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demonvibez · 8 months

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Bloodlust

Characters: Barbatos x F! Reader Word Count: 5k+ Rating: Mature [MDNI] Tags: vampire barb, accidental injury (small cut), blood drinking, biting, fangs, tail play, fingering, penetration, reader has female body parts, lil fluff ending A/N: Had a ton of fun writing this! It was supposed to be out for Barb's birthday but...eh, life in the Devildom, amirite? Anyways, who doesn't like a belated birthday gift? Happy Belated Birthday, Barbatos! ♡

There you sit on a balcony of the Demon Lord's Castle, a cup of Hellfire Rose Tea cradled between your hands, as Lord Diavolo sits across from you. He had invited you over for tea in order to thank you for your help in curing the brothers' vampiritis, as well as just catch up with each other through conversation. The two of you sip your tea and exchange stories and laughs as you await the return of Barbatos with a tray of his famous sweets. As you look out upon the Devildom's skyline, the twin moons shining down on you both, you can't help but to smile as you feel a soft breeze lightly caressing your face. The doors leading into Lord Diavolo's room are wide open, the breeze flowing through the room and back out again, the various scents of teas and baked goods intermingling with one another - much to your pleasure, for you had enough of the scent of garlic for the next millennia. As you listen intently to the Prince's anecdote, you hear the door gently click open.

Barbatos is on the way back from the Castle's kitchen with a tray of his freshly baked sweets. Of course, the demon had made his famous Signature Cake that was all the rage of anyone that visits the Castle, but he also made sure to make a special batch of Spider's Web Cream Puffs just for you, as he knows how much you favor them. He'll never forget the way your eyes lit up like the Devildom sky when you first took a bite into one, a simple memory he is sure to cherish forever. It didn't take him long to grow fond of that smile of yours, and he's eager to draw it out of you whenever you're around - however stoic he may present himself. Much like himself, you're always doing things for everyone else - even if it's to your own detriment, even if it's not safe for you. Even this past week, you put your own life on the line in order to cure the Devildom of vampiritis, using every ounce of your available power in order to thwart a huge catastrophe - something they're unsure how to even repay you for.

As Barbatos continues to make his way up the steps and towards the Young Master's room, he couldn't help but to feel as though something may be slightly...off with him. As he pauses at the top of the stairway, he uses the back of his glove to wipe off his forehead, furrowing his eyebrows as he stares down at his hand. Sweat? Why in the Devildom would he possibly be sweating? More strenuous tasks never seem to phase the Butler, so why would carrying a tray of desserts be able to break his refined exterior? He brushes it off, attributing it to the steam of the pastries - despite knowing deep within himself that he had, in fact, cooled the desserts completely as he was supposed to. As he glided through the hallways and towards his Young Master's door, he couldn't help but to feel a slight tingle and burning sensation at the back of his throat. He was sure that whatever was going on had nothing to do with vampiritis - the strain only infected fallen angels, after all. He figures it must be another Devildom cold, and pushes the thought to the back of his mind, refusing to deign something so preposterous as himself being sick.

He pushes the door open with a gloved hand, a soft zephyr of the Devildom's cool night air brushing past him, and a faintly sweet scent tickling his nostrils that he finds unfamiliar. The further he continues into the room, the stronger the scent becomes, calling out to him with an intensity that rivals the thirst of a man dying in a desert. His throat dries up even more with a thirst so unbearable, it almost makes him want to claw out his own throat. Trying his best to swallow down the feeling, he marches onward with the tray of sweets, determined to see out his duties and deal with his affliction afterward. As he finally makes his way to the balcony door, another gust of wind brushes past you, and it is at that moment in which Barbatos realizes exactly what ails him.

You look up from your tea to lock eyes with Barbatos, a sweet smile displayed across your lips. He has seen you many times under the light of the Devildom moons, but tonight there is something different about you. It's not just the way the crimson moonlight paints your features, or the way your soul shines like a rare Celestial gemstone - no, you definitely look different to him. Your skin looks softer than usual, so tempting to touch and to taste. The way the wind blows your hair back, exposing your neck to him as it pulsates with the one thing he's craving more than anything in all three realms. Your blood...oh how he thirsts for your blood. He can practically see the way it dances around in your veins, calling out to him like a siren's song meant to lure him into the abyss.

As he stands there with the tray in hands, intently staring you down with a ravenous look in his eyes, your eyebrows furrow - you knew something was wrong with Barbatos just from his demeanor alone, and looking over at Diavolo, you can tell he senses it too.

"Barbatos, is everything alright?" the Young Prince asks the butler as he stands from his chair, his tone both equally serious and concerned. He doesn't miss the look in the butler's eyes, as if he were ready to consume you whole. Barbatos quickly shakes his head, essentially snapping himself out of the trance, and sets the tray down on the table.

"My apologies, My Lord. It appears that I have contracted a minor cold," he explains, trying his best to minimize the situation. Diavolo narrows his eyes at Barbatos, knowing the demon isn't being entirely truthful with him, but he crosses his arms and waits for his butler to finish his explanation. "No need to worry, once I finish my duties here, I will retire to my quarters and begin treating myself immediately," the butler continued, avoiding eye contact with either of you. Somewhat satisfied with his answer, Diavolo returns to his seat, his expression softening slightly.

"Aww, well, I hope you feel better soon Barbatos! Thank you so much for preparing all of this for us," you say, still smiling and oblivious to the subtleties of the demons around you. You pick up one of the cream puffs, placing it on your plate, before eyeing one of the Midnight Scones. Your smile grows even wider as you pick one up with one hand, grabbing your knife with the other, stabbing into the scone so that you may spread some delicious blood strawberry jam onto it. Accidently stabbing through the scone and into your finger, you instantly drop everything onto the table as you wince in pain, a droplet of blood accumulating on your skin.

The scent of your bare blood in the Devildom air sets off a war within Barbatos' mind, causing him to freeze in place and stare at you with a certain darkness in his eyes. His bloodlust for you is currently at ineffable heights, only made slightly evident to him by the sudden growth in his fangs and the way his heart races, mind spinning with the all consuming need to just have a little taste of you.

Diavolo is immediately on high alert, standing back up from his seat once again when he sees that look return to Barbatos' eyes. He can practically see the ancient demon salivating over you and your blood, confirming his original suspicions that his butler may have contracted vampiritis. He knew Barbatos, his ever loyal and stoic butler, would do his best to push through and carry out his duties as he normally would when he is ill - but Diavolo draws the line when it comes to endangering his students, especially you. He steps out from where he was sitting, moving to stand between yourself and Barbatos. The look in the Future King's golden eyes was one you hadn't seen before - sure, you had seen Diavolo be serious before, but nothing quite like this.

"Barbatos, you are hereby relieved of your duties. Return to your quarters at once and await my next orders," he says, his voice stern and authoritative. Barbatos continues to stand there frozen, staring at you and the droplets of blood that he wants so badly to taste. He doesn't acknowledge the Prince's orders - it's as if he didn't even hear him. Instead, he takes a step towards you, causing Diavolo to transform into his demon form and put a hand on Barbatos' chest.

"Barbatos. Return to your room now," Diavolo declares, with a certain bass in his voice that could shake all three realms. He will physically remove the Butler if need be, anything to protect everything that he holds dear to him - including Barbatos himself. An incident like this could ruin the peace he's been working so hard towards - and of course, he would never want anything to happen to you. Not only are you his sweet little exchange student, but you're the Chosen One - the human that stands to help unite all three realms. If harm were to come to you, he doesn't even want to think of the massive consequences that will follow. Additionally, he cannot stand the thought of anything happening to Barbatos either. Barbatos has always been Diavolo's one true family member, having been by his side since the Little Prince had tricked him all those centuries ago. No, he can't let anything happen to either of you - he needs to take control of the situation, and he needs to do it immediately. Diavolo flairs out his wings, essentially hiding you from view behind the enormity of his crimson and gold wingspan. He begins to walk forward, pushing Barbatos backwards towards the door, a low growl emitting from his throat as he bares his own demonic fangs at the butler.

Barbatos snaps out of the trance once again as he stumbles backwards, his emerald green eyes widening in horror at the realization of what has just transpired. Sure, he hadn't actually attacked you, but he couldn't deny to himself that all he could think about was how ravenous he was for your blood. His resolve is faltering, and he can't help but be overcome with shame at that fact.

"I...I..." Barbatos continues to walk backwards, his mind still racing as he fumbles over his words, unable to make eye contact with his Master. He turns and makes a break for the door. "My deepest apologies," he mutters as he exits, slamming the door shut. Diavolo stands there for a few more moments, his arms crossed, waiting to be sure the bloodthirsty butler doesn't return while you're here. When he is sure Barbatos won't return, he drops his arms and lets out a sigh, turning about face to return to you on the balcony. When he returns, he sees you still sat in your seat, holding a cloth napkin over your finger with a bewildered look on your face.

"Sorry about that," he says in his normal cheerful tone, a fake smile plastered across his face. You can still see the concern in his eyes though. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut our evening together a little short." Before you could even protest, Diavolo has picked his DDD up off of the table, making a call to Lucifer to come and escort you back to the House of Lamentation for safekeeping.

Lucifer had been prompt in arriving at the Castle to pick you up, having been filled in on the details of the incident during his phone call with Lord Diavolo. You were brought home with haste and a curfew was set in place for the entire House. You honestly had no idea what the fuss was all about - you weren't in danger being around all seven of the brothers when they were infected, why would Barbatos be any different? He's the most refined demon you've ever met, you'd have been just fine around him, you were sure of it. Ready to call it a day, you make your way to your room and get ready for bed.

The hour is late, and you are safely tucked away beneath your sheets as you peacefully slumber the rest of the night away. A loud clatter awakes you from your sleep, jolting you from your dreams. You recognize that the noise is coming from the kitchen, pushing yourself up out of bed to go monitor (who you assume is) Beelzebub in his midnight snack binge - it was a nightly routine for you, so making your way to the kitchen at this hour is almost a reflex at this point. Poking your head into the doorframe, the sight you see before you is a surprising one - it's not Beelzebub that you find, but instead it's Barbatos making all of the commotion, having ransacked the entirety of the kitchen. There he stands across the room, staring at you intently once again, for he could smell your sweet scent the second you crossed the threshold of your own bedroom door. When he says your name, you can tell there is a slight tremble to his voice.

"What are you doing here," he asks, a certain darkness to his tone. You finish making your way into the room, standing across the kitchen island with your arms crossed and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Uhh, you're in my house. I should be the one asking you that - what are you doing here," you respond, tilting your head to the side. You can tell there is a slight agitation that Barbatos is trying to hide as he lets out an annoyed huff and nervously fidgets with his hands, which you've never seen him do before. He stands there unresponsive, yet again, causing you to call out his name once more.

"My apologies...I...came to see if you had any of the last ingredients I need to make the remedy for my ailment. We are all out of garlic at the Castle and I-"

"Really? You came here for garlic?" You move out from behind your side of the counter, and walk around to make your way towards Barbatos, causing him to step backwards a few paces. "Seems unlikely you'd come here of all places for that. You know we used it all to make the last batch of serum. If you really 'just needed garlic' then it seems to me you would have popped over to the 24 hour DevilMart up the street from here," you say as you continue forward, effectively backing him against the wall. You hadn't feared these demons before, and you weren't about to start tonight. You stop a few feet in front of him, a hand on your hip and a sadistic smile on your face. "So why don't you go ahead and be honest with the both of us and admit the real reason you're here." Before Barbatos could fathom a reply, you take the last step forward, reaching out to push his hair back out of his face and tuck it behind his ear. You caress his cheek with your hand before running your fingers over his lips, your eyes shining with an unmistakable lust. "Then again, I think we both know why you're really here tonight."

Both his mind and his pulse are in a frenzy as you literally have him in the palm of your hand. You both know you are playing with fire but you don't care - you know what you want, and you're going to take it. The look in Barbatos' eyes is one of uncertainty. Between the bulge in his pants and the way his mouth is salivating, he knows for a fact that he returns that feeling of lust for you. He would love nothing more than to taste you, in more ways than one, but he's not sure if he possesses the restraint needed to take you to bed with him tonight. What if he loses himself in your essence? What if he gets a taste and finds himself unable to stop? His throat burns with an uncontrollable thirst that he is dying to quench, and the longer you linger, the intensity exacerbates.

"This is dangerous," he barely whispers as he leans into your touch. He should be telling you no - he should be opening up a portal and going back to the Castle where he belongs. But he can't find it within himself to resist you. Besides, this is what you want, isn't it? No, this is a huge risk that neither of you should be taking. You let out a soft chuckle and shake your head.

"Have you met me? Don't worry, I trust you. It'll be fine." Your hand drops from his face to grab his hand, gently pulling him towards the door. He lets out a few halfhearted protests, causing you to shush him as you guide him towards your bedroom. You push the door open and pull him inside, locking the door behind you both and leaving the lights dim. You bring him over to your bed and turn to him, grabbing his lapels with your hands. "Let's get you comfortable," you say with a smirk as you begin to unbutton his jacket.

"Are you sure about this?" You throw his jacket over onto the floor, at which he didn't even react. He just continued to stare at you, the uncertainty in his emerald eyes replaced with pure lust. Instead of replying, you press your lips to his, which was more than enough of a final answer for him. With the remaining distance between the two of you closed, he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him, before pulling you down onto the bed with him. You straddle his lap, deepening the kiss by playfully nibbling on his bottom lip, your tongues colliding in a passionate dance. He breaks away from your lips to begin trailing kisses down to your neck, letting out a moan as his lips finally caress the one spot he's been obsessing over all night. "You're all I've been able to think about," he mumbles against your skin, before pressing a few more kisses against your pulse.

He extends his vampiric fangs, gently grazing them up your neck, before leaning back down and sinking them right above where your neck meets your shoulder. As you let out a gasp at the sharp pain, he retracts his fangs and begins to lap at your blood, letting out a moan as he tastes just how delectable you truly are. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation, your hands sliding into his scalp and caressing his horns - you hadn't noticed him slip into his demon form the second he tasted your blood. No, both of you are having such an intimate experience, you can only seem to focus on your senses and the way you're making each other feel. As he feels your sweet crimson nectar dripping down his throat, he feels revitalized in a way he hasn't felt in several millennia. All of his senses are heightened, his power growing as he consumes your essence.

You feel a rush, a certain lightheadedness as you feel him gently sucking on the flesh of your neck. You grind on his lap as you lean into him, his hardness stimulating you and eliciting tiny moans whispered into his ear. He presses one last kiss onto his bite mark before pulling away to meet your lips with his once more, the taste of your own blood meeting your tongue. As he passionately kisses you, he begins to peel off his gloves. After tossing them on the floor, he begins to make quick work of your clothes with his hands as his tails work on undoing his own.

After tossing the clothes aside, Barbatos lays you down on your bed, continuing to kiss you as his hands slide down your body. His hands stop momentarily to feel your breasts, before one of them makes its way further downward. He slips a finger in between your lips and finds your clit - you both let out a tiny moan as he feels how wet you already are for him. He begins to slowly massage you as he kisses down your jawline, briefly pausing to press a kiss onto his bite mark, and then continuing down to your breasts. You can't help but to arch into his touch, the sensations of his nimble fingers sending you closer to the edge with each stroke, the feel of him teasing your nipples driving you wild. The sounds of your moans and whispered swears reverberate off the walls as he drives you closer to the edge of your first orgasm. The effects of having your blood drawn, paired with the pleasure Barbatos is giving you, makes you feel a high you've never felt before. He breaks away from your breasts, his other hand moving down to slide two fingers slowly inside of you as he continues to rub you. His pace quickens, and he can feel the precum beading on the head of his cock as he watches you fall apart on his fingers. Your first orgasm feels amazing - but you both need more. It's almost there's an instinct within both of you that you need to become apart of each other. He pulls his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth to taste you. He lightly moans as he savors the taste. He wants nothing more than to fill all of his senses with only you.

He moves back on his knees, lining himself up with you and pushing the head of his cock into your tight little hole. You let out a high pitched squeal as he enters you, feeling more and more full as he slowly slides himself into you further. Once he finally pushes himself all the way, completely buried within you, he lets out a strangled moan and begins to thrust in and out of you. You feel so good wrapped around his throbbing cock, he never wants to pull out of you. The way you squeeze him, so tight and so snug, it almost feels as though you never want him to pull out either. Perhaps if he made you his familiar, he'd be able to make love to you like this constantly - but one thing is for certain tonight; you belong to him.

He reaches down to grab your breasts, teasing your nipples as he continues at a steady pace. The sounds falling from your lips are like music to his ears, a symphony he'd love to forever hear on repeat. Your brain is flooded with pleasure, each thrust sending electricity through your body. Just when you swear to yourself that you'd never felt this good before, you feel his tails slide between your lips and start massaging your clit as he passionately fucks you. Your eyes roll back once again, your hands clutching tightly at the sheets as he pounds you to your second orgasm, your body being set ablaze as pure ecstasy washes over you.

He briefly pulls out of you, but only for a moment. He lays down beside you and props himself up on one arm, turning you so you're on your side in the same position. He pulls your top leg up, firmly grasping your thigh, before repositioning his cock and sliding it back into you. Throwing your head back as you feel him bottom out once again, you both begin to grind against each other, the sounds of your skin slapping together punctuating the melody of moans filling the room. He spots his bite mark dripping near the base of your neck, and leans down for another taste, his pace quickening the moment your blood touches his tongue once again. You make the refined butler want to go absolutely feral, a side of himself that even he was unaware. He wants you to feel just as good as you make him feel - the way you rapture his senses and take him over completely. His tails return to your clit, rapidly rubbing the sensitive spot in circles, as he continues his unrelenting pace. Your mind is racing as it makes its way back up the crescendo to your next orgasm, your vision blurred by tears of pleasure as you chant his name in praise. A few more thrusts, and Barbatos sends you over the edge once again, your brain flooded with pure euphoria. He feels you clench around him, your pussy squeezing him beautifully tight, his own orgasm erupting mere seconds after yours. His pace slows down, but he continues to pump his cock in and out of you slowly, both of you riding the high of your climaxes all the way back down to the bottom.

As you both lay there and try to catch your breaths, Barbatos wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his chest, your heartbeats pulsing at an increased rate. His other hand moves to push the hair out of your face, having to do so with several strokes as it is drenched with sweat and clinging to your face. He looks down at you, eyes filled with love and admiration, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He murmurs your name, unable to stop the smile that reaches his eyes.

