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blues824 · 1 year

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Can you do obey me brothers + un-undateables reacting to mc coming back as a nephalem(half Angel, half demon)?

I sprinkled some angst in here because I was listening to my Sad Hours playlist.

Lucifer

When Barbatos brought you back, he was the first one to embrace you. However, you actually pushed him off with a lot of force.

You had a particular glow, one that he was very familiar with. He knew immediately that you weren’t the human they all grew to love

No, you were a nephilim. Your angelic roots were more prominent in the you that was pulled from the other timeline.

You became less lenient, and while he was proud of your confidence in your abilities, he missed the old you.

He missed the you that knew your limits as a human, the one that was so kind and helped his family of fallen angels

Now, whenever he looks at you, he just sees the consequences of his actions. He didn’t save you, so this is his eternal punishment.

Demonus has become his best friend along with his cursed records, especially at night when everyone else is asleep

Mammon

When Barbatos brought you back, he clung to your leg. Just a few seconds ago, he was holding your dead body.

Something was different, though. You glowed in a different way. He could tell that you weren’t the human he vowed to protect

You explained that you were a full-fledged nephilim. You had unlocked your angelic powers and therefore became stronger.

You didn’t need his protection anymore because you were able to fend for your own. It makes him feel sad whenever you tell him this.

He most definitely misses the times where he jumped in to defend you. You would come running to him in search of comfort and security

Now, whenever he looks at you, all he can feel is the regret and the guilt of not getting there in time to save you.

He won’t be out spending money in casinos or on bets. He will instead try to better himself for you. It might be because he thinks that it will fix everything, but deep down he knows that couldn’t be further from the truth

Leviathan

When Barbatos brought you back, all he could do was just stare. It was all whirling around in his head: your lifeless eyes and your current (alive) self.

From that moment, he knew that you weren’t the same. He first brushed it off as the results of a traumatic event, but he knew that wasn’t all.

No, you were a nephilim. Lilith’s powers were dormant in every generation up until you were born.

He was a bit jealous when the angels acknowledged you as a warrior just like them. It was so easy for you to be accepted back into the Celestial Realm

But he realizes that the jealousy isn’t directed at you, but the angels themselves. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were brought from another timeline.

Whenever he looks at you, all he can see is how foolish he was because he didn’t do anything as his brother killed you. He just stood there, watching.

He has noticeably stopped communication with everyone outside of his room. He drowned himself in the games he plays to distract himself from the pain.

Satan

When Barbatos brought you back, he went to embrace you but noticed you stiff up. He decided against it, but was kind of hurt.

He could tell that you were much different. Normally, you would’ve reciprocated his affection. Now here you were, cold and sober

He confronted you about your past timeline and you gladly explained that you were a nephilim. For some reason, it hurt to hear that.

You weren’t the human everyone loved. You were a strong human with angelic powers that knew how to say ‘no’. You said it multiple times, actually.

He can’t say that he didn’t deserve this. He had the chance to save you, but he just watched as Belphie killed you in cold blood.

When he looks at you, he’s reminded him of the memories you had in his room, you laying in his lap as he reads a book to you.

Everyone noticed how he seemed to draw back once again. Without the you he knew and loved, he felt like everyone went back to seeing him as Wrath rather than Satan.

Asmodeus

When Barbatos brought you back, he rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t seem to like that because you gently pushed him off, which hurt him on the inside.

He knew that you were different. You seemed to be more responsible and formal, much like Raphael when he first arrived at the Devildom.

He asks you about it and you tell him that it was because of the values instilled within you as someone who was human with angelic roots. In your timeline, the angels acknowledged you and practically raised you alongside your parents.

This made his heart shatter even more. Did this mean that his Y/N was forever gone with the wind? Just like that?

Now he held a special sort of resentment towards both Belphie and himself. Belphie obviously killed you, and himself because he didn’t try to stop him.

When he looks at you, he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful. An angelic face with a human mortality element.

He’s started staying out later and sleeping in later. He was drinking at all the parties he was going to as well as sleeping with more and more demons to keep his mind off the pain.

Beelzebub

When Barbatos brought you back, he let out an audible sigh of relief. Did this mean everything could go back to how it was before?

His question was answered when he was hit by the overwhelming sense of power and grace coming from you.

Lucifer told him that this you was a nephilim, and therefore was not to be trifled with in any personal matter since you served as a union between the Celestial Realm and the Human Realm.

For some reason his chest hurt and it felt like there was a huge weight on his shoulders after his oldest brother told him this.

He doesn’t hate Belphegor. How could he? They had known each other long before they ever met you.

He tries to act like nothing's wrong and that everything will go back to the way it was before you were killed, but he knows deep down that it won’t be anything close to ‘normal’.

His hunger had receded a lot, and he was eating less and less. He kept giving his brothers the unbelievable excuse of ‘I’m not hungry’ and would excuse himself to think about the times you both had in the kitchen without a care in the world.

Belphegor

When Barbatos brought you back, he felt relief as well. He didn’t know killing you would make him feel this shitty. You managed to steal his heart in the time you were helping him get out of the attic.

However, he knew something was different. You weren’t the same human that he just folded like a lawn chair.

He knew enough to know that you were most likely a nephilim, recognized by the Celestial Realm in all timelines.

Maybe this was his chance to start over with you? If you could manage to forgive him, at least. He did just kill you after all.

You immediately forgave him because it’s part of the angelic values you maintained. However, there was still a bit of distance between the two of you

When he looks at you, it causes him to become restless as he remembers the betrayed and pained look on your dead face after he killed you.

It’s affected his sleep. Usually, he averages 13 hours of sleep a day, but he’s been getting 2 each night. You haunt his dreams, and it fills him with regret and guilt.

Diavolo

When Barbatos brought you back, the young lord went to hug you. However, you took a step back before he managed to wrap his arms around you.

He could tell something was different about you. However, he couldn’t tell what it was until his butler told him that you were a nephilim.

Nephilims have been sprinkled here and there through history, but to see one in the flesh was something new. Especially when they were the person you held dearest from another timeline.

You weren’t less fun, but most of the time you were serious and to the point. There was no time for antics, and you always made that clear.

After a few weeks, he began to miss the old you. The you that would convince Barbatos to let him hang out for 2 hours to catch a break with you.

When he looks at you, he only feels the sadness that constantly plagues his heart. You were one of his friends, and he wasn’t able to save you. How could he ever dream of running a kingdom of demons?

Now he can be seen drowning his sorrows in the sea of paperwork and the bottles of Demonus that surround his desk, drunkenly wishing things would go back to the way they were.

Barbatos

When he brought you back, he was rushed and picked the first timeline he could see. It wasn’t until after he dragged you here that he realized his unfortunate mistake.

He knew that this specific timeline was one where Lilith was allowed to continue her relationship with her human lover, and that produced a long line of nephilims.

It was a very rare thing to see one, but how he wished that it wasn’t you. He wanted his human friend and lover back, but not even he could bring back the dead.

You were colder, but still warm enough to seem friendly. You didn’t reciprocate any affection, possibly because everyone just stood there as you were killed.

He understood where you were coming from, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. In fact, it made it hurt even more.

Now, whenever he looks at you, he feels both gratitude and regret. Gratitude because you weren’t completely gone. Regret because this wasn’t the you he had grown to love

He keeps himself busy with chores around the castle. In his rare moments of free time, he is chugging Demonus like it’s water

Simeon

It wasn’t until Purgatory Hall’s presence was requested that he found out about you being murdered by the youngest brother

He was angry to say the least, but his position as archangel kept him from doing anything too violent.

He could immediately tell that you were a nephilim, considering you were his Heavenly sibling just like the other angels were.

You immediately warmed up to him, which he was glad to see. He could tell that the others were glaring at him in jealousy.

In fact, you were more friendly with the residents of Purgatory Hall. He guesses that it’s because there was no way for them to know to come save you and therefore they were without fault in your mind.

When he looks at you, he can’t help but remember his old Y/N. The new you was great and even acted the same, but he didn’t like the tension this ordeal caused between him and the Brothers.

He will pretty much remain the same. He will try to reach out to the brothers and invite them over but they will turn their backs.

Solomon

It wasn’t until Purgatory Hall’s presence was requested that he found out about you being murdered by the youngest brother

Like Simeon, he was most definitely angry. In fact, he was just about ready to make these fools catch his immortal hands.

However, when he saw you, he was relieved. But he could tell there was something off about you. You were a nephilim

He was happy to see that you accepted his hugs and kisses, but the demons seemed a bit angry that you immediately went to him.

He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pride when he came to that realization, but it still made him quite sad that there would be this distance between all of you.

When he looks at you, he is grateful that you are still here. Instead of fixating on the past, it’s better to look to the future.

He would also remain the same. He would still help you in becoming a sorcerer if you wanted, but nothing in your relationship would change either.

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mammonsturtle · 11 months

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Chronicles of a Fallen Warrior

You Get What You Deserve Pt. 2

The last fic I published was back in January that’s really sad

Apologies for not writing anything, again, university has been killing all inspiration to write anything. My writing might be rusty, so this might just be a bit of a warm up into getting back into writing!

With the Chronicles of a Fallen Warrior series, I guess this is a follow up to this fic, even if I said there wasn’t going to be a follow up to this. Not proofread, but it’s whatever I guess. D:

CW: Mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, mentions attempted murder, bodily harm, character deaths(non canon characters)

The House of Lamentation stood in complete silence as the wind blew furiously at the brothers through the broken window. Courtesy of Mammon after his outburst and the realization as they would never change themselves for him. As if the skies were outraged with the rumble of thunder and an impending shower started to fall upon them, all the brothers do is let those words sink into them.

“If I knew this was the family I’d have after we fell, I would have never followed you Lucifer.” “Maybe if you’d all let me die, I’d be lucky enough to go back to the Celestial Realm. And never see any of you again for as long as I live.”

It was a betrayal to their brotherhood, they had treated him like they would with the lower demons. Worst than that, they treated him like an animal, with disregard to how he felt and how they had treated him over the years. Mammon suffered in silence and never fought back, all for the brothers to thrive in their literal hell. He forever loved them, even with his body, heart, and soul, his very being was beaten down by them over and over again. But yet he still put his brothers first.

They failed their big brother. Mammon had sacrificed his well being to make sure they had it good. He was the one who tried to keep them together and safe from the new dangers of the Devildom. He was the one who had decided to take on the challenge in raising the raging ball of wrath that was Satan. Mammon’s favor towards his brothers was why they got to live it up. At the cost of his own happiness, even if he gave them the world.

He failed his favorite little brother and his right hand. He may have been a gleeful sadist and never outwardly showed affection to his brothers as the Avatar of Pride, but now it was his sin that brought his brother down. Mammon had kept the family together while he grappled with their fall and the deal with Diavolo about Lilith. How could he have repaid Mammon back in kind with such cruelty and Mammon stilled called them his brothers, his family?

Demons they were, but the bond between the brothers were supposed to be stronger than anything else in the universe. Yet the bond must have been at breaking point if Mammon of all demons had gotten so outraged by them. Did he even want to come back to them even if they would be kinder to him?

Such wishful thinking.

Mammon is the fastest demon in all of the Devildom, it is a known fact. Not even the most powerful demons, Diavolo and Lucifer could match his speed. And even in his weakened state, Mammon knew he was leagues ahead of his brothers if they chose to foolishly pursue him.

The rain had turned into a downpour and hindered Mammon from heading towards the casino districts where he’d feel more at home. The constant thundering gave way to lightning that danced across the dark night, not wanting to get struck by the elements, Mammon flies into an abandoned warehouse near the district.

Crashing through the worn down windows, glass shatters as Mammon crash lands into a pile of cardboard boxes and into the old and worn packing peanuts. He groans as he groggily lifts himself out of the pile and hobbles to the closest wall and leans against it, at least he was sheltered from the rain with a conveyer belt hanging overhead.

“Fuck me man...” The Avatar groans as he feels over his wounds, he grimaces as he still felt the wounds still healing. The wounds were healing, thanks to the work of Satan or Lucifer. He closes his eyes as the thoughts, along with the tears started forming.

Would his brothers treat him with more kindness now that they almost lost him? What if it happened again? Was he worth the trouble? Was it worth the insults and the physical torment from his brothers? Why did it take near death for them to realize that they could have lost him forever?

Maybe if they did, all their troubles would just go away. The perpetual burdens that he shouldered upon them, the shame and embarrassment that came from him; that the brothers would rather pretend that he didn’t exist. His constant sin of greed was always punished, whereas his brothers were barely acknowledged. Maybe a slap on the wrist for them while the more crueler punishments were always reserved for him.

He knew one thing, he was tired. So tired of being the designated stress ball, punching bag, and the target of their problems. Since when was it decided that he was the whipping boy for everything that went wrong in this family? Did he deserve it though? If he died instead of Lilith, would the brothers have acted the same?

Oh god Lilith.

If Lilith was here instead of him, they wouldn’t have all the problems that Mammon brought with him. No one would be complaining of their belongings going missing and the complaints of Mammon just being himself and his sin, all their troubles would have just disappeared. Maybe he should have died instead of her, everyone would be happier. The thought itself was almost too tempting to fulfil for the needs of his brothers.

Would that solve all his brothers’ troubles once and for all?

