace ups fuel my fire and nourish my soul. This artist without compare draws the most beautiful Thirteen 🤌

Diavolo's Diner Dash

THE BOOB WINDOW!! I did not have optimism about fanservice even though Thirteen was specifically included to appeal to the audience who want to date women! She is the most flirtatious and only newbie who actually like likes MC and wants to spend time with us. NB fed us well and you can view any of her interactions as platonic, but in my opinion they are unambiguously her asking us out on dates and even though she's a harsh woman, a bit of a drama queen with a short fuse she is kind, protective and cares about supporting us. Characters who are mean or "mean" to everyone except one special person are my thing. She also equipped us with an item that could oneshot Lucifer. Why else would the guys get huffy and jealous if they didn't feel like she was a threat? 😂 I'm disappointed we couldn't return to the scene at a proper time and promise her our soul the way that MC can make promises with other characters. :/

Matching Costumes

MY FAVE OF FAVS!! The cutest of all! I pretend the men don't exist and that she is holding her skirt up and flashing her thighs like a showgirl. You literally cannot stop me.

Western Showdown (Not my pic, I don't have the access to my side account anymore 😭😭😭)

THE CORSET. THE CORSET. The worst plotline with Thirteen. MC behaves jealously and Thirteen serves as an "antagonist/rival." WHY. WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HAVE FUN WITH HER NOT BE PETTY AND JEALOUS. I can't think of any other card where MC could be 💩y to a character and behave possessively over their preferred partner. I like him, but I would have thrown Diavolo under the bus so fast if it meant I could choose Thirteen. The cute artwork and Yeehaw!Thirteen save it for me though hehehe.

Thirteen Thoughts

I think they messed up the opportunity to give Thirteen a navel ring. She has her midriff exposed and with her style, piercings and tattoos it makes NO SENSE for her not to have a belly button ring. I headcanon she does and has other body piercings.

I hope we get Candy next season. I have so many unanswered questions about Thirteen and her sister. It feels like they just scratched Lilith off the list, but I thank them with all my heart for fleshing her out more and giving her a non-passive personality. That she wasn't just attached to a brother the whole time or her human lover and that she had a bold, outspoken personality which is what I treasure about Thirteen too. Thirteen is allowed to be dumb, make mistakes, be rowdy and rude just like the male characters are which I ALSO treasure! I believe that too often women are othered as "too good to do any of that so let's leave them out of the fun". Thirteen and Mammon and Thirteen and Barbatos have some of my favorite interactions, she is far from boring and that she includes us and thinks highly of us despite being such a standoffish loner who prefers solitude...man she is TSUNDERE.

Her history and the Reaper Realm are overdue especially since she's not just an active member of the cast, but one who seeks MC out. She crosses paths with us way too often and "coincidentally" to be anything but intentional since Reaper Realm is described as far from the Devildom. A rant about Michael and Raphael is for another day though. 😒

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me thirteen #obey me 13

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ieatkeyboard · 3 days

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MAMMON CHARACTER DESIGN JUDGING

@ewesless ANOTHER ONE. I love this man, have since I started playing Obey me, have a crop top dedicated to him. But some of his outfits are uh..Questionable. PLEASE REMEMBER EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO THEIR OWN OPINION AND I'M NOT HATING ON THE CREATOR, THESE ARE JUST THINGS I DONT LIKE.

He's hot but can we be serious for a sec? That's the only reason this outfit is good. It's the man wearing it. I dont fw the stripe and the black on the jacket? I have no idea what the accessory on his belt is supposed to be? "It's feathers!" ...yeah but for why. I know his animal is a crow but what the fuuuuck? The jeans are so tight bro- And I have no idea if that's fluff on his shoes or weird flaps. I feel like he's supposed to look casual but also have some pizzazz? So let's try and have that in mind?

LETS DO THIS SHIT

I SUCK AT DRAWING THE FOLDS IN CLOTHES OKAY- I KNOW. I made his jacket darker but it was kinda hard to get rid of the black without it looking black so she's here to stay 😔 Gave him a little chain and made his shirt darker, I took away his dangly feather thing but gave him more chains because it looked empty. Made his pants bigger and a little darker and took the folds out of his shoes.

I'm sorry- ABSOLUTE CLOWN SHOES. I'M SORRY. I HAD TO SAY IT. The print on his pants is meh- I like the straps though! I've gotten to a point where I'm absolutely beefing with every triangle I see in these designs. Like it's killing me actively. The jacket looks comfy, this man loves his straps for sure- I hate how they're only on one sleeve though.

I made his shoes a bit smaller, took some of the triangles away, took the straps on his sleeve away. Replaced the blue with purple cause I feel like it's cuter :/ Aaand that's it!

AGAIN I ALREADY LIKE MAMMON'S DEMON FORM SO IM GONNA LEAVE IT

Im thinking thoughts. Mean thoughts.

LETS DO THIS SHIT

I HATED THE VEST. SO I STOLE IT. MADE HIS GLOVES LIGHTER. LEFT HIS HEELS, THEY'RE GORG. 👍

I love Mammon- His outfits arent bad? I'm just a hater

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon

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misc-obeyme · 12 days

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hihi I'm back again, and here to ask who in the cast you think has the skill to do hair/up do's?

I'm 5'9, but my hair is now down to my mid thigh, and like around three feet long ?? I haven't chopped it since 2018, only trimmed it. Yet I only know how to do a simple braid, my hair basically lives in a low ponytail lol (though my mom will still do my hair if I ask her for help, which I'm grateful for)

anyway I got to read vol 2 of the manga and I remembered that the artist drew their interpretation of Lilith. So, it made me wonder if Beel or Belphie would know how to do hair, since they were the closest to her, and if she ever asked them for help?

I think Levi would be able to follow any tutorial, or figure out how to do something by trial and error since he cosplays (I bet he made his ruri-chan wig himself). I'd love to show him a picture of the heroine from whatever anime I'm watching and ask if he could help me recreate their style

Asmo we've seen in the dame cards, he's done some cute hairstyles!! I bet I could go to him if I had a fancy event.

I still think about Mammon's dame card... The chokehold it has on me is wild. We saw him do his own make-up in the art, and I think it was said he made his own outfit. So he's a maybe I could go to him? Or he'd put a lot of effort into learning because he knows it'd make me happy lolol

Barbatos also looks really pretty in the dame card !! I haven't read that devilgram, so idk if he did it himself, but what can't he do? I know in TTWF devilgram he literally makes MC's outfit and it made me SWOON

my last thought is if you can just do stuff with magic instead. Does it drain your energy to keep the style, or is it a one and done kinda spell, and don't gotta worry about it? Could a really powerful sorcerer change their hair color, and never have to worry about it fading? That'd be really cool, since I need to re dye the streaks in my hair. That would save lots of money LOL

okay I'm done 😅 time to wait ten billion years for my hair to dry now and try drawing (aiming for every other day to create something new to get better!!)

- ✨ anon

HOW do you handle having hair that long?!?

I'm 5'7" and I used to have my hair down to my low back. It was during the pandemic when I couldn't exactly go get it cut, so I just let it grow lol. And it grows dang fast, but I don't think I've ever had it past the low back area??? Do you accidentally sit on it sometimes? Or is it usually okay because you have it tied back?

All I know is I was so relieved to chop it all off lol! It's super short now, which is how I like it. It takes me ten minutes to wash and style it. I just don't have the patience to maintain it when it's long. And it's naturally curly, so having it short also means I can just let it curl and not worry about it. Ah but I am pretty envious because I always wanted to be able to have one of those really long, thick braids...

Anyway, getting off topic here, back to the question! I do think magic can be used to alter hair! I think sometimes you can get stuff that's temporary (I do believe there was a daily chat about this where Asmo put some kind of potion or something on Lucifer and Mammon?), but I would be surprised if there wasn't some kind of magic spell to permanently keep your hair whatever color you want. I think it's probably just a one and done situation so you wouldn't have to maintain it. Or at least, they'd want to develop something like that because otherwise it wouldn't be worth it right?

As for the characters, I agree with your assessments! I do think in a general sense, they'd all try their best to do your hair if you needed them to.

But as for who would already be capable without having to learn first, I think Asmo is a top contender. Barb can absolutely do anything and I don't doubt that styling hair is something a good butler should know.

