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blissxjj · 2 months
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The brothers (Lucifer/Mammon/Beel) + dateables (Diavolo) make mc cry
Lucifer:
You were being scolded in his office as usual along with the other brothers, for some reason, he kept blaming you for everything saying that
"You are the attendant you must stop them blah blah blah"
You never talked back to Lucifer in these moments where he was really angry, you just shut up and take it, but you couldn't help the feeling. You lips quivered and he noticed it along with the others. You suddenly burst out crying like never before. You cried of stress, anger, frustration it was all too much to handle.
Lucifer felt bad and told everyone to leave before he held your hand and pulled you close for a hug he swore to never blame you again and he made it up to you with a month off the attendant work.
Mammon:
He was playing in the casino when you came in and ordered him to leave. He was stubborn and you had to use the pact power to drag him out once outside, he started screaming at you saying that he was about to win the whole thing. You tried to reason with him because Diavolo is the one that gave you strict orders to get Mammon immediately. He wouldn't listen, he kept yelling at you amd you found yourself being overwhelmed with emotions
Amd there it was, a tear ran down your eye and you started bowling. Mammon panicked and didn't know what to say other than stuttering and apologizing over and over, you screamed at him
"I was ordered yo get you out the c-casino and back home" you explained to him your actions. And now it ached even more Mammon tried his best to cheer you up all the way back home and bought you ice cream.
Beelzbub:
We all know how he gets when he is hungry, i am talking real hungry...
Unfortunately for you, you were the first one to meet him after his fangol match that he lost. And yes he was tired and starving, and really just not in the mood for anyone, and there you were running towards him . You said
"Beel! You were amazing-" he cut you off saying "MC please i am in no mood for talking right now"
You quite down, but keep smiling nonetheless. He brushed past you and you walk behind him, you said
"You played well there are more matches to come" he suddenly looked back and lashed out on you telling you to shut up
"What do you know about fangol anyways just leave me alone"
Your eyes started to water and he snapped back to his senses , but it was too late to say anything as you ran away crying
"MC wait!" Only then he realized his mistake, he waited fir you and him to calm down he grabbed a snack to fill his stomach and came to talk to you in your room, you ended up apologing repeatedly to each other before you burst out laughing and hug it out.
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Diavolo:
He normally is a calm, collected and nice person. Poor you saw theworst of him today when he was scolding you for leaving the house late at night without one of the brothers by your side
He was worried for the image of his exchange program, what would they thing if MC got hurt. He forgot that the most important is the student itself
He stopped yelling when he heard your sniffling, Diavolo never seen you cry before and he panicked and came to your side, he cupped your face in his hands and wiped your tears away with his thumb, all he wanted now is to hold you and tell you how sorry he is for letting his anger distract him from keeping you happy.
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Hello hello! I’m on my obey me shit again thanks to Nightbringer so please enjoy this self indulgent fic. If I was in MC’s place I def would have a breakdown so you will too <3 also I may have sprinkled some itsy bits Solomon x reader
Word count: 800+
Warnings: nightbringer spoilers (just like the main idea, nothing too bad), mental break, hurt/comfort ish, breaking shit, crying, Solomon being soft for reader, gn!reader
- Outlet -
You sat on your new bed in an unfamiliar house in a place that should feel like home. After Solomon dropped the bomb that without reforging the pacts you would essentially be stuck in the past forever, you excused yourself to take a shower to clear your head.
The shower, unfortunately, was counterproductive and actually just made your thoughts more jumbled. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry or both or neither. Everything looked the same but nothing was the same. Except for Solomon, but that wasn’t really helping you right now. He couldn’t help you, not really.
You were in the past. You hadn’t even been born yet. Hell, your great grandparents hadn’t even been born yet. You couldn’t go to anyone for comfort. Solomon, bless his heart, doesn’t know how to comfort someone to save his life. Or theirs, considering he always offers to make them food. You didn’t have any family or friends here. Your best friends had no clue who you were, didn’t trust you enough to stay close. You were completely alone.
You had tried to scroll through the old messages between you and your boys, but it’s as if they had been deleted, or never happened. Technically they hadn’t yet. Everything was adding up and you weren’t sure how to let it out. You didn’t like to yell, you weren’t the type, but that’s all you wanted to do. Just scream and curse at whoever or whatever had done this to you. Had taken away everything and everyone you had ever loved and then dangled it in front of you, close enough to see, not to touch.
You stood up and walked over to a desk that sat in your room. On it was an antique lamp, some ceramic statue, and other stuff that really just looked breakable.
So that’s what you did.
You shoved everything off of the desk. The lamp clattering and the statue shattering. With a racing heart, you walked over to the bookshelf just a few paces away and starting demolishing it. Books, heavy and light, were thrown every which way. You went around the room, ripping open drawers and cupboards and just absolutely tearing everything up. Papers, clothes, pens, curtains. Anything and everything that wasn’t bolted down was a victim of your vengeful hands. You threw the covers off of the bed, the pillows following not long after.
Finally, there was nothing left to destroy. But your anger had subsided and this the waterworks began. Tears, hot and fat and unrelenting rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed. Curled up on the bed, hands covering your ears and pulling at your hair as your legs were splayed limp in front of you.
You were unsure how long you grieved for the life taken from you, but sobs had turned into soft sniffles and whimpers. A gentle knock on the door and a soft call of your name brought you back to yourself. You quickly wiped away the tears and snot that dribbled down your chin, carefully stepping over your mess to open the door for Solomon.
His eyes glanced at the room for just a moment before meeting your tired and puffy eyes. With a gentle touch, he guided you out and pulled you to another room, presumable another guest bedroom. You were numb, could barely process the soft words he was whispering as he helped you under the covers. When he turned to leave, you panicked, grabbing his wrist tightly to stop him.
“Please,” you whimpered, eyes welling up again. His gaze softened, “Don’t leave me alone.”
He hesitated, but when you uttered his name so softly, voice wavering with fear and grief, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you. Then again, he never really could to begin with. Solomon gently lifted the covers, sliding in next to you as you made room for him.
He didn’t protest as you laid your head on his chest, hand tightly gripping his shirt as if he would disappear at any second. His arm draped around your shoulders, holding you against him while his other hand rested on top of your fist that gripped his shirt. The exhaustion caught up to you pretty quickly and he decided to quietly utter a spell that would ensure you a dreamless sleep.
Solomon didn’t fall asleep right away. He stayed up, thinking about you. How could he help you? If you thought it was hard to forge pacts with the brothers in the future, the past will be damn near impossible. They didn’t trust anyone except each other. But Solomon had faith, you had a history of doing the impossible.
He looked down at your resting figure, still holding tightly to him even in your sleep. You huffed, nuzzling your face into his shirt . He smiled, color rushing to his cheeks and he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You settled and he finally allowed his eyes to close, vowing with the last bit of consciousness he had that he would help you get back, no matter the cost.
- Fin-
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God, MC's really going through it huh? Can't they just catch a fucking break for once💀
Actually wait no
make the curse so that the promise is binding
*shaking solmare by the lapels* make the promise binding goddamnit so that MC is as tied to the brothers as they are to MC
no because, in terms of power, MC & the brothers' relationship has always been one-sided. There's a huge power imbalance (which is why I find it funny whenever anyone complains about the power imbalance between Lucifer & Diavolo because are we playing the same game???? MC has literal control of the brothers' lives in their hands. We know Lucifer can go against Diavolo's wishes because we've seen him do so. Hell he can even get away with punishing Diavolo the way he does his brothers. They have an understanding/contract between them but it's not binding. MC on the other hand has actual control of their lives. Just because they don't use that power often doesn't mean it's not present) and the only thing that makes it okay is the fact that we know MC loves the brothers, would do anything for them and won't ever take advantage of them
And right now, in Nightbringer time, we've seen how overprotective and paranoid Lucifer is, making a pact rn and giving that much control to a human would seem like hell to him, even if that human is one he feels connected to
But if the promise to protect the brothers and bring them joy was binding then that's basically a pact on MC's part towards all of them. It says that even if they have all this control over the brothers they can never use it in a way that will hurt the brothers, that they can only use it to protect them/make them happy
And look, to be honest, I don't really care about the current power imbalance between MC & the brothers ('cos it's fiction, you can't apply real world morals to it and it really doesn't matter) BUT in a storytelling perspective, to close that circle and have them both be bound to each other is just so satisfying
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therainningtown · 1 year
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Hello! Feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfy! May I please request a male MC getting genuinely pissed at the other demons (not the brothers) in the Devildom? Like I think someone makes one too many “Y’know Mammon is pretty useless” / “Asmo is about as useful as Beel is smart.” comments or something along that lines and MC just starts a full on brawl. I want to see all 7 brothers staring at the fight like “👁️👄👁️ 🧍‍♂️”Bonus points if MC wins! It’s up to you if it ends with fluff or angst I just wanna see angry MC lmao. Thank you in advance!!
