#dialuci angst

[7deadlymorons]

it won't work.

"y/n? dear are you sure?". asmodeus says while looking at you with an emotional,unaccepting look. "you can always give it a try y'know?". he says while reaching out to put away the hairs on your face which were blocking your vision, while you quietly layed on the couch, silently watching lucifer, talking with diavolo.

'i know asmo, I know". you say while trying to shift the tension inside the room which you oh so hated, you glanced at lucifer again, watching him smile and talk with the demon prince,in a way that he never did with you, while the two of you were together.

"I know that lucifer spends a little too much time with lord diavolo,but it's like his duty,y'know? I'm sure he loves you still,y/n". asmodeus tries to convince you to believe his words,but you were certain,you were certain that lucifer never really loved you,he always had this distant feeling to him,which you couldn't really comprehend,you thought that it was just his work stress,but when you saw your boyfriend talking with diavolo in a way no loyal 'friend' would talk,it finally hit you like a pile of bricks.

lucifer never loved you,he was in love with diavolo,he was devoted to diavolo.

"it just won't work between us,asmo,just let it be". you say,while asmo still doesn't pause his unaccepting gaze.

"he looks happier, doesn't he?". and the avatar of lust had to admit,his older brother did look happier,the way he never did when he was with you.

lucifer didn't love you,he loved diavolo,he was devoted to diavolo.

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[leviathanswingman]

dear lucifer; dear diavolo

pairing: DiaLuci

rating: explicit

words: 13886

chapters: 1/1

summary:

"Diavolo,

This letter shall never reach you, as it is nothing more than a way to express these bewildering thoughts that have been plaguing my mind as of late... Diavolo, in spite of everything and even more so, in spite of myself, I seem to have fallen enamoured with you."

“Lucifer…” Diavolo started, his voice uncharacteristically soft and careful. “I don’t think I understand. Won’t you enlighten me as to why you addressed such a letter to me?” Lucifer's heart stopped in his chest. “What was your intention?”

Lucifer gets drunk and writes a love letter to Diavolo to get it all out of his system. Through a series of unfortunate events, the letter ends up getting published by Mephistopheles.

“Lucifer, would you lend me an ear for a moment?”

Simeon sat down on the couch, patting the empty space right next to him. Lucifer let out a breath but still sat down, one leg crossed over the other, keeping a good amount of space between them. The moment Simeon had invited him over to Purgatory Hall for tea he'd known that something was up.

“I suppose so. What is this about?” he asked while reaching for the teapot standing on the coffee table. “Have my brothers been causing you trouble again?” he added nonchalantly, yet the slight furrow to his brow betrayed his otherwise calm exterior.

Simeon quickly waved his hands in front of his face. “Oh no, not even in the slightest! As far as I can tell, they’ve been behaving quite well!” For a moment, he stopped talking. He pushed his hair behind his ear, lost in thought as he let his eyes wander across the teacup. “Actually, I wanted to talk about someone else, if I’m being honest.”

“And who might that be?”

“I wanted to talk to you about Lord Diavolo,” Simeon then said carefully. “There is something I wanted to confirm with you. I do apologize in advance, I know this might be a bit uncomfortable for you to talk about, but I believe it's necessary. I have been keeping an eye on you and I cannot help but worry.”

Simeon held up his teacup and Lucifer poured in tea for him, remaining silent. The fresh scent of green tea began to waft through the room.

“This is about?” he asked after a moment.

“The nature… of your relationship, would be the best way to put it, I think,” Simeon answered and was immediately met with silence, followed by another heavy sigh. Lucifer sat down his teacup and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Have my brothers put you up to this? For the love of everything unholy, how often do I have to tell them-”

“I’m sorry,” Simeon prefaced as he interrupted Lucifer. “Your brothers have no hand in this, I am here out of my own free will. I am not mocking you, nor am I trying to tease you right now. I simply worry about your wellbeing. I’ve made some observations of my own and would like to hear your thoughts on them. Will you indulge me this once?”

Simeon put down his teacup and placed one hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. When he felt the demon freeze at his touch, he quickly pulled back, placing his hand back in his own lap instead. For a second a conflicted expression clouded his handsome features. “Are you sure you don’t favour him?” he then asked without prior warning.

Lucifer looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “You want to know whether I favour Diavolo or not?” he repeated.

“Exactly.”

For a moment, he remained silent. Lucifer was considering his next words carefully. “Romantically?”

“Of course.”

Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows. “Well I certainly don’t-” he started before stopping in his tracks, apparently taking a moment to gather himself. He took another heavy breath and then gave a much more collected answer. “There is nothing for me to favour, since he is the Devildom’s crown prince. I believe my sentiments are entirely irrelevant, no matter which way you turn it.” Although his words sounded sensible enough, it was clear that they were learned and rehearsed to perfection.

Simeon tilted his head as he watched his friend. “What was that?” he asked. There was no fooling him. The way Lucifer was dodging the question was painfully apparent to him. After all, there was nobody else who knew him quite as well, and there were certain things even a fall from the heavens wouldn’t be able to change.

“What was what? That little moment right there,” he kept insisting. “If I’m not mistaken, you just did that thing you always do. You pushed something back.”

Lucifer straightened his back and stared Simeon down. “Now why would I feel compelled to do something like that?” he asked, his tone icy. There was something in his expression that made Simeon want to dig deeper. “There is nothing for me to ‘push back’.”

“Lucifer, you have never known how to deal with relationships outside of your professional life, let alone how to allow yourself to be happy and at peace.” He put down his cup of tea.

Lucifer inhaled sharply, raised one finger and opened his mouth as if to retaliate. Shortly after he closed his mouth again, taking a sip of his tea before putting down the cup.

“I don’t ever-” he started, voice furious.

“But am I wrong?” Simeon suddenly threw in. “I may not have Lord Diavolo’s gift when it comes to telling a truth from a lie, but I’d like to think I know you well enough to be able to tell regardless. Let me be frank with you. Ever since the day you met him, you have made exception after exception for that man. You bowed down before him, yet remain of equal standing despite it all. He bends over backwards to keep you by his side. It is obvious that he’s quite taken with you. What’s so scary about taking it one step further when you’re already halfway there?”

For a moment, Lucifer simply looked at him. Sure, there had been signs here and there, little behaviours Diavolo tended to show that crossed the lines of their carefully crafted boundaries. Recently, Diavolo had started to use an old voice recording of Lucifer scolding him as his new alarm. Despite himself, Lucifer had flushed at the realization that for some reason, his voice seemed to be the first thing Diavolo wanted to hear when he woke up. It was as baffling as it was infuriating.

His posture relaxed ever so slightly, his head dropped down as he ran his hands across his forehead, massaging his temples. “I shouldn't-,” he started, then quieted down for a moment, reconsidering his words. “I cannot allow myself to even entertain such sentiments, you should know that better than anyone else.” He was back to massaging his temples. Then, he continued and there was no need for Simeon to prompt him anymore. “I am aware of his…advances. One would have to be both blind and a fool to ignore them. Still, even if I wasn’t his right hand man, there would be nothing for me to pursue. He's our crown prince.”

“I think you should give him more credit than that.”

“And yet I won't,” he replied coolly. This was a sensitive topic he would prefer not to think about for longer than necessary, but Simeon just had to storm in and rip open a wound that had been carefully stitched shut. Lucifer was tired of it all. “Diavolo needs me, that is true. Perhaps, he even wishes for me to be by his side. But do not misunderstand. He doesn’t want me.”

“You think he doesn’t want you in the same way you do?”

Lucifer’s face contorted and he picked up the empty cup of tea, staring down into the leftover leaves. “If you insist on continuing this conversation I'm going to need something far stronger than this.”

Simeon threw him a concerned look. “Drowning your sorrows won't solve your problems and you know that.”

Lucifer tutted his teeth in reply and Simeon hummed. “Alright, I think I still have a few bottles of Demonus left in the fridge.”

“My Lord,” Barbatos began. “Excuse my insolence, but do you finally plan on pursuing the one you fancy?”

Diavolo almost choked on his biscuit, coughing violently. “Barbatos?!” He pounded his fist against his chest, trying to breathe again.

“It's been years, Young Master. Don't you think it's time for you to secure your match?”

Diavolo’s eyes were almost comically big, his cheeks dusted red.

“There must be a misunderstanding,” he started, laughing awkwardly. “How did you even assume that I have someone in mind for that kind of endeavour?”

“You are many things, but inconspicuous is not one of them, My Lord. You shan't keep him waiting any longer. Perhaps he will continue waiting for you, but I don't think it will be beneficial to his health.”

“Him? Who has been waiting for me? I fear I do not understand what you’re getting at, Barbatos. Please speak freely.”

Barbatos poured Diavolo a cup of coffee to prepare him for the bomb he was about to drop. He was aware that his Young Lord still hadn't caught on to his own feelings yet, but enough was enough. He had given him ample time to do so by himself. There was only so much Barbatos was willing to observe over the years. Perhaps a push was what was needed.

“Lucifer, of course,” he stated simply, a small smile on his lips. “Who else would I be referencing?”

“Lucifer?!” Diavolo repeated in disbelief. “Now, now, Barbatos. This must be a misunderstanding. You believe I fancy Lucifer?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“To a degree where I would undoubtedly approach him with romantic intent?”

“Exactly so, my liege. You may correct me if I’m wrong, but have you not been doing so already?”

A caught expression ghosted over Diavolo’s face. “How did you arrive at that conclusion, if I may wonder?” he asked quietly. “I have always believed that my intent towards Lucifer has come off as nothing but pure.”

Barbatos, who for once had agreed to sit opposite him, folded his hands and leaned forward. “Young Master, when you first met him you wouldn’t talk about anything or anybody else. Only his fall and pledge of allegiance have calmed that certain habit of yours. You talk about him like one would talk about their spouse.”

Diavolo shifted in his seat, his thumb rising to his lips. “I never intended for my actions to be interpreted in such a way.”

“Sometimes, intentions and wants are closely intertwined, even if one isn’t aware of them.”

Diavolo lifted his head and faced him. “Barbatos, I fear I will have to disagree with you on this for once.”

Barbatos sighed quietly. “Young Master. Shall I put you to a little test then? Lucifer’s personality, how would you describe it?”

“His personality?” For a moment, Diavolo seemed taken aback. He lowered his head and allowed his mind to wander. “Well, he is awe striking and dignified, a demon of true grandeur. He is gifted in both speech and action. Although he appears stoic, he does have a bleeding heart for his family. His -”

Barbatos lifted his hands before he could keep going. “ That should suffice. And his appearance?”

“I hardly see how his appearance should matter right now.”

“Young Master, please humour me.”

“Obviously, he is the most handsome man the Devildom has ever seen. Both his aura and presence are truly beautiful. But that is hardly a secret.”

Barbatos simply hummed. “Do you hear yourself, Young Master?”

Diavolo looked at him with a conflicted expression, his mouth open and eyes wide. Then, he dropped his head into his hands. “I fear I do,” he groaned after a moment. Barbatos patted his back sympathetically. “Say, what am I supposed to do now?”

RAD breaking news! Lord Diavolo’s secret brooding admirer? Anonymous letter writer urged to step forth!

Dearest Readers, the following letter has found its way into your trusty editor’s hands. It seems as if -to no one’s surprise- our very own crown prince has found himself a secret admirer. Truly, I am astonished it has taken this long for something like this to take place. After all there's no one who can hold a candle to him! Although a bit on the dramatic side, I myself cannot help being curious as to who would be this daring.

Who doesn’t love a tragic, one-sided romance?

Share your opinions, thoughts and concerns with yours truly, Mephistopheles. If you have any information about who the anonymous lovebird may be, call the RAD newspaper hotline or leave your suggestion in the bloody suggestion box.

PS: We bear no responsibility for possible injuries or deaths caused by the bloody suggestion box.

“Diavolo,

This letter shall never reach you, as it is nothing more than a way to express these bewildering thoughts that have been plaguing my mind as of late. In no way or form do I intend for this letter to reach the light of day. This remains between you and I and the horn of Demonus in my hand, for I am solely writing any of this down to clear my conscience and get rid of these daunting feelings which have taken me over. The “You” in question, of course, isn’t the real you. It is more of a concept, a supposed version of you which I will allow myself to share these sentiments with.

Diavolo, in spite of everything and even more so, in spite of myself, I seem to have fallen enamoured with you.

Of course, I am aware of how foolish a thing it is, but no effort of mine has been big enough to smother these flittish feelings at their core. Not once have I planned to burden you, yet somehow here I am.

So I will put it down in writing, just this once: I have fallen in love with you, and as much as I cannot justify it, I seem to have made up my mind already. Thick-headed as I am, there is nothing to change the fact. To think that I would display behaviours of such childish nature, how preposterous.

Falling in love puts you at a disadvantage which I cannot afford. I have always seen it this way, have I not?

All that is left to do is hide these feelings of mine until they become nothing more than a fleeting thought, a minuscule distraction perhaps. A pearl in its clam, sitting at the bottom of the ocean, barely perceived but appreciated for its beauty nonetheless.

This is nothing more than an acknowledgment of my feelings. A way to be finished with all of this, for both our greater goods. A way for me to admit what I shall never live down. A way to admit that even though your actions can be infuriating and quite often, you're a headache to be around, you have caught me in quite the predicament. For my biggest failure lies in the way my breath catches when your brilliance and charm come to show, and I find myself breathless in the face of your regality once more.

I look next to me and there you stand, a familiar shoulder pressed into mine. The warmth you radiate scorches me at my very core yet I shall never dare reach out.”

Lucifer stared at the newspaper in his hands, frozen in place. The ruckus his brothers were causing at the breakfast table had long turned into nothing more than background noise.

For a moment, there was a certain kind of tranquillity in the air, the calm before the storm, until reality sat in again and sheets of paper creased under the grip of his tense fingers. It was about that article, that ever so cursed piece of literary waste that had somehow found its way into Mephisto’s grimy hands and, inevitably, onto the front page of RAD’s newspaper.

Truthfully, Lucifer was all too familiar with the piece Mephistopheles had published. And although his memory was admittedly muddy at best, for he was currently nursing a particularly nasty hangover and was barely able to recall the events of that evening, there was no denying that those words could be anyone else’s but his own. Perhaps drinking with Simeon had been a bad idea after all.

He read the article once, read it twice, skimmed it from beginning to end and gave it a disgruntled look. Perhaps throwing it in the fireplace would do him some good. Certainly it wouldn't help resolve the issue itself, but perhaps the action would offer him some much needed relief.

After all, to put it rather plainly, it was a letter of admiration, written in a moment of weakness at Simeon’s suggestion; a foolish love letter Lucifer had carelessly crafted in a moment of self-pity, fueled by three bottles of Demonus and aggravated by his troublesome week. It was a letter he had certainly intended to write, but that never should’ve seen the light of day.

Yet here it was, black on white, in pristine print. The only blessing was that Mephistopheles had taken the time to copy the letter instead of simply scanning the original. After all, both his brothers and colleagues were more than familiar with Lucifer’s penmanship. There would've been no way of denying that he was the author.

Like this however, there was still plenty of room for damage control.

Suddenly, Lucifer felt a familiar presence leering behind him, calm and collected, yet with an undeniable underlying volatility.

“Well look at that,” the young demon said, letting out a long drawn whistle. “Looks like you're finally getting some serious competition.”

Before Lucifer could turn around, Satan had already snatched the newspaper out of his hands.

“Have I not told you to cease these sort of jokes? I have no idea what you could possibly be getting at,” Lucifer grumbled as he lifted his cup and took a big sip.

“Diavolo. In spite of everything and even more so, in spite of myself, I seem to have fallen enamoured with you,” Satan repeated, putting on an overly dramatic tone of voice. “What do you say, is Lord Diavolo the type to fall for that?”

