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weebswrites · 3 years

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Heyy! I recently came across your blog and a absolutely love your writing! 🥰

Would it be possible to request an angst hc with the Obey me brothers? So maybe the bros were having a bad day and they lash out at the MC. The MC leaves them alone and the brothers don’t hear from them for hours and think MC just doesn’t want to talk to them but in reality MC got attacked and is barely alive. And maybe MC summons the brother with what little strength they have left so the brother is met with an MC laying in front of them almost dead.

Ah I’m sorry I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore this if it’s too much! Have a good day :D

A/N: YES YES YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

The Demon Bros Saving Your Life (this will have swear words and light descriptions of violence so if that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion pls I love u guys)

Lucifer

“MC, please just leave me alone” he spat, trying to stay calm but losing his patience quickly

“Lucifer, I’m not letting you shove me away. You can do that to your brothers, but not to me” you insist, remembering your conversation where he said to ignore him when he tried to push you away

“I’ll do what I want to you, human, don’t forget your place” he boomed, so loud your eyes reactively filled with tears

“Fine, do what you want” you mutter at him before storming out, slamming the door behind you

He knew he fucked up, but wasn’t in the headspace to chase after you, so he stayed in his office and worked. He’d apologize later

You ran out of the HoL, just wanting to be out of Lucifer’s reach for a bit. You decide to go to Purgatory Hall to visit Simeon, your best friend outside of the HoL, but take the scenic route there to clear your head a bit and calm down. Before you know it the sun is setting, and figure you should get to Simeon’s sooner rather than later.

“Hey, aren’t you Lucifer’s bitch” you hear from an alleyway, and suddenly you’re just as annoyed as before. But you know better than to engage with any demons that are egging you on like that, so you keep walking

Then you’re grabbed from behind and slammed against a brick wall, hitting your head roughly against the surface

“Fuck” you exhale, vision already blurring

“Think you can ignore me, human? You’re weak here, nothing” the demon drove a fist into your stomach, causing you to cough

“I’ll show you not to come back to the Devildom ever again, filthy human”

By the time he was done you were a bloody mess crumpled on the ground, in the fetal position to protect your vital organs as much as you could, but you felt yourself losing consciousness

The demon spat on you before leaving, laughing as he walked away. Your body was in so much pain, and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality

You could felt your lips moving as your vision turned to black, and your last coherent thought before blacking out was realizing you were summoning Lucifer

“I...summon the Avatar of Pride...” you inhaled as much as you could, but his name came out a whisper, “Lucifer”

You saw his legs appear before you lost consciousness, thankful you were actually able to summon him

“What the fuck” was his first comment, as he didn’t see you at his feet, but as soon as he did he felt his heart shatter

“MC! Fuck, MC. MC?” he shook you very lightly, and when you didn’t respond he went into overdrive. He picked you up gently in his arms after examining where you were most badly injured, as to not make anything worse

He was in demon form from the moment he saw you, wanting as much of his strength at his disposal as he could have. He flew you to the nearest hospital (idk if there’s a hospital in the devildom but there is now) and demanded you be placed in the best care possible, and also made it very clear that he wasn’t going to leave your side

He watched as doctors sewed your wounds closed and put an IV in your arm, unable to take his eyes off their every move. After a few hours, the doctor turned to Lucifer

“They should wake up within a few hours,” the doctor said before leaving

“Thank you. Please mail the bill to Lord Diavolo and I’ll take care of it” he said, figuring that was easier than having to fill out the HoL on paperwork

He was then alone with you, and he scooted his chair next to your bed and took your hand in his, holding it gently

“I’m so sorry, MC” he whispered and pressed his lips to the top of your hand as he tried not to cry

He sat there for what felt like hours, but just twenty minutes passed before he felt you move slightly

Your eyes fluttered open, and you took a moment to adjust to the lights

You felt warmth around your hand, and recognized it instantly, looking to your side and locking eyes with Lucifer

“Luci” you whisper, voice hoarse from not having used it for hours

“MC, I’m so sorry” his voice was soft and you could tell how distraught he was, “I never should have snapped at you, it was out of place and rude and I’m sorry” he rambled on like this for a minute, and you just appreciated his genuine care for you as you listened to him speak

“Lucifer” you cut him off, “Thank you for taking care of me. I forgive you”

Mammon

“Just get a job! Then your brothers won’t shit on you all the time” you suggested. Mammon had come to you venting about how some of his brothers had ganged up on him again and demanded that they pay him back. You were more understanding than you probably should have been with him, but wanted him to be proactive and get himself out of this on his own

“It isn’t that easy! Damnit MC, I thought you understood me!” he snapped, and you decided you should just let him cool down

“Look, Mammon. I’m always here for you with this, but you can’t keep complaining about this and not doing anything about it when there’s an easy solution. I have to go study with Satan for a test we have, so I’m going to go meet him. Text me when you’ve calmed down”

You meant it to be caring, but his mind was clouded, and he took it as you pitying him and running away - his greatest fear

“Fine!” he huffed, turning his back to you

You were saddened by this, but genuinely had to go, so you turned and left, thankful for the bit of time that you knew Mammon needed alone to clear his head

You were walking to the library, in the middle of a text to Satan when you accidentally bumped into another demon

“Shit, my bad” you apologize, but the demon had no intention of letting you get away with that

“A human, eh?” he grabbed your shirt collar and instantly drove a fist to your jaw

“What the fuck” you tried to say, but couldn’t really speak

The demon punched you a few more times, and you thought that they had the strength of Beel with how much it hurt

Your body was tossed to the ground and kicked before being abandoned, and you wished you didn’t take the back way to the library

“I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon” you whispered, hoping your words were enunciated enough for the summoning to work

“MC!” he noticed you instantly, crouching down and putting a hand on your arm, “MC what happened. Wait don’t talk, can you stand?”