He screams loudly at the thought, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse, soon being muted by the loud sound of thunder boomed up high. The Avatar soon found sleep with his thoughts as the sound of the rain soon lessened over the hours. He must have made a decision then, a set frown gracing his facial features.

Morning came as the storm had subsided, leaving the Devildom streets slick with rainwater dripping down from building signs and puddles formed on the sidewalk. The citizens could have sworn it was Lotan who caused the storm last night as the day before was a bit of a dry heat.

Things seemed normal as everyday folk went on with their day, a crowd gathered around some dead bodies that stuck out in a nearby alleyway. Mangled limbs that had been tossed around like rag dolls, the rain had washed away the blood. Of course there wouldn’t be a case if there wasn’t enough evidence on who committed the act. The passerby-s would glance and continue on their way and made their comments on such a sight and the bodies were either eaten by the gluttony demons or claimed by family.

It was the way of the Devildom as demons would either kill or be killed to survive.

Mammon walked past the scene as he headed down into the Devildom slums, the last place any of his brothers would find him. Knowing them, they were desperately looking for him in the casinos or the horse racing downs. He scoffs and wryly chuckles, as if his brothers would actually go out and find him.

If anything, the thought of his brothers looking for him and wanting him to be home with them was laughable. If something like this happened to Lilith, they would have dropped everything just to have her safe and home with them. Him though? They would have waited days, maybe weeks after and then wonder where he was, and then they’d act on finding him.

As the glittering streets of the Devildom soon turned into the dirt cobblestone pathways, Mammon looks up at the less than stellar housings and the lesser demons who stared at him as he walked through the neighborhood. Some stared with raised eyebrows, others with forced reverence for the Avatar, and some acknowledged his presence before going on with their business. It’d be the perfect place for him to reside in, after all, what better place to house a scumbag like himself?

A raven caws and lands onto Mammon’s shoulder and nuzzles against his head, reprieving him of his thoughts. Mammon gives the familiar a small smile and strokes the raven, it caws lowly before cooing into Mammon’s ear, “Really now? They said that?” He shakes his head as he continues on his way.

His brothers? Kind to him? Back then maybe when they were little cherubs and little demon, but right now? It didn’t seem likely now, and maybe not in the future.

Stopping in front of one of the housing projects, Mammon knocks on the door, his ring clinking against the worn down entrance. Silence at first, but the sounds of footsteps shuffling to the door soon came as the occupant opens the door slightly ajar. “Who is it?” A demoness’ voice quivered on the other side as she dared not look out.

“It’s me Prislea.” Mammon answers as he remains where he stands before hearing the frantic fumbling of the door locks coming undone. And Mammon yelped as he was dragged inside before the door was locked back up once more.

The small dwelling where Mammon was pulled in was common for the lesser demons of the slum as he stood in what was more or less a living room. As Mammon groans and rubs his arm and turns towards the demoness, giving a small smile. “Ya look well, I mean, what happened last night and all.” Mammon starts as he gives the latter a once over and frowns as he rubs the back of his head.

The pale demoness rubs her arm and nods as she wrinkled her nose at the white haired demon. Her ebony locks contrasted greatly against her pasty skin as Mammon could see bruises from the night before on her arms and wrists. Bright topaz eyes shyly looked up at Mammon as she lets out a sigh, the smell of blood wasn’t lost on her despite the healing spells from his brothers. “Yes, thanks to you of course.” she replies before going quiet and gives the Avatar a weak smile, “You didn’t have to go and do that Lord Mammon.”

Mammon shakes his head and shrugs, “Listen dollface, it was nothin the Great Mammon couldn’t handle. And whaddaya mean? Course I had to do somethin. I wasn’t about ta leave yer boys without their ma now.” He gives her an equally weak smile as he plops down on the worn sofa, dust popping off as he sat, “And consider ya account with them demons closed, ya ain’t gotta pay money to no loan sharks now.”

“Where are tha boys anyways?” he asks as the demoness turns her head towards the sound of footsteps coming from the other room, “Speak of the Devil-” “Mamma! I’m hungry!” Out from the back bedroom were two demon boys, little carbon copies of their mother, but with citrine orbs, though just as equally bright as her’s.

“Mr. Mammon!” the boys chirped loudly with joys as the jumped onto where Mammon was and let out a squawk as they piled on him. “Ay! Easy now boys!” he cautioned, even with his wounds healing, they still felt tender. The second born lifts the older boy off him and chuckles.

“You beat the bad guys, didja Mr. Mammon?” The younger boy asks him as the older one tries to get a hold of Mammon’s attention, “Course he did! That’s why he’s here!” Mammon was in a fit of squawks and chuckles as he tried to pry the boys off of him and Prislea shakes her head. “Come on boys, get off Lord Mammon, he’s still recovering.” The boys groan as they did as they were told and Mammon gives the boys a half smile, “Of course!~ There ain’t nothin the Great Mammon can’t do!”

Mammon ruffles both boys on the head, “How’s about the Great Mammon treat ya to some lunch? On me!” he offers as the two boy light up as they turned to their mother.

“Can we Ma?” The younger one asks as he bounces around her, and the older one nods fervently and tugs on her hand, “Please Ma!? Can we get some real food this time?” Shooting Mammon a look of ‘look what you did’, Prislea sighs and relents to the pleading eyes of her sons, “I suppose if it’s Lord Mammon’s offer, we shouldn’t decline it.”

Well fuck. Mammon left the house without his DDD and his wallet of course. His mouth always did find a way to get him into trouble and this was no different. Well, there was no time to turn back as he followed Prislea and her boys to a small cafe just outside the slums.

As the boys skipped ahead of the grown ups, Prislea noticed how quiet Mammon was as she nudged the Avatar, “Something wrong Lord Mammon? You don’t have to do this for us.” The demoness looks ahead to keep an eye on her boys before turning back to Mammon.

“Wha-? Oi. Of course I gotta, gotta make it up to ya after last night. Yer boys got the scare of their lives of course...I couldn’t let ‘em lose ya. I mean...They ain’t got a papa around..Sooo...” Mammon trails off as the demoness comfortingly puts a hand on his arm.

“You’re uncharacteristically kind for a demon Lord Mammon.” she comments as she chuckles, “It seems your angelic traits haven’t been lost even after your fall. Your brothers are lucky.” She hears her boys call for her and Mammon as she shakes her head and continues on her way.

Mammon shudders, the early years in the Devildom was quite the troubled times for the angel turned demons. Not only did they had to transition into demons, they had to deal with the ball of wrath that was Satan. Mammon did what he could to keep his family together. He tried so hard to protect his younger brothers, though Lucifer seemed to come in time to steal the thunder from him.

All Mammon did was for the good of his family, so why was it he was paid back in pain and suffering? Mammon couldn’t remember Lucifer punishing any of his younger siblings with the severity dealt on him.

Satan and Beelzebub’s penchant to destroy and consume, Asmo’s partying and revolving doors of lovers brought to the house as his brothers looked the other way, Leviathan’s constant cursed games from his Akuzon purchases causing trouble for the boys, Belphegor using the baby status of the family letting get away with just about anything and everything, and Lucifer. Dear god, if this is what he got for loyally following his big brother to the depths of hell, then maybe he might as well quit while he was still ahead.

It was only fair that they got what they give.

“Mr. Mammon!” The younger of the boys called for him as Mammon shakes his head and catches up with them. The younger one leans forward and squints at Mammon as he tilts his head, “What’s the matter? You ain’t hungry? You still hurt?”

Mammon chuckles as tussles the younger’s hair, “Nah. I’m a’ight. Ain’t nothing the Great Mammon can take!” The older brother nods as he pushes the door open, “Of course he is! He’s the Avatar of Greed, he’s the second strongest, he’s tough!”

Mammon chuckles as the family heads on in, though it dies down as he’s left outside for a moment. The title of the ‘second strongest’, it didn’t really mean much to his brothers, did it? They were lucky he never unleashed what he was truly capable of was onto them for all they did to him. He could easy wipe the floor with them, and maybe put up one hell of a fight with Lucifer if it came down to it.

‘Tough huh. I’m tough. I’m so tough I can handle anything...Except my own damn brothers.’ Mammon shakes his head as he heads on in.

“Jus put it on my tab!” Well damn, his mouth struck again, but he wasn’t going to heave this on Prislea and her boys. Mammon said he’d pay off the tab if he could just get his beloved Goldie. He had assured the staff at the cafe that he’d return with payment if they’d give him a chance to head back to the House of Lamentation.

Mammon dreaded coming back to the House of Lamentation, especially with his brothers being there, probably planning to be all sweet and kind to him. All he needed was his DDD plus the charger, and his wallet. He’d never step into the house again.

Mammon crept over to where the window to his room was. The window looked like it was untouched, perhaps unlocked even. Perhaps it was a trap to lure him in and his brothers would get him then.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Stepping into his room, it was surprisingly clean and organized, nothing like it was normally was. He had been expecting Leviathan to trash it, in the search of the figure he never stole. Or Satan coming in to trash his room as well, it’d be understandable that the fourth born would trash the room since last night?

And now was the part where his brothers jumped him, right?

Yet there was silence as Mammon silently shuffles around to gather his essentials. Reaching for his wallet and the phone charger, he frowns at his beloved Demonio 666 Lexura. How the hell was he supposed to get that out of here without his brothers knowing he was here? He huffed, some sacrifices had to be made.

The House of Lamentation was no longer a home to him if he was the only one singled out for his sin and inappropriately being punished for it. For so long he had to endure the punishments so Lucifer didn’t punish his little brothers. And in turn, his little brothers followed Lucifer’s footsteps in abusing and insulting him. Lucifer always called Mammon his favorite brother. Favorite brother to take out all his frustrations and to get off on his sadistic pleasures. By now he was sure he wasn’t even considered a brother if they’d continue this treatment of him, it was easy to cut his losses now.

Mammon takes what he needs as he lets out an exhausted sigh, and he heads towards the window. Not before a warm and familiar wind gently engulfs him what he figured was a hug.

“I’m sorry Lilith, I just can’t do this anymore.”

And with that, Mammon leaves the familiarity and safety of the House of Lamentation. Since then, the crows and ravens that hung around the house were no longer seen or heard. The House remains silent as Mammon’s absence was felt, the brothers could go on with their business, yet there was a gaping hole that they’ve tried to cover up. One that always tore open if the second born was ever mentioned.

Another sibling lost to the brothers’ actions, and one that could have easily avoided. But then again, they got what they deserved, didn’t they?

-Fin

A/N : So it’s been awhile since I wrote anything, this was mostly to see if I could back into my writing, so this might not be the best thing I wrote. Hated how I ended it but I didn’t know how to end it. Still, I might bang out some other fics when I get back into my writing groove. Thanks again for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me mammon angst #my writing #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #no MC

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whbtheories · 8 months

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Character Preview: Mammon

Domain: Tartaros

Sin: Greed

Birthday: June 9 (Gemini)

Idiosyncrasy: pygophilia

Mental condition: compulsive hoarding syndrome

Ability: creates gold and treasure, can weaponise

Theme colours: gold, black

Interest

Pygophilia is sexual arousal from the sight, touch, and idea of the derrière, posterior, bahookie... aka the humble butt.

This Mammon, as all Mammons before him, is an ass man. And it seems he enjoys sharing his own assets too.

Judging from some of the preview art, Mammon might also enjoy being a good little pet 👀

The mention of compulsive hoarding syndrome seems slightly at odds with his personality below, but is certainly in keeping with the sin of greed.

Generally speaking, Mammon has no associated month but the most likely would be December due to his links with Saturn.

But if we consider the date format MM/DD, is it any wonder the king of butts has his birthday on 69? 😏

Personality

The classical Mammon is a demon whose name is synonymous with money, wealth, and greed. Consequently, he is often depicted as miserly or careless with money, in jealous pursuit of wealth or get rich quick schemes, and invoked for favours of luck or good fortune.

WHB Mammon takes a rather different approach.

Rather than harbouring greed for all the riches of the world, this Mammon expresses no envy or jealousy for anyone or anywhere's amassed wealth, because he believes it all already belongs to him.

It's hard to fault his logic though considering the fact that wherever he walks, gold and treasure are left in a trail from his golden feet, allowing him to make truly colossal wealth by doing the bare feet minimum.

Talent or treasure that is found anywhere has clearly been placed there by he himself, and he doesn't have to question this because it must be true.

It is therefore it's his ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

As a result, he is a benevolent ruler with a generous heart - a strange turn of events for the ruler of Greed, but one that perhaps strikes a familiar chord with players of Obey Me.

It is however said that if he encounters an enemy he doesn't 'need' he obliterates them from existence.

The same treasure that his feet create can be wielded as weapons, giant golden fists rising from the ground to smack an angel back to the heavens. A warrior fallen angel, a common motif for Mammon.

Aesthetics, symbolism, and my rating in the cut! ↓

Aesthetics

As with Obey Me, the seven deadly sins are here each represented by the same seven demons, and for Greed that is Mammon.

This Mammon is unlike most portrayals of the infamous demon, though the gold horns are perhaps most familiar. He also has yellow eyes, another nod to gold (and indeed OM Mammon has some yellow in his), and his literally golden gold-generating feet.

His dark hair is an unusual choice, stark against his skin. (Mammon is generally depicted with light hair, even white or without colour.)