HELL THE FUCK—*Cough* *Cough* Sure :3
Mc Getting PISSED At Other Demons For Insulting The Brothers
Lucifer:
His outer reaction would be that of dissatisfaction.
But on the inside, he’s clenching his chest.
He just…Never had someone do that to defend him. Especially you, who is weaker than the demon you faced.
But he can’t make it a habit.
So he lectures you, very lightly. That akin to a slap on the wrist.
He knows you got insane satisfaction for it. But one must not fight for the avatar of pride.
Mammon:
You know Lucifer’s inner reaction?
Yeah that’s Mammon on the inside and outside.
He can’t believe it! His precious Mc, fought in his name ゚.+(〃ノωノ)゚.+°
Though, he’s your first man! He should be defending you!
Not the opposite way around! so no fighting anymore Mc.
He must protect you from the mean demons now.
Leviathan:
W-WHAT?!?!?
He can’t believe his own ears!!
“B-but I’m just a worthless..Mmhp.” Yeah just shut him up.
You say that he’s your bestest of friends, and he doesn’t deserve that type of talk.
His eyes start to glaze, “Y-You…You’re so sweeet Mccc, My Hennnry!”
He starts to cry, And Henry is judging you both.
Satan:
“Mc? What did we say about biting their ankles?” “Not to do it.” “And what did you do?” “Bite their eyeball…” “Wait what?”
Joking aside, he already knew what you accomplished.
He felt that rage in the pact, and how some people talked about the green glow.
He actually lectures you about it, he knows wrath. And it ain’t pretty for anyone including yourself.
Then he checks for any injuries. *Gotta make sure babe is okay!*
Asmodeus:
“Oh Mc~ You make feel so many things!” He fawns as you and the guy you’re beating up stare at him.
“Just continue…” “Gladly.”
After you’re finally done, Asmo jumps and attacks you with love. *Take it as you will.*
Its that. He never had someone do that for him.
He may be adored, but many of his fans don’t really help.
And you keep throwing surprises at him!
You really are a fantastic person~
Beelzebub:
“Mc, no.” “Mc, YES!”
Despite Beel’s size and his sports.
He never wants to jump into violence. Since of some…things.
He grabbed your flailing figure and walked away from the injured demon.
But he still gets the fuzzy feeling of love in his stomach and heart. <3
“I don’t want you hurt Mc…How about some ice cream? It helps me cool down!”
“Hm? What do you mean, ‘don’t put it on your muscles again?’”
Belphegor:
“BEAT HIS ASS HOE! BEAT HIS ASS HOE!”
Yeah, he ain’t doing a lot, but whatcha expect from the avatar of sloth himself?
But all that aside, he has mixed feelings about this.
1.He doesn’t like seeing you hurt or anything. 2.You really shouldn’t resort to violence that often.
How he is suppose to cuddle if you’re covered in casts?!
After a bit, he actually gets super bored and just groans to you.
“Mccc, can we go now? I need your lap to nap.”
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Basically Mc:
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psychocoffeeaddict · 1 year
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Sort of an Obey Me AU setting, where MC goes home after the first year but hasn’t built the same connections with the brothers like in the game. A bit of angst. Who doesn’t like a bit of a cry. I hope I achieved it. Hopefully nothing to trigger anyone. MC is GN, nothing inappropriate so kid friendly. I guess?
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Diavolo walked into the council room, observing the seven demons sitting around the table.
It’d only been a few days since MC had gone back to their human home. He’d received a thank you letter from them with some human world tea that Barbatos had been impressed to see. The brothers though, they didn’t seem to notice their absence. Despite the pacts, did they truly not build any connection?
He frowned to himself. Time to see for sure.
“Gentlemen! How are you all?” He smiled at them all and walked over to his spot next to Lucifer.
“My Lord, good afternoon.” Lucifer stood and bowed. His brothers stood and chorused hello as they too bowed. Everyone sat after Diavolo was seated.
Barbatos brought tea cups to everyone, and placed trays of treats in the centre of the table. He then proceeded to place a present in front of each of the seven. Lucifer watched him with a puzzled look. “Barbatos? What are these?”
Diavolo spoke up. “They are present rescued at each of your birthday parties this past year!” He beamed at each of them. “Most were accidentally scooped up with the torn wrapping paper. A couple had been found behind chairs at the castle.” He sipped his tea as the brothers looked at each other and then him in puzzlement.
“They are MC’s presents to each of you.” He paused. “They didn’t have money to buy the big, lavish presents others give us, but I myself found my birthday present a very thoughtful and heartfelt gift.”
Barbatos sat down and as he did he commented, “I found my present delightful as well.” He nibbled a cookie and smiled in remembrance.
“The human bought us gifts?” Mammon stared at the small box in front of him. His face was red and his greed was starting to glow in his eyes. “They really got something? I thought..” he stopped and dropped his gaze to his hands.
Levi had his hands covering his mouth, tears glistening in his eyes as he mumbled something to himself.
“Yes Mammon. MC bought something for each of you, and brought it to the parties, and in each case it was overlooked, and discarded. Barbatos and I rescued each one and waited to hear from all of you. However nobody said anything. I feel bad that I never told MC they were never opened. They seemed sad enough that none of you mentioned the presents to them I thought telling them we had found them discarded would hurt worse.” He sipped more tea.
“But they hardly spoke..” Satan stopped talking. Asmo carried on for him. “They cowered most of the time! They hardly spoke up! We thought they didn’t like us!” He wrung his hands. “Are you saying they did care about us?! Lucifer! Did we ignore them for no reason?!” He looked at each of his brothers. “Did we not try hard enough?”
Lucifer sat frozen staring at the present wrapped in dark blue paper. Black, silver and blue ribbons cascaded from beneath a bow that glittered like a peacock’s feathers. He remembered MC pointing out the bow, asking what he thought of it. He’d casually said it was pretty and forgot all about it. They’d bought it to decorate his present. He looked in amazement at the other presents. They were small, but each showed a special touch that showed the wrapper had paid attention to the brothers likes.
He looked up into the sorrowful eyes of Diavolo. “My Lord..”
Diavolo held up his hand. “Why don’t you all open the presents? I’ll tell you a small story while you do so.” He proceeded to tell them about his talks with MC. How they had been an only child, not used to busy, noisy homes. How overwhelmed they’d felt, and how in awe of their housemates they were. How they had chattered during teatimes about the comings and goings of the brothers. How they had looked up to them, and how they had wished they were their siblings.
How scared they were to speak up, having spent most of their life being told not to talk back, and were often spoken over or ignored when they did try to speak up.
He spoke about how they didn’t know how to tell the brothers how they felt, and how the presents were to show the words they couldn’t say. And how disappointed they had been when nobody had mentioned the presents, that they had thought they had failed, but had smiled and made it out to be nothing to get upset about. How could a human hope to give a gift that compared to the amazing gifts that were opened by all?
As he spoke, the brothers opened their gifts.
Lucifer stared at the tie pin, a blue sapphire set in a feather, the fine silver wire flaring out making it seem like the slightest breeze would make it gently wave.
Mammon turned the gold money clip in his hands, it was engraved with his name and a pair of dice.
Levi clutched the delicate Ruri-chan tree ornament to his chest, tears dripping down his cheeks.
Satan caressed the bookmark he held. It featured a cat and kitten looking at a book together and was decorated with a green ribbon that would peek out of his books.
Asmo gasped and started to cry over the delicate red rose spray that was a lapel pin, he remembered pointing it out to MC in Majolish weeks before his birthday. He had told them that red was the colour of true love.
Beel pulled out a small credit sized card that was embossed with a cake. He read it out loud.”This entitles the bearer to a request of a dessert of their choice once a month, that they don’t have to share.” He put the cookie he’d been about to eat down and stared at the card.
Belphie pulled a similar card out and read his. “This entitles the bearer to a quilt made in the fabric of their choice.” He closed his eyes and wouldn’t look at anyone. Beel heard him whisper “they were going to make me a quilt.” Only Beel saw the tear drop from Belphie’s eye.