You began to sit up, which he took as a yes, and he wrapped his arm around you to help you stand

He studied your injured face as you stood, and wished he had the power to heal you instantly

“Come on MC, the hospital is close”

“T-Text Satan I’m not coming” you handed him your phone, not wanting Satan to think that you ditched him

Mammon exhaled a laugh through his nose, “You’re always thinking of others, MC” he commented, “We really don’t deserve you”

You just shook your head, feeling like you didn’t deserve the joy the demons brought you

Mammon stayed by your side until you were completely healed, which took a few weeks. He even signed up for a job with Akuzon DC. It was the most selfless you’d ever seen him, and you thanked him for his kindness once you were healed with a gift card to his favorite store

Leviathan

“Just stop! I get it, you have other friends, I don’t care. Go have fun with them” he snapped. Levi hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and you could tell

“Levi, please sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours” you try to comfort him, but he isn’t hearing it

“Whatever, MC”

You’re hurt by his attitude, but know he’s just exhausted. You turn to leave and plan to head back to him a bit sooner to spend extra time with him (quality time love language lookin demon) (also the avatar of envy but that’s not as funny of a joke so)

You were planning to meet with some classmates to study, but you ran into a demon on your way that had been bullying you for being human for the whole semester

You hadn’t told any of the brothers because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but you were worried suddenly what the demon would do to you outside of the school grounds

“Hey, it’s the human” she snarled, stepping in front of you to stop your path

“Sorry, I’m busy” you tried to walk around her, but she had no intention of letting you go unscathed

“Not so fast” she stomped her foot over yours to stop you and shoved you back against a light pole nearby

You felt the cold metal slam against your spine and grunted in discomfort

“Can’t take a little pain? That’s too bad” she said, taking you by your shirt and throwing your body on the road

She kicked your body for what felt like minutes while spitting insults at you, before leaving your weakened body on the ground

You tried to get up once she was gone but screamed in pain, not able to move a muscle

“I summon the Avatar of Envy, Leviathan,” you said, tears starting to run down your face at his name

“Levi, Levi please, help me” you whispered as he appeared

“MC, I’m here” he kneeled down beside you and inspected your body, “I’m here, don’t worry”

“Levi” your hand tightened around his jacket, “Help”

He picked you up, maintaining your position in his arms, and took you to the hospital as fast as he could while keeping you comfortable

He stayed by your side as much as he was legally allowed to while the doctors cared for your torso and x-rayed your foot. After a day or so you were allowed home, and he insisted that he stayed by your side until you were completely healed

Satan

“MC, I’ve asked you eight times to leave me alone, I’m clearly trying to read, can’t you take the hint?” he sighed exasperatedly and waited for you to leave, not intending his words to be so harsh but he figured you’d be fine

You were not fine! What the fuck Satan.

“Fine, screw you then” you retorted and left, slamming the door behind you

He realized that you weren’t fine, but wanted to finish his book. Then he’d apologize. But when we went to your room later that night to talk, you didn’t answer.

“MC, come on, open up. I’m sorry for earlier, can we just talk?”

Beelzebub was walking by, “I haven’t seen them since this morning, they left the house crying” he said awfully casually, “I never saw them come back”

Satan felt the blood drain from his face and he ran out of the HoL, ignoring Beel’s “I’m sure they’re fine now!” from behind him

He barely made it out of the doors before he was summoned, and he was confused before he realized the only way he could be summoned was by you

As soon as he was there he saw you, thrown against a dumpster, barely able to hold yourself up

“Satan” you called, voice weak, and he was at your side in less than a second

He stood in front of you and you got on his back, wrapping your arms over his neck

“Tell me what happened. Who did this” his voice was firm and you could almost feel the anger radiating off him

You muttered a name under your breath before resting your head on his shoulder, trying everything you could to not pass out

“Satan, talk to me. I can’t stay awake”

That scared him, so he walked to the hospital a bit faster, but gently still as to not cause you any extra pain

He started telling you about his book since that was all he did that day, but it ended up turning into a long apology for pushing you away and raising his voice earlier. You would have cut him off but you didn’t have the strength to, so you just listened to his words, noticing the thought he had clearly put into them throughout the day

“Satan-” you started, and he instantly stopped to listen, “I forgive you”

He was silent, a sense of relief and appreciation for you washing over him and he thanked you for your understanding of his anger as you arrived at the hospital

Similar to Lucifer, he demanded you to be seen by the best doctor there was on staff, price be damned. He watched intensely as the doctor checked you out, eyeing them up and down to make sure they were good enough and treating you with the same care he would

Once you were released he had Diavolo send a car to drive the two of you back to the HoL, where Satan had had your room prepared with new pillows (the kind you mentioned liking from his room, as well as new ones of the ones you had), freshly washed sheets and duvet, and a cup of your favorite drink waiting for you (he definitely didn’t bribe his brothers to get your room ready, not that it took much bribing)

In addition, each of the brothers had pitched in to get you flowers and a stuffed animal that you’d mentioned wanting, a few weeks ago. The sight of it all made you tear up, and you wrapped Satan in the tightest hug he’d ever gotten

Asmodeus

“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, MC, but I just need some time by myself,” he said, and you could tell he was losing his patience

“Are you sure?” you offer one last time before leaving, wanting to make sure he really wanted to be alone

“Yes! I am!” he snapped, and you felt bad for pushing

“Sorry, Asmo. Feel better” you leave and take care to close the door as quietly as you can on your way out

You were having a bit of a bad day yourself, so you decide to go walk around the devildom and let the fresh air clear your head

Which ended up being a bad idea, as you ran into one of the demons that always hit on you in one of your classes.

