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Day of Lust - Asmodeus

~SFW Alphabet~

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

💅🏻 Affection, affection and more affection. Asmo is absolutely affectionate without a care for location, it’s a constant for him. Everything from kisses, holding hands, holding you or even running his fingers through your hair. He finds a deep sense of solace and validation through physical touch and affection, not only is his sin heavily related to touch and sensation but you elevate it to a completely new level. Asmo feels he can convey so much through touch and feels more honest intention being expressed through it. From his side and from your side as well, it’s something he can instinctively tell your thoughts, your emotions. Those gentle touches when you’re checking up on him, or when you’re excited and you hold his hand a little tighter while explaining something you enjoy. Asmo will call you cute, but he really appreciates you always keeping up with him and his affectionate whims. He will tone it down if he senses you don’t want to be smothered in the moment.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

💅🏻 Asmo is definitely the hype you up kind of best friend, he occasionally will feed your ‘bad’ decisions but rest assured he’ll never let you get a hairstyle you’ll regret. He loves offering unhinged advice, listening to your tea, spilling his own and shit talking the haters. He always listens to your ranting, granted that you listen to his as well. He’s the one that encourages you to enter your villain arc and be the best version of yourself. Your activities include shopping dates, dinner and spa days. Asmo loves instances of self care and enjoys things like having foodie experiences at cute and new cafes, clothing shopping and everything in between. Any excuse for some TLC best believe Asmo is there and on board for it. He also loves acting as your personal stylist and is really good at it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle)

💅🏻 Asmo is a big fan of cuddles, especially with a good show and fluffy blankets. It’s calming and provides him with a very necessary downtime that he needs after constantly being a socialite, it’s an exhausting venture afterall. It’s also one of the few times when Asmo isn’t worried about having to give his all and expend his energy, rather it’s restful for him. He’s definitely the little spoon in the equation and he will act cute just to get his way. You find it hard to refuse when Asmo is batting his long eyelashes at you with a slight pout to his lips and a pleading look in his eyes. Curse Asmo for being so adorable and knowing EXACTLY how to get you riled up and sad for him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

💅🏻 He gets a 0/10 for his domestic skills. Unless we’re talking about when he pulls out his cute little housewife aesthetic (purely fashion wise) then it’s a 10/10. Expect girl dinners, no cooking skills. Should Asmo actually be left to cook you can just imagine your meal to consist of half frozen chicken nuggets, an apple and celery. He’d rather order takeout, (and he does). He hates cleaning because it could ruin his nails or get his clothes dirty in doing so. He can’t have that happen. As for the settling down aspect he’s in between about it, Asmo knows he is a gift to the devildom, to the whole world and three realms really. It would be absolutely selfish of him to confine himself to a single partner.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

💅🏻 “It’s not me, it’s you.” Dumps, rinses and repeats. He’s done it enough times to have a practiced routine and infallible script. It was different with you though, he hated it. Hated seeing just how upset you got even when you tried to hide it. He never really knew the extent of his callous words until it was time to use them on you. Before you, he never gave it any thought, it worked so why not do it? Asmo truly never took any of his previous partners seriously and thus never dwelled on the breakups, he’d have his breakup on Friday, a date on Saturday and thus it repeated. With you it was vastly different, it lingered, it hurt and it bothered him. He went home, only did half his usual skin routine before creating a sad girl hours playlist and eating Beels ice cream.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married.)

💅🏻 Asmo would not want to get married very quickly. He loves the idea of the wedding attire plus all the glitz and glamor of it, with that in mind he understands the appeal but as for actual married life not so much. Asmo knows he can’t keep himself to one person, again revisiting the point of depriving the world of himself. He’s got way too much to give in different ways and restricting himself to just one person would be utterly tragic. Asmo doesn’t want misunderstanding to arise, you’ll always be his absolute number 1.5 (1 is him, but you’re special so you’re ranked as 1.5) he tells you that everyone else is like squabbling concubines in comparison and you’re his positive favorite :)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally.)