I think Levi is another good option for the same reasons you said! I think he probably does have some skill at wig styling! And due to his ability to do costuming in general, I kinda think he'd be able to do a good job on real hair as well if he wanted to.

I love the idea of Beel and Belphie being good at it because of Lilith. Like I'm imagining they only know some really basic styles that were her favorites, but they're happy to do them for you any time. Maybe they get a little misty eyed while doing it because it reminds them of her so much. Awww...

I actually think Lucifer would do a good job, too, but expect to be sitting around for hours because he's gonna make sure no hair is out of place. Only perfection will suffice.

I think Mammon probably mastered whatever style he needed for his dame outfit, but I do think he would learn for you if you wanted him to.

Satan probably already learned from a book or maybe just from watching Asmo doing his hair. But I could see him wanting to do really elaborate styles or maybe using magic to style your hair.

I think Solomon would also be someone you could try, but he would absolutely use magic. I think if you really wanted him to, he would know how to do simple styles by hand. I could see him being really happy to carefully braid your hair by hand. But he wouldn't be able to resist a little bit of magic, maybe to give it an extra sparkle or a streak of color~ I think he'd develop all kinds of hair styling magic if you wanted him to lol.

Diavolo strikes me as willing but perhaps not the best at this particular thing... he doesn't exactly have experience with his own hair.

And I'm not sure about Simeon. I feel like he's pretty competent (except for technology obviously), so he would probably be able to learn how to do it fairly easily. But I don't know if he'd already have some knowledge. Same with Raphael. Though I love the idea of both of them like... doing the hair of little angels~

Mephisto would know about a bunch of fancy Devildom styles, but would he be able to do them? I think you might end up with your hair braided like a horse's mane instead.

Thirteen would know how to do everything. She's got her own long hair and there's no way that she hasn't experimented with it over the years! I love the idea of her doing your hair and her own hair in the same style so you match.

Anyway, I hope you have been able to get some drawing done! Every other day is an excellent goal! I'm rooting for you!!

#I liked having long hair #but I don't regret chopping it #I go through phases with it lol #but I don't expect I'll grow it out again any time soon #obey me #obey me nightbringer #✨ anon #misc answers

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caspira-writes-fanfiction · 5 days

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Finding Family (Fizz's Found Family)-Chapter 8

Flying (pt. 2)

“You’ve never been to Gluttony before?” Asmodeus was sitting opposite Fizzarolli in the back of his blue limousine, smiling to himself about the way Fizzarolli was looking over each detail of his outfit for the evening as if he didn’t come up with half of the ideas himself. It was almost as if he didn’t believe he was wearing it. Fizzarolli seemed to be determined to catalog each hand sewn bead to memory. It made Asmodeus happy, he’d made the correct decision in ordering a second custom outfit for Fizzarolli. “Enjoying your sparkles?”

Ozzie’s foot nudging against his own was enough to rouse Fizzarolli from his trance. Winning Mammon’s contest a little over a week ago had changed more for him than he imagined it would. When Fizzarolli went to meet with Mammon the day after winning, he was greeted with five new costumes and a whole new set of Mammon branded props! When he returned to the penthouse after his workday that day, he was received with a sparkly invitation to one of Queen Bee-Lzebub’s parties. That’s where they were headed to now, that’s what this new outfit was for.

“There’s so many of them. More than the showgirls costumes used to have.”

Asmodeus chuckled. “It’s Gluttony, you’re supposed to be excessive.” Asmodeus was also dressed up for the occasion. His outfit was like nothing Fizzarolli had ever seen Lust wear before. He remained in his boots, halfway up his legs and drawing the eye even higher. He opted for shorts on the bottom, tight and made of leather, with a jeweled belt buckle in all of Ozzie’s colors. His blazer was also made of leather and underneath he wore a body chain that hung like the most intricate and commanding necklace down his whole chest. Fizzarolli knew the piece of jewelry also hooked around Ozzie’s shoulders under his arms and chained itself halfway down Ozzie’s back.

“This is a new outfit for you, too. I’ve never seen you dress like this in Lust.” It wasn’t a bad thing, though Fizzarolli found himself worrying about how much he was allowed to stare before it became weird. That’s part of the reason why he’d been studying the hand beaded corset (that also worked as a battery pack if he wanted it to) and teal silk shirt with balloon sleeves and intricate embroidered details. Even his pants and ruff had extra details sewn onto them. For the second time in the span of a fortnight Asmodeus had managed to create an outfit for Fizzarolli right out of his dreams.

“It’s Gluttony, you’re supposed to be excessive” Lust repeated. Fizzarolli blushed. He still wasn’t comfortable with excess, Asmodeus noted. He wasn’t so averse to it that he’d refused the outfit, though. He’d gotten quite excited when he saw Ozzie’s sketches. He’d made design tweaks to the outfit himself and he still seemed amazed when the outfit arrived at the penthouse yesterday. Asmodeus was happy he was amazed, though. He deserved to shine tonight, this party was for him after all.

“Before we get there, a few ground rules” Asmodeus continued.

Fizzarolli interrupted. “Oh, there’s rules tonight?”

“You’ve never been to Gluttony before. Do you want to walk into your party unprepared?” Fizzarolli stayed quiet. “You have nothing to worry about, first of all. Bee is going to love you.”

Asmodeus talked about Bee-Lzebub like they were close. Ozzie didn’t talk about his friends often.

“She throws a great party, she knows how to keep the energy high.” sort of like someone else I know, Ozzie thought. “But she talks before she thinks sometimes. Nothing she says is mean spirited. You’ll know if you’ve made her angry.” Asmodeus knew that Fizzarolli could take a punch. He could give one right back and play it off most of the time too. But this was Fizzarolli’s first time out in public with his new stretchy limbs, and his first big public appearance without Mammon attached to him since he won the pageant. He knew Fizzarolli was excited, but he was also worried that someone would say something that would get Fizz’s feelings hurt.

“Don’t piss off the Queen Bee, don’t take offense. Understood. Any other rules?”

“No Beezlejuice” Fizzarolli stuck his tongue out in a teasing pout. He already knew that, he was on too many medications, it wasn’t safe. “I already told her about that, though. She won’t push it on you.”

Fizzarolli wondered how many deadly Sins knew about his personal business. Mammon did, Belphegor did, Asmodeus did, and to some extent Bee’Lzebub now did as well. He was only three away from collecting them all. Pretty impressive for a scrappy little imp from the Greed Ring.

“Her food is good enough, I think I’ll be able to have a good time without the booze.” The two of them nodded. “This isn’t my party though.”

“You’re the excuse for her to throw one.” Asmodeus laughed to himself. “Well, she doesn’t really need an excuse to throw a party. But she saw your show, she was impressed. You’re the guest of honor.”

“Is that why you’re dressed so nicely?” Fizzarolli’s hand reached out and his finger curled around the smooth gold chain.

“Maybe I was jealous, maybe I wanted to sparkle tonight too!” Asmodeus liked the way he could make Fizzarolli blush almost as much as he liked the confidence that this past week has given Fizzarolli. Asmodeus also liked the way Fizzarolli’s knuckle danced across his nipple. That had to be intentional.

“Oh, you wanted to compete with this?” Fizzarolli’s hand slid back to his corset, which was a kaleidoscope of beadwork. Gold shimmered in flecks between magenta and aqua; violet, olive, fuscia, and cerulean collided in fireworks all along Fizzarolli’s body. Fuck glitter, he’d never been shinier.

Both of them had a laugh together before the car slowed to a halt. The guest of honor had arrived.

The skies were yellow like honey, and the honeycomb imagery didn’t fall short on Fizzarolli. He chuckled as he looked up at Queen Bee-Lzebub’s castle after stepping out of the limo.

“Queen Bee” he laughed, looking up at Asmodeus as he got out of the limo as well. “This is her hive.” Asmodeus chuckled and nodded.

“Are you ready?”

The Hive was huge. A towering atrium with hoops and….lava? No. Beezlejuice decorated the outer parameters of the room. The biggest disco ball Fizzarolli had ever seen towered over the center of the atrium, sending glittering flecks along the room as light hit off it. Large swaths of fabric swagged from the ball’s pole outwards to the upper balconies alternating blue and pink. It almost looked like a circus tent. Fizzarolli wondered if it looked like this all the time, or if this really was all for him. The lights went dark shortly after the two walked in. For a moment, Fizzarolli felt like a kid at the circus again. He felt the same excitement forming in his chest that he did the first night he saw a circus show.