“Hey, MC, you finally aren’t with any of those idiot brothers” he approached you and tried to touch your arm, but you pushed it away

“Oh, they’re fiesty. I’ll have to teach you a lesson” he spat on the ground next to you and before you knew it he pushed you against a wall and was punching you senseless

It felt like he’d never stop, but eventually it did, and he left you to bleed on the road. You tried to stand up, not thinking your injuries would be that servere, but you couldn’t move. You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly washing over you

You knew you probably had a concussion and some broken ribs, and that you shouldn’t lose consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You summoned Asmo.

“I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus” you spoke, and there he was

“MC! Babes, what happened? Where are you hurt” he knelt in front of you and looked over your body

“Ribs...and my head...” you whined, leaning forward for him to take you in his arm

Asmodeus was stronger than you realized, and he picked you up easily and started walking you back to the HoL. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll call a doctor” he said gently, “Then Satan and I will take care of the idiot who did this”

Until you were healed he was by your side, bringing you anything you even thought of wanting and getting the classwork you missed from your classes

Beelzebub

“Hey Beel, what’s up!” you walked into the kitchen and greeted your favorite demon cheerily

He grunted, usually a sign that he should be left alone, but you wanted some Beel time and figured you’d just be cautious and give him his space

“How was your day” you asked innocently

“Not now, MC. I’m not in the mood” his voice was firm, and you took the message

“Got it, I’ll leave” you said apologetically, and left the kitchen. You were a bit upset by him pushing you away, but knew he just needed space. You decided to walk to get takeout for dinner, and made your way to the restaurant on your own.

That was a mistake. You weren’t even halfway there when you figured later you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

“Is that a human? Here?” you heard from across the road, and sighed, hoping to get off easy

“Hey, human!” the demons walked over to you and you stopped, deciding to at least acknowledge them so they’d think they could insult you and move along

“Wow, I’ve never met a human in real life before” one of them smirked, “I wonder just how weak they really are”

“I wouldn’t test it, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I don’t know some demons who would make your lives miserable if you hurt me”

The other demon scoffed, “You’re lying. What demon would befriend a human”

You were getting irritated at the attitude being thrown at you, so you decided to fight back with a little sass of your own, “Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Lord Diavolo, to name a few” you smirked and crossed your arms

“Bullshit” one of the two demons got in your face, “there’s no way a demon like that would look twice at you”, and before you could begin to think of a comeback you felt a sharp pain in your side

You looked down to see a gash in your side, thankfully seeming to not have hit an organ, but it was still bleeding pretty badly. You didn’t know what to do, but didn’t really have the chance to do much because a few strong punches were delivered to your core immediately after

“Fuck” you mumbled as you crumpled to the ground, and heard the demons laughing as they walked away. You felt yourself bleeding pretty heavily, and knew you wouldn’t be able to make it back to the HoL

“I summon the Avatar of Gluttony. Beelzebub” you said, hoping you remembered how to use your pact correctly

He appeared before you and you let out a sigh of relief, then wincing in pain at your own action

“MC!” he instantly took off his grey hoodie and pressed it to your wound, “There’s an underground hospital close, is it safe for me to lift you or can you walk”

“I think I can walk, but can you keep an arm around me” you ask, and he obviously does

You get to the hospital and are instantly checked in and brought to a care room. Beel holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as tightly as you need as your wound is sewn up, and then the nurses give you pain medication for the next few weeks

You didn’t know the names of the demons who hurt you, but Lucifer found out easily with his many connections, and he and the rest of his siblings, along with Lord Diavolo, made sure that the two demons never so much as thought about you ever again

Belphegor

“Belphie, please let me in” you knocked on his door again, not knowing what had caused him to storm off in the first place

The door opened, but before you could say anything Belphie was talking

“MC, I’m fucking pissed right now, and the last person I want to be around is you” his voice was sharp, and you almost teared up at how genuine his words seemed

“Fine, okay, I’m sorry for trying to help” you responded before turning and running down the stairs from his room in the attic, wanting to give him space but also run away from him

You were going to try not to cry, but as soon as you stepped outside the HoL you couldn’t hold back anymore. Sniffling, you walked to the park nearby to sit at a bench and think. You pulled out your D.D.D. to text Beelzebub and ask him to check up on Belphie, but didn’t even unlock it before someone sat down next to you

You didn’t recognize who it was, and you wiped under your eyes as the demon began to speak

But they didn’t say anything near what you expected. Well, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t to be called a filthy human by a stranger

The demon proceeded to call you names, but you were too mentally exhausted to fight back, so you just sat and listened as they tried to get a reaction from you

“What, aren’t you listening to me? Stupid human” and the demon started punching you. Hard.

You tried to fight back at first, but compared to the strength of a demon you couldn’t really do much. Once you started losing consciousness the other demon left you to sit, laughing at your wounds

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to bother Belphie if he was still in a bad mood, but you needed help. You pulled out your D.D.D. and saw a text from him, reading: ‘MC, I’m sorry. Please come back, give me a chance to explain’

As you couldn’t move, you realized your only option was to summon him, so that’s exactly what you did

“I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor” you suddenly got nervous, unsure why since you and Belphie were so close, but you knew he’d help you no matter what

“MC? MC holy shit” he sat next to you on the bench and you instantly leaned into him and started sobbing

“MC I’m so sorry, this never should have happen” he had an arm around you

You sniffled, “It isn’t your fault, I was just clearing my head” you reassured him, still hurt by his previous words but not at all blaming him for the other demon’s attack

He brought you back to the HoL and gave you ice packs for the bruises that were starting to surface, making sure you had everything you needed for the next many days until you were healed

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A/N: This took me longer than I thought it would to write but I also kept taking breaks and had three classes today lol. But here it is !!! I love writing angst hehe so this was really fun

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me leviathan #leviathan x mc #obey me satan #satan x mc #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #obey me belphegor #belphegor x mc

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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years

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What do you think about the Satan is Lucifer's son headcanon? And that he was born an infant that took Lucifer a lot of time raising? That's the thing that goes around this fandom quite a lot. Then there's the more creepiest heacanons that Lucifer was pregnant with Satan when he visited Diavolo as an angel and they had something going on(that's creepy and messed up) but you know in this fandom there are a lot of people from the ones into d*monc*st to the ones just coming up with creepiness. Yeah that's what I've seen- your thoughts?)