If we look back at some of the influences on the original Mammon, we can see that Plutus, the Greek god of wealth, is portrayed as often with dark hair as he is light, though the former may be due to historical conflation with a later name of the god Hades - Pluto.

[Plutus may be a god, but as his fable with Heracles/Hercules goes, he is the one god that the demigod refuses to meet, because the hero hates him.

Why? Because in a world where wealth is accumulated by those most evil, while the good are left to struggle in poverty, a god of wealth must indeed be a demon in their midst 👀]

Overall, gold and black is a predictable but accurate thematic choice for Mammon, invoking symbolism of royalty, elegance, and refinement as well as both joy and warning.

Like Satan he sports an inverted cross on the centre of his forehead, though his is thick and bold compared to Satan's slender symbol.

In the outfits we've seen so far, he is often bare chested, wearing a long black and gold robe pushed back off his shoulders, black pants that end in gold, arm bracers of the same, gold and silver rings on his right hand, sharp golden claws on his left, and sometimes bandaging on an arm and his torso.

The rings are befitting a magpie prince of Greed, and the golden claws are an excellent dangerous touch along with the bandages (and golden weaponry) suggesting he is very much a demon of action.

A black skintight neckpiece covers his entire neck and décolleté, ending in a large ornate black cross nestled in his generous bosom.

And that is perhaps highlighting what is the most noticeable physical attribute of this Mammon and perhaps unintentionally so...

Man has one tiny head and one gigantic set of shoulders 👀

His chest is huge, which is more than fine, demons get to have big booba, but the shoulders are of truly sattou0 worthy proportions.

Perhaps the neckpiece has squeezed his head to be smaller...

(Funnily enough, he shares both statement neckpiece and massive tiddies with the Mammon of 7 Mortal Sins.)

Ribbing aside, the horns are his actual standout feature, particularly with one of them appearing to have been broken off - in a fight? Payment? By that neck piece? Another sign of his warrior status perhaps.

And given the function of horns in WHB, is his one horn pulling double time or is he cursed with half as good experiences, or maybe a premature effusion...?

Going back to those early influences, Mammon is cognate in name with a being in Arabian mythology known as Maymun. And that being is said to be broad chested, have muscular arms, and is adorned in gold bracers, armbands, and collar 👀

He is also, as is Plutus, winged, whether in gold or black, and as well as ruler, close to the highest ruler of all over the underworld. His colours are black and gold, the same as this Mammon.

Finally, he has large horns, and his many descriptions include 'the executioner'.

The aesthetics then do very much fit a warrior and lethal force, as well as representing the corruption of all by way of wealth.

My Rating

Again I will confess my bias upfront - this was always going to be the demon I'd judge most critically, as Mammon in Obey Me is by far my favourite fictional demon of all time.

From his origins to his personality to everything about him, I adore that demon.

So I'd take my opinion here with a huge pinch of salt for that reason alone - this ain't my Mams.

(That being said, I was equally critical of WHB Satan and my favourable rating for him can be seen here.)

But yeah, I'm not a fan of the aesthetics of this Mammon at all, which isn't helped by the fact that feet are my biggest squick and his are right there xD

For personality though, I do like this take on the ruler of Greed, as it's quite a novel approach and allows for a far more laid back version of the demon, as well as leaving room for an interpretation of another sin (coming soon!) that I think has great merit. And as mentioned above, I do think his particular interests are fitting.

Most links between Mammon and Tartarus are tenuous at best, with the former often used to mean the sin of greed or object of money, and the latter a standard translation for many of the words used for the underworld/hell.

That said, Tartarus is the destination of choice for fallen angels as included in Paradise Lost, which in my view has one of the most favourable classic depictions of Mammon - one who seizes the opportunity of falling, and presses ahead to build a city of dazzling splendor for the fallen to reside within in hell.

I'll dig more into Tartarus in another blog, but it is all round a good choice for Mammon, and aligns well with this interpretation of his character.

Sorry to his fans on this one, but while I like a lot of the individual aspects of his looks, I'm just not a big fan of this guy's overall design.

4/10.

PS. OM Mammon fans - an upcoming demon ticks way more boxes for you...

Character Preview: Satan

#whb theories #whb mammon #what in hell is bad #whb #mammon #what in hell is bad theories

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heart-cream · 2 years

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𝘼 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀!

Fishl!reader angst with obey me!and yes you will infact have your real name as mc but your fake name will be f/n!

Btw f!reader,sfw

Warnings: bullying,dying and just the brothers being mean:( also I dont reccomend reading if you dont play genshin since its lowkey confusing.

As usual you were walking around with oz rambling about something. When you passed out. Your vision stabbing your back when you awoke.

"Welcome to the devildom mc!" A man with red haired yelled.

"HOW DARE YOU ADRESS THE PRINZESSIN LIKE THIS?PLUS MY NAMES f/n!" You yelled while putting your hand behind your back to see your vision still there 'oh thank barbatos..'

"𝙊𝙕 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁!"

Suddenly a purple bird appeared and started throwing electro balls everywhere while mc-I mean f/n was putting electro in her bow and shooting it.

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"Hehe what a normie introduction!" A man with purple said.

"What type of clothes is that? Should I copy it?"said a man with salmon pink hair said.

"How pointless of us being here is" said a blonde man

Why didnt I leave right then and there?

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Why? Did I stay? The tsl incident,almost dying from Lucifer,getting threatend into a pact.

Now I'm being choked here.....

*Recap*

"Why don't you give me a hug?"said the 7th brother.

"Haha prinzessin's dont hug people!" F/n exclaimed.

Right before belphegor tackled them.

"Hehahhahaaa humans were always soooooo~ weak and fragile." He sang

F/n crawled away before standing up with limp.

"WINGS OF DARKNESS!"

F/n disappeared before showing up as a bird while oz tried his best to attack belphegor it wasn't enough. It ended up with him watching his mein fraulein die. In front of him. Her strongest warrior...... has failed her.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡aftermath!"♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Mc I do think it's time for you to grow up and stop pretending your f/n from that stupid fairytale." Lucifer said with annoyance

"Mein fraulein is no fake she is f/n stop it"oz tried to defend you.

IT HAPPEND SO DAMN OFTEN!

Everytime..

"Ugh stop being so childish and grow up! You have the beauty so why waste!?" Asmo yelled.

"Will you just shut up!? I'm trying to sleep here!" Belphie yelled

"Ugh mc stop that stupid act!" Satan yelled

"Normie I'm gaming go away!" Leviathen said to you.

Right now the same thing is happening. But something's different.

"Mc please focus and stop talking about your made up kingdom" lucifer said to you at the student council meeting.

"Mein fraulein-" oz got cut off by you.

"No Its fine oz i knew one day i would have to finally grow up. You can just call me mc now....." you said while taking off your eyepatch. While oz simply stares at you for the first time you didnt call yourself the prinzessin der Verurteilung. You said mc.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡later on♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Yo f/n!wanna go to the theatres?" Mammon asked. You turned to him while staring at your vision in your hand.

"No....my names mc not f/n." You said while holding back tears still in your prinzessin outfit. The last time you would be seen wearing that.

"Ehhhhh?????w'dya mean human?" Mammon said shocked.

"Exactly what I meant mammon." You said making mammon even more shocked you didnt say 'devoted follower of the prinzessin' you actually used his name?....

Mammon walked backwards of your room and shut the door.

You stared at the vision. The vision that granted you elemental powers,the vision that gave you oz and the vision that was slowly killing you.....

After that day everything changed....

You didnt call yourself the prinzessin der Verurteilung anymore no...you said mc! You started wearing more neutral colors and stopped wearing your bat boots along with making your vision look like a necklace.

You weren't so lively anymore you didnt ramble on your life but kept to yourself Quietly.

But days and days pass and you've fallen sick.

"Oz?" "Yes mein fraulein?" "Am I dying?" "...." "I'll take that as a yes. I knew that the vision would be my downfall." You said while tears fell from your face. You never grew up. You stayed your age forever. The body of an adult the mind of a child.

Days pass...

"Hey do you guys wanna hang out?" You said to them

"Sorry mc I'm busy."

"Ugh stop being so clingy normie!"

"Please be quiet"

"Another day."

You finally gave up and went to the human world with oz. To hang out with friends but this time with your prinzessin outfit on. You enjoyed being able to act normally

"Hehe be careful on your trips f/n!" Said one of the adventures from the guild.

"Haha...the prinz..eshin....will .neverrr....fail.." you said before passing out.

You were announced dead at the hospital along with oz passing with you and with your vison.

☆☆☆☆☆☆IN THE DEVILDOM☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

"Have any of you guys seen mc?" One brother asked another "nope" every one said. You've been missing for the past month same with oz.

Ring!

It was your number? "Hello this is lucifer speaking?" "Ah hello your in one of f/ns emergency contacts. I've called to inform you that f/n has passed away the guild has barley figured out her password and found you in the contacts. Oz had passed along with her. If you wish to know her vision was slowly killing her." One of the guilf members said on the phone.

Dead silence...

"Alright thank you for calling me to inform me have a good day." Lucifer said before ending the call.

Some brothers were in shock while some started to cry into their hand..

The hand you once held.

"𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘼 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀!!"

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Hey yall thoughts? First time writing for obey me😭✌ anyways yes idk what to write here

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quill-pen · 6 months

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So... I watched Helluva Boss? And Ozzie protecting Fizz from Mammon inspired me. So I banged out a little thing. Enjoy!

@rom-e-o @m0nsterwife @ray-painter @st0r-fruit

The Declaration; A DND Scroogeverse snippet

The Priestess stared at him in that same way so many others had: Fear, disgust, abhorrence--it was all there in her eyes. Suddenly the rampaging chimera wasn't the monster anymore--he was. The disappointment, frustration, and anger that flared inside him at that, caused Ebenezer's wolf to tighten its grip on him.

This woman had traveled with their party on this quest for a week or more, had come to know him, even be friendly with him. Then just like that, at the revelation of what he was, all faith and trust she'd culminated in him--which had been strong enough for her to willingly partner with him--was gone. Washed out with the tide. It made him want to go as wild with rage as he would during the full moon and decimate everything in his path. Eb fought back the urge, clinging to the little humanity he could hold in this wolfish state. His grip on the struggling, screaming chimera tightened, and there was a sickening crunch as he broke the the base conjoined necks, severing the spinal column with his force. Immediately the creature went silent and limp.

"Y-You're... a werewolf..." the Priestess just barely uttered, voice meek and full of horror.

A bestial growl echoed from the man's chest before he could stop it. "Yes," he snarled in his wolfish voice.

"That's why you wouldn't use my sword," the woman murmured to herself in realization. "And wouldn't handle my relics like everyone else." The horror in the woman's eyes was instantly replaced with righteous fury. In the blink of an eye she was on her feet, both swords drawn and brandished towards him. "Beast!" she spat. "Hell beast! Foul! Cursed! Unfit to live!"

Ebenezer's vision began to go redder at the edges and tunnel-out, a sure sign his wolf was about to overtake him and go wild. At this point, with being threatened and seen as something to be sent back to the shadows, he was just about willing to let it. "Funny," he growled. "You were calling me 'friend' just a few moments ago, now after I've saved you, I'm just a dirty, worthless beast."

"Don't you speak to me, Demon! You're a fell monster--unclean and not worth the air you breathe. Such is the fate of the cursed and fallen." Her silver blades flashed and sang through the air as she whipped them around in an attempt to intimidate. (She really was green.) "It is part of my calling to put you poor, ruined souls out of your misery, and to keep your seed from spreading and tainting the world."

Something inside Ebenezer cracked. He released a roar of anger as he hefted the carcass of the chimera and chucked it away to clear the field between them. It fell upon and crushed one of the abandoned huts several yards away. He noted how the young woman suddenly looked unsure and a bit fearful again at such a display of brute strength. It pleased him more than he cared to admit. "Do it then," he challenged, voice dark and almost incoherent with the bleeding through of his wild nature. He flexed his fingers and his claws grew larger and sharper, still dripping with the green-black blood of the chimera.

The Priestess shook off her fear and reset the determination and anger in her eyes. "You don't think I will?" she hissed.

Ebenezer's snarling lips curled into a sinister, cheshire grin, somehow baring even more of his sharp, bloodied fangs. "A half-baked warrior priestess, nearly just torn to bits by a chimera, facing off in a battle to the death with a werewolf?" he replied with a dark, snarling laugh. "I don't think you will--I don't think you can. Fledgling."

Fire flared in the Priestess' eyes. With a cry of a anger, she slashed her sword. "Yaaah!"

There was a flash of light and a sharp, icy hot sting cut into the great gray wolf's chest. He winced and grabbed at his sternum. When he pulled his paw away, he saw more blood, only this kind was dark red: His blood. Rage boiled up inside him and his large, pointed ears flattened to his skull as he slowly looked the woman's way, all his teeth bared. His vision was going redder; she was becoming the only thing he could see and focus on. "You'll regret making me bleed, Fledgling." He licked his slavering jaws.

The woman merely gave him an indignant glare and spun her swords into new positions before using a gravity sigel to rocket herself forward. "Hhhhaaaahhhh!"

The werewolf braced himself, his wildness almost ready to pull him under. She'd cut him, yes, but he didn't fear the Priestess. Despite her power, she wasn't as skilled as she might be; her youth and bravado made her sloppy. Even now, as she came on, she was being reckless, opening herself up to a well-timed slash that would too easily cut into a chink of her armor. It was pathetic, really--almost frustrating how easy she made it.