Diavolo waited, sipping tea as Barbatos refilled the cups of the brothers. When Barbatos tried to take ribbons and paper off the table, he suddenly found himself being thwarted. Mammon’s wrapping had disappeared without him seeing Mammon’s hands move. Beel clutched his ribbon and physically blocked Barbatos from reaching for it. Belphie just growled at him when he tried for his. It was the same with the others. Even Lucifer frowned and moved the bow and ribbons away from his reach.
He looked at Diavolo who was smiling in delight.
“Well, what do you all think?” Diavolo leaned back and looked at each brother, waiting for their replies. Nobody said anything, and Lucifer cleared his throat. He stroked his tie, and Diavolo hid his smile when he realized that Lucifer had already put the tie pin on and was stroking it unconsciously.
“I believe we owe MC an apology for our actions, and something to show that they meant more than we ever let them know.” His brothers nodded in agreement and Diavolo sat back as the arguments started. He picked up his cup and smiled into it. If it meant sitting here all night, he was willing to do so. Who would have thought he’d end up playing the roll of a Cupid?
He knew the brothers had been enamoured of MC, but he’d realized too late, that things had gone sideways, to step in earlier and by that time MC had thought he was humouring them when he had tried to tell them how much the brothers cared. If he had to pressure the brothers into what they needed to do, he would. But it looked like they were going to get there on their own. He glanced over to see Barbatos rolling his eyes at him and grinned in satisfaction.
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lorkai · 1 year
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Hello!!!
How r uuuu?
Could I request a little angst one-shot for Asmo please?
Maybe he cheats on his s/o while his s/o is away for a long time and then Asmo gets caught when he (the s/o) comes home?
(I used he/him pronouns because i'm more comfortable but any pronouns are fine ofc)
Thank you so much and feel free to ignore!and sorry if I' late with my answers!
Feel free to decline!
And thank you so much for always popping in my inbox it makes me so happy! 😍
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*・゜゚ A/N: I was late with this request, but in my defense Tumblr ate this a couple of times and deleted my last draft. I was this close 🤏 to throwing hands /hj. Hopefully you enjoy this n come request more times, dear! ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾
*・゜゚ Warning: Cheating, nudeness, implied sex, swearing, angst, Hurt/comfort, chapter 16, Male!Reader (he/him pronouns), I proofread twice, sorry for any mistakes.
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"What's up, MC?" Luke asked quietly, his small hand still holding tight to yours as you two crossed the streets. He was innocent but not foolish and you knew his eyes searched for something inside yours. He was like Simeon in that same way, always wanting to help, well, like father, like son, you thought with a faint laugh.
A laugh that left your lips quickly.
"I have a weird feeling. You know that weird feeling that something is going to happen at any moment? It's like that." You explained, moving your free hand back and forth as you spoke. If Solomon was there you knew he'd tell you it was because of your magic or something, but you knew that wasn't it. It was a suffocating, vicious feeling clinging to your chest. An unknown certainty that something or someone was trying to warn you. "Maybe it's just my imagination. Or anxiety, anything like that. Don't worry about me, Luke. Let's focus on getting these cupcakes for the brothers, okay?"
The very upset boy made a sign that he wanted to say something, moved his head from side to side in denial and contained himself with a big sigh. Whatever he was going to say, Luke judged it to be something you didn't need to hear at the moment, so he simply held your hand a little tighter as if he was afraid you'd suddenly disappear and he hurried to recount the sound his shoes made against the asphalt of the street, continuing to mutter to himself about the cupcakes you two spent hours making.
But you felt his gaze on you and you felt his small hand trembling in your grip.
Luke didn't react well to your death when he heard about it. No one would react well to such news and this news could not possibly reach Celestial Realm lest Michael resolve to create another conflict with Devildom in order to save a poor soul who happened to be killed in demonic territory, who came to be persuaded to make pacts against your will. So Simeon never reported this to his superior nor confided this to anyone but he also made the decision to bring you to live with them in Purgatory Hall so you would be safe and he escorted you at all times to make sure Belphie didn't try anything stupid again.
It was suffocating, especially in the beginning, but you understood him and you understood Luke too, even though he was still a child, he was a cherub and had made it his mission to be your guardian angel and be with you. with you whenever I need.
It was a cute gesture. But it was him, Simeon and Solomon who got you through those dark days, getting out of bed when your thoughts raced over your head or when you finally processed that you had died and started crying hysterically, along with the quiet moments with Barbatos and Diavolo in the castle, greenhouse, garden and library. They healed you and helped you until you could face the brothers again, until you could bear the thought of being around them again after being constantly threatened by Lucifer, going through near-death situations, and literally dying by one of their hands. .
It was almost ironic how months after that event, you were running around with outsized excitement to tell them about how you and Asmo were officially dating. It was a truly magical day that one, a day that made you smile so much your cheeks ached and your lips ached from so many kisses exchanged with the avatar of lust. He was a very caring boyfriend and he was also there holding your hand when the breath hitched in your throat, when you felt weak or angry, when the world seemed about to collapse on top of you after a relapse, after a nightmare. He was there for every single one of those moments to support you and show you a shoulder to lean on, Asmo was sweet like that. The best.
The silence that followed was a little awkward. Definitely not the uncomfortable kind of silence after you've said something embarrassing to someone or told a bad joke that no one laughs at, but the suffocating kind of silence where you can't hear your own breath against the wind, as if the world had stopped around you and there was only you there in the middle of a dark, dirty and silent room, like an old horror movie. As the outlines of the House of Lamentation began to appear on the horizon, you felt your heart pound and annoying little tears infest your eyes, just like that time when you were in the attic fighting for your life.
"I knew it, something's wrong." Luke crossed his arms, looking at you with worry. The little angel muttered to himself all the ways Simeon used to soothe you and then he looked at you more calmly, bringing your own hand to your chest so you could feel your chest beating. "Mc, breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. I'll do it with you if you want, but stay focused on the here and now."
It's cruel to think you laughed off his concerns. But it wasn't a panic attack you were having or anything like that, it was hard to explain to him, even though the words were on the tip of your tongue and your mind was struggling to remember them. Still, you followed his advice and regularized your breathing so that thoughts flowed more slowly in your head and you could think more clearly. "It's not that, little one. Like I said, it's just a bad feeling, but I don't know if I want to go in there anymore and apparently there are traces of magic in the air. Can you call Solomon or Simeon, please?"
You hesitantly kicked a rock out of your way and watched it roll down the street. The box of cupcakes you were holding was starting to make you nauseous with the cloying smell of chocolate and icing, but you took endured and hid what was going on on your face with an almost natural smile, watching as Luke hurriedly dialed the number of one of his friends as fast as he could. The young angel seemed more anxious and lost than you, mainly because he didn't know how to act if something serious happened and he knew well that not listening to his intuition could be a stupid thing to do. And even if he had magic he was still young and inexperienced, he needed the support of someone wiser and he knew it.
The voice on the other end of the line sounded calm and peaceful, but it got louder and more rushed as Luke explained what was going on and where you were. And the young angel didn't even have time to put his D.D.D in his pocket when the call ended, a few seconds later a black portal opened a few meters away from you and Solomon came out, hurried and arranging the characteristic cape on his shoulders. One look in your direction and he seemed to know what you felt, whether it was because he was a sorcerer or an extremely empathetic human you couldn't tell. His blue eyes focused hesitantly on the House of Lamentation, as if he felt the same way you did, and he swallowed hard, seeming to search for the right words.
"You feel it, don't you?" He asked. He motioned toward the house with his head and looked through the mask you'd tried to pull over your face to show that you were okay and that whatever you were feeling wasn't bothering you anymore. Angry, you bit your inner cheek, you hated when he read you that way. "No, it's not your imagination. There's a strange kind of magic surrounding the house and I believe it's overloading your senses, well our senses, it only affects humans, strangely curious if you ask me. It's almost like they want you to stay away from the house..."
The sorcerer seemed troubled by something, but he decided not to voice his thoughts until he had enough proof. It was how he was. And going towards you, he held your hand affectionately and let his magic run through your hand like a shield to protect you from that feeling. A chill spread through your arm and started running all over your body, it was strange and made you shiver several times, but the bad feeling finally dissipated and a sigh of relief escaped you along with a genuine smile.
"Under the circumstances I will be entering the House of Lamentation with you, just to make sure no harm comes to you." Said your mentor with a serious look that didn't belong on his smiling and suspicious face. But you had already made up your mind and you weren't going to back down just because a spell was trying to repel you so strongly that it messed with your feelings, you waved your hand as if his concern was something trivial but he understood what was going on behind the gesture and let out a nasal sigh.
Solomon lowered his eyes towards the box of cupcakes and nimbly stole one as he began to walk towards House of Lamentation, evading Luke's furious screams and his disapproving glare. 