Uh all my thoughts are below the cut because, of course and as always, I went on too long because it’s about Satan ✨

So like I do not believe Satan was ever a child at all so a lot of that fanon is just flat out rejected by me lmao

I’m of the mind that Satan came out of Lucifer already a fully grown demon, wild with rage and hatred and an intent to destroy. He’d been sentient within Lucifer’s mind for a long time anyway—in S2 he mentions having been around since Asmo turned up, and to me it just makes more sense that he emerged from Lucifer or formed from his six discarded wings already an adult demon. With a glance, the demon king could see that he’s the one fit for the role of the Avatar of Wrath, ranking fourth in power among his brothers. It’s more threatening and interesting that way to me because what can a baby do? Bite at the ankles of his brothers? Piss on them when they’re changing his diaper? Lots of fluff potential but idk, not for me. And with how slowly these near-immortal beings age (see: Luke), then he’d have been a baby, toddler, and child for such a long time. And that doesn’t jive with my fantasy for his development lol

I want him to be fully cognizant for their earliest days in the Devildom. Hearing and seeing how they mourn, how they grieve, how they begin to explore and cope with their sins. I want him to be able to hear them whisper about how hard it is to deal with him and all his violence, how they miss their days as angels. I like the idea that it’s a lot of those early, delicate days that eventually lead to him deciding that he wants to be more than just a beast of burning anger—that he wants to be knowledgeable, respected, seen as reliable. For him to decide that it’s not enough to simply learn from his brothers because they just aren’t enough, and that he turn to the wisdom of books.

Idk just… You can do a lot with a baby but I think you can do even more with an adult. Even if we eventually learn that he came out of Lucifer as a baby, I’m just… gonna reject that because I think my headcanon’s cooler. 🤷🏻

Anyway, relevant fic I read where he plays a part in urging Lucifer to rebel. Insanely good, highly recommend.

As for him being Lucifer’s son… I feel like that’s such a oversimplification and dumbing down of what their relationship. It’s an easy way to understand Satan’s feelings towards Lucifer—Lucifer’s pretty much acted like a shit dad to him and he’s the bitter, angry son who wants to lash out. But he’s more than simply his son because honestly, he’s also his brother—like genetically, they’d be twins wouldn’t they? And in a mean way that I don’t like admitting, he’s a part of Lucifer that sprang into being. For a while, he genuinely was a mere fragment of Lucifer and I think he understood that as well, but over time he overcame that and grew into being his own demon.

His relationship to Lucifer is a complex one because there’s so much to it. But the easiest way to describe it that they’ve mutually agreed upon at some point is that they’re brothers, and I’m going to respect that. So no, I don’t subscribe to the ‘Satan is Lucifer’s Son’ headcanon because yeah… it’s not that simple. Besides, Lucifer’s essentially adopted everyone else in the family and none of them call him father :/

#chat & colloquy #obey me #ah another chance to ramble on about Satan #and this time it’s mostly my thoughts! and a headcanon a feel strongly about lmao #as usual no hate to ppl who subscribe to their own headcanons and stuff #you do you I do I

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elai-okonma · 3 years

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Chapter 13. Hell In Heaven

WARNINGS: TORTURE, SEXUAL GRATIFICATION, INTENSE, IDK ETC. Word count: 1,103

Devildom:

Lucifer leaves to find Luke. With Simeon gone, he was the only other Angel in the Devildom.

He finds Luke praying in his room at Purgatory Hall. Lucifer waits until he is finished before speaking;

“Luke, I need your help…”

The little Angel yelps, and jumps up.

“W-w-what in God's name, Lucifer you scared me half to death!”

“I’m sorry Luke, I didn't mean to startle you, but I really need your help.”

The Angel looks at him confused, and he immediately starts laughing. “You need MY help? What could you possibly need my help with?”

“I need to see Father.”

Luke halts his laughter. One look at Lucifer’s face and he knows something’s wrong. “You what? Where is this coming from?”

“I’ll get straight to the point Luke, we might have another Celestial War on our hands, and I need to speak with Father about it.”

The Angel in front of him starts to panic. What does he mean, another Celestial War?! Luke was one of the youngest Angels, so he wasn’t trained nor prepared for war. Lucifer continues;

“I know what I’m asking is impossible, but I at least need to try, and I can’t do it without you Luke, please.”

“How do you suppose I get you there, Lucifer?”

“I can use my magick to disguise myself, for a short period of time, but long enough to find Father.”

The young Angel thinks about this. It could be possible, if they were careful enough, but what happens if he gets caught? An Angel helping a Demon get into the Celestial Realm? And not just any Demon, but LUCIFER?! Father would punish him for sure, but he also couldn’t just stand by with another possible war happening.

“Ok, I’ll do it… I’ll help you…”

He was scared, but now was not the time for that. After all, there comes a day when one must show what they’re really made of, and Luke guessed that today is his day.

Lucifer bows before Luke and expresses his sincere thanks. He knew he was asking a lot of the Angel, but he couldn’t turn to anyone else.

“So, when do we go?”

“The sooner, the better. We’ll have to go now. My brothers already know the plan.”

“And what exactly is the plan, Lucifer?”

“To ask Father directly, if there is going to be another war.”

Luke shrugs, “alright. Let’s go.”