"You truly are a remarkable human," he says as you look up at him, leaning in to press his lips to yours. You deepen the kiss, your hand moving up to cup his cheek as your tongue enter his mouth. His free hand slides down your body, lightly grabbing at your hip, causing you to wince a little. His eyes suddenly snap open at the sound, and he immediately pulls away, his brows furrowing and eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay? Have I hurt you," he asks as he checks you over for injury. Other than the bruising bite mark at the base of your neck, he spots several other bruises on your hips and thighs. "I apologize for any of the unintentional markings I may have left on you. I was unaware that your blood would give me such vitality," he says as he stands up off the bed, starting to make his way towards your bathroom. "I assure you I will bring you back to full health, and it will no-" the butler's lamentation is cut off by the sound of your giggles.

"Barbatos, listen to me when I say that I assure you that I enjoyed myself, and am just fine," you say, pushing yourself so that you're sitting up in bed. "Well, other than, you know." You gesture towards your neck with another giggle. "Which I also really enjoyed, by the way. But there's no need to worry, just grab me the healing potion from the bathroom, if you could? It's the red vial on the right side of my sink." You stretch your legs as you wait for Barbatos to return with the potion, your muscles feeling weak and sore in all of the best ways. A moment or two later, and he re-enters the room, handing you the vial and sitting next to you on the bed. You chug down the potion, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and setting the empty glass vial on your nightstand as Barbatos gets situated in bed behind you, pulling you back into his embrace.

You let out a happy sigh as you lay your head to rest on his chest, your eyes fluttering closed at the sound of his heartbeat below. Tonight was a night that neither of you would ever be able to forget, a memory that Barbatos will be fond of for centuries to come - his heart begins to fill with sorrow at the thought of the night ending. Almost as if you could read his mind, you begin to whisper to him a similar sentiment.

"Wish tonight didn't have to end...wish it could last forever," you murmur as the hand resting on his chest absentmindedly traces shapes on his skin. His heart swells as he hears your words, his own hand cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"The night may not last an eternity, but our time together does not have to end. My feelings for you are so deeply profound, I simply cannot imagine myself without you. You are a part of me now, as well as I am a part of you." He closes what little distance is left between the two of you, the kiss shared between you both filled such passion, that neither of you could deny the love you share for one another.

"I love you so much, Barbatos," you whisper, after pulling away to gaze into his gorgeous lush green eyes. Even after everything you just experienced together, you can't help the blush that lightly spreads across your cheeks. You didn't really know how Barbatos felt about you, until now.

"I love you too, my darling human. And I always will," he pledges to you, giving you one more chaste kiss before settling back down. You let out a tiny yawn, nuzzling the crook of his neck affectionately before drifting off to sleep. As his own eyelids grow heavier, he thinks over the events of the day fondly. What at first he thought was an unfortunate fate in turn brought the two of you closer together - something he will always feel lucky and thankful for. One quick little turn of fate, and now the two of you are inseparably entwined, the blood ritual and love-making the two of you shared having stricken an unbreakable bond. The refined butler usually isn't fond of losing his resolve - unless he's with you. You always bring out new aspects of himself he's never seen before - even when he's infected with an mutated strain of vampiritis. You bring excitement when his life is mundane, and he's eager to see how the two of you spend the rest of time together - with or without his newly acquired bloodlust.

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inhuman-obey-me · 8 months

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Collab pair piece for Barbatos’s birthday 2023!

Art by Mod Cosmos

Writing by Mod Chaos

Arrhythmia

Can also be read on ao3 here Word count: 10.7k Description: Time, with all its endless possibilities and unknowable branches, is infinite. Yet, certain patterns exist. Some things are fated. And for Barbatos, master of time and space, the heartbeat of fate underlying each strand of time is the constant. This is what time is. This is what time means. Infinite timelines, branching and collapsing, splitting and merging, to the end of time. Until you. You were not part of fate -- not that familiar pulse of passing time he knew so well. You weren't, until suddenly, you were.

Prologue

"I desperately needed to obtain your power to control time, Barbatos..." "I was surprised you'd come to me with such a foolish request, considering you are known as 'Solomon the Wise.'" "But that was before I had my over-the-top nickname, wasn't it? No one called me that yet..." "Indeed. But I knew that people would start calling you that in the near future, you see. Just like I knew that the two of us would eventually forge a pact."

Barbatos has never felt uncertain before.

A demon who has existed since the dawn of time, who controls the very fabric of time, he has seen all of the universe that there was to see.

You see, time, with all its endless possibilities and unknowable branches, is infinite. It is, truly. Yet, certain patterns exist. Some things are fated -- Lucifer's rebellion, the brothers' fall, King Solomon the Wise. These are destiny; these are inevitable.

And for Barbatos, master of time and space, the heartbeat of fate underlying each strand of time is the constant. This is what time is. This is what time means. Infinite timelines, branching and collapsing, splitting and merging, to the end of the universe. A heartbeat, steady and reliable, ever marching on, constant as his own.

Until you.

You were not part of fate -- not that familiar pulse of passing time he knew so well. He knew there were timelines where you would meet, yes. "Your" timeline, of course -- the one you know so well. Others as well. In some, "you" were a witch already; you weren't quite so powerless upon your arrival in the Devildom. In others, you came later, not in the first year of RAD's exchange program but further along, when relations between the realms had progressed more already. In others still, it was never you at all, but some other descendant of Lilith who had landed at Lucifer's feet that fateful day, when the second human exchange student was chosen.

These were the universes he knew existed. Infinite, innumerable -- and, ultimately, irrelevant. The future would march on, with or without you, and he would continue going about his life with Lord Diavolo. Fate would be fate, and those were the things that mattered.

Until you.

Knowing you would meet was different from actually meeting you. And meeting you, changed everything.

Meeting You

The first time he sees you, it barely even registers. He is present, of course, as his liege welcomes you and explains the exchange program to you. He oversees the brothers' introductions, notes the alarm on your face as you come to understand what your life is going to be for the next year. It's rather delicious actually, for the more primal of his demonic instincts, seeing the confusion and mild fear in your expression.

But a certain sorcerer has also just arrived in the Devildom, and Barbatos is a bit preoccupied with trying to determine just how much of a problem Solomon is going to be in this timeline.

The Witty Sorcerer is a constant. The immortal human king with whom Barbatos shares a pact is always a thread woven into his fate. He always decides to become a protector of humanity, and always comes to the conclusion that he must forge pacts with as many demons as he can, in order to gain enough power to hold his ground against the greater powers of the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. The exact demons and particulars of the pacts vary; some always fall for his tricks, while others cross his path by happenstance. Barbatos, for one, is never tricked into a pact but always simply accepts that he is meant to have one, for he has foreseen it countless times. Solomon almost always lands at 72 by this point, however -- that part is not quite exact from timeline to timeline, but also too close to be coincidence.

You catch the butler's attention just once that day, as Lucifer explains the struggle of humans' souls and demons' temptations -- it is then that Barbatos notices how your soul, hardly polished at all yet, nonetheless has a sparkle unlike any he's seen in a very long time. One he hasn't encountered, in fact, since he first met Solomon.

How fascinating.

That same sorcerer in question, however, leaves him little time to ponder the matter further, as his attention is quickly forced to the first of many troublesome texts he will receive from the inhabitants of Purgatory Hall this year.

"Hello, Barbatos. apppologies for the mail, buT I'M NOT VEry familiaR wit h Dev ldom cuisine�� yet.. Is the kitcHEn meant To Flood with pu ripple bubbles when 1 cooks here? SIGNED, SIMEON"

At that, he makes a motion towards Lord Diavolo to be excused and quickly takes his leave to handle the situation.

And he takes no further notice of you for a while, nor you of him.

The next time Barbatos sees you, it's only a few short weeks later, and yet already, you've been quickly gaining quite the reputation.

He can soon see why, too.

You just had to cause chaos in the Demon Lord's Castle, didn't you? You couldn't just quietly complete your field trip with everyone, no. You just had to get yourself dragged into the depths of the castle's underground labyrinth -- and not just once, but twice.

Some version of you, cleverer, more cautious, never falls down there the second time. Other versions never make it out. Sometimes, the others notice your absence quickly enough for Barbatos to open a portal and retrieve you in time. Not always. And Asmodeus is fickle with his attentions -- as is Solomon, even if he pretends not to be. It's by lucky chance in this time that you see how to wield Asmodeus's powers that day, and luckier still that Solomon happens to lend you his magic that night.

"Just interested to see what they'll do with it," the sorcerer smiles, with that annoyingly blithe false innocuousness, when his pact-mate comes to inquire. "Aren't you interested, Barbatos?"

"No, I am not," he answers flatly. "My interest is only for all members chosen for Lord Diavolo's exchange program to have a successful and productive year here in the Devildom."

Solomon's pleasant expression drops just slightly; he gives the demon a very directed look. "Chosen by whom, Barbatos? I don't believe they were given a choice to come here like I was. I'm just...evening the playing field a little for the night. Surely it shouldn't hurt any chances of cooperation between the realms for a defenseless, magicless human to have a little bit of power for one evening?"

A tense smile, oh so familiar to the sorcerer, settles upon the demon's lips. "Of course not."

Barbatos leaves it at that, satisfied in any case that he sees you alive the next morning. A mild curiosity is piqued when he hears Asmodeus gushing about the fascinating, incredible power he felt from you the night before -- greater even than that of the famed sorcerer in their midst? That's odd, normally such strength would be more significant across timelines.

But he dismisses it quickly. Odd as it may be, in the vast breadth of the possibilities of time, if it's not significant, then that's that. It won't ultimately matter. In the endlessness of time, very little ultimately matters. The things that do pulse on as familiarly to him as his own heartbeat.

So he moves on.

"...Okay then, look into that for me, Barbatos."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Depending on how things turn out, it's possible we'll have the answers to all of our questions soon enough."

"Well, it would seem they've arrived."

"Yes, and even earlier than we thought."

The group of brothers, along with the human staying in their home, crowds into the room, Lucifer at their helm. "Diavolo, I want to talk to you."

The prince is unfazed; he and Barbatos had of course expected this when they'd taken Belphegor away. "Well hello, Lucifer. And yes, I assumed as much when I saw you at the door."

"What do we have here? Has the entire family come along today? So, you've all come along as a moving show of support and brotherly love, then?" the butler quips, before his gaze lands harshly on you. "Hmm...but it would appear that one among your number neither qualifies as a relative nor a demon."

Beelzebub stands protectively beside you. "That's right, they aren't a demon, nor are we related...but that doesn't mean we can't be on the same side. Isn't that right?"

You nod determinedly beside him. "You bet it is!"

Lord Diavolo examines you for a moment as the Avatar of Gluttony beams at your answer. "I see. Well, you may be a human, but it would seem you've found a home for yourself here in the Devildom. I have to say, I find that comforting."

The demon prince turns his attention back to the eldest of the brothers. "Now then, Lucifer, how about we hear what you have to say."

Barbatos's gaze lingers on you, however, remaining silent through the back and forth unfolding between the others. You aren't paying attention to him, of course, focused on the discussion over getting the family their seventh back. But he's spoken already with Lord Diavolo about this whole matter, and knows already what his master's decision is going to be. What you are going to do, on the other hand...

"Okay. I'll go alone."

There's that sparkle again. Just like Solomon's soul used to have.

Fated or not, there is something fascinating about you.

Even if this is just one thread of time, just one way for this all to play out, it is unusual. There's no such thing as an aberration in time, only variations that ultimately end up in the same inevitable places. The butterfly effect only flutters so far. Always.

And yet, something about you throws him off, just a bit.

You follow him out of the room, oblivious. It's your first conversation with him alone, even if it's not his first time seeing a conversation with you. "Did you know all of this was going to happen?"

He chuckles at the question. "Imagine for a moment what it would be like to know everything that will happen from now until the end of time."

Yes, imagine knowing everything -- as he does. Barbatos, demon with power over time. Barbatos, who can see anything, any timeline, past, present, and future.

"Why, nothing could possibly be more boring, wouldn't you agree?"

Barbatos, who has seen everything.

Barbatos, who has stopped looking. Barbatos, who uses his powers only for Lord Diavolo now.

"Which is precisely why I find it so very interesting and refreshing to have the chance to take a human like you into my room."

His pulse ticks just a little bit faster as he turns around to face you, opening the door behind him to usher you inside.

Why?

"All right, we've arrived. Please, come in."

He doesn't understand it yet, but there's just...something. Something about you. Something that makes the steady expectation of what comes next feel just a bit off-kilter around you.

Like you're inevitable. Even though he knows you aren't.

He knows this. He knows everything. He has seen everything.

Hasn't he?

He explains the rules and workings of time travel to you, emphasizing to you the consequences of breaking these rules -- "You run the risk of warping history."

You nod back to him, and he wishes you safe travels as he escorts you through the correct door.

And as you walk through, he feels it again. It's not just the sparkle of your soul. It's something more. Something else.

Something uncertain.

Something strange is happening in his room, Barbatos notes as he works, pulling various threads of time to his will.

He bends the timelines together, wrapping them into a single line.

You exist there, and there. This he knew. And yet, without his even touching them yet, there too does he find you. And there, and there.

He opens door after door, searching for each time you inhabit -- and in all doors, there you are.

Where have the others gone?

They existed once. There were other strands, other doors, other yous which were not you at all.

And yet, despite knowing this, despite knowing they should exist -- door after door, there you are.

You are only a human. You have no powers of your own. He has confirmed this -- you may have the blood of Lilith in you, but the power was never yours. And even Lilith could not exert her will over time.

That is his domain, and his alone.

So this shouldn't be. There's no reason for it. You shouldn't be everywhere.

And yet, there you are.

Everywhere. Always.

The brothers are all crowded over you, fighting over who gets to sit next to you. But there's a worry on your face, an insistent concern resting unsteadily on your lower lip.

"Is something the matter?" Barbatos inquires, though he has a sense already of what's on your mind. It has, after all, been on his too.

"Do you think I've warped history?"

Though all eyes are on you, yours are focused solely back upon the butler.

A nagging alarm tugs at the back of his mind with the same question -- have you warped history? Or more to the point, have you warped time?

But he knows that isn't what you're asking about. Not the same way.

"Ah...I take it you're worried about the other 'you' disappearing earlier?" He smiles lightly, explanation readied. "I know I told you that I have the power to see both the past and the future, but the truth is that there's one more secret -- something I still haven't mentioned."

Everyone's gaze shifts to him, their worlds decidedly rocked enough for a single day. None of the brothers are sure what new revelation he's about to unveil, and they're all on edge for it.

Still, his attention remains locked on you as he explains.

"You see, I have the power to select from any number of different potential realities and make any of them into the sole reality. With the various potential realities, there are an infinite number of 'you'..." He pauses, scanning your face for a reaction, but your expression is just as clouded and blank as it had been. He continues, "In the sole reality I chose, the one and only 'you' is the one right here. That's why the previous one disappeared while you remained."

Infinite realities. A "sole" reality.

It's a power he hasn't used in a very, very long time. One he doesn't especially care for, at his disposal though it may be -- what use is it to select these events that don't ultimately matter?

Fate is fate. Time is time. The inevitable is inevitable, and infinity continues moving. Some things simply are fated.

And now, so are you.

He searches your face for recognition. Do you even understand what he's just said?

But there is none. Of course not. No one here does, except him. He is the only one who knows what was fated. Naturally, then, he is the only one who understands what was not. And, with that, the only one who realizes the consequences of what this implies.

Still, the rest of the room stares on in silence, stunned at his nonchalant explanation.

Asmodeus is the first to pipe up. "You know, I notice how you sort of smiled as you said all that, but...um..."

"As far as abilities go, that's a pretty powerful one to have, don't you think?" Satan finishes.

"The Legend of Barbatos: Most Powerful of All Beings..." Levi chimes in, staring with awe.

Though Barbatos's smile remains steady on his face, something murmuring in his chest disagrees. He doesn't feel like the most powerful.

He feels off-balance. And now he knows why.

"Did you know all of this was going to happen?"

No. No, he did not.

An Ambiguous Fate

A great rumbling shakes the ground, the very earth moving erratically beneath them.

Barbatos leaps to attention, ready in an instant and immediately at Lord Diavolo's side. The prince nods at him, worry written all over his face in the form of a single, solemn acknowledgement. There is no time to lose.

It takes a short while to locate the epicenter of the quake, but once they do, they are at the mausoleum within moments, with the aid of a quick portal.

The damage is apparent immediately. Stone shards of fallen statues and broken coffins litter the ground, while gravestones and placards all across the cemetery floor have been flung askew from the force. And worst of all, the Demon Kings' Tomb rests deep at the bottom of a great crater, collapsed.

Barbatos inhales sharply, as the prince resolutely inspects the scene.

Between the two of them, easily two of the most powerful demons in the realm, they are of course capable of repairing the damage. But the greater issue here is the cause -- or more to the point, their lack of information thereof.

Earthquakes like this may simply occur in the human realm due to nature, but they're quite a bit different in the Devildom. They don't just happen, not to this scale. And they generally tend to be a bit more magical in nature.

But magic alone isn't enough to explain something this big. Magic is steeped into all the land of the Devildom, of course, but not to this extent. Even amongst demons, very few have this kind of raw power. And no such demon in existence would dare inflict such force upon the resting place of the realm's former kings.

"Let us record as much of the damage as we can, Barbatos," Lord Diavolo instructs seriously, and his butler nods, getting straight to work.

They comb across the space together, noting down every bit of destruction they encounter. It's soon apparent that most of it is aftereffects and collateral damage; the real impact was to the Demon Kings' Tomb, right at the center. And that too shows certain strange signs of what exactly had happened.

Though they initially treated it as a strangely powerful earthquake, it becomes quickly clear that's not the case at all. No, the ground did not simply shake, nor did it rend apart beneath the tomb -- it's as though the earth below had disappeared altogether. There are no signs of the ground shifting around the tomb at all, in fact, only the smattering of dirt laying atop its crumbled ceiling, loosed from the walls of the surrounding pit by the structure's fall. Nor were the walls toppled as one might have expected from shaking of the ground; instead, they appeared cracked from the bottoms upward, as though they had dropped straight down so that the impact had spiderwebbed up from their bases.