"Boys, let’s go or I will use my magic to steal all the other cupcakes and eat every single one of them in front of you." He laughed.
Luke, terrified by such a threat, ran after him and you tried to yell at him to be careful or he would drop all the cupcakes, but he didn't hear you. Stifling a small laugh you followed them with careful steps, thoughtful and feeling like a storm was about to hit you as soon as you set foot inside the house. That was one of the only moments you hated having inherited Lilith's angelic powers, wondering why you couldn't just be a normal human surrounded by ordinary, boring people. 
But you soon scolded yourself and walked faster. Thinking about such things now was a little pointless and you didn't regret being a part of their family despite everything you'd gone through with them.
The sound of the piano playing was one of the first things that caught your attention. Contrary to your expectations the morning star was playing something deeply wistful and sad, almost as melancholy as the coffee he drank every morning and a sombre choir echoed through the mansion walls; suffocated, lifeless. The sound carried a somber air among the dimly lit halls of the house where shadows scurried along the walls and mocked you, and in the midst of your thoughts Luke held your hand firmly to show that he had your back.
 The young angel didn't like the gloomy atmosphere and you understood him perfectly with just one look, outside the day is lighter and more peaceful and today is especially happy and light, because you and Asmo celebrated a year together.
And to commemorate such an important date you wanted to give him something handmade. Something he liked and after hours of trying to think of something, the twins suggested that you give him something sweet.
Also, giving something handmade to a person was one of the angelic courtship traditions Simeon had been teaching you. And you're sure Asmo would cry with joy when he realized what you were doing. You could already smile knowing how he was going to scream and shout to the whole world 'mc is the best boyfriend in the world' and that alone, after the presence of your mentor and his self-appointed guardian angel, served to completely expel the bad feeling that sat at the top of your stomach.
"What are they singing, Luke?" You asked the young angel, half whispering, leading the three of you to the music room. Warmth and the scent of cinnamon filled the air around you as you entered, silently setting things down on the table.
The angel, however, cocked his head to the side for a second and thought. Finally he shrugged. "It's an ancient angelic language, I'm not sure."
When the chorus ceased, the brothers who were gathered around the piano Lucifer was playing turned around and Mammon let out a frightened cry when he saw you. The avatar of greed tripped over its own legs and fell, knocking Levi who was the closest person to him at the moment and making everyone else laugh at him and his embarrassed expression. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you watched each one present and a twinkle crossed your eyes when you realized Asmodeus wasn't there, which was strange considering he loved to sing and dance, or just show off his skills to anyone who was willing to see.
   Mammon got up and knocked the dust off his clothes. "Hey human, what is this? Is this a present for the Great Mammon?"
Levi snorted, barely containing the displeasure at his glare as he got up and checked that his cell phone was working. He soon looked towards the box of cupcakes on the table and took one - he had to secure his while Beel still hadn't noticed the sweet there. "Mc, if you're looking for Asmo, he's in his room. He said he needed to do his skin care routine."
You mumbled an alternate response and gripped your box of cupcakes tighter, suddenly feeling heavier than it was. Your heart was beating fast and the nervous smile on your face had the brothers chuckling softly, some of them patting you encouragingly on the shoulders and back.
Lucifer stood up and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a clumsy hug. "I'm sure he'll love it, Mc. Asmo has the two things he loves most here, do you know what they are?" Asked the elder in a tone he used when he tutored you in the laws of Devildom. But you denied it. "He has his favorite treats and he has you, the person capable of capturing his heart. Now go there, my good boy, surprise him."
A chorus of "good luck" and "you can do it" echoed through the music room and taking one last look in the direction where Luke had sat, talking animatedly with Beel about his recipes, you left towards Asmo's room. And you could still hear the brothers laughing and placing bets on how the avatar of lust would react to receiving their beautiful and simple gift, and after a while you heard nothing but your breathing and your pounding heart. A smile was already growing on your face with each step you took towards the rooms and you could smell the characteristic smell of cinnamon and chocolate, you could already feel his soft skin on your body when you were going to pull him into a hug, you could already feel the warm laughter on your neck, where Asmo loved to lay his face.
   However, just as you had your hand in the air to turn the doorknob and enter that room, that damn room, you heard something. Something you didn't expect to hear, not when he promised that scenario would never happen and would be forever yours. The sounds of skin meeting skin, ragged sighs for air, and finally the bed slamming against the wall, you could, despite not wanting to, imagine the person and Asmo in the act, how he was holding them by the hands while looking into their eyes. Sweat trickling down his neck as he smiled and whispered promises. And your heart stopped beating in that instant, knowing that you and your gift wouldn't be enough for selfish Asmodeus and his new toy.
Lucifer was sorely wrong. Asmo might even love sweets, but he had just shown that he didn't love you, that he didn't love you with the same strength you loved him.
And you did what you knew how to do best. You kicked that door so hard it slammed into the wall and alerted the two traitors to your presence, but the worst part was seeing how they were still together, lying in the same bed you once lay in. And the dreadful expression on Asmo's face was enough to tell you that he had been doing this for months, but that he didn't want to be caught in the act.
The avatar of lust moved fast, backing away from the demon and donning a robe while stammering the dumbest excuse he could think of at that moment. "Mc... It's not what it seems." He said after so much stuttering, his face visibly desperate. Asmo no longer had a pretty voice in your ears, irritating and loud, drawing out each syllable as he prayed for help, for something to happen that would take your attention away from him. "I can explain, my love. Don't look at me like that... Please, angel."
 But you decided to focus on the other demon who was covering themself with the sheet on the bed, smiling cheekily in your direction as if they didn't mind your presence. It was excruciating to wonder what that being in front of you had that you lacked, as obviously there had to be a reason Asmo cheated on you.
"Mc, say something!" He asked in an annoying whisper.
 But all you could feel was rage running through your veins, a rage so great that the Satan's pact in your body was glowing green and your eyes followed every move your ex made. He was only a few feet away from you and he seemed to want to get closer to wrap you in his sweaty arms, the smell of sex wafting off him repulsively and with every step he took you took two more back. You didn't want contact with him, you didn't want anything else, and every moment in there felt like a moment when your sanity slipped away and you were consumed by something else.
You always knew you were in hell, surrounded by demons, but just at that moment, this place that was your second home looked like a real hell.
"Cheater, I didn't come to interrupt you. I came to give you this fucking shit I spent three hours doing like an idiot, I sincerely hope you choke and die while eating it. Goodbye."
The box of cupcakes landed at his feet, icing all over the carpet. And you watched the year you spent with him fade away with that gift, destroyed, stained by lies and all the promises that would never see the light of day. You felt stupid trusting him and giving him your heart. Maybe if you'd listened to the warnings from former exes, maybe if you'd thought a little harder you wouldn't be feeling all of this. Finally you turned to leave when he didn't respond, looking your way then at the cupcakes and then at the other demon he was fucking a few minutes ago, probably thinking about his ruined reputation.
Fists shaking with rage and tears almost running down your face, trying to breathe, trying to see something beyond the red.
"My angel, you are being unreasonable!" He shouted from the door. And that, my friend, caused you to snap and your entire vision was consumed by red, you don't normally confront people, but face to face with the demon that broke your heart you looked at him like he was a germ on the bottom of your shoe. "Give me a chance to explain myself."
"Let's get one thing straight, sweetie, I'm not your angel anymore. It's not hard to understand, your poor brain must understand something like that. Or are you just a pretty face?" Looking deep into his eyes you continued, filled with certainty that if you didn't say everything you needed to now, you would regret it later. "And another thing, I'm not blind, I saw what happened, I smell what happened, all the evidence is here and I wonder how your brothers will think of you after this news."
"Leave my brothers out of this!" He half-screamed, half-whispered, scared at the possibility. And threw himself at you, causing you to hit your back against the wall and glare at him. "Don't tell them anything!"
You barely managed to suppress the laughter that rose in your throat, pushing him away. "They will know yes, it's their right to know how dear brother ruined his relationship with their favorite human."
     Asmo tried to retort, holding you tighter to stop you from leaving his room. But you punched him. And he in shock held his face, shedding tears as he looked at you, almost as if you were the traitor. Surely all the other demons he betrayed should have forgiven him, should have listened to him tell lies about how it would never happen again and that he loved them. But not you, you had a broken heart and a good rationale, if he loved you he wouldn't do this.
"Let him go, you don't love him, Asmodeus. And you know it." The other demon called out to him, legs still rubbing against each other as they looked at him expectantly. And you signaled him with your eyes, letting out a sneer.