💅🏻 Very gente physically, he can be rough when he wants to be ;) (time and place sweetheart), emotionally 50/50, he can say some pretty unhinged and occasionally toxic things. Unintentionally or intentionally you never know. Asmo does get a rise from making you jealous and the things he does to achieve the reaction he desires is anything but kind. He’s getting better the more he learns that you don’t like being toyed with especially by his capricious nature. You’ve had your fair share of fights because of his behavior and while he’ll defend and deflect saying he doesn’t get why you’re so upset over nothing (Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.) You try to explain how it makes you feel and slowly he’s starting to understand that you are genuinely invested in him and the relationship and his nonsense won’t be tolerated when he acts like he’s playing with you. On the other hand he’s encouraging and tells you to live your best life and will help you with that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

💅🏻 Loves hugs! The way in which he gives hugs is dependent on his outfit though, if it’s something that will crumple easily then you’ll just have to settle for air hugs. He loves you, he really does, however Asmo doesn’t want to walk around in wrinkled clothes that make it seem that he doesn’t know how to keep his clothes in perfect condition. Most of the time he’d be the one to initiate the hug and it’s the safer option to let him do so. He enjoys very intimate hugs, ones where he can pull you in real close by your waist and sneak a few kisses on your face and neck. Also if he’s had a bad day he likes just being hugged by you, burying his face in your neck while just recharging from the day.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-Word)

💅🏻 Asmo says it almost instantly, for anything he likes and even called you the love of his life before you were together. The difference is the degree to which he actually means it. Asmo throws the words around easily so it’s hard to put the emotional stock into it. You’ll know when he’s saying it seriously and when he honestly means it. The words feel different, not as shallow as they usually are. He’s sincere and the words convey that. You’ve heard the L word, the L bomb whatever you want to call it and over time the sincerity changed and Asmo came to realize the weight of his words.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

💅🏻 Asmo gets jealous and surprisingly not for the reasons you’d think. He’d get jealous overthinking when your attention was fixated elsewhere. He’s not worried about you seeing other people but he wants (demands) your undivided attention when he is there and present. Anything less than 110% of your attention is absolutely illegal in his books and he’ll sulk. He’ll pout and make a few self-deprecating comments about how clearly he isn’t worth your time and he’ll do the most to guilt trip you into feeling bad. Of course he doesn’t mean any of the negative things he’ll say about himself though Asmo knows you’ll respond to those comments and praise him to prove them wrong. Also the false self deprecating comments are better than saying mean things to you directly.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

💅🏻 Sensual and appetitive. He’s got kisses for every mood and occasion, maybe Asmo’s just trying to wow you with his kissing skills. He loves demonstrating how he ties cherry stems with his tongue and will demonstrate by doing it on your tongue rather than a cherry stem. (Brings a whole new meaning to being tongue tied) He likes the little innocent pecks, all the way to the full blown make out sessions that leave you breathless. He knows the gentle sultriness that kissing brings. Your lips, ears, neck, face, shoulders…Everywhere really he likes giving you kisses. They’re wordless instances of his affection for you. You noticed that he never does the cute little butterfly kisses or chaste type with other people. It’s exclusively reserved for you. Asmo loves you kissing his lips directly, his collarbones and shoulders being kissed. He finds lipstick smears really hot too and only you’re allowed to mess up his lipstick.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

💅🏻 He’s apprehensive around kids, they’re messy, loud, grubby and dirty. What was sticky?? What’s this weird stain on his clothes? Did they just rub their snot covered face onto his designer cardigan? Ew, no. Kids are cute from a far distance. He definitely does not want to interact with them himself. He’s not evil enough to want to steal their candy or push them over when no ones looking because that would require touching them and again- ew. He doesn’t know where they’ve been, maybe they have rabies??? Besides, Asmo isn’t a very PG person to be around to begin with. So for their mutual benefit it’s best for Asmo and kids to avoid one another.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