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It only took a few seconds to reach the Celestial Realm, Lucifer shielded his eyes from the Heavenly skies. When was the last time he had been in the sunlight? Real sunlight, not one Lord Diavolo fabricated in the Devildom.

Luke reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. He hands them to Lucifer;

“I knew you could use them.” he says with a shy smile.

As he puts on the glasses, he looks around to see where exactly they were. He recognizes one of the grand halls, one for Archangels to discuss Celestial Realm matters, and the like.

Lucifer instantly picks up your scent, and he becomes flustered. “Why... do I smell MC?” He starts to tear up, and looks at Luke. “WHY DO I SMELL MC?!”

Luke pauses to see if he can sense you, as well. His head snaps back to Lucifer, “I can smell her, too! Is she here?!”

“I don’t know… I can’t sense her in any other way, except scent...”

As Lucifer and Luke look at the direction of your scent, they think of what to do next; find Father, or find you.

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Celestial Realm Torture Chamber

“Gabriiiieeellll”, MC sing-songs the Archangel’s name. You know you’re going to wreck him, and you can’t wait.

Still sitting on top of him, you slam your hand around his throat.

“Maybe I should do you how Belphegor did me,” you say, looking deep into his eyes. “Or maybe, I’ll be more creative. Tell me Gabriel, after all the torture, purgatory, and the labyrinth, what was next? Would I be forgiven? Repent my sins, and God would welcome me back with open arms? That is how it works, isn’t it?”

Gabriel looks like he’s about to cry, and you knit your eyebrows at this.

“Ohhh, no tears please. It’s a waste of good suffering.”

As a tear does start to form, you lean down to lick it up, squeezing his face so hard you break his jaw. Gabriel lets out a gargled scream, and you quickly cover his mouth.

“Oh, did that hurt?” you say with a moan, “I want to make sure it hurts.”

You smile down at him, “This is where our fun really begins.”

You harden your wings, and use them to pin his hands through the floor, and Gabriel whimpers. Using your crown of thorns, you smash your head into his face --repeatedly-- not giving him time to cry out. When you raise your head back up after several bashes, both of your faces are completely covered in blood. You lick the blood off your lips seductively, and then check to see if Gabriel is still conscious. Barely.

“You’re so fucking weak, Gabriel. I know you had planned worse for me, so before you completely give out on me, let’s take things up a notch.”

Between your assaults and insults, is Gabriel on the brink of complete collapse. A punch to his nose, “pathetic,” a jab to his ribs, “weak”...You reach over to his fingers and break them. Nails ripped off, jaw shattered, ribs broken, and nose crushed and he’s still holding on.

“This is what I like to see, Gabriel.”

As you stop to take a breather, you pick up on a familiar aura. You go completely still when you recognize it.

“Lucifer.”

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As Lucifer and Luke debate on what to do now, they feel someone walk up to them.

“SIMEON!”

The familiar face was accompanied by two others.

“Luke! What are you doing here? And who is this with y-”

“There’s no time, Simeon! We sensed MC when we arrived, is she here?!”

Lucifer gives Luke a side glance before looking to Simeon, but the look on his face has the Demon worried.

“Luke...MC is here, but...she attacked Michael, and Father took her to Gabriel.”

This has Lucifer about to reveal his Demon form and blow his cover, and Luke crying in confusion.

Luke didn’t understand why MC would attack Michael, and Lucifer knew all too well the punishment for an offense like that. He also knew what Gabriel was capable of, and now his priority was finding MC. Little did he know what was about to unfold.

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obeymefluff · 4 years

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Okok so, how about a mc whos like, crackhead. Snorting, wheezing, setting things on fire, or like, touching them with the baby hands. Idk, just being crazy, but in a good way. Like hiding little babies or randomly screaming. Sorry this is my first ask so euheuuehhue

Okay, damn get them in an asylum ASAP. Acting more demonic than the actual demons. (Also, you didn’t specify which characters you wanted me to do, so I just did all the brothers if that’s okay.)

Lucifer:

Does not appreciate you setting things on fire

Just because you’re in actual hell doesn’t mean everything has to be on fire, MC

Also pesters you for hiding babies because Diavolo doesn’t approve

Was worried at first about all the wheezing and snorting being a sort of illness, but gets used to it after a while

You’re like the opposite of what he needs right now, causing so much chaos while he’s trying to keep some form of order.

Please don’t touch him with the baby hands. You will lose them.

I can’t decide between you causing him to loosen up a bit or have to keep an even tighter hold on a set of rules.

If you want to randomly scream, do it away from him because he will freak out

Mammon:

Honestly, same

Was already planning to set things on fire for insurance, then you beat him to it.

Hiding babies? He’s got a bit of a moral compass when it comes to that sort of thing, but you’re already doing it so why not get money for returning them?

Please don’t randomly scream. His human could’ve been in danger and just why would you do that to his poor heart

He’s already touching things with his hands to try to swipe it, so he doesn’t really mind that you’re doing it too (unless you get more than him)

Still worried about the wheezing being a sickness because he knows that humans are fragile and he doesn’t want them dead

Overall, stop making him worry about his human (not that he’ll ever admit it)

Leviathan:

Thought the human Mammon brought home was faulty

Do nOt ToUcH tHE ruRIcHaN figUrEs

He doesn’t like fire either

Stop hiding the babies in his room, please. He’s trying to focus on his games and he can’t do that if there’s childish screaming coming from under his bed

Same rules apply for you randomly screaming

The boi just wants to be left alone to his anime

Satan:

You being crazy is like a double-edged sword for him

On one hand, seeing you commit arson with Lucifer frantically trying to extinguish everything puts a smile on his face

On the other hand, your shenanigans could disrupt his reading

Hiding little babies is a bit weird for him, as he doesn’t really appreciate sitting on the couch to read only to find their neighbour’s child is underneath said couch and keeps interrupting him by screaming while he can’t identify where it’s coming from

Satan wasn’t too worried about the wheezing, as he knew that sometimes humans just did that

Don’t touch the books.