"Yeah, Asmodeus, go play with your little toy. Don't you see how needy they are?"
With that said, you left his room taking a deep breath and clenching your fists so you wouldn't attack them both. Maybe demons and humans shouldn't really co-exist if they're all the same: they take, they take, and they're never satisfied until they've taken all they can. And even then, they keep taking it until there's nothing left but dust.
"Luke, Solomon, we have to go." You announced as you passed through the music room, successfully silencing the animated conversation they were having with the brothers with your stern tone of voice and frightening expression. The green in Satan's pact already told him that something very wrong had happened when you went to deliver your gift, something worse than annoyance if he didn't like it.
But neither Satan nor one of the brothers decided to question you right away, they let you collect your thoughts first. And Beel offered you a strawberry-flavored chewing gum, trying to stop the tremors in your hands and ease the tension in your shoulders. And even that chewing gum in his mouth tasted bitter.
"He didn't like it?" The little angel asked innocently, holding your hand as he looked at you with his expressive blue eyes, fearful.
You suppressed the torrent of negative feelings, took a deep breath and forced another smile. "He did something really, really bad and now I don't want to see him. Never again if that's possible."
That got the attention of the other brothers. Mammon was the first to step forward, expression already darkening as he asked. "What did he do, Mc?"
"What do you think he did?" Levi mumbled as if it were obvious, nodding at your watery eyes discreetly. "Asshole... even by his standards."
You didn't need to confirm anything. Your silence was answer enough to clear all of their doubts, to fill them with indignation and, in Satan's case, share your rage. And their gaze on you wasn't helping with the pressure and pain on you, about how you wanted to cry hysterically and still punch Asmo in the face again, and again and again until he could see what a disappointment he was in front of the huge mirror that worshiped his reflection.
And Solomon hugged your tense shoulders to demonstrate that you weren't alone, his wise eyes emanating an anger similar to someone who's been in the same situation. "Mc, it's gonna be okay. I promise you." He said.
"A betrayed trust cannot be mended, remember?" You lowered your eyes to the ground, took a deep breath, trying to find good words to explain the pain that spread throughout your chest, that made your lungs ache for air and choke your throat with sobs. "I... I just wish he would have said... That he would have ended things if he wasn't happy, wouldn't it be better?"
It would be better, but that was too much to expect from someone like Asmodeus. From one who lives to break hearts and delight only in what a momentary pleasure can bring, instead of caring about the important memories shared with the people he lives with, that he loves. Because he didn't just cheat on you, but his brothers too who you knew had a crush on you. He lost everyone's trust and he knew it.
"Sorry guys, but I want to leave. I can't stay here, not like this and I don't know if I'm capable of coming back."
Lucifer nodded. Unhappy, stern and holding back from marching into his brother's room and giving him the worst punishment he could think of at that moment. The older brother lowered his head. "There are no words capable of expressing how sorry I am for the pain caused by him, Mc. I honestly don't even know what to say, please go home, let your heart heal, we'll come to you if you need us."
"And I'll make sure that... That demon doesn't come near you or contact you." Mammon assured, seriously. He cupped your face between his warm hands and placed a kiss on your forehead, wiping away the tears that welled up in your eyes with his thumbs. And then he nodded at Solomon.
"I can make him have nightmares every night." Belphie was muttering under his breath, but you could hear him just fine. His human and demon form alternating every second, his tail swinging in the air aggressively as the youngest brother stared at the family portrait. Specifically Asmo's face, hanging on the wall. "You know MC, I can give you the best dreams of your life, just tell me what your heart desires and every night it will receive."
"I don't understand what's going on, but we have to go!" Luke squeezed your hand and pointed to the portal Solomon had conjured, behind you. The displayed place was far from Purgatory Hall, it was your favorite place in the human world, the place that gave you more comfort than anything and more than anything in the world you wanted to go there now.
Satan gave you the push you needed to finally move and your feet guided you there, away from them and the source of your pain. To get one step closer to healing your heart and repairing the damage he has done.
"Solomon, Luke, take care of him for us." Beel asked softly but firmly. He clutched his stomach between his hands, visibly uncomfortable with the atmosphere that had settled in the music room. Everyone was so full of mixed feelings about what happened.
And with a wave you two were gone. And it was for the best that the three of you left because the fight that broke out in the House of Lamentation wasn't something you needed to witness.
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bloominggiggles · 2 years
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A Spoiled Prince’s Punishment.
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Just a little something I felt inspired to write and share here as my first work! 
Fandom: Obey Me!
Pairing: Diavolo x GN!MC
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like this kind of content, don’t read it!
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He did it again.
Without any consideration for the seven brothers’s feelings, or anyone else’s really, Lord Diavolo had once again dragged everyone into one of his shenanigans that would get all of them either uncomfortable, pissed off, or even fearing for their lives, all for the sake of his own entertainment.
Sure, there were times when his ideas were actually fun and exciting to join in, but more times than not, they would only get on everyone’s nerves.
MC was tired, exhausted, in fact, of dealing with the demon prince’s little schemes and the consequences of it all, never bothering to ask anyone other than his loyal butler, who most of the time would agree to anything he suggests, for their opinion on the matter.
That’s why the exchange student decided to punish him.
Of course, they know they can’t hurt him, that would only end awfully for them, without a doubt. And they don’t have a pact with him, so they can’t have any influence on his actions if they so command.
Which means there’s only one option left.
Luckily for them, during a little after-party celebration between the two of them on his last birthday, Diavolo had revealed that he is ticklish.
And right now, with the prince sitting on a sofa in his office and the exchange student on his lap, they are taking advantage of that information to their heart’s content.
‘‘M-MC! W-Wait, let’s talk - pfft-! - a-about this!’‘
The demon exclaims as he bites down on his lip, trying to hold back the giggles that threatened to come out.
‘‘No way! You keep being a selfish demon! So accept your punishment!’‘
‘‘B-But I just wanted to h-have fun with everyoHOHOHONE!’‘
The giggles come bubbling out when the human’s fingers move from Diavolo’s sides to his ribs, making him squirm, but trying his best to not move too much and accidentaly hurt them.
‘‘And yet you never thought of asking us what we’d like to do to have fun for a change, hm~?’‘
They say, a small smirk forming on their lips at his reaction, eyes on his face.
Diavolo’s lips are curled up in a big smile, his amber eyes half-lidded, looking back at them.
‘‘W-Wehehell, I thought it w-wasn’t necessahahahary!’‘
He says, and MC frowns, increasing the intensity of their fingers poking between his ribs, making him jump with a squeal.
‘A future Demon King shouldn’t be this unfairly adorable...’
The human thinks while watching and listening to his reactions, feeling warmth rise to their cheeks.
Still, they don’t let their thoughts show as they glare at him.
‘‘You think it isn’t necessary to ask your friends if they want to participate in your ideas of fun things to do or not? how rude of you, Lord Diavolo.’‘
They say, fingers going up in order to reach his undearms, making him bring his arms down to his sides firmly.
The exchange student pouts, looking at him.
‘‘Aw, I wanted to try that spot...oh well.’‘
They shrug, before quickly starting to tickle the demon prince’s neck, making him yelp and press against the back of the sofa, bringing his shoulders up, which only made his attacker’s fingers get stuck against his neck.
‘‘Oh, you want me to stay here? okay~’‘
‘‘W-Wait, that’s not-! M-MC!’‘
Diavolo was about to protest, but gets cut off by his own booming laughter as it bursts out, his eyes closing tightly and warmth spreading on his cheeks.
‘‘S-Stohohohop! I understahahand!’‘
He exclaims through his laughter, making MC hum as if thinking about it.
‘‘Really? You understand you need to start asking us what we think and if we would like to join you instead of dragging us into your shenanigans?’‘
‘‘Y-Yehehes! I dohohoo!’‘
‘‘And you are going to start asking us and respecting our wishes from now on?’‘
‘‘I wihihihill!’‘
The demon prince says as he keeps laughing, trying to move away from their fingers, but only ending up leaving one side open.
‘‘Hmmm...I don’t think so.’‘
The human says with a malicious yet palyful smirk, and their fingers stop attacking Diavolo’s neck to start tickling his belly, making another burst of booming laughter leave his lips.
‘‘Maybe a few more minutes will help really root this lesson inside your head~’‘
‘‘NOHOHOHOH!’‘
MC can’t help but chuckle, and despite the demon’s protests, they both know he’s actually enjoying this.
Perhaps they’ll have to find another way to get him to understand what he’s doing wrong, but for now, they are going to make him laugh and squeal a little longer.