“Awoo Awoo!” Atop the disco ball appeared a mane of golden plasmic light. It reminded Fizzarolli of the beautiful horses from his circus, but this was even better. It was lighter, and more colorful than horses were. It was golden, a deep honey with flashes of orange and cyan and watermelon swirling throughout. It was glorious. The lights raised and Fizzarolli could see the rest of Bee-Lzebub standing atop the globe.

“Kings, Queens, and Rotyal In-Between’s are we having a good time to-night?!” Fizzarolli heard the room howl and cheer in response. Fizzarolli decided to howl, it made Asmodeus chuckle. “Good, good. I am your host, the Queen Bee of Gluttony and I’m ready to get fucking wild!”

More cheering. The energy was electric. Fizzarolli was buzzing. He still couldn’t comprehend that he was here, that this was apparently for him.

“But first, I need all you freaky little bastards to give your warmest, loudest, freakiest welcome to our guests of honor. Coming all the way from the Lust Ring…..The King of Kink, The Lord of Lube, the Duke of Dicktown: Lust himself…...King Ozzie!” More cheering. A spotlight flashed onto the two of them. Fizzarolli howled again and clapped for Asmodeus. The two exchanged a glance.

“And our real king tonight…...the comeback kid from Greed. Hell’s favorite tie breaking champion, the King Clown himself...the one...the only…...Fiz-a-Rolli!” Bee was distinct with every syllable as she said Fizzarolli’s name. Confetti burst from everywhere and rained down on the crowd as Bee-Lzebub dove from her position above everyone else and into a hole nearly as narrow as her, into a golden vat of her bub.

She would do well in the circus, Fizzarolli thought.

Queen Bee appeared from another hole in the ground, the golden liquid following her and swirling around the room. Fizzarolli hadn’t even noticed the cheering, he’d been so mesmerized by Bee-Lzebub’s performance. The way that gold seemed to float in the air with her, swirl into a big cloud, and explode into….cotton candy?! Fizz was full belly laughing by the time the Queen had come to greet them.

“Ozzie! Baby!” Bee-Lzebub flew towards the Sin, stopping short to nuzzle Ram and Bull. She was buzzing, flying so that she hovered at Asmodeus’s eye level. “The energy is crazy good tonight. And fuck! What is this tasty little snack?” Bee flew up and around Ozzie, inspecting both him and the clown next to him from every angle.

It could have been inferred that Bee-Lzebub was referring to Fizzarolli as the snack, or the way Asmodeus’s ass fit in his pants. Maybe even the both of them were the treat she was referring to. It wasn’t, though. Bee could taste energy on people and she’d known Lust since the beginning of Hell. She knew what Lust tasted like happy, mad, sad, and everywhere in between. There was a hint of sweetness on him tonight that she hasn’t ever tasted on the Sin. It was faint enough that she knew not to make a fuss out of it, strong enough that she knew she’d made the right decision by naming Fizzarolli the king tonight.

“Bee, babe. You’ve outdone yourself again.”

Bee-Lzebub’s attention turned Fizzarolli a moment later, but not before Fizz had already extended a hand up to her height. She was still buzzing.

“Holy Shit!”

“Fizzarolli. Nice to make your acquaintance, your highness.” Fizzarolli retracted his arm as he extended his legs so that he was nearly eye level with both of the Sins. He stayed a few inches shorter out of respect.

“Holy Shit!” The Queen repeated. She took Fizz’s hand in two of hers and shook it vigorously. “You were not able to do that a week ago! What the fuck have you been up to?”

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus smiled at each other. “You like my dildo arms? They’re new.” Fizzarolli’s tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth.

Asmodeus tried to hold it in, but couldn’t contain his burst of laughter.

This moment was sweet, like honey. Bee-Lzebub smiled, she laughed too. “O-okay! You are a little freak. I like you.”

Fizzarolli didn’t like the word freak in any context, much let alone when applied to him but the burn of being called a freak was softened by being told he was liked. It didn’t feel hollow when she said it. The way she looked excited about his new telescopic abilities almost mirrored Fizz’s own feelings about them.

Bee-Lzebub, still holding Fizzarolli’s hand, pulled back and twirled him around. She howled once more. “King Jester is in the house!” A few more hounds near them howled, but not nearly as many from a moment ago. The party had started. “Come on, you twisty little thing. Let’s see what these dildo arms can do!”

Fizzarolli didn’t have much time to think about it. Queen Bee had his hand and she was flying up. The arms only extended so far. Fizzarolli did as was natural to do in this sort of situation. He took a deep breath and counted to three (quickly).

He crouched, he jumped.

Fizz was flying.

It was like the circus again. The swaths of fabric draped around the ceiling in alternating colors mirrored the tent of the Big Top. Fizzarolli was high in the sky and laughing his ass off. Bee-Lzebub had let go of her grip on him as he flew into the air, Fizzarolli did a flip. Bee caught him as he started falling and did that three more times before putting Fizz on her back and heading straight for a stack of hoops in the middle of the atrium. Both of their eyes narrowed. Bee was laser focused on making it through the middle hoop. Meanwhile, Fizzarolli was concentrating on his timing.

Three, two, one. The clown jumped and landed on top of the top hoop. He bent backwards, wrapped his tail around the hoop, turned himself into a ball, and fell back through the hoop. He managed enough force to swing back up and land on his feet, just barely. He held his arms out in victory but only for a moment before they were grabbed again and Fizz was being carried up to the ceiling. Bee’s top set of arms were holding Fizz’s, she was flying upside down as they ascended. It felt like the trapeze, when he was little. This could have been anyone from his circus family holding him right now. The two of them were laughing as they floated.

When they were high enough, Fizzarolli was being thrown again. This time his objective was clear, he was reaching the pole that the disco ball hung from. Fizz stretched his arms out but purposefully missed. His legs hooked around the pole instead and Fizz spun from the top, all the way down. Just before he reached the bottom, Fizzarolli’s hands caught the pole and Fizz flipped so that he was right side up. He ended up landing on his butt, straddling the pole on top of the disco ball. He couldn’t stop laughing. He hadn’t had this much fun in years.

“Everybody, your king for the night!” Bee’s voice was loud, but the cheering was louder. Fizzarolli felt the energy in the room, it was electric. Had he done that? He could get drunk off of this feeling alone, he was on top of the world right now. The spotlight shining on him lit him up like the mirror ball he was sitting atop of. If ever there was a time for Fizzarolli to shine, it was now.

Fizzarolli ended his performance by standing again, falling backwards, and doing a back flip. It had been a long time since he’d done one of those, but he was feeling confident. Besides, he trusted that his aerial partner wouldn’t let him fall. That would really hurt the energy of the night. Fizzarolli had guessed right. After a third flip mid air he landed on something soft. When he looked up, Bee was laughing at him, he was cradled in her arms. Fizzarolli laughed too and jumped down from a much safer height.

“Well shit, little man. You really do know how to put on a show. You are welcome here any time.”

Fizzarolli beamed with pride.

“Let me get you a drink” Bee-Lzebub was already ushering Fizzarolli over to a lounge area off of the atrium on the first floor.

“Oh, I can’t-” Fizzarolli was cut off by the Queen’s laugh.

“Yeah, I know. Oz already gave me the whole lecture. And hey, I respect it. So if you’re thirsty tonight come to me or Vortex, okay honey?”

Fizzarolli had no idea who Vortex was, but he wasn’t going to argue. His question was answered soon enough when he was walked over the bar where Asmodeus was chatting with a large gray and black hellhound.

“Tex!” Bee flew over to the hound and gave him a quick nuzzle before dropping behind the bar next to him. “You found Ozzie, good! Can we get a fruity little drink in the clown’s hand please?” Bee, a natural hostess turned to Asmodeus and gave him her full attention next. “Have we gotten you a fruity little drink yet?”

“Not yet, we were just-” A large hurricane glass appeared in Ozzie’s hand, orange and red with a little umbrella on top.