Trust me, you don’t want to

Asmodeus:

Your screaming has, more than once, made him mess up his makeup. He was not amused.

Tries to use make you look like a homeless person cuz you already act the part and he’ll have someone record him giving you food out on the streets to gain popularity.

Whether that bothers you or not is debatable

The hiding babies thing is a weird situation for him

Because on one hand, he hates how he finds small children lying around and them screaming also makes him mess up his makeup

But on the other hand, he loves finding them so he can dress them up in all sorts of cute little outfits and posting them on Devil gram

DO NOT SET HIS ROOM ON FIRE

OR HIS BATHROOM FOR THAT MATTER

Keeps giving you all sorts of ointments that are supposed to help with wheezing, though you probably don’t use them anyway.

Beelzebub:

*CONCERN*

Always worried when you scream randomly because he knows humans are fragile, and will come running to see what the hell is happening only to find you happily humming on the ground

Keeps freaking out every time he finds babies and will beg you not to

He’s worried he’ll eat one of them thinking they’re a dumpling and he really doesn’t want that on his conscience

Really worried about people getting hurt, so plz don’t set stuff on fire

Keeps giving you food he thinks will get rid of your wheezing and snorting.

Doesn’t mind you touching things with the baby hands, though if they’re not your baby hands he’s got a problem

Stop giving him heart attacks, MC

Belphegor:

Loves how your chaos upsets Lucifer

Will sometimes set things on fire with you if he’s not too tired

Hides babies with you because he likes freaking his brothers out

Once taped a baby to the underside of Lucifer’s chair and laughed the entire time Lucifer spent looking for the source of crying while trying to do his paperwork

Sleeps right through your random screams

Is a bit worried about the snorting and wheezing, but got used to it after a while

You guys are partners in crime now

Hope this was decent! I had no idea what to do so I was just making it up as I went along 😅

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deliberatelyvague · 4 years

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Spotlight (Asmodeus x fem!reader)

Started: April 5, 2020 at 7:42pm

Ended: April 5, 2020 at 8:50pm

Word Count: 2,030

Shipping: [Asmodeus x fem!reader]

Trigger Warning: cutting, eating disorder, (notes of) depression

Author’s Note: Uhh so here’s another one. I enjoy writing stories, so please, continue requesting!

Prompt/Request: OK SO IDK WHICH ONE I WANT TO REQUEST SO IM DOING BOTH. Can I request a mc x asmo scenario where mc is a super duper popular idol but it’s later revealed that in order to keep her beauty she develop an eating disorder and started to develop depression resulting in cutting her self?? Sorry for the weird ask!!

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You had always heard the saying ‘beauty is pain’. You didn’t realize how much pain it was, however, until you got down to the Devildom. Of course, you weren’t totally off Scott-free, your fans still expected some content, and you were in no place to deny them that.

Now, you loved the majority of your fans. They always backed you up, defended you and the link, but there was just somethings they couldn’t defend you from. Including yourself, unfortunately.

Getting famous started moderately fine, you went viral because of your singing videos, and you guess some modeling businesses enjoyed your looks and attitude enough that they asked if you could do some shoots. From then on, it was a whirlwind of sessions, meet and greets, starving yourself and self harming.

That last part was relatively new, and it was caused by some hate that you had received. Well, hate was to put it in modern terms. A tabloid had started rumors that you had gained weight, which wasn’t wrong (you were still growing and maturing, your body weight is going to fluctuate), but they stretched it beyond what it was and paired it with some terrible pictures taken with your guard down. It all mixed to create a terrible atmosphere, especially when other tabloids started to gossip about your weight as well.

Eventually it seemed that your weight was the only thing important. So, you started to cut down on food. You started to take walks and workout moderately regularly, and the results were almost instantaneous. You dropped a few pounds a week, your figure slimmed down and you had never felt better. But then, the opposite effect happened with the tabloids, talking about how much weight you had lost, but this time they were praising you. You loved that feeling, it’s why you continued singing and modeling anyway.

People called you beautiful and you thrived off the attention, which is probably why when you went to the Devildom you and Asmodeus hit it off so quickly.

You two were best friends within the first week you were there- and since he had a tendency of going partying after school and hanging out with other friends of his on some days, he never noticed how little you truly ate.

None of the other brother’s noticed, or you figured they didn’t.

But then something happened, you stopped losing weight as quickly as you had been. This sends you into spirals of anxiety, making you cut back more and more, exercise more. But it didn’t work. In fact, one week when you had weighed in, you had gained weight.

As you stared at that number flashing at you, the number that was only a pound above where it had been last week, you started sobbing.

Thoughts piled up in your mind about how you weren’t good enough anymore, about how your fans will leave you, about how Asmodeus would leave you. His friendship meant the world to you, and you would be lying if you told yourself that a friendship was all that you wanted from him.

But he was out partying with demons that were better than you, no doubt, ones that were skinnier, more confident, and yards better than you in everything.

In the back of your mind, you remembered the hater’s comments on some of your most popular songs, telling you about doing things to your body. You remember the tabloids gossiping about self-harm scars on popular actresses' bodies, and you thought about why they would do that. It’s said to be a pleasure source, something that makes the person doing it feel better.

You would do anything to feel actually, genuinely happy, for once, so before you even thought about it you had popped a blade out of the razor in the bathroom and pressed it to your hip. You almost never showed off your stomach, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

You flinched away from the wound almost immediately, the pain coming in tiny spikes. But then, eventually, there was a bit of pleasure coming from it, watching little dots of blood pop up and drip down your hip and fall onto the ground. You cut yourself again, then once more.

You swallowed, breaking out of the trance the red lines had put you in before you realized that you needed to finish your homework. You cleaned up your cuts, sliding on a pair of loose-fitting joggers and a shirt you had taken from Asmodeus and padded over to your desk, sitting in the sodden chair, trying not to bother the cuts more than the pants would already. You quickly finished the homework, well as quickly as you could when every few minutes or so you would move slightly and the cuts would be agitated, and for a few quick moments you considered taking off your pants, but you didn’t know when Asmodeus would make his way to your room and come in without knocking like he usually did.

Though eventually you did change into some sleeping shorts, ones that almost fell off of your body, and that were practically bootie shorts.

“Doll, I’m coming in,” you heard Asmodeus’ voice through the door before he opened it. You were laying on your back on your bed, your head hanging off and your DDD in your hand.

“Asmo!” You called gleefully, his face immediately lightening your mood substantially. “How was the party?”

“It wasn’t as good as the one the other week, you remember that one, right doll? The one I forced you to come to.”

“Oh, yeah that one. I love that the first party you made me go to was also a rave. Go big or go home, right?”

“Of course! Now, Doll, what are we doing tonight? We could watch a movie and eat some unhealthy snacks?”

“Uh, we can watch movies, but I don’t really want to eat anything,” you told him, flipping around on your bed and sitting on your legs. He tilted his head and a frown formed between his two perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

“Oh? But Lucifer told me you didn’t eat tonight, you must be hungry?”

“No, I’m not really,” you assured him, but your stomach decided to betray you in that exact moment almost as if it was saying ‘don’t lie to him I am hungry’.

He looked from your stomach to your face with an unamused look on his face.

“[Y/N], he also told me that he’s never seen you eat, that you don’t eat dinner here at all. You know you don’t have to lie to me, right?”

The honesty in his voice and the look in his eyes almost broke you.

“I know,” he looked concerned, but didn’t push you. You knew you would tell him about your disorder when you were ready, hopefully if he had any idea about your disorder, he knew that too.

The two of you decided to do an at-home spa day, and he took you to his room. The two of you did face masks, hair masks, mani-pedis, and other things like that.

You had chosen each other’s nail colors, and you had picked an orange color to match his eyes, and he picked pink, using a holographic color on your ring figures. You liked that enough you did that on his ring figured too so you both would be matching.

While you waited for your nails to dry and picked out toenail polish, he asked you about any crushes.

“Oh, no, Asmo, I don’t really have my eyes on anyone,” you lied as you looked through the shades of blue he had. His eyes immediately lit up.

“Yes! Yes you do, I knew it! Who is it?” He said excitedly, and you shook your head.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe that. I’m not going to tell you because it’ll never happen, trust me.”

“Doll, how could you say that? I’m sure a lot of people would love to date you, to be able to call you theirs!” You shook your head, scoffing at him.

“Not this guy. I’m pretty sure he had his eyes on someone else, anyway.”

“Is it Lucifer? It does seem like he has his eyes on Diavolo, but I don’t know about that one, Doll. You still might have a chance.”

“No! It’s not Lucifer, I don’t have that big of daddy issues.”

“Who is it? Please, tell me,” he begged, and for the first time you actually looked at him. His eyes showed almost.. sadness. He seemed sad to be thinking about you with someone else.

You just shook your head.

“Asmo,” you let out, leaning back and looking at him. “It’ll ruin this.” He frowned.

“[Y/N], what do you mean?”

“Asmo,” here it comes, you just decided to let it out. “I like you. I really, really like you. But I understand if it weirds you out, if I’m not your type, I-”

You were interrupted when Asmo held the back of your head and brought your lips to his. You melted into his, and he put his hands on your hips and pulled you onto his lap. You let out a yelp when he pulled on you a little too hard, your cuts opening.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” He asks, before looking down at where his hands were, one of his hands having a little spot of blood on them and the shorts being stained with a little amount of blood. “[Y/N], what’s this?” You let his lift your shirt and pull down your shorts slightly, and he let out a small gasp, his face dropping as he took in your figure, one significantly smaller than it had been when you first came, and the multiple cuts you had on you.

“I, it’s just stress. The tabloids, the comment sections of almost anything when I post pictures, it’s all just a lot.”

“Doll, you could have come to me. Here, let’s fix you up a little bit,” he soothed, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around him, carrying you to his bathroom and dressing your wounds. You didn’t say anything to him. “When’s the last time you ate or drank anything?”

“I drank some water earlier today,” you tell him, and he smiles slightly and strokes your hair. “Good job on that, Doll. But we need to get some food in your stomach, okay?”

Your heartbeat sped up, and you shook your head, tears coming.

“No, Asmo, I can’t eat. Please, don’t make me.”

“I’m not asking you to eat much, please, I can’t have my girl dying on me. What about a piece of fruit and some more water?”

You looked at the floor for a few seconds.

“Can we watch something while I eat, and cuddle, please? It’ll help me take my mind off of it, I think.” He nods, and you both walk to the kitchen after fixing your clothes.

Grabbing your food and water you make your way to your room and turn on [TV show or movie] as Asmo sat on the floor, pulling you into his lap, his chest pressed against your back. He kissed underneath your ear.

Once you had finished the food, which took a bit, but it’s still down for now, he praised you.

“Good girl, Doll. Now finish the water and he can cuddle more.”

You finish the water and turn to him.

“Thank you, Asmo. For helping me.”

“Of course, Doll. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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This was written by me in no way trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I try to write what I feel would help me in the moment. I completely understand that mental illnesses don’t just ‘disappear’ when you’ve figured out that someone loves you or someone helps you once- that’s why I don’t write what happens after in most cases. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust, or call a hotline.

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Hi so, i get easily get bruises, i can just wake up in the morning and BAM an New bruise. So how would the brother react to MC just having there legs All bruised up?? Oh and sorry for my bad english😅

Yeah, I know what that’s like. I always tend to wake up with bruises on my arms and legs. God knows how those got there. And don’t apologise for your English! It’s not a big deal at all and I’m happy you took the time to send me this request!