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demonfamilytherapist · 10 months
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What if there’s an MC who’s willing to side with Celestial Realm, for whatever reason they may have?
(Referencing this post.)
I’m gonna be honest, I don’t see it ending well for anyone. I’m viewing the choice of who to side with as like… otome routes, or Fire Emblem games. Like the choice of who you side with fundamentally shapes the nature of your relationships going forward. War is going to fuck people up regardless, and no relationship would escape unscathed, but to me the Celestial Realm route is the “tragic love/everything goes wrong” route.
The demon bros might prefer you side with the Devildom (the royals certainly would) because it’s easier for them and let’s them keep your relationship as uncomplicated as it can be in war. But choosing the human realm - even ordering them to fight for the human realm - they’d get it. Especially if MC has any sort of family/siblings there, which they probably do, because they are human. MC has something to protect in the human realm. The brothers and the royals can take care of themselves - MC’s family and friends probably can’t, at least not in a cosmic war.
Your relationships might take a big hit, but I think they would recover - maybe over the course of decades, but still. Diavolo might even be more inclined to a quick treaty with the human realm as well. As someone with a responsibility to the Devildom, I think he would understand and respect you treating the human realm the same way.
But the thing is, most of the brothers have never held any real animosity towards the human realm, and the one who very famously did later acknowledged his anger was misdirected. After all, Lilith fell in love with a human, but it wasn’t the humans who declared she had to be punished for the actions she took to protect that love.
I don’t see the brothers feeling anything but betrayed if MC chose the Celestial Realm - a place they barely know, where they’ve met maybe three people - over the Devildom or the human realm. Diavolo, too, I think would struggle to understand it.
I think the only people who would be happy about such a decision would be Luke and maybe Raphael and Michael (on a tactical level, if not a personal one). And I didn’t forget Simeon - I think he’s shown enough doubt for the Celestial Ream and care for the brothers that his feelings would be mixed, at best.
As for the rest of the Celestial Realm, I’d imagine they wouldn’t entirely trust MC. After all, they have pacts with the seven rulers of hell - surely they must be tainted? Either you don’t use your pacts and the angels don’t trust you, or you do, forcing the brothers to fight alongside the realm they fought a war against, the realm that tore their sister away from them, and lose pretty much any chance of reconciliation with your demons. Ordering them to sit out might be a way to avoid the worst of the fallout, but this is a real “you’ve found a way to win where everyone loses” type situation.
You’ve mentioned “whatever reason” in your ask, but I do think their reasoning would play into all of this too. Is MC worried about Luke’s safety in the war? Is MC the world’s biggest Raphael stan? Is it a matter of religion?
The latter I would actually find really interesting. An MC who has kept their faith throughout all the events of Obey Me, to the point of trusting the Celestial Realm over the devils they literally know, over the human world, knowing the damage it’s going to do to their relationships… I’m not religious, so I can’t say I understand the reasoning, but I do believe it is compelling. If anyone has a religious perspective to add, I would love to hear it.
You might notice Solomon is absent from this post, and the truth is I keep going back and forth over how he’d react. I tend to lean towards an “accidentally immortal” MC, so I believe they’d be able to reconcile over the years… but I do think it would be a big hurt to Solomon, who after standing alone for years finally found someone he thought would protect the human world alongside him.
I also want to note that I wrote this on the basis of our canon experiences only - if anyone’s MCs have been to the Celestial Realm more often and developed stronger ties there, that also changes things.
But overall, while war never ends well for anyone, I see siding with the Celestial Realm the most painful choice MC could make. Whether it would be worth it, would be up to that MC.
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pyre-of-rune · 1 year
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Thorns[Mammon x GN!Florist!MC]
Summary: a continuation of my previous work: Crown of Flowers! Basically, MC has their “talk” with the brothers and takes Mammon to get away from his brothers for awhile. If you haven’t read the first part yet, I recommend that so you can fully understand what’s happened!
CW: MC uses a lot of choice words, there’s a lot of angry MC— and basically the brothers suffer in their guilt(as they deserve!!), OOC?? 🥲
Author’s Note: I am literally SO sorry for how long this took😭😭 I rewrote this like five times and never finished any of them, I just could not get the motivation to do it😭😭😭 I’m so sorry and thank you vv much to anyone who has waited this long for part two!
ALSO this part dooooes contain an OC of mine(for plot purposes) but he’s not a huge part of the plot so you can mostly ignore him…unless you don’t want to😏
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“Sit.” MC said, crossing their arms. Most of the brothers sat, except Lucifer who stepped forward. “MC, what is—“ MC waved him off “Sit.” They repeated. This time, surprisingly, Lucifer complied. MC wondered idly if it were an effect of the pact, but quickly pushed the thought away to focus on why they’re here.
“We’re going to talk about Mammon.” MC said, causing an almost collective groan from the brothers. “What did that scumbag do now??” Asmo whined. Levi growled “did he steal something from you? I bet he did!” MC clenched their fists, unfolding their arms “shut up!” They didn’t mean to shout, but it did get the brothers’ attention.
“Mammon didn’t DO anything. I’m talking about how you all treat him like shit!” They scolded “and you just gave me a perfect example! You always expect the worst of him! Is it because he’s the avatar of Greed? He can’t control that! You all should be the LAST ones nagging about his avatar, when the rest of you are just as bad!”
The brothers were all taken aback, looking anywhere but MC. But they weren’t finished. “Mammon has been NOTHING but nice to all of you. Not once has he EVER insulted any of you, and yet you all bash him like he’s your personal fucking punching bag! Well he’s NOT!” MC’s voice began to rise again, all the brothers silent with shame.
“Why do you treat him like that?? I’ll tell you why! You’re all frustrated at the way your lives turned out and Mammon is the only one who refuses to fight back. He won’t hurt any of you, emotionally or physically, because he’s a GOOD big brother.” MC glared at Lucifer, who winced but held his tongue. “You all think that because he puts up with it, you can continue to treat him however you want and he’ll never leave you because you’re family!”
MC crossed their arms again, “that stops now. If you don’t have anything NICE to say to Mammon, keep your fucking mouths shut. I’m disappointed in all of you.” They turned to walk away, but stopped and looked back “Lilith would be too.” MC saw the hurt their words brought the brothers, but they couldn’t bring themselves to feel bad. Not right now.
“Mammon and I are staying somewhere else for the time being. I suggest the rest of you figure your shit out before you talk to us again.” They said before walking out the door.
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Later, MC lead Mammon up the pathway to a large house, though not quite as large as the House of Lamentation. Mammon frowned, unsure. “Are you sure this is..uh, okay?” He asked “n-not that I’m nervous or anything! Your friend should be honored to host THE great and powerful Mammon!”
MC laughed “yes, yes. It’s fine. I talked to him before hand, and he is quite humbled to have such an esteemed guest.” Mammon seemed startled, not used to others feeding into his act. He didn’t hate it, though. The door opened and he followed MC inside, looking around. The house was beautiful, like something he would be asked to take a photoshoot in.
A few steps into the house they we greeted by a man with long green hair and sparkling pink eyes. He smiled at the two, opening his arms wide as welcome. “Hello! I’m so pleased to have you both.” He said, taking MC’s hand and leaning to kiss their knuckles. Mammon would have felt jealous had the strange demon not done the same to him right after. Mammon’s face went hot, and he sputtered. “Wh..Why yes! Finally someone who knows how to act in the presence of THE Mammon!”
The man chuckled, turning to MC, who introduced them. “Landon, this is Mammon, obviously, and Mammon..this is my friend Landon. He’s a photographer.” Mammon whistled “that explains the fancy decor. Ya really like silver, hah?”
Landon nodded “yes…but I do think gold would suit you just fine…” there was an underlining to his tone that made Mammon flush, and MC grinned at him as they took his hand while Landon proceeded to give them a tour.
“And these are your rooms. There’s a joint door connecting them so you don’t have to bother using the hallway.” Landon said cheerfully, then pointed down the hall. “My room is just down there, so if you two need…anything. Just give me a call~” he smiled slyly, looking at the two with half-lidded eyes before he walked away. “Enjoy your night~!”
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MC and Mammon laid on the bed in one of the rooms, Mammon’s faced pressed to MC’s chest as they lay in comfortable silence. Mammon was the first to speak “will they be okay?”
“Hm?”
“…my brothers. Are they going to be okay without us?”
MC smiled “you’re a great brother Mammon. They’ll be fine. They need some time to realize how much you mean to them.” Mammon nodded, but spoke again after a short silence “It wasn’t all that bad. Beel never hurt my feelings. Belphie never really had the chance to. He was too busy hating Lucifer, anyway. Asmo was nice sometimes…he—“ MC squeezed Mammon, the white haired demon falling silent.