It's unlike anything Barbatos has ever seen -- in the past or future. And he has a suspicion as to why. A very unsettling suspicion.

His chest tightens, disquiet at the thought. He'd expected some changes to the future, yes; that was a given, after what he'd encountered in his room those few months ago. But something this powerful? This destructive?

"Well. That's rather troubling, wouldn't you agree, Barbatos?" Lord Diavolo murmurs, drawing his attention back to the situation at hand. "I suppose there's nothing more we can do for now but repair it, however. Shall we?"

"I suppose we shall," Barbatos nods at him, face set in a grimace.

Together, they combine their magic to restore the monument to its former condition, along with the rest of the graveyard -- the butler rewinding the state of things to a prior time, the prince lending his power to solidify that state back into the present.

They make sure to jot down any final observations before they leave, then return to the castle.

Lord Diavolo is about to leave when Barbatos stops him, "Young Master, before you return to your office, may I have a word?"

There's an uncharacteristic reticence in his voice, a hesitation the prince doesn't typically hear from his butler. He's always encouraged the other to voice his thoughts and opinions freely, regardless of their roles as master and servant. "Of course, Barbatos. What is it?"

"I believe I have an idea as to what was behind this. Though I can't quite yet explain why."

The crown prince's brows knit as the butler explains his theory, as well as the earlier abnormality. "And you're certain about that, Barbatos?"

"I am not. But I had never seen anything like it before. And what happened today was...unexpected. I can only assume that they may be connected."

"I see. Then, let me know if you determine anything more, please."

But without proof or explanation, there's nothing to do about it. For now, at least.

It's a bleak omen indeed when even the most powerful sorcerer ever to exist looks troubled by the problem he's been presented with.

"This is bad...really bad. It took something major to make the entire side of the cliff collapse like this," Solomon frowns, eyebrows knit as he appraises the damage. "I can't see the bottom from here..."

"This is the primeval forest," Barbatos explains. "As the name suggests, it's said that this forest has been here since the time of the Devildom's birth."

"It's hard to believe that such an enormous landslide could happen here in this forest. It truly is unheard of," Lord Diavolo agrees.

"First there was the incident at the Demon King's tomb a few days ago, and now this landslide...it would seem the effect is getting worse," Barbatos murmurs.

"Yes...which is worrisome."

Barbatos doesn't need to be told to worry.

Another unexpected blast of magic, another rippling burst of destruction in its wake. Another key Devildom location, suddenly in ruins. His chest feels tight more often than not lately, seeing your cheerful grin at play rehearsals juxtaposed with these grim, shocking scenes.

It's almost definitely because of you. And all the while, you have no idea. You're just going about your life, the same as ever.

"I hate to say it, but this isn't something I can handle on my own. Actually it's not just that I can't handle it. I doubt the Devildom itself can handle this on its own," Solomon says.

The Witty Sorcerer, living up to his name, had pieced it together almost as quickly as Barbatos himself had. But unlike the butler, his primary concern was not fate, or time, or what destined events had now been thrown asunder.

The immortal sorcerer was, almost touchingly, most concerned about you.

Well, that's not exactly correct. Of course, he's concerned first and foremost about humanity. But as a human, well, humanity includes you, and as the likely cause behind these recent events, he has been threateningly insistent that neither side make any moves to harm you.

Not that the Devildom's prince would, anyway; though his top priority is naturally on keeping the Devildom safe and stable, harming the human he'd brought for his exchange program would be very much against his ideals.

But still, this destruction is, as Solomon said, worrisome. They cannot simply ignore it.

The demon prince and former human king discuss, going back and forth about involving Simeon and the Celestial Realm. There seems little choice, begrudging and frustrated as Lord Diavolo may feel about it -- and for good reason, considering how their last interaction went.

"Young Master, what do you suggest we do about Lucifer and his brothers?" Barbatos inquires, piping up once the matter has been settled.

The prince grimaces. "That's the big question, yes...I'd like to avoid straining my relationship with Lucifer any more than I already have."

The other two nod seriously. Lucifer had been infamously loyal to him after the fall, and they'd become very close friends over the centuries as well, but the events of the previous year, between his fallout with Belphegor and the resulting months of lying right to Lord Diavolo's face, had been stressful for them both. And although the matter had since been resolved, they hadn't yet quite found their way back to that old amicability.

Lucifer had never kept secrets from him before. And now, Lord Diavolo was finding himself doing the same. He didn't like it.

"But even so..." He takes a long pause, eyes looking almost pleadingly towards Barbatos, as if begging him for answers. But the butler can only return his gaze, equally unsure of the right thing to do now. "...I think we should keep this from him just a little longer."

Solomon inhales sharply, then releases it in a deep breath, considering. "Are you sure that's the right thing to do?"

"No, it's a very bad thing to do...and I'm well aware of that," the prince sighs. "But...until we have proof that they are the original source of all this...I don't want him knowing about it."

Proof, yes -- something solid, something beyond the gnawing, restless noise of Barbatos's heart. Evidence to confirm his worst anxieties, beyond simply knowing that what he once knew to be true no longer is. He needs to calm down. It isn't the end of the world not to know what's coming next.

Is it?

Barbatos nods obediently, forcing his own reservations away. He will put his trust in Lord Diavolo. He wouldn't have chosen to serve him if his judgments weren't sound. He has faith in his prince -- he must.

"As you wish, Young Master."

Solomon looks wordlessly between them, letting his troubled silence hang in the air.

This is a mistake, and he knows it. And he knows Barbatos knows it too. But the butler avoids meeting his gaze.

Lord Diavolo, kind and judicious ruler as he is, is the one Barbatos has chosen to devote his life to, is the closest friend Barbatos has ever had. But it is the eyes of King Solomon the Wise who can see through him.

And he does not wish to be seen through. Not now, with all these anxieties weighing so heavily on him. The weight of all that he knows -- and all that he doesn't, for once.

"You said you would always be on his side. I'm asking whether you're really prepared to keep that promise."

"Of course," comes the answer, unquestioningly firm and so unperturbed that he doesn't even glance up from his work.

"I wonder..."

Barbatos fixes a sharp stare upon the eldest of the demon brothers, who finally sets his pen down and narrows his eyes. "What is it you're getting at?"

Barbatos's expression remains unchanged as he thinks on how to formulate his words. If Lucifer could only convince him of his conviction of loyalty to the prince, perhaps these worries in his mind could be laid to rest. But whether the former angel realizes it himself or not, he has been changing. If Barbatos's suspicions are correct, Lord Diavolo will need the Lucifer's aid very soon. And unfortunately, he's no longer certain that such aid will be so easily given.

Unfortunately, he's no longer certain of a lot of things recently.

"If taking the Young Master's side meant hurting those closest to you, would you still do it?" the butler asks more pointedly. When Lucifer doesn't respond immediately, he continues, "If it really came down to that, I wonder if you could bring yourself to take his side...I imagine the old you really would be on his side always, just as you said. But is the new you capable of something like that? You're more gentle now than you used to be. You even exude a certain kindness...and love."

Lucifer only glares back suspiciously, anxious but unsure what exactly Barbatos is trying to say. Even after all these centuries working together, Diavolo's exceedingly loyal steward has never been an easy one to read.

"There was a time when you were known as 'the morning star,' and admired by all. People claimed that just a glimpse of your bright white wings and ruby red eyes could take one's breath away...now you've begun to slowly revert back to the way you were then. You've changed," Barbatos continues, a hint of something almost like an accusation in his voice. "And it started when the human first arrived."

He sees Lucifer's breath catch for a second at the mention of you, just a tiny pause, imperceptible to anyone else. The Devildom prince's right-hand man isn't known for giving away his weaknesses so easily. But then, Barbatos would not be the same prince's ever-present steward if he were not also sharp enough to notice.

He's seen how the former angel looks at you, and how he rushes home from their often late-running work more frequently these days, muttering excuses of needing to get back for dinner with his family. He's always loved his family, of course; Barbatos knows that. But this new affection, how he's been with you, it's...different. More unpredictable. More volatile.

His pulse quickens, voice steady despite his anxiety as he reaches his point. "But for the Young Master, and for the Devildom...is that really for the better?"

If Lucifer would only deny it. If he would only argue that any changes in this past year have been minor, that he's as loyal to Lord Diavolo as ever. For Barbatos, ever smiling, ever calm, full of steady reassurances that they are on the right path -- well, the demon with control over time itself could really use some reassurance himself right now. He would really like for Lucifer to tell him that he's wrong. For him to say that Barbatos is overreacting, or has misread things, or that everything is fine.

But he doesn't. He doesn't even try to. Instead, he's quiet, struggling with what the butler has just suggested. "Are you saying that there will come a day when I have to choose between them and my brothers on one side, and Diavolo on the other?"

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that's definitely going to happen, but..." Barbatos trails off, his chest feeling tight. It's not quite fear, or so he tells himself.

But if the strength of your sway has been powerful enough to throw the future into this degree of disarray...if your presence, your influence, has been so strong even to pull Lucifer from fate...

Barbatos forces the rising dread away, out of his voice, out of his mind. "The possibility exists that you really will be forced to make a choice like that someday. I thought perhaps it was in your best interest to be prepared for such an event...that's all I'm trying to say."

Now that he's said this much, however, Lucifer begins to rise from his chair with alarm. "So, does that mean that--"

"I'm afraid I've said a bit more than I should," Barbatos interrupts, before the other demon can finish the question. "I apologize for disturbing you...I know you're busy. Have a pleasant evening, Lucifer."

With that, he hurries out of the room without a single glance back to the former morning star, who is left to settle uneasily back into his seat.

Future, Anew

"They will need to sever the pacts. It's that, or the Ring of Light may be able to contain it...but it's been lost to history, as you know, so it's not really an option," Solomon explains. "It's going to be tough on the brothers, and...I'm sure they'll be upset as well. But it's the only way."

The sorcerer's expression is solemn, but there's a relief in his face. He has never liked showing weakness around his demonic companions, but for the past few weeks, his stress has been clear to everyone. Now it's finally been lifted.

There is a way. A way to fix things. A way that won't involve you getting hurt.

In an odd sense, Barbatos is relieved too. Severing the pacts -- as Solomon said, it's going to be hard on you and the brothers. But it's a way to end this. A way to stop the power you have, a way to undo all of the damage.

If that's the case, perhaps this has all been something like a bad dream. All of these recent events, twisting time into new shapes and leaving the future unknown to him -- perhaps they would simply stop. The power you have over it could simply be released. You would leave the Devildom, your connections broken, and he'll never have to worry about you again.

Then, fate could be set right again. Fate could be fate again. Familiar, comforting, consistent.

That's what he wants...he thinks.

He thinks so.

And yet...

There's something about the way you smiled so cheerfully after your exams. How brightly your face lifted after the stress, the relief and delight reaching to the very corners of your eyes as you heard the results. Something so honest and innocent -- while he can hardly remember ever being either of those things. It sticks to him, burbling its way to the front of his mind just once in a while, a couple times a day.

He'll never see that on you again after this. He'll never see you again after this.

But it's for the best. Everything can be set right again. Fate can resume its course at last.

Yes, that's what matters -- fate. The security of it, the preservation of it. Everything else...doesn't matter. It's all inconsequential, in the end. You weren't meant to matter, and after this, you wouldn't again. And that is fine. It is how it is meant to be.

Barbatos tells himself this, as a deep sorrow presses heavily upon his chest.

He feels it before he hears about it -- balances shifting, the future in flux.

You'd had the dagger in hand. Things had almost turned out tragically. But Barbatos can tell the instant it all comes crashing to a stop.

It's a good thing, the ideal outcome -- Lucifer alive, his memories restored, you unharmed, your pacts intact, and your power under control so that the realms are now safe. And in some way, without even looking, Barbatos can feel that things have settled. A change in fate -- but it is stable again.

So why does his heart still speed up every time he looks at you?

The question plagues him as he moves about the party, irresistibly drawn towards watching you drift from demon to demon, all of them clamoring for your attention. Even Lord Diavolo seems thoroughly enamored with you recently.

Is that what he is, too? Enamored? Is that why?

You catch him watching you once, mid-spin as you're dancing with Leviathan -- deep orbs of chartreuse that seem to drink in the light around them without reflecting any back. For that split second, you feel like there's something almost hypnotic about them, like you could slip right into that darkness and never find your way out. You're not even sure you'd want to.

For that one tiny moment, he can feel it in his chest -- he wouldn't want you to either.

But then, before you know it, the third brother whirls you back around, and you're laughing, and dancing, and having a good time in the present again. Not only the brothers in fact, but even Solomon and the angels too, are passing you back and forth amongst themselves, asking for dance after dance, and it's as though the bright candle lights all over the room wash the darkness right out as you twirl in their warm glow.

As he resumes his hosting duties, Barbatos considers trying to step in too, perhaps get a longer moment together. Might it be worth trying? Would he even know what to say, if he got his chance?

He's not sure. You've been only a crisis, an unpredictable catastrophe, until now. Amidst all the swirling of time around you, your mysterious power to pull everyone's fates into your own, you nearly brought about a collapse of all three worlds -- in every timeline.

So he's never really had a chance to just...talk to you.

Maybe it's time he did.

The next time your eyes meet, he finds himself making his way over before he has a chance to decide. His heart is ringing in his head as he taps you on the shoulder and extends a hand.

"Excuse me...might I have this next dance?"

A Dream of You

Your first date with Barbatos is sweet, if simple -- and if you even call it a date. He does, at least.

He dithers about asking you for longer than he'd like to admit. His duties keep him busy, and after all, you have enough suitors around you without him stepping in. Knowing that, it may actually be more considerate to you not to ask, he thinks.

He owes it to Lord Diavolo that it happens at all.

The prince, for his part, is more observant than most give him credit for. He has had Barbatos at his side for most of his life now -- and though it's still only a relatively short life so far, by demonic standards, it's certainly been more than long enough to notice how his butler changes just a little bit whenever you're around.

He rather likes that shift in Barbatos. His steward is too serious, and he works too hard. It's a perfect excuse to push him into a little break.

So, he invites you to the castle to join him for tea, to chat about how things are going with your exchange program experience. It's been almost two full years already -- have you gotten to travel much? He's delighted to see how hard you've been working on your studies at RAD, but the Devildom is so much more vast than just this city, you know. He'd love for you to see more of the realm, if you ever get the chance. There's this one wonderful little town in particular, a ways out of the city. There are such beautiful roses that bloom there at just this exact time of year, dotting the whole place with red and pink, and blanketing the whole town with the gentlest sweet aroma. And they make the most wonderful tea out of those flowers! One of his favorites, in fact. Why, speaking of it, would Barbatos mind putting on a pot of it now? -- knowing, of course, that they had run out just days ago for a recent garden party for the nobles.

"I'm terribly sorry, My Lord. I'll need to purchase fresh supplies soon. I know of one shop where it can be purchased, but it's a little far..." Barbatos notes the mischievous triumph in his master's face when your own lights up with envy at the mention. Of course he knew the butler wouldn't be able to ignore it when you're looking at him so imploringly. "If you're interested, would you like to accompany me?"

"Yes, please!" you answer immediately, eyes glittering almost as much as your soul.

"That sounds lovely," the prince agrees, and that settles it.

You meet Barbatos at the train station three days later, early if not so bright in this ever dark realm, and he leads you to your seats with a chuckle. Despite having been in the Devildom so long already, you're pretty clearly excited about the trip, looking this way and that as you board.

"Ah, I imagine you haven't had many opportunities to ride the Devildom railway before? It will take a few hours to reach our destination, so let's enjoy the scenery in the meantime," he says.

You nod eagerly and settle into a quiet peace together, looking outwards. Actually, it's almost a wonder your human eyes can see much through the dark sky beyond the windows at all, though the blazing lights shining off the train certainly help. Barbatos glances at you every once in a while as you ride, smiling softly to himself each time you gasp at a new sight passing by. But he can't blame you -- Lord Diavolo was correct, it's beautiful the whole way there.

The view of the city gives way soon enough to fields of tall red grass, crimson as blood, yet glistening gently with dew. Once in a while, trees dot the horizon, tight clusters of red and orange against the deep darkness of the sky, broken up from time to time by stops at progressively smaller towns. Then, after several hours, the scarlet plains surrender instead to wide swaths of flower fields, full of blushing red and pink dots as far as the eye can see. Another short while after that, a tiny hamlet comes into view, just as speckled in roses.

You practically bolt off the train when it arrives at your stop, before realizing that you don't actually know where you're going. Still, the scent of hellfire roses reaches you from the moment you step out, and you follow your nose out to find some of the flowers themselves. Barbatos chuckles quietly again, catching up with you soon enough. He'd normally be more bothered about someone rushing off and not thinking things through -- but from you, somehow, he finds it sort of charming.

For someone who has caused so much turmoil to the universe, it's...sweet, in a way. Unaware of your own pull, blissfully oblivious to the extent of your own power. Solomon may have told you that your powers are on par with his own now, but watching you, Barbatos gets the feeling that nothing has changed at all. Maybe it almost hasn't. Or at least, he'd have liked to believe that, if he didn't absolutely know otherwise.

"Shall we?" he says, holding out a gracious hand, and his pulse speeds up so fast when you take it that it's almost dizzying -- though he doesn't show it, of course.

He leads you through the streets and into a small but impressive shop, packed with interesting things inside -- not the least of which is a whole wall of rare teas at the far end of the place, all loose-leaf in massive canisters with a slender clear window to offer a peek of their contents. In front of it, employees carefully weigh and hand-pack each order for the handful of other customers inside.

On the opposite side of the store, colorful boxes line the shelves, each brightly announcing various local specialties in perfect souvenir packaging. Pink and red ribbons decorate each one, with a few even folded into delicate rosettes.

Meanwhile, glass cases fill the center with rows and rows of sweets in all shapes and sizes, each with a shiny placard detailing the name of the chef who created them, their ingredient sources, and their recommended tea pairings.

It's no wonder Barbatos likes this place, far from the city though it may be.

Amused at your wide-eyed excitement at everything, he leaves you to wander the store as he heads straight for the tea wall. It ends up taking two employees and the owner to gather and weigh everything he requests, and when you join back up with him, he makes sure to order a bit extra of that Hellfire Rose blend so you can have some too.

"Won't that be a little pricey?" you ask curiously, nervously catching a glance at the posted price.