“Sex on the Beach, bitch!” She winked at Asmodeus.

Fizzarolli made his way to the bar with enough time to hear that. A moment later, Tex was handing him a drin. It looked pretty similar to Ozzie’s drink, but more his size. He started to question what it was but Bee-Lzebub interrupted him next.

“It’s your night to shine, baby. You need to sparkle inside and out!” The queen rubbed three of her fingers together over his drink and glitter rained down and into the glass. She waited for him to try it, and groaned when Fizz hesitated. “It’s safe, I promise. I just told you about the lecture Ozzie gave me.” Her tone lightened. “Go on. It’s just orange juice and grenadine.”

“And magical glitter” Fizzarolli replied. Bee laughed, it was light and carefree.

“Yeah”

Nobody did anything, so Fizz took a sip of his drink. It was sweet, and Bee was right. It did just taste like orange juice and cherry syrup, but it sparkled. He felt great! When he gave Bee-Lzebub the thumbs up, she took that as a sign to continue with the house tour.

“Sweets and eats are over here. Get your fill, enjoy enjoy. There are no rules here tonight. Oh!” She stopped and turned back to Fizz who was following in tow. “The brownies. They’re safe for you. Actually……..they might help with some of that pain Oz is always complaining about. Loosen you up a little, get elevated.”

Fizzarolli turned behind him when Bee’s attention flew over his head and she gave a pointed “What?!” Asmodeus was giving her a look. “It’s safe! I asked Bell last week. Don’t be lame, Asmodeus.” Bee snapped her fingers and grabbed a bottle of bub out of thin air.

“You’re trying to get me high” Fizzarolli asserted.

“Hey, that’s your choice. I’m simply giving you the option. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya” Bee-Lzebub took a drink. “Anyway, get your party on, baby. Have some treats, have some eats, get your dance on. You’re in good company tonight.” And just like that, Queen Bee-Lzebub was off flitting around the crowd checking in on everybody.

Asmodeus hadn’t been lying when he’d made the joke about Ozzie having Bee’s order over a year ago. The buffet table was organized appetizers and finger foods first, then the meaty stuff at the end. Desserts had their own spread farther down. Chips with at least 12 different types of dips lay on a large lazy susan. Next to it were fruits, mini weenies, shrimps and cocktail sauce, crackers and cheeses, sandwiches, dumplings, and walking tacos. There was also a taco bar, a mountain of chicken wings, pizza, gyros, and burgers. The dessert bar was just as crowded with options.

All of it was delicious. Fizzarolli did his best to sample as much as he could. There were dips with flavors he couldn’t even describe. He hadn’t been wrong when he’d assumed he would be more than happy with the food tonight.

The brownies were fucking delicious.

“They’re safe Ozzie. Belphegor said. You trust Belphegor. I hear you say it all the time.” It was a little over an hour later and Fizzarolli had just finished his second brownie. Bee was right about it loosening things up. He was fuzzy and excited and happily sitting in Asmodeus’s lap, starting in on his sixth chicken leg of the evening.

“Just because it’s not going to interact with your medications doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be supervised.” When Fizzarolli pouted, Asmodeus clarified. “You’re slippy.”

The laugh started deep in Fizzarolli’s chest and erupted in a croak. Asmodeus could only smile at the clown. He was glad Fizz was having a good time.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to babysit me. You’re a guest of honor too. You should be enjoying yourself!”

Asmodeus chuckled. “Who says I’m not?”

The moment was interrupted by another booming voice approaching them. “Little Jester!” Fizzarolli was very confused, but when he turned to the large imp calling out to him, his eyes lit up. “Well, you’re not so little anymore, are you? You’re the clown now.”

“Buttons?” He hadn’t seen Buttons in years. He’d visited Fizzarolli while he was in the hospital recovering. Him and his brother, Patches, had made his first pair of horns. But things had gotten busy, he hadn’t even realized how much he’d missed the man until he was standing right in front of him. How did he even get here?

“You put on quite a show, kid. How does it feel to be living the dream?” Fizzarolli scrambled out of Lust’s lap and extended his leg closer to Buttons. He wrapped the man in a large hug, his arms wrapping twice around them.

“You’re here!”

Buttons laughed. “I’m here, kid. Yeah. Patches too, and Sloppy Joe. Few others.”

“How?” For a second time, the former clown laughed at Fizz’s responses.

“When the Queen comes to your shop and asks to invite as many circus people as possible for tonight, you listen.”

This had to be a dream. Or a drug. The brownies were making him hallucinate. Fizzarolli turned back to Asmodeus. “Is this real?” he mouthed. Fizz turned back to Buttons when the king confirmed that he was, in fact, real.

“Do you want to come back and see them? I know they’re all dying to see you.”

Fizzarolli’s head shook eagerly. He smiled and turned back to Ozzie. “Go have fun! I’m visiting family!”

There were only a handful of his circus family waiting for him on the other side of the atrium, near one of the bars. Most of them were much older than the average demographic here, but they were just as energetic when they heard Fizz jingling towards them. They whooped and hollered for him, a few pulling him into a hug while another blew an air horn for him.

Barb should be here.

Fizzarolli had largely been a child while in the family circus, only in his last handful of years did he get to participate in any of the adult gossip flitting between tents. But Fizzarolli was grown now, and the adults had all been drinking for a few hours already. Fizzarolli happily listened as he got caught up with everybody. Buttons and Patches lived in Gluttony now. They owned a tailoring business. They’d acted surprised when Fizzarolli hadn’t realized his corset was made by them, as if anybody else could be as whimsically opulent. Sloppy Joe, the old cook, also worked in Gluttony. He still cooked. One of the old horse performers, Wendy, moved to Wrath and works on a ranch. She gives horse riding lessons on the side. Ariel, one of the aerialists that worked with Barb was in Pride now. She’d always thought sinners were interesting.

Everyone was interested in Fizz's noodle limbs. Everyone was interested in learning about Fizzarolli being cozied up in Lust’s lap.

Another hour and a half later, everyone was interested in learning how Fizzarolli managed to get Asmodeus out onto the dance floor with him.

The attention and support from his family had given Fizzarolli one hell of a confidence boost.

Many many snacks, sparkly drinks, and dances later everyone’s eyes were on Fizzarolli once more. How he’d managed to convince Bee-Lzebub he didn’t know, but he was warm and tingly and so fucking excited. He’d liked when the eyes were on him, he was feeling good, he wanted a challenge.

“Alright, Jingles. On your signal.”

Fizzarolli nodded at Queen Bee. The lights dimmed again. Bee took Fizz’s hands and for the second time tonight they were flying. They started much like the last time, with Bee throwing Fizz into the air, letting him flip, then catching him. Then, when Fizzarolli was firmly planted atop the mirror ball, Bee clapped and two long silks dropped from the ceiling for him.

Fizzarolli was no aerialist by training, but this past year had made him delusional enough to try. After Asmodeus had managed to convince him to try and work towards acrobatics, Fizzarolli managed to convince Mammon to put silks in the Little Top so he could practice after hours. Or well, so Barb could practice. Fizz had only done this once, but he’d watched Barbie do it a million times. He was stronger now with these new limbs, and he had a metric fuck ton more confidence. Bee promised she wouldn’t let him fall.

The room went quiet and the music changed. Fizzarolli grabbed the silks and like he knew how to do, he worked one around his foot, shimmied up, and began to climb. He wasn’t the most graceful at it, or the most consistent. Barb would probably be laughing at him, but he managed to climb to top of the silks. His tongue stuck out with determination as he remembered how Barb wrapped one silk around his leg, an extra catch for when he fell. He’d confirmed the sequence just minutes ago with Ariel.

One deep breath.

The music swelled, Fizzarolli let go of his grip on the silks, the audience gasped, and Fizzarolli fell. His body stopped, dangling upside down and hanging on by his knees at the height of the disco ball. The crowd erupted with cheering. Fizzarolli was dizzy, but giddy. He looked down below him and saw Asmodeus looking up at him.

“And you said you’d never do aerials” Ozzie chuckled. Fizz’s grin grew three sizes. His arms outstretched down towards the other.

“Catch me!” He called, letting go of the hold on his legs and plummeting down straight into Lust’s arms.