Enjoy!

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The Brothers with an MC who bruises easily:

Lucifer:

-He would notice them before you do tbh

-Probably noticed them in the first few days of your stay in DevilDom, demon boy is very observant

-At first, he just assumed those came from you roughhousing with his brothers which happened a lot

-But once you two actuallly entered a relationship, he realised you were waking up with bruises that weren’t there the night before

-(not suggesting anything but maybe...?)

-He takes a moment to question himself like: Is this a human thing he’s too demon to understand? Is MC defective or something? No, no that’s silly but....how tf???

-At some point he just asks you and you just respond with : “It happens all the time.” And “I’m used to it. They don’t even bother me.”

-And he’s like alright because the bruises themselves don’t look too life threatening (then again he’s not a human doctor so how should he know?)

-Lucifer still worries like a mom every now and then but knows there’s nothing he can really do about it. Except forcing Solomon to use some of his mighty spells to heal you

-You won’t know this, but he changed the bedsheets and pillows so they would be softer than they were before because he has a sneaking suspicion you get those by hitting yourself in the middle of night or something

-Thoughtful boyfriend 101

Mammon:

-He...uh, he thought he inflicted those himself

-I mean, he has a habit of manhandling you every now and again, accidentally hitting you or just straight up dropping you when carrying you around

-And he started to feel really bad about it because his human was hurting because of him >:(

-He was just being really quiet around you in hopes of not accidentally hitting you with his wild gestures for a while

-And you were confused by his sudden change in behaviour which made you ask him what the problem was

-“Nah, I just wake up with those bruises. They kinda show up out of nowhere.”

-And he’s like “????????? Really??”

-And you’re like yea

-He’s still on high alert all the time because he still doesn’t get where the mystery injuries keep coming from

-There is a time where he legitimately thinks you got cursed by the witches

-He’ll get over it eventually but he still likes kissing your bruises because he thinks ‘it makes you feel better’

-Also, he’s shit at treating wounds so go to Lucifer if you need to be bandaged up

Levi:

-I feel like he would also wake up with cuts and bruises all over him

-Serpent boy is already sleep deprived as it is, so when he does manage to fall asleep, I imagine he keeps moving about

-He may be a demon and while these ‘bruises’ don’t necessarily hurt, they’re still kinda inconvenient

-He didn’t realise it was a thing humans deal with too, so he was a bit taken aback when you told him you had the same problem

-“You basically sleep in a bath tub, how do you get those bruises??”

-“Uh...idk, I guess hitting the edge of it in the middle of night.”

-You were surprised he sleeps at all, let alone long enough for him to accidentally hit himself and form injuries

-He keeps insisting you look badass with bruises all over you

-“You give off main character vibes MC!”

-“Oh God.”

-“.......”

-“I mean, Oh Lord Diavolo.”

Satan:

-Probably just concentrated on finding something to help you refrain from getting any more of these bruises

-And when I tell you he tries, he really tries

-He will get his hands on every human book about self care and any medical brochures from the human realm he can

-He will kidnap Solomon to help if necessary

-He is A-OK with stealing Belphie’s pillows to see if you’re more comfortable at night with those

-Has absolutely no problem bandaging you up if the bruises are that bad

-Overall, he takes after Lucifer with his mother bear instincts

Asmo:

-CEO of giving you every single lotion and cream he owns in hopes of making you feel better

-He is so sad that your beautiful skin gets ruined by those nasty bruises

-Ngl, if he woke up with one of those he would start screaming and crying

-Also, a lot of babying

-It’s like you broke your leg instead of just having a bruise or two, that’s how he acts

-Asmo is a sweetheart, in reality, so even if the bruises don’t bother you, he feels bad that he can’t do much about it

-He changes the bed sheets and pillows you two use regularly and insists you won’t get anymore bruises if you just cuddle him all night

-I doubt the truth behind that statement, but it’s worth a try

Beel:

-He isn’t worried mostly

-He knows the difference between an injury that hurts and one that is just...there

-Beel does offer to carry you around if he notices you have a bunch of those bruises all over your legs

-He knows they’re not painful, but he loves carrying you around so it doesn’t matter 💞💞

-He doesn’t really get why you wake up with those things either

-Belphie’s been his brother for centuries and he never woke up cuts or anything

-If he feels it’s necessary, he would go to Satan for advice, only because he thinks he’s pretty good at the whole....treating a human

-He goes to Lucifer whenever he has the chance too, asking whether you can sleep in his room instead since you keep getting bruises in your own bed

-I say this a lot but he shares his food with you

-Everytime he sees a new bruise, he just gives you a portion of his meal

-He doesn’t care how much you end up taking as long as you’re happy and distracted from the fact that your legs look like they have been strangled

-Beel is baby and I love him

Belphie:

-That’s unacceptable

-That genuinely disturbs him

-He loves sleep

-He can’t imagine hurting himself like while sleeping

-To him, it’s like imagining your best friend stabbing you in the back when you least expect it

-He will not stand for this

-Belphie is the Avatar of Sloth he will do everything in his power to let you actually have a nice rest without worrying about bruises

-He will put a shit ton of spells on you just so you don’t move around while you are asleep

-He will order 500 new pillows, he doesn’t give two fucks

-He will threaten his bed if he has to

-He will enchant his whole room if he has to

-Like Satan, he has no limits

-Do not test him

-You will not wake up with those bruises anymore whether you like it or not

-Prepare to me affectionately attacked

So, I got this short one out. I have another big ask working on right now that is a sort of alternative ending of the last ask posted requested by someone but while I write that, I have a few smaller asks to complete. I hope you enjoyed this one!

Al~

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