"The value far outweighs the price," he simply smiles back. "You can share it with the other members of the House of Lamentation. I'm sure Lucifer and Satan would appreciate this wonderful blend with you."

Just as he's about to finish up with his order, another blend catches his eye, one he's never seen here before -- Vortex Paradox.

"Ah, is this a new blend?" he inquires, pointing it out.

The owner perks up upon seeing the blend in question. "Yes! You truly do have a fine eye, sir. Oh, it's a lovely blend. We fused different white and green teas, you see, which turned out with quite the surprisingly deep flavor, like a black tea, and yet it's also still light and sweet. It can be confusing for tea connoisseurs, but it kept drawing me back in -- just like tea leaves swirling to the center of a cup. Hence the name, you see."

Barbatos glances surreptitiously at you -- just as disorienting, yet you too seem to always draw him back in. He keeps catching himself thinking about you lately, even now that all the crises have been resolved. "Perhaps I'll buy this for my own enjoyment," he muses with a wry smile, heart skipping a beat as he takes the bag.

Thanking the staff, he pays for the collection of teas, and surprises you by paying for the things you picked up as well: two boxes of souvenir snacks for Beel, beautiful rosette cakes for Asmo, a baggie of cat-shaped cookies for Satan, and a box of rose-flavored chocolates for yourself. Then, you go to dinner together afterwards, and after that, it's back towards home -- with one quick stop for a photo, at the demon's request.

"I don't have many opportunities to spend time with you. After all, you're usually surrounded by those lively brothers. In other words, today has been a rather special day for me," he explains. "It's a pity that such an enjoyable time must come to an end, but we have people waiting for us back home..."

He's a bit surprised himself, to find that for the first time, he's not quite wanting to return to the castle and its prince just yet, despite what he'd just said. Just like that day at the party, there's an odd impulse in him to wrap you up in his arms and not let go.

But you do indeed have people waiting for you, and he as well.

So he doesn't. He settles for a photo, then leads you back to the train station, watching over you as you fall asleep on the way back, exhausted from the excitement of the day. With the various souvenir gifts you'd gotten the brothers, your pile of purchases is almost as tall as his own stack of supplies for the castle, he notes to his amusement, and he carries both collections off the train when it pulls back into the city, regardless of any protests from you.

"Thank you for today," you smile brightly at him when he hands your things back at last, before you split off from each other to head home. "Even if uh, heh, I guess I was only accompanying you for an errand, huh? But I really enjoyed myself, so thanks for letting me come along!"

"Not at all. The pleasure was mine for your company."

As you wave goodbye and turn to leave, there's that strange tightness in his chest again.

"Asmo, wait--"

You reach for his arm to try to stop the Avatar of Lust from running off, but he's zipped away in search of moisturizer already, leaving you with Barbatos, who is presently dressed as a teal bat.

Honestly, he can't understand Asmodeus at times like this -- it will take longer for him to go and come back than it would to simply check for the others and return inside.

But then, he's also not complaining about a little alone time with you...

Though you had taken that trip together to buy tea, a few months have already passed, and between magic training under Solomon and now these sorcerer trials, you've been so busy that the butler hasn't really had much chance to even see you. And even when he has, it's not as though he could easily ask you on another date when the brothers are so often hanging around.

Sighing after Asmodeus's turned back, you direct your attention back to the remaining demon and give him a slightly awkward smile, trying to make conversation. "So...nice weather, huh?"

Ah. Of course. He supposes you haven't actually really talked with each other much still, despite his growing infatuation with you. And although he's had his eye on you for a while now -- how could he not have, after all that's happened? -- as a butler often stepping away into the background, it's to be expected that he might not have caught yours in return. Without the excitement of new sights all around to keep your attention, perhaps it's natural you wouldn't know what to say to him.

He gives you a small, reassuring smile. "Do you find it awkward being alone with me? You shouldn't feel obligated to come up with something to talk about. Nor is there any need to feel uneasy around me." After all, he's happy just to be beside you here.

You don't look convinced, though, or perhaps you just aren't able to enjoy the silence with him. In any case, you peer at him, looking like you'd still like to say something.

Or, if he dares hope -- maybe you'd also like to get to know him better?

"What do you think of Lucifer and his brothers?" you blurt out finally.

Not a question he'd been expecting. Still, he obliges without missing a beat. "As long as you're just watching them, they're an enjoyable group, and never boring. But they can sometimes cause trouble, and can be a nuisance. I suppose that's a fair way of putting it. To be completely honest, I wish they would refrain from involving the Young Master every time they get into some sort of trouble."

You give him an understanding nod in the silence that ensues, though you look like you aren't exactly sure how to respond. You're much closer with the brothers than he is -- probably why you'd asked the question. So, maybe you just aren't comfortable expressing that affection for them around him?

Trying to lighten your mood a little, he adds, "For his part, the Young Master seems to like being involved, which is the source of many headaches for me."

That earns him a small smile from you, just short of a laugh, and to his relief, you seem to relax a little bit. "Then...what do you think of Diavolo?"

"He is my master, and I devote myself fully to his service, as is my duty. The Young Master is the very reason for my existence now. Does that answer your question?"

You can't help but giggle this time, thrown off by his unexpectedly serious answer. "Yeah, I guess it does."

Both of you fall silent again after that. It's clear on your face that you have another question on your mind, as your gaze focuses intensely on him, and his pulse quickens at what it might be. But despite your earlier attempts at conversation, for some reason, you don't ask this one. You look almost too nervous to ask.

He's curious what's on your mind. But Asmodeus will be returning any moment now, and if you aren't comfortable saying it, then he supposes he ought to leave it alone. Carefully, he suggests, "Perhaps I could ask you some questions this time?"

"Oh! Of course," you agree immediately, the apprehension dropping from your face in an instant. How strange, to relax more when handing the reins to a demon. "What do you want to know?"

How you, a random human with no magical powers of their own, pulled fate to you.

How you pull everyone around you into your orbit, like gravity pulling planets to the sun.

How you seem to pull him to you, too.

How you're so oblivious to that pull you have over him.

But, of course, he doesn't ask any of those things.

Instead, he opts for simpler questions, more along the lines of what you'd asked him -- how do you feel about the brothers, about the angels? You answer simply, and he nods along as you speak. You're fond of them; you're fond of everyone. Of course you are. He did ask, but it wasn't as though he didn't know that already.

Unsure what else to say from there, he begins to turn his gaze back towards the manor to check for Asmodeus's return, when you blurt out, "You're not going to ask me how I feel about you?"

That catches him off-guard.

"Well, outside of the Young Master, I've never been interested in others' opinions of me, you see," he responds, then pauses. That might have been true before, and it might have been the truth for millenia. But as you stand directly before him, looking him in the eyes, can he honestly say that he doesn't care what you think of him? "But as long as we're on the subject, would you mind if I inquire? What do you think of me?"

You don't hesitate. "I like you."

His heart skips another beat.

"...My goodness. I must say, I'm honored."

Your eyes are locked on each other as you both let that blunt confession hang in the air for another moment, before he opens his mouth to speak.

"Guys, heeeeeelp!" comes the cry from Asmodeus instead.

"Hey Barbatos, I just passed this really interesting antique store while I was in town, full of skulls, and taxidermy, and all kinds of stuff. And, I was wondering...would you maybe like to check it out with me tomorrow? As a date?"

It is, perhaps, a bit ironic to suggest visiting an antiques and oddities shop to a demon almost as old as the universe itself -- and even more so, one in the human realm, where the wares are generally only a couple centuries at most, or assorted "demonic" paraphernalia with no actual connections to the Devildom at all. But when he receives the call from you, he doesn't question it at all.

Three weeks have passed already since you told him, point-blank, that you like him, yet neither of you has had a chance to speak about it again since. So if you're inviting him on a date now?

Well, he's certainly not going to say no.

He waits for you at a nearby cafe the next day -- his choice of meeting spot -- and he's there with two paper to-go cups of freshly brewed tea when you arrive.

"The owner here is a recent friend of mine," he explains, holding one of the cups out to you, "and we thought it'd be interesting to exchange blends sometime. As it happens, I realized it was quite close to the shop you mentioned, so I thought I'd come by today. Now, you've arrived just in time for this one to have cooled to the perfect temperature, so please enjoy it."

"Wow, thank you!" you exclaim, taking a sip. He's right -- it's just cool enough not to scald your tongue, with the perfect amount of lingering heat to lift the fragrant notes of persimmon and pomegranate to your nostrils. The warm sweetness lingers on your palate, echoing the gentle warmth of his fingers as he takes your hand to walk.

As the two of you approach the antiques store, he can see right away why you thought to invite him in particular. The entire shopfront, from the trim of the windows and door to the severe brick exterior, is pure black, standing at a stark contrast from the rest of the street. A soft, eerie teal light glows entrancingly from a crystal ball in the window, resting upon a backdrop of carefully draped black velvet, beckoning passersby to come stare into its depths.

Above the door, the deep toll of a bell rings out in welcome as you walk in, accompanied by the distant echoing of children laughing further inside. He chuckles; it's clearly meant to be creepy, but as a demon, he finds it so terribly curious what humans consider to be unsettling. He might have expected the joy of the young to be more enjoyable to human ears.

The interior of the shop, it turns out, is fairly massive, consisting of several additional rooms with more varied theming beyond the all-black furniture and all-black walls at the entrance. One room mimics the feeling of an old laboratory littered with skeletons and various scientific implements, while another has dried flowers and taxidermy butterflies scattered all around a garden-like space. Another still is laden with colorful crystals and rocks gleaming alongside elaborate displays of antique jewelry.

He looks around with mild curiosity as you browse. Most of the occult merchandise is kitschy if not outright fake, but he keeps an eye out nevertheless for things he thinks you might like. As you wander the rooms, you call his attention over to a few things as well -- old timepieces, vintage cooking utensils, the occasional demonic-looking cryptid skull which he invariably assures you is certainly not from any actual creature of the Devildom.

"Ah, but this one here..." A small block of amber catches his eye, containing what appears to be a preserved moth with an extra pair of wings. "I believe this little one may actually be a moirae moth. How interesting to see one that's made its way to the human world...old Devildom mythology suggests that these creatures once produced the threads of silk that three fairy sisters weaved into the kismet tapestry. Moirae moths can be identified by their six wings, as you can see here -- one for each hand of fate."

Barbatos passes the fossil over to you, and you tilt your head at it slightly as if puzzling over something, then look back up at him. "Shouldn't you of all demons know if that myth is true or not?"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Well...you can see the past, present, and future, right, Barbatos? And you said there are infinite timelines...so wouldn't that mean there's no such thing as fate?"

He blinks in surprise.

"Yes, there are indeed infinite timelines. But...perhaps it may be more apt to compare fate to a braid, rather than a tapestry. There are places, certain events, where the timelines converge and meet before splitting off again. For example, I knew even before I met him that I would make a pact with Solomon, as it is true in every timeline. Though, to a human such as yourself, those events would normally be so far apart that they may never touch your life at all."

"Oh. Hmm...like what? What was the last one?"

Another blink, and he can't help but chuckle a bit in response this time. You really never cease to surprise him. With how much that very fate had changed since you'd first arrived in the Devildom, the question is a startling reminder that you don't in fact have any idea how much impact you've really had on time and the universe.

"You."

"Me?" You're the surprised one this time, mouth agape with disbelief. "How -- I -- wasn't I just some human you guys dragged into the exchange program?"

"You were," he agrees. "And then you weren't."

You look even more confused now, for good reason. "Because you picked the 'true' timeline?"

"No, it was not my doing. I merely combined the timelines where you existed in the Devildom. However, something shifted such that you started appearing even in timelines that were originally not your own, and thus, you created a new event of fate. Though, even I do not know exactly how," he admits.

You place the fossil back onto the table, looking deep in thought, and Barbatos immediately regrets telling you all that.

"Ah, I'm afraid I must apologize. This was supposed to be a pleasant, casual day out together, and I've given you such a heavy topic to dwell on. Shall we look in that room next?" he asks, trying to direct your attention back to lighter matters.

From there, you resume your browsing together, looking at the various oddities and each picking up a couple small trinkets, but he can tell you're distinctly distracted now.

Just as the two of you are about to leave, suddenly you stop and turn around. "Wait here, actually. There's one more thing I want to run back and get."

You dash back inside before he can respond, leaving him flustered at the entrance, and return back after a moment, your spirits looking higher again.

"Were you able to find what you went back for?" he inquires, looking at you curiously, but you're already stuffing whatever it was into your pocket, out of sight.

"Yep! Sorry about that!" you answer brightly, seemingly happy to keep it a secret. Instead, you grab his hand and almost drag him along with you, heading back down the way you'd first come. "You said you're friends with the owner of that cafe earlier, right? Come on, I'm feeling kind of hungry, so let's get a snack or something."

Surrendering, he decides not to pry any further, settling for sipping on another cup of tea and sharing a slice of chocolate pear cake at your behest. Once in a while, he notices you fidgeting with it again in your jacket pocket. Still, it remains just out of his view.

Perhaps it's a gift for one of the others, something that you thought that one of the brothers might like. There were several items inside that seemed right up Satan's alley. In any case, he supposes that as long as you're no longer looking weighed down by the earlier conversation, it's for the better -- even if there's an unmistakable twinge of jealousy in his chest at the thought.

So, it's to Barbatos's surprise when, as you say your goodbyes for the day afterwards, you pull the object back out of your pocket and slip it into his hand. The moirae moth from earlier stares emptily up at him from inside of its amber encasing, its translucent wings gleaming in the sunshine now that you're out of the shop's dim lighting.

"Actually," you smile sheepishly, "I went back to get this for you. I, um, was thinking about what you said. About me creating a new fate. I thought you should have something that creates fates too. Well, I guess you're almost like the most powerful demon ever though, so you don't really need some moth to--"

In that moment, you're sparkling again, and he's tempted for so much more than just your soul.

He pulls you into a kiss. No pause to question it, no holding back out of politeness -- though he is relieved when you kiss him back.

You taste like chocolate cake and persimmon tea, and you send his heart racing.

And this time, that's a good thing.

(A/N: This is the "happy ending" point. If you want this story to end sweetly and happily, just leave here!! This is a perfectly good place to stop! Because the next chapter is the final chapter and it is not a happy, neat, fluffy, sweet kind of ending. You've been warned!)

Certainty

Barbatos had thought that things were fine now. That, full of surprises as you were, things were stable now. You hadn't been fated, and then you were -- and then you were, together.

And that was the end of it, he thought.

It wasn't. And now, here he stands, opening a portal for his pact-mate to follow you to who-knows-when in time.

There's a dread pounding in his chest, an odd powerlessness he's rarely ever felt.

Solomon nods at him before stepping through, and then he's gone.

Barbatos can't follow.

Control over time, all this immense power -- hadn't Leviathan called him the Most Powerful of All Beings? Hadn't you, too? And yet, he can't follow. It's too close to another, past version of him. He is powerful. That's exactly what makes it too dangerous for two of him to exist in the same time and space.

So he can't follow. But that doesn't make him want to any less.

He sits down, feeling as though the air has been squeezed out of his chest, drowning in anxieties of possibilities and impossibilities.

Someone who has the power to change fate, suddenly flung far into the past -- and here he is, left behind, unable to do anything about it.

This is what you've always been -- unpredictable, uncontainable.

He shakes his head, trying to clear the helpless thoughts from his mind. If there is one thing he knows now, one unshakeable, undeniable fact, it's that you are even more powerful than fate.

Your connection transcends time.

You will find your way back to each other.

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Obey Me Brothers + Dateables Smut Headcanons

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon.

A/N: Some may have less because I don’t think about them as much as the others, sorry about that. This also was not beta read, so if there’s spelling errors I apologize. Also please if you like these, consider reblogging! Or at the very least send in a reply, or anon telling me what yall think!!

Warnings/Tags: Obviously very sexual themes, I’m not going to bother tagging every sexual thing mentioned in here, so please read at your own discretion. Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI

Words: 8,734

Lucifer:

Lucifer’s a dom, a hard dom, a brat tamer even. Or he’s a power bottom, and he will tease you relentlessly while you’re bouncing on his cock.

He does a mix of praise and degradation, he’ll call you a cock-dumb slut in one breath, then tell you that you’re beautiful and doing a good job.

It also depends on his mood, you can tell if he’s had a rough day because he pulls out the degradation more, and will fuck you more roughly. If he’s had a good day (to his standards) he’ll praise you more and have more deliberately slow but deep thrusts instead.

If you ask him though, he will make love to you. He’s much better showing you how much he loves you through action than he does with his words.

Lucifer has a cockwarming kink, size-kink, dumbification kink, and ngl probably has some kind of title kink (whether that’s master, daddy, sir, etc.)

He’s also into BDSM, we should all know this intuitively by now. He literally has things to hang his brothers upside down IN CANON. Of fucking course he’s thought about you tied up in some kind of way and having his way with you. He’s a sadist.

Speaking of being a sadist, he will probably either overstimulate you or deny your orgasm. He loves hearing you whine and either begging him to keep going or to give you a break. He loves hearing you begging in general, really.

LOVES SPANKING YOU. That’s it.

He’ll love to mark you up, but if you mark him up it will never actually be shown because dude is modest in his clothing, so it’ll be completely hidden under his clothes. If this frustrates you, it’ll actually turn him on knowing that he can control this part too.

Please sext him at your discretion, because if you’re trying to get absolutely fucking railed, then yeah, sext him during a meeting, or class, or literally anything where his presence is important. If you’re not trying to get railed, and just want to attempt to get some kind of power back and make him flustered, good luck, it’s not going to work. He’ll act completely unfazed, and then tease you and take it out on you later.

He also has a corruption kink, so if you act all innocent and sweet and shy, he’s going to make sure you’re begging him to fuck you like a good little slut. He will also not give you what you want until you’re basically screaming how bad you want to be fucked.

This man can be semi-vocal, he will growl a lot, groan, and like I mentioned, degrade and praise you. He will hardly ever cuss or let it show that he himself is drunk off of your body, his pride won’t let him.

He’s also a semi big boy to demon standards, he’s almost ten inches, and about average girth. Since the human standard is not even close to ten inches, if you let it show that you’re surprised at how big he is, it will only make him swell up with more pride. He’s trimmed, he’s almost just as particular about his looks than Asmo.

He’s really good in the aftercare department though. He’s probably second to Asmo for his brothers in aftercare. He knows he can be rough, and he really does love you. He wants you to know how much he cherishes you. Baths/showers, praise, massages, cuddles, anything you want.