The sound of rushing water roared in Ebenezer's ears and he felt the blast of cool, moist air as it rushed upon him. A massive cascade of water parted around him and slammed into the speeding Priestess with such force the impact ripped through the air, and carried her upwards in the splash. The woman flew skywards and then crashed to the ground, drenched, stunned, gasping for breath.

Ebenezer stared in bafflement. What the bloody-

"You better back the hell up, bitch!"

Ebenezer actually startled a bit as Bess landed in front of him in a flash of blues and grays. Immediately, the red in his eyes began to recede, his wolf started to settle. An unexpected feeling of relief came over him.

Groaning and spluttering, the Priestess started to push herself off the ground. She glowered in their direction, her eyes so dark it was amazing Bess wasn't smote down on the spot. "You're interfering in Moon Priestess affairs, Sister!"

"Since when is committing murder a Priestess affair?" Bess snapped, swords drawn, but not yet brandished.

"There is no such thing as murder when it comes to the cursed and damned, Sister--or have you forgotten your teaching?"

"I've forgotten nothing. But I do question everything."

"Heresy!"

"And if that's what I'm to be burned for, so be it."

"It's a werewolf! A beast! Poisoned, corrupted, and tainted in flesh, blood, and soul! It's a danger to the Light and must be eliminated, Sister!" The Priestess was on her feet again, summoning her fallen weapons back to her.

At that Bess readied her weapons and moved into a fighting stance. "I'm not your Sister," she growled. "And if you move against him, it'll be the last thing you ever do."

Ebenezer felt his heart stop and his stomach sink. Threatening the life of a Moon Priestess, even as an ex-Priestess, was tantamount to painting a target on one's back. The Lunar Temple did not take kindly to their kindred being threatened and often took it upon themselves to see that those with the gall to make such threats were dealt with so they may never bring harm upon the Temple again. So for Bess to be saying such things and while protecting him--another blasphemous act....it chilled the wolf to the bone as much as it warmed the deepest recesses of his soul. "Brightness," he murmured just loudly enough that only she would hear, "don't. Please."

Bess just dared to glance back over her shoulder at him but did not back down from her stance.

"You're protecting it?!" the Priestess bellowed in indignation.

"I'm protecting him," Bess corrected, "yes. With my life, I protect him--just as he protects me with his."

The younger female snorted. "You truly expect me to believe a beast of darkness and corruption--a mindless, monstrous, child-devouring demon of bloodlust, would protect anything other than itself?"

Bess smirked. "There's a lot you and the Temple don't know about werewolves," she taunted. "Or any so-called "beast of darkness" for that matter."

The Priestess became quiet for a long moment, a curious look on her face. Her eyes darted back and forth between the ex-Priestess and the beast standing behind her, as though she were trying to work something out--add something together. Finally realization flashed into her eyes. "You love it," she breathed in disbelief. "You're in love with the beast."

"Don't, Bess," Wolf insisted more loudly this time. It was bad enough she'd already threatened this woman; if she confessed to breaking the most sacred of the Sisterhood's commandments by loving one of the cursed and damned--that was it. She would be corrupted just as he was in the eyes of the Lunar Temple. She would be one of the number of fell creatures on their list to snuff out.

But Bess. Didn't. Back. Down. "Yes," she answered clearly, unashamedly. "Yes, I do love him. With everything that I am, was, and could ever hope to be, I love the werewolf, Ebenezer Scrooge."

The young Priestess' blades sang again as she slashed them savagely about. "Then you are a heretic and blasphemer!"

Bess' face hardened and went dark. Her grip on her swords tightened. "And you never should've left home, Girl."

I'mma let you guys decide if Bess killed her or sent her packing with her tail between her legs and a message for the Temple to leave Bess' Pack alone.🤗

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anawkwardgalnamedtarazan · 2 months

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Introducing,,,

📯Gabriel Goldenrod🎺

Herald angel of visions and messenger of Heaven!

🌟🌟🌟

Headcanons, of course.💛

One of the top students of the Archangel Academy's Visionary Track, with all the prophets and messengers.

He is one of Michael's closest friends from the Academy, despite being on different tracks and being basically polar opposites when it comes to their temperament. They often bond about their favorite legends from the first generation of Angels, and they went to the same young warriors' club (a recommendation from the Visionary Track to protect the mortals they preach). Pretty soon, he became almost as powerful as his friend and was annointed as Mike's lieutenant in battle.

Aside from horn blowing and super speed, Gabe also has the ability to understand and talk to any animal across the universe.

A total trickster and a brilliant military tactician. Can outsmart any con artist, like Mammon, create illusions and countermeasures to fool his opponents, and is an all around witty guy who's up for a good laugh. In fact, these wits are what gave him an advantage against Belial, one of the older fallen angels, during the Rebellion.

Being one of the more free spirited of the Archangels, Gabe believes all angels deserve a chance to shine, even the fallen ones. As the next generation of Angels were created, he tried to be a big brother to them during their times of need.

Along with delivering messages and revelations, Gabe was also leads many of Heaven's concert with sweet tunes from his horn and slick dance moves, which he tends to weaponize.

Probably the Archangel most associated with the Mortal Plane, encouraging mortals to use their talents an d resources for good and lead them to righteousness... unless they do something really messed up. He especially loves working with children as he sees them as the future of humankind.

Can talk with mortals and other Astral creatures in their dreams.

Helped Jophiel and the Warrior Track design the rock lions in Rugged Ridge to protect Calix Animi's history.

Invented coffee according to Qu'ran.

Learned to cause earthquakes and tidal wings with the power of emotion.

Can create structures from light, shadows, and air.

One of the few Angels to have more than 1 personal Cherub, his two Cherubs named Chaz and Cha-Cha (almost every Cherub has a "Ch-" or "C" name btw-_-) to act as additional help for messaging or as backup singers or trumpeters.

Also....

#gabriel #gabe #gabriel “gabe” goldenrod #cuphead ocs #angels #archangels #cherubs #the cuphead show #renew the cuphead show #cuphead #heaven

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years

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THE BROTHERS MET THE UNKNOWN GOD

NOTE: OBEY ME X GENSHIN IMPACT

WARNING: CURSING and SWEARING Ft. The Brothers (except Satan), Lilith and the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.

Synopsis:

To save the man she loved, Lilith committed an unforgivable sin against the Heavenly Principles and she was condemned. To save their sister, Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor rebelled against the Celestial Realm’s authority. Father crushed their rebellion immediately. All the brothers and those angels who followed their rebellion were condemned to everlasting pain and misery.

Story:

Lucifer’s rebellion was crushed. Father was omnipotent, no one could defeat Him. He was the Creator of Heaven and Earth, and everything in the universe. Yet, for his sister, Lucifer rebelled against his Maker, knowing full well he didn’t stand a chance and he was a fool for doing that. But his heart told him it was the right thing to do, even if it costed him all things he had in the Celestial Realm.

As Lucifer fell, he saw his brothers and his comrades, one by one, fell from Heaven, like lightning. Their forms began to change, horns started to appear on their head, many had their wings disfigured, others lost their wings and gained a tail. All were headed for one destination - the Devildom.

As Lucifer fell, he looked up to the Heaven, this might be the last time he was allowed to see it. His last appreciation of the Celestial Realm was soon replaced by hatred: hatred for Father, for His Angels, for the human He created and loved so dearly. It was because of a human that Lilith brought ruin on herself.

“Wait, is that...”

As Lucifer was falling, he saw Lilith fell from the Heaven. He also heard the screams of his brothers. the twins Beelzebub and Belphegor in a distance. Using his remaining strength, Lucifer caught Lilith, his youngest sibling and only beloved sister, whom he had doted so much on. That was when he saw the arrow that had pierced her heart.

“CURSE YOU, FATHER! YOU, YOUR ANGELS, YOUR HUMAN AND ALL YOUR CREATIONS! FUCK ALL OF YOU!”

Thus Lucifer’s hatred for God and His creations caused him to curse his Creator for the first time as he fell.

Most human weren’t aware of what happened. To them, that day, several lightning struck from Heaven to earth. Many had to find shelters because they feared the lightning would strike them. However, some prophets and hermits caught a glimpse of what happened. They saw Lucifer fell to Hell like lightning, along with many other angels.

“And he [Jesus] said to them: I saw Satan like lightning falling from heaven.” (Luke 10:18 - DRA)

“Ugh...damnit! No...it can’t be...?” Lucifer embraced Lilith’s body in his arms. He knew he couldn’t do anything to save her. Tears were rolling down from his eyes.

Standing beside Lucifer, Mammon stood, his eyes had no life in them. If one looked closely, they could see the tears had all dried up. The fallen warrior had no more tear to cry.

“Please, Lilith, please wake up! Open your eyes!” Leviathan cried, he was holding Lilith’s hand, which gradually turned cold.

“No!” Asmodeus’’s appearance was disheveled from all the tears and sweats of the battlefield.

“It...it was all my fault. I couldn’t protect her!” Beel knelt down and punched the ground. He kept punching it until his fists were covered in his own blood.

“If...if my eyes hadn’t met Beel’s back then, he would have protected Lilith, instead of me. IT WAS MY FAULT, ALL MINE, I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE DYING, NOT HER!” Belphie screamed on top of his lungs.

As the brothers were mourning Lilith, they didn’t notice a black portal opening on the empty sky of Devildom.

“ARROGANT ANGELS!”

All looked up and saw a white haired woman floating in the middle of the sky.

“Wh...who are you?” Mammon shouted.

“The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles” the woman replied.

“What do you want? Go away before I annihilate you!” Belphie growled.

Beel got up and used his body to shield Lucifer and Lilith.

“She, who was the cause of your fall, I’ll take her away.” the Sustainer said.

“OVER OUR DEAD BODIES!”

Five brothers, except Lucifer who was still holding Lilith, dashed towards the Sustainer in their newly demon forms and attacked her. They didn’t bother to wipe the tears on their eyes. It was like they didn’t care about anything anymore, including themselves. The only thing in their minds was protecting Lilith, their beautiful sister.

The Sustainer didn’t move an inch, from her hand, strange black cubes began to appear and trapped the brothers.

“Huh, what!?”

However the brothers tried, they couldn’t free themselves from the cubes. Soon, all of them lost consciousness.

“So you are the one Father created to replace me.” Lucifer said as black cubes began to surround him and Lilith.

The Sustainer didn’t reply. Gritting his teeth, Lucifer stood up and dashed towards the Sustainer. He took out his sword and began to attack her.

“An arrogant and foolish beast!”

Lucifer was also no match for the Sustainer. His sword was soon trapped in the strange black cubes. Lucifer abandoned his sword and began to rely on his new demon power. Yet, the black cubes kept absorbing his attacks like they were nothing. The black cubes connected to form a large black serpent, it coiled around Lucifer and soon trapped him in its grip.

As Lucifer was struggling to escape, he saw hundreds of black cubes surrounded Lilith, and soon she disappeared. It was like some transportation magic.

“G...give me back...my sister!”

Everything went black.

The next time Lucifer opened his eyes, he and his brothers were already inside the Demon Lord’s Castle.

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library-of-tua · 5 months

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A Story of Sin: Part 1

Let me tell you a story from Hell. A story of how things came to be, but first let me tell you of how things were.

When Lucifer and his fellow fallen angels were cast into Hell, their forms were transformed to match their true natures. The strongest of these fallen angels all fought on how to unite Hell in order to challenge God. Even after a century, they never reached a conclusion. They all inevitably settled their own domains in Hell, including Lucifer, who created the Domain of Sin.

Lucifer then recruited five of his most trusted allies and one other.

The first was Beelzebub, who he appointed as warmaster and the Chancellor of Gluttony.

Next was Mammon, who was appointed to be a voice of reason and the Chancellor of Greed.

Third was Satan, the most ferocious warrior on the side of the fallen, who was appointed to be Chancellor of Wrath.

The fourth was Belphegor, brother of Beelzebub and the most inventive of the fallen angels. He was appointed to be the Chancellor of Sloth.

Then there was Asmodeus, who, during the century of Hell’s infighting, became the most powerful dark magician, capable of performing the most evil miracles and manipulations with ease. For this power, Asmodeus was appointed to be the Chancellor of Lust.

Lastly, Lucifer went to the oceans of Earth and sought out the great serpent Leviathan whose envy for God’s love was immeasurable and perfect for corruption. Leviathan was soon appointed as the seventh and final chancellor: The Chancellor of Envy.

For the next 45 millenia, the seven chancellors of sin conspired against God, paying no mind to the rest of Hell. Each chancellor created legions of fiends that reflected their ideals and form, and collectively, they formed a strict, complicated hierarchy with many ranks and lines of command.

The rules were complicated, and many were unnecessary. There were uniforms, segregation, and even an unwritten hierarchy of the sins themselves. There were eight rankings total with the chancellors at the very top. Then there were the unranked, those that were weak and insignificant from which all fiends of sin are forced to rise from.

The lowest title a fiend could achieve was Junior Elite, who could command up to 10 unranked fiends. Above that was Elite, who commanded 100 Junior Elites and all of their subordinates each. Third was the title of Junior officer who commanded 100 Elites and all of their subordinates each, with this pattern continuing from Officer to Administrator, and Senior Administrator.