“Ooooh Satan, what do you have there? Did I just hear Lord Diavolo and love in the same sentence? Show me, show me!” Asmodeus put his chin on Satan’s shoulder and grappled for the newspaper himself. Satan offered it to Asmo, pointing at the article in question.

“Look at what Mephistopheles just published.”

For a moment there was silence as Asmodeus read the letter carefully, glossed lips mumbling every second to third word as he scanned the letter. A smile was starting to pull at the corners of his mouth.

Lucifer felt his fingers twitching, tempted to rip the newspaper out of their hands. However, yelling at his brothers for being interested in the letter would be far too obvious now, wouldn't it? So he bit his tongue, ground his teeth and waited for Asmodeus to be done.

Shortly after, Asmo looked up from the newspaper, his big eyes shining with glee. “Oh Satan, could you even imagine?” he started, a dreamy tone to his voice as he clasped his hands together. “A partner for Lord Diavolo? They must be so lucky!! Imagine being able to pull the next Demon King! I’m almost jealous!”

At that point, Lucifer felt ever so inclined to intervene. He uncrossed his legs, placed both elbows on the table and leaned forward. “Pray tell, Asmodeus. Why would you think a letter as foolish as this one could coax Diavolo into a relationship? Let’s not pretend that such carefree writing alone would be enough to make a demon as important as Diavolo develop deeper feelings. Based on his status alone, he cannot afford to engage in such childish acts of freedom. There is a time and place for everything, and this is most certainly out of line, don’t you think so?”

“Lucifer, come on! Would it hurt for you to be at least a tiny bit more romantic? You can't tell me you haven't noticed how lonely Lord Diavolo gets. ”

“It would only create more issues for both Barbatos and me in the long run.”

“Boo! You old spoilsport! It's about love! Love!! What could be more important or exciting than that?!”

“Work,” he suggested drily. “Securing the Devildom’s position. Keeping Barbatos sane,” he added on. “Do you need more suggestions? I have plenty.”

Asmo’s mouth pulled into a small pout. “You're no fun.”

“That I have been told before. How else would things get done in this family?”

Lucifer put down his cup of coffee and smoothed down his dress shirt. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was already time to leave. “I have to go. Barbatos and Diavolo are awaiting me on some pressing matter.” He'd received a call requesting his presence shortly after he’d woken up.

Asmo waved at him. “Ask Lord Diavolo about the letter for me!”

“I will not,” Lucifer grumbled back as Satan let out a loud cackle, slapping Asmo’s shoulder in delight.

Unluckily enough, that cursed letter seemed to be intent on haunting Lucifer further throughout his day. He arrived at the Demon Lord’s castle 5 minutes prior to their appointed meeting time, as per usual. Barbatos was already waiting for him at the door, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the halls.

“Good morning Lucifer,” he greeted.

“Barbatos. A good morning to you too. I take it you’re doing well?”

“Of course. The Young Master has already awoken, so let’s not keep him waiting for much longer. Shall we?”

Lucifer followed him to the tea room in comfortable silence. Before they entered, Barbatos stopped in his tracks, throwing him a side-glance.

“Perhaps I should warn you,” he started as he smoothed down his vest. “The Young Master has become quite taken with the idea of-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the door was pushed open with much enthusiasm. There was a big smile on Diavolo’s face as he greeted him with far too much energy considering the early hours.

“Lucifer, there you are! Come in quick! We have important things to discuss!”

Barbatos’ shoulders seemed to stiffen some more and Lucifer followed him inside, immediately suspicious. Diavolo’s little sparks of genius hardly ever promised good things.

As always, the table was already set and there were tea, coffee and amuse-bouches waiting for them. Diavolo plopped down on one of the chairs and waited for Lucifer to follow suit. Barbatos rounded the table to fill both their cups with coffee, preparing a third one for himself before allowing himself to sit down as well.

Just as Lucifer lifted the cup to his mouth, Diavolo began to lean forward, an excited smile on his face.

“So,” he began, the smile on his lips tender. “I am sure you’ve read the newest issue of RAD’s newspaper.”

Lucifer lowered his cup again, his expression wary. “I managed to catch a glimpse over my morning coffee before my brothers started to cause mayhem again. Why?”

Barbatos politely placed his hands in his lap. “Today’s breaking news were quite exciting for the Young Master,” he threw in. His face was directed towards Diavolo, but for a split second, he let his eyes stray back to Lucifer, who suddenly felt a dreadful sense of foreboding.

“Are you trying to tell me that appalling letter has caught your interest?”

Diavolo laughed gently. “That it has.”

The handle of the fine china cracked beneath Lucifer’s fingertips and Barbatos narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say another word.

“Why? It surely can’t be more than a letter filled with wishful thinking and nonsensical fantasies.”

“True as it may be, I still owe them an answer, don't you think so too?”

Lucifer shivered. “No, I do not.” He had to squash these nonsensical ideas before they evolved into something much worse. “It might as well be a ploy to isolate you. Who knows what that person's intentions are.”

Diavolo placed down his teacup. “Whether it's real or not is unimportant. Even if it's a simple ploy to assassinate me, don't you think it should still be looked into? And I believe if it were a threat against my person Barbatos would have spoken up already.”

Curses.

“That is correct,” Barbatos threw in. “I sense no evil intentions.” Interestingly enough, Lucifer thought his expression looked almost unhappy.

“That’s… a relief.”

Diavolo leaned closer towards Lucifer. “Barbatos, the newspaper please.” The butler handed it to him and Diavolo pointed at the printed letter. “Look at this line here. Don’t you think it implies I must know the author?”

Diavolo scanned the writing, his finger following each and every line until he found the one he'd been looking for. He pointed at it. Lucifer hardly wanted to read the letter a second time, yet he had no other choice.

I look next to me and there you stand, a familiar shoulder pressed into mine.

“I would hardly interpret it as a poet’s way of exercising their artistic freedom.”

“And how do you intend on finding that person?”

“Perhaps Mephistopheles knows more about it. He is the one who published it, after all.”

Mephistopheles.

Lucifer wished he could blame the demon for meddling once again. How had he gotten his grimy hands on it in the first place? Annoyingly enough, Lucifer still didn't remember much aside from getting incredibly drunk at Purgatory Hall, then stumbling home when he noticed Simeon was out cold on the couch. Once he was home, listening to Simeon’s advice and writing a letter to get everything out of his system suddenly sounded like a sensible idea. Perhaps he really should stop drinking.

“I must hear them out before letting them down kindly so they can move on. Isn't this exciting Lucifer? My first confession!”

Lucifer hated that sooner or later, someone would have to burst his bubble.

“Mephistopheles.” Lucifer was standing before his desk with crossed arms, his chin jutted out defiantly. Mephistopheles looked up at him with knit eyebrows, donning a discontent expression that he did not care to hide. With an annoyed huff, he leaned his cheek against his hand and mustered him from head to toe. “Lucifer. What gives me the displeasure?” he asked, his tone blasé.

Their interaction was just about as icy as he’d expected. After all, it was hardly a secret that they could not stand one another. Mephistopheles had hated Lucifer from the first moment he’d set eyes on him. The fact that Lucifer, disgraced as an angel, then distrusted as a demon, had somehow managed to become Diavolo's right hand man, a position Mephistopheles had been trying to secure for years, had put the last nail in the coffin. Lucifer on the other hand did not care for Mephisto’s attitude. His thoughtless devotion and almost aggressive loyalty reminded him of Michael, uncomfortably so. The fact that he had been openly volatile and borderline rude towards his brothers from the start certainly hadn't helped.

Lucifer tapped his foot impatiently. “Diavolo sends me.”

Mephistopheles immediately perked up. “Lord Diavolo? What does he need? Is my presence needed? If it is needed, then I-”

Before Mephisto could jump up from his seat, Lucifer lifted his hand in a rude manner, stopping Mephisto in his tracks.

He realized how tense his jaw was and unclenched it. “There’s no need for that. It’s about the letter you published. Diavolo wants to see the original.”

“The original? I assumed he already had a copy. It was between the documents you gave to me after all.”

So this was how he had gotten his hands on it. Lucifer had practically hand delivered the letter, served to Mephistopheles on a silver platter. Apparently his drunken self must have placed it on his stack of documents, already forgotten by morning since until this day, he did not remember any of it.

He cleared his throat. “He does not. I hardly deemed it important enough, considering how the author chose to remain anonymous.”

Mephistopheles tutted his tongue. “As expected. How arrogant of you to assume Lord Diavolo would see the issue the same way you do. I fail to comprehend how engorged your ego must be to support this sort of behaviour.”

Mephistopheles threw Lucifer a displeased glance, but he still opened the drawer at the bottom of his desk, thumbing through various documents before finally pulling out the letter.

Lucifer recognized the lettering paper almost immediately. His only saving grace was that Mephistopheles tended to avoid him like the plague and was thus unfamiliar with his writing and the stationary he preferred to use. Were it anybody else they would have recognized it straight away.

Lucifer did not thank him for his cooperation.

Mephistopheles pushed the document towards him. Before Lucifer could touch it however, he pulled it back again. “Do make sure Lord Diavolo gets it this time. I would prefer not to have you in my office a second time around,” he quipped.

“I was not the one who published an insignificant fan letter without permission,” Lucifer simply retorted.

“At least I wasn't the one who misappropriated it in the first place,” Mephistopheles bit back.

Lucifer ignored Mephisto’s last remark and left his office with nothing but a stiff goodbye. No matter how dignified Lucifer liked to present himself, his debates with Mephistopheles were unending in nature and admittedly, a bit embarrassing for either of them at their grown ages.

A few minutes into his walk back, his DDD rang and upon seeing that it was Diavolo calling, he picked up after the third ring.

There was no greeting needed. They had moved past the need for polite platitudes many decades ago. “Diavolo. Yes?”

“Mephistopheles just sent word that he gave you the letter. Do you perhaps have the time to bring it over? I would like to read it straight away.”

Inwardly, Lucifer let out a flurry of courses. Of course, Mephistopheles just had to call Diavolo so he could look good and tattle. As expected of him.

“Your opinion is important to me and you've always given me good advice,” Diavolo said slowly. “So if it won’t inconvenience you, I would like to request your presence as well.”

Originally, Lucifer had planned on getting rid of the letter, or at least doctoring with the writing, but now there was no other way out, was there?

“Haven't I already voiced my opinion on the matter? I don't see what my presence would be necessary for.”

“Lucifer,” Diavolo pleaded. “I simply wish for your presence by my side. Is that too much to ask for?”

“I suppose not, it's just…” That I do not wish to embarrass myself even further than I already have. He took an exhausted breath. “I will be there in half an hour. Do not expect me to sugarcoat my words.”

“Of course. Treat me as harshly as you see fit.” His warm laugh rang through the speaker and Lucifer had to swallow the incoming sense of dread. Wars and conflicts he could handle. Feelings however? It would be much easier if he had never gotten back in touch with them in the first place.

It didn't take him long to return to the Demon Lord’s castle. Barbatos seemed to be out on an errand, so he was greeted by a Little D that led him to one of Diavolo's chambers instead.

The door opened after a few knocks. Diavolo was lounging on his chaise longue and his expression lit up the moment he took note of Lucifer walking in. He greeted him warmly and beckoned him to step closer with a curl of his finger.

The letter, now placed in an unassuming envelope, felt like hot coal under Lucifer’s fingertips. For a moment, he considered his options. There was still time to accidentally drop it in the fireplace or fling it out of the window. For a moment, he humoured the thought. Still, that wouldn't change the fact that he had to face that there was no way out of this mess of his own doing. With gritted teeth, he had to admit his defeat.

“The letter,” he said calmly.

Diavolo sat up so he could reach out and Lucifer handed over the letter without much ado. Their hands brushed shortly.

“Are you certain about this?” he asked one last time, hoping Diavolo would return to his senses before it was too late, but the demon prince simply tilted his head and smiled. “As certain as I can be. Whoever wrote the letter did it at the perfect time.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “Now why would that be?”

Diavolo scratched the back of his head in a sheepish manner. “Oh, it was simply something I previously discussed with Barbatos. Pay it no mind.”

“If you say so.” For now, he chose to drop the issue. There were much more important things to worry about.

Lucifer watched Diavolo's every move as he pulled the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it carefully, smoothing over the creases before beginning to read.

Lucifer saw the way his eyebrows pulled together almost immediately.

He desperately wished for the ground to swallow him whole. Still, he stayed where he was, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his back leaning against a shelf in a false show of relaxedness.

Diavolo shifted in his seat, then tilted his head to the side. “Uhm, say Lucifer. Did you by any chance… copy the letter by hand? Did it get damaged or were there any other issues I should be aware of?”

Lucifer refused to move. He kept his eyes fixed on the top of Diavolo’s head as he crossed his arms behind his back. “I did not alter the letter in any shape or form,” he answered calmly. For a moment, he allowed his gaze to slip. His eyes met Diavolo’s. “The letter is unchanged. Mephisto will surely be willing to attest to that,” he admitted.

The demon prince was looking at him with parted lips, his eyes blown wide open. The expression on his face was a mix of shock, disbelief and a third thing Lucifer found himself unable to interpret.

There was nothing else to say. After all, lying to Diavolo would be completely and utterly useless.

He hesitated, then straightened his stance further. “If my presence isn’t needed anymore I would like to take my leave now,” he stated, his tone of voice a carefully crafted thing. Perhaps leaving him no room to discuss would be the most sensible way to go.

Diavolo did not excuse him, but Lucifer still turned around to head towards the door. Less than three steps in, he felt a presence behind him, right before a hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Lucifer stared at the door in front of him and held back a sigh.

“Lucifer…” Diavolo started, his voice uncharacteristically soft and careful. “I don’t think I understand. Won’t you enlighten me as to why you addressed such a letter to me?” His heart stopped in his chest. “What was your intention?”

Lucifer turned back around, making sure to push off Diavolo’s hand that was still holding him back. “That letter…” Before he could continue, their eyes accidentally met. Diavolo looked conflicted enough for Lucifer to know that there were no options aside from damage control. Attempting to explain himself would be pointless.

That specific look was all he needed to be put back in his place. Perhaps being treated like an equal had spoiled him rotten.

“I never intended for you to read it,” he eventually settled on. The words left his lips slowly, carefully. “I would appreciate it if you could be generous enough to pay it no mind.” There was nothing left to do but respect their duties and play it down. The hopelessness of the situation was nothing new to him, so why should the confirmation he'd finally received change anything?

Diavolo pulled himself closer, his eyes an honest shade of gold as he watched him with questions in his eyes. “But doesn’t this sound like a-”

“Like a letter I wrote in a moment of inebriation? It is quite alright,” Lucifer cut in. Defensively, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and averted his gaze. “Allow me to apologize for overstepping. It was uncalled for and inappropriate.�� His cheeks were burning with shame.

He nodded towards the letter. “Just throw it in the fireplace. If you don’t plan on doing it yourself you can just hand it over and I will do so in your stead.” It was an easy way out and Lucifer would have to allow Diavolo to take it. What other choice was there to make?

“Oh,” Diavolo said, biting his lip. “Of course.” With a quick flick of his wrist, he threw the letter into the fireplace and Lucifer watched the flames hungrily eating away at the page, turning its remains from white to black to ashes. Oh, he thought. So it had been that simple all along. Although he should feel relief, Lucifer found his eyes stuck to the fireplace; stuck to the graveyard where his feelings would have to remain buried.

Quietly, Diavolo began to speak and Lucifer listened to the sound of his voice without turning his head. “I trust you, Lucifer,” he said. “I appreciate your words of gratitude, but seeing as they cause discomfort, nothing will have to change.”

Strangely enough, Lucifer felt taken aback. A damp sort of pain was running through his body, and he was surprised to feel it as vividly as he did.

Nothing would have to change. It was for the better.