Lucifer will never admit it, but the times he wakes up to you in the morning are some of his happiest moments. Just having you in his arms and being the first thing he sees, the first thought in his mind, warms his heart like no other.

Mammon:

Mammon’s a total switch! Anyway you want him, anywhere you want him, however you want him, he is yours. If you want a service dom, if you want a brat, if you want a hard dom, if you want a total sub. He can do it all, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first. He’s full of surprises.

Definitely has a praise kink, istg tie him up and tell him how good he’s being and how wonderful he is, and he’ll literally turn into putty and whine for you.

He also likes to praise you too, if you have a degradation kink, he may try and play into it, but really he prefers to praise you instead. Might call you a good little slut or something, like a mix between degradation and praise.

If you go to the casino with him and sit on his lap while he’s playing, it will turn him on like no other. Blow on his dice, give him a kiss for winning or good luck, even if he loses, he doesn’t care as much because all he can think about is how badly he just wants to take you home instead. Hell, if you tease him enough, he'll settle for taking you in the casino bathroom.

Loves to give or receive oral, he doesn’t have a preference. He equally loves seeing the look on your face when you go down on him, as much as he loves seeing your face of pure pleasure and moans of his name when he goes down on you.

I know many think the demons have massive cocks, but I like to think a maybe reasonable in between of both a demon and a human. So I imagine he’s about eight inches, probably just slightly above average girth, probably keeps himself trimmed. May have even considered getting a cock peircing at some point if he doesn’t have one already.

He has a marking kink in every single way, he wants everyone to know you’re his, and vice versa. He will have so many dark hickies all over your body, cum inside you and beg to have it drip down your thighs, or really cum anywhere on you. He’ll bruise your hips and waist with the imprints of his fingers. Bite marks, scratch marks, etc. Mammon has probably even gotten you some jewlery engraved with some form of his name on it, in a way to once again, show who you belong to.

And this goes for him too, scratch the fuck outta his back and he will be wearing a tank top all day. Hickies, lipstick smudges, bite marks, whatever you want to give him to show the fact that he’s the one pleasuring you like this.

Mammon can be very sappy sometimes and definitely follow the definition of making love to you! Any time he becomes aware of your mortality, or just how much he truly does adore you, he will worship every inch of your body and have you going all night, just wanting to spend as intimately close to you as long as possible.

He can be pretty good with aftercare when it’s really needed. Sometimes he can be exhausted, so give him a few minutes to recoup and then he’ll grumble and still get you a towel and clean you both up. Other times he can pamper you and continue to praise you on how good you were. Please do the same thing for him if he’s being a sub, he really wants to be good for you.

If you’re AFAB he’ll probably even let you peg him tbh.

He will attempt to tease you and say sweet nothings into your ear, or dirty talk you in public, he likes to see you flustered and has the confidence as if he can definitely keep his word (and he can), but if you do the same thing back to him?? 404 Mammon Not Found, MALFUNCTIONS. Sputters out words that aren’t even all coherent, and gets really defensive if you tease him how red he’s gotten after you do it.

Levi:

If you call Levi mid game and he actually answers you, and you start dirty talking, telling him how you’re touching yourself, or how you want him to fuck you, and he absolutely will cum in his pants untouched. He’s probably incredibly frustrated and complaining how this isn’t fair, because he’s in the middle of a tournament and cannot quit his game right now. But as soon as he’s done, he is hauling ass to wherever you are.

Roleplay kinkkk… dress up as his favorite characters and he will be so for it. If you also have a roleplay kink in which he dresses up, even better too.

Everyone has had a headcanon of sort along these notes but I absolutely agree with the idea that he has thought about fucking you with his tail.

Levi’s a diet switch. If you really make him jealous and piss him off, he can and will rail you and be a total dom about it. But any other time he’ll do whatever you want of him, but he will be incredibly nervous and flustered at first, but once he’s finally in the moment, then he’s definitely in the moment.

For him, it just takes some getting used to at first because even if you two have fucked 50+ times, all of those 50+ times he’s still a little surprised that you want to have sex with him. Over time he’ll fall into a rhythm and get used to it, but please be patient in the meantime.

Levi has both a degradation kink and a praise kink, you can switch between both and he’ll react the same way to either.

MANHANDLE HIM. DO IT. Pull his hair, shove him down on the bed, pull him closer to you, smack his ass, suck on his fingers or his tail mid sex, spit in his mouth, either way the look of pure shock and ecstacy on his face when you do it is like no other.

I def think that Levi has like a seven inch cock, but is A GIRTHY BOY. He probably doesn’t even realize it, and may have even been self-conscious that he’s only seven inches (for a demon) but when your eyes go wide at how thick he is?? It gives him a confidence boost. He can go back and forth on whether he’s trimmed or not, if he’s been gaming and binge watching he probably doesn’t think about that kind of thing.

If you tell him that he’s the only one who can pleasure you like this, that no one else even comes close to fucking you like he can, he will absolutely fucking lose it. It’s one of the few times he might even get a little bit of dom traits and be a little rougher in his thrusts. If you’re close to coming yourself though and say that, he might cum with you. Either you’re in for at least another hour, or you’re both gonna finish in like 10 minutes when you say that, there’s no in between.

The first time you two have sex, he was totally pussy-drunk (or whatever the male equivalent is) off of you when he first penetrates you.

Can be a little confused at first in the aftercare department, but he’ll eventually pick up on it, and whatever you prefer, need, etc… He’ll do for you. He’s a cuddler, let him be big or small spoon, doesn’t matter as long as he’s holding you.

Satan:

Satan’s a dom, but he definitely goes through being a soft dom, hard dom, brat tamer, service dom, power bottom, etc. He’s the one who’s in control, but he will give you a choice on how you want him to take said control.

If you want to see his hard dom side, tease him. Tease him in public, sext him, whisper dirtry things into his ear, anything. If you tease him, he will drag your ass back to his room and hard dom you for being so bratty and teasing him.

We all know that he’s into kitten play. Let’s be really honest with ourselves. He will call you his kitten, and if you’re okay with it, even put a cute little collar on you. If you wear kitten ears too and really get into the role, he’ll love it. Call him your master and he will have the most smug fucking look on his face.

He’s typically more prone to giving praise as that’s what comes more naturally to him, but he will degrade you if that’s what you prefer.

Yes, he is the avatar of wrath, but he treats you with the most utmost respect, care, and love. Yeah, he will fuck you roughly, especially if you’re really into it, he can make you feel disgusting if that’s what you want, but really, he would much prefer to make love to you and worship your body.

He adores just making you squirm and whine and beg because it feels too good, because you’re so overstimulated, and are just a shaking mess underneath him. That’s what really gets him going.

In fact, he actually loves giving oral more than receiving just because he wants to see you come undone and moaning his name. Hell, if he thinks that Lucifer can hear the two of you, he’ll make you scream his name.

Satan prefers any position where you’re looking at him, he wants to see your pretty little face contort with pleasure, and he thinks it’s much more intimate that way.

His thrusts are calculated, he has studied you and what you like and how your body reacts. He has researched you in the most detailed way possible just to know how he can make you cum in less than a minute. It’s almost scary how easy he can turn you on and get you orgasming before you can even process that you were even close to begin with.

With that being said, he also doesn’t mind experimenting with different things because he just wants to learn and know how you’ll react to it. Satan loves finding out new things, and when it comes to sex with you it is no different.

Satan can go for a very long time because he’s figured out how to use his stamina to the fullest. Honestly you can’t even tell he’s close sometimes because he’s really got resolve. It’s sweet, sometimes he’ll even ask if you want him to come yet or to keep going.

Now, if you beg him to cum, especially inside you, his resolve flies right out the damn door. He will curse under his breath and get a little rougher and sloppier. He’ll grunt and growl the closer he is to coming if you’re a begging mess for him to cum.

Also if you’re AFAB he doesn’t mind period sex. Especially if it helps you with your cramps. He can probably pick up when you’re on your period, and if you’re embarrassed about it, he’ll reassure you that it’s totally fine.

He’s eight inches, with a slight above average girth. He’s relatively trimmed, but he doesn’t keep up with it every time, unless that’s what you want.

Satan is good with aftercare too, maybe not as good as some others, but still good. He’ll already have had a towel at the ready for the both of you, and he’ll make sure you drink water. He’ll cuddle up with you and if he’s still awake, he’ll read to you until the two of you fall asleep.

Asmo:

WE ALL KNOW HE’S A SWITCH, COME ON. He’s literally the avatar of Lust, he has probably been in every role, every position, knows every kink or fetish there is, been with every body type. He is VERSATILE.

With that being said, he himself adores having sex in front of a mirror some kind. He loves watching both himself fucking you, and having you see your lewd expressions of pleasure.

Asmo probably knows instinctively what kind of things you’re into sexually, but still loves to hear you say it out loud to him. Especially if you get flustered trying to tell him about it, he lives for that kind of shit.

Has a minor corruption kink tbh, especially if you’re the innocent or shy type. He loves teasing you, and will even pretend as if he didn’t hear you the first time and that you need to speak louder about what you want, and how badly you want it.

Bro when he makes love to you? Fuck, it’s intimate, like, you might actually cry from how emotional you are and how intimate it is. He’s full of love, and he wants you to love him for who he is too. Don’t worry though, he’ll always take care of you and if you need a break he’s okay with that too.

He might be a tiny bit against marking him at first, because he does make a point to really take care of his skin, but honestly if he overstimulates you and you just need some kind of fucking outlet, he won’t mind being that outlet.

Scratch his shoulders and back, litter his skin with hickies. Asmo gets off to how you're just writhing under him and don’t know what to do with all the pleasure you’re feeling, so if he has to take care of his skin a little more than usual as a consequence to his own actions, he’ll do it.

If you want Asmo to ruin you, he will. He will make sure that literally no one in all the three realms can please you like he can. The kind that even if you’re with some other sexual partner in the future, he will still always be lingering in the back of your mind.

He also adores non-sexual acts of intimacy too! Take showers or baths with him! Have him do your makeup or vice versa, let him paint your nails, massage you, brush your hair or you brush his. Of course Asmo knows exactly how to make you scream his name, but he also wants to know your heart just as intimately.

He has a seven and a half inch dick, with an average girth, but god damn does he know what to do with it that really it shouldn’t matter what his dick looks like. Asmo also cares about his looks, so of course his cock looks just as pretty as him.

AFTERCARE KINGGG he’s honestly the best in the aftercare department out of all of his brothers. The only one who could really compete with him in terms with aftercare would be Barbatos. HE WILL PAMPER YOU. Honestly no matter how rough the sex was, any pain you may have can disappear with his aftercare if that’s how you want it. If you also want to purposely not walk for awhile, he’s totally fine with that too.

Beel:

SERVICE DOM, SERVICE DOM, SERVICE DOM. He will put in THE WORK. He will even let you use him however you want if it means you’re getting your pleasure too. In that case he can sometimes be a bit of a switch, but it’s just really that he loves pleasuring you.

Listen, he will literally go down on you for hours if you do not physically try and push him off at some point. Use your pact to stop him even. Besides food, he just wants to eat you out at any point. He’s a glutton, he’s never satisfied, even if you’ve cum twenty times and crying from overstimulation. You gotta snap him out of it and beg for him to give you some break. Really, you should bring snacks with you, because you can distract him momentarily enough to give yourself five minutes while he eats the snacks.

With that being said, he also will leave hickies and bite marks if he gets a little too carried away with his sin. Of course he doesn’t want to hurt you, and if you don’t like hickies and love bites he will hold himself back from doing it.

He has a pretty low libido, but when you two do have sex, it’s like a whole fucking day’s session. Beel will have a hard time stopping, so even if you have sex maybe once a week or once every two weeks, that one session will literally be HOURS worth of activities of you two fucking. I’m not talking about 3 or 4 hours either, I mean legit like nearly 8 fucking hours, if it wasn’t for the fact that you both need actual fucking food and water.

I would incorporate food play with caution. It is very hot, and yes, he will lick everything off of your body, but like I mentioned earlier he can leave bite marks if he gets carried away.

SIT. ON. HIS. FACE. DO NOT HOVER. SIT. SUFFOCATE HIM WITH YOUR FUCKING THIGHS. HE DOESN’T CARE. LISTEN BABY, HE’S STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY YOUR FULL WEIGHT, DO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT. JUST SIT ON HIS FACE.

Listen if you have a small Somnophilia discussion with him and give him permission to basically use you as a midnight snack, he will take you up on that offer. A very tired Beel between your legs while you’re sleeping? Yeah, he might even fall asleep with his head between your legs after he’s satiated too.

If you’re AFAB, Beel also doesn’t mind period sex, but some of it is because he does kinda wanna know what you taste like on your period. Of course once he figures out that it makes you feel better too, he’ll love period sex even more, because he loves being able to help you out that way.

Out of all the brothers he’s the least possessive, and wouldn’t mind having some kind of threesome with you if that’s what you wanted. At the end of the day he trusts you and knows you’re coming back to him, so he’s not very worried about other people. And even if he did have to worry, he’s so intimidating that most people don’t want to compete with him anyway.

With that being said, if you’re at one of his Fangol games, he once again, might eat you out in some storage closet if he’s feeling hungry. Again, because he’s so heated, sweaty, and intimidating looking, no one will bother you two during that intermission. So despite it being semi-public sex, in the sense that you can get caught, if anyone hears your moans coming from the room, you’re safe.

He’s a big boy, he really is. He’s ten and a half inches, and above average girth too. He doesn’t really think about trimming unless you ask him to or if he thinks you’re bothered by it. Besides that, it’s not a big issue for him, so he won’t go out of his way to do it. Not to say that he isn’t clean, he’s very clean, he just doesn’t really trim.

Pretty decent in the aftercare department, he’ll easily carry you to help you clean up. He’ll feed you snacks and give you water, he’ll massage your thighs, and he’s a fantastic cuddler. With that being said, pleaseeee reassure him that you’re okay. He will absolutely worry that he might have gone too far, or hurt you, and will not forgive himself for it. Praise him and tell him that you enjoyed it, that you’re okay, and that you love him. That’s all he needs to hear from you to know that things are going to be okay.

Also I am in a brain rot that he loves the mating press position and if you let him cum inside you he will slowly develop a small breeding kink. He can’t cum just once in the session either, he goes for multiple too.

He’s not a very vocal one, but he will grunt, growl, and groan at short phrases such as “you’re taking me so well,” “So pretty,” “Taste so good,” “I love you,” “delicious,” and maybe even the rare occasional curse. Just know he does feel very good, and what he doesn’t say about his own pleasure, you can see very clearly on his face.

Belphie:

(For Belphie’s part all except for one point at the very end was written by the very lovely @iambutadepress I love you! Thank you for dragging me down the rabbit hole, and also helping me with this! Anything I added I put in parentheses!)

Belphie can be lazy, but when it comes to you? He’ll pull out the works.

He can range from Hard Dom to Power Bottom but either way, he always lets you know who has control.

As much as he loves his twin brother, he will not share you at all unless it’s platonic; He’s easily jealous. (He will allow cuddle session sandwiches with you between the two of them.)

With this jealousy he has a major marking kink, mainly scratches and bite marks the damn sadist.

Belphie’s dick is of average size and girth but he makes up for this in how rough his thrusts are. (Personally, I like to think that the average for a demon is like 7 inches or something. The human average is about 5 inches. So I think it wouldn’t be extreme to say that demon’s average is 7, with the “bigger” ones being close to 10 to 12 inches.)

ORGASM DENIAL!!! Mans wants to see you beg and plead underneath him and if you’re riding him he will make you a drooling mess forced to sit straight up on his cock. (I also think he’s got a lot of stamnia despite being a very sleepy boi. He can easily keep denying your orgasm for awhile without even breaking a sweat.)

He uses his tail as a whip or as restraints. (Especially if you’re being rather bratty.)

Shameless flirt to the max, be it whispers, sly comments, or explicit remarks, he will make sure you are flustered and begging for more. (I think if you flirt with him back too, it’ll only spur him on to just flirt with you even more and get more and more explicit and teasing as it continues.)

He thinks it’s cute when your a blushing mess.

Degradation kink to the max, but will throw in some praise when he feels you deserved it.

Belphie can like choking but the minute you seem to struggle too much he will immediately stop… we all remember THAT chapter. (RIP)

Favorite position can be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl because it requires the least amount of work on his end but he can still control the pace and how much you go.

ASS AND THIGHS MAN. (I bet he thinks that your thighs are one of the best pillows he can ever have, let him sleep in your lap, play with his hair, he still won’t go easy on you next round, but he’ll thank you.)

Aftercare needs some work. He will usually fall asleep after you’ve both orgasmed but with enough prodding he will help you clean up… but THE CUDDLES ARE IMMACULATE.

Call him sir… just do it

Man’s has a mean streak and his spite against Lucifer is strong: shameless explicit flirting in front of him as well as major PDA.

Keeps the volume low *for him* with some grunts and growls but makes sure you’re screaming so all of devildom knows who you belong to.

PRIMAL KINK!!! WILL CHASE YOU IF YOU RUN.

He more than likely has a Dacryphilia kink.

(I wanted to also add in Somnophilia! If you want to fuck him while he’s sleeping, he’s totally okay with that. He also wants to be able to do the same thing to you though, he won’t at all feel bad for waking you up by fucking you a bit too roughly.)

Diavolo:

Diavolo is a switch through and through, you can’t convince me otherwise. He knows he looks intimidating, and his status as the future king does make him intimidating. Yes, he can be intimidating when he wants to be, but he especially doesn’t want you of all people to feel like you have to walk around eggshells around him. He’ll be a sub for you to make you comfortable.

He will be on his knees for you if that’s what you ask him to do. Even with as big of a demon he is, even seeing him on his knees in front of you is really fucking hot.

He also is kinda into BDSM. He’s not as intense as Lucifer, but he’ll be interested in “funishments” and being tied up or tying you up. He can brat tame with the best of em.

He much prefers being in his demon form when he’s having sex, but if it’s a little too much for you, he’ll be in his human form too. Now, if you pull on his horns or rub them, he will growl or whine, depending on what position he’s in.

Speaking of being a demon, he too, also has both a corruption kink and a worshipping kink. He will want to ruin you and corrupt his pretty exchange student, but also, he will make you worship him as your Lord, or will even worship you as his own royalty.

ANOTHER DEMON WHERE YOU CAN SIT ON HIS FACE. HE WILL EAT YOU OUT LIKE A MAN STARVED TOO.

Diavolo can rail you into next week and make sure you can’t walk for a hot minute or make love to you all damn night, anyway you want it, he will always deliver.

I also think he has nipple piercings tbh and they’re probably super sensitive. Suck on his tiddies, he’ll love it. He’s got fucking pillow pecs, you can sleep on em with no issues.

Another person who’s probably thought of getting a dick piercing of some kind too. Whether he has one or not is up to you, but I definitely think he’s at least thought about it.

He loves holding your hands when you two have sex. If he’s railing you, he can pin both of your hands above your head with just one hand, or he can gently intertwine his fingers with yours and press a kiss to the knuckles mid thrust. Diavolo just loves how your hands look in his, especially since he’s got such big hands.

He also loves the mating press position or even doggy style. He loves hitting the very deepest parts of you, and he wants to get as deep as fucking possible every thrust.

Another one with a size kink, if you say he’s too big to fit, he’s going to tell you in the sweetest way possible that he’s going to make himself fit. Then praise you and thank you for taking every thick inch he has.

THIGH RIDING. If you want to ride his thick ass thighs instead he will totally let you. Maybe he’s too busy doing paperwork but sees how needy you are, he’ll tell you that you can use his thigh until he’s done with the paperwork.

Another one who’s also into cockwarming too. The way you’re so desperate for him to move but he’s got you pinned against his hips using his strong hands makes him so turned on. He could keep you there for hours if you’re being bratty.

He does have a breeding kink, he wants to fuck his seed into you, and he wants to make sure you don’t waste a single drop of it. Diavolo will keep filling you up to the brim with his cum if that’s what it takes. When he cums too, he cums a LOT. Like the sheer amount of it is impressive too.

Another one that is you’re AFAB doesn’t mind period sex or even pregnancy sex. Honestly pregnancy sex really stirs something deep within him too. He’ll gently shush you and tell you that he’s going to give you exactly what you want.

Diavolo has a lot of self-control!! We all know about the pudding story!! If you somehow had a demon level aphrodisiac he would take care of you no problem to get rid of it’s effects, but he wouldn’t do it through penetrative sex. He wants to make sure you’re of completely sound mind to consent to him doing such a thing.

The one thing he definitely doesn’t have control over is how LOUD he is in bed. He’s so freaking loud!! He’s moaning, whining, growling, groaning, dirty talking, cursing, he is so loud!! Gag him if you want him to shut up.

He’s got STAMNIA. Another one that could go for hours and hours, if he had the time. Most of the time though, he doesn’t. But damn if he could, he would.

I personally don’t think he can make pacts with people, but if he could, he would totally make a pact with you. He trusts you that much. He also just likes the idea that if for whatever reason you need him to stop, you could use your pact to stop him. Since he can’t make pacts though, he’s very attentive and observant to make sure he doesn’t get carried away with his own pleasure, that it’s somehow at your own expense.

If you mark him, he will wear them proudly. No one will question him about it, they’ll notice them and plainly ignore them as if he isn’t covered with dark hickies and scratch marks.

I kinda think Diavolo is secretly possessive..! Like he would definitely partake in a threesome with you, and either Lucifer or Barbatos, but he needs to be the one in control to know that he's the one you're truly with. Sure, they’re pleasuring you, but you’re going to be screaming Diavolo’s name the loudest, and he’ll make sure of that. (Also he’s the only one who can cum inside you.)

Diavolo’s the biggest of the big boys. He’s eleven and a half inches, and above average girth too. He’s trimmed, and his pubic hair is actually just a little darker than the hair on his head.

He can be goofy or serious in bed! If you want to have a fun time and laugh with him, he can do that! But he can also take sex intimately serious too.

He’s fantastic with aftercare! He’ll always make sure your health and safety are his number one priority just like he always has even before your relationship. Anything you want, he will give to you. Don’t be afraid to ask! Even if you just want something comforting from the human realm, he’ll get it for you.

He’s so proud of you, he adores you. If anyone tried to give him shit about taking a human as his consort, they will see Diavolo’s bad side. Regardless of what happens, he will almost make sure you know how loved you are.

Barbatos:

Barbatos is a dom!! (But he can be a switch, it’s just not his preference) He’s so used to serving people all the time that when it comes to sex, he needs to get out his energy!! He’s going to make sure you get your pleasure, but he’s definitely going to be getting his.

Another one that uses his tail during sex, either to tease you, restrain you, fuck you…

He’s also into BDSM maybe even a bit more than Lucifer but only if you allow him too. If you’re not into it, then he won’t do it. Your consent and comfort is important to him.

If you are into BDSM though, wow… He’s got so much shit. Toys, gags, restraints, whips/floggers, blindfolds...

Of course, once again, if that’s not what you want, he’ll be very understanding of that. If all you want is gentle vanilla sex even, he’ll be willing to do just that. He wants to know that you’re comfortable with him.

He’s a tease!! He’s also really big fan of orgasm denial!!

Also has a corruption kink. Listen, they’re demons and they canonically manipulate humans and corrupt them. Of course they’d be fucking turned on by corrupting you, their precious little human.

Definitely loves sensory deprivation, he loves playing with your senses and overstimulate you by doing that in the process.

He loves receiving oral more than he does giving, I mean, he does love giving, don’t get me wrong, but he much prefers to see you sucking him off tbh. He hardly ever gets to really take some time for himself like this, so seeing your mouth wrapped around his cock is a great sight for him.

The only time he’s really going to be kind of a sub is if you want to body worship him. He’ll let you spoil him to your hearts content. If you want to deny your own orgasm but make him cum multiple times, praising him, and just in general showing him how much you truly do love and appreciate him, he’ll thank you relentlessly in between moans.

Not gonna lie if he sees you dress up in a sexy maid outfit he’s gonna mc-fucking-lose-it. He won’t think that you’re teasing him at all, in fact, if you call him master, you’re not gonna be able to walk afterwards. Calling him master is a fucking TURN ON. But especially if you’re dressed up like that? It’s over for you.

Also into spanking, he’ll start gentle at first, but if you’re really into spanking and he just sees how much of a mess you are bent over his lap, he’s going to get rougher with each moan. Don’t forget to count though! If you don’t, he’ll just “forget” where you two were and start over!

Once again, if you’re AFAB he also doesn’t mind period sex. There’s a few on here that I am just sure of that of. He doesn’t mind the mess, he’s going to reassure you that it’s fine repeatedly, he just wants you to feel good.

Barbatos is about eight and a half inches, with a pretty girthy cock. He’s definitely well kept too.

I definitely think he’s started masturbating more often since you’ve come around. It was more than likely a guilty pleasure of his. Once you two start dating though, he’ll just prefer to wait until you come by and let out all his sexual tension that way. He’ll tell you all the freak-nasty shit he’s thought about with you too.

Honestly if you’re into mutual masturbation too, he’ll love it even more. Guiding each other towards your pleasure. Be ready for a round two though with the actual thing though.

As I mentioned in Asmo’s part, Barbatos will literally be the next closest Aftercare King!! He will PAMPER you. Especially if you had a BDSM sesh, he will make sure you aren’t hurting too much after, and be sure he knows all of the ways to take care of you and make you feel better.

He doesn’t have a food play kink, but one time both of you were baking a cake, and you got some icing on yourself and he did have to readjust his pants before grabbing a towel and cleaning you up. Barbatos couldn’t help but imagine that was his cum on you that you were licking off of yourself.

Which, speaking of, Barbatos can be very messy sometimes when it comes to sex, typically he’s a very neat and clean person, but goddamn if there isn’t times that he just wants to cum all over you.

Might be interested in having a remote controlled vibrator that he has control of. When he’s working, he’s working, and takes his job very seriously. But if you had the vibrator in you possibly during a time you and Diavolo are having tea, he’s going to remotely control it and tease the shit out of you. Not enough for Diavolo to notice, but definitely enough that you notice and are paranoid about Diavolo noticing.

He’ll serve you tea and cakes as your legs are shaking and he’ll simply give you an innocent smile as if he doesn’t have the damn remote in his pocket, before he asks if you two need anything else… and of course you want to tell him you want him to fuck you, but you can’t do that right now. He’s working, and Diavolo is across from you. It makes you that much more needy.

Solomon:

Dom leaning switch! He loves to experiment and try new things, but he definitely leans much more to being dominant or being a power bottom.

Also if you try and dom him you better be a brat tamer because he’s going to be the biggest fucking brat in all of the three realms.

If you manage to brat time him though, give yourself a damn pat on the back, first of all, but two, putting in all the fucking work would be worth it to see him a whining begging mess. It’s so rare to see sometimes, but it’s the best damn sight.

I have absolute brain rot from the blood pact headcanon (that I will link separately just in case the writer doesn’t want to be associated with NSFW things) so if you have a blood pact with him, be ready for both of you to be super overstimulated when you two have sex.

The emotions and physical feeling between the both of you with a blood pact is heightened ten-fold when you two are having sex. He has almost lost his resolve a few times because every time you orgasm it feels as if he’s orgasmed too, even if he hasn’t.

Like I mentioned he loves to experiment!! Like Satan, he’s studied you and knows everything to get you to orgasm in less than a minute, and wants to know your reactions to certain things you two try!

Some of his favorite kinks though is wax play, sensory deprivation, semi-public sex (like places that are “private” but you can easily get caught in.), orgasm-denial and overstimulation, hair tugging (not pulling), and dumbification.

He can both degrade you and praise you, he switches through both very naturally, and like I mentioned above loves dumbification, so if you get cock-dumb he will tease you relentlessly about it.

Honestly though he’ll just tease you regardless. That’s another thing that turns him on. He will sext you and send you nudes in the middle of class, move his hands up your thigh, whisper dirty things into your ear. He may even pull you into some abandoned classroom to fuck you, but not let you orgasm, and leave you there begging for more. He’s a TEASE and he shows NO MERCY.

He wants you to fucking BEG him to fuck you so desperately, he wants to see you so fucking needy for him that you look like you’re on the verge of tears. Then he wants to fucking ruin you when he finally gives you what you want. If you don’t thank him for fucking you after, he’s just going to tease you more and then deny yet another orgasm from you.

Sex magic is a thing, and now that he has you, he’s going to want you two to use it. I’d like to think that since his feelings for you, he hasn’t used it or been to somewhere where he could, because all he could think about was you, but not that you two are dating? Hell… People think you two are like rabbits sometimes, even if you aren’t fucking like them.

He’s a lingerie man! Wear lingerie!! He will take pictures of you in his bed, before he pulls the beautiful garment off of you, then take pictures of you fucked out and dripping with his cum. He’ll save it for a rainy day.

Which, is another thing, he will take and save all of your pictures, whether they’re dirty or not. Of course, he’s respectful though, if you two break up, or you’re just not comfortable with him having your nudes even though you two are dating, he’ll sit down with you and let you watch him delete them. But if you are okay with him keeping them… yeah, Solomon has a personal folder FILLED with you in it.

Solomon loves to see you bouncing on his cock!! He’ll tease you relentlessly, hold you hips to his just before you orgasm, just so he can deny said orgasm, he’ll watch as you’re a moaning drooling mess from working yourself on his cock for so long. Especially if he’s being a bit of a bratty damn, he’ll make you work for your own orgasm if you want it so badly.

If he’s up way too late in the night studying or working on some spell or portion, suck him off or fuck him. Any energy he has left, even if you’re doing all the damn work, will immediately dissipate and he will be TIRED. Too tired to keep studying or doing whatever he was working on. Put his ass to bed using your body.

Listen, regardless if you’re AFAB or AMAB Solomon loves fingering you. It’s his favorite goddamn past time. He will literally be reading a book or working on a spell with one hand, and fucking you with the other. He will ignore your moans and pleas for more, it’s almost as if this somehow keeps him grounded. If you allow him, he’s even participate a little bit in somnophilia just to finger you while you’re sleeping, and while he’s trying to fall asleep. Again, it somehow just grounds him in the weirdest way possible, but honestly, you can’t complain… He’s fantastic with his fingers.

Solomon is above average in human size, at almost seven inches himself. He’s got an average girth though. He’s another one that’s hit or miss on trimming, because he’s not bothered by it, but if you are, he’ll trim it more often than usual.

Listen, one of his dirty fantasies is to get you two fucked up on demon aphrodisiacs and just fucking go at it. Solomon wants to know what it’s like, but he definitely doesn’t want to do it alone.

Solomon loves kissing you, and he especially loves PDA. He loves PDA even more if he knows it’s also going to piss someone off. He will have his tongue in your mouth in the middle of a hallways of RAD with no goddamn shame.

Speaking of no shame, he’s a shameless flirt!! There’s a fucking reason he’s got a pact with Asmo and gets along with him so well!! He’s a goddamn flirt, and tease, like I said, and anything to make you flustered and needy is his actual true purpose in life it seems!!

Listen he can be an absolute freak if you allow him to be, but if you’re not into it as much, he understands.

Simeon:

Simeon is very much a sub leaning switch. I mean this as like he’s 90% a sub, and 10% has a corruption kink. If you’re innocent and shy, and wants to corrupt you. If you’re a virgin too, that 10% really comes out even more.

He does have a corruption kink, like I mentioned, and it goes both ways. If you’re innocent, and sweet and shy, and like I said, a virgin, he wants to ruin you. But if you’re not? He wants you to ruin him. Please corrupt him, please stay be his side and make it worth the possible fall from grace. He adores you, and will do whatever you want.

At most if you want him to dom it’s going to be a very soft service dom. He doesn’t have the mentality to want to hurt you, even if it does give you pleasure too.

With that being said, if he accidentally overstimulates you or denies your orgasm, he’s not going to understand what he did at first. If it somehow becomes a pattern, he’ll slowly pick up on it. If it doesn’t, and you mention to him that he overstimulated you or denied your orgasm for a moment, he’s going to apologize and tell you that he had no idea. If you tell him that you liked it, he’s going to get FLUSTERED. But then maybe he’ll have the courage to tease you about it…

If you gently scratch his back where his wings would usually be, he’ll straight up whine. That area is SENSITIVE, and he might need to take a minute to recollect himself.

Now… You can use this to your advantage though if you dom him. Gently tie him up, gently run your nails up and down his back, give him little hickies and love bites, he’ll actually cum untouched from those sensations alone.

When you first start dating and start getting more into the more sexual aspect of your relationship, forgive him for easily getting hard at like… every little sexual thing that happens. He’s not quite used to these new lustful urges.

Simeon’s a “virgin” and I will explain… He hasn’t had penetrative sex. Now, he has had blow jobs and hand jobs. He’s been around for a long time and has had moments of sin that he’s had to repent for. He might have even used someone’s thighs, breasts, labia majora, ass cheeks, to grind/fuck into kind of like a fleshlight.

When he sinks into your hole for the first time, he almost cums on the spot. Give him a minute, no matter how needy you are, because he might just cum within the first few thrusts otherwise if you don’t give him a second to really calm himself down.

His stamina gets better over time! The more you two have sex, the longer he can keep going. It’s a lot for him at first, but once he gets used to it, he’ll build up his stamina like everyone else.

Simeon also loves mutual masturbation as well, he likes finding out what you like, how you fuck yourself, what you think about, everything. It’s just another way that he can take note for himself.

Simeon is always insistent on you cumming first, he won’t even think about penetrating you if you haven’t cum first. He’s a giver, and will totally go down on you as long as you want him to.

Please reassure him that things are okay! That he’s a good boy! Praise him! He will feel guilty at first, he has to get out of the mindset that sin is something to feel guilty about. When you tell him how much you love him though, he’ll know that it’s worth it for you.

He’s nine inches, and above average girth. He probably doesn’t even realize how big he is, he probably doesn’t even think about it. So when you go to have sex for the first time and tell him how big he is, he might actually swell up with a little bit of pride.

Have him read an erotic story while you ride him and watch him fucking lose it. He won’t be able to speak correctly, but if you stop your movements and deny his orgasm over and over, he’ll thank you later when he finally does get to cum after he’s finished the erotica part of the story.

It might even give him some inspiration to write something of his own…

MAKE LOVE TO HIM. MAKE LOVE TO HIM. MAKE LOVE TO HIM. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. He’s intimate. Like almost Asmo levels of intimate that he can almost bring you to tears from feeling so loved and blessed.

You can degrade him if you’re “corrupting” him. He’ll love it, but he prefers praise if it’s anything else besides that. It’s the same thing for you, he can degrade you if he’s corrupting you, but other than that it’s all praise.

He’ll need a little guiding at first, but once he learns, he’s completely yours. I mean that in the sense that he is perfectly molded and crafted to your needs and your needs only. He already gave you his heart and mind, his body is something else.

He’s actually got a pretty good idea on aftercare!! Simeon of course will adapt to your own needs, but he’s not clueless!!

That goes for a lot of things, yes he might need to adapt and need to be guided for your own needs, but he’s not clueless! Don’t assume because he’s an angel that’s he’s a saint.

#Obey Me #Obey Me x Reader #OM! Mammon x Reader #OM! Diavolo x Reader #OM! Lucifer x Reader #OM! Leviathan x Reader #OM! Satan x Reader #OM! Asmodeus x Reader #OM! Beelzebub x Reader #OM! Belphegor x Reader #OM! Solomon x Reader #OM! Barbatos x Reader #OM! Simeon x Reader #Lemon #Obey Me Imagines #nsft

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angelsmooches · 9 months

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hiii ur works are so good omg i’m obsessed!! could i plz request barbatos fluff where he’s teaching mc how to bake bc there is absolutely not enough wholesome barb content out here lol—thank u!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

★﹐black cloud cakes ．﹑

synopsis: barbatos gives MC a crash course in baking.

wc: 2,391

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE BARBATOS SO MUCH OH MY GODNUIBHYGVYFC THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS o(≧▽≦)o i’m so happy that my first request is for one of my fav characters ugh barbatos doesn’t get enough love. PLUS i absolutely love baking so this was so much fun writing!!

no matter how many times you visited it, the demon lord’s castle will always be an intimidatingly grandiose sight to see. with its countless towers, its towering walls, all shrouded in darkness, you couldn’t help the ominous feeling that spread through your veins.

that ominous feeling always dissipated as soon as you stepped inside. with how often you’ve been here, it began to feel almost like.. home. much like how the house of lamentation feels. you wandered about, passing the magnificent staircases and the shining pillars, walking down hallway after hallway until reaching the one room you were looking for in particular.

every single surface in the kitchen always shone with pride. strangely, the kitchen had become one of the rooms you were most comfortable in here at the castle. it carried many fond memories that you always smiled at the thought of.

“good afternoon, barbatos!” the butler turned towards the sound of your voice, smiling in greeting.

“good afternoon, MC. i’m glad you could join me today. come, i’ve just finished laying out the ingredients we are to use.” barbatos gestured towards the numerous bags and containers in front of him, then pushed a recipe book towards your direction. “this is what we are to be making. please read over it.”

you skimmed over the page before looking back up at him dubiously. “we? as in you and me? i’m not so sure about that, barbs. i’ve never really baked before, i’ve only watched.”

“precisely, you’ve watched,” he said. “you’ve watched me countless of times baking assortments of desserts. surely you’ve retained some information, yes?”

he had a point. everything that was in the book were things that you already knew just from observing barbatos in his element.

“i mean, yeah, but... what if i burn down the castle?”

barbatos chuckled at your pessimism. “i highly doubt that. have confidence in yourself, MC.” he entrusted the whisk he was currently holding over to you. “would you mix the chocolate and the butter together while i beat the egg whites? thank you.”

hesitantly, you took the whisk from barbatos’s gloved hand. he offered an encouraging smile before turning back towards the pile of goey clearness that you assumed were the egg whites.

“may i ask why we’re making this dessert in particular?” you asked, the whisk gliding through the dark mixture. “if i remember correctly, these cakes are massive. why would you want to bake one if you didn’t really need to?”

“the young lord has invited quite a number of people over today, and he requested that i create something special for them,” barbatos replied.

you turned this information over in your mind, adding the cocoa powder into the mixture. “and another thing, why not ask luke to help you instead? even if luke refused, i’m pretty sure you could do this without anyone’s help.”

barbatos was quiet for a moment, his cheeks tinged a subtle shade of pink. “i desired your company. baking with you is always an enjoyable experience.”

“thanks, barbs,” a smile blossomed across your face. “i really enjoy baking with you, too.”

a comfortable silence overtook the room, the sounds of whisks scraping against bowls filling the empty space. your bowl had been thoroughly whisked within a couple of minutes. barbatos, on the other hand, was still occupied with getting the egg whites to form soft peaks. not wanting to break his concentration, you simply decided to examine your surroundings, your eyes naturally drifting towards the demon in front of you.

it was obvious that barbatos took his title as pastry chef very seriously. every single pastry that he baked was the result of meticulous work, and this pastry would be no different. he would carefully add a small amount of sugar, whisk the eggs, then add more. his brows were furrowed ever so slightly, as if he were counting every single grain of sugar that entered the bowl. you found it endearing.

“may i ask why you’re staring at me?” barbatos’s question popped your little bubble, grounding you back into reality. his cheeks were once again that warm shade of pink.

“ah, sorry,” you awkwardly looked away, the mental image of barbatos’s baking face making you inadvertently smile. “it’s just.. you put a lot of time and effort into everything you bake. i admire you for it.”

the normally calm and composed butler seemed caught off-guard by your response. it’s true, he’s heard this from many other appreciators of his pastries, but hearing it come from you was entirely different. “you have no idea how happy that makes me. thank you, MC.” with one last test, barbatos lifted his bowl and brought it next to yours. “excellent job. i couldn’t have done it better myself. would you please whisk the egg yolks and the hell poison honey while i mix these two?”

you did as told, bringing over your bowl back over to barbatos, who took it with a ‘thank you’ and poured it into the main bowl. he methodically folded it over and over, taking great care not to move too fast.

“barbs? i have another question.” he hummed in response. “why don’t you just mixed the whole thing? it would be a lot faster.”

“are you getting bored of me already, MC?” he mused.

“n-no! it’s just—”

“i’m only teasing,” a playful smile overtook his features. “but to answer your question, i’m taking my time to prevent the mixture from deflating. it wouldn’t be a black cloud cake if it didn’t have a cloudy texture, now would it?” barbatos poured a little bit more of the egg whites into the main bowl, repeating the methodical folding process. you hoisted yourself onto the counter, idly kicking your legs.

“talk to me, barbs. it’s too quiet in here,” you complained, folding your knees into your chest. “c’mon, quiz me!”

“if you insist,” barbatos decided to give you an easy one. “what temperature should we preheat the oven for a black cloud cake?”

your mind blanked. “oh, crap... uh.. 350 degrees?”

“fahrenheit or celsius?” barbatos’s teasing smile showed itself again.

“fahrenheit.” you replied, biting back the urge to add an ‘obviously’ at the end of your sentence.

“excellent. if you wouldn’t mind, could you please preheat the oven now? i’m just about done with this bowl.” barbatos folded it a few more times as you turned the knob on the oven, making sure there were no unmixed pieces hiding in the abyss-like mixture. you lifted yourself back up onto the counter, the two of you waiting patiently for the little ding! that the oven would make.

you hummed a tuneless song while barbatos folded the mixture a couple more times just to be safe, the ding! of the oven echoing through the shiny room. without hesitation, barbatos opened the oven door, slid the cake inside, and closed it back up again. the first time he had done this in front of you, your jaw dropped from the shock. barbatos rarely wore oven mitts, but then again, he didn’t really need them.

“is something the matter?” the butler always seemed to notice every little change in expression that gave away your thoughts.

“no, no, it’s nothing,” you shrugged off the unease. “could you just wear mitts every once in a while? i’m scared you’re gonna burn yourself one of these days.”

barbatos laughed at this, leaning against the oven. “it would take quite the oven to burn me.”

“what if i gave you oven mitts?” you suggested. “would you wear them?”

the hypothetical made barbatos strangely happy. “i would gladly wear anything you gift me.”

barbatos could certainly be a teasing nag at times, but he could be a sweetheart when he really wanted to be. though you haven’t put it together yet, barbatos only shared these moments with you. the more you two spent time together, the more barbatos found himself feeling more drawn towards you. he had no idea when or how a human became so important to him.

the sound of your sigh broke off barbatos’s thoughts. “what should we do with all of the excess ingredients? we still have a whole bunch of that liquid chocolate, we didn’t even use the flour, and there’s still some sugar and eggs. do you think we should bake something els— oh!” the feeling of something slimy slid down your hair and onto your back, causing a shiver to wrack through your body.

“i have a vague idea of what i would like to do with the excess,” barbatos replied, smiling cheekily. a broken eggshell was in his hand.

“barbatos! what the hell was that for?” despite wanting to sound upset, you couldn’t hold back the bubbly laughter that came out with it. you quickly took another egg from its container, aiming for his head. the demon was far too fast for you, instantly catching your wrist before your egg could come into contact with him. “cheater.”

barbatos only gave you that same mischievous smile, his arm easily overpowering yours, using your own hand to crack the egg onto your head instead of his. you used your other hand to reach in back of you, grabbing a fistful of flour and ruffling it into his hair, barbatos releasing your wrist in surprise.

“ha! karma!” you grinned. barbatos’s smile only grew wider, adding a more sinister tone to it. aw, crap.. you had unintentionally started a food fight. barbatos would more than likely finish what you had begun.

you squirmed past the butler, careful to maintain your distance as the two of you began throwing all sorts of things at each other. clumps of butter, streaks of melted chocolate, handfuls of sugar and flour, pretty much whatever you two could get your hands on. you ran all around the kitchen, using the island as a sort of barrier between you and barbatos, who looked nothing like he usually did. his neat hair was disheveled and white from the powder, his apron was stained with chocolate and butter, and he was absolutely enjoying himself. this was, by far, the most fun he’s ever had with baking, and to be sharing this experience with you only added to it.

in one swift motion, barbatos slid across the island and grabbed hold of your wrists in one hand, the other hand menacingly holding a handful of dripping chocolate.

“wait! wait!” you cried out. “truce! please! i give up!”

barbatos smiled triumphantly. “what was that? i’m not quite sure i heard you.” his hand drew closer and closer to your hair.

“truce! i give up!” you yelled, hanging your head in defeat. “i’m no match for you, barbs..”

barbatos withdrew his hand, although he did not let go of your wrists. his eyes scanned your face, your clothes, before glancing around the room. “oh, dear. it appears that we’ve made quite a mess,” he looked down at his own clothes, smiling almost chastisingly. “what am i going to do with you? it’s hard to be upset when you look so adorably funny.”

you two couldn’t help but erupt in a fit of giggles, barbatos’s hand traveling from your wrists to your shoulders. “look at you, you’ve even got chocolate in your hair.”

“and whose fault would that be?” you retorted, barbatos reaching up to gently pull at the strands of hair covered in chocolate, tucking the strands away neatly.

“i’d have no idea whose fault that would be” he replied innocently, his fingers combing through your hair before settling on either side of your cheek. your giggling fell silent, the intensity of barbatos’s gaze sending a painless jolt through your body. barbatos couldn’t bring himself to look away from your face, drinking in every single feature. drips of egg yolk on your forehead, a smudge of chocolate on your cheek...

“you seem to be quite the messy eater, MC,” he teased, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. your eyes narrowed at that, earning another laugh from the demon. “you have a chocolate stain on your cheek. allow me to clean it for you. stay still, please.” you locked your joints into place, afraid that if you moved even a fraction of an inch you might scare away barbatos or something. slowly, carefully, barbatos leaned in, pressing his lips to the smeared chocolate. the feeling of his tongue gliding against your skin made you shudder.

he pulled back to look into your face, blinking once, twice, then smiling apologetically. “please pardon me. i don’t know what has gotten into me as of late. i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“no, no,” you replied hastily, your hand moving to lay atop his. “it’s fine... thank you.” another comfortable silence blanketed over the room, except this time, it felt more.. intense. as if the entire room was filled with electricity. your cheeks stung without pain where barbatos held them.

“i’m not the only one with stuff on their face,” you grinned, cupping barbatos’s cheek and turning his head slightly. “you have chocolate right... there.” your thumb brushed against the corner of his lips, the demon’s eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “please, allow me to clean it for you.”

barbatos fully turned his face towards you, a tender smile curving his lips. his thumb brushed against your cheek once more as the two of you slowly began leaning into each other, the warmth of barbatos’s chest seeping into your own.

gradually, barbatos’s face drew closer and closer to yours, your lips only centimeters apart.

his sweet breath fanned across your face..

ding!

the sound of the oven made you both jump, your cheeks becoming overwhelmingly warm underneath barbatos’s touch. barbatos didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“it appears that the cake is done baking,” he said simply.

“...yeah..” was all you could say. “you’d better.. go get it before it burns.”

“that would be the wise thing to do.” he still didn’t move an inch, his eyes piercing into yours.

barbatos's loving touch made your brain feel fuzzy. your grip on his sleeves grew tighter. “i’m sure diavolo’s guests wouldn’t mind a little crispiness to their cake, right?”

“i believe it is called black cloud cake for a reason.” he agreed

barbatos pressed his lips onto yours without a second's delay. he found that you tasted sweeter than any pastry he's ever created.

#obey me #obey me game #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x gn!reader #gn reader #barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x reader #om! barbatos #om! barbatos x reader #baking with barbs #he's so babygirl #i want to braid his hair

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atrixamicus · 8 months

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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚜: 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚡 𝙶𝙽.𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷𝚔

𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊��𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘��𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙲𝚆: 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜!

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢--𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜' 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒��𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜--𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢. 𝙰𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚣𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚋 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜' 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜--𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝.

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

"𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜!" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍.

"𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞… 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎." 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

"𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋." 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍." 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝, 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢. "𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛." 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋."

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠-𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛.

"𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛… 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢." 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗�� 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎.

"𝚆-𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛.

"𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. "𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛? 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?" 𝙰 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢. 𝙰 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜', 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕…" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛. "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋…" 𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎?" 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛…~ 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞--𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎.

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Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)

A/N at the end.

Diavolo

So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.

Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.

And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?

At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.

"Well? Have you thought about it?"

You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.

Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.

"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"

That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?

"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.

"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"

A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.

"MC"

Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.

"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"

"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"

The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.

"Very well, then"

The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.

Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.

"You have nothing to worry about"

He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.

Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.

"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.

Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.

"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"

He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.

Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.

"We talked about it" you said in the end.

There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.

"I take it you rejected her proposition?"

Obviously.

You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.

"That's a pity, my love"

For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.

"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"

Huh?

"Wait, what?"

Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.

"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."

"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.

She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.

"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"

What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.

You decided to let it go.

"Okay"

Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.

But wait.

Wait.

He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...

Were you getting married?

Barbatos

'I'll be waiting in the classroom'

That's what his last message said.

And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ¿Spending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!

You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.

By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.

Alas, you were wrong.

Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!

But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.

You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.

So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?

Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.

"MC! You're finally here"

He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.

Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.

Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.

The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.

"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"

You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.

"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"

He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.

Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.

"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"

The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.

You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.

"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"

She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.

"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"

The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.

You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.

"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"

He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.

Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.

"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"

Solomon

If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.

You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.

She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.

"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"

And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?

Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.

Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.

(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).

The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.

"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"

Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.

"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"

He has his moments.

"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"

Shit, could she concentrate at all?

"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."

You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.

"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.

"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"

Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.

You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.

"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"

The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.

"Okay"

She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.

"MC!! Relax!"

"Don't tell me to relax!"

You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.

"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"

"Oh, really?"

"I swear!"

Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.

"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"

"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"

He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.

"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"

His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.

"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"

Simeon

Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.

All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.

So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.

If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.

And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.

There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.

You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.

They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.

That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.

You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.

Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.

"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"

Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.

"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"

Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.

Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.

The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.

You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.

"So what were you writing?"

He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.

Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav

Author's note:

Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)

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hopeluna · 3 months

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Thinking about.....Barbatos being lowkey unhinged whenever he is slightly jealous. You can't really tell from his polite mask that he has put on but he's going through every possible torture methods in his head as this guest at Diavolo's ball is getting a little too friendly for his comfort.

You notice his eye twitching from annoyance when the said guest puts a fleeting hand on your arm, laughing at their own joke. Barbatos acts nonchalant when you drag him away to a little secluded space, though you can see his decorum slipping, second by second.

"Barbatos, no."

You get just a shrug in response. "Lets go back, dear", a polite smile as he leads you gently back to the main hall. You decide to leave it at that and instead enjoy the party, making sure that Mammon isn't sneaking his way into the royal treasury.

A few days later, you decide to make your way to Barbatos, having nothing better to do for the day and missing him.

While you're with him, chatting on about your day, a thought strikes you as you ask him about that one way-too-friendly guest. It was as if they disappeared from the ball afterwards.

You, again, get only a shrug in response, "I have no idea what you are talking about".

You pretend not to notice the way his lips threaten to quirk up.

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the-great-chimera · 1 year

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Mc: * Angrily walks into the cult meeting, still groggy * WHO TF LEFT ME IN THE CAR-

*room full of cultists looks like thier making a deal with dia and luci*

Cultists: w-what...

Lucifer: mc go back to sleep, go back to the car we've got it covered.

Cultists: m-my lord did you bring us a sacrifice? Who is this ?

Lucifer: No, and if you ever refer to them as a sacrifice again, I'll flay the skin from your meat.

Mc: *still groggy and sleepy but angry* IT WAS 2 WHEN I FELL ASLEEP ITS NOW 7 , WHO TF LEFT ME IN THE CAR AND PUT IT IN DOGMODE.

Diavolo: mc it's okay, we're nearly done here anyway. You can go back to the car. Barbatos put sandwiches in a cooler in the center console.

Mc: *rubs their eyes and looks around *

Mc: I'm gonna go....but not because you told me too!

Mc: * turns around and leaves* sam..ich...

Cultists: my lords what the fuck?

Lucifer: that is our...uh...pet?

Diavolo:* nods* definitely pet

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rae-writes · 3 months

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like royalty

om boys x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : none, just lovesick boys and their lovesick mc (and cute little Luke and his cute little mc)

synopsis : instances in which you treated them so good they felt like pampered royalty

a/n : the 10k special is hereeee! tysm, once again! <33

Leaning down, resting your knees on the dirty ground, just so you could tie his shoe for him

His steel composure allows Lucifer to remain rather unbothered, but you know better. You hear the way his breath hitches, his eyes widening just a fraction at seeing you so casually drop to your knees. He's at loss for words as he watches your fingers swiftly grab his shoelaces and begin tying them back into a neat bow. Lucifer doesn’t even try to hide the faint blush coating his skin when you stand back up- instead, he takes a moment to just bask in the pride he can feel building inside of you before he chuckles and shakes his head fondly.

“My, Mc…I do appreciate the bold gesture, but now you’ve got your knees all dirty..how shall I repay you, hm?”

†

Unlike the firstborn, Diavolo, while he does have steel composure, forgets the definition of it as soon as you’re telling him to wait a second before crouching down beside him. He’s used to being tailored to, of course, but there’s just something about seeing your knees scrubbing the dirt and your tongue poking out as you concentrate on tying his shoe that makes him melt. Once you’re finished, he’ll lift you off the ground himself and brush off your knees, blush as dark as his hair while he laughs loudly.

“You’re always so full of surprises! That did affect me quite badly, I must say…though allow me to do the same for you next time.”

†

The sound (see: squawk) that escapes Mephisto is completely undignified. He’s absolutely embarrassed, especially at the tingling sensation he feels on his hand where you’d lightly smacked it when he went to tie his shoe himself before dropping to your knees to do it instead. The gravel beneath you crunches as you shift to get up, making his hand dart to help and pull you close to him; he’s regained his composure now, but his words are still low and flustered, even as he gives you a smirk.

“Well, aren't you just sweet. Nobody’s ever gone through such lengths to simply tie my shoe, but you’ll be compensated, don’t worry. Come here, Mc…”

†

Stone faced as ever, Raphael just stares down at you with an almost confused look. He goes to say something about your clothes getting dirty on the floor everyone’s been walking on, but his words die in his throat when you peer up at him with a lovesick smile. Almost in a trance, he watches you carefully loop his shoelaces and tie them tautly before standing back up; only when his hand subconsciously finds the curve of your waist does he snap back to reality and give you a small smile of his own (he prays you’ll ignore the blush spreading across his cheeks…you do. For now).

“A-ah, Mc-! I…please, allow me to wipe your knees off, they’ve gotten dirty from the flooring…you really didn’t have to, you know, I can tie my own shoe…thank you..”