“MC…” MC hummed inquisitively, feeling wet drops land on their collarbone. “Why do I still want to defend them? It hurts, but I can’t let go…” MC sighed, rubbing Mammon’s back gently. “Like I said, you’re a great brother. They’re your family, and family is hard to leave behind. Hopefully they get it together so you don’t have to.”
Mammon just hugged MC tighter, sniffling. MC reached up to gently grab his face, lifting it so they could wipe his tears away. They smiled at him, running a comforting hand through his hair. “You’re so amazing, Mammon. I love you so much.”
Mammon’s eyes widened. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had admitted to loving him. The words felt like a little flame being lit deep in his chest, warming him from the inside. He found himself smiling back, though it was small and fragile. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to MCs. They wrapped their arms around him, pulling him closer. When the foreign feelings in his chest settled, Mammon realized he felt truly loved for the first time since he and his brothers had fallen.
It was wonderful.
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Author’s Note two: HIIIIII TYSM FOR READING THIS FAR!! Idk how good this was bc I just randomly got an idea and a wave of motivation after almost a year of not working on it💀 I knocked this shit out in like an hour so don’t mind meeee
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gumsnail682 · 2 years
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Ok I wrote this way sooner than I thought I would lol, it's also longer than I thought it would be (1,464 words) Anyway enjoy the Fic!
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When he made his first pact and the pact mark was imprinted on his skin he swore he would never forget what his soul mark looked like. He wanted to meet the person he was destined to be with, he wanted to teach them all about magic and to give them everything he could offer.
He couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself now. His body was covered in pact marks and sadly his soul mark had been lost among the markings. He tried so hard to remember but nothing worked, he hated himself for it. He knew the general location, his right shoulder blade but it wasn't of much help. 
After a while he gave up. He felt so much shame and regret but he just couldn't keep trying, it was only hurting him. He still thought about the soulmate he'd never meet, were they wondering where he was? Were they dreaming of meeting him and having a life with him? He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming guilt, his poor soulmate was doomed to be without him all because he couldn't remember what his soul mark looked like. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't shed a few tears over it. 
"Solomon? Are you feeling ok?" Luke asked, Solomon was staring off into space and it worried the two Angels. "Something on your mind?" Simeon asked. "It's nothing to worry about. I'm perfectly fine." He assured the two, he hadn't told anyone about it, he felt too much shame to say anything. Not because he was afraid of judgment but because saying it aloud would make him feel like he really did fail. He was still holding onto the small hope that he would find his soulmate by chance. "Ok then if you say so. Oh! I almost forgot! MC and the brothers invited us over for a movie marathon!" Luke informed Solomon and Simeon. "Really? Sounds like fun!" Simeon smiled, "Indeed it does, when is this?" Solomon asked Luke, "This weekend! MC said we should each bring a movie so everyone gets to watch something they want eventually!" 
When the weekend finally came everyone was excited. The couch was filled with pillows and blankets, Belphie was already napping, the rest of the brothers were lounging around the living room. "Where's MC?" Solomon looked around the room and couldn't spot you anywhere. "They're making some snacks for everyone. You can go check on them if you'd like." Lucifer informed him, Solomon nodded then headed off towards the kitchen. 
He saw you putting a variety of snacks on a large plate for everyone. "Want some help?" Solomon asked, walking up behind you. "I'm just about done, could you help me bring it to the living room? I had to make extra since I know Beel's gonna eat a lot." Solomon smiled warmly and helped you bring the snacks to the living room. Solomon would be lying if he said he didn't like you, you were just so.. captivating, he couldn't understand you and it intrigued him. He wanted to be with you, he loved you after all, but he knew he could never pursue you. You had a soulmate and were probably eagerly waiting to find them. It would be wrong to take you from them and he felt it wasn't right to go and be with someone when his soulmate might be waiting for something that would never come.
You guys brought the snacks in, everyone quickly got comfortable, some sitting on the couch and others on the floor. You sat beside Solomon on the ground, a few pillows surrounding the both of you. You rested your head on his shoulder and he draped his arm around you. You were both really close, being the only humans in the Devildom it was natural that you'd bond. Solomon couldn't help but feel sad though, he wanted you so badly, more than you'd ever know yet he just couldn't have you. It was a pain he would have to suffer unfortunately, to him it was punishment for losing track of his soul mark.
Late into the night you began to drift off to sleep. Almost everyone had fallen asleep by now and only you and Solomon were still awake. "Hey, MC. Want me to take you to your room? Sleeping on the ground won't be very comfortable." Solomon shook you gently. Asmo, Lucifer and Mammon had retreated to their rooms before going to sleep so he thought it would be better for you to do the same. "Hm? Sure, only if you stay with me." You said In between a yawn, "As you wish." Solomon helped you get up and you both went into your room. "I hope you don't mind but I prefer to sleep shirtless." He said as he unbuttoned his shirt with a smirk, "I don't mind." You said as you snuggled into your pillows. 
Solomon got in bed beside you and held you gently in his arms. "Hey, MC what do you think of soulmates?" The question slipped before he could stop to think. "Soulmates? Well I think it's nice and all but I think I'd prefer to be with someone I meet naturally and fall for naturally. If that person just so happens to be my soulmate, cool. It wouldn't bother me either way." Your answer gave him a bit of hope that he shook away. "What is your soul mark?" He asked, you smiled childishly, "It's a secret! Why do you think I always wear long sleeves? I don't want someone to pursue me just because of my soul mark ya know? Who cares if they're my soulmate." You giggled. "I see. Well anyway Goodnight MC." Solomon gave you a gentle forehead kiss before you drifted off to sleep.
When you woke Solomon was no longer holding you, he was lying on his side, his right shoulder visible to you. You couldn't help but reach out and trace the markings on his back, one looking oddly familiar. Solomon woke up to you tracing his pact Mark's. "What are you doing?" He asked with a tired smirk, "Touching your pact Mark's. Hey, how do you remember which is your soul mark?" Your question made him stiffen, should he tell you? He felt more comfortable with you than anyone and after last night's conversation.. Maybe it was time to let go and share his burden with someone he cared for.
He took a deep breath before speaking, "Truth is.. I don't. I've tried for so long to remember but I just can't. The only thing I remember is that it's on my shoulder." He let out a sigh, "I feel so ashamed.. I promised myself I wouldn't forget and.. I did." Your silence scared him, he was going to say something when you let out a soft giggle. "What's so funny?" He asked, confused. "Nothing it's just, this one here," you traced one of his many markings, "Looks exactly like my soul mark." You also had many Mark's on your body from your pants with the brothers but you still remembered what your soul mark looked like. 
Solomon froze, was this really happening? Could it be that you were his soulmate? "Can I.. see it?" he asked, "Didn't I tell you it was a secret? Well I guess since I just love you sooo much I'll show you." You moved your arm under his and pulled up your sleeve and showed him the mark on your forearm. 
It all came back to him.
He suddenly remembered what his soul mark looked like and it was the exact one that was on your wrist. Solomon quickly turned around and hugged you tight. "I.. I never thought I'd find you! I can't believe you were right here the whole time!" You could feel his smile against your neck. "Fate's funny like that isn't it? I guess we both got what we wanted hu? You got your soulmate and I fell in love with you naturally. " You giggled as you both held each other. Solomon spent so much time worrying when you were right there, right by his side from the day you met at the start of the program. 
"You.. fell for me?" He pulled away a little to look you in the face. You blushed and sheepishly nodded. "I was always too afraid to tell you. I never thought you could love me like that." You admitted, Solomom quickly cupped your face, pressing his forehead to yours. "Well I do love you. Not just because you're my soulmate but because you're you. I guess we both fell for each other naturally." You spent the rest of the day together in your room. 
He couldn't have asked for a better soulmate.