The seventh and last achievable ranking was Vice Chancellor, of which there can only be one per chancellor.

There was the Vice Chancellor of Pride, Paimon Luciferin;

the Vice Chancellor of Gluttony, Eligos Zal’lan;

the Vice Chancellor of Greed, Seir ‘Ashar;

the Vice Chancellor of Wrath, Aim Ze’ev;

the Vice Chancellor of Sloth, Astaroth Peor;

the Vice Chancellor of Lust, Lilith of Eden;

and lastly, the Vice Chancellor of Envy, Forneus Livyatan.

Despite being an achievable rank, there had only been one instance in which that has occurred, but that is for later, for now this is where the story of how things came to be begins.

We follow an unranked succubus, so small and insignificant that even her peers fail to notice her. This succubus’ name is Cooper Akal Ashmed’ai.

It is important to note that as a sin fiend grows stronger, the more unnatural their characteristics become and the shorter their tails grow. With that out of the way, let us continue.

Cooper had a dark complexion throughout her whole body. Her hair was so dark it was almost purple and her skin was a rich umber brown. There were a number of traits about her though that were unusual for a lust fiend to possess. One of the most notable was that, instead of bearing a singular horn typical of a succubus or incubus, she grew two horns, one above each eyebrow. Then there was her double fangs that are synonymous with gluttony fiends, otherwise known as gutturum. Cooper had an ornamented tail end much like wrathful totibellem, and even the unsettling dexterity of envious intuvolums.

Cooper’s semi-chimeric appearance caused the very few who did notice her to alienate her, and possibly worst of all, she was incapable of specialization, a vital ability that a lust fiend must have to survive.

Cooper believed she was inherently superior to all of Hell, and she clung to this belief tighter and tighter as she slowly starved. After being starved for almost a month, Cooper started to lose her sense of self preservation and began wandering, no, shambling into open streets and segregated areas.

In a barren alleyway that verged an envy and wrath district, Cooper found an unconscious retririmus (a sloth fiend) covered in wounds caused by some totibellem. Cooper’s stomach growled as she drooled uncontrollably. Hunger took control of her body as she began to tear apart and devour the now screaming retririmus. She clawed out large chunks of the fiend’s abdomen, shoveling them into her mouth. She bit off the tendons in the creature’s arms and legs when it tried to crawl away. When Cooper got tired of the thing’s screaming, she clawed her way through the fatty throat and scratched out the larynx. She lapped up the sweet, fragrant blood off of the filth covered ground. She continued her feast even when there was no more flesh left to consume, swallowing the bones, one by one. It was over in a matter of minutes. Despite it being over twice her size initially, Cooper devoured the entire fiend.

Cooper began to stand, but something was off. In this brief moment of lucidity, she looked down at her legs and realized she grew in size. She frantically felt her horns, her arms, her back and her rear and noticed all of the little changes, shaking with fear. That fear quickly dissipated, as she held herself limply and began to laugh. She was laughing at the chancellors and the system they had created. “No longer shall I be starved of the adoration I so deserve,” Cooper spoke out. “Soon, all of Hell will have its head turned towards me.”

The next day, Cooper went over to a greed district and stalked one of the few circumvellem not caught up in their hoard and lured them into the alleyways. There, she made her attack. She gouged the circumvellm’s heart and scratched their singular eye repeatedly, but unlike the retririmus from the day before, this fiend fought back. Despite the unexpected retaliation, Cooper kept attacking, managing to bite several chunks out of her prey. It was difficult to find vulnerable spots on its body however, as circumvellem naturally have bony plates and protrusions across their bodies. Cooper soon found herself struggling to keep her prey pinned down. It then barely managed to roll over and kick Cooper in the gut before running away.

Cooper slinked away into the shadows, retreating to the dumps at the edge of the sin domain where she began her life. She stood there, as still as a statue for a brief moment before erupting with fury and rage. She threw anything and everything she could pick up. After almost an hour of screaming, Cooper’s voice grew hoarse. All she could do now was growl and hiss. Then a small but distinguished voice came from somewhere in the piles of waste. “Oh good. You’re done embarrassing yourself. It was disgusting seeing you act out of your nature. Since you appear to be done pretending to be a totibellem, why don’t you go back to fucking men in their sleep or whatever it is you succubi do for a living.”

Tears of rage rolled down her face as Cooper twitched uncontrollably. Cooper tried to yell, but all that came out was a quivering whisper, “Don’t mock me, you little shit.” The voice spoke again, “What are you standing there for, all teary-eyed and twitchy? I thought I told you to get out of here.” Cooper’s entire upper body snapped to face the direction the voice came. “Oooooohh, did I make you mad? Are you so fed up with being a dirty little succubus that you’re pretending to be other types of fiends, now? Absolutely DISGUSTING!”

Cooper bolted towards the voice and punched through a small viewing hole made in the garbage pile. A loud yelp came out as she sporadically felt around the tiny room within. She slowed down her movements, now carefully feeling the room. She briefly felt something inhale. “Why are you holding your breath? You’re not scared of a little succubus, are you,” Cooper wheezed. She extended her hand further and began to feel a face so desperately trying to get away. She moved her hand further up and felt a head with soft, curly hair. Cooper began to bring her arm back, and the hidden fiend let out a sigh of relief. Cooper’s arm then grabbed the fiend’s face in the blink of an eye and dragged them out through the view hole.

As Cooper expected, the fiend was an anteprud, the most prideful type of fiend. He tried to beg for mercy through puckered lips, but his pleas fell on ears unwilling to listen. She squeezed the anteprud’s face until it began to bleed. She then whispered into his ear, “How is this for how a succubus should behave?” She then started to slowly lick the dripping blood off of the anteprud’s face, who began squirming and flailing with fear and disgust. He tried to push away but her grasp grew tighter. “Nuh uh uh… You told me to act by nature, and my nature says to make you keep your eyes. On. ME.”

Cooper pinned the anteprud to the ground and slowly broke each of his limbs. Everytime he tried to look away or shake his head in agony, Cooper forced him to look at her. Every scream made Cooper smile more and more salaciously. “W-what… are you,” the anteprud sputtered through bloody lips. Cooper grinned maliciously, “I’m the one who Hell belongs to.” The anteprud’s eyes widened with fear as he spat out the blood that filled his mouth. “You’re absolutely crazy! YOU’RE DELUSIONAL! YOU ARE COMPLETELY INSANE! YOU’RE JUST A STUPID NO NAME SUCCUBUS!”

Cooper smothered the fiend’s mouth with her hand. “My name is Cooper Akal Ashmed’ai and my name WILL be spoken of across all corners of Hell.” Cooper began to gently twirl the anteprud’s hair in her fingers. “Now, let me tell you, a no name anteprud, how you’re going to be prepared.” “Prepared for what,” the fiend asked meekly. “To be eaten, of course,” Cooper beamed hungrily. Her meal began to scream in terror. “Oooooohh, did I make you scared? Are you so used to lying to yourself about your own importance that you can’t handle the thought of part of something that is actually as great as they claim to be,” Cooper mocked.

She dragged her meal to a nearby rock and described her actions as if they were instructions for a recipe. She repeatedly slammed the back of fiend’s head against the rock until it split open, peeled the top of the skull off, and poured the brain and its fluids into the makeshift bowl. She then tore off each of the limbs and separated the flesh from the bone. She popped the hand and foot bones in her mouth as an appetizer before beginning to peel the skin away from the chest and stomach. When the skin was out of the way, she tore out the abdominal muscles and wrung the blood into her open mouth. Cooper then sloppily extracted the organs and placed them in the skull bowl with the brain. She grabbed one of the ulnas and stirred the organs until they were almost mush. She then removed the rest of the muscles from the body and then began preparing the bones. She dumped the vertebrae into the organ stew as well as broken ribs. She then wrapped the long bones in the muscles and placed them on top of the pelvis which was being used as a plate. After that, the meal was ready.

She began scarfing down one meat wrapped bone after another, occasionally using some of the organ stew to wash it down. After finishing the meat-wrapped bones, she used the ulna to break apart the pelvis and skull into small pieces. She proceeded to eat the shards like chips and then finished by swallowing the ulna whole.

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Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease?

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up.

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?”

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled.

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

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Demigod MC Series: Ares

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares

Lucifer

He cannot overstate what kind of damage this mortal was able to do in their first few seconds in the Devildom...

The instant they got to their feet, they had managed to incapacitate Satan and knock down Beel. Lucifer himself tried to get between them and Diavolo but…

If he hadn’t moved his head, if he was standing just ONE INCH to the left… he wouldn’t have a head anymore. Barbatos was there to intervene, but had he not they could have probably taken out the Avatar of Pride and done critical damage to the Demon Prince himself in one strike...

Frankly, Lucifer prefers not to dwell on that moment... He's sure Ares must be proud of this one...

He pretty much treats the mortal like a live bomb afterward, if he can get away with not interacting with them at all, that’s what he’ll do.

He’s NOT scared of them... much... It’s just that they have a bullish and uncooperative attitude at best and since they know they can take any of them, they don't even consider him - Lucifer, the eldest demon brother - a threat...

But you know what the most frustrating thing is? They won't give him an inch of respect, but they'll always listen to Levi! Levi!!

Look, Lucifer knows he may not hold a rank among the Hell's army and he might not have been a major player in the Celestial/Demonic wars of the day, but he's still the strongest demons here, dammit!! 😡

Lucifer finds nothing is more embarrassing than having to ask Levi of all people to keep the mortal in line because he can't... Oh, the humiliation… He hopes they leave soon...

Mammon

At first, he thought they were scary. But in time he thought they were scary… and also pretty damn awkward.

Mammon wasn’t there when they more or less wiped out the majority of his brothers in the Conference Hall but when he finally showed up he'd never seen Lucifer look so pale… If THAT doesn't make you shit your pants, he doesn't know what will.

Naturally, he kind of toned it down on the "stupid human" stuff real quick after seeing that…

But here's the thing. After the two made a pact together, Mammon started to notice that the MC wasn't all that mean, they were just… violent?

He legitimately thought that they couldn’t stand him for a while until one day a guy on the street called him a dirtbag. The MC threw a punch right there! No questions asked, they just decked that guy!!

It was kind of touching… and messy. Very messy. Did he mention that they’re terrifying yet? 😥

As it turns out, the MC has apparently spent a lot of their life just fighting things and being asked to fight things so they're not very used to showing non-violent affection…

It took him awhile, but he realized that their way of saying, "I like you," is, "I will attack your enemies." So now all he does when his brothers tease him is say, "I'm telling MC!'' and they'll stop immediately. It's great!! 😁

Considers them to be his bodyguard when he goes out to gamble in some… shadier places. Most of the time not even the bouncers want to take on the MC, ain't nobody getting paid enough to lose that many teeth…

Leviathan

Okay, so. It's not very obvious anymore, but he USED to be on the front lines of the war against demons in the Celestial Realm. He was in charge of battle strategies, he led armies, and even now he still holds the highest rank of the royal navy!

So leave it to the kid of a war god to sniff all that out about him, huh…? They appeared to know all about his record the instant they saw him and they actually seemed to respect him for it!

For context, this mortal tells pretty much everybody to shove off but any time he’s around they call him “Admiral” or “sir” and actually pay attention to what he says! He can tell it drives Lucifer insane, but honestly? It’s a bit of an ego boost. 😌

It’s sort of cute when they come to him asking for tactical advice… They get just as into it as he does with his anime and any time he points out something that they haven't seen before they get so excited it's like they're a kid watching a magic trick. HUGE ego boost. 😏

Speaking of anime, it’s hit or miss whether or not they can watch any of it. Anything with good fight scenes (and let’s be honest, not that much talking) they’re on board for. But if the hero and the villain talk to each other for like an episode before throwing punches then the MC will just rant...

MC: “The enemy is distracted... Why aren’t they attacking yet??”

Levi: “Because the villain killed the hero’s best friend and they’re-”

MC: “They could avenge their friend right now if they ended things right here!”

Levi: “MC, we’ve been over this... That’s not how plot works.”

MC: “And now he got away!! See?? They should have killed him when they had the chance!”

Levi: “*sigh*... Let’s just play some CoD.”

Satan

The last thing he remembered when the “human” hopped out of the portal was a sharp pain to the side of the temple and Asmo wailing as he fell unconscious…

Yeeeeah, not great. And unfortunately for the mortal the Avatar of Wrath tends to hold a grudge…

For a comparatively brief moment in time, all of Satan’s considerable ire had shifted away from Lucifer and to their new housemate. They found their bed, clothes, pillows, food, and even their toothbrush cursed!

… But Ares kids must be built from some strong stuff, because half of what he employed didn’t even faze them! He even put an explosive spell on their backpack and not only did they tank the blast, it didn’t hurt them at all!! It was like they’re damn near immortal!

Annnnd they kind of are. Apparently the MC had taken a dip in the River Styx at some point before and became nigh invulnerable…

Was it maybe a little terrifying to know that they had kidnapped a nearly invincible demigod on the level of Achilles? Yes. Did that also mean that they must have had a weakness too? In theory....