“Are you having fun tonight?” Oz asked once Fizzarolli had opened his eyes again. Fizzarolli didn’t need to respond for Asmodeus to know the answer. That look of wonder had been on Fizz’s face all night and Asmodeus just couldn’t look away.

Fizzarolli thought the plush fabric of the seats in Asmodeus’s car were soft and nice to lay on. He said goodbye to the skies yellow as honey, as sweet as Queen Bee. He liked Bee-Lzebub. She knew how to throw a party, that was the best time he’d had in a long time. Maybe ever. And how she managed to find his circus family? People he’d long since thought had forgot about him…..it was so sweet he could cry. Fizzarolli’s leg extended across the car and hooked around Asmodeus’s. He then retracted his leg, pulling himself right into the Sin’s lap.

He wouldn’t be so bold sober. While they’d definitely grown closer in the ten or so days since winning Mammon’s competition, but they were far away from having anything close to a label. Fizzarolli had spent more than one night in Asmodeus’s bed since then, but not every single night. Tonight though, he was hoping he would get to.

“Hello” Asmodeus looked down at Fizz with amusement.

“Hi.” Fizzarolli looped his hand up and around Asmodeus’s shoulder, catching his other hand and pulling himself into the other’s side but only for a moment. The beautiful and intricate not-a-necklace was keeping Fizz from being able to properly cuddle into the other’s side. His hands started trying to work at one of the clasps he knew was in the back.

“Can we take this off please? It’s beautiful to look at, not comfortable to settle next to.” Fizzarolli’s whole body relaxed just a bit more as he felt a hum reverberate through Ozzie’s chest.

“Oh, I see. You need a cuddle.”

Asmodeus obliged when Fizzarolli nodded, finding himself oddly comfortable with the way Fizzarolli curled up against him and settled against his chest. When Fizz let out a content sigh, Asmodeus felt pride.

“I had a really good night, Oz.” Asmodeus placed his hand against Fizzarolli’s back, to keep him close and safe. Fizzarolli’s hand rested against Ozzie’s chest in agreement.

“I’m glad. I had a feeling you and Bee would get along.”

“She’s soooooooo nice and her food was so good. Fuck, Oz. I could cry. It was beautiful. There was so much to choose from.” Asmodeus rubbed Fizzarolli’s back and let the jingly little demon in his lap ramble on. “And she found Buttons! And Patches! Did you know they made this?” Fizzarolli pulled away from Ozzie’s chest to run his hand down the corset.

Asmodeus chuckled. Fuck, he was cute. “I did know.”

Fizzarolli continued. “They live in Gluttony now, they run a shop. Ozzie I have to go there someday, I bet it’s magnificent. Their tents were always filled with the most glittery things. They were so good at mending. They made me my horns! My very first horns. I still have them, but they’re old. Made out of scraps! And-and Wendy. She has a ranch! Out in Wrath! She saw one of my tour shows, I didn’t even know!” Asmodeus continued to rub Fizz’s back. He was adorable. “And Ariel helped me with the silks.”

“Amazing performance, by the way. You never told me you knew how to do that.”

“I didn’t.” Asmodeus’s expression turned to confusion. “When you convinced me to try the acrobatics, I convinced Mammon to put silks in the little top. After hours, Barbie would practice, she’d show me.”

“But tonight was your first time actually doing it?” Lust was amazed.

Fizzarolli shook his head. “Did it once before….hmpf.” Fizz pouted. “I did it once.” He waited for Asmodeus to say something, but he didn’t. Fizz felt compelled to fill the silence. “I know that’s probably pretty reckless, but Bee promised me she wouldn’t let me fall. But I didn’t need her promise, I didn’t fall.”

“It was a very compelling show.” Asmodeus agreed. It had been more than that. He couldn’t have taken his eyes off of Fizzarolli in that moment if he had wanted to.

“Oh you liked my performance, did you?”

Asmodeus smiled. “I did. Very much so.”

“Do you think the silks draped over your bed would hold me? I could try again tonight” Fizzarolli was now sitting more upright than he had been before. One of his hands was wandering up Asmodeus’s chest, Asmodeus stopped the other one before it could reach past his belt buckle.

“I don’t think the bed is rigged for trapezing. Not tonight.” Though Ozzie would make a note to look into that for the future.

Fizzarolli pouted. “We can still have some fun tonight though, right?” Fizz’s hand brushed against Asmodeus’s cheek. His other hand tried once again to get below the Sin’s belt. The sin smiled down at him and shook his head. He placed his hand over Fizz’s gently.

“Not tonight, Fizzy.”

Fizz’s pout was larger than ever. “But why not?”

“How many brownies did you have tonight?” Fizzarolli’s laugh should have been answer enough.

“Fuck if I know.”

“Exactly.” The silence rang loud and Fizz had to accept it. He sighed and curled back up against Asmodeus.

“Can I still stay in your bed?”

How could Asmodeus say no to a face that cute? He was more than happy to keep Fizzarolli close for the night. “Of course.”

The two of them stay seated in comfortable silence for the remainder of their ride. Oz had assumed that Fizzarolli had fallen asleep by the time they’d arrive back at the palace, he happily carried him. Fizzarolli liked the feeling of being carried.

“Hey Oz?” Fizzarolli asked as they reached the elevator. The Sin blinked in surprise and looked down at the other.

“Yeah, Fizz?”

“Why does everyone think I should wear glitter around you?”

Lust was confused. “Who thinks that?”

“Fucking everybody.” Fizzarolli leaned back in Ozzie’s arms so far that Oz was afraid he’d fall. The sin had to reposition the lanky noodle of a clown in his care.

“Specifically around me?” Fizz nodded. Ozzie paused and thought about it. “I thought you wore glitter because you liked it. You like to jingle, you like to shine.”

Fizzarolli giggled. Fuck, that’s cute.

“Do you like to wear glitter, Fizzarolli?”

Fizzarolli had never really thought about it, he had never really considered the choice. He’d had a fair amount of say with his outfits in the circus, but he’d never been completely in control. He’d never worn much of it either, outside of experimenting with some of the other performers on off days.

“I guess I just want to know if it’s me that gives off glittery energy, or if you’re like, known to have a kink for it and I’m just unaware? It’s just….it’s come up multiple times. And then there was the magic glitter tonight and….am I supposed to be in glitter? Do you like me in glitter?”

Fizzarolli loved to hear Asmodeus’s deep laugh with his ear pressed to his chest. Asmodeus took a moment to think.

“I think you shine with or without glitter.” It was faint, but Asmodeus could feel the way Fizz’s energy shifted. He was blushing, wasn’t he? “But-” Ozzie’s hand traced a line along the boning of Fizz’s corset. “It is a nice touch.”

A shiver ran down Fizzarolli’s spine as Asmodeus ran a finger down his torso. He’d never given much thought to his opinion on glitter before. Maybe it would be a topic he would have to revisit. He definitely liked this corset, and he really liked the attention Ozzie was giving him while he was in it.

“Don’t do that when you won’t sleep with me tonight.” Fizz’s hand is in Asmodeus’s face. The Sin chuckled.

“I literally will be! You asked to sleep in my bed tonight.” Asmodeus’s took Fizz’s hand in his own.

Fizzarolli’s tongue is long, and it stuck out halfway to the Sin’s face. “Don’t get literal with me, Duke of Dicktown.”

Ozzie’s expression remained light, his tone always edging on a laugh with Fizzarolli keeping him in good spirits. “Well, I could still help you out of these clothes…..if you’d be so agreeable?”

Fizzarolli’s laughter was the only real answer they needed.

For a second time this week, Fizzarolli had flown higher than he’d ever dreamed possible.

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hitsujirui · 1 year

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the cutest train conductor 🌟

#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon #chibi #i love his outfit so i had to draw it

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diavolosboobies · 9 months

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WELCOME BACK TO "I rate things because it's fun!"