💅🏻 Full course of beauty sleep is the first thing on his routine, then he’s up and at them to do a morning ritual to make sure he looks amazing for the day. He drags you along with his morning routine, you can’t really say you dislike it. Your skin has never felt or looked as great as it did after Asmo’s morning routine.He’s almost always late because of sleeping in and having to condense his extensive routine into what little time there is before classes start. Asmo is a total demon at multitasking, you didn’t think it would be possible to watch someone touch up their nails, have a face mask, eat a croissant and be styling their hair simultaneously. It’s a very trust the process thing. Not to mention how after all that he still needs to do his makeup to make sure he looks perfect.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

💅🏻 Either at home spa treatments, tea and a show OR going out to the latest social scene. Asmo needs to be on top of things to create content for his Devilgram account and having to be at the hottest places and gatherings. Asmo can sometimes make you feel like an accessory at these parties since he’s very intent on socializing with EVERYONE and you sort of end up getting dragged around at his pace. He’s too focused on everything else to be fully attentive to you and the party sometimes gets a bit much so you’ll find a moment to slip out and just catch some fresh air.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all

💅🏻 He’s a pretty open book or so he pretends to be. There are very few things that you could learn about Asmo that you couldn’t learn from his #journal tag on his Devilgram account. He wears his heart on his sleeve or at the very least is the image he presents to the social media world. It’s once again a matter of sincerity and honesty behind those things. Most are just superficial secrets that he doesn’t care if people know them or not. Asmo however, does entrust you with his more vulnerable moments, his deeper secrets and it’s hard for him to actually say what he means sometimes because it will go against the entire image of himself that he’s tried so hard to cultivate.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

💅🏻 Is it drama? Has Asmo himself been slandered? Because he’s willing to throw perfectly manicured hands. You wouldn’t have expected Asmo to have a short fuse, that’s because he doesn’t like being angry, he believes it to be a very ugly emotion in himself. He gets crude. Loud and violent. Definitely not the type of image he wants for himself and this desire is more amplified if there are people present who will witness his ‘ugly’ side. For the most part he can be relatively chilled, willing to look the other way or find alternative ways to fight aka his petty behavior over social media. Call out posts, threads, you name it. You’d hear the most aggressive screen cracking, frantic tapping sounds as Asmo proceeds to type an ESSAY about why the other person is a two faced bitch.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or they kind of or forget everything?)

💅🏻 Asmo remembers the important stuff, at least what he deems is important from his perspective. He can be a sweetheart and surprise you with the things you like if he remembers. He is very good at getting you little things (If he was getting something for himself he’ll remember to give some to you as well) and it’s pleasant. It makes you happy to know that he remembered it , he’ll remember small details like your favourite colours, your favorite outfits and what makes you feel confident or insecure. He’ll know your boba and coffee orders off by heart and your go to songs when you’re down and need a pick me up.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

💅🏻 It may seem an insignificant thing to most but not to Asmo it’s probably the highlight for him. (Even though it’s a very common occurrence now) One of his fondest memories is the very first time he wore a couples outfit with you. Went out and had a date being all cute and a matching pair. He saw it, he loved it and just had to wear it with you; his favorite person. Following up with the uppercut about how adorable you look and that he loves you just sooooo much he could eat you up. Asmo said it a lot in passing but for real this time, this is when he actually meant it that he love loves you. Not a little tee hee ho ho kind of way. He is full L word, he’s hopelessly in lesbians with you. (Sorry not sorry for the Scott Pilgrim ref)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

💅🏻 Asmo wants to know that you have his back and are in his corner. The social worlds are unforgiving and even ruthless at times. Always someone trying to start something, to start a rumour or spread around a stupid story. Asmo just wants the security in knowing that if you’d heard such a thing in passing you’d lay down the facts and dispel the rumour even if he wasn’t around to witness you doing so. He loves being protected IRL, anything that makes him feel like the pretty princess he is will get you a 5 star rating. Asmo protects you by defending from petty malice but he’s also willing to throw hands if someone is hassling you. Giving his aversions to physical violence you’d never have expected that from him but alas~