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mammss · 2 years
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Platonic brothers/MC: MC sees themself as the demons bros' younger sibling, sees the demons as THEIR OWN brothers, but is nervous about actually saying THAT to them because they don’t want the boys to think they’re trying to replace Lilith or anything. hc or whatever you like
the brothers new little sibling<3
a/n: sorry this was posted super duper late i hope you love it!!! mc is the “youngest” in this scenario taking liliths spot
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lucifer: communication with lucifer is scary but not scary at the same time, he has noticed the way you turn down his brothers flirting or make it clear to the entire devildom that you guys are just friends nothing more which hurts his pride mc come on but if you explain to him how you feel he’ll understand and treat you as such. I like to think that he enjoys treating you as his little sibling. spoiling you, protecting you from his brothers and demons at RAD etc. what he loves the most is when you come to his office late at night and try to help him like the little sibling you are
mammon: the other womannnn at first thinks you like someone else, you could see his demon heart break in two but when you tell him that you think of the brothers as your siblings he feels a lot better more like you unintentionally stroked his ego he reassures you that you wouldn’t be replacing lilith and no one is gonna think of you like that. like i said earlier that you stroked his ego he’s now competing to be your fav older brother always spoiling you and doing regular older brother things like barging in your room for no reason but to touch your things and leave or bothering you to play this new game he stole from levi. honestly now that your relationship has changed mammon doesn’t really act different i mean he becomes extra greedy and protective of you but that’s it really.
levi: yes he was alive when lilith was but i feel like he never was that close to her like luci and the twins were so don’t worry abt replacing her. besides your his henry, his player #2 and that’s way more important to him he’s very supportive of your decisions and now that you guys are siblings forget the stupid outdated romance animes now here comes wholesome slice of life family animes! you guys are now siblings so you shall act like it by reenacting going to the grocery store, making food together, studying etc. and if anyone tries to confess to you on RADs rooftop? well then lotan will be there waiting no one is gonna get to date his little sibling before he meets them!!!
satan: never knew lilith so don’t worry mc.
asmo: another one that i think wouldn’t change that much now that your relationship has. he’s thrilled that he gets to have a little sibling he doesn’t hate for once! definitely dressing you up in all sorts of clothes and weekly skin care nights. your guys relationship is much like girls sleepovers in 2000’s movies, he doesn’t think for a second that you’re trying to replace lilith, he still loves her and maybe does some activities with you that he’s done with her but he has lots of memories to make with you so come on mc you guys have to go try this new limited milkshake so asmo can upload it to his devilgram!!!! also is in the running to be your favorite brother
beel: like i said communication is key and beel would love to treat you like a little sibling and not once does he think you’re trying to replace lilith. he knows you both are different people, have different interests and opinions etc. he also saw you as family as soon as you guys made your pact so he was already treating you like family.
belphie: takes him a while especially if you think of them like siblings after the attic incident. but don’t worry treat you like one just give it some time. he’ll definitely make sure you’re educated in astronomy like lilith was so daily trips to the planetarium is a must and napping together anywhere and everywhere is expected.
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Inferiority complex
Tabitha struggles with inferiority complex the more she hears about you.
(PAST) Mammon x GN!MC, Mammon x OC
Emotional hurt/comfort
> TAGS: @bavaxfv
PART 1 // PART 3
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Tabitha is a good girl, talented in her own way despite having no pacts with a demon. She does not want to, not anymore.
After hearing that your first pact with a demon was Mammon, her current lover, she was devastated but showed no signs of it. She did not want him to feel hurt all over again because of the reminder that he was your first man.
Everyday, she wakes up on Mammon's bed and sees you.
Your photo. It was hidden away but it was there, you could see it if you just try hard enough and it hurt.
In no way was he comparing you to her, but she couldn't help but think that she wouldn't have fallen for him if you hadn't gone and left.
His midnight kisses would be yours.
His gentle touches would be yours.
And it seems as though she had taken something that belonged to someone else and it didn't feel right.
She said nothing of the things she felt.
How could she? You were so much better.
Solomon had said that your magic was beyond even he could see.
Satan had said that your love was as big as it can be and you were always putting them above you. Selfless, he had said.
Asmodeus told her of your exquisite beauty. Unique. One of a kind, only you could rival his beauty. Absolutely no one else can because you were one in a trillion.
Beelzebub had also mentioned that your willingness to save everyone in exchange for your life. He thought of how considerate you were.
Belphegor, he was tough to crack open when it came to talking about you. So he said something small and simple.
"She faced death head on and did not lose against it. Brave and unafraid."
Tabitha knows of your history, from when you arrived up until your dying breathe. So she knows of the many times you had almost died and, well, died then came back. No one knows what happened but no one dare know.
Then Lucifer.
Oh dear...
He gave her death glares at the mention of your name, or whenever she does anything remotely similar to yours.
Then one day, he got drunk.
"Tabitha... Y'know... MC isn't just anyone. They... They loved all of us despite... Despite seeing the ugly truth..." He didn't say it but she heard it.
Are you capable of loving our darkest side too? He implied.
Tabitha was quiet.
She couldn't speak, she hasn't seen it. But you have!
You've seen everything during the small time you spent here, you were amazing and Tabitha couldn't compare...
She wasn't as strong, she couldn't stay as selfless as you for so long, she wasn't as beautiful either. She has seen your face, not in person but it's enough to know truth.
She wasn't as unafraid as you were though, you were brave. Braver than anyone she has ever seen or known.
She was afraid of death.
You weren't.
You faced it head on with a laugh, a genuine, and playful laugh.
Even lord Diavolo and Barbatos had said so.
They've expressed how amazing you were, it made Tabitha's heart hurt and feel like she has taken something that was never hers.
So she gets drunk.
She hears your voice sometimes, though she has never met you.
One shot.
Two...
Then three...
Then eventually she drank a whole bottle.
Then Mammon came, "Tabitha! 'Was worried ya disappeared! If ya got lost, Lucifer wouldn't let me hear the end of it..."
She slurred her words.
"Mam...mon... Will I... ever be like them?" Her head lays low.
Mammon's eye widened with shock, "What? Yer drunk, quit speakin' and start walkin', unless ya can't do that either."
Tabitha is quiet.
"Mammon... Tell me honestly. Am I enough?"
His breath got caught in his throat the moment he sees her tears trail down her face.
"I feel so inferior to them! They're amazing and-! And beautiful! They have a giant painting of them in lord Diavolo's castle for everyone to see!! So, am I enough?"
Mammon stays silent.
Then he speaks.
"Ya are. MC may have been more talented, more beautiful, and much more but ya are not them. Yer different from them. Okay? Yer more than enough... We miss them, not a day goes by without us missin' them but we don't dare hurt ya. Are we hurtin' ya?"
"...No, it's just me..."
He pulls the drunk girl into a hug, she sobs into his chest. She sobbed loudly.
"MC would've been proud of ya. Yer not a replacement, yer different from them. So don't ya dare feel inferior! 'Kay!?"
Her drunken sobs continues.
They stand still in each other's embrace.
Mourning you once more.
Is she allowed to miss someone she has never met?
She hopes it is...
Because she misses you too.
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A Life So Changed Irrevocably - Prologue
Fandom: Obey Me! and Obey Me! Nightbringer Characters and: MC & Solomon, mentions of the seven brothers though they play no major part in this first chapter Content Tags: Angst, post-Nightbringer, depression, isolation, insanity, gender neutral MC Chapter: 1/??? Summary: They didn't understand. They couldn't possibly understand, and yet they somehow expected MC to remain the same as before all of this Nightbringer nonsense happened. They expected the same, happy, affectionate MC that they were before all of this. They can't even remember that MC was in the past with them as their attendant. Their emotionally distant, always appropriate attendant, might you add. It killed you to push the brothers away, but you couldn't pretend like all of that, of everything, hadn't happened. They couldn't understand it. You couldn't go back to how you were with them before because you had spent so long adjusting to your new role, to the new expectations they held of you. It was ripping you apart.
Prologue: What He Stole from Them was Gone for Good
No one understood you quite like Solomon. It hadn't always been that way, no. The opposite was true, actually. You were closest to the brothers in the past, prior to the whole Nightbringer thing. At best, Solomon had been a friend. A good one, at that, but he never was much more than just a friend to you. At worst, well, he actively caused you distress at times and you found him to be suspicious.
Everything had changed, though. Much like everything was prone to change. That's just the nature of it all. You had been so terribly alone when you were sent to the past. Everything was so distressingly different. Or, rather, it might be more accurate to say that the brothers themselves were the same, and so was Diavolo and Barbatos and Luke and Simeon and Thirteen. It was you, and more specifically, your role to them, your value to them, that had changed. That hurt. More than you would ever admit to anyone, but you were sure they could guess. You fell from the sky and no one knew you. No one except Solomon.
Solomon was the only one who knew. Solomon was the only one who was there for you. Solomon was the only one who remembered. He was the only one whom you could be the same around. He was safe, and you loved him for that, for giving you safety.
It wasn't as if you could hold your anger towards the brothers. No. Your anger was directed to exactly where it needed to be. The Nightbringer. After all, he was the one who removed you from your beloved life amongst your demons in the Devildom and stole you away to the past. He stole your bonds, your pacts. It killed you. He killed you, in a way. All but physically, