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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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I saw that you’re ask box is open!!!!! I had to come and ask, if you want to that is, please do a reincarnation or somehow MC survives the whole sacrificing themselves for Lilith post please. Something with a happy ending to that post? My heart just broke for all of them and I just want them happy, if you don’t mind that is ☺️

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I got two very similar asks and I decided to merge them as one because I’m lazy, ig. In regards to the previous angst post I created about this topic, I have to admit my writing wasn’t the best it could’ve been so I tried even harder on this one which is why it took so long to make. I hope it was worth the wait, even if it’s just part 1. I tend to write a lot for angst requests so I always end up splitting them in half lmao.

The gist of it all is that the brothers stumble across MC right before they manage to complete the spell/curse and somehow stop their imminent death. Obviously, MC themselves is not in good shape since that was basically a suicide attempt and is therefore suffering mentally speaking. This version has a happy ending but it still has angst in it littered throughout because angst-comfort is one of my favourite tropes. If you haven’t seen the original ask, the links are here:

Link to the original posts:

Self-sacrificing MC (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi)

Self-sacrificing MC (Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie)

Warning: Obviously mentions of mental illnesses, death, blood, gorey stuff in general. If you are sensitive to these sort of things, please proceed with caution. I get really detailed with some of them.

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo and The Twins)

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The Brothers stopping MC from sacrificing themselves ( Alternative Ending):

Part 1

Lucifer:

-“MC, what do you think you’re doing?”

-To say he surprised you would be an understatement. It was way too early for him to be home, considering it was still very much midday and he was supposed to be at Diavolo’s palace for tea that afternoon. And since everyone knows how punctual Lucifer is and how much time he devotes to Lord Diavolo, you didn’t have any reason to believe he would be back at the House of Lamentation any earlier than expected. Except he was.

-You would later find out that the meeting was postponed by a few hours because something had come up rather abruptly in Diavolo’s already busy schedule. Therefore, Lucifer went home to finish the last of his paperwork during this extra time off he just received. To think that he had almost completely passed by your room without seeing what you were up to, terrifies him even now. Who knows what you would have actually managed to do if he hadn’t thought of checking up on you.

-He hadn’t seen much of you that day. Lucifer caught a glimpse of you at breakfast and spotted you a few times at R.A.D but didn’t actually have time to walk over to you and talk. Which probably explained why he was in a foul mood to begin with. He was tired, irritated and had no energy but all of those feelings seemed to evaporate the moment he set foot in the doorstep and acknowledged the situation you were in, instantly tensing up and straightening his back.

-The floor was basically covered in books. They seemed to have been borrowed from Satan’s room and, even though he didn’t notice at the time, all appeared to have an occurring theme on the cover; Souls. But that didn’t matter to him. Because you were also on the ground, looking exceptionally pale and sporting a sort of....dagger? in your left hand. The last time he had seen you look this dead was...well...when you died at the hands of Belphagour all those months ago.

-I don’t think he immediately understood what exactly you were trying to do. His mind had flown into panic mode, definitely noticed how sick you appeared to be and his first instinct was to practically leap at you and check for injuries. You hadn’t gotten that far ahead thankfully but you were damn near close to. Lucifer continuously ignored you as you tried to push him away. He wasn’t having it. Whatever it was that you were doing, he wasn’t having it. He didn’t even let you explain. He glared at that dagger in your hand like it was more sinful than any demon he’d ever met, including himself, before snatching it out of your hand.

-“Lucifer, I need that-“

-“No you don’t.”

-Even your voice was significantly weaker than before. Strained and raspy, as if you had a sore throat. This wasn’t going the way you had hoped to. Lucifer wasn’t meant to catch you by any means. He was shoving away all of the books now, so he could have an easier time picking you up and laying you on your bed. You looked as if you just had a very serious human cold. Which would’ve been fine, you had gotten lots of those during your stay here. But this was something different. He could tell. He could.

-“Lucifer, I-“

-“Don’t speak.” His harsh tone startled you a bit “You’re wasting your energy. Rest for now. We’ll talk later, after I get Solomon over here. And Satan to tell me the effects of these spells in these...cursed books. And trust me, we will talk.”

-He looked calm enough but there was such a chilling note in his voice that legitimately sent shivers down your spine. However, at that point you were both too weak and exhausted to argue or explain yourself. The spell you were trying to do drained every last bit of energy from you and now even twitching hurt like hell. So you slept for a while, insistently drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness as the hours ticked by.

-By the time you actually willed yourself awake, you felt much better than before. If you had to guess, you must’ve knocked out cold for a while, maybe a day or two, judging by how well rested you felt. Your head seemed clearer and it no longer hurt to move around. You felt stronger. Refreshed even. Which means that Solomon did in fact come over at some point during your unconsciousness to heal you. And knowing Lucifer, probably another 30 demon doctors. He was upset with you. You knew. That’s why, when you woke up, you didn’t have the nerve to look him in the eyes, despite his burning holes into your head.

-“Do you realise the gravity of your actions? How extremely unsafe those spells are? Do you know how much danger you put yourself in? Do you?” Of course he went with the rhetorical questions. He loves starting with those at the beginning of each lecture “If I were to take a guess, I’d say you knew exactly what you were doing, MC. You may be reckless and impulsive but you’re not stupid. You wouldn’t go out of your way to pull something like this without a reason to. How are you going to explain this one to me? Go on, speak.”

-You didn’t. You opened your mouth to answer him, or at least say something, anything. But no words came out. And tears were starting to build into your eyes now because this wasn’t supposed to happen and you ended up getting the opposite reaction you wanted from him. Lucifer kept quiet too and you sat in a tense silence for a couple of minutes. You glanced at him, after a while, noticing the look of concentration that washed over his face as he took his gloves off with a sigh. He seized your hand and gave it a light squeeze before he started speaking again, brushing his thumb across the back of it. His hands were warm. Or maybe yours were just cold.

-“What’s gotten into you, love?”

-You had to cough a couple of times to regain your voice “I... I thought this would be for the best. I mean, you said it yourself many times before right? My existence is....unimportant?when it comes to you and your brothers. It was an impulsive thing, I think. I thought that...you would all be happier to have Lilith back, you know? If all I had to do was to exchange my life for her, I figured you would be better off...” Your voice trailed off. Trying to justify your actions out loud made you realise how morbid it actually was. It made sense to you at the time but now you failed to see the logic behind it.

-You couldn’t read his facial expression at all. He didn’t even seem to have acknowledged your confession. Lucifer went so deadly quiet, you could feel your muscles tensing up again. You didn’t really know what to expect from him because you’ve never seen him like this.

-“That is absolutely ridiculous, MC.” His voice startled you and you eyed him as he grabbed both of your hands into his own. His head was lowered for a moment and when he came back, his eyes had darkened. Being on the receiving end of that glare made it seem as if the room’s temperature dropped about 30 degrees “Out of everything you’ve done so far while living with us, this has to be the most outrageous thing.”

-You opened your mouth to speak again but he shushed you “MC, listen to me. I loved and will continue to love Lilith for the rest of eternity because she was my sister. At the time, she was one of the most important people in my life and I was more than willing to give my life to ensure her future.” Lucifer closed his eyes for a brief moment “Her death and departure to the human realm hurt me. A lot. It was taking a toll on me and you could say that, to this day, it still does. However, as much as her leaving us behind hurts, I know in my heart that she lead a happy life. I know that she never suffered once as a human and I know that she got to live the life she wanted, alongside her loved one.”

-He cradled your head in his surprisingly soft hands, simultaneously checking for a high temperature “I have no regrets. And I’m sure she didn’t either as she took her last breath. I...I know it can be difficult, seeing us mope around whenever we’re reminded of her and to an extent, you may feel like you’re her replacement. That’s not it. You’re not Lilith. You’re...MC. Our reckless human that really can’t take no for an answer, even at the cost of their life. So, I don’t expect you to trade your life for my, or my brothers’, happiness. Because...we’re happy the way everything is right now. You should know, I’m over Lilith’s death, thanks to you even if I still suffer because of it. It would hurt too much to lose you as well while the wounds of her demise are so fresh in my heart. You bringing her back will accomplish nothing. And I want you to realise you’re a lot more precious to me than you might think. Now that we got that out of our system, would you like some tea? I made some for you earlier while you were resting. Should help soothe some of your cramps or any pain you might be in.”

-This is probably the most you’ve ever heard him speak at once. You start feeling a little overwhelmed again, from his words and you think you might start crying again if you focus on his speech for too long. Lucifer often has such a strong leash on his emotions; seeing them out in the open like that, in the privacy of your bedroom no less, feels like an out of this world experience. Pushing back more tears, you wordlessly sip some of the tea handed to you, feeling his hand petting your head as means of comfort. You still felt like you’ve done him a disservice; by being unable to finish what you started. But you didn’t care as long as you got to stay with him like this a little longer.

-Things will have to change slightly, of course. Lucifer knows that as a human you’re in a very vulnerable position at the moment, so he can’t risk leaving you unattended. Him and his brothers will have to keep a closer eye on you, at the very least until you’re no longer plagued by your own thoughts and until you can actually stand on your on two feet. RAD classes should be cancelled in your case for now too. You’d do well in online course with Levi for the time being, until he figures out how he can help. His brothers are aware of the situation and have been banging on the door to your bedroom for a while now, desperately wanting to be let in and see you. Diavolo will also have to be notified at some point.

-But not now. He wants to prolong this moment with you for as long as possible.

Mammon:

-“Hey-OI MC?? WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS???!! GIMME THAT-“

-He scared the shit out of you, truth be told. Everyone knows how loud and obnoxious Mammon can be, you perhaps more than anyone else but you didn’t expect this. Mere moments ago, the only thing you could hear was the pitter pattering of your own heartbeat in your chest so the door slamming against the wall startled you quite badly, making you flinch and giving yourself an cut on your finger. Bad timing really; he came in just as you picked up the knife.

-He stomped over to you, kicking some of things lying around on the floor in your room (and admittedly almost tripping over them) before crouching down at your level, with a strange look in his eyes. Mammon snatched the sharp dagger out of your hands and twirled it around in his own, inspecting it and scowling at it every few seconds. He ended up chucking it behind him then bent down to help you to your feet.

-“Wh-Where did ya even get this from??! Oi, MC-have ya lost yer damn mind? What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack? Stop struggling will ya? I’m trying to help ye get in bed.”

-You were still reaching for the knife he tossed away, annoyed that you hadn’t acted quickly enough. The problem is; you hesitated. Hesitated plunging that thing in you and now it’s too late to do anything about it because you’ve been caught.

-“Mammon, don’t just toss it away! It took so long to get my hands on one of those-shit, can you just give it back? And let go of me! I don’t want to lay down!”

-“G-give it back??! Have ya hit your head human? Is that it? Give it back my ass-stop trying to get up, don’t make me nail ya down.”

-Mammon being so stressed out was definitely not a good sign, seeing him so antsy made you nervous in return. It might’ve dawned on you that you royally fucked up because the second eldest looked sicker than you did, with his shaky, clammy hands trying to tuck you in. Letting out a string of curses as he almost tripped over a book again, so visibly irritated that you had to sit up and offer him your hand. He grabbed it without saying a word. And then he avoided your gaze.

-Thank Lord Diavolo he finished that fucking photo shoot so early because otherwise who knows how long it would’ve taken to find you. And by then, it would’ve likely been too late-just the thought of it made him shudder in anger, almost crushing every bone in your right hand as his grip tightened.

-Thing is, now he doesn’t know what to do. I mean you’re obviously sick and all weak and fragile as all humans are when they try to kill themselves with powerful, cursed spells and he’s definitely not an expert at any of that. Calling Lucifer for help wouldn’t be a good idea; he wasn’t in the mood to hear him yell at either of you. Satan was a good option, he was definitely more knowledgeable about these sorts of things than he was. He intended to go but for some reason, he was rooted right where he was, by your side next to the bed.

- Eventually he had to go get his brother because he thought you were getting worse by the looks of it and he came back sprinting while dragging a confused Satan behind him. Honestly, once he found out how close you actually were to dying, he started crying on your bed as if he was just told that all of his Grimm would be taken away. He was half sniffling and half yelling at you from his position next to your bed and he just soaked your entire pillow with tears because he was frustrated he left you alone long enough for you to even think about doing this. Most of it muffled because his head is was still in your sheets but you could just about make out what he was saying.

-You honestly had to no idea what to say. All attempts at calming him down were futile by the looks of things and you had no words of comfort to offer him. Your voice got stuck in your throat and all you could really do was to stare at him as he hiccuped and weeped besides you. You wanted him to stop-he was making you regret your decision and you already decided prior to this that the ends justified the means. Trading your life for Lilith’s seemed fair and Mammon seriously shouldn’t have been crying over you.

-“Mammon, please stop crying-“

-“DON’T TELL ME TO STOP!”

-He snapped his head up and glared at you with wet eyes, bringing a shaky hand to wipe the tears off. There was a moment of stillness and then the demon basically climbed in bed with you, continuing to kneel as you propped yourself up in your elbows. He kept quiet. A long silence. The sound of rustling bed sheets. And then you sighed.

-“Mammon, don’t you miss your sister?”

-His glare hardened and he pressed his lips into a straight line, trying to read your expression. Or rather, trying to figure out what you meant seeing as what he heard didn’t really sound right. Judging by the spell Satan told him you were trying to cast earlier, he more or less put two and two together. And his mind was on the verge of snapping like an elastic band.

-“It would be heartless of me to say I don’t,” He murmured at some point, averting his eyes, “She was so kind, and patient and I loved her so much. We loved her so much. And she loved us in return.” Mammon scrunched up his face, coughing a couple of times to cover up the way his voice cracked at the mention of Lilith.

-“To this day, it still pisses me off so much.” He carried on, now sitting cross legged on your bed, his hand on his knees “The way my brothers used to hog her attention all the time. The twins especially, always, completely glued to her, refusing to go anywhere without her tagging along. I barely ever got any time with her and even if I did, it was always limited, ya know? I wasn’t even jealous-I was still an angel back then and feelings like those would’ve been…Uh…forbidden I guess? I was just sad. Lilith was always right there but for some reason, I could never reach out to her even though I wanted to, so badly. Without realising ‘m sure, my brothers got so greedy with her, I didn’t get to bask in her warmth for long enough. And then she ‘died’ and we fell and I had to move on.”

-There was a lump in your throat now. You couldn’t even look at him, let alone say anything. Just stood there, motionless; thinking about your ‘fool proof’ plan. Turns out it had holes in it. As you had this thought, Mammon scrambled over to you, grabbing you by your shoulders and forcing eye contact for the first time ever. As far as you know, he’s never been this brazen, not even the day you met him.

-“So that’s why!” He shut his eyes and yelled, pulling you into a hug “That’s why I can’t lose you too! Not when I didn’t get to spend enough time with you either MC. There’s never going to be enough time and that’s fine by me because you’re not leaving!” He shouted, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, gripping the side of yours arms tight enough to leave marks. You tried to ignore the wet splashes you felt on your skin “It’s my turn to be greedy, OK??!”

-“But, Mammon, would you not want to bring her back?” You wrapped your arms around him despite this.

-“Of course I do! But not in exchange for your life, you complete idiot! If anything, I’d rather die and know that you’re both alive instead of having to sacrifice you. But I don’t want to do that. Because you’re here and my brothers are here and I don’t want to leave any of you behind. I lover her so much, MC. But the love I have for her is different than the one I have for you and I can’t imagine mixing the two of you up, ya hear??? She was happy. Lucifer told me she was so shut up and stop trying to save the day like a suicidal maniac, alright?? I don’t want you to be a hero-just…stay here, OK?”

-He cupped your face in his palms, swiping your tears away with his thumb while letting his own stream down his cheeks. The two of you stayed in that uncomfortable and awkward position for a short while, until he told you to lay back down and rest. As he said that, he sat on the stool by your bed and held your hand, intertwining it with his as he hazed at you. He gave you some pills Satan recommended and forced you to drink more water even though your originally refused, insisting you looked thirsty. The tension in the room disappeared and the atmosphere seemed to have softened little by the little now that everything was out in the open. You were tired and he told you to got to sleep and so you did. Closing your eyes, you smiled at him as genuinely as you could, to convince him you were really alright and Mammon’s world, after hours of edging despair, finally clicked back into place.

-“You worry about us too much, human. Lilith wouldn’t agree with something like this, she wasn’t the type. She would love you too, a lot, if she was here. I’m happy the way things are. And you don’t need to feel guilty because the Great Mammon is tellin’ ya that you’re not at fault. So don’t go around getting anymore ideas like this, promise?”

- You may not think you’re all that important but to the Avatar of Greed, a demon who consistently yearns for more, you’re more valuable than any jewel he ever laid eyes on and more precious than gold itself.

Levi:

-“MC….? Hey….what-what’s all this?”

-It’s become a daily routine; the two of you meeting in his room and starting to binge watch some new show he just recently got addicted to. It just sort of…became your thing-something only you and Levi ever did and he treasured this a lot. Anyone trying to get in between this allocated space of time in your life would be committing a severe offence in his eyes and would be punished accordingly. Besides all that, you promised to let him know in advance if something comes up and your ‘date’ has to be postponed which he was fine with as long as it wasn’t too last minute.

-You didn’t come. And that put him on edge a little bit because you didn’t text him to let him know what’s up. In the end, he figured that it’s been a busy week and from what he’s heard from his brothers, exams were taking place every other day that whole month. Supposedly, you were in your room or the library studying and simply forgot? That doesn’t sound like something you would do though. Maybe you overworked yourself again and passed out-it wouldn’t be the first time at all. Even so, he came by your bedroom to check up on you and make sure you weren’t hibernating or anything.

-Truth is, Levi never felt all that special. His brothers who, in his eyes, were much cooler than he could ever dream to be, definitely achieved more in a century than he could in a lifetime and Levi just…doesn’t meet the high expectations that have been laid out for him. I mean, sure, he has a navy and an army at his disposal but that’s about it. All of that seems pretty insignificant to how Lucifer has the whole of DevilDom kneeling at his feet whenever he walks by or how capable Asmo is at charming others into worshipping him and the ground he steps on. Honestly, even Mammon has more charisma and popularity than he does.

-But who really cares, right? He came to terms with this a long time ago. He’s not gonna back out from his own personal point of view. He’s not special, as much as he pretends to be sometimes, especially when you’re around. Role playing as Lord of the Shadows and having you play as Henry is fun and all but it’s just a fantasy. Not to mention even then, he still gave you the title of the main character. Perhaps he doesn’t think he deserves something as prestigious as that. Or perhaps, he thinks so very highly of you to the point where he conveniently forgets about his down desires to be recognised. Either way, he’s never protested when others mocked him for being considerably softer than the rest of his brothers.

-That’s why literally any one of them would’ve been better off finding you! Lucifer, Satan, Beel-Hell even Mammon could pull off saving you from something like this like the protagonist of a romance manga! It makes so much more sense, does it not????

-“M-MC? What are…you….I mean-why….”

-You were still awake, thank goodness but it was pure luck he got to you before you passed out. Levi felt like passing out too, if we’re being honest. A large puddle of blood had started to collect on the ground right next to your bed, staining your sheets and your clothes while simultaneously making the air almost suffocating with the scent of metal.

-He was panicking and he was panicking hard. He spent a good few minutes freaking out besides your bed as you continued to bleed out. This sounds pretty bad written down, but he was genuinely torn on what should’ve been done and he didn’t know exactly how to help, despite yearning to do so.

-After a short while, he finally pulled himself together and tried to think of the best course of action at the moment. You had a pretty deep injury on your lower back, a place you could easily reach if you bent your arm far enough. You did still have the knife in your hand but he didn’t think anything through right away since his mind was on autopilot and so, while bandaging you up, he was concentrating on that and nothing else. And by bandaging I mean he wrapped you in said bandages like a fucking mummy, making sure to tighten it in order to put more pressure on the wound.

-Levi was aware it wasn’t really good enough. He didn’t disinfect it or anything but at least he blocked the bleeding. The problem was; the only experience he had with human injuries were from these doctor VR games that he plays occasionally and so he didn’t really have any clue on how to properly treat you. He could only hope that Lucifer or Satan would get home before you could get an infection or something like that. Actually, he had been frantically calling them for a while but no one picked up???? So now he has to try and keep you alive before they get there.

-While he waited, Levi definitely refused to leave you alone and so he pulled up a chair and just sat down; watching you drowsily trying to keep your eyelids open. It got him thinking, all this silence and you struggling to stay awake as the bandage he had used was beginning to get more and more red with each minute that passed by. There was no one else in the house. And you seemed fine earlier today when he saw you after school. So who was responsible for this? The only conclusion was, obviously, that you had done this yourself but he really couldn’t glue the pieces together.

-“MC, I don’t know if you trust me enough to tell me, hell I’m a stupid shut-in who barely comes out of his room, but why….why did you….”

-Being so emotional, he couldn’t even finish his sentence and he stared at you as you wiggled around a little on your bed; twisting your head a bit to make eye contact with him

-“I-I just…Levi, do you think of Lilith often?”

-The third eldest just gazed at you with a piercing glare and tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. Once he processed your words, he was startled and jumped a little, almost toppling the chair he was on backwards. He gripped the armrests. It took him a bit but now he understood.

-“NO!” He shouted then quickly covered his mouth when he realised what he had said “I m-mean, of course I do! But-“

-“Wouldn’t you rather you traded her for me?”

-“MC, hold the fuck up a minute there. Are you crazy? This isn’t a manga y’know? It’s real life and the decisions you make here will have that stupid butterfly effect on everyone, not just you!”

-“But-“

-“MC, I miss Lilith. Sometimes it hurts really badly and I’m not sure it will get much better than this. But if you were to bring her back, I’d just start missing you instead and I’d be just as miserable!”

-“Levi, don’t be ridiculous. I’m just a human. My existence is expandable, my death wouldn’t matter to you.” You coughed a couple of times, which soon turned into a string of wheezes, forcing to lay back down on your stomach.

-Levi was stomping his feet in frustration like a child “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to feel all sorry for yourself, MC! That’s my thing! You’re amazing and I would give away my entire video game collection just to have you here with me!” He looked down at the ground “I know I said you were my protagonist but I’d rather you were not if being one means you’re willing to self sacrifice like this for a matter that’s already been resolved.”

-You didn’t respond. Levi was biting on his fingernails.

-“MC?”

-“…what?”

-“How could you even think of leaving me behind? Do you hate me that much?” There were tears pouring down his cheeks and he wiped at them with his sleeves. He looked as if he would have a mental break down soon enough.

-You were holding back tears yourself and gritted your teeth in agitation. You were having second thoughts about this. It all seemed like such a solid plan a few hours ago, so what exactly happened? Seeing Levi all distraught like this almost sent you into a spiral of despair. You motioned for him to get closer and you cupped his face.

-“Don’t say that! You know that’s not true! The reason I was doing all this was to make you happy!”

-“But it wouldn’t make me happy!” Levi snapped back, holding your hands in his own “I would rather die than have you leave me as well!”

-Again, you stayed quiet. Levi seemed to have been made aware of your proximity together and leaned back on his chair, tips of his ears red. He glanced at the wound again.

-“Does it hurt?”

-“Yeah-“

-“Stupid normie,” He rubbed his eyes “You’re not Lilith. And you never could be. No one can be like her, believe me. And no one could replace you either, by the way. You’re more than enough. To me and my brothers anyway and who cares what anyone else thinks?”

-There was a lump in your throat now as you spoke, voice still a bit weak “Levi…you know I think you’re more than enough too, right?”

-He swallowed, chuckling anxiously under his breath as he nodded, fiddling with the strings of his headset.

-He couldn’t let you leave because of something as idiotic as this. Not when you had the ability to make him feel special and wanted, made him feel like he was every bit as good as his brothers and brought him so much comfort all the time. To think he was this close to seeing the life fizzle out of your eyes horrified him and he wants to beat that image out of his head. He always had a soft spot for his sister of course, but the idea of choosing between the two of you was more than dissatisfactory, to say the least.

-He was crying again because of course he missed Lilith. But you dying as well would only leave another hole behind in his heart. And you didn’t deserve to go through something like that either way, just so that his brothers’ are content. Everyone is content. And they have been for the past while. Levi was too embarrassed to look you in the eye again, but still intertwined his hand with yours and then he told you to try not to fall asleep, not until Satan or someone came over. For all he knew, you could end up passing away in your sleep.

-“Should I try calling Simeon or something?”

-“No, I’m fine.”

-“OK.”

-Eventually, his brothers did get home and as soon as the front entrance opened, Levi shot out of his seat and just yelled at his siblings downstairs that “MC is dying and you’re out shopping” or some shit which understandably caused absolute chaos and wreak havoc amongst all of them. The peaceful but tragic moment you two shared was gone now since his brothers were crowding you and Satan was doing all these reverse spells and Lucifer was trying to make human doctor appointments for you.

-Levi stood by the door, wanting to come near you again but deciding against it because he knew his brothers would just push him off again. He exhaled, getting rid a deep breath he didn’t even realise he was holding until now, relieved that you were alright and that he found in time. Otherwise, he really wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself. Still leaning against the doorframe, you lock eyes again and you send him a small smile and he smiles back and thinks that he loves you too much for his liking, getting attached to a human normie but still doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

-Recovery went on for a few months but before long, you fall into the same, old routines you had as before and he’s glad, because he missed his quality time with you. And he was sick of watching his brothers fuss over you too. You were fine now. However, every once in a while, while you’re cuddled up to him watching some new show together, he spares you a glance and thinks back to the moment he almost did let you go. If he hadn’t reacted as quickly as he did, you probably would’ve. He’s not crying again, they’re just cutting onions on screen!

-The Avatar of Envy is jealous as much as he is in awe of you. In his eyes, you might just be the best thing to happen to him even back when he reigned over the heavens with his brothers. If you were to die, Lotan would be the last of everyone’s problems, he can attest to that. Cross his heart and hope to die; by sticking a needle in your eye.

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Yo I actually finished it whoa. This sat in my ask box for way too long dude I’m sorry. I was so adamant on doing it properly I kept rediting ;-;

Who’s ready for more angst? At this point I’m just force feeding you it, thank you for reading!

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