Today we are rating full forms (?) Of characters but I have to be practical-ish

First off we have

Honestly, I can only say good things about him, this is by far my favorite design, however. I feel like they could've given him either a loincloth or harem pants, not both (I might be wrong and that's one piece) I still feel like it doesn't fit. It looks Arabian prince inspired (once more correct me if Im wrong), but the fur collar isn't add anything to the outfit. I feel like if they just accentuated his gold collar more it would have the same effect of fullness :]

Overall: 8.5/10

For some reason his png is huge so points off but even then, I want to draw attention to those sticks on his head. The bat bones? Kinda lacking. I feel like instead they should've just been tattered but other than that he's pretty cool. Tail might have to be fixed though

Overall: 9.5/10

First off when doing a quick glance compared to every other character, his demon form is the most traditional and simple. Because of this, I'm a little disappointed that the outfit didn't have much pop, you know? As the avatar of pride, you'd think you'd want his outfit to draw your eye but no ;( Instead of the flowy waistcoat maybe an actual peacock fan and more feather in his design. A problem you can't really fix but I feel like instead of to impress, he'd display the fan and open his wings to full size to look bigger and intimate

Overall: A disappointing 6/10

Much like Luci, his design looks more traditional and unlike him, his outfit makes up for it. However, my ONLY complaint is the orientation. It's good but not spread properly. All the detail seems to be drawn to the chest so maybe remove the jacket and do a full harness? Or do a full jacket with a harness peeking underneath. Also solid pants and combat boots to match

Overall: 9/10

For some reason all the pngs are different sizes idk how to fix it BUT not too many critiques on this. Just remove the jacket and go full turtleneck and suspenders. Or go full oversized hoodie. As usual, the pants are atrocious but they all are so no points off

Overall: Our first 10/10

A ten followed by an immediate -20. It's tacky and overpopulated like they added stuff and forgot they already had something there. It's atrocious and Asmo would never stand for this. The top should be without that collar (what's solomares obsession with non-practical ugly collars) and move the scorpion to his upper arm or turn it into a corset design. Scrap the quilt design and more evenly space the roses. Make the pant legs both black but add small chains and harnesses to get the same effect. Heels.

Overall: 🤢/10

This is atrocious for someone born from Luci. Putting aside my previous bias, it's an ok outfit. The top could slay but the pants drown it out. Bigass Gucci belt buckle also gots to go. Keep the boa because it's kinda cute. The tail looks like it pinches, no thanks. Keep that

Overall: 7/10

Not many complaints though it looks very similar to Mammon and Satan. Maybe not all three belts, just the one white one and the black one

Overall: 9.5/10

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I'm speechless. All of it looks like another opportunity that was wasted. Buckles, no, he's highwatering those pants, I know his ankles ashy. Why are your pants spotted? Why is there a random horseshoe?? Also please just erase the other eye, it looks like a ghost eye. WHY ARE HIS SLEEVES CUT OUT.

OVERALL: -100/10

I don't have the room for the angels but I'm giving Simeon a 9/10 and Luke an 8/10 just because I feel like there's more they could've done for an angel form than just white clothes. Wings at least.

Overall the Design Score for demon forms is: 67% kinda average, not much past good. Still decent though. Levi, Dia and Tan carried. Next up, everyday outfits! But like next week

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pseudonymphomania · 11 months

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This is the first time I've made something for my own MC. "Dear Love" refers to my IRL partner, whom I pretend to write to about my adventures in the Devildom.

I play the game as everyone's platonic friend. I am asexual and enjoy Queer Platonic Relationships for myself. I also play matchmaker in my own Devildom universe.

My attributes: average height. Black hair styled with a medium hold matte pomade. Brown eyes. Beauty mark under my nose. Dimple on one side of my face.

Clothing: Prefer formal wear over casual. Suspenders over belts. Monochromatic colours or loud ostentatious patterns, no in-between. Comfy dress shoes in black or brown but open to other colours to match outfits; I'm wearing leather monkstrap shoes in the picture. Metal accents like tie clips are crucial. Got laser eye surgery but sometimes wears fake glasses to feel something on my face. Satchel contains good pens, quality paper, and workstation. Fitbit on my wrist to count every step I take to solve the problems of the day.

Personality: wry and dry humour. Workaholic. Lifelong learner. The Parent Friend. Always happy to help. Frontline tendencies.

Skills: technical writing, sewing and clothing construction, trades and mechanics, hair cutting, musician (piano and guitar), singer and actor (theatre), novelist, artist

Likes: obtaining new skills and making new friends. Justice. Equity.

Dislikes: misunderstandings, situations that could have been handled effectively but weren't. Unclear communication.

Occupation before I got Isekai'd: Director of Operations

Character I relate to the most: Lucifer

Character I would date if I was inclined: Diavolo, because he reminds me of my actual partner.

The reason I ship DiaLuci so hard: I love my partner the most and this is a mirror to that, right down to situations and actual conversations we have had in real life. The narrative potential. Other reasons.

My MC and OM Characters in my Devildom:

Lucifer: would smugly tell me that I've used a comma splice and I'd tell him to "shove a semi-colon in it". He's my bestest friend in the entire Devildom. We go to cafes and bookstores and go shopping for office supplies. I tell him to stop working so hard and he stares at me like "You're the one telling me this? The audacity." I needle him about his crush and he tells me to fuck off but his face is red.

Mammon: my other bestie but in a wildly different way. He brings out the shit-disturber in me. We play billiards together and play for treats. I disapprove of his gambling but am all-in on the shopping. He takes me out to all the best food places. "Try this, Beckett, you'll really love it." Meanwhile it's some sort of Devildom Atrocity, but somehow it's still good.

Levi: my nerd friend. I bring him offerings and leave them outside his door. We play games often with Mammon and I kick their butts at fighting games, but get wrecked when I have to make choices. We stay up hellishly late and I wake up with chocolate on my face. "Lets do this again: ive got the hottest new dating sim to try!" We are both groggy and destroyed and i have to go to work, but I agree to come back tonight.

Asmo: my favourite boy toy. He's stylish as hell and knows what looks good on anybody. Hes my personal stylist. I cut his hair in exchange. Just like with Mammon I go shopping with Asmo, except he knows all the good places for clothing and knows where all the thrift stores are. "It doesnt have to be new and expensive to look good honey!" I agree. I cuddle with Asmo the most because he loves touch.

Satan: my boy thirsts for knowledge and I do too. We skill-trade and fan over cats. Unfortunately I'm very allergic, but I appreciate them from afar and draw cats for him to hang in his book-filled room. "Do you want to come to the cat Cafe with me?" Oh Satan. He's his father's son alright, but he's just as much of a shit disturber as Mammon. He teaches me fun curses to use on people but I'm content with just knowing it.

Beel: when I'm tired Beel carries me back home and talks about the science behind calories and energy retention in relation to demonic body types. He enjoys cooking and I love testing recipes on him, but I have to swat him away from eating it before it's done. We do exercises together and buff up together. "I can almost see your six pack, haha".

Belphie: he's my sleepy boy. He can be irrational sometimes but I put a blanket over his head to shake him out of it and he snuggles closer. I play him songs on piano and guitar and sing him to sleep, but then I also end up quite sleepy. He's like a son to me and I lecture him often. I try to keep him and Satan from screwing with Lucifer too much. I'm a double agent in the anti Lucifer league lol

Diavolo: i enjoy it when he regales me with Devildom laws, traditions and customs. He speaks of how the executive branch and legislative branch operates in the context of his kingdom and I suggest to strengthen certain areas of his constitution to bring his vision of equity and interrealm relations to the forefront. I am also a shit disturber and needle him about his crush. "You are asking beyond your means, Beckett. Forgive me if I don't answer." Hm... yes, of course. Sorry.

Barbatos: I learn how to be the most efficient I can be from someone who is the most efficient. He is skilled in everything and I must learn from the best. I'm his best student and I'm a teachers pet so i love to hear it. He's been and seen everything and he is an excellent linguist. He is poetry personified in the every day. "Don't let Solomon ruin you too much." I won't!

Solomon: I use my knowledge of mechanics and trades and recontextualise it to be an artificier and create magical items. He is also one to bring out the shit disturber in me and I have almost become Thirteen just from the incidentally nonsense stuff I make. "Oh that's an interesting effect. I wonder what will happen if I give this to Barbatos". Solomon, dude. Do you want to get murdered. Is that what you're into.

Simeon: he is my sweetest and chillest boy. My bestie to talk about justice and relationality with. When I'm insecure and feel like people don't like me as much as they do, he reassures me and tells me stories of his own relationships. "There is nothing wrong with stepping back. Once you've regained your sense of self, you'll be able to pursue the path of friendship again and people will be ready to receive you."