“Thank you,” he said through gritted teeth, the words bitter on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to chew them up and spit them out, but forced himself to swallow them down instead.

“There’s no need to thank me,” Diavolo replied blankly, his eyes set on the fireplace as well. It was an entirely absurd exchange.

They did not talk about the letter any further. Lucifer did not feel like making eye contact with Diavolo just to see that disappointed expression again.

Simeon was standing in front of the Demon Lord’s castle, the warm Devildom air caressing his cheeks and tousling his hair. He raised one hand and knocked against the heavy wood, his knuckles grazing the door hard enough he feared it would leave behind gashes.

It didn’t take long for him to be welcomed in. Barbatos seemed to still be up and about with Asmodeus and Solomon since one of the Little D’s allowed him to enter and led him through the halls until they reached another heavy door.

For a moment, he had to wait until a voice called him in and he was allowed to enter. The clacking of his heels against the marbled ground were filling the silence as he approached the Devildom’s future ruler.

“Lord Diavolo. Good evening,” he greeted harmoniously.

The demon prince was sitting at a table and there were several documents and maps spread out all over its surface. He looked up at his visitor, his eyebrows rising in surprise. It seemed like the unannounced visit had caught him by surprise. “Simeon, how have you been faring? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Simeon rubbed his hands together. “I am doing well, thank you. Solomon, Luke and Raphael have been keeping me on my toes. But I did not come here to talk about them.”

“Sit down, Simeon, sit down. What might be troubling you then?”

Simeon gingerly sat down as Diavolo attempted to move the mess on the table aside. “Well it’s a rather delicate issue. I hope you'll lend me an ear regardless. It’s about Lucifer.”

Diavolo stopped in his tracks and lifted his head. “Lucifer? What may be the issue?”

There was a knowing look on Simeon’s face. He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Truthfully, I worry about his health. He’s always been one to overdo it with work and his duties, but the past week, it’s been much worse than usual. He is moody and unpredictable and I am not the only one who has noticed. Do you know if anything happened that could’ve sent him astray? I know his brothers have been behaving quite well, so I don’t think it is related to them this time around.” He allowed a beat to pass before he threw Diavolo a knowing look. “Perhaps…Excuse my bluntness, but is it possible that something happened between the two of you?”

For a moment, Diavolo remained quiet. “It saddens me to hear that he hasn't been doing well,” he said shakily, before making eye contact with Simeon again. “It truly does.”

“So something did happen. Was it about-”

“It's nothing,” Diavolo cut in, his voice suddenly quite unwelcoming. ”Even more so do I find your little act of innocence quite daring. If there’s something you want to say, then say it without restraint.”

Simeon felt a wave of exasperation rushing through his chest. “It certainly doesn't look like nothing happened,” he countered. “I think you are well aware of that.”

Diavolo raised his voice. “What did or did not happen between him and me should hardly concern you.” They hadn’t talked like this ever since Simeon first came down to the Devildom. The hostility was strange, but not unfamiliar to them. It was a quiet thing, almost imperceptible to an outsider's eye.

There was a firm look in Simeon’s eyes. “It is when I see an old friend in unnecessary pain.”

They found themselves locked in a stalemate. Diavolo was the first to give in. He dropped his palms down on the tabletop. A few sheets of paper were sent flying from the impact. “He said I should forget about the letter, so I did. Everything should be alright.”

Simeon didn't ask about the letter. There was no need. He had already known in his heart that Lucifer was the one who had written it. “And you didn't insist on talking about it further?” he asked.

“It wasn't my place to do so. Why should I have acted differently when it was what he wished for?”

“Because he is your friend who has sworn utmost loyalty to you and refuses to put either of you in a situation that could jeopardise your relationship. Tell me Lucifer would not act this way and I won't say another word.”

Diavolo didn't answer for a beat or two, then mellowed down considerably. “How could I let myself think in such ways when it took us decades to rid ourselves of the shackles of my status? My feelings, grand as they are, should be insignificant.”

“Yet they aren't. Not to you and most certainly not to him. Are you that keen to let it ruin your relationship? Do you truly want to go back to how things were?” Simeon asked bluntly, receiving him a disbelieving stare. “We both know how Lucifer gets when he sees the need to distance himself. He gets cold and impersonal and that is incredibly painful to experience.” Simeon fixed him with a sharp glare. “Excuse my bluntness, but you already know he loves you. Things have already changed. Not dealing with it will get you nowhere. Stop stringing him along for your own sake. Giving him a straight answer is the least-” Before he could finish his sentence, there was another knock on the door. Both Simeon and Diavolo turned towards the noise.

“Yes?” Diavolo asked unnecessarily. After all, there were only two people the Little D’s would invite in without a previously scheduled appointment. Barbatos was still out on a mission with Asmodeus and Solomon, so that left only one other person.

The door swung open. Lucifer was waiting in the hallway with a stack of papers in hand. His hair looked just as perfect as it always did, making Diavolo wish he could run his hand through it just once more, allowing his fingers to wander through the silky strands, his palm brushing over Lucifer’s forehead with the utmost care. The RAD uniform he wore was ironed to perfection, without so much as a speck of dust to be seen. In spite of his flawless appearance, there were heavy bags under his eyes. His gaze was a cold, detached thing that he hadn't worn out in decades.

Diavolo swallowed once, his eyes rushing over to Simeon, who fixed him with a solemn expression.

When Lucifer caught sight of the angel, he stopped in his tracks.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked warily, his hand still on the door handle.

Simeon stood up and shook his head. “Not at all. Thank you for the talk, Lord Diavolo. I hope you will consider my words of advice.” He threw Lucifer a quick glance and nodded shortly before he left.

As soon as he was gone, the atmosphere turned awkward.

“Lucifer,” Diavolo started carefully. He cleared his throat. “What may I help you with?”

For a moment, Lucifer mustered him. “I was planning to deliver a few documents.” A beat passed. He prepared to put them on the table, but when his eyes wandered downwards, he frowned. “Now what happened here? Barbatos leaves you to your own devices and you decide to throw the castle into disarray?”

He surveyed the mess and began to shuffle a few stray papers around in an attempt at creating at least some semblance of order. “What did Simeon want from you?” he asked while he kept sorting, his eyes fixed on the documents.

Diavolo motioned for him to come closer. When Lucifer remained in place, still busying himself with sorting the documents, Diavolo sighed. He felt a twinge of regret pulling at his conscience. He knew that somehow, he had to fix what he had damaged. Simeon had been right after all. They wouldn't get out of talking about what passed between them if he wished to save their relationship.

Slowly, he stood up and walked over to Lucifer. When he tried to put his hand on his shoulder, Lucifer pulled himself back just enough to avoid the touch. Rejection was a cold sword twisting in Diavolo’s gut.

“Forget it, it’s not like it’s any of my business. There is no reason for you to tell me anything.”

Diavolo felt desperate to keep the conversation going. “He was simply giving me a piece of advice. There is no need to worry.”

Lucifer threw him a cold look. “Why would I be worried?” Finally, he handed over the stack of documents he'd been carrying with him. “Do Barbatos a favour and file them away appropriately. That would be all. Have a good night, Diavolo.”

And just like that, Diavolo watched Lucifer’s backside as he exited the room, one last hand raised to wave goodbye. The words he had left him with stung like fresh pearls of water dripping over fresh wounds. Lucifer hadn't truly looked him in the eyes even once.

He had to fix this.

Lucifer was sitting at his desk with closed eyes, his heavy head cradled in his hands. It was difficult to tell whether what he was doing was an act of self-punishment or his newest attempt at repentance.

All he knew was that every single cell of his body was screaming for the comfort of sleep. But he couldn’t. His mind wouldn’t allow him to.

Today’s trip to the Demon Lord’s castle had been enough to unravel his carefully constructed restraints all over again.

Something had been in Diavolo’s eyes tonight. Lucifer wasn't enough of a fool to call it sadness, but it couldn't be too far off from it. All things considered, he couldn’t allow himself the luxury to be openly cross with him and let it tarnish their relationship even further. For once, he found himself unable to turn off his feelings or push them to the side for later consideration. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes for the shortest of moments.

When he opened them again, something felt off. It was as if the world was blurring around the edges, the details losing clarity when he tried to look at them for too long. All colours seemed brighter, but the noise of the House sounded much duller than usual.

This must be a dream, Lucifer found himself thinking. He must’ve fallen asleep after all. Ever since Solomon had tinkered around with the dream world, jumping from dream to dream without much consideration of what it may cause, more vivid and sometimes even shared dreams had become somewhat usual. Leave it to that pesky sorcerer to send the Devildom's ley lines into disarray.

Suddenly, there was a voice next to his ear, deep and smooth. “Did I hurt you with my actions?” Diavolo was suddenly standing behind him, his eyes big and guilt-ridden, his hand held high enough to take hold of Lucifer’s shoulder if he so wished to. Still, his hand remained halfway lifted, reluctant to connect.

Lucifer let out a sigh. So not even his dreams were kind enough to spare him. At least the dream world seemed to dull his feelings enough to soothe his bleeding heart. “Why would you concern yourself with that?” he asked, slowly standing up to face the demon prince.

Finally, Diavolo placed his hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “Because it was never my intention to cause you grief,” he admitted quietly.

“And yet you continue to do so,” Lucifer replied without hesitation. It was easier to be truthful when their entire relationship wasn't at stake. “However, it would be ridiculous of me to hold you accountable for my own unrequited desires.” He lifted his head and, knowing it was a dream, smiled reluctantly. “It was I who acted like a fool.” For once, he allowed himself to be soft, allowed his heart to beat quickly despite the emergency band-aid he had forced himself to plaster across it. “There was no need for change, yet my letter caused all sorts of unrest.”

Diavolo took his hands and held them gently in his own. Lucifer couldn’t help but find it cruel. Still, he didn’t ask to be released. The sensation was nice enough and more so, not real. The closeness they were maintaining was unattainable in real life. Perhaps it was time to wake up again before the dream could progress further. Dreaming would only get him so far.

He closed his eyes and breathed out. Diavolo’s hands felt warm against his skin. Slowly, the world started to blur at the edges again. He was ready to go.

“Wait.” Diavolo suddenly whispered as he squeezed Lucifer’s right hand. “Please stay,” he added. “Just for a moment longer. I have missed you dearly.”

Lucifer mustered his face. Diavolo’s symmetrical bone structure, his regal nose, his golden eyes, the dimples that only showed whenever he laughed; his mind seemed to have replicated them all perfectly. He allowed it, lifted his hand and even let his thumb swipe across his soft cheek.

“What is it?” he asked as he mustered Diavolo’s face. Even in his dreams, it was hard to face him when rejection was still a leaking wound.

Diavolo closed his eyes and sighed. “Your touch, it melts me at my core.”

Lucifer felt his heart rate accelerate.

The world seemed to blur at the edges once more. Now, they were standing opposite one another. Quietly, Diavolo placed Lucifer’s letter on the table between them and slid it over towards him. “I did read it from beginning to finish this time around. Will you be so kind and hear me out?” He tipped his head to the side, an apologetic smile on his face.

Lucifer fixed him with a composed gaze, keeping quiet for a moment. In the end, he still couldn’t say no. He ran his finger over the unharmed paper.

“I already told you, there’s no need to discuss this any further and you agreed. Your answer was quite clear. Why can’t we let bygones be bygones?”

“Because I do not wish to lose you.” Diavolo lifted one hand to Lucifer’s face, brushing it across his cheekbone, then up to his forehead and into his hair until he was carefully pushing it out of his eyes. “No matter what you say, I think you need me to acknowledge this. Please hear me out one more time.”

Slowly, he was leaning closer and his nose brushed over Lucifer’s cheek, his lips a breath away from leaving a feather-light peck on Lucifer's lips. Diavolo’s voice whispered a string of words he was unable to make out against his skin.

Lucifer awoke with a startle, his mind uncertain and his body bothered.

Solomon and those cursed ley lines.

“Big bro. There’s a letter for you.”

Lucifer raised his head and put down his cup of coffee, his mind split between his last talk with Diavolo and the dream that had continued to haunt him throughout the night. “Hand it over then.” It was the middle of the month. There were neither bills nor other documents to be expected, so it had to be something personal.

“Tell me where you put Baby and I’ll think about forkin’ it over,” Mammon tried to bargain.

Not even a beat passed. “No. Did you believe I would simply agree? What a foolish suggestion.” Lucifer let his eyes travel through the room. If he were Mammon, where would he put the letter?

There. With a quick movement, he lunged forward, trying to grab Mammon by his lapels. When he dodged, Lucifer saw the opening he’d known his action would create and successfully managed to pull the letter out of the back of Mammon’s waistband. “You’ll have to wake up earlier if you plan to outdo me.”

Mammon spun back around, his hands on his back. “Hey! Unfair! Give it back!”

“Why would I do that now? It’s addressed to me, is it not? Legally, you have no claim to it.”

“What’s all this ruckus about?” Asmodeus asked as he walked into the living room. He was wearing a lavish pink robe and the fabric rustled expensively as he approached. He let out a big yawn and stretched his back with a satisfied sigh. “You really had to ruin my beauty sleep with all of that pesky noise. Will no one apologize to little old me?” Despite his words, Asmodeus seemed rather chipper.

He was leaning his arms, one was folded over the other, against the backside of the couch and tilted his head curiously. “Oh! Lucifer, is that a hand-written letter? Who is it from, a secret admirer maybe?” His voice brightened with excitement. “Oh, oh! First Diavolo, and now this! Maybe it’s your turn! Do you think Barbatos might be next? Now wouldn’t that be darling!”

Mammon swung his legs over the back of the couch, landing safely as the sofa’s spring core let out a pitiful creak. “Are you coo-coo? Who would go after Barbatos?”

Asmodeus tapped his chin and angled his head. “I would,” he said without hesitation.

Mammon pulled a face and threw his brother an annoyed look. “Well, you’re weird, so… doesn't count.”

Asmo returned the look with a shocked expression. “Are you trying to tell me you wouldn’t?! It’s Barbatos we’re talking about here!”

“Exactly! The guy freaks me out!”

“And?”

“What and?!”

“And if you two won't shut up I will throw you out of this room before you even have the chance to take a single breath. Understood?” All it took was an unimpressed look from Lucifer to get them to quiet down again.

Asmo walked around the couch, lifting his skirts as he sat down next to Lucifer. Carefully, he folded his hands in his lap. “It wouldn’t hurt to indulge us from time to time, you know?” he complained light-heartedly.

“I do believe that would in fact hurt my health and sanity,” Lucifer countered as he retrieved his letter opener and cut the letter open with a quick flick of the wrist. There were several pages of paper inside, made of the finest material and sprinkled with a familiar eau de cologne.

Lucifer shuffled through them, then brushed his thumb over the first page. The words were hard to miss as they were written in crimson ink.

“Do you know who it’s from?” Asmo whispered curiously, his eyes big and cheeks pink.

Lucifer knew exactly who wrote the letter. He was intimately acquainted with the penmanship and lettering, yet it made no sense regardless. There were no words left to say between them, so why would he now decide to write a letter? To reject him in writing as well?

“I have an inkling,” he muttered as he began to read the letter, his eyebrows creased.

For a moment, it was quiet. Mammon was playing around with a coin, flipping it in the air from time to time to fight his boredom. Asmodeus was leaning closer towards Lucifer, his expression curious. He was close enough to read the letter with him, so he did. To put it more correctly, he skimmed through the letter, desperate to read the juicy parts before Lucifer could get there.

All of a sudden, Asmodeus squealed. Lucifer looked up at him in alarm and flipped the letter over to hide the writing. His little brother had both hands slapped over his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he whispered before throwing both hands on top of Lucifer’s shoulders, shaking his older brother ever so slightly. “Oh my god!!”

