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Obey Me x The Magnus Archives: Avatar MC (Asmodeus/Corruption, 5/7)
The “Cursed TMAxObey Me crossover” continues! It’s basically what it says on the tin: what if the settings of the horror anthology podcast The Magnus Archives and the goofy dramedy demon dating sim Obey Me were merged in some way?
This is Not the sexy/kink kind of corruption! TMA’s Corruption, aka The Crawling Rot, is about filth, decay, disease, and insects! (And unhealthy/toxic love/relationships) Basically anything on the “disgust-fear” side of horror. If I did my job right, you’re going to want to take a shower after reading this.
For those unfamiliar with tma but intending on reading this anyway, I would like to warn you that this series is going to be horror-based, and include potentially disturbing content. Specific content warnings will be provided at the beginning of each fic, and some may be more upsetting than others. Please use your discretion when deciding which parts to read, if any. I can only warn you, I am not responsible if you decide to read and are upset by what you see.
Additional Warning, No Seriously Guys: To no tma fans’ surprise, this is the section I’m most worried about. The Corruption is a very specific intersection of fear, disgust, love, lust, and trauma that can be upsetting on multiple levels. It’s also unintentionally become Extra Spicy because, well… we’re in a pandemic. So reader discretion is Absolutely Mega Advised.
Anyway.... buge :)
Content Warnings: Horror, implied bad end, pests/vermin, insects, rot, mold, unsanitary behaviour, illness/fever, noncon/dubcon touching, bad caretaker
Lucifer (X), Mammon (X), Leviathan (X), Satan (X), Asmodeus (You are here), Beelzebub (X), Belphegor (X)
It starts with pests. 
A simple series of nuisances, at first. Vermin keep getting into the House of Lamentation, picking at food, nibbling on clothes and degrading furnishings, leaving behind all sorts of mess. So the brothers set out traps, inspect the windows and foundation, and up their cleaning routines. Asmo’s room is spotless, as always, but he turns his floor into a minefield of hexes, just in case.
Then the food starts to turn on its own. Even with the pests (mostly) under control, they can’t seem to stop any perishable goods from spoiling within a couple of days, regardless of their expiration date. It’s one of the few times Beel’s insatiable appetite is more of a blessing than a curse. Asmo laments the loss of fresh produce, but settles for frozen. Even if he obsessively picks through it before preparing any meals.
But then the rot creeps into the brothers’ personal belongings. Satan loses an entire wing of his personal library to mildew, Levi’s tank gets contaminated with a nasty strain of aquatic mold, and Belphegor whines at the loss of his favourite blanket to an eclipse of moths. Asmo checks and triple checks his cosmetics to make sure they’re sealed and stored in a safe, dry place, but nearly faints upon discovering the clutch of eggs something had laid in his foundation. He bins all his products and scrubs his skin until it turns red.
Thankfully, MC doesn’t seem to mind all that much. Asmo would almost respect their resolve, if he hadn’t seen them once pick the mold off of a piece of fruit before eating it without a care in the world. Doesn’t that kind of thing get humans sick? 
Nonetheless, they’re quite sympathetic to the distress Asmo is in, even offering him some of their own makeup to use, but he took one look at the jaundiced creams in their bag and politely declined, citing a concern about different skin types.
Why does his skin itch so much lately?
Demons don’t get sick. It takes a lot for one, especially a high ranking demon, to truly feel under the weather. Asmodeus, especially, never gets sick.
But lately…
Maybe it’s the stress. Maybe it’s because everything around him seems to be falling into ruin and decay.
Asmo doesn’t feel well. He holds out as long as he can, but it doesn’t take a master detective to figure out that he’s seriously ill. Nausea, fever, cold sweats, fatigue, dizziness… After Asmo is nearly knocked unconscious by the force of his own sneeze, Lucifer puts his foot down. He’s forced into bedrest.
Luckily, he has MC to take care of him. They’re very eager too, rarely leaving his side. He would find it more comforting if not for their… habits.
As they stroke through his matted hair and place a cold compress on his forehead, he can’t help but notice that their hands feel… normal. That’s impossible, he’s burning up, shouldn’t they be much cooler than him? Are they…?
Gentle touches glide down his body, across flushed and sweat-slick skin, tracing small circles around the scars left by Asmo’s frantic nails. As they pass over an inflamed cut (when did it become infected? He could have sworn he was cleaning them…), Asmo can’t help but shudder as he feels tendrils of something taking root in him as they go.
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