Satan honestly devoted a depressing amount of time trying to uncover the “Achilles’ Heel” of his new sworn enemy… until…

The MC was walking with him and Asmo to RAD one morning when they passed by a group of lesser demons harassing a small puppy. Now Satan may be more of a cat man, but NO ONE fucks with animals while he’s around.

He was right about to go over and rip those demons a new one but the MC actually beat him to it! Apparently, the second that they realized what was happening, they launched themselves forward and started bashing the abusers' heads into a wall!

… Live by violence, forgive by violence because in that very moment Satan decided they weren’t so bad after all. He even joined in!

Oh, Asmo gave them both shit all day for the bloodstains on their uniforms and the scratches on their… everywhere, but it’s not like either of them cared. Righteous justice had been served and it was glorious!!

100% would team up with the MC in some kind of vigilante “punish-all-animal-abusers” gig. They have but to ask. 😌

Asmodeus

Oh they TERRIFIED Asmo when they first showed up! How else was he supposed to react?? They brought down his brothers like they were made of cardboard!!

Though he had to admit that the confident, battle-ready look they had about them was sexy as hell, he knew better than to go bear poking! 😣 He avoided them like plague until they finally asked him for a pact.

And then he discovered something… something very unexpected….

They're actually adorable!!!

Okay, like, not in appearance (they look like they could pile drive Cerberus for Pete’s sake!) but he discovered that they have NO CLUE how to handle physical affection. Like zero!!

The first time Asmo actually got the courage to try and hug them he expected them to toss him off, but instead they just stood there like a malfunctioning doll, all flustered and confused… It was so cute!!! 🥰

From that point on, Asmo would take every chance he could to wrap his arms around them or kiss their cheeks just to watch them try and fail to handle it. It's more fun than picking on Levi!!

It took two months for them to finally attempt any kind of reciprocation and even that was adorable! They pecked him on the forehead without thinking about it then nearly passed out from the realization. Apparently, they had never felt like kissing anyone before so he was quite honored!

The brothers know that if the MC's looking too mad to listen to Levi, they just need to call Asmo. A nigh invincible warrior becomes a LOT less scary after you’ve cuddled them into submission! 🤭

Beelzebub

Beel didn't like them one bit, at least not at the beginning. They had managed to get past him and actually attack Lucifer which was NOT a great first impression on their part...

He honestly saw them as a threat for a while, but unlike the rest of his brothers he didn’t avoid them. He just kept an eye on them.... constantly….

Look. Beel is a big guy. Stealth is not his strong suit… If he's tailing you, you're probably going to know about it because there's a six-foot something behemoth in orange following you around while pounding down bags of chips. He's not very subtle…

That being said, after following them around for a while the two finally got to talking and he realized that they didn’t want to hurt anybody or anything. They were just acting on instinct before.

After making the MC promise not to hurt any of his family, they got on much better terms. Hell, he actually got them into fangol!

Beel's sport of choice is pretty much just ultra-violent American football so the MC took a liking to it instantly! After enough begging, the coach let them try out and they got onto his team immediately.

He likes having them as a teammate! They're very good at the game, uh... even if they take it a little too seriously…

They once tried to convince his teammates to decorate the team bus with "the helmets of their fallen foes." They're REALLY into the sport… But hey, they haven't lost a game since they’ve joined. It’ll be fine!... Probably.

Belphegor

Hahaha… He’s in danger… 😥

It took one look at this mortal to make him rethink the whole, “Trick the Human” plan… Since when have humans looked like that?? They could crush his skull under their heel!!

It took all he had in him to play it cool when they first met because his internal monologue was nothing but screaming… THIS was the "human" he had to use to get him out of there?? How in the WORLD was he going to kill them?!

Admittedly, he had to think about it for a while. Belphie's a clever guy… and a demon. So who needs an honorable fight, anyway? If he can’t win one-on-one, then he’ll cheat!

He waited until the MC got the door open and didn't attempt a frontal assault… No laughter, no gloating. He just waited for them to turn their back, claws ready to dig out their heart, and then-!

MC: "Do you really want to try that?"

The MC must have had some kind of danger sense, because they didn't even have to turn around to know what Belphie was doing…

MC: "Look. I like Beel and you're his twin brother… So I'm willing to let this slide. But if you really want to try me…"

MC: *looks over their shoulder with the glare of a bona fide killer* "I won't hold back."

That was... very persuasive.

The MC brought Belphie down to the others peacefully with his tail between his legs and honestly Lucifer was more relieved that he wasn’t a bloodstain on the floor than he was mad… They could have killed him sooo easily…

They did, indeed, forgive and forget about the whole “attempted murder” thing, though Belphie was never quite able to shake off how frightening they were in that moment… He had nightmares for a while.

Thankfully, Asmo clued him in that the MC would melt into a harmless puddle of fluff if they got even the slightest bit of physical affection... Oh, the sweet payback he could dish out... It’s cuddle time. 😏

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods #obey me headcanons

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mammonsturtle · 2 years

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Chronicles of a Fallen Warrior

-You Get What You Deserve-

A quick Mammon angst while I figure out how I want to outline the next part of All We Do. Maybe this will be a series of angst standalones with Mammon? Please read with caution! CW: Mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, attempted murder/suicidal thoughts, bodily harm

“Lucifer!! Mammon stole my limited edition Ruri-chan figurine! Damn scumbag’s going to sell it on Dbay!”

“Has anyone seen the rare manuscript Solomon lent me? Don’t tell me Mammon stole it to sell it. I’ll wring him by his neck when he gets back!”

“I bet that bastard stole my Hellion No.666 perfume collection! I’ll have him know that it only comes out once every 666 years!”

“Who ate my Haunted Burgers and my RIP Burgers?!?!” The sound of the kitchen about to fall about again was going to go down if he wasn’t appeased.

“I can’t find my memory foam pillow from the human world. Of course he stole it. Geez, what a bother.”

This should have been normal by now, but with the heavy workload given by Diavolo and the deadline soon approaching, an irrate Lucifer finally slammed his pen down. Seeing how Mammon was the only brother not present, it was safe to assume that he was hiding out elsewhere since he committed all the thefts from his brothers.

Finding his upset and agitated brothers at his office doors, Lucifer huffs and rubs his temples. “Mammon’s not here is he?” he asks as it seemed tying him up wasn’t going to suffice, “Very well, we have to punish Mammon together when he gets back. Does that sound fair?” he inquires as his brothers all nod in agreement.

His brothers would have a chance to be Lucifer for a few moments, and it was safe to say it was terrifying at best.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on Mammon!”

“If this doesn’t beat any sense him, I don’t know what will.”

“Does anyone know his tender spots?”

“He deserves it after all.”

The moment the front door opened, the brothers were ready to pounce on Mammon as they made their way to the entrance. They would have, had it not been the wind that carried the smell of blood to the six brothers. It might as well been a curse that they could smell blood, Mammon’s blood was quite strong as the second born made his way in.

Heavy footsteps echoed against the marble floor as Mammon’s dull ocean blue eyes met the shocked looks of his brothers. Who, in turn gazed upon the state of their brother. His snow white hair was caked with blood and dirt, along with his clothes being torn and covered with blood and dirt as well. No one said a thing before Beelzebub meekly broke the silence, “...Mammon?” Mammon gave his little brother a look before his eyes closed and his body gave out.

Everything had gone black, but luckily for Mammon, he wouldn’t feel his body hit the floor.

It was safe to say with all the brothers, any desire to punish Mammon had quickly dissipated as they wanted answers of how the Avatar of Greed ended up in this state. It wasn’t pretty but the brothers all joined in helping Mammon heal, and it had been decided that he’d stay in Lucifer’s room.

As Beel gently placed Mammon on the bed, a grimace was plastered as the smell of his brother’s blood turned his stomach into knots. Asmo and Belphie were to help with making him comfortable, as Belphie leant Mammon one of his best pillows. While Asmo would clean him up and much to their shock, found multiple claw marks, gashes and stab wounds littered across his chest and neck area.

“I....I can’t do this..” Asmo trembled as his hand with the cleaning rag shook, any feeling of wanting to punish Mammon for the theft offense was long gone. He knew he always insulted his older brother and wished harm to him. But when it actually came true, especially like this. He wished he could take it all back.

“It’s fine Asmo, I’ll patch him up.” Satan told him as he took the rag, bodily harm was nothing new to him and he knew how to patch up his brother. Asmo silently nodded as he decided to clean up his brother’s hair, the blood and mud by now had been dried and stiff.

The brothers were mostly quiet as Satan had bandaged up Mammon, and Leviathan had come back with a fresh set of Mammon’s clothes, “....How bad is it?” he questions quietly as the bloodied bandages spoke for themselves.

“I know Mammon’s an idiot and his schemes always land him in trouble, but...I’ve never seen Mammon this badly injured.” Satan seethed quietly as he stood to clean his hands of the blood, it was easy to feel the wrath roll off from his shoulders.

Gazing at his sleeping brother’s form, guilt bubbled in his stomach as he went over and drew the blanket over him. As if the fall was happening again, he closes his eyes and gently stroked his hair. “Let him rest, I will inform Lord Diavolo. Once we get the green light, we will do away with the assailants.”

It seemed no one was interested in dinner as Lucifer walked out of the room for a moment to call Diavolo. The brothers were quiet before Beelzebub was the first to speak up. He cleared his throat as all the brothers gazed upon him as he looked like a dog that had been scolded.

“About my burgers...I got a text from the restaurants that I forgot them there...Mammon didn’t do anything.” The sixth born told them guiltily as he didn’t even look like he wanted to go and get his beloved burgers. If anything, he’d wanted to get them so that he could them to Mammon. It wouldn’t fix anything, but he wanted his big brother to feel better, even just a little.

Belphie slowly nodded as he looked as guilty as his brother, “Erm. I found my pillow, it was in the attic with my other pillows.” he mumbled as he fiddled with the hem of his cow pillow, and looked to the other brothers if their missing things were still with them. That pillow though, Belphie remembers that Mammon gave to him as a gift from the human world, he knew despite all the crap he’s put through, he still thought well of his baby brother.

Satan scanned his brothers on who would speak up next, but sighed in defeat as he spoke next. “I got a call from Solomon, it turns out he has that manuscript. And that I had already gotten all I needed from it, a week ago.” he admitted as he frowned, his heart aching for his brother, the one who first took him in after their fall. Yet the need to go on a rampage on those who had put him in his current state, he couldn’t shake that off.

Seeing Satan speak up, Asmo fiddled with his black scarf and let out a heavy sigh. “I found my perfume...it was muddled with last night’s party favors.” he mumbled as he chewed his lip in thought. Somewhere along the collection of makeup and perfume, he had found several Devilstyle magazines where he and Mammon where on the covers, wishing he could have the confidence to actually be proud that Mammon was his brother.

Looking down, Levi twiddled his thumbs as he spoke next. “My figurine...It was actually in my room, it was just there among the Azukon packages.” he mumbled, feeling shame for what he was going to do. “...I was going to trash Mammon’s room in order to find it...” he admitted as it would have been for nothing, and for Mammon to see his room in his weakened state would have not made him feel better.

With everything off the younger brothers’ chest, Lucifer had come in, “I’ve made a call to Diavolo, he’s willing to let me off my duties for the time being. He will assist in finding those responsible for Mammon’s attempted murder.” he informed his brothers as they all quietly nodded and headed off to get some sleep.

As if any of them could actually find refuge in sleep, not with the underlying thought of their brother suffering by himself.

Expecting the cold slab of the street against his face, Mammon’s eyes shot open in the dark as he realized he was in the warm comfort of Lucifer’s bed. Along with Belphie’s best pillow and Leviathan’s special Ruri-chan blanket. As he could see in the dark, he noticed his instant noodle bowls on the nightstand, some Harrison Porter books, and a makeup kit.

And there in the chair near the bed, was Lucifer asleep by his side. Was he watching over him while he rested?

This should have made him feel better. But it didn’t.

Staring at the ceiling, the gestures by his brothers felt strange to him. They had never shown him any kindness towards him, especially something as gratuitous as the things before his eyes. He winces as the wounds were still fresh as he shimmies himself out of the blanket.

Mammon was conflicted, he wanted to accept their sudden kindness towards him but would they continue to show him kindness? Or would they choose to show it every time he had fucked up so badly to the point where he nearly got himself killed?

They always did say that he always got what he deserved, why would this be any different? It was always how his sin always got him into trouble, yet he never called out his brothers on their’s. It didn’t feel right to him, and he needed to leave the room. They’d never show it to him again unless he’d actually be close to the edge.

However, stumbling out of bed was enough for Lucifer to stir from his slumber and a now awake Lucifer spotted Mammon at the door, and rose from his seat to drag him back, “Mammon! You ought to be resting.” he asserted, and as calmly as he could, grabbed Mammon by his arm.

The response was not what Lucifer was expecting as Mammon recoiled from his touch, and like a cornered animal, lashed back at him. Mammon’s fist colliding across the eldest face as Lucifer stumbled back. Hearing footsteps on the other side, Mammon kept the door locked as he stared down at his brother.

Rubbing his cheek, a bit of pride was hurt. He couldn’t remember Mammon raising a hand against him, not even once as the second born always chose not to fight back. “What’s gotten into you Mammon?” Lucifer calmly questioned as he raised his eyebrow at the second born, to think that he had the gall to strike his brother.

Mammon groaned lowly as he was very much in pain, yet he glared at the brother he so admired the most. “Cut the shit. All of you!” he nearly snarled as he slammed his fist against the door, hearing a yelp or two from his little brothers on the other side.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how much I deserved this?! How it’s always my fault that shit happens to all of us?!” Mammon yelled at the eldest, “How much I’ve disgraced you and your stupid pride? And the rest of ya!” Mammon slammed his fist against the door as a hole formed as the little brothers could now hear him clearly.

Lucifer had tried to a calm and steely gaze upon Mammon despite his heart starting to ache from the apparent mistrust from his favorite brother. Who, decided to elaborate as his face twisted with contempt as his fists balled, his nails digging deep into his palms. “Mammon please stop-”

“Shut up ya pompous peacock! When have you all ever showed me kindness?! Never!” Mammon was sure tears were forming, but he didn’t care as he stared at Lucifer in disbelief and he scowled at the thought of his brothers showing him kindness, it was almost sickening. “You think I’d believe you’d all be a little kinder to me after this? Ya’ll are stupid!!”

“I’ve given so much to you all, and what do I get in return? I get to be everyone’s whipping boy don’t I? My point of existence is just to be entertainment for everyone to enjoy isn’t?” Mammon seethed as his brothers were quiet, a rare sight for Mammon to fight back, clearly he had enough of them.

He scoffed as he let out a defeated chuckle, “If I knew this was the family I’d have after we fell, I would have never followed you Lucifer.” he confessed, staring Lucifer straight into the eyes, and for a moment, the proud elder brother was guilty and horrified. “Maybe if you’d all let me die, I’d be lucky enough to go back to the Celestial Realm. And never see any of you again for as long as I live.”

Mammon didn’t give any of them a chance to speak out as he shifted into his demon form. And even in his weakened state, he was still the fastest demon in the Devildom. He flew out from Lucifer’s room by breaking through the window, but even the glass shattering wasn’t enough to stir the brothers from their thoughts.

Lucifer and his brothers could only stand in shock as a thick silence filled the air once more, after all, they got what they deserved, didn’t they?

A/N : Thank you if you’ve read this far! The next chapter of All We Do will be next and I might do more Mammon angst stories in between my main series. Thank you again for reading!

#my writing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me mammon angst #mammon angst #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #triggering themes #pls read with care

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lorkai · 3 years

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💸 A/N: Tbh I still can't write angst that good. But I was satisfied with the result that this one came out. Hope you like it.

💸 Request: So can you write an angst with Mammon? I was thinking about this scenario where he has nightmares about the war, how he should have died instead of Lilith because he was a scum.

Scum. Useless. Idiot. Mammon should know all the insults in multiple languages by now, as a day didn't go by without one of his brothers cursing him for the stupidest things. And sometimes even for something he didn't do. He didn't want to but all those words coming from people who were supposed to love him hurt him deeply, hurt him more than the witches, hurt him more than having his stomach growling with hunger when Lucifer hung him upside down or even from his pride broken as he gave in more and more to his own greed. All of that hurt him because he knew if he was Lilith, they wouldn't do any of that. And even though he loved his deceased sister very much, he envied her for it. He envied her because he wanted his brothers' love and appreciation.

He remembered how he wanted to follow in Lucifer's footsteps when he was just a young angel, he remembered he wanted to be the reason his younger brothers looked at him like he was their hero, he remembered wanting to be respected. So how did this childish and innocent dream get lost in this distorted and toxic spiral? Why didn't any of them realize that he suffered from it day after day?

Why... No one cared about him?

Sometimes Mammon found himself wondering how different things would be if he was the one who had died during the war. How different everything would be if he was the one who had been hit by that arrow and fallen. He might not say his thoughts aloud, but it was his job as an Archangel, as a warrior, to protect others. He could have given his life for Lilith, protected her from that arrow but even in that, in his sole function, Mammon failed. Again and again he saw her fall from heaven, her chest pierced. And now he should be paying for that mistake. Maybe he didn't deserve his brothers' love.

Maybe Lilith was angry at the thoughts he was having and decided to teach him a lesson. But he didn't want to think about it, no, he preferred to think that she loves him and is taking care of him wherever she is now.

On days like this when he sits in the living room and stares at the walls for hours while everyone else is asleep. His mind is still active and perpetuated with overwhelming feelings and thoughts that he doesn't know how to react or what to do, Mammon thinks he has no purpose anymore. He is no longer a warrior, no one needs him, no one appreciates him.

On days when he's so quiet everyone is worried, but Mammon knows no one really cares. He's still good at reading people - or he thinks he is. He doesn't care how Satan or Asmo is pulling his arms for him to react, for him to say something instead of looking like a statue. He can't care how Levi is looking at him strangely, like he's some kind of rare animal. Or how Beel and Belphie have a habit of sitting next to him all day, sometimes making excuses for a hug or a fake compliment.

But Lucifer is the worst of them. Mr Perfect, Diavolo's lap dog, Lucifer. The one who is much more cruel to him than to the other brothers. Mammon doesn't like looking into those red eyes for too long, he knows that behind them Lucifer must hide an immeasurable hatred for him. He knows that his dear older brother sees him as unworthy, that he no longer sees Mammon as his dear little brother like in the old days. He's a nuisance, an annoying insect that someone crushes with an object. He should run away, scream or talk to someone.

But when he wakes up in the night and looks up at Devildom's ever-dark sky, Mammon knows that no one will really care.

"It's all right?" Any of his brothers could ask.

"The Great Mammon is always fine." That's what he always answers. That's what he always responds, hoping someone will notice how his eyes water, how his voice trembles or how uncomfortable he is.

And as usual no one ever realizes why no one really cares. But it's okay now, Mammon is used to pain because pain is all he has and what he knows now.

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nuclear-scone · 3 years

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Mammon head canon #6

How long has it been seen the Devildom has fallen to ruin? Since the angels and demons went to war? How long had it been since his brothers and himself had a good nights rest without the anxious worry gnawing at their throats and heart? The worry of being killed at any second by the same once holy beings they used to be? The worry of having to protect his younger brothers from impending doom should they ever be caught by the angels? He couldn’t tell anymore. When was the last time he had seen all his brothers? When was the last time they had sat down together as a family, not fearing for their lives but together enjoying the moment they ever do rarely received? He could feel everything yet nothing at all. From the pulsing of his feet to the numbness of his finger tips.

Finally having been given a break, Mammon makes his way back home. If it could even still be called that. The house of Lamination, what once was a large home full of maybe not life and laughter but damn near close was now nothing but an empty husk of what it used to be. Windows boarded and closed, encased in protective charms and curses, and surrounded by ancient ruins in hopes of keeping out the angels. Swiftly and carefully as to not attract any wayward attention, Mammon makes his way inside before carefully closing the door and replacing the protective spells again. And if he happens to use a bit more magic in making them even stronger then there no ones around to be non the wiser. Finally being able to relax slightly he lets his shoulders slump and lets out a puff of air, making his way to the kitchen he passes a mirror.

He looks horrible. Worn and torn from all the fighting, so so so very tired from the constant battles and from being the front lines so often. He could feel his body ache and pain. Bones and muscles screaming out in pain and protest from over use, even with his enhanced healing abilities. Looking back once more he rubs at his eyes, in hope and in vain in making the dark circles under his disappear. He looks away and sighs before ruffling his hair into an even more disastrous mess than before. Not paying attention Mammon didn’t notice when his brothers had come out of their rooms, taking notice of his disheveled appearance and lack of proper sleep. Asmo, always the one to preach about self-care comes up to him, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. Though that seemed to be a mistake, as before he could even begin to process the floor beneath him disappeared and he was slammed against the wall an arm pressed up against his throat.

Mammon knew that he was home, knew that there was no danger to come to him here but some instincts are harder to control when having been in constant battle. So it wouldn’t, shouldn’t have come as a shock to anyone if he was a bit disgruntled when he felt a sudden weight on his should with his back turned. After all angels weren’t all pure and holy as the humans made them out to seem.

Breathing heavy and eyes wild, mammon can barely process as to what just happened. Only to be snapped out of it by the soft whimpering of his little brother. Quickly mammon removes his arm from his brothers throat, before stammering out apologies and reaching for his brother. Gasping and recoiling out of shock, Asmo flinches away from his touch. His brothers surround Asmo, asking him if he’s alright and checking on him. Mammon feels out of place, he feels horrified by what he’s just done. He can’t stop looking at his hands, hands that he swore to only use to protect his brothers and never to harm them. Mammon is once again snapped out of his stupor by a hand at his shoulder, though this time there’s someone stronger than him to stop him from flinging this brother away, it’s Lucifer.

“Mammon.” That’s all he says but he understands. He knows. He knows alright? That he’s no longer on the battle field but at home, with his brothers. But he’s just so tired. His body has become so accustomed to the hardships of the battle field, adapted like no other. After all he wasn’t known as a warrior back in the celestial realm for nothing. He sighs softly before rubbing at his face, tiredness more than evident.

“M’ sorry bout that..” he mumbles out an apology. He can feel all their eyes on him. Wether it’s in anxiousness or something else completely he can’t tell. Finally having the courage to look up he can now get a good look at his brothers since he’s come home. He notes that some look worse than others while others look a bit better off, not surprising since none of them are on the front lines like him. Expect for maybe Beel but even then he’s never kept out there for too long as he needs to stay and protect the youngest of them here.

The room was suffocating.

Asmo is the first one to break the silence and atmosphere, reassuring them that he’s fine, even if faint finger marks begin to purple on his neck. The rest soon begin to follow suit, albeit slower, still throwing a few cautious looks toward Mammon. Lucifer, with his hand still on Mammon’s shoulder, leads him away from the rest of them. In the next room, Lucifer begins to question him. Tired and too drained to be able to focus Mammon can’t make out what he’s saying, what he can make out though is the strong yet caring grip his elder brother has on him. Not being able to hold out for much longer, Mammon allows exhaustion to take him over and slumps against him. Only a single thought going through his mind before he let slumber and darkness over take him.

when was the last time he had rest?

I have been seeing a lot of Armageddon obey me stories and really wanted to try my hand out on this. I may add on more in the future since I seem to like this concept very much.

#obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me characters #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me! shall we date?#mammon angst #sorta anyway

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The Devil's old gang:

The Sindicate 🔥😈

(from left to right)

Mammon/Mam🦊💲:

Twin brother of Beelzebub.

As a Cherub, Mam was invested in Heaven's gold (ex. buildings, clothes) and wants it for himself. He soon took up blacksmithing and alchemy to make his own gold. When he joined the Rebellion against Heaven, he provided Louie's army with weapons of destruction and elixirs to heal their wounds.

After the Fall, Mam used his alchemy and metallurgy skills to form Pandemonium, Hell's capitol city. During the city's construction, he and Mulciber (a fellow blacksmith) have discovered raw Demon magic which they dubbed Necroplasm; Devil's Goo to others. With the goo, Hell could create more demon subjects, preserve it's cities, and prolong lifespans of it's human associates.

Mam was appointed as head of Hell's treasury and small businesses. He would very often be caught trying to smuggle gold and jewels during important appointments. Some habits are hard to break.

Mam has a knack for planning out scams to trick mortals. And he always knows how to find the best spots; such as towns that crave entertainment or are focused on taking the "easy" way out.

Can manipulate rock and metal (especially gold and silver) to form armor. That was how he formed Pandemonium.

Asmodeus/Oz🐐💋:

Goes by they/them pronouns.

A fallen Cherubim and classmate of Belphegor who joined the Rebellion in hopes of equality; they ended up killed in battle as a result. Thankfully*, the Devil used some raw magic formed by falling angels to bring them back. But the darkness of that magic caused boils that mutated into 2 more heads on Oz... which they eventually got used to.

Specializes in love potions and weather magic, such as summoning massive storms as a battle strategy.

During their youth, Oz had been looked over by Devil, whom they've seen as a big brother.

They oversee the second Circle of Hell. There, souls are punished for committing adultery and rape by dragging them against a hot desert with intense sand storms,which Oz themself conjured up.

Oz oversees the gambling activity of Hell and Earth. In fact it was their idea for the Devil to form the casino, to put the mortals' desire for riches to good use.

Helps in the Sindicate's soul-stealing cause, but is much more invested in exploring human culture (especially their theater).

They once posed as a comedy trio (using their bull and sheep heads) named the Lummoskis, the stars of a comedy show popular in the Inkwell Isles.

Their bull and sheep heads have their own personalities and names. The bull, Moe, being aggressive but willing to listen to reason. The sheep, Deus, more snooty and wants to keep a fancy front for Hell's sake (anxiety?).

Beelzebub/Beezle🐷🍎:

Twin brother of Mammon.

Joined the same Angel's choir as Louie, who he grew very close to. They would bond over their favorite songs and moves in Angel games (like weather ball). Louie even asked him personally to be lieutenant in the Rebellion, which Beezle accepted with glee.

Became Hell's top military tactician and bureaucratic advisor, overseeing all activities of war and inspiring demon worship. Beezle used his position to form the Order of the Flies, a group of Hell's most elite warriors and ambassadors. They along with the Princes reside over the city of Pandemonium and training new recruits.

As an army nut, Beezle often likes to take the easy way and head right into battle.

Beezle remembers his choir days quite fondly, and often finds himself singing in baritone. Mam quite enjoys his brother's songs, but they thinks it could use a bit more percussion.