Lucifer quickly pushed his hands off his shoulders. “What made you think you could infringe on my privacy and get away unscathed,” he growled. “Reading my letters, really Asmo?”

The threat went straight over Asmo’s head. “Of course I did, it was right there in front of my nose! I'm curious by nature, you know that! But nevermind that! The letter, it’s a-”

Lucifer lifted his pointer in warning. “One more word, Asmodeus.”

Mammon watched them from the side and pocketed his coin. “Uh oh, he pulled out the government name, dude… better skedaddle…”

When Asmo seemed to remain blissfully unaware of the danger he was putting himself in, Mammon threw his head back with a groan and grabbed him by the collar. Asmo let out an undignified squawk when he was pulled away with little care for his sensibilities. Lucifer could hear the beginning of a fight from further away. For now, he did not consider it his problem. Both Asmo and Mammon could stand their ground perfectly fine by themselves.

Lucifer returned his attention to the problem at hand: The letter Diavolo had addressed to him for unknown reasons.

Quietly, he began to read it.

Dear Lucifer,

In spite of all difficulties, your letter has reached me. I have to thank you for taking the time to put your feelings down on paper, and even more so, for your patience. I apologize for the time it took me to formulate my response, for I have been foolishly conflicted.

Truthfully, it took the intervention of a friend to make me return to my senses. Now, I am more certain than I have ever been. Hopefully, you will accept my sincerity.

First of all, I would like to apologize: for inconveniencing you, but more than that, for hurting your pride. It was never my intention. I would bend at the waist and grovel in front of your feet if only that could bring me your forgiveness.

In the meantime, I shall offer my honesty as atonement and hope that my words will suffice to reach your soul.

Lucifer, the first time I saw you, your beauty and grace were so mesmerising that for a moment, I found myself entirely out of breath. When I stood up from my seat, robbed of my senses, you only looked down on me from the tip of your finely shaped nose. The words you directed towards me did not even register for I could not fathom the existence of a man who was able to redefine my understanding of perfection in the span of mere moments. You were righteous and proper, your existence so blinding I had to avert my eyes in exhilarating shame.

Throughout the years, we have built and nurtured a sort of companionship and trust I have never been able to experience before. I never thought it strange how close we had become and how difficult it was for me to say no to your every request. And when finally, you started to let down your guard around me, I assumed my feelings were quite natural. I made it a habit to make memories with you; I started to keep recordings of your voice and pictures no one aside from me would ever know about. The thought of being special was invigorating, I thrived knowing I was the only one allowed to pull you so close.

My life without you is something I do not dare imagine even in my darkest hours.

When I find myself in need, your unshakeable hand is always by my side, firmly planted onto my shoulder, giving me safety and reassurance.

Despite the want that filled my chest whenever I was near you, I always assumed this would have to be enough for us.

Lately, I have found myself forced to face reality. My feelings for you have long passed the boundaries of friendship. That is a fact I cannot afford to ignore anymore. The repercussions of my foolish actions, led by a fear of change, have started to hurt you. Sometimes, I catch myself thinking that I have already ruined everything with my refusal to act upon what we have been dancing around for years.

Your touch, it melts me at my core. I believe I have told you so in a dream. Oftentimes, I find myself staring at the fine bone of your overworked wrist and wonder, would my hand break it? Or would you break mine in return? I do not believe I would mind if you did.

Lucifer, if you will allow me to do so, I will cherish you more than anyone would ever dare to.

Please tell me, have I waited too long? Is all hope lost? Or can I allow myself to dream of a future together?

Yours truly and entirely,

Diavolo

It made no sense. For once, Lucifer found himself at a loss for words. Although the proof was right there in his hands, he refused to believe what he was reading. These were words he’d heard from Diavolo before, but seeing them put together in red ink, so intricate and careful, painted an entirely new picture.

Thoughtlessly, Lucifer stormed towards the entrance, letter still in hand, ready to make his way to the Demon Lord’s Castle once again. When he ripped the door open, he had to take a stumbling step back. There was a familiar face waiting for him, right on his doorstep.

Diavolo was looking at him, then looking down at the letter in his hand. Lucifer pulled him in by the collar and the front door fell shut behind them with a loud bang. In the distance, he could hear his brothers scurrying away like rats afraid to be caught by the house cat.

“What is the meaning of this?” Lucifer hissed through gritted teeth as soon as they were in the privacy of his home. Perhaps he’d finally lost it after all.

“Ah, so you’ve received it,” Diavolo chuckled quietly. ”I see you are upset.”

Lucifer took one step closer as he released his collar. The anger behind his eyes was fiery and wet. “I am upset, as you have put it, because I do not know what to do with you. May I repeat that it was your choice to keep things as they were? I was preparing to be okay with that.”

It was rare for Lucifer to lose his temper around him, so Diavolo knew to be cautious.

He lowered his gaze. “It was a mistake on my part. I was unaware how much my feelings had already bled into our every interaction. I was so used to you being by my side that the nature of my feelings blindsided me. I thought it would be better to have you by my side as a friend than lose you entirely.”

He grabbed Lucifer's hand and pulled it close to his chest. “Please, listen to the way my heart beats for you. Would it lie?”

Although he had half the mind to pull his hand away in anger, he allowed Diavolo to keep holding it for the moment. “The letter,” he said slowly. “What were your intentions?” His hand formed a fist beneath Diavolo’s warm hands and his expression remained cautious.

Slowly, Diavolo lifted Lucifer's hand to his lips and placed a chaste kiss against his knuckles. “Normally, I may not be prone to nerves, but the prospect of losing you made me act quite uncouth. As soon as I regained my senses I knew I had to make my feelings known. If you will have me, I will repeat them to you each and every day, as often as you need so you can believe my words.”

“There is no need for you to do that,” Lucifer said quietly. The tips of his ears were tinted red. “Stop it.”

Diavolo reluctantly let go of his hand. “Then what is it you want?”

Lucifer felt conflicted. When he furrowed his brows, Diavolo pressed his thumb against the crease between his brows, smoothing it over. “What do you wish for?” he repeated.

“My opinion shouldn't matter.”

“Yet it does to me.”

Lucifer let out a sigh. “Yesterday's dream,” he started. “I had an inkling you were there too. Your letter… confirms that suspicion.”

Diavolo nodded slowly. “It was not my intention to intrude. Truthfully, I only realized we were sharing it halfway through,” he admitted sheepishly. “Still, everything I said remains true. Your letter, it showed up for you as well, didn't it? Did you know I revived it from the ashes after you left?”

A surprised expression ran over Lucifer's face. “Why would you-?”

“Because despite my actions, your words shook me at my very core. I did not wish to let them disappear. Barbatos thought me a fool for it all.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, he scolded me throughly. I cannot blame him for it.”

Lucifer let out a deep sigh and pushed his hair out of his face. For a moment, he considered his options. “This is no topic to discuss in the hallway. We should take this to my chambers,” he finally settled on.

Diavolo flushed a darker colour. “Your chambers?! Well, of course, I suppose-”

By now, the anger had disappeared from Lucifer's features. He held up one hand. “Don't misunderstand. I don't wish for my brothers to eavesdrop,” he explained quickly.

“Oh, yes. Naturally!”

Lucifer took a hold of Diavolo's wrist, hidden between the frames of their bodies. If anyone were to watch them, it would simply look as if they were walking a bit too closely next to one another. Although he still seemed undecided, the stiffness had disappeared from the line of his shoulders.

They made their way upstairs and Lucifer threw a quick glance in the direction of one of his brothers’ rooms. A door was quietly pulled shut and he let out an annoyed huff.

“They are quite curious about your private life, aren't they?” Diavolo mused.

Lucifer shook his head. “They are too nosy for their own good.”

He led Diavolo to his room and pulled the door shut behind them. His back was turned towards the door when Diavolo stepped into his space. He placed one hand against the door and leaned closer. “Where were we?” he asked, his voice low against Lucifer's neck.

“We were negotiating, were we not?” Lucifer replied.

“Of course,” Diavolo mumbled. “I have half the mind to offer to grovel at your feet, if that will earn me your forgiveness.”

“There is no need for that,” Lucifer answered, knowing that Diavolo might not shy away from actually doing so.

“Then what will it take for you to accept me?” he asked. Diavolo let one hand come to rest against Lucifer's waist as he buried his face in the crook of his neck. His breath tickled against the sensitive skin. “Please.”

“We shouldn't lose ourselves,” Lucifer mumbled.

“But are we not on the same page? Just say the word and I will be yours.”

He wrapped his arm tighter around his core, pulling himself flush against his body.

“This is impossible. You have duties you cannot walk away from. I should know my place.” Despite his words, Lucifer did not pull back. He knew putting distance between them was detrimental, yet the touch felt too good to deny.

“Is it so wrong to want you by my side? I have had my eyes on you ever since our first chess match.”

Lucifer tilted his neck further back.“Your father wouldn't be pleased to know you have set your mind on courting a former angel. You will have to marry someday.”

Diavolo lifted his hand and pushed Lucifer's hair out of his face, letting his palm brush over his forehead. “My father should be pleased that I chose to court one of the most feared demons of the entire realm. There is no one aside from you that I desire. If it is marriage you worry about, then I will vow to bear responsibility.”

Lucifer flushed red, astonished by this answer he hadn't expected. “That is not what I was- Have you lost your mind?!”

Diavolo ran his hand through the soft tresses of his hair, catching a whitening strand between his fingertips. “You would make a fine husband. There would be no soul who wouldn't be jealous of me,” he murmured.

“Diavolo! That's quite enough!” He lifted his hand and placed it against Diavolo's cheek. “How can you be so certain about this?” he asked as he looked him in the eye, his eyebrows pulled together in question. “You will grow to dislike it.”

“Shall we put it to the test then?” Diavolo asked, his eyes set on Lucifer's. The air was heavy around them. “Shall we?” he repeated more quietly. “I promise you won’t get rid of me that easily.” A dejected smile appeared on his face. “Unless you ask me to step away, of course. Then, I will have to oblige.”

Lucifer slid his free hand around the back of Diavolo's neck, his palm curled over his nape, and slowly pulled closer. He did not break eye contact, simply tilted his head and considered the demon in front of him. Carefully, he closed his eyes as he crossed the distance between them. Diavolo followed suit, his chest flush against Lucifer's as their lips met. It was a soft and quiet thing. Diavolo made a small noise as Lucifer moved his lips against his own, angling his head ever so slightly. “I won’t ask for such a thing,” he admitted between breaths.

Lucifer found himself pinned against the door by Diavolo's sturdy body. His hand was travelling down, brushing past reliable shoulders, discovering the taut muscle hidden beneath his uniform. Diavolo let out a forlorn sigh as his mouth strayed off course, leaving Lucifer open mouthed as his lips pressed soft kisses against the corner of his mouth, exploring the sharpness of his jaw, the small hint of skin that his dress shirt allowed to be exposed.

“You are so beautiful,” Diavolo mumbled against his skin and Lucifer shivered at the sensation. “How could I grow to dislike you even in the slightest.”

The demon prince sucked at the skin experimentally, his purpose quite clear.

“Don't think I don't know what you’re trying to achieve,” Lucifer breathed out. “Have you always been this possessive?”

“When it comes to you I try not to be. Do you want me to stop?”

A slight pause for consideration. “No, you can go ahead.”

He could feel Diavolo's smile against his skin, moments before he pulled the skin through his teeth, gently sucking a dark mark against his neck.

Lucifer allowed a shuddery breath to break free.

“Are you absolutely certain about this?”

“As certain as you will allow me to be. If you so choose to accept my sincerity.” His hands were wandering, discovering tight muscles and tender skin until coming to rest against the sides of Lucifer's neck. Slowly, he cupped his cheeks. “Lucifer, do you like me?” All things considered it was a surprisingly innocent question.

“Has my letter not been enough?”

“I want to hear it from your mouth. Please, I implore you.”

It was strangely frightening to have his soul laid bare, exposed to the privacy of his own four walls. “Diavolo.” He leaned closer, allowing his lips to ghost along his ear. Lucifer shut his eyes and let out a deep breath. “Although I shouldn't, I long for you,” he admitted, his voice quiet enough to be not much more than a whisper.

Diavolo pulled back, his eyes warm like honey as he studied Lucifer's face. “As do I,” he breathed out, astonished. “Now where does this leave us?” He played the ball right back into Lucifer's hands.

“What can we afford to be?”

“Boyfriends?” Diavolo asked hopefully, but felt his heart drop when Lucifer pulled a face. “Have I misunderstood?”

Lucifer shook his head. “It's not that, just… that term. How old do you believe us to be?”

“Partners, then? Or lovers, perhaps? Youthful Fun 101 certainly will have more suggestions if those displease you as well.”

“That I can live with,” he replied quickly, his heartbeat a thrumming constant in his ears. “There's no need to consult that wretched book.”

“Marvellous!” Diavolo wrapped his arms around Lucifer and embraced him tight enough to push all air out of his lungs. “I vow I shall make you the happiest demon the Devildom has ever seen!”

Slowly, Lucifer patted his back. “I'll take that with a grain of salt.”

Laughing, Diavolo buried his head in the crook of his neck. “Now don't be like that, Lucifer. I am being nothing but truthful.”

Lucifer locked his arms around Diavolo's neck and shut him up with a kiss. For now, he couldn’t answer whether or not he could believe Diavolo’s words. Both love and established relationships were still uncharted territory to him, but in spite of it, it still felt surprisingly comfortable to share such closeness with Diavolo. He shouldn't enjoy it as much as he did, but for once, Lucifer allowed himself to indulge.

Diavolo swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and Lucifer parted his lips in reply, exploring the way Diavolo’s mouth tasted under his warm tongue. It was invigorating.

Diavolo started to move, unwilling to part as he was pulling him away from the door and closer towards his bed.

“You own such a large bed, doesn't it just beg to be shared?” He wriggled his eyebrows and Lucifer let out a huff in response. “You are inviting yourself in? Now isn't this quite the shameless behaviour?”

Diavolo laughed against his lips, his voice deep and smooth. “I am trying to proposition you, is it not working?”

“That remains up to debate.”

“Allow me to convince you then.”

Diavolo pressed Lucifer down by the shoulders, getting him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Slowly, he lifted his hand to his lips and pressed a kiss upon his palm. Lucifer pulled him closer by his collar, lifting his head defiantly. “What, pray tell, do you plan to do?”

Diavolo dropped down onto his knees and looked up at him, his hands coming to rest against his thighs. Lucifer buried one hand in the sheets, gripping them tightly for support.

“Kneel until I have your forgiveness,” Diavolo said with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

Lucifer flushed red. “I told you there's no-”

Slowly, he rubbed his hands up and down his thighs, gently massaging the taut flesh. “Tell me you do not enjoy this and I will step away.”

Lucifer pushed his hair out of his face as he stared down at the Devildom prince, flushed and excited between his knees. It was undeniable that it fuelled his pride to have the man he longed for beneath him, one cheek pressed against the fabric of his trousers, looking up at him with devotion in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

When Lucifer noticed his pants growing tighter at the thought, Diavolo’s eyes strayed as well.

“You desire me,” he murmured. He was running his hand over the inside of Lucifer’s thigh, going up dangerously high just to travel further down towards his knee again. “Look at you, my morning star.”

“Does that excite you?” he asked. For once, he did not feel the familiar pull of shame he had grown accustomed to. “How could it not? The most brilliant demon the Devildom has ever laid eyes upon is right above me, looking positively roused.”

Lucifer averted his gaze. “Enough with the praise.”

Diavolo's eyes wandered downwards and he ran one hand up towards Lucifer’s waist. “Will you let me serve you this once?”

“Serve me? What do you-”

Their eyes met and Lucifer could see his own desire reflected back to him in Diavolo’s eyes. His hand had stilled, as he was waiting to hear Lucifer's explicit consent, and his finger was tapping against his trousers in anticipation.