Grabbing his hand with a featherlight touch and bringing it up to your face so you could place a soft, slow kiss to his knuckles

Mammon’s base reaction is to jolt and scold you for teasing him, but his eyes dart to how your pupils are practically in the shape of hearts as you press your lips against his skin, and suddenly the loud mouthed second born is going quiet. The tiniest of gasps escape him as you begin to pull away, hand instinctively curling around yours and bringing it to rest over his thumping heart to keep you that much closer; the lovesick chuckle he gives you makes you melt.

“What’re ya— o-oh…Mc…d’ya even know what you're doin’ to me, actin’ like that? Where are ya goin’? C’mere…come closer..want another kiss- how about on the lips this time, yeah?”

†

Satan melts right through your fingers, eyes lidding and dumb little smile crossing his face. He is a sucker for this stuff and the murmur of your name is so breathless and adoration-filled. He’ll quietly demand another kiss, carefully watching your lips press against his skin before he’s flipping your hands around and kissing the back of yours instead. He relishes in the blush on your face but quickly turns a bashful shade of pink when you comment on how pretty that lovesick expression of his was.

“Mc…give me another one..yeah. You make my heart race, you know that? And you’re so pretty when you look at me like that..fuck. W-what—? My expression…I..I can’t help it…‘s all your fault.”

†

The squeal that escapes Asmo nearly leaves you deaf, but he just looks so charming with his giddy grin and sparkling eyes that you decide to overlook it (like always). He’s absolutely delighted at the action and begs you to do it again so he can take a picture for devilgram, but once the surprise is over, he just looks at you so softly. The pure adoration and love he sees in your eyes makes him feel like he’s floating and Azzy will be sure to shower you with kisses all over until you’re feeling the exact same.

“OHH MY! How sweet of you, hon! Let me take a picture, do it again, do it again! You’re just so full of surprises, darling, I love it! I love you. I love you so much, you know? You make my heart race~!”

†

Barbatos’ brain doesn’t catch up right away. He finishes greeting you and gets halfway through listing off the tea party spread before he actually processes the action— and that your hand is still holding his, rubbing your thumb over where you’d kissed. He stops right in the middle of the corridor and stares at you blankly, hot blush slowly rising onto his cheeks. The smile that crosses his face is completely for your eyes only (lovesick and bashful) and he’ll give you his amused chuckle before kissing your knuckles in return, bowing as he does so.

“—I have also prepared a selection of-!!…you..you are very sly, Mc…I can’t say I mind it though. I do hope you’ll keep the way you affect me just between us, however…can’t have anyone else seeing, hm? Shall I return the favor?”

†

You and Solomon teased each other back and forth quite often but this he wasn’t expecting. And he couldn’t just play it off- not with so much infatuation plastered over your face as you keep placing kisses along his hand. He averts his eyes shyly, darting back and forth as he tries to form words, but…you just got him so good with that gesture, he’s absolutely tongue tied as he peers at you with his blushy face, voice actually cracking as he asks what that was for.

“I—!…I, u-uh…Mc…what- what was that for…? You drive me absolutely crazy…can you do it again..please..?”

Sliding your jacket off and wrapping it around his shoulders- even though it might not fit correctly- just because they were cold

Levi’s face is a blistering beacon of cherry and he takes a brief moment to malfunction before shakily gripping at the fabric around his shoulders, looking up at you with wide eyes. It’s something he’s seen straight from an anime, something he’s always wanted to experience, but now that he actually has, his soul is leaving his body because your cute little smile is just too…cute! He won’t give the jacket back, though, instead choosing to bury himself deeper in the material with a stuttered ‘thank you’.

“H-h-huh?! O-oh, Mc…you..T-t-thank y-you!! ‘S really soft…’n s-smells like you..ah-! I-I mean-! Don’t listen to me, I’m j-just rambling! Thank you again!”

†

More than likely too big for your jacket, Beel is confused at first and will ask what you’re doing and tilt his head cutely. Though, when you simply say ‘you were cold’, he turns all smiley and blushy and even lets out a little giggle. That sweet little closed eye smile of his is beaming as he thanks you and insists you pile up in his arms to share the warmth, because aren’t you going to get cold too? Being wrapped up in your scent and being able to wrap you up in his sounded like a perfect deal to him.

“Hm? Oh, Mc…what’re you doing?…oh. Eheh…thank you! Won’t you be cold, though? Here, come closer, we’ll keep each other warm. Yeah…yeah I like having you close. I like you— I love you!”

†

Belphie’s half asleep mind doesn’t really register it until he wakes up a few hours later. His lidded eyes land on the sight of your jacket, brain slowly registering before a sleepy- giddy- smile crosses his face. He’ll drag his sluggish body to wherever you are and drop his weight onto you, mumbling his gratitude and how lucky he is to have you without the fully-conscious filter being there. He’ll hold that jacket hostage until it has to be washed— it just made him feel so loved, he didn’t want to let it go.

“Mmm…mh? Mc…? -yawn- Mc? Mm..thank you..you’re so good to me…love you s’much..come sleep with me now…wanna feel your warmth too. No- wanna keep the jacket..let me keep it..please?”

†

Simeon blinks, eyes a bit wide as he stares at you before a bubbly laugh escapes him while he rubs the back of his neck and thanks you. He was quite surprised at the action, but completely delighted, and finds himself grinning stupidly before he can help it. He feels so fuzzy and warm and just wants to giggle and kick his feet— but he won’t…not outwardly, anyway. That giddy smile stays, though, all for everyone to see as he parades around with your jacket over his shoulders.

“Oh, Mc, thank you! You really didn’t have to…but I appreciate it nonetheless- you’re so loving and kind, you never fail to make my day. I hope you’ll let me do something for you in return to show my appreciation?”

†

The first passing thought in Luke’s head is to deny he’s even cold, but when he sees that it’s you draping your jacket over him, he decides that yes, he is in fact freezing. And maybe he could just snuggle up to you as well… (Mc cuddles are the best!). He’ll happily exclaim to anyone that the jacket is yours and beam because he’s just so thrilled to be your friend and he’s just…so precious.

“Waaahh!! Thank you, Mc! Are you sure you’re not an Angel? Hehe! Look, guys! Mc gave me their jacket! Aren't they the best?!”

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majoliish · 11 months

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imagine showing any of the celestials that stupid little illusion that makes it look like youre pulling your thumb off and they all collectively lose their SHIT. like freaking out, yelling at solomon for teaching you dangerous magic, asking why youd ever do such a stupid thing, only for you to put it back and theyre just so baffled. once its been explained, diavolo and mammon would be enamoured, begging you to show them the trick behind it.

by extension. telling one of them youve "got their nose" and running off, only for them to chase after you and demand for it back. luke just straight up bursts into tears.

#im sorry this mental image has got me losing my shit #mammon slamming his fists on the door going GIVE IT BACK I NEED THAT #asmo being like NOOO MY NOSE IS SO CUTE YOU CANT HAVE IT YOU MONSTER D:#you do it to beel and belphie just goes like “oh maybe hell finally stop snoring”#barbatos Knows but he plays along with it for the funny #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me #om!swd #obey me shall we date #om! swd #general howls

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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like real people do: barbatos

they've seen the world shift and change throughout their long, long lives, but if they could they would have given it all up just to be with you.

~~~~~

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask and neither will you. Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do.

~~~~~

Barbatos’s hands take the intricately decorated teapot resting on the table in front of the Young Master’s guest and pours them a cup of tea. He’s done this a thousand—no, trillions of times before for people and faces he no longer remembers, and he knows this time will be no different. His existence is a tedious one, an existence brought from the concept of time itself. He was formed by nothing and yet shaped by everything, and at the end of it all he will be the last one standing (though he knows that won’t come for a while.)

They’re staring up at him. He knows this, but he chooses to ignore it. Him feigning ignorance isn’t out of malice, and Barbatos is well aware that they don’t get that impression. He ignores them because they’re a mortal being, someone that, no matter how special they are to him, will perish. Time may heal wounds, but it will also consume you whole, as it is an all powerful force that nobody can hope to escape.

And so he pours the tea.

Steam rises from the cup as the white lace tablecloth brushes against his legs. They’re still staring at him, so he offers them a closed eyes smile as he steps away. This does not placate them, and they keep staring. Barbatos sets the teapot down and finally, finally opens his eyes.

“The Young Master will be arriving shortly.” he says, voice as soft as the chiffon formal wear they’re wearing. It’s red, he notes with a stab of jealousy he dares not analyze, and shoves the thought of them in a teal outfit away.

(After all, it is not his place to yearn for them. His thoughts as he drifts to sleep every night may be full of them and the ways in which he wants to serve them, but that is not where he is supposed to be. His forbidden desires of kissing down their neck and mapping out all the beauty marks and scars on their legs and Demon Lord forbid actually pressing his lips into theirs and holding them close until no space was left in between his body and theirs as they slept. It is not his place, it is not his place. It is also not his fault that his mind swarms with scattered memories of your short moments together, stabbing at his perfected facade of devotion like shards of glass in a whirling tornado. He can only hope that the tornado won’t destroy the very castle he calls a home, and that if it so much as grazes its towering walls the Young Master would be gracious enough to forgive him for his misconduct.)

They sigh, fidgeting in their seat. Barbatos knows them well, he knows they hate the stuffy atmosphere and the gorgeous formal clothing they’re made to wear. He knows they’d be much happier in clothes like his, comfortable and easy to move around in. He knows they wish to be in his position, a background figure in everyone’s lives that is barely ever noticed. He doesn’t bother sharing the burden of such a role, knowing they would be competent enough to handle the weight of the universe if it was someday placed on their shoulders.

Though just because they could handle it doesn’t mean they should. That’s why it’s Barbatos’s job to handle that universe. It always has been, and it always will be.

Despite the fact that they look so uncomfortable in their outfit, Barbatos can’t deny how breathtaking they look. He can’t deny it and that's the problem, because even if they were wearing clothes like his (servant’s clothes, clothes that would make them a nobody in the eyes of everyone they cared about, a silent foundation that would never break because if it did, the world would crumble) he would still find them stunning. He can’t say the same for most of the demonic aristocracy as those demons do not know them like he does, and that makes a burst of smugness erupt in his chest. Though he has a better handle of his greed than, say, Mammon, he is still a demon, and they are still just as tempting. The small patches of skin displayed by their formal wear makes him yearn to know them wholly and entirely, but then his mind reminds him that this time, spent with them, is time spent waiting for his Young Lord. It is not time that belongs to them.

“When is Lord Diavolo showing up...?” they ask, hesitating as if afraid to step out of line.

“I am unsure.” he smiles politely, gesturing pointedly towards the teacup in front of them, “In the meantime, would you try some of the tea I brewed? It’s a very high quality blend that the Young Master prefers. I’ve sweetened it with two sugar cubes, so if it’s too sweet please let me know. I will adjust it accordingly.”

“Is...that's how Lord Diavolo likes his tea?” they ask, carefully lifting the teacup.

His eyes roam down their fingers to their wrists to the length of their forearm, and he snaps his gaze back to them before chuckling softly.

“Indeed. He claims I craft the finest sweetened tea in the entire Devildom. I hope it lives up to your expectations.” he hums, watching them like a hawk as they take a small sip of the tea. They sigh, happily, he thinks, and Barbatos feels victorious.

“It’s good.” they say, eyes avoiding him as they set the teacup back on the small matching saucer, the clink echoing through the almost empty room.

Anyone else would mistake their avoidance for disdain or even discomfort, but Barbatos knows what their real reason is. It’s affection, as blatant as it comes, with pure intentions and sweet whispers and an almost unbearable warming of skin. They’re attracted to him, and yet cannot act on it, and he’s in much the same situation. It would be amusing if it wasn’t so saddening, but Barbatos knows his place and he isn’t the type of demon to step out of line.

“I’m glad.” he murmurs, tempted to lean in and watch them squirm under his scrutiny. He doesn’t. Barbatos has more self control than that.

The two of them fall into an easy silence again, and a few more minutes pass before they slump over in their chair. It’s like their perfect facade of patience crumbles before him, and they look up at him, completely exhausted.

“Barbatos, I’m sorry but I don’t know how much longer I can wait for Lord Diavolo. I have schoolwork to do and Beel wanted to eat dinner with me tonight...” they sigh, meeting his gaze as they gnaw at their lower lip, clearly hoping not to offend him.

“No worries. You are not obligated to stay.” he smiles his closed eyed smile, bowing to you with flourish, “I will escort you to the House of Lamentation. It is only fair that as My Lord’s guest, you are taken care of properly.”

He sees the way their shoulders relax at his words, a soft smile blooming across their face. That smile is for him, all for him, and Barbatos feels a sinister glee bubble up in his soul. They don’t notice, because how could they—he’s been around for far longer than them and knows how to control his emotions well.

He extends a hand to them, and they take it without a second thought. So trusting, so naive. It’s one of their good traits, one of the many things he loves about them, but it is also their greatest weakness.

Not that they need to be on their guard around him. While his life’s purpose is to serve the Young Master, he would gladly put his well-being on the line for them as well.

And so he leads them. They follow dutifully, and he cannot begin to describe how delighted that makes him. Barbatos doesn’t normally get to spend time alone with them like this, even though their gaze follows him whenever he goes and their voice sounds so sweet when they call his name. Though a servant he may be, he is also a demon, and they may as well be the greatest temptation he has ever faced before.

Demons are notoriously weak to these temptations.

Their eyes find their way to him again, and he can feel their burning stare. It seems he is not the only one being tempted, and as amusing as that is he reminds himself that he has duties to fulfill. The Young Master’s guest should make it home safe, after all.

“Barbatos?” they call out, stopping in their tracks, “May I ask what Lord Diavolo was doing today? He usually doesn’t miss our meetings.”

Barbatos chuckles at the question, turning to face them with a placating smile. Of course they would be curious.

“The Young Master is on business in the human world. There was a conflict between one of the Devildom businesses and a human one that he believed would be resolved shortly. I have faith that the Young Master will be returning soon, and when he does I will extend another invitation to you.” he hums, eyes raking over their form, “If you’d like, you may select a different outfit for next time. I only say this because demon aristocracy tends to have new outfits tailored for them every formal event. If nothing suits your fancy, please consult me, and I will have it made for you immediately.”

He sees them brighten up a bit at the prospect of another invitation, and Barbatos knows their true motive. They’ve made that plenty clear.

“I...would like something new, actually. I’ve already made up my mind.” they say, stumbling over their words as if nervous to request something of him.

“By all means, tell me. I am at your service.” he replies, giving the hand that he is still holding a gentle squeeze. It’s so fleeting that they may not have noticed it, but the way they suck in a breath and shudder tells otherwise.

“This color...” they step closer, fingers reaching out to brush against the teal part of his hair, tucking it behind his ear like it's something so casual, like it’s an action that didn’t make it that much harder for him not to give into his temptation, “It’s beautiful. I would like something with that color, if you don’t mind.”

Barbatos flushes pink, the color shooting from his cheeks to his ears to his neck. They’re getting bolder now that they know the Young Master won’t be back for a while, as if the threat of being caught was what held them back from making a move. He can’t help but laugh, the sound light and melodic, and he doesn’t miss the way they smile when he does, either.

“Of course, MC.” he bows, the hair they tucked behind his ear falling in front of his face, “I can’t say I’m not flattered that you would select that color in particular. We would almost be matching.”

It’s bait. He knows they will take it, as lovely and predictable as they are. (But predictable is not necessarily a bad thing, not when it’s looking at him like he’s the most gorgeous demon in the Devildom.)

“That’s the idea.” they say airly, stepping even closer to him, “I want...to be close to you. You’re always watching, always so far away...I never get to spend time with you.”

They say he is always watching, but he’d have to disagree. It is them that follow him with their eyes, but maybe, he realizes, maybe he does that too.

“I have duties, MC. I do apologize if you’re feeling neglected. I can remedy that as soon as possible.” he tilts his head with a smile, the flaring emotions welling up within him screaming danger.

“Oh yeah? And how will you do that?” they ask, stepping even closer, and Barbatos damns himself when he doesn’t step away.

He removes his hands from their hold, and they let him go. They don’t back away, however, still staring at him like they have him right where they want him. Barbatos almost laughs again, but settles for a soft smile instead. They’re waiting for him, he knows this. They’re waiting and he doesn’t want to make them wait any longer.

“MC...” he whispers, a gloved hand pressing against the small of their back, “Come here.”

And they do.

His other hand finds itself cradling the back of their head as they kiss him, lips warm and tasting like the tea he brewed for them. His heart flares in his chest and for a moment, his grip tightens. It doesn’t alarm them, they don’t pull away, they just grab him by the lapels and hold him there. Barbatos lives to serve, and if that is where they want him, that is where he will be.

Their nice formal wear becomes bunched up and wrinkled under his hand, but he doesn’t feel sorry. He will in a moment, when they’re done kissing him and he pulls away and has to return to tending to them in other ways than this, ways that aren’t nearly as electric. He briefly registers them tucking his hair behind his ear again so they can cup his face, and the gesture brings yet another smile to his lips.

A final hard press of his mouth to theirs and he pulls away, lips redder and plumper than they were previously. They’re still holding onto him, a wobbly smile on their face and eyebrows furrowed affectionately. They’re looking at him like that, he realizes, and a giddy feeling bubbles in his chest that he pops immediately.

He already gave into the temptation. It would be best not to test it anymore.

“Thank you.” they say, voice trailing off into a lighthearted giggle. They look so happy, rolling back and forth on the balls of their feet as if they just got something they really, really wanted.

Barbatos supposes he did, too.

“It’s only my duty, MC.” he says, voice steady and soft as if he didn’t just kiss them like he wanted to suck the soul out of their body, “Please, allow me to escort you home now.”

“Oh, by all means, lead the way.” they beam, slotting their hand against his again.

He knows that they know what he is. He knows that after this walk is over, they will go back to being monopolized by the seven brothers. He knows that, by kissing them tonight, he opened a door that will torture him forever. He knows that time will take this moment away from him, and eventually this human themselves, but they say nothing. They do not ask what he's thinking. He’s so grateful for the space they give him. He’s grateful that they’re willing to give him a chance, a shot at winning their heart, even though his hold on it will never be enough to protect it from time.

It will rot and decay, just like everything else he has seen.

But maybe, just maybe, their smiling face will endure.

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