Has the powers of super strength and to communicate with animals.

He had his stomach slashed by rocks after his fall. That scar mutated, with some help from raw Demon magic, and it formed a second mouth* that can inhale the souls of its victims.

Often trusted to dogsit the Devil's dog Cerberus, whom he adores play fighting with!

Lucifer/Satan/The Devil😈🔥:

The leader of the pack (of course).

Was once a Cherub named Sathanel who couldn't quite get the hang of his magic, which was still developing. This often caused much mischief, and burnt-down temples during his Angel training. His wish for acceptance led him to seeing Abaddon to teach him how to control his powers, and his emotions.

He changed his name to Lucifer Morningstar during his time as an Archangel, due to his guiding light for lost souls.

During the Rebellion, Louie was inspired by his past to found the Sindicate, a group made of Angels who were looked down on for their "quirks" like he was.

Louie at first sought to just take the corrupt souls to prove demons weren't all bad, but this was met with more prejudices from humanity for their unworldly magic and appearances. Tired of his family's suffering, he vowed to collect the souls of ALL mortals to make room for demonkind to thrive. This meant becoming the monster that so many have feared him to be, even dubbing himself as the Devil to seal the deal.

As a former Archangel, the Devil has mastery over shape shifting and charisma (occasionally).

Despite his beliefs, Devs would base some aspects of Hell's society off of human culture; such as their music, businesses, transportation, and even their food (like cake).

As ruler of Hell, he oversee's all soul-collecting activity and demon society... with some help from his court.

His immense magic is channeled through his pitchfork. Which may explain why it lets him float and teleport. Mam helped build it as a weapon for the Rebellion.

Leviathan 🐍🌊:

A former Chalkydri, a serpent-like Angel, that went to school with Louie. was envious of how everyone excelled while he was a late bloomer, using incantations to aid him. Ironically, he would begrudgingly team up with Louie for glory in the Rebellion.

After the Fall, Levi lost his legs and his lower toso corrupted into a serpentine tail.

As one of the Devil's closest allies, he was in charge of Hell's library and archives. There, he would ensure that souls receive their proper torment, ferret out any rebels, and teach Hell's history to new recruits; or at least any he trusts enough. With what he's read, he knows each Circle of Hell like the back of his hand.

Levi is also Hell's gatekeeper responsible for hunting down souls escaping the Underworld.

Levi has power over the seas and can create massive tidal waves or cyclones to do proper damage where it's needed.

Can control sea animals with his incantations.

His tail allows him to slither and sneak up on his victims with precise speed, making him a deadly foe to seagoers.

One of the first demons that Chalice encounters in her Calix Animi days.

Due to his development issue back in Heaven, Levi is super jaded about being second best (second worst?) to the Devil. So, Abaddon trusts him with some of his more dirtier works that not even the other Princes knew about; because Levi will do anything to prove he's more than just the aloof nerd.

Belphegor🦥☁️:

A fallen Angel that studied under the Principalities, Angels associated with guiding mortal nations and churches to righteousness. But, Sleepy would much rather settle down and create odd contraptions.

Sleepy didn't fight with or against the Rebellion, not wanting to get mixed up with the wrong crowd. This act of idleness got her banished from Heaven. During her fall, some pieces of stardust clung to her body and granted her a nightly, slightly soothing aura.

Takes the form of a sloth to lull her victims into a sense of safety, and because she finds it cute & clever.

As the demon of Sloth, Sleepy is the least bearing on her subjects and even lets them have breaks in her lavender garden. This made her one of the more popular rulers of Hell.

Has a habit of chewing lavender because she finds it soothing, and it grants her breath that can put her victims into a deep sleep.

Enjoys herbal teas and meditating.

Sleepy would use her mind powers to influence mortals into creating money-making inventions (ex. The toilet) and lead them into greed and laziness.

Sends her bat-like imps to carry out her plans. They often use mortal disguises or spread Sleepy's hypnotic perfumes.

One of her favorite means of soul-collecting is to manipulate mortals' dreams into their deepest desires. Those dreams would soon dissolve into life-threatening nightmares, allowing Sleepy to fetch their soul in the dream AND in real life.

Helped Mammon design Pandemonium's luxuries (baths or furniture) and gardens.

Befriended Oz in Principality training. She deeply mourned them for their (temporary) death during the War.

Mephistopheles/Phisto🔥🃏:

A sacrificial lamb enchanted by Fallen Angel magic, Phisto had been reborn as the fires he was meant to burn in.

Phisto relishes the idea of turning the mortals that dare torment him into his personal toys.

Used to act as the Devil's messenger, often striking deals in his name. Devs had to let the little guy go since he was a little too... enthusiastic.

Doesn't exactly have a true form, being made of fire and all. Phisto can take on the appearance of a young lad, a snarky jester (his fave), a suave heartthrob, and a sagely old man.

Like small children, Phisto tends to let his imagination run wild. How wild? Enough to manifest into crazy, bloodthirsty beasts that frighten even the most determined Angelic soldiers.

An even bigger manchild than the Devil is. Gets his kicks from driving mortals crazy with his conjurings. He ended up starting a witch hunt once because he was bored.

Uses smoke and shadows to communicate with the surface (a few tricks the Devil taught him) and to conjure up visions of the past and future.

*Note: got the inspiration for Beelzebub's stomach mouth from the version by @retroferno and based Asmodeus' origin from @brightgoat .

Thanks❤️

EDIT/UPDATE:

Just so you know, the story and characters are kinda a work in progress....

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hotdemonsummer · 3 years

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Obey Me! and Angelology and Demonology

alternatively titled Lets Get Into Lucifer

This is yet another long, long post about the lore of Obey Me! from the perspective of historical and theological angelology, and demonology or the study of angels and demons respectively, because I think it’s neat. I also talk way too much. I’m scared to check the word count on this.

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on anything, and certainly not on religion. I just like comparative theology. Also, spoilers for lesson 43/44.

What is an angel? And what, in turn, is a demon? It depends on who you ask. All religions that have angels have a general consensus that they are spiritual beings, intermediaries of some kind of higher power. Demons, on the other hand, are much more vague beyond general malevolence toward humanity. Any connection between the two is entirely dependent on the culture and religion in question. Some have angels but not demons, and many have vice versa.

There’s generally four kinds of spirits that are considered demons:

Dead people with extremely bad vibes (think mogwai, yuurei, and other revenants)

Neutral-to-malevolent energy, physical form optional (think djinni or yokai)

Cult subjects (including foreign gods and ancestor worship)

Corrupted angels (either fallen or Nephilim)

The word demon comes from the Greek δαίμων, or daimon, but the concept of a demon is much older than the Greeks. The original daimon had none of the malevolent, evil associations that we now think of. Instead, daimon just described a kind of powerful spiritual entity (for example, δαίμων is the term Euripides uses for the new god Dionysus in The Bacchae). What we think of as demons now didn’t exist in Greek culture, and the negative associations came when the Tanakh was translated from Hebrew to Greek, but even then shedim aren’t identical to the contemporary depiction of demons that we see in Obey Me!, which, like everything else in Western society, came about through the domination of Christianity.

Shedim, the precursor to the Christian demon, was more or less a term for false gods, a title for the various Levantine pagan gods (see: origin of Beelzebub, Belphegor, and pretty much every demon that starts with Bel- or Bal-).

Obey Me! pretty much canonizes Type 2 and Type 4 demons, with characters like Diavolo, Barbatos, and Satan as Type 2 and the other brothers as Type 4. Historically, Beelzebub and Belphegor are Type 3 (Beelzebub and Belphegor being Levantine gods), Mammon being Type 2 (a general personification of Wealth, although Milton did write him as a Type 4 in Paradise Lost) and Asmodeus being somewhere in between Type 2 and 3 (being heavily derived from a Zoroastrian daeva of wrath). Lucifer is, historically, the only consistently Type 4 demon.

I don’t think I have to explain what a fallen angel is to any OM! fan. But I will.

Let’s talk about these guys. We’re all familiar with Satan’s weird complex about Lucifer, and I’m sure we’re all equally familiar with how Satan and Lucifer are terms used interchangeably for whatever being is The Big Bad of Hell. However, they’re not synonymous.

Satan derives from the same Proto-Semitic root as shayatan, which... should be pretty obvious, but nonetheless has a pretty analogous role as a tempter of men in the Abrahamic religions. Beyond that “tempter of men” title, though, the actual details of what Satan is is incredibly varied, including whether or not “Satan” is a name or a title. In Christianity, the view of Satan as an extremely powerful and evil corrupter of man, wholly opposed to God, came around the Middle Ages, when witchcraft hysteria spread.

Lucifer, on the other hand, is simultaneously a figure originating in Christianity and much, much older than it. The term of course means “light-bringer”, and is heavily associated with the morning star, aka the planet Venus. To make a very long story short, many Mesopotamian, Levantine, and Mediterranean cultures saw the lowering of Venus toward the horizon at night and thought, “hey, thats a pretty neat image!” and created stories about heavenly beings falling toward the earth. Of course, they didn’t use the ‘term’ Lucifer, that’s Latin, and came from the Vulgate Bible.

The term Lucifer does not exclusively refer to The Evil Fallen Angel™ in Christian texts (some very sacred things like the Exsultet explicitly refer to Jesus as Lucifer), but it sure is the most popular interpretation. In works like Paradise Lost or the Divine Comedy, the general idea is that the angel Lucifer rebelled against God in some way and was cast out of Heaven, then becoming Satan, and thus the two are one and the same.

(inb4 some Quora-type chews me out for accuracy’s sake, the “lucifer” mentioned in Isaiah 14:12 refers not to any angel, but to a Babylonian king. The whole fallen angel thing, much like the beatitudes or Bethlehem or Christmas, is a fusion of pagan influences.)

In other words, Lucifer is always and has always been a fallen angel. Satan, on the other hand, doesn’t have those connections to angelhood, and the two figures have an undeniable connection despite their clear individual differences. Sound familiar?

The next question is then what kind of angel is Lucifer anyway? to which you might be thinking, wait, there are different kinds? Yes, holy shit, there are so many kinds of angels and very little consensus on what they are. In terms of Christian angelology (because again, Lucifer is a uniquely Christian/derivative Christian figure unless you exclude Leland’s Aradia which I don’t because lbr they were Italian anyways), most hierarchies are based on the work of this guy:

This man has the incredibly succinct name of Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite, and sometime in the 5th century he wrote a book called De Coelesti Hierarchia. It orders the *WTNV voice* hierarchy of angels into three levels called spheres, and each sphere has three sub-levels called choirs. Many, but not all, of the choirs are adopted from various Jewish angelic hierarchies. If you thought that it was just angels and then archangels were, like, the middle management version of angels then you are very wrong. I’m sorry that television lied.

You know who also lied? Tumblr dot com and any post that implies that the true form of angels is a big wheel with a bunch of eyes. That is, in fact, a descriptor for only one kind of angel: ophanim, or thrones. The depiction of angels runs the gamut from winged humanoids to multi-winged humanoids with multiple animal heads to burning snakes to vague heavenly mist.

Archangels and angels are the eighth and ninth lowest choirs of angels, respectively. Angels, or malakhim, are the default messengers of God and the choir from which guardian angels come from. Generally, if someone claims to have a message from God delivered to them, it will be an angel doing it. If it’s really important, it’ll be an archangel. Everyone else literally has more important things to do. No one’s getting visions from dominions.

Lucifer’s (the theological one) actual designation is kind of a mystery. Depending on the text, Lucifer has been described as a seraph (the highest), a cherub (the second highest), or an archangel (the eighth). According to Thomas Aquinas:

Lucifer, chief of the sinning angels, was probably the highest of all the angels. But there are some who think that Lucifer was highest only among the rebel angels.

Not very helpful, but hey. The question remains: what kind of angel is Lucifer, and this time I mean our Lucifer.

We know that Michael, just like his namesake, is an archangel. We also know that (SPOILERS) Simeon, unlike his namesake, is an archangel as well (Simeon is a saint, not an angel.) Lucifer likely was at their level, if not higher.

However, Lucifer was also a six-winged angel, a depiction generally reserved for seraphim (and cherubim, but far less frequently).

Moreover, in terms of role, an angellic Lucifer fits well with that of the powers, the sixth choir. Powers are in charge of moving the heavenly bodies, and are depicted as powerful warriors dressed in beautiful armor. It's fitting for a being so closely tied to the morning star to be a power, after all.

So, with all that considered, what is Lucifer?

Well, he’s a seraph (or saraph, technically). Why? Because Simeon is somehow a seraph and an archangel (I have already written too much to unpack that bullshit), and Mammon was a throne (remember those wheels with eyes?) and Beel was a cherub and therefore Lucifer had to be higher than both of them (interestingly big brother Mammon is in a lower choir than little brother Beel). This makes Michael kind of, well... weird, given the archangels’ low rank.

Some like to differentiate between archangel the eighth choir and Archangel, with a capital A, as a term for any high-ranking angel. While this is likely what Solmare is doing, I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that this has zero basis in any religious text whatsoever and is solely done for the convenience of not remembering anything besides angel and archangel. Which is like, fine, but I’m a pedantic jerk who I found claims to the contrary while researching and I felt the need to correct that.

Anyways, the more you know.

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