Luke: he is like my son. I make sure he doesn't get nightmares because he seems to have a hard time acclimating to his demonic environment. He teaches me how to bake so that I can make some cakes that look like real inanimate objects and eat them in front of people, to their shock.

Mephisto: I am like Lucifer 2.0. He doesn't really like me but I have no hard feelings toward him.

Thirteen: my Bae. She's a delight but I have to make sure her shenanigans don't cause too much damage in the area or accidentally kill me. I would date her after Diavolo if I was inclined to do that.

I hope you enjoyed seeing my experience and interpretation of the game from my point of view. Everyone's MC journey is very personal to them and I do not believe there is a wrong way to enjoy the game. Thank you for reading. :)

#obey me dialuci #dialuci #obey me male mc #obey me main character #obey me shall we date #otome asexual #Obey me asexual player

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 months

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Buttercup Lifts Couch & Mammon Becomes A Dad...? (2024)

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Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Invader Zim goes to Jhonen Vasquez

Credit for Undertale & Deltarune goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & TakaraTomy

Credit Transformers Animated Series goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for The Powerpuff Girls goes to Craig McCracken

Credit for Danny Phantom goes to Butch Hartman

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if anyone is wondering, Pink-Pearl is suppose to still look like her original gem humanoid but she is also suppose to be a Moth, and well if Lonely-Pearl was a Moth in her corrupted form, it would make sense that Pearls in a Crossover between Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel and Steven Universe, they would be Moths but still look a bit how they originally looked.

I want to call Pink-Pearl by the nickname "Vollie" but it's okay not everyone calls her that, and it would be interesting in a Crossover Fanon Timeline she forms a friendship with Verosika.

and yes I gave that Soundwave a bow on their head, it is suppose to be one of those Sound-Wave copies of the Original Sounwave.

I have had the idea for a while, that Lancer mistakes Mammon as his Dad, just in a different outfit...

I worked on this drawing around January and I'm just now posting it on February...it was not great a few days ago, I know during my trying to write a theory that has to do with Sari that of course has to do with a Crossover with Hazbin Hotel and TFA...

the connection kept going on and off, and yeah I ended up noticing a bit too late that I forgot to put the word "just" and well it is called "Hazformers Theory: What Sari Could Be Doing With Her Autobot Friends MIA" but even when I was trying to write it, the connection kept going off on me, and it was only making me more mad and feeling not so happy...so even when I got lucky and was finally able to post it, but when I wanted to log back on to fix and edit what I notice I forgot to put down on it...and yeah I had finally got around to it today...

but I was having some trouble logging back on, which I think it was because of the connection going off and on me again, and it might of possibly messed up my password, cause when I did try to use it again today......it didn't turn out too well, I still couldn't get on and at some point I had to make a new password just so I could post not only some new fan theories, but also this drawing and that

I seriously wasn't having a good day, I couldn't really get to sleep and well I do feel a little tired right now, it doesn't help that what happen was I guess a bit stressful...

and anyway Peridot is being Feral and is suppose to have Doe Ears and a Tail, like Peridots end up with Deer like appearance.

Alastor ending up adopting her and having her on that very thing that we see her have on her in one of the episodes of Steven Universe, well it can be one of the ways to keep her from running off when she gets all feral...like it only comes off if she calms down and doesn't act all feral.

and even when you make the drawing big, to read what is being said...

here is what Mammon is saying...

"when did I become a Dad…? I don't remember having a kid…unless Stella has been keeping it a secret from me. oh man, do I need to marry Stella?! I'm NOT ready yet!!! I need to call Stella and tell her to pick up our little acciden-…cough I mean Son."

also in this drawing, Buttercup Utonium is 22 years old, so this is the much older future self of Buttercup.

I think I will post one more thing, than I will be heading to bed to get some sleep...I rather post it now than wait until either tomorrow or in a few days...plus if I'm able to, I may talk more about that Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Theory that has to do with Soul-Partnership Contract...

anyway hope some find it funny that Lancer thinks that Mammon is his Dad, and making Mammon very confused...also I like the Mamtella ship between Mammon and Stella.....their ship name still sounds like a type of food you put on toast, and I don't know if many will end up using that Mamtella ship name or not, so far I'm the first to call those two by that ship name. XD

#do not reblog without permission #crossover fanart #buttercup utonium #zim invader zim #vox hazbin hotel #ember mclain #verosika mayday helluva boss #pink pearl su #soundwave transformers #peridot su #alastor hazbin hotel #lancer deltarune #mammon helluva boss #sans undertale #january 2024 #february 2024

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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chaos causer | chapter 2

includes: mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

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Scrolling back through your messages with Mammon, you find the text where he had laid out what to wear. Though you had offered to come dressed entirely wrong, he had opted out of that, preferring a slightly subtler approach. Either way was fine with you, so you had agreed without question.

Pulling on an outfit that fit the theme and looked good, you then moved onto your hair, unable to stop the anticipation coursing through your body. It only took a bit of magic before your hair was done, styled in your favorite style. You were about ready then, and all that you could do now was wait for Mammon to pick you up, which he would be doing in about half of an hour.

When Mammon had approached you with his offer you had been surprised. Surprised that anyone had actually taken you up on it, and surprised by all of the issues his family had. As you had said in the meeting, they were pretty famous and always seem mostly put together, but you guess everyone has a side they didn’t show to the public. You feel bad for Mammon. No one deserves to be treated how he is, so you’re actually looking forward to causing some trouble. It’s not your place to tell him not to use your services, nor is it any of your business to ask questions, so you had not asked any, and you can’t find it in yourself to regret it.

The look in Mammon’s eyes as he’d been describing why he reached out to you… well, it had tugged on your heartstrings. The vindictive anger didn’t do as good of a job covering his hurt as you thought he thought, and you never were one to let those who cause harm go unpunished.

Checking your phone as it buzzes, you see a text from Mammon. I’m a bit early, it reads. Hope that’s okay.

Grabbing your wallet and other things you thought you might need for the evening, you quickly make your way to the front door where Mammon waits. “Hey,” you greet, looking him up and down. “You look nice!”

His previously wild hair was somewhat tamed, and he had traded in his casual clothes for a more formal look, with dark pants and a gold button-down with the sleeves rolled up. A sturdy necklace - also gold, you notice - sits in the hollow of his throat, drawing your eyes to the tip of his chest where the buttons are open. You match well, you think, as you had gone with a darker outfit that makes it look like you’ve somewhat coordinated outfits with one another. “Pssh,” Mammon scoffs, not meeting your eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself. Ready to go?”

You nod. “Is there anything else you can think of that I should know before we go down there? Any changes or updates?”

Mammon thinks for a moment. “Nah, not that I remember. Lucifer’s been pretty stressed today, with all the prep and everything. He’s not pleased that I waited until the last day to tell him there’d be another guest.”

While Lucifer may not be pleased, Mammon sure looks like he is, a self-satisfied expression sitting handsomely on his face. You don’t bother to hide your smile, and Mammon’s grows to reflect yours. Mammon makes quick work of opening a portal that’ll bring you to the front lawn of the House of Lamentation, and you step through without hesitation.

“Alright?” Mammon asks, placing a hand on your elbow to steady you. You’ve long passed the time where a simple portal will make you feel off-kilter, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. You stare up at the imposing manor with awe, drinking in the old-fashioned architecture.

“Yes, thank you. Shall we head in?”

Mammon grabs your hand without preamble, sending you a roguish grin. Frissons of heat spark between you, and you tuck his hair behind his ear, having to stretch to reach. Mammon lets you adjust him indulgently. “We shall,” he says when you lean back, satisfied. “Ready to cause some trouble, babe ?”

Mammon doesn’t knock, which makes sense because it is his house, but you still feel a little weird just strolling in. He leads you through the impressive maze of rooms, and you admire all of the decor as you walk. Eventually, you hear voices, and your hand tightens its hold on Mammon’s. He gives you a concerned look, but you’re excited, not nervous.

“We’re here,” Mammon calls as you step through the doorway to what looks like a living room. Through the other doorways, you can see a kitchen and dining room, so you assume this is where they actually spend most of their time, as the rooms look decidedly more lived in than the other ones you had seen. Instantly, all of the conversations stop, and you find six pairs of colorful eyes on you.