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

💅🏻 His efforts always and will always be Devilgram worthy. He wants to see every other demon turning green with envy at his anniversary posts, or the cute little relationship goal posts. He wants it to be the hottest topic of the day and so he will put in a lot of effort for dates, anniversaries, gifts and the whole shebang. It’s just a little unfortunate that you always hear about these plans from social media before you even hear it from Asmo so the surprises aren’t exactly surprises. All the anniversary surprises don’t scream surprise when you saw his story outlining how he bought, booked and planned the entire thing. Basically vlogging the entire experience.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

💅🏻 It’s a rather nasty habit that Asmo has been working on to get rid of but it’s still a trying experience. Occasionally he will dismiss your problems and excitement for his own, if you have good news to be shared pray that he doesn’t either. Because your good news will always be second to his. If you have problems it comes second best to his, he’ll even go on a tangent about why his problems are worse than yours and can say some very hurtful things like “What worries could you possibly have that’s worse than mine?” You’ve had whole arguments over how it feels like he invalidates your worries and concerns or they’re not as important as his. Asmo will apologize and explain but it usually happens again.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

💅🏻 Do you even need to ask? Asmo spends most of his waking time looking in a mirror and fixated on making sure he’s perfect. His photo roll is filled with thousands of pictures of him and he fixated on himself down to the last detail. Not a hair out of place, no smudged makeup, not a single wrinkle on his uniform. He takes pride in himself and his appearance, that you can appreciate. It’s a known fact that his vain tendencies can get in the way of other things, for example getting ready for dates means waiting around until Asmo is finally ready and then he’ll pull you in for twenty selfies before you’re actually able to leave for your date.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

💅🏻 Asmo is Asmo and while your presence is one that he loves and appreciates, chances are however, he wouldn’t miss you THAT much. He would but you know the saying, out of sight out of mind. He’d tell you that he thought about you a lot that day, and it’s true you probably took up some real estate in Asmo’s mind. Which quickly were pushed back by the slew of other things he did to distract himself. If someone was able to overcompensate and give him the attention he lacked, he could live without you. (The denial is strong in this one) Asmo would be upset no doubt but the reality is doable. He’d just find more people to fawn and fuss over him, more people to compliment him. It would be a big hole to fill but Asmo could make it work.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

💅🏻 Despite coming across as shallow and superficial. Asmo does provide keen thought to everything he does, not often for the right reasons but he has more depth to himself. That he hides from everyone, it’s a way of protecting himself. He’d ignore those thoughts when it doesn’t suit his mood and it’s known that he can be capricious. Asmo knows for a fact that he’s unreliable for the little things but for the things that matter he’d be an absolute rock and solid person for you. He’d pull through every time and support you when you need it the most. He’s a master at prioritizing who gets to hold a place in his heart properly.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

💅🏻 Obvious is a lack of self care in one’s self. He doesn’t like that in people, he’s so insistent about it that you’d think he’s allergic or something. Asmo hates anyone who approaches him solely to use him whether for his popularity, connections or himself. It’s happened a multitude of times previously, each time it forces Asmo to grow more distrusting of new ‘friends’ and can very well be the reason why more of his relationships grew as superficial as they did without him ever really letting someone in or investing himself in the relationship.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

💅🏻 Asmo sleeps like the dead and he doesn’t move around much at all just in case there is unnecessary friction which can cause problems for his hair and skin. His hair isn’t as much of a worry since he got himself a customized bonnet to keep his luscious locks altogether. He has the habit of tapping the bed to feel around for you in case he forgets that he didn’t fall asleep with you the night before. He also believes in a glass of water before bed and makes sure he gets his full course of beauty sleep so he’s fresh not only in appearance but in feeling as well!

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vivalaluciforever · 2 years

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Everybody x Reader - Forbidden Love

(Y/N) pov:

"(Y/N)!! WAKE UP!"

"HOLD ON!"

"SOMEONE GET THE D*MN DOCTOR!"

"SOLOMON DO SOMETHING!"

Shouting. It's all I hear. It's loud. Disruptive. I wish it would stop. I want nothing more than to sleep. I feel so tired. I no longer feel the pain in my throat. The ache in my chest has reached its climax, a symphony ready to take me away. I guess it's ironic. All of this is. The blood in my mouth leaves a sharp and icky taste, but it doesn't bother me anymore. For amidst the chaos, the yelling, and the blur of people running, I close my eyes and breathe no more.