Lucifer slipped his hand over Diavolo's. “I shall allow it this once,” he finally agreed.

Diavolo did not wait much longer, his impatience having grown with each and every second wasted. He parted Lucifer's knees to create more space in-between his legs. One hand returned to its former occupation, fondling his thigh, while the other inched closer towards his zipper.

It was invigorating to watch the way Lucifer shifted under his touch, his eyes dark with want, his hand buried in the sheets.

“Lucifer,” Diavolo mumbled. “Do you even know what sort of expression you are making right now?”

For a moment he pulled himself up again to kiss Lucifer slowly, his hand coming to reach his nape. While he did so, he let his fingertips ghost across his pants, finding the zipper and pulling it down slowly. Lucifer panted against his lips when he experimentally began to run his hand along his considerable arousal. Slowly, he palmed him through his briefs, enjoying the way it clearly excited Lucifer. Some part of him wanted to stay like this forever. It was a side of Lucifer he had never seen before, and an irresistible and sensitive one at that.

“Let us take these off,” Diavolo mumbled as he ran his fingers over the impressive bulge. He watched Lucifer as he shuffled out of his pants, left to sit on the edge of the bed in nothing but his dress shirt, his expensive black briefs and sock garters. The demon unbuttoned the top of his shirt and leaned back, his eyes heavy in ways Diavolo had never seen before. It was intoxicating.

He pulled himself up, crawling onto the bed as well until he was close enough to push Lucifer onto his back. And so he did. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him, and the corner of his mouth pulled upwards ever so slightly.

“Eager, are we?” he asked.

“Verily,” Diavolo breathed out, his excitement barely hidden as he shrugged off his coat. He laid himself on the side and pulled Lucifer’s body against his own, his lips soon discovering the exposed expanse of his neck again while his hands ran across his sturdy chest. While he nibbled at the skin, Lucifer’s hand explored the taut muscles of his back, one coming to rest against his hip, the other travelling further down as he pulled closer, reaching Diavolo’s ass. A satisfied chuckle escaped Lucifer’s lips and before he could feel embarrassed about it, Diavolo pulled him in and kissed him hard. His hand slipped past the waistband of Lucifer’s briefs, exposing his proud member. His fingertips trailed upwards, giving it an experimental pump as it was already half-hard. Lucifer exhaled sharply. For a moment, Diavolo opened his eyes. Lucifer’s eyes were squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed with the slightest bit of colour. Diavolo swore he had never seen something quite as beautiful before.

He swiped his thumb over the slit of Lucifer’s cock, collecting a droplet of precum and spreading it across, his fingers gentle and painstakingly careful. With one hand, he travelled further down, massaging his balls. Lucifer buried his face in the mattress. His arm was slung around Diavolo’s neck. He reached between them and undid Diavolo’s zipper, freeing his boner. Although his eyes were shut, Lucifer could tell it was a thing of majestic length and girth. Not that he hadn’t noticed before, but tracing his cold fingers over the feverish skin gave him an entirely new perspective. He opened his eyes and gazed down. It was huge.

Lucifer kissed Diavolo’s jawline, then his neck.

“I very well can’t be the only one getting satisfied,”he muttered. Diavolo laughed and planted a kiss against his cheek.

“Your pleasure alone would be satisfying enough for me.”

“That certainly won’t do,” Lucifer countered as he nipped at the warm skin of Diavolo’s throat. He let one finger trail over the vein lining his dick, then wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it lazily. Diavolo’s breath was heavy in his ear. The sounds he made were deep and needy.

“Shall we come together then?” Diavolo wrapped his hand around both their members, guiding Lucifer to join him. His hand came to cover Diavolo’s. It was a warm and slippery thing, uncoordinated with the way they were rutting together to reach their final high.

Diavolo could tell they were both close. Lucifer wrapped his arm around Diavolo’s neck, pulling them even closer together. Diavolo’s body was heavy on his own, but he liked to feel the weight against his chest. Somehow, it was grounding.

They picked up their pace and when he felt he was close, he grunted, burying his hand in the back of Diavolo’s hair, pulling him in to meet in a messy kiss. Lucifer was the first to come, his eyes shut and his breath out of order. It did not take Diavolo much longer, the sight of his partner, lost at the edge of lust, was enough to tip him over. He spilled over their hands, the liquid hot and thick. Diavolo let his full weight drop on Lucifer.

Lucifer pushed his hair out of his eyes with a shuddery breath. “When did we get so off topic? Rutting against one another like unrestrained teenagers.”

Diavolo buried his head in the crook of his neck, leaving a small kiss behind. “We have talked around the issue for a while now. Perhaps it was long overdue.”

Lucifer shot him an irritated side-glance. “Perhaps it would have been faster if you hadn’t rejected me straight away.”

Ah, still a sore point. A demon’s hurt pride was not easy to repair, especially not when it came to Lucifer. Diavolo lifted himself up and cupped Lucifer’s face. “I shall continue to apologize to you with both actions and words.” He kissed him slowly. “Until you believe me.”

Lucifer grabbed his face. “Then show me your best,” he replied stoically.

The expression made Diavolo laugh boisterously. “Anything for you, my dear.”

Lucifer squirmed under the newfound affection, the nickname still foreign to his ears.

Perhaps he would have to get used to this after all.

#fanfiction #writing #my writing #obey me #omswd #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #getting together #angst #they are so dumb and so smitten #i hope this looks alright i did this on mobile #fingers crossed

[darklyndivinely]

Is it love?

Fandom - Obey Me!

Characters - Lucifer, Mammon

Summary - Mammon asks Lucifer if he is in love.

Warnings - Implied Dialuci (Diavolo x Lucifer)

Wordcount - 300+

A/N - For @ombrotherlylove2023 (day 1). I feel like we don't get to see this aspect of Lucifer and Mammon's relationship a lot. I just know that Mammon looks out for Lucifer almost as much as Luci dotes on him. Enjoy this little something I wrote!

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“Come in,” Lucifer says, glancing up briefly. “Mammon, what is it? Did you need something?”

Mammon gently shuts the door behind him, pressing a silent noise-cancelling spell against the wood.

Lucifer looks up at that, brows furrowing at the golden magic that shimmers over his door. He caps his pen. “What is it?”

Mammon stares at him for a moment, then turns away, casually sauntering his way towards the couches. He picks up the black skull that Lucifer had been cleaning earlier and traces its hollow sockets with his ringed fingers. “Do you love him?” he whispers.

Lucifer tenses, last night fluttering against his eyelids as denial rises in his throat. He swallows it down, flexing his sore hand. He knew this conversation was coming. “Mammon...”

“Do I need to be worried?” He meets brilliant blue eyes with him, setting the skull down on the table.

“...I don’t have time for this, Mammon. Ask me these questions sometime else.”

“Sometime else when? During dinner? In front of everyone? Or at the Council meeting? In front of Diavolo?”

Lucifer pinches his nose.

Mammon slithers closer to his desk, searching Lucifer's face. “Is he treating you well?”

Lucifer looks at him—the familiar white hair, the worried urging eyes, the way his shoulders rounded when he was being vulnerable—and feels his heart caving a bit with emotion. To think he had once taught this little one to walk.

“You need not worry for me, Mammon. I am perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“I just—” Mammon takes a deep breath. “I don’t want you to get hurt. He’s a good man, I know he’ll take good care of ya. Just be careful, alright?”

Lucifer feels a smile ghost his lips and nods. “When am I not, dear brother?”

The fire crackles lowly, filling the familiar silence between the two brothers.

“Do you love him?” How much? his eyes seem to ask. How much damage can he do?

Lucifer inhales a shuddering breath, swallowing his heart. “Yes.”

Too much.

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[pseudonymphomania]

"Shout Your Heart Out", the narrative compulsion of unrequited yearning, and the things that stick with me

How to do DiaLuci correctly: in the NB "Creating Records" WW, Diavolo takes many pictures of Lucifer as keepsakes, to Lucifer's resignation, until Lucifer takes the phone from him. Diavolo is a very extra person. He does things to their furthest extent and is a very goofy character despite his propensity for sound judgement in other matters. Lucifer taking the phone from him reestablishes Lucifer's agency. After a heart-to-heart, the skit culminates in Lucifer taking a selfie with Diavolo of his own volition, not because he is forced to, but because he cares for Diavolo as a friend. Lucifer gives Diavolo his phone back and taps him on the chest over his heart. The scene is a balanced reflection of the care these two have for each other in their different ways. The denouement [the final part of a narrative in which the strands of the plot are drawn together and matters are explained or resolved] is delicious, heartwarming, interpretable, logically sound.

How to do DiaLuci incorrectly: in "Shout Your Heart Out", Diavolo practices for weeks yelling about all the things he likes about Lucifer. His words leave little to be interpreted. He gets MC involved for no narratively compelling reason and despite having that quality time together, there is nothing much that sells even a friendship with MC aside from circumstantial presence. When it comes time for the event, Diavolo tells the world how much Lucifer means to him and how attractive he is (this is a romantic trope). Then the brothers stand there awkwardly commenting on this, including the object of the prince's affections, Lucifer, who says, paraphrased, "I don't care". Then, finally, after Diavolo confesses his love for Lucifer, he pulls MC on the stage and confesses to them and kisses them. (Denouement: ???)

I already made comments on someone else's post about my feelings regarding the card and despite an entire day passing and a real life to live and bills to pay, I couldn't get this out of my head.

I think I know why.

As much as I play this game to get the DiaLuci crumbs, this card left me feeling really hollow and sad. Canonically, Diavolo and Lucifer are best friends. This is exemplified by their first meeting (OG "Glory Days" Lucifer UR), their continued meetings as representatives from their respective realms (NB: Seven Apples" Diavolo UR), Diavolo's support to aid fallen Lucifer who asked him for help (Story Canon both games), their mutual regard as Devildom leaders (Role of Prince and Whip respectively in respective chapters), their affection for each other in general (little things like Lucifer offering to take half of the consequences in the past Christmas event because he couldnt let Diavolo take it on himself). This is explicit and textual. In this card, having Lucifer not give even a little bit of a shit is anti-character development.

The implicit is where the fans live; an interpretation of a written text is subject to the whims and tastes and biases of the perceiver. It is my pleasure to interpret them as a romantic relationship, a beautiful friendship, among everything they are and could be for each other. But.

But... to explicitly, in no uncertain terms, have Diavolo stop just shy of saying I Love You to Lucifer ("Shout Your Heart Out") and have the reaction to that be status quo indifference, then have Diavolo get washed by the narrative to remember the MC exists is some astronomically bad storytelling. Lucifer is a major poster-boy. Metaphysically, it's not possible to have him reciprocate because its an otome and he's a big money-maker (This is where the fans ignore the meta of the game and run with the interpretation of the text because it doesnt matter if something is canon or not in the grand scheme of things; DiaMC fans exist, LuciMC fans exist, Dialuci-polycule-sandwich fans exist, DiaLuci fans exist, ANTI-all-of-the-above exists).

Now, this card makes it explicitly textual that Diavolo is in a constant state of yearning (sad). This card makes MC the rebound (in a dating sim??). This card doesnt even have Lucifer react to the DiaMC kiss when Lucifer is supposed to be into MC. He's just there (Asmo got more screen time!). This is tragic for everyone involved. In a game about "romance", this card is an absolute travesty, and because of that I spent all day thinking about it like it was something of consequence in my busy life.

By comparing the two scenarios above, there is a very strong lesson here about the strength of a beautifully crafted narrative, so I am amiss as to why this card exists if not to commit to the ideas as written. (This is rhetorical; I know why)

Note: this is not an either-or situation. The DiaLuci and DiaMC plots CAN be done at the same time in one card, but it takes skill and a commitment to the kind of storytelling that is very hard to do with corporate and stakeholder meddling, deadlines, interprofessional and jurisdictional impudence, misunderstandings of market demographics and consumer behaviors, funneled into what is essentially a 4-koma Devilgram.

Am I still a hardcore DiaLuci shipper? Yes. Obviously. My personal denouement [headcanon] is that the love is requited. But poison can still smell delicious to a mouse before it kills it. *sighhhhh... saves the screenshot of Diavolo admiring Lucifer's attractiveness reluctantly* I just care about the value of a good story a little bit more because both DiaLuci and DiaMC were done so dirty here. 😭

Conclusion: the real winners are the cherry pickers who are able to make do with what little exists for them. The portentous winds say that I will become one.

Thank you for reading this and I hope you all have a wonderful day! 🥰

Edit: My opinion has been slightly changed because of a comment on my Reddit post by user Clarasiir. I appreciate that and I'm happy to have experienced a real life Hegelian Dialectic.

Edit 2: A kind reprise. The aftermath of the Devilgram.

#dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #diavolo x lucifer #obey me dialuci #obey me shall we date #obey me #fanart #fanfiction #obey me nightbringer #obey me analysis #obey me spoilers #obey me cards #obey me devilgram #obey me fanart #obey me wanderers whereabouts #obey me angst #obey me mc #diavolo x mc #obey me poly mc #obey me fanfic #my thinks

[justaweasel]

Thinking about broken up DiaLuci

As in, they used to date and are now broken up, which is angsty within itself, but imagine the aftermath?

It's been a few years, both men still think about each other but don't let it impede their work in any way

Diavolo is in the council room, trying to get stuff done while Lucifer enters, stack of papers in hand

"This is for you." Diavolo looks up and thanks Lucifer, but his eyes catch the way the other demon moves. Sluggish. And.. are those bags under his eyes?

"Have you been overworking yourself again? Come on, Lucifer.. do I need to lessen your workload for a few days? You could use the break, I'm sure. Go home and get some rest, okay?"

Those words confuse Lucifer. How could Diavolo possibly care for him still? How can he still notice.. or care to notice his appearance? He looks at the man in disbelief and upon looking into those eyes.. the dam breaks.

"How could you possibly say those words? How could you care for me, still? I broke your heart. You shouldn't.. you shouldn't be worried for me. Not after what I did."

Diavolo looks taken aback. Lucifer thinks that maybe he went too far out of line. Diavolo stands and Lucifer braces himself for the barrage of anger and emotion that might escape his lord's mouth.

After a few seconds, nothing happens. Lucifer looks back, blood meeting honey. Those eyes. They still shine with the same love, with the same tender gaze that had been directed to him years ago. Diavolo simply smiles, that same damn smile that made Lucifer fall in love.

"Just because you hurt me, doesn't mean I'd hurt you back. Despite my own feelings, I know yours came from a place of pain too. Even if our relationship ended unpleasantly, that doesn't stop me from remembering the good times. Where I held you in my embrace, where you comforted me, where you were there when I needed you.. So, now, I'm going to be there for you. Even if we're broken up. Even if you hate me. Because I'd never hate you."

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #diavolo obey me #lord diavolo #angst #light angst #past relationships #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #lucidia

[oxavane]

Touchstarved Lucifer? Getting manhandled by his lovely husband??? It's more likely than you think. More versions here, you know what to do c;

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me swd #diavolo #lucifer #sheep draws #i just want them to be domestic as fuck #but also #give the drama appropriate to a fallen angel admitting his own feelings to the prince of hell #the angst the drama the muah good food

[authormars]

I have a coffeeshop au where MC and Satan are bff's who met in college and they run a coffeeshop/bookstore and their customers are always Satan's old friends or MC's boyfriend (Mammon) and his half brother or things like that.

But one day, Lucifer comes in (thankfully while Satan was distracted talking to Asmo) and he orders his normal coffee, too tired to recognize his own brother.

Cue an argument in the middle of the coffeeshop bc Lucifer "left Satan for dead" (with their abusive parents) and never answers calls or texts back.

"I'm a busy man-"

"TOO BUSY TO SEND A SIMPLE BIRTHDAY TEXT TO YOUR OWN BROTHER?!"

The wonderful angst, y'all

(Lucifer works as the lawyer to a very wealthy heir to the biggest company in the world who is a little too affectionate for them to be just friends)

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me dialuci #dialuci #obey me satan #obey me au #obey me angst #obey me mc

[mams-is-my-will-to-live]

What is up with me and my obsession for Centuries old people pining for each other. Just the hundreds and thousands of years of mixed feelings and pent up emotions that no mere mortal can imagine. I read this thing daily like a much needed drug.

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And for living so long,they have loved and lost many people but they can assure themselves that they have this one constant until... one day. They don't. And they only have mere remnants of them. Of people they loved slowly going away one by one. Until everything changes around them cause the only constant there ever will be is change. And how foolish they were to think that it is their other half but time made sure they are aware of it. Gods, Immortals. All the power in the world. Yet time is the true master and change is what made them aware of it.

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Anyways..... it really needs to be a study at this point cause I have too many to count but I will always have favorites. How about ya'll

#genshin impact #zhongven #madame ping and Guzhong #tgcf #hualian #theres more but fr love all of em duh #obey me shall we date #(yes this counts) #DiaLuci #therrs more but they my faves that I can say at the top of ny head #it used to end happy then angst happened idk. #Guess there's a reason why I love angst sometimes #I have so many typos omg😭 #edited for typos and added some stuff

[localartnerd]

Childhood was strange for the future king of the Devildom. It seemed as though he was constantly on display, even after his father had left. Young Diavolo could still feel the calloused hands of his father on both of his shoulders, as if the demon was behind him still. After years and years, the feeling of those hands faded over time, until Diavolo could no longer feel them. He did what he felt that best, no longer looking towards old portraits of his father for guidance as he had done only a few hundred years ago. Of course then there was the night that the seven brothers had fallen, namely the eldest– Lucifer, the most beautiful angel Diavolo had ever set his sights on, having now fallen into the Devildom, still as beautiful as ever– angel or not. The demon prince extended his hand towards the now fallen angel, a kind look in his eyes as he only requested one thing from him– Lucifer’s loyalty to him. His devotion. The two were practically inseparable from that day, much to Barbatos’ exhaustion with trying to keep Diavolo from being distracted.

Now Diavolo was no longer alone in his endeavors of trying to navigate his way through ruling the Devildom. He had Lucifer as his right hand man. However, even despite the professionalism of the two, Diavolo couldn’t help but feel a sort of.. Longing whenever he was around the Avatar of Pride. He couldn’t quite place his feelings, and he wouldn’t dare try to ask Barbatos for advice about them, lest he be told something he didn’t wish to hear. There were times where the demon prince would find himself reaching for Lucifer’s hand should they be standing next to one another, but would stop himself before it was too late to retract his hand without suspicion. However, upon one occasion, Diavolo was not going to retract his hand– instead Lucifer did in favor of another.

Then he was alone again. The dread filling the pit of his stomach and the loneliness filling his heart. Diavolo could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he rushed to his room to be alone. The demon prince couldn’t help but feel the dreading feeling that he was going to be alone once again for many years to come, it seemed to be a pattern. The demon would have someone close one day, then the next, he’d be alone again for years to come. Upon shutting the door to his room, the prince let out the cascade of tears in his eyes, letting them flow freely as he buried his face in his hands, letting out quiet, choked back sobs escape from his throat. Perhaps he was too emotional? After all, it wasn’t like the other demon had the same feelings towards the prince, after all, what would Diavolo’s people think of such a thing? Him being with a fallen angel? Surely he would be met with much backlash from such actions.

Why him? Why must he be put through such torment? Surely Lucifer did not feel the same as he did, and that was the fact that truly broke him.

Of course that night was rough on the demon prince as he showed up to the next student council meeting looking rather.. Disheveled. He looked like he had been up through the whole night, his eyes were a tad bloodshot and he had minor bags underneath his golden eyes.

It wasn’t a long meeting, in fact, afterwards Lucifer hung around to speak with the demon prince himself.

“Lord Diavolo, are you alright?” the Avatar of Pride asked, concerned for Diavolo’s wellbeing. The demon prince merely casted a small glance to the demon before nodding, taking his focus back to the papers he was straightening out. “Lord Diavolo, Pardon my assumption, but you do not seem to be alright. What is wrong?” Lucifer stated, looking at the other. Diavolo paused, biting the inside of his cheek, his lips pressed into a thin line. Diavolo was silent as he just stared off in an attempt to find some sort of answer that would appease the demon

“Nothing, I just.. I did not sleep well last night, that's all.” Diavolo said, looking away.

“Surely you do not wish to keep secrets from me.” Lucifer hummed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“That is not the case, Lucifer, i assure you–”

“Then what is truly wrong?”

The long pause of silence between the two demons was loud.

“You truly wish to know what is wrong?” Diavolo asked, setting down the papers and leaning on the table top with the palms of his hands. Lucifer nodded. Diavolo sighed heavily, looking down. “I see how you are with them. And I know it is wrong of me to feel this way, but I cannot help but be jealous of the way you act around them. Luci, I am sorry for loving you.” and with that, Diavolo turned and walked out of the room, leaving the Avatar of Pride to process and dwell on the demon prince’s words whilst it gave him time to go back to a safe space– that being his room once again.

#obey me dialuci #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me shall we date #angst #obey me diavolo

[ruewrites]

How Time Has Changed You

AO3

Ship(s): Diavolo/Lucifer, Background Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2648

Warnings: None

A/N:

Hello! Adding once again to the Next Gen!AU that @leviathanswingman and I came up with. I wanted an excuse to bring in little Ariel and to write some fluff between Lucifer and Asmo. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

Comments are appreciated!

"I'm surprised you were able to come here alone."

"You know how Diavolo gets at the very prospect of nieces and nephews."

"I know. That's why I'm surprised you were able to come here alone."

Asmo was currently swallowed in Lucifer's coat, a cup of tea steaming in his frail fingers as his tiny figure made itself impossibly smaller as he curled up on the couch. He hummed softly in thought, blowing at the dancing steam as it arose from the cup. 

No, he wasn’t entirely frail now. In other ways he was less frail than what he had been. His hips were rounded out, his hugs not as bony and even warmer now than what they had been years ago. He was even softer now, even warmer. He was still energetic and spunky yes, and his eyes still sparkled, but he had softened more and leaned even more into his gentle nature. He also let his hair grow out, and it was now tied in a neat little bun on top of his head. He had caught Solomon playing with it on many an occasion at gatherings. Overall, he had… matured… but it was still Asmo.

Lucifer leaned back in the armchair he was in, taking in Asmo just for a second longer, "Solomon made his instructions quite clear that he wanted you to be in a calm environment. It sounded like he could certainly make use of his own requests as well."

And if Diavolo had come as he oh so desperately wanted to, the house would be anything but calm. He would want to know everything and anything about the new little demon brewing within Asmo's form. Or was the more correct term fallen angels? Partial humans?

"My husband certainly has seemed stressed hasn't he?"

"You going on impromptu outings without notice or times when you will return certainly doesn't help with that."

Oh Asmo was giving that sorcerer a run for his money. It made Lucifer chuckle a bit. From impromptu coffee shop and bakery runs to deciding he wanted to pick up a part time job at the daycare, Asmodeus was throwing Solomon into a panic. He'd become extremely accustomed to anxiety-riddled texts sent in the family group chats, unsure of where Asmo was or when he'd be home or if he was alright.

"He really does get himself worked up, I try not to upset him so much, really it's one of the few things we've ever really gotten into lil tifts about," Asmo sighed, brought the cup up to his lips and paused, "And of course that's why you're here, to make sure I don't get into any unsupervised trouble."

"Unfortunately, I find myself in slight agreement with the man you decided to marry Asmo," Lucifer smirked, "You are carrying his child as they say."

"They being humans?"

"No changing the subject, and he is correct to be concerned. The process affects you and puts you in a targeted position," Lucifer leaned forward ever so slightly, "His concern stems from valid reasons."

Asmo looked back down towards his tea cup, eyes flickering in order to avoid Lucifer's gaze. His fingers tapped along the porcelain glass before he spoke again. 

"I think it all comes from guilt," he didn't look at Lucifer, "He missed Lilith's. There's no way he could have known, I didn't even know, yet he blames himself for missing it… And for her being early." 

"It could be both."

Asmo's fingers tightened around the teacup.

"Which reminds me, I'm surprised you don't have anyone with you either. Lilith usually spends time with both of you and stays with you when Solomon has to go out."

Asmo's body softened and relaxed at the mention of his daughter. It had always been clear that, even if Lucifer had had rocky feelings about the man who sired his niece, she had grown up in a very healthy and loving environment. Both Asmo and Solomon gave her everything they could to get her to thrive. Their efforts paid off in the form of a blossoming young woman. 

"She's busy with being a much better student than I was, she gets that from Solomon you know," Asmo chittered, "And she has friends at RAD. But she's so excited about the baby, she's already planning on weekends that she can come up to visit. It's always a treat to have her stay with us again."

"I could imagine."

After all, it was always a treat to have one of his brothers visit or to see Oleander, so Lucifer could share in that sentiment. 

His eyes were trained on Asmodeus. Watching as he took another slow sip from the cup. His muscles tensed at the ready the second he saw the slightest tremor. The moment he arrived in the house, he became Asmo's shadow. Lucifer opened doors, lifted anything he personally considered too heavy, and always had a place for Asmo to sit. 

Yes there were moments his brother appeared slightly agitated with his protective streak, but a little pampering appeared to take the edge off of his fury.

Asmo hissed and shooed him away the second Lucifer tried to take the knife he'd been using to cut fruit away from him. It was a noise Lucifer had never heard come out of Asmo before, but one he understood nonetheless. However, he was soon back to playing guardian once again to the younger demon.

"Stop."

"I haven't done a thing, Asmodeus."

Asmo rolled his eyes, "I swear, you are just as bad as Solomon."

"You offend me."

Asmo set his cup down and buried himself deeper in Lucifer's coat, "Being compared to your brother-in-law isn't that terrible of a thing now is it? He did help make both of your nieces. Niece and nephew?"

"You don't know?"

"Shush, no changing the subject."

Lucifer chuckled, once again relaxing in his own chair  and motioning with his hand for Asmo to continue.

"Anyways, Solomon makes me happy and he cares for all of us, that's gotta give him some good graces in your book right?" 

Lucifer didn't say a word on the matter. Instead, he took in the image of his brother, so content, so nurturing. While he couldn't fathom why Asmodeus would willingly wish to have another, especially not after his own experiences, he did know that the new little one would be incredibly lucky to have Asmodeus raise him. For a moment he was taken back to his days in the Celestial Realm. Back to days when a very young Asmo would steal a Belphie who was barely starting to open his eyes, hiding in the trees and bushes while Beel cried for his twin and the older angels searched in a frenzy for the two missing little ones. Back to when Asmo would herd all of the tiny baby angels one by one, and how much he adored his little doves. He would teach them so many little songs and play the cutest of games with them. Back to when Asmo fantasized about having a little flock to call his own.

It shouldn't have been a surprise that he would go on and have his own and yet-

Lucifer would not have questioned Asmo in the Celestial Realm. But he had questioned him when he had his first.

But his jewel had overcome Lucifer's fears. He had broken a cycle and even found a partner who had chosen to be just as attentive. 

Sometimes Lucifer wondered if he had ever been able to break the cycle himself, or if he was just another perpetrator in the endless circle. 

"Do you have a name picked out for them?"

Asmo smiled, albeit a bit sheepishly, "Well, yes. I told Solomon to pick one out since I named Lilith."

"And? Did your human manage to come up with anything worthwhile?"

"He did," Asmo's features softened as he pulled Lucifer's coat closer to his face, "Ariel. He seemed particularly fond of the same. He says it so sweetly. Humans are funny, he likes to talk to him, it's adorable really-"

"He talks to him?" Lucifer smirked.

"It's a funny thing humans do. I told him it's not the same but he still speaks to Ariel so fondly."

Lucifer noticed Asmo's eyes dip and quickly took the cup from his hands to set it on the coffee table. Asmo tried to wave him off, but Lucifer still pulled the coat up  closer to Asmo's chin all the same. The process was a draining one, Lucifer still didn't entirely understand why Asmodeus would go through it a second time.

He could never picture himself doing that again.

That ugly concern  rose up within him again. Asmodeus was so drained, so tired, so vulnerable. What if he couldn't protect him? What if there was nothing he could do to truly do to help? What if he could not be there when Asmodeus needed him the most? What if Lucifer failed to protect them again?

"Lucifer-"

"Sleep."

"Mm not-"

"Sleep." 

Despite the pout on his lips, Asmo's eyes grew heavier and heavier.  

Solomon would eventually make it home that evening, he would find Asmo fast asleep and the Avatar of Pride watching over him steadfast and unmoving.

***

It was snowing. It was one of the few things Lucifer remembered. It was a cold December night, the whole Devildom was silent and Lucifer could see his own breath even within the confines of the castle walls. No doubt the human world was just as frozen tonight.  He was pacing back and forth. No real thoughts ran through his mind, only feelings. 

He'd almost missed Solomon's text, almost didn't answer the frantic phone calls masked behind the attempt of a calm tone. A quick quiet promise of a call back and then soft click of the call ending.

Perhaps he should brew another cup of coffee. Maybe it would take his mind off his itching wings and how badly he wanted to be there despite the weather.

"You should try to go back to bed dearest," Diavolo's voice echoed off of the walls. His voice was soft and coaxing, but he was also smart enough to keep some distance between him and Lucifer at a time like this.

"And potentially miss an urgent message that needs my attention? I think not," Lucifer snorted. He fidgeted with his D.D.D., ruby eyes boring into the device as if it would give him answers sooner through his own will power. His wings twitched as he glanced back out the window. How hard would a trip really be? Just so he could be there, just so he could manage everything with his own eyes…

A hand grabbed his own, and Diavolo's eyes met his and he slowly shook his head, "Don't."

"I wasn't planning on anything."

"Don't lie to me dearest, you know I know the truth." 

They stayed in a stalemate. Their disagreements were always like a game of chess, calm and carefully navigated. There was never a trace of aggression, never an ounce of contempt, only carefully crafted words and an understanding of the moves the other side made. Diavolo used his next move to bring Lucifer's hand up to his cheek, letting him relish in the warmth and comfort of the prince. "If you will not come back to bed, at least allow me to attend to your needs."

Lucifer let out a long breath  and laid his head against Diavolo's shoulder.

He couldn't say a word as he allowed himself to be led over to one of the chairs next to the fireplace. Slowly his eyes followed Diavolo around the room as he lit the fireplace, placed a warm blanket on Lucifer's lap, and did his best to prepare tea. His hands fumbled  causing the stream to lurch as it traveled downwards towards the cup. He was nowhere near as talented as Barbatos, and his movements were clumsy, but none of that mattered. Even now, with his nervous laughter and concerned puppy dog eyes, Lucifer felt his chest flutter.

As he picked up the cup, Diavolo moved behind him. A trill left his lips as strong hands kneaded into his shoulders and along where his wings connected with his back. 

"You should let me tend to you more often."

"As if you don't do it daily?"

Diavolo chuckled and pressed a kiss against the back of his neck. "Asmodeus will be fine, you know as well as I do that Solomon wouldn't let anything happen to him."

Lucifer's eyes softened and he found himself staring deep into flames before him. He wished he could find solace in his husband's words, and yet the darkness continued to consume him. 

***

It wasn't until the early hours that Lucifer finally heard back. The storm was still unrelenting and bit the bones of anyone unfortunate enough to be in the way of it's wrath. The sound of his D.D.D. buzzing filled him with the most terrible sense of dread. For a moment, he was frozen, he couldn’t bring himself to look at the notification. Diavolo nudged it towards him on the little table. Their eyes met, and Diavolo offered him a smile and a soft nod. 