“Hello,” Lucifer, it must be Lucifer, says, stepping forward and extending a hand. You pull yours out of Mammon’s to shake it, noting the firm grip. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Lucifer, Avatar of Pride.” Yep, you had guessed right.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you enthuse. “Mammon has told me so much about you! I feel like we know each other already!” You’re hoping your overzealousness will rub him the wrong way, and it seems that it does, and Lucifer subtly leans away from you, eyes darkening a shade. “Thank you for having me here tonight!”

“Ah, of course,” Lucifer acknowledges smoothly, though he’s looking at Mammon with an unreadable expression, not you. “I hope you enjoy your time with us.”

You go through introductions with the rest of the brothers, making sure to act just a little off, enough so that they can pick up on it.

“You’re so strong!” you exclaim to Beelzebub as he shakes your hand, stepping forward to feel his bicep. “You must work out a ton!” Beelzebub extracts himself from your grip, giving you a wary look. You only smile, this time looking up at him from under your lashes. From beside him, his twin, Belphegor, stiffens.

“So you’re a human?” he asks, and you shift your attention to him.

“I am, yep!” Mammon had warned you of Belphegor’s dislike and distrust for humans, and you plan to use it to your full advantage. “And it's so cool to finally meet some actual demons! Honestly, I’d go out with Mammon even if I didn’t like him just to say I was dating a demon, especially since he’s such a high-ranking one.”

You’d never do that in real life, but Mammon had said insinuating you were somewhat of a clout chaser or gold digger would definitely make them dislike you, and it seems that he’s right, as disgust is splayed out on Belphegor’s face, with him making no effort to hide it. From across the room, Mammon pretends he didn’t hear, but you know he’s listening to your every word.

“Be polite,” Beelzebub hisses into Belphegor’s ear.

“So, MC,” Asmodeus trills, swooping to ease some of the tension. “How long have you and Mammon been dating? I was so surprised when he said he was bringing someone!”

Asshole. “Oh, we’ve been talking for the last few months, but we only made it official last month,” you explain, easily reciting the story you and Mammon had come up with. Asmodeus’ gaze sharpens.

“Already meeting the family? Don’t you think you’re moving pretty fast?”

You laugh. “Not at all! Mammon said I should come since this dinner was so important! What kind of partner would I have been if I had declined?”

“What kind of partner indeed,” Asmodeus murmurs. “Anyway, how’d you get to know one another? Our Mammon isn’t the best at surrounding himself with people that’d be good dates, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m sure I don’t,” you reply breezily. “And Mammon and I met online, then decided to meet up in real life.”

“Online where?” Leviathan asks, interest piqued. “Like a chatroom?”

You wave your hand. “Not exactly. Have you head of online gambling?”

“Oh,” Leviathan says, muted. “ That’s where you met?”

You nod as if you’re unaware of his disapproval. “I kept winning and Mammon felt like he just had to talk to me, isn’t that right babe?”

“That’s right,” Mammon confirms, making his way over to you and slotting himself behind you. You press a kiss into his cheek and several of his brothers watch the move with ill-hidden distaste. “It then turned out that my MC was cheatin’ and that’s how I kept losing! Crazy, right?”

“Yes, crazy,” Lucifer echoes. “MC, aside from online gambling-” the words look like they pain him to say “-what else do you do? Though you’ve been hearing all about us, today was the first time we were made aware of your existence.”

“This and that,” you reply. “I don’t really have a set job but I do pick up a lot of odd jobs.”

“Such as?” Satan prompts, and you keep it vague.

“This and that,” you repeat. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” Your joke lands flat, as intended, and you feel Mammon hold back a laugh, body tremoring with the effort of it. Satan’s face twists and he turns away from you. This is going perfectly.

The night continues on and soon enough it’s time for you all to head on over to the Demon Lord’s castle. This time it’s Lucifer who makes the portal, the swirling blue a lot more ominous than Mammon’s yellow had been. You follow Mammon into it, and again, he steadies you, but this time you lean into it, pretending to be slightly disoriented. If you had thought that the House of Lamentation was impressive, then this was magnificent. Large towers extend into the darkness, and intricate detail work links all of the door and window frames. The sheer size of the castle has you speechless for a moment, as you’ve never seen such a large residence. Usually, in the human world, buildings like this were historical sites and it was easy to forget people actually inhabited them once.

Your little group makes its way up the immaculate front walk, but before Lucifer can knock, the heavy door swings open silently, revealing a demon in a butler’s uniform.

“Barbatos,” Lucifer greets, “how have you been?”

“Ah, Lucifer. Come one in, everybody,” Barbatos’ says, eyes flicking from face to face, until he sees you. Then he tilts his head slightly, even as he motions you in. “And I’ve been well. Please, follow me.”

Mammon wraps his arm around your waist as you walk, and you lean into the touch. You hadn’t really discussed any sort of boundary about touching with him, and you hadn’t gone into the night thinking you would be this close to him, but you don’t mind. You’d back off if he expressed discomfort in any way, and you were sure he’d do the same. A part of you is taken aback by how easy it is to occupy the same space as him, but it also is kind of nice.

The castle’s interior is just as exquisite as the exterior. Each room is themed, with different eras or color schemes being focused on, and beautiful art is everywhere. The brothers seem totally at ease, not looking around in awe like you are, so you figure they must be familiar with the castle.

You enter a small ballroom, done up in reds and gold, and a man you recognize as Lord Diavolo steps forward, greeting you.

“Hello, everyone!” he says warmly, and you like him already. Though it is clear that his status is above anyone else there he seems to treat all of the brothers as equals, like old friends, and it seems as if they do the same. Except for Belphegor, you notice as the youngest avatar coolly greets him, much more subdued than the rest. You wonder what the story is behind that, if they share some bad blood. “And hello,” he says specifically to you, walking closer to greet you personally. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

“We haven’t,” you say, shaking his hand. It’s warm and large, but you find yourself still preferring Mammon’s touch. “I’m MC. Thank you for having me for dinner.”

“Oh, but of course!” Diavolo smiles broadly at you. “I’m interested in getting to know someone Mammon holds so dear! To have caught his attention is something special indeed!”

Unlike with the brothers, his comment doesn’t seem mean-spirited or to be any sort of double entendre. You appreciate it; based on your first impression, the Devildom is in good hands.

“Let me introduce yourself to the other guests.” Diavolo draws your attention to the other people in the room. To your horror, you recognize one of them. “This is Simeon,” he says, and you pull your eyes away from Solomon to give the dark-skinned man a smile. “And Luke. They’re angels.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you say, “I’m MC, Mammon’s date.”

“And then over here is Solomon,” Diavolo continues, and you unwillingly look back at the sorcerer. His familiar grey eyes bore into yours and you send him a pleading look, praying he doesn’t expose you.

“Hello, MC,” Solomon says, the barest hint of a smirk on his face. You let out the smallest sigh of relief. It seems that his curious nature would be working in your favor for once. You know he’ll want to talk to you, though, so you’re not completely at ease.

“Hello, Solomon,” you return, and Mammon’s arm tightens fractionally. He’s picked up on your change in behavior, but hopefully, the others haven’t.

“And then this is Barbatos,” Diavolo finishes, gesturing to the butler who had opened the door. You and Barbatos greet one another, but you can’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. A quick glance shows it’s not only Solomon, but also Lucifer.

Once the official introductions are finished, you half turn, leaning towards Mammon to whisper in his ear. You try keep your expression light and casual, though your words are anything but.

“Why didn’t you tell me other people would be here?” you hiss, and Mammon’s eyebrows climb up his forehead.

“Is that a problem?”

“It is when I know one of them,” you say, resisting the urge to groan. “Solomon was my classmate back when I was getting my sorcerer’s license.

“Maybe he hasn’t recognized you?” suggests Mammon, but you both know that he has, much to your dismay.

“He doesn’t seem inclined to reveal that we know each other, though, so should we just proceed as planned?”

Mammon sighs, shooting a look over at Solomon, who’s watching you both with a dangerously curious glint in his eyes. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

“Okay.” You follow Mammon forward to the appetizer table, hoping the only trouble that takes place will be caused by you.

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