A month prior...

"(Y/N)! We're ready to go to supper!" yells Mammon, outside my door as I finish putting my earring in.

Walking over to the door, I swing it open. "Ready!"

"(Y/N)... you look gorgeous..." whispers Mammon, gently smiling at me in awe.

My dress is a blue cling that splits partway down my thigh. The neckline is a v-neck that reveals a little bit of my chest. My heels are a warm gold, along with my sapphire gold-lined jewelry. I made the choice to pull my hair into an elegant updo, and my eyeshadow blue. Lastly, I have a little golden clutch for the night. I feel like a gorgeous queen.

"Thank you, Mammon! Let's go before Lucifer kills us!" I exclaim as we make our way to the entry hall, Mammon's arm out like a gentleman, and mine looped through his.

Reaching the stairs, we start to descend down the right side. Even though I am focused on not tripping, I can still make out the faces of the men as we walk down. Love. I feel so loved and cared for at this moment, like nothing in the world could hurt me because my family will always be here to protect me.

We reach the bottom of the stairs and Lucifer steps forward with his hand outstretched. "You look stunning. Shall we leave for supper now?"

"We shall," I say, as a smile graces my lips.

Looking back on this moment, supper was fine and dandy. We laughed, had fun, and of course, a little reprimanding in between. Desert was gorgeous and overall it was a meal I could never afford before the Devildom. However, it was after supper when I went to the restroom that it happened.

"Please excuse me for a moment. I'm going to run to the Ladies' room." I say as I excuse myself from the table.

Walking through the restaurant, I take in the beautiful lights and the surrounding. So much so that I don't even realize that there is a man in front of me. In my moment of clumsiness, my breath gets stolen from me. His aquamarine eyes shine bright like sunlight through a clear pond. The chocolate brown tresses grace the top of his head, some frame his face in loose curls while the rest are pulled into a handsome man bun. A well-maintained and trimmed beard covers his face and looks oh so nice on his tan skin. His clothes are surprisingly relaxed, with a nice jacket, a white t-shirt, and a pair of nice jeans.

In that split moment, his eyes meet mine fully. "I'm so sorry miss. Please forgive my lack of attention."

"No..." I barely whisper out. Say something (Y/N)! "It's perfectly fine, I wasn't paying attention either."

His chuckle, low and smooth fills something in me. Something I didn't even know was empty. "Well, I better get going."

"I- I'm sure you do indeed have somewhere to be! Safe journey!" d*mn it (Y/N), you didn't even get his cell.

I used the restroom and rejoined the group, and at that moment they were none the wiser, but I felt empty. That one pivotal moment changed my entire life. I yearned for him, pined for him, and loved him senselessly and unconditionally. Could I explain why? No, that's beyond even my knowledge. Until it began to happen.

"Hey, Asm-" Before I can finish my sentence, I start hacking and coughing violently. My chest aches so badly, and I wish he was here with me. The Chocolate tress man.

While I'm bent over hacking, Asmo rushes to grab me a glass of water and I greedily chug it down the minute I have it in my hand. "(Y/N), are you sick?! You've been coughing so violently for the past week my dear. Ever since we went to the restaurant it's just grown worse and worse. Did they give you food poisoning!? I'll go get Lucifer!"

"Asmo, I'm fine. I just think I'm catching the cold or something. There's no need to bug Lucifer right now, I'm just going to go lay down and rest for a while." I whisper hoarsely through my scratchy throat.

Standing up, Asmo follows behind me like a faithful little puppy. "I'm coming with you to make sure you get comfortable."

What I don't tell him is I don't want him. I want Chocolate tress man. "No, no. It's okay. Get back to doing your things, I'm sure you want to repaint your nails. It's not like I can't walk."

It took me quite some time to turn down Asmo, but I felt like being alone. I had begun to distance myself because I knew that they were all too close to me. I knew that they loved me, a love that I wasn't able to return. That was the first time. Laying alone in my bed, hacking, that the petals came. They were luminescent with a reddish-purple, turquoise blue, and gold. They were definitely from a Devildom flower. That night I just hacked petals. My throat ached and ached, and my lungs felt like they were going to burst. He probably doesn't even remember me were my thoughts as I coughed up those beautiful and painful petals. That was when I began my search for this disease and its cure.

Combing through the library, a voice suddenly startles me. "May I help you find whatever you're looking for?"

"Satan! You scared me to my wit's ends! No that's quite alright, I'm browsing aimlessly and the medical books caught my attention. I don't know why myself, but here we are." I state laughing and lying straight to his face. However, I can see in his eyes he believes me. Love and blind trust are deadly weapons and can be used to harm others or keep others ignorant of the situation. In this case, it harms me but keeps him blissfully ignorant.

"Ah well," he starts, his warm gaze looking at me. The warmth reserved only for me. "I am going to read and drink some tea, would you like to join me?"

At this moment, I find the book that I believe holds the answers I need. "I'm sorry Satan, truly I am, but I was going to read this alone in the music room and soak it all in. I hope you understand?"

"Of course," he chuckles. "If anyone does it would be me. Go enjoy your book and your own mind, I'll see you at supper."

I did just that too. I went to the music room, and I delved deep into that ancient book. I wanted to unveil all of its secrets, mysteries, and clues. I never expected to find what I found in that dreadful moment.

"Hmm..." I mutter out loud to myself in the solace of the music room as I skim the index. "What is Hanahaki Disease?"

I flip to the pages to find a beautifully drawn flower. "Hanahaki is an ancient disease. To the humans, it is seen as a myth, but to the people of the Devildom, it is deadly. When unrequited love blooms inside of a person, much like that of a bud in bloom, a chance to fall victim to this disease is born. It starts with bursts of coughing and fits of hacking. This is the first stepping stone to the disease rooting itself into its victim."

"The next noticeable symptom is petals. No longer will the lover be solely coughing, but they will also start to hack up petals. The petals are the favorite flower of their unrequited love. This is the next vital stepping stone in the Hanahaki disease."

Placing my fingers between the pages, I carefully close the book. Do I really want to know my demise? It seems quite obvious with how the author writes about this disease that it cannot be good in any manner, but it blooms from love. If it comes from something so pure, then there has to be a cure. I have to keep reading!

"Next the stems of the flower start to grow through the lungs and windpipe of the victim. This is the third escalation of the disease. This step comes with petals coated in blood and blood on its own being coughed up. The jump from step two to three is one of the most deleterious in the Hanahaki disease's cycle."

Coughs up... bloody petals? That sounds terrible and painful. Who would want the plant to grow through the lungs and windpipe?! It's basically strangling its victim but from the inside!

"The final step of the disease is to claim the life of its victim. Once the plant has fully bloomed through the inside of the being, it kills them entirely. This parasitic disease leaves no chance of survival for the victim, and only one cure is known throughout all of history for this deadly disease."

So there is a cure! I have to finish no matter what! There's a cure!

"Hanahaki disease can only be cured with the victim's love being returned by the admired one. The admired person must love the victim as romantic and pure love. Any other form of love is useless in the fight against the Hanahaki disease. If the admired one doesn't return their admirer's love, then the victim will die. This is the only known cure to this disease."

Only if the admired one returns the victim's love? I have to find a man I briefly ran into, get him to love me or hope he remembers me, and then have him promise his 'pure and romantic' love to me? I don't even know his name! What am I going to do? The only cure is him...

That was the day... the day I gave up. My heart sank and the pain intensified because I knew I would never find him. I would never get that return of affection or love. Besides, I thought, he probably doesn't even remember me. That was the cards I was dealt, and I knew that.

My days went quickly from there. My time was occupied by schoolwork, the brothers, the royals, and the members of Purgatory Hall, but that didn't matter. I was spending all of my time running to the bathroom, and hiding one major fact... that I was dying. No one knew, and I didn't give them the chance to guess. I retreated into my room more and more. I stopped attending events like movie night and family supper.

In hindsight, I know that these actions only worried everybody all the more. Did I care at the moment? No. I couldn't stand the thought of them having to watch me suffer through that and be able to do nothing about it. After all, they were all very fix-it people when it came to these situations. This is probably what led to that one fateful night.

Knock knock. "(Y/N)?" calls Lucifer, oddly gentle through the door.

"Yes?" I manage to cough out between the petals in my mouth.

I can almost imagine him on the other side of the door, unsure of where to put his hands. "May I, uh, come in dear?"

"Now's not really a," I stop and mask my cough by 'dropping' the laundry I was holding. "a good time. I kind of have my hands full!"

It all hurts so badly! My chest, my throat, it hurts. I want this pain to disappear. I wish I was already dead! "(Y/N), Lord Diavolo sent over a personal handwritten invitation for you to the ball tonight... we'd all be overjoyed if you came."

"I don't think I'll feel up to it tonight, sorry Lucifer," I call, and then quickly spit the bloody petals invading my mouth into the trash can.

Suddenly a shadow peaks under the doorway. Someone is sitting against my door. "(Y/N)... what can I do? How can I help you? Whatever's going on, surely we could fix it. Please (Y/N), please let me help you. I can't lose you."

"Oh Luci," I sigh out. "This isn't something you can fix, no matter how much I wish you could. If it'll make you feel that much more relieved... I will try to attempt tonight. However, I can't promise I won't find a quiet room somewhere in the castle."

"That makes me so glad to hear you say you'll try. I actually bought you a dress... it's out here with me right now. I'll let you grab it once I'm gone. I designed it just for you, no Asmo involved. I hope you like it." He whispers through the door, a whisp of happiness lacing his voice.

Oh, my dear firstborn... my time is next to up. I fear my clock could hit midnight tonight, but for your blissful ignorance and the others', I shall attend. "Thank you, Lucifer. I'll be out in roughly an hour."

I watch as his shadow peels away and listen as his steps fade down the hall before I open the door. The dress is off-shoulder with side shoulder straps like the iconic Belle dress, emerald green, green jewels scatter the top of the dress, and its skirt poofs out to grace me with a princess gown. The neckline has a little v showing a little bit of my chest, but other than that it's an overall gorgeous dress. Kittens heels of black grace my feet and emerald accessories lined with gold decorate my ears, neck, wrists, fingers, and my updo. It's a stunning dress, that shows off all of my curves, assets, and pact marks.

I made my way out the door and to the front hall. Much like that evening, the men gawked, complimented me, and treated me like a queen, but this time was different. I was being treated like glass. Beautiful, thin, easily breakable, as if one slip up would crack me and destroy me. They weren't quite wrong, to be honest.

The party was gorgeous, like something out of a fairytale. It was everything I had dreamed of as a kid, and admittedly a little bit as an adult, but that dream was short-lived. An hour into the party, I snuck away. Away from the sparkling lights, the sweet music, and the scrumptious food. Away from my family.

I found a little room. Quaint, quiet, and away from the party, so naturally it was perfect. I barely made it to the room when the petals and blood started to come, but I knew they would. I knew that that night would be my last, so I soaked it up. Danced with everybody there I loved, all of my family blissfully ignorant to my suffering. They wouldn't understand. How could they? Except for this time, the blood and petals didn't stop. The pain didn't abide. It kept coming. Waves and waves of agony pierced my body until I crumpled against the wall, and my eyes started to blur.

Before long, the door slammed open and loudness returned to my senses... but it was dull, distant, as if I was in a dream, far far away. I could only hear little snippets throughout the mess of noise and downright confusion.

"(Y/N)!! WAKE UP!"

"HOLD ON!"

"SOMEONE GET THE D*MN DOCTOR!"

"SOLOMON DO SOMETHING!"

And at that last moment, I heard one voice. One voice I knew in my very soul, but it was too late. "Mystery girl! Please hold on! Please! LET ME THROUGH! I LOVE YOU... I... PLEASE... DON'T... DON'T... LEAVE!"

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