There were no words in the text, only a single image. 

Relief flooded his being. Asmo sat, exhausted but otherwise unharmed. In his arms a bundle sat wrapped on the brink of consciousness. He had a messy mop of black hair, the tiniest hint of wings peaking out, and his eyes were ones that Lucifer couldn’t help but recognize fondly. They were the color of sunsets and warm summer days. 

“He looks like Solomon.”

Lucifer hummed, “He has Asmo’s eyes… and his nose… and dimples.”

Diavolo let out a short laugh and scooted closer, the eagerness radiating off of him was palpable. He looked nothing short of hopeful. There was only one way to handle this, the correct and proper way. After all, Asmodeus had just had his second child-

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no?”

“No we are not going to bother them-”

“It wouldn’t be-”

“Asmodeus just had a child mere minutes ago and you want to barge in there and pester them both with seeing the baby? Their newborn?”

Diavolo pouted. Some things never really changed, now did they? Letting out a low chuckle, he pulled his husband closer. He ran his fingers through red locks that had darkened with age, and yet both of them were still very much the same… and also very much not. “Let them rest for a while and settle with the new one, besides weren’t you the one who was worried about me traveling in this weather? We shall visit in a few days and then you can spoil your new nephew all you want.”

Diavolo scrunched his face as Lucifer poked his nose, “Can you at least ask them for his name?”

Lucifer could feel his wings flutter, he leaned into Diavolo as he looked back down at the photo. Asmodeus hadn’t done too bad, and his human had managed to pick out a fitting name for his new nephew.

“His name is Ariel.”

"Ariel," Diavolo repeated softly, "What a human sounding name. It's wonderful."

The image before him looked so soft and warm, both of them were protected from the harsh cold of the outside, and Solomon stayed close by making sure to keep contact with Asmodeus. They were safe. They were safe, and that was what mattered. Asmodeus had someone else watching over him and that made Lucifer’s mid ease ever so slightly. They were safe, and now Asmo’s little family grew once more, and in a way Asmo continued to grow with it. 

Maybe, just maybe, Lucifer had changed as well.

Diavolo’s words tumbled in his head, and his eyes softened, “It is, isn’t it?”

#ruewrites #next gen!au #obey me #dialuci #solodeus #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #original demon character #original child character #fluff #angst #soft Asmodeus #Lucifer is a good big brother #Solomon is about to have a panic attack #Solomon probably had several panic attacks

[kingsholomon]

MY SENTIMENTS TO YOU!

a/n: idk if you giys have ever played the sims 4, but if you havent theres this thing in the game called sentiments. Your sims get them with other sims, basically its just your feelings about whoever. So, what sentiments to the boys have about eachother?

features: lucifers secret feelings, brothers fluff, d-dialuci??

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE…. (series??)

LUCIFER

Sentiments about:

Mammon: Adoring, Growing closer (from quality time), Close after a close call (close together after a death), Closer from happy memories, deeply connected.

Leviathan: Adoring, Impressed

Satan: Festering grudge, Hurt, adoring

Asmodeus: Adoring, Closer from happy memories

Beelzebub: Adoring, Closer from cooking together

Belphegor: Adoring, Closer from happy memories, Closer from quality time

Diavolo: Smitten, Closer from hapoy memories, Deeply connected, growing closer from quality time, Impressed (from astounding deeds done by diavolo).

Barbatos: Trust in one another (not from the sims just a headcanon), awe (of one anothers impressive deeds).

Solomon: Festering grudge, Now what are YOU upto? (from solomons previous misdeeds)

Simeon: Failed friendship, festering grudge (from simeons previous wrongdoings), Personal rift (from not feeling close with simeon anymore)

Luke: Adoring, Impressed (from Lukes accomplishments)

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me angst #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me solodeus #obey me dialuci

[darkleysgarden]

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[leviathanswingman]

Killing Me Softly (with his song): Chapter 1

Pairing: DiaLuci

Words: 5326

Chapters: 1/?

Summary:

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks. Something small seemed to be stuck to his rolled up sleeve. His eyes wandered down towards it and he picked it up with two fingers. Small and white as it was, Lucifer almost mistook it for a stray bit of paper. When he took a closer look, he realized his mistake. It was a white rose petal. Lucifer blinked slowly, almost owlishly. The record he had put on resumed playing, the clicking of the needle setting down again echoing through his mind.

Lucifer develops Hanahaki Disease and is hellbent on keeping it a secret from Diavolo.

Lucifer was sitting at his desk, working relentlessly through a stack of seemingly never ending papers. There were complaints, letters, suggestions, applications and much more filed away, each sorted on a separate pile. The documents were ranging in levels of seriousness, going from confidential to downright stupid. A lot of them were a waste of his time, but they had to be worked through regardless. 

All in all it was a suspiciously calm day at RAD, marked by nothing but paperwork and a lack of sleep on Lucifer’s part. After the last few days, chaotic as they had been, getting to sit at his desk felt like a blessing in disguise. There was still much work he had to catch up on, so in preparation, Lucifer had stocked up on coffee before even heading to his study. The pot was now standing next to him, already half-empty.

He was aware that today would be yet another sleepless night spent bent over his table with a cramped wrist and aching shoulders. Still, it had to be done, and working through the night would give him a head start he’d be unable to reach by working during the daytime when his brothers were up to no good.

As Diavolo's right hand man he couldn't allow himself to deliver anything less than perfect. After all, he had to ensure that nothing was standing in the way of Diavolo’s vision for the Devildom. Irritatingly enough, that included sorting through countless foolish applications in the middle of the night. 

Nothing except for the quiet humming of a cursed record and the frantic scratching of pen on paper filled Lucifer's study as he worked through document after document. He only realized how much time had already passed when the morning light opened its eyes, blinking shily as the first rays started to peek through the curtains. 

Although he was exhausted and overworked, Lucifer knew he had to keep going, knew he had to push himself further. He had started a war on less hours of sleep, so this should be nothing but a small feat. 

Although he was aware of the heaviness of his eyelids and the way his body was practically buzzing with exhaustion, he shoved both aside for later consideration.

Lucifer let out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose as he started to feel the first pangs of a headache coming in. He paid them no mind and took out another stack of papers, beginning to scan the writing. Although he was reading the words on the page, his brain refused to make sense of the letters. Annoyed, Lucifer tried to blink the blurriness out of his eyes, rubbing them when it did not help. 

He needed sleep, desperately so, but that would mean having to fall behind on even more paperwork.

Diavolo was counting on him, even more so than usual. The Crown Prince of the Devildom was currently on a two-week trip to the neighbouring Kingdom to see its reigning Queen, Rose. For the time being he’d left the Devildom in Lucifer and Barbatos’ capable hands.

Although Lucifer felt honoured to be held in such high regards, the expectations weighed heavily on his shoulders. He finally lost the fight against the exhaustion when his eyelids fell shut and his body decided to follow gravity’s call. With a particularly painful thud his head hit the table and Lucifer felt more awake than ever before.

“Curses,” he mumbled as he rubbed the sore spot where his forehead had just hit the hard desk. He was quite certain that it would leave a considerably sized bump behind. Great, his brothers would most certainly have a field day with that. 

Enough was enough. At this point even he had to admit temporary defeat.

Lucifer put down his pen and stood up slowly. Even though he was fairly used to being overworked, he felt worse for wear. There was a tickling in the back of his throat and a heaviness to his chest that were promising the onset of a cold, something he most certainly didn’t have the time for. Despite his state of denial, Lucifer's head was buzzing with what had finally turned into a full blown headache. Additionally, he had grown overtly aware of the soreness of his throat and the shortness of his breath. 

Lucifer crossed the room to open a window. Wasn’t fresh air supposed to cure all ailments?

To no surprise, the warm morning breeze did little to lift his spirits. When a shiver ran through his body Lucifer’s throat cramped up and the urge to cough became too strong to withstand. Quickly, he lifted his elbow so he could cough into its crook. 

This was not the time to get sick. He still had two stacks of paperwork to go through, several new announcements to prepare for and a couple of Mammon's most recent messes to deal with. Temporarily returning his credit card had been an obvious lapse in judgement. 

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks.

Something small seemed to be stuck to his rolled up sleeve. His eyes wandered down towards it and he picked it up with two fingers. Small and white as it was, Lucifer almost mistook it for a stray bit of paper. When he took a closer look, he realized his mistake.

It was a white rose petal.

Lucifer blinked slowly, almost owlishly. The record he had put on resumed playing, the clicking of the needle setting down again echoing through his mind. A minute passed. 

 Lucifer felt as if he was running through all stages of grief at once. This little petal, no matter how small and insignificant it looked at a first glance, had turned his world upside down in the span of mere seconds.

This was complicating things. 

Outwardly, he still looked calm and unbothered. After all, he had perfected his poker face aeons ago. He knew better than to let it slip, even in the privacy of his own home. The walls had ears and even his brothers’ loyalties were wandering at best when they thought they could benefit from a situation. 

With two fingers, he turned over the small flower petal he'd evidently just coughed up and took his time to inspect it thoroughly.

Realistically, he knew what this had to mean. The Devildom was home to various strange and inexplicable diseases, yet none came even remotely close to resembling this one. It was quite rare to find yourself coughing up flower petals after all. Lucifer knew with an impending sense of certainty that this had to be the first telltale sign of the Hanahaki Disease. It was a rare illness, often romanticised in literature, but in reality quite ruthless when it ran its course. 

A sudden wave of anger ran from the sole of his feet up to his spine. Lucifer allowed his frustration to take over and in the blink of an eye, he swept the stacks of paper, bottles of ink and his mug off the table. The mug shattered upon impact, spilling coffee everywhere. It had been a gift from Diavolo. Lucifer found himself staring at it for a moment, his chest heaving from the effort before he knelt down, all that hot white anger gone in the blink of an eye. With shaking fingers, he began to pick up the mug’s broken remains. Just as he set the last broken piece aside, there was an unexpected sound that caught his attention. Quickly, he lifted his head.

There were steps outside the door, the movement quiet and careful, almost imperceptible if it weren’t for the rustling of fabric someone clearly tried to suppress. There was no knock to be heard, yet the door was pushed open regardless. A blond head of hair came into view as Satan stuck his head around the corner and watched Lucifer with an intrigued look on his face. Most likely, the promise of witnessing his brother in an enraged state of mind had lured him in. His eyes trailed over the mess on the ground and he let out a low whistle.

“I think you dropped something there,” he said casually before nodding towards the mess that was Lucifer's study. Lucifer felt his patience thinning by the second. 

“Satan,” he began slowly, each word carefully chosen. “If you believe that now is the time to test my patience, then you're terribly mistaken. You have three seconds, and if you still choose to continue standing there after, I swear to everything unholy.” He lifted his pointer in a threatening motion. “One.”

Satan crossed his arms. “And what will happen then?”

“Two.”

“Well clearly, you don't plan on making your threats reality. You're all bark no bite, how embarrassing.”

For a moment, Lucifer paused. Satan took another step into the room.

“Three.” Without hesitation, he chucked the heaviest Devildom encyclopaedia he could find at Satan's head. Satan managed to dodge just in time, letting out a surprised shout as he retreated three steps. The book hit the door and fell to the ground face-first.

“And they say I'm the one with the anger issues,“ he mumbled. He threw his big brother one last dirty look before booking it. Before he knew it, the door fell shut with a big slam.

Now that he was all by himself again, Lucifer let himself sink down into his chair. 

For the first time in a long time he had to admit that he was in over his head.

“So how are things faring, is everything alright? Your brothers aren't causing you too much grief, right?“ Diavolo's cheery voice sounded through the speaker of Lucifer's phone, deep and familiar.

“Are you eating right and getting enough sleep? Your voice sounds different than usual, you're not coming down with a cold now, are you?“ he continued. 

Diavolo's stream of sentences was neither uncommon nor strange. Lucifer sighed deeply. He had no issues keeping up with Diavolo's ramblings, after all he'd had years upon years to learn how to decipher them best, how to discern between what was important and what was mere smalltalk.

“Diavolo-“

“Hold that thought. You've been overworking yourself again, that's it, isn't it? That sounds very much like a thing you would do.“ For a moment Diavolo’s voice took on a softer tone. “Consider your own health and capabilities please. Nobody wishes to see you falter.”

Lucifer snorted. “Need I remind you that you were the one who let his work pile up in the first place, leaving me to clean up the mess you created? I will not allow myself to waste even a single second when we're this far behind on work,” he replied, massaging his temple with his free hand. “Barbatos and I carry all responsibilities while you're gone. The results I deliver shall be nothing less than perfection. Although your concern honours me, it is entirely misplaced. I can handle this just fine. There is no need to concern yourself with my capabilities.“

For a split second Lucifer's thoughts wandered and he found himself thinking about his ailment. The fact itself that he, Lucifer, had caught that wretched disease was akin to a spit in the face.

It was a widely known fact that Lucifer held an unwavering devotion to Diavolo. However, how deep this devotion truly ran was a secret he'd been hiding quite well for years now. Inappropriate feelings would only introduce unnecessary conflict to their relationship.

Just like that, Lucifer had vowed to never act upon these feelings. Carefully, he had held Diavolo at an arm's length only to get utterly betrayed by his own body and mind for it.

All of a sudden, Diavolo laughed heartily and Lucifer barely had the time to remove the phone from his ear to reduce the risk of suffering from eternal hearing loss.

There was a tickle in the back of his throat and he tried to clear it without drawing too much attention, hoping it'd be enough to force back the insolent little petal.

“If you overwork yourself, you'll get sick. I most certainly wouldn’t hesitate to tattle on you and send Yuuta or one of your brothers after you.” For a moment, he seemed to ponder over his own words. “Like a babysitter! I'd pay a fair amount of Grimm to see such a rare sight!” Diavolo exclaimed, once again lost in boisterous laughter.

“Cease this madness. I hardly need a babysitter.”

“An attendant, then?”

A rare smile ghosted over Lucifer's lips before he caught himself. He pinched the DDD between his chin and shoulder as he began working on a complaint one of the teachers had submitted about Asmodeus and that wretched sorcerer misusing empty classrooms for both illicit and explicit activities. He wasn't even surprised anymore, this was fairly typical for his often promiscuous brother. When it came to his siblings, he was by now fairly desensitised to their shenanigans. The sorcerer was nothing but an added bonus. An unwanted and particularly annoying one, but a bonus nonetheless. 

“Is there anything else you might need from me?” Lucifer asked. Originally he had called to give a report on the happenings in the Devildom, but somehow he had been lured into multiple nonsensical discussions with Diavolo instead.

“Oh not really, I actually just wanted to hear your voice, Lucifer. It sounds even more charming through the speaker, than it does in real life, if I may say so myself.” Diavolo answered nonchalantly.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort. Before he could reply, a wave of nausea ran through his body. He could feel a petal forcing its way up his throat. When he slapped his hand over his mouth and breathed out through his nose, his DDD dropped to the ground with a loud thud. The petals came out quickly and quite aggressively at that. Lucifer opened his fist just to be faced with 5 petals. It was sickening to watch how quickly the illness progressed. With a low growl he crushed the petals in his fist.

“Lucifer? What happened?” he could make out Diavolo's muted voice coming from the ongoing phone call.

Lucifer cursed inwardly. Angrily, he wiped his mouth and picked up the phone again.

It took him a moment to clear his throat with as much dignity as he could muster. “I have told you before, Diavolo, you needn't shower me with praise like that. It caught me by surprise.”

“If I remember correctly you told me that I shouldn't praise you excessively in public. You never said anything about me not praising you during our time off. After all, you are our brilliant morning star. I just couldn’t help it.” Diavolo replied smoothly. Lucifer wondered how he wasn’t embarrassed by any of the sugary words that had just left his lips.   

“I don't remember having become yours,” he pushed back. 

The vines infesting his lungs shifted slowly, a slithering sensation akin to a snake approaching its prey. Lucifer's chest swelled with nothing but want. He took the feeling right by the throat and crushed it.

On the other end of the call, he could hear Diavolo shuffling around.

“Are you certain that everything's alright? Somehow, you're acting differently today. If there's anything bothering you, just say the word. You know I'd go above and beyond for you,” Diavolo said. “You are my dearest friend and we've known each other for an eternity and longer,” he then added and Lucifer shuddered. “Allow me to look after you when it is needed.” 

Lucifer did not know how such an offer could ever be acceptable. “I would appreciate it if we could switch topics now-,” he cleared his throat before he sighed. “Where were we?”

The broad smile on Diavolo's face was almost audible.

They kept talking until Lucifer had to get ready for a meeting at RAD.

“I shall see you soon then!” Diavolo exclaimed as Lucifer was standing in front of the mirror, busy straightening and adjusting his uniform.

“Of course. Certainly I can count on you not getting yourself in trouble while you're away? There are only a few days left and I fear I might start getting wrinkles if I have to deal with even more childish shenanigans.”

This got a chuckle out of Diavolo. “Don't fret. You would still be blindingly stunning even with wrinkles, there's nothing to worry about.” For a moment, Lucifer remained silent as he forced his heart to remain calm. “Ah, I can already imagine the expression you must be carrying right now. What I would give to be able to see it in person again. I can't wait to return home to you!” He sighed deeply. “But now, I shall take my leave and return to my duties for that to happen. Farewell, Lucifer!”

For a moment Lucifer found himself staring at the black screen of his DDD. 

“What did he-?” The vines in his chest shifted once again and pulled him harshly to his knees, leaving him coughing and choking. A whole white rose fell to the ground with a wet splat. It was covered in blood and spit.

Lucifer stared at the bloody petals.

Diavolo must have meant that he couldn't wait to return to both Barbatos and him, to the Demon King's castle, to his home. 

Lucifer shook his head as he picked up the offending flower. What an insult it was to both his devotion and his professionalism. Hanahaki Disease was for utter fools who went out of their way to fall in love with people that were way out of their league and unable to return those feelings, thus causing severe bodily harm. Lucifer had always considered them nothing more than idiotic fatalities. Now, he begrudgingly had to face his own arrogance and admit that he wasn't any better than those fools.

Despite everything, he was in love with Diavolo. Perhaps, that was even an understatement, regardless of whether he was willing to admit it or not. Lucifer had sworn his loyalty to him, had carried his devotion on his chest like a badge of honour ever since. 

The thought of a life in which they were of equal standing, one where Lucifer would have the right to entertain carnal and romantic thoughts about Diavolo made him laugh out loud. It was a cold and harsh thing. The sound echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls.

Swiftly, Lucifer picked himself up again. He straightened the folds of his uniform and collected his thoughts. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. He was Lucifer the Morning Star, the Avatar of Pride, feared in all three realms alike. 

He threw one last detached look at the blood-covered white rose. An image he had assumed long forgotten already forced its way past his memories before he could stop it. Lucifer, cowering on the ground, the remnants of his wings lying before him, so purely white yet still utterly wrecked, dipped in red where he had ripped them from the space between his shoulder blades and rib cage, not quite ready to grow into something else entirely just yet. His eyes, bloodshot as they were, were set on the ground, on that infertile, deadly soil. Then, a hand came into view. When he reached out and their palms connected, he felt a shock running through his body. Diavolo's hand had been sturdy and warm even back then. 

He allowed himself a moment to collect himself, allowed himself a moment to let the most superficial part of his frustration simmer down before he made his way towards the door.

He stopped dead in his tracks. There was a rustling sound, like fabric in motion. Out of the corner of his eye, he heard hushed whispers and saw shadows dashing away from the door. Whoever it was, it was clear that they'd been watching him for a while. This was a fact he wouldn't let slide easily. 

“Hold it right there or you shall be punished extensively,” Lucifer said slowly, his voice eerily calm. How much had they seen? 

The sound of feet tapping stopped, so whoever had been eavesdropping seemed to have given up on trying to run away. “Reveal yourselves,” he demanded. 

“We weren’t eavesdropping, I swear!” came a voice from the door. It was pearly like a wind chime, high in its tone and sweet with the way an apology laid on the tip of its tongue. 

“Do you really think this is the time to be lying?” whispered a hushed voice back, just to get shushed by the other.

Lucifer growled. After a moment of silence, footsteps were heard and then, Asmodeus and Yuuta moved back into frame, looking fairly sorry. This was hardly a surprise. Lucifer had recognized Asmo’s voice straight away.

He stepped forward and grabbed both of them by their collars, one in each hand, yanking them back into the room and slamming the door shut behind them with his foot.

Asmodeus stumbled rather gracefully before quickly turning around. Although there was no harm done, Yuuta still caught him by the waist, making the demon giggle. “Why thank you, darling,” he murmured. 

With crossed arms and furrowed brows Lucifer considered them. After all, his brother and housemate posed no threat to the Devildom, perhaps only to Lucifer's own state of mind. 

“You insolent brats. Pray tell, what business do you two have to be intruding on mine? Asmodeus, have I not taught you better? And Yuuta, although I am aware you haven't had the privilege to spend your youth around the proper crowd, that doesn't excuse such invasive behaviours. Certainly, those pesky sorcerers haven't taught you to intrude on the privacy of others.”

Yuuta tilted his head. “Actually, they have,” he replied calmly. “On more than one occasion.” 

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath. “I will choose to ignore that statement. Did the two of you perhaps wish to get punished? I can surely think of at least a hundred torture methods to suit your tastes,“ he threatened, his voice low. “Unless you make haste and explain what you think you were doing.”

Without any hesitation Asmo moved closer to Lucifer and got up in his face, disregarding the casual invasion of privacy. He put one finger against his own lips and batted his lashes. 

“Oh my darling older brother! Admit to it, you would rather punish someone else entirely.” “And who, pray tell, would that be?”

Asmo’s facial expression dropped, all pretence gone, and his voice took on a more sombre tone, suddenly so quiet it was almost imperceptible. He lowered his hand and carefully put it on his brother's shoulder.

“The person who is responsible.” Asmodeus took in a shuddery breath. “We really didn't mean to spy, we were just passing by.” His dainty hand pulled into a fist. “Lucifer, we saw everything. It's Hanahaki, isn't it? I never thought you would catch it, but…. it's not too late just yet, isn't it?”

When he received no answer, only Lucifer's tight lipped stare, he let out a breath of air and his behaviour changed at the drop of a hat. Perhaps he knew that if there was one thing Lucifer refused to accept, then that would be pity. 

“Oh, how sad,“ he sighed as he waved his hand dramatically and turned back around to Yuuta, wrapping his arms around him tightly, quietly muttering into his shoulder. “I don't know what to do, won't you cheer me up, my handsome prince?“ Asmodeus hid his face in the human's shoulder, the tears threatening to spill betraying his little act. 

Yuuta patted his back reassuringly. “It will be alright, Asmo, but now really isn't the time to-“

It was too little too late. Lucifer had already grabbed his brother by the collar, yanking him away from the human and shoving him roughly against the door.

Asmo yelped in surprise. “Hey! Not my beautiful face!“

“Cease your babbling and open your ears this once. This is none of your business Asmodeus,“ Lucifer whispered in his ear.

Yuuta had already gotten used to the unnecessary violence he often stumbled upon in the Devildom, so he raised an eyebrow at the oldest brother. He gathered himself before letting out a deep groan, running his hand over his face in exasperation.

“Why do you have to be like that?” he groaned. “Let go of him.”

“Perhaps you've forgotten that he is a demon. This hardly hurts him. I don't want to hear a single word from you, Yuuta. You aren't off the hook either.”

He then dropped Asmodeus and fixed the two of them with a glare. ”I'm letting you off scot-free this time. But believe me, you do not want to disrespect me like that again. I already have my mind set on several punishments for you two in case I see a repeat of tonight's actions.”

For a moment, they all were quiet. 

Lucifer raised one eyebrow. “So? Are you at a loss for words? I'm waiting.”

Finally, Asmo looked up. There was an unmistakable look of concern tainting his delicate features. His big eyes were shiny with the threat of tears. 

“I am sorry, but please listen to what I have to say. You don't even have to answer, please just listen.”

It was quiet except for the continuous ticking of a clock.

Yuuta felt the urgent need to dig a hole and just throw himself into it, or maybe morph into the wall and disappear completely. 

“Very well. I'm only allowing this because you are my brother, Asmodeus. Do not disappoint me.”

“Lucifer I know you don't like to share your feelings with us, but please think about yourself for once!” He grabbed his brother's hands and pulled them close to his chest. Lucifer stiffened upon the touch, but still allowed it. “Talk to Lord Diavolo when he returns. I couldn't bear seeing you-” he swallowed deeply. “I couldn't bear seeing you die because you're too proud to open up and take a chance. I know the way love works best, if you ignore it it will turn around on you. Lord Diavolo surely wouldn't mind! It's clear to see how enamoured he is with you, his eyes have never strayed, not even once! The only demon he ever looks at is you. Suitors keep their distance from you because they see you as already spoken for.”

Lucifer did not ask how Asmodeus could be so certain about who was the source of his newfound ailment. He had an inkling he wouldn't like the answer waiting for him. 

Asmo let go of Lucifer's hands and wrapped his hand around Yuuta’s arm instead. When Lucifer remained quiet, he only sighed. “Please consider it. Please say you will.”

“I do not make it a habit to promise things I have no power over. Now leave before I change my mind.”

Asmo pulled Yuuta closer to his side. “We’ll be off then,” he mumbled with a small voice. 

With that, the two of them dashed out of the room, leaving Lucifer to his own devices again. Asmodeus looked over his shoulder before the door fell shut, his lips pressed tightly together. 

For a moment, foolish as it was, Lucifer entertained the thought of Diavolo returning his feelings. He was quick to remind himself to snap out of it.

It was true that he was aware of how focused Lord Diavolo was on him, but it was nothing more than the sort of interest a child would have for their newest favourite toy. Ever since the day Lucifer had fallen, Diavolo had paid much more attention to him than to anybody else.

Still, it was different from what Asmodeus was trying to convince him of. The devotion Lucifer felt towards Diavolo wasn't one to be received in return.

To think that Asmodeus had been daring enough to call him out on it. Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows. How preposterous that his brother assumed Diavolo would ever devote himself to him so deeply. 

Suddenly, he found himself reminded of the demon prince's intense eyes, his broad build and rich, tan skin. In the Devildom’s mellow darkness, he always shone the brightest. 

For a moment he entertained an experimental string of thoughts, caught himself thinking of what it would be like to have Diavolo's strong hands on his shoulders, his waist, his neck, those luscious lips pressed upon his own in kind. 

His body was quick to reprimand him as he was interrupted by the feeling of several petals forcing their way up his windpipe. Quickly, Lucifer grabbed the nearest trash can and coughed them out, the petals and his feelings along with them. There went his dignity.

As he stared at the petals, a laugh escaped his lips.

The great Lucifer, reduced to nothing but unwarranted feelings.

As soon as he was done, he picked up his tired bones, getting up to check himself in the mirror. The demon staring back at him was a familiar sight.

Miraculously, his uniform still looked pristine, no fold out of place. However his face was telling a different story. The bags under his eyes were pronounced and although the look in his eyes was as cold as usual, if one were to look closely enough it would be easy to see the emptiness hiding in plain sight.

Lucifer clicked his tongue. Anger was a hot thing, rising up in his chest and boiling over like a kettle filled with too much water. It was a sensation he was closely acquainted with. Before he could stop himself, his fist rushed forward, breaking through the smooth surface of the mirror. Hot blood was running down his knuckles onto the shards on the ground. The silence was interrupted by the quiet sound of his blood dripping onto the pristine tiles.

Lucifer felt sufficiently punished. Was he not a fool for overstepping his bounds, attempting to push his misplaced and disruptive feelings onto Diavolo?

Lucifer checked the time. A speck of blood had found its way onto his wristwatch. He wiped it off without comment.  

Quietly, he bandaged his hand. As soon as he was done he grabbed his DDD and checked the time again. As Diavolo's right hand man and current representative, he had no business arriving late.

Asmodeus still held onto Yuuta's arm as they walked down the hallway. They hadn't said much since they'd escaped from Lucifer's room. They were both sufficiently shaken. 

“So,” Yuuta started, glancing at Asmo as he broke the silence. “You were right after all. When you first told me something was wrong I thought you were full of shit. I mean it's Lucifer we're talking about here. His face always looks the same to me. That man has two expressions: mildly disappointed, which I’d say is his default, and angry. I really didn't think anything was wrong. But for him to catch Hanahaki...”

Asmo threw him an unhappy look, worrying his lip. “He's always been like this. His devotion to Lord Diavolo might as well be his downfall. He's so dedicated he sees himself as nothing but a tool. I think he believes that's what it takes to be respected. Back in the Celestial Realm, he was just the same.”

Yuuta allowed Asmo to hold onto his arm even more tightly. “So it's like that. Honestly, I can't say I'm all that surprised.”

Although his hands were shaking, Asmo’s grip was almost painful. “Why can't he just accept that there's nothing wrong with being completely enamoured with someone? Love is supposed to be something beautiful. Of course, it comes with its own kind of pain, but it shouldn't come with death.”

Yuuta ran his hand through his hair and sighed. 

“There's gotta be something we can do.”

“He's not gonna like it if we meddle.”

“He’ll have to suit himself then.”

Chapter 2

#my writing #obey me #dialuci #hanahaki disease #angst #angst with a happy ending #diavolo #lucifer #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #MC is my OC #but he's just there ig #chapter fic #this is a rewrite!! if you've read this before no you haven't!!

[rainiishowers]

I already have so many drafts but...

I REALLY WANT TO WRITE A DIALUCI HANAHAKI DISEASE AU, LIKE, I CAN IMAGINE SO MANY BAD OR HAPPY ENDINGS

#obey me shall we date #omswd #dialuci #angst #fluff

[pseudonymphomania]

Until the day I turned off the light I never knew I could loathe how a shadow could be so bright.

#my wips #dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #diavolo x lucifer #obey me dialuci #my poetry #I’m in the mood for dialuci angst

[justaweasel]

Thinking about broken up DiaLuci except I project again

Diavolo used to have so many saved photos of Lucifer, their conversations, candid shots, the like

He had them saved on his phone and even some on his own personal laptop

When they had broken up, he couldn't really bring himself to delete the photos, it would be like deleting the memory, and he wouldn't want to forget Lucifer, no

It's not like their relationship ended badly, life just got in the way

And so, even years later, when the nights are coldest and the other side of his bed are empty

He looks through the photos, thinking about what once was, what could've been

He shakes and cries as silently as possible, he wouldn't want to worry Barbatos over something so trivial anyway

Scrolling through the photos he still can't bring himself to delete

He looks back on himself, things were so happy back then, he was so happy back then

Of course, the breakup was for the best, but that doesn't mean he can't miss those touches

Those private moments of peace between them

The kisses and the cuddles

Nights where the only thing he could look forward to was Lucifer in his bed

During weeks where the only think keeping him feathered was the thought of Lucifer waiting for him

The "I love you more" fights

All gone.

All because life had gotten in the way.

Why would it be so? Was he just destined for loneliness? Would the cold embrace of the solitude always creep it's way into his bed, instead of that love he yearned and craved?

Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe life would always get in the way in the end.

He eventually falls asleep, tears staining his otherwise perfect features. No one would think such a being would harbor half the sadness he carries daily. Maybe that was for the best.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #diavolo x lucifer #diavolo obey me #lord diavolo #lucifer obey me #dialuci #angst #light angst #projecting #angst with a sad ending