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leifkncries · 2 years

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fun fact: author died while trying to write marco instead of mammon. some jokes in this chapter about it!

human mammon au 2

"You will be shown around by me." Lucifer announced. Immediately, He was hit by the jealous brothers. "What?! No, He'll be shown around by the best person here!" Asmodeus huffed. "Stupid old hag." Satan muttered under his breath. The twins simply looked hurt.

"What about Leviathan?" Diavolo asked with wide eyes. "But Lord Diavolo-" Lucifer began, but Diavolo raised a brow. "You cannot defy me, Lucifer." Diavolo refuted. Lucifer bitterly looked down, furrowing his brows. "You will be guided by Leviathan, Avatar of Envy and the third brother." Diavolo smiled.

"Lucifer, give him your D.D.D." Diavolo commanded. Lucifer frowned, handing Marco a phone. "A pho'?" Marco scrunched his nose. "It's called a D.D.D." Lucifer corrected, holding one finger up. Marco nodded, understanding. "Here, this is the ON button." Lucifer showed him the mechanics.

Upon opening the phone, He saw a SIRI-Like AI talk to him. It's concerning, He could hear the voice in his mind. "I AM KARASU! WELCOME, USER MAMMON!" Karasu echoed through his head. Marco squinted his eyes, dumbfounded. "I SEE YOU ARE USING YOUR BROTHER'S PHONE YET AGAIN." Karasu robotically spoke.

'Brother? Mammon? Huhh.. Another brother othe' than Leviathan or whoe'er that dude is. Beel- BEELZLEBUB! called me Mammon. They're serio'usly mistaking m' for their brother..' Marco thought in his mind, deadpanning. He scrolled to the contacts. 'Thinking 'bout this Mams dude, why're they even mistaking me for him.' He thought.

Pressing on Leviathan's avatar, He put the phone to his ear. Immediately, The call was accepted. "Sheesh! I told you, Lucifer! I didn't want to go to the stupid student council meeting! I don't care about Humans!" Leviathan screamed through the call. "Um.. I ain't Luci." Marco mistakenly called Lucifer what He used to call him way before. Lucifer's eyes widened, gaping.

The line was silent for a while. "....Mammon?" Leviathan's voice became softer, more earnest. "I ain't Mammon. I'm Marco." Marco huffed. After learning they think of him as their brother, it made him bitter. He doesn't want to pretend to be a random dude, even worse when it's their brother.

"....I'm coming." Leviathan muttered, and Marco heard footsteps over the call. "Don't hang up the call.. Please.." Leviathan begged. Marco blinked. Were these demons really that desperate for a random demon brother? Jeez. "Like I told ya, I ain't Mammon." He scoffed. Leviathan did not respond.

In about 2 minutes, Leviathan was there. "Explain, Lucifer." His words were coated with seriousness, which was weird for his chara- Wait, How do I even know his character? What the hell is happening? Was I transmigrated or something? Oh my Diavolo.. wait, when did I ever joke like that?

"I.. I don't know myself." Lucifer admitted, dumbfounded. "Ha, The old hag admits it." Satan snickered, though confused himself. "Hehe.." Belphegor giggled. Lucifer glared at them, a purple aura surrounding the black haired demon. "You don't scare us." Belphegor replied to the hateful stare.

Diavolo sat comfortably in his seat, already knowing due to Barbatos. "Leviathan, you are tasked to show Marco around the House of Lamentation." Diavolo piped up. "Thank you." Leviathan muttered. He grabbed Mam- Oh, I mean Marco's hand and ran out of the room.

"Oh come on! Why Leviathan! This isn't fair.." Asmodeus pouted. "Lord Diavolo, Why have you chose.. him?" Lucifer smiled bitterly. "Oh come on, 'Chill out' or whatever those humans say!" Diavolo heaved a sigh, a sad smile on his face. "After all, He isn't Mammon, right?" Diavolo grinned a toothy grin.

Belphegor held an 'are you serious?' look on his face. After all, He already knew it was Mammon. He was sure of it. He knows it. The bluenette grumbled. Beelzlebub, who trusted his twin, looked hurt. He narrowed his eyes and sat down. Asmodeus furrowed his brows, and huffed. "I know He isn't... but.. still.." He sniffed.

MEANWHILE, WITH LEVI AND 'MAMMON'

Leviathan ran, not bothering to look at the human. Marco ran with him. 'Woah, never knew I was fast, honestly.' Marco widened his eyes. People told him He was fast, but when it was comparable to a demon? Marco easily ran beside him, making Leviathan narrow his eyes.

'There's no way Transmigration really exists. After all, it's just some otaku fantasy.. right? No human can outrun a demon! Much less, A powerful demon like me! Ugh.. Then again, Lucifer said Mammon's soul took the body of a random shut in.' Leviathan pouted. "I just realised I haven't gotten mah own pho' and g've Lucifer his phone back." Marco blinked.

Leviathan stopped, covering his mouth. Oi! It ain't that funny!" Marco snarled, furrowing his brows. "LOL." Levi snickered. Marco froze. "Wait, y'all know slang?" Marco tilted his head, confused about this 'new' found world. "Uh, yeah, duh!" Leviathan huffed, pissed at the fact they thought demons were uncultured. Well, they were, but not all of 'em!

It was... sort of weird.

This was a demon, correct? What was a stupid, lowly human doing speaking casually to him? The avatar of envy?

Oh Diavolo, this won't be easy.

Again, When the hell did I start sayin' that shit?

Whatever, we started walkin' again.

"Oh, by the way.. 'Marco'.." Leviathan pursed his lips in thought. "Yo?" Marco raised an eyebrow. "You .. got any grimm?" Leviathan sweatdropped. 'He doesn't have grimm.. But it still irritates me that He didn't pay me back my money.' Leviathan 'grimly' thought. Haha, get it? Uh.... Yeah.

Marco deadpanned, stopping right in his tracks. "What tha hell's grimm." Marco spat, squinting his eyes. Leviathan's lips formed a straight line. "It's.. demon money." Leviathan sighed. "Y-Ya think I have some random demon currency?!" Marco groaned. "I ain't Saiki Kusuo, ya know?" Marco huffed.

"Wait, you know Saiki?" Leviathan had sparkles in his eyes, awed at such a thing. "You know Saiki?" Marco returned the question, agitated but still curious about this random dude. Leviathan huffed. "Of course I know Saiki! I'm practically an Otaku and I even know it!" Levi shouted, like it was obvious.

"But I'm so happy to know you know anime! You know, Mammon knew it but never.. Oh, right. You don't know him." Leviathan narrowed his eyes, tilting his eyebrows. 'How do I tell 'em I know this Mammon dude or basic'lly what He was to 'em..' Mammon mentally sighed in his head.

"Well... anyway. I asked for some money because I want to buy the BluRay for She-Ra and her reluctant butler!" (i forgor the name and i don't wanna search for it.) Leviathan grinned, excitement overpowering the thought of his transmigrated brother. "Why're ya askin' me though? Can't ya just.. ask your brothers?" Marco grumbled.

Leviathan looked down, a troubled expression on his face. 'I.. I thought I was talking to my brother.. Jeez, Leviathan, you stupid otaku!' He insulted himself, clamping his eyes shut. "Whatever!" He huffed, storming off to the house. "Oi! Wait for me, Levi!" Leviathan froze at that. 'The old nickname he gave.' He gulped, trying to hide the smile on his face.

"This is the House of Lamentation, where us, The Brothers live. Also one of the dorms here at RAD for the student council." Leviathan said as He finally led them there. "Oh." Marco's eyes widened, gaping. A wave of nostalgia filled him, which was.. weird. Were they in the backrooms? No way. But then.. Ugh. "It's.. cool?" Marco raised an eyebrow, not really knowing what to say.

"Dia- Lord! Lord Diavolo doesn't live with us because He's the Demon Prince." Leviathan explained, nearly disrespecting Diavolo in the process. "O'kay." Marco hummed, seemingly not surprised at this. Leviathan raised an eyebrow, while shaking his head. 'STOP THINKING ABOUT NONSENSE!' Leviathan cried in his head.

"What's with your pocket, by the way? I keep hearing jingles, lmao." Leviathan questioned. "Eh? I dun-" Marco reached into his pocket, and brought out some grimm and a new phone different from Lucifer's. "-no."Leviathan and Marco were dumbfounded. "Ehm.. Here's sum' grimm." Marco sweat dropped as He put some of the coins on Leviathan's palm.

'I think my reflexes accidentally put my palm out..' Leviathan also sweat dropped. "So.." It was an awkward pause, before Mam- FUCK! I mean Marco! Marco noticed a bulletin board nearby. Walking towards it, He saw the job listings. "Oh, Akuzon and Majolish..." Marco hummed, staring at the paper.

'Those were... Those were Mammon's favourite places to work at..' Leviathan frowned. "You.. uh.. know how to cook?" Leviathan awkwardly asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Pretty mediocre though, if I'm honest." Marco hummed. 'Mammon was the worst at cooking and He knew it. Maybe they aren't the same? Pfff, Of course they aren't.' Leviathan thought in his mind, but the thought made him sour.

"Hm. Oh, ay! Majolish? Modelling company? I modelled in the human realm!" Marco chirped. But then, He paused to think. 'Why the hell did'ah (did i) say it like that, Could've said home!' Marco mused. 'But.. I feel like this is home.. Ugh.. What are you thinkin'! Are ya seriously pickin' the peeps who kidnapped you and forgot who consent was over your boring, bland, stupid an' idiotic life?' Marco basically insulted half of them.

"Oh, by the way, Mams." Leviathan paused like the author after seeing herself write Mammon instead of Marco, covering his mouth with a faint blush on his cheeks, embarrassed. (reminder this is all platonic unless u want side characters minus luke to be in love with him L) Marco couldn't be bothered with that. "Wassup?" Marco hummed.

"You're free, right?" Leviathan asked, biting his cheek. "...Duh, Unless ya want me to go find me room by myself." Marco sarcastically said. "Oh right.. Your room's coming later. I need- well... not really. I just.. wanna.. wanna talk to you after so long- I MEAN! I want to talk to you about anime! I guess!" Leviathan huffed.

"Uh, sure." Marco hummed. Leviathan blinked. "That's it? You know I'm a demon stranger, right?" Leviathan raised an eyebrow. "Yep." Marco replied, popping the P. It was silent for a while. "I guess you're still an idiotic moron with no morals. But whatever, Let's go!" Leviathan insulted. "Wait, What did'ya say-" Marco yelped, his hand getting grabbed by Leviathan's.

(uGH THIS SHIT WAS A PAIN TO WRITE. GODDAMNITTT...)

(aug 18's my bday, so i took ALL [well not all, like 4/24th of it] of my day to write this so hope you like it!!)

(again im really slow and bad at writing, so this was a hassle! please tell me about any grammar mistakes! ty :D)

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onestubbornlass · 1 year

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A redraw of a squad meme but make it Obey Me themed. (I drew a neutral and one with my player Kaelan)

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me Beel #obey me belphie #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me sheep mc #digital art #commissions open #this was just a quick draw #I wanted to color it like how a little kid does #idk it looks awful #but it was hella fun #also lucifer and Satan supremacy

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h3sp3ria · 10 months

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Lilith's preferences ranked

her uncles and aunts

(Luke isn't on here, cause he's like her brother not uncle)

Levi

Jessica

Adam

Lucifer

Beel

Satan

Simeon

Asmo

Solomon

Belphie

her parents

Raven

Mammon

Foods

Barbatos' cookies(needs no explanation)

Solomon's tea (needs an explanation but doesn't have one)

Levi's Bento(she loves anything he makes)

masterlist

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honkkat · 2 years

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𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎! 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ༊*·˚

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

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Dateables Masterlist

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Undatables Masterlist

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sketchypique · 5 months

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Bed head Belphie supremacy 🛐

#guilty challenge #obey me fanart #obey me art #obey me nightbringer #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #he so babygirl

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bumblingblog-1 · 2 years

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Belphie’s song made my heart melt 🥰🥰🥰

#babblings #belphie supremacy

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beelsbignaturals · 10 months

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🦂DEMON FORMS: ASMODEUS 💄

AN: Unfortunately, the concept of hypnosis is a major theme for my OCD so I can't really write him as creepy as I want to. Alas, I tried. Fucked up Asmo supremacy. also I was tryna keep this sfw in terms of *spicy* content bc thats for a different post hehehe. As always, feel free to check out my obey me world building tag for more demon headcanons and since con is over I can work on requests!

Inspiration for this part: literally everyone who has ever drawn Asmo with a scorpion tail like he DESERVES also @noecoded bc they have the BEST Asmo art ever. Also @princessasmosprincess has been such a major help in writing this! ily Michi 😘 thank u for letting me pick ur brain bby

TWs: Bugs (scorpions), mind manipulation, alcohol (part 4), vauge reference to nsfw stuff (part 3), demons being demons, body horror? Maybe?

● Level 1.5. you know, in the Percy Jackson books, how Aphrodite appears as whatever you think is most beautiful? Asmo is kinda like that. Not fully, but if you are more attracted to say, dark hair, he will have darker hair. (Cute note: if you fall in love with him for realsies, this stops happening, and you just see. Him.) Like Belphie, he is alot more… mental with how he freaks people out. Even without hypnotism, if he asks you to do something, you feel like you want to agree. Only Asmo can make you think taking out the garbage when it's his turn is YOUR idea. He glows under blacklights because… scorpion. His teeth look normal from a distance, but up close, you can see how sharp they are. His eyes shift through every possible color, changing each time he blinks. His pupils are heart shaped. He gets cold really easily and will make it everyone's problem.

"MC! I'm going to freeze to death, please, save me!" The overly dramatic Avatar of Lust drapes himself across your lap, intent of using you as a personal space heater. Nights in the Devildom just get so cold! His poor, beautiful heart can't handle the subzero temperatures! And of course the last argument between Levi and Mammon managed to complete destroy the heating system. So it's your solemn duty as Asmo's favorite human (don't tell Solomon) to keep him warm!

● Level 2. His nails get longer and sharper, and even when talking, it sounds like he's singing. If he actually starts singing, you will find yourself dancing or lulled into a false sense of security depending on the song. He actually caused the dancing plague this way! He is capable of using his carapace as a sort of natural corset, controlling each segment to give himself the desired silhouette. Somehow, Asmo is wonderful at knowing exactly what you desire. Not just in a sexual way, he can figure out your ambitions after one conversation. If he decides to talk to you, everything else will kind of...fade away. How can you focus on anything when his eyes fade from pink to purple to blue... What were you talking about again?

Asmo thought the house was empty, that it was safe for him to sing without consequence. Unfortunately, you came home early, which led to the awkward incident where you began dancing the moment you walked inside. At first, you thought you were hit by some curse, screaming in surprise as your body moves on its own. Hearing your shrieks, Asmo rushes downstairs, fussing over you. Luckily, you weren't under his spell long, so when he stopped singing, you stopped dancing. He was very apologetic after that.

● Level 3. He grows several extra limbs on his sides. They are small little insect legs that are basically useless. He likes to annoy his brothers by tickling them with his weird lil bug arms. But otherwise, Asmo is EXTREMELY self conscious about them because bugs aren't stereotypically cute. He can keep his wings bc they are cute. BUT HE ALSO HAS A SCORPION TAIL. The stinger is heart-shaped. It's adorable. It also has venom capable of making you so horny you die! Which is... slightly less adorable.

It was quite the sight, seeing Asmo, shirtless with several small arachnid limbs, covered in a hard exoskeleton as he chases Satan around the house, claiming he needs to be less grumpy. Satan threw a pillow at his brother, causing you to laugh. Bad move. Now Asmo has locked his eyes on his next target. You.

● Level 4. You know how so many Greek monsters are giant creatures with the face of a beautiful woman? That's Asmo. He has the body of a scorpion-if a scorpion was the size of a horse - and face so gorgeous, you might cry or go blind. He sings so sweetly to lure in prey. Basically, he's a siren-scorpion monster from hell! He usually won't take this form because, honestly, he thinks it's ugly. So for the most part you are only going to see a scorpion with Asmo's face scuttling around if he is feeling particularly emotional. Like when he gets a little bit too tipsy and his insecurities plague his mind.

It was rare Asmo would get properly drunk. At least the type of drunk where he is miserable. Usually it's a very... drunk girl in the club bathroom who just LOOOVES your shoes and wants to know who did your eyelash extensions 🥺 sort of energy. So hearing straight up wailing from his room after a long night at the Fall was...unexpected. What was even more surprising, was what you found when you opened his door to try and comfort the demon. A large scorpion with the head of the Avatar of Lust, standing in front of a broken mirror with mascara streaming down his face. You only hesitate a moment before making your presence known. Asmo starts to cry more, sobbing about how terrible he feels having you see him like this. In the form that he considers the definition of ugly. You are quick to reassure him, naming each thing you find beautiful about his more demonic looking self. Like the way his armored body catches the light, reflecting rainbows across each segment. Or how his stinger is heart shaped. Or the fact that even without proper hands, his hair and makeup is still flawless. Aside from minor damage due to his tears. Soon enough, you have a giant scorpion sleeping on your lap like an overgrown cat. You decide not to mention it in the morning.

#om! shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me worldbuilding #obey me x reader #shrimp writes #asmodeus x you #om asmodeus x reader #obey me mc

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imcalledwicked · 3 months

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Lack of art motivation = Beeper sketch

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanart #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #om! belphegor #i will call this man anything but his name lol #pierced belphie supremacy

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 9 months

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For You, I'd Paint the World Red

Prompt: They hadn't meant to do it. They really hadn't meant to lose control of their magic. But they couldn't help it. And maybe, just maybe... they were glad they did it. Or the one where MC destroys an entire coven of witches and adopts a kid on the way.

Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

TW: Arson, implied child abuse, please let me know if there is anything else I should add.

AN: Is it just me, or does anyone else get frighteningly vivid dreams that they turn into fanfics so they can share this weird cocktail of feelings and emotions with everyone who's interested? This is very self-indulgent, btw. I just want MC to be allowed to go crazy sometimes. Feral even. We believe in murderous MC supremacy in this house.

Elliot Crowe belongs to my absolute darling of a friend @doodlboy <3 thank you for letting me use your mc in this little thing. This will also be a series of sorts, so please look forward to that ^^

"This is the last one MC."

(e/c) eyes looked up at the sorcerer. Elliot smiled, earning a sigh of relief in return from Solomon's prized apprentice. A very tired, ready-to-fall-asleep-standing apprentice.

"I'm glad," they yawned, stretching their arms over their head as they followed him to the transportation array. "I swear, once I'm done, I'm heading to back home and sleeping for the next three weeks."

"You've certainly earned it," the man hummed, offering his hand, like the gentleman he was. The two stepped onto the array, Elliot activating it with a simple incantation.

A few seconds later, the pair found themselves in front of the last coven's mansion. The massive structure was creeping into the nearby forest, where the younger of the two could make out glowing spectres darting through the trees.

"Tastefully decorated," Elliot remarked, drawing their attention back to the imposing building in front of them. It looked like a normal mansion, from what they could see; nothing particularly stood out a first glance. But there was a slight feeling of difference, something only those sensitive to magic would notice. They had been getting this feeling at nearly every coven they visited.

MC was glad that these visits to the supernatural were once every twenty years. The aim of these 'inspections' was to make sure that the other supernatural members of the world upheld their end of the various treaties and contracts signed by them with the Sorcerer's Society.

MC had met Elliot a few times before through Solomon. Elliot Crowe was the apprentice of one of Solomon's old friends, and almost like a son to the white-haired man. This meant that the sorcerer often checked up on him, resulting in the two young humans bonding over the woes of apprenticeship and making fun of Solomon's age, much to his chagrin.

This friendship was what lead to the two pairing up when the audits were announced. Elliot and MC were chosen to inspect the covens of witches who practised magic under the Sorcerers Society's careful supervision, both major and minor.

All those they had visited up till now were incredibly interested in helping humans at best, and wanting absolutely nothing to do with anyone outside their coven at worst. Either way, it was a somewhat ideal first time doing this for them, even if it was a bit tedious.

They weren't kidding about sleeping for 3 weeks. Belphies pact mark was glowing faintly, almost as if recognizing their wish to indulge in his sin.

Elliot cleared his throat. His eyes locked onto theirs, an uncharacteristic seriousness in them that startled MC enough to chase away their fatigue momentarily. A shiver went up their spine as they felt him put up a magical charm to avoid any eavesdroppers from hearing his next words.

"The coven we're inspecting now," he began, his tone low and firm, "is the one the Society is most wary of, MC. The witches here are known to have made and to look for ways to make, pacts with a large number of demons."

"While most of their pacts are lesser demons, they have a contract with someone rather important in the Devildom. Someone you know quite well."

They didn't have to ask whom. In all the their years of staying at the Devildom, they knew only one notable demon who had a pact- wait, contract?

Elliot seemed to have sensed their confusion as he clarified, "Despite what many think, Mammon didn't actually make a pact with the witches. He signed a contract, presumably one that acts almost like a pact and has nearly the same pull. For what, nobody knows."

They did. They knew exactly why Mammon signed such a disadvantageous contract. But it wasn't their place to spill his secrets. Instead they asked, "Does the Society know what are the conditions of the contract?"

"No," Elliot frowned, his displeasure on not knowing more showing clearly on his face. "No, they don't. The covens are entitled to privacy and secrecy when it comes to things like contracts with demons as long as they're not wreaking havoc on humans. As long as no humans are hurt, the Society mostly lets them be." His voice drops down to a whisper, even though there is no chance of anyone overhearing them because of the charm he'd cast earlier. "But recently, there has been a large number of missing human cases in this area. And well, this particular coven has always been a little shady."

"That's rich, coming from you," MC snorted, elbowing Elliot lightly in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. Elliot graced them with an exasperated smile. "Very funny, but that's not the point. Now listen carefully. Once we go inside, I will need you to distract them-"

"... Don't tell me I have to dress in drag and do the hula.."

"As funny as it would be, no. Make small talk, use some of your 'little human' charm on them," Elliot hummed. "Whatever you need to do to make sure that you are the only one they pay attention to. Make it seem like you are novice to all of this, as unthreatening as possible. Make them underestimate you."

"Hm. Sounds like something I can do."

"Good. I'll try to slip away unnoticed at a point to actually investigate, so don't worry if you can't see me."

"What do you want out of this Elliot? Or more accurately, what does the Society want?"

"Some proof that their suspicions are right about the coven." A reason to exterminate them went unsaid.

"Alright. I'll do my best."

"You always do."

"And this, is our archives. Please come in, dearest sorcerers."

MC took a big breath and did as they were told, quickly stepping into the room. Their jaw was aching from the dopey smile they had plastered on ever since entering the premises. Just a little longer, they thought to themself, thinking back to how they had lost sight of Elliot halfway into their tour, the coven head not even realizing.

For a coven potentially doing shady things, they sure were lax with their security.

Melvara, the coven head, finally seemed to notice Solomon's absence. "Um, where is Sir Elliot, if I may ask?"

"Oh, he said he needed to use the restroom. He'll be here soon, but wow! This room is huge!" MC grinned, spinning lightly in place as if trying to take in everything. Truthfully speaking, it was not much. They lived in the Devildom with 7 very wealthy brothers, a demon prince who took pleasure in spoiling his friends, and a demon butler who was more attentive and observant than anyone they had ever known. Their mentor was arguably the best sorcerer alive, if a little eccentric, and they had endeared themself to even angels. Needless to say, they were spoiled rotten when it came to once in a lifetime experiences.

Thankfully, Melvara seemed to buy their act, giving them a proud smile. "I'm glad you think so. Now, how about we have some tea while we wait for Sir Elliot to come back? The archives are the last stop before the Forest of a Thousand Spectres, after all."

They hummed, sitting down at the seat offered to them, eyes still taking in everything down to the last detail. Elliot's words had assured them that this would be one report that would require them to go into heavy detail.

The door to the archives opened for the second time.

(E/c) eyes turned to the witch that entered the room, head respectfully bowed and voice reverent as she presented them with tea and snacks. They gave her a sweet smile, watching in carefully veiled amusement as she blushed and nearly spilled the hot beverage. It was cute how a simple smile was enough to put people at ease. After a few hurried apologies and not-so-subtle glances at them, the witch left the room. For a few minutes, there was blissful silence.

"Say, sorcerer MC?"

"Yes?"

"Pardon my forwardness, but I had heard that you have pacts with all seven of the avatars of sin?"

MC hummed, a pleasant smile on their face. "I do," they said, noting the interest in her eyes. Melvara leaned slightly forward, her eyes gleaming with something that made them pause for a second. Right, don't underestimate the other party, they thought to themself chidingly.

"An admirable feat. May I be so bold as to.. offer you some advice?"

Did they really look that gullible?

"Of course, I would love to learn from my elders."

They hadn't meant to do it.

They really hadn't meant to lose control of their magic.

But they couldn't have helped it.

Not when Elliot burst into the archive room, eyes filled with disdain and murderous intent; holding an unconscious girl in his arms. A very familiar child, one they had yet to meet face to face but had seen plenty of pictures of.

They watched with dark satisfaction as flames engulfed the accursed manor and the forest around it. Screams of the witches stuck inside echoed into the darkness, and MC instinctively covered the ear of the girl who now lay in their arms, still unconscious. The few who had no hand in any of the heinous crimes their brethren had committed cowered somewhere behind them.

The Forest of a Thousand Spectres never looked as hauntingly beautiful as it did now.

A hand on their shoulder had them instinctively cradle the girl closer to their chest. A side glance at Elliot, who had the same blank look on his face. "You can go home MC. I'll report this myself," he said, voice barely above a whisper but firm. Not a suggestion then.

MC nodded, the only indication that they had heard him. Elliot sighed. "What.. are you thinking of doing about her, MC?"

"I'm taking her home."

"She's is the only living witness to the atrocities this coven committed. The Society will wish to talk to her."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Another sigh. "Very well. I'll see you after I've reported the incident and" -he looked over to the terrified witches, the innocent ones, who shrank away the moment his gaze was placed on them- "taken care of them."

"Sure," they said, tearing their eyes away from the flames for a just moment to watch Elliot teleport himself and the witches away, presumably to the Society's headquarters.

They did the same moments later, appearing in their room. MC carefully lowered the girl onto their bed, gentle hands adjusting the blankets to offer comfort and warmth. Satisfied with their work, they pulled a chair close to the bed and sat on it. A breathless chuckle escaped from their lips as they felt the slight trembling in their hands. Their eyes scanned the teenager, sleeping soundly under Elliot's recovery spell.

The fact that a simple recovery spell made her fall unconscious spoke volumes about the pain she had suffered.

MC brushed a strand of hair away from her face, vaguely thinking about Mammon's reaction when he finds out exactly what the sweet little girl had been through. They stole another glance at her, then picked up their DDD.

S.S Audit Stuff (Lucifer, Solomon, Elliot and you)

You: Lucifer. Solomon.

You: We need to talk.

You: Meet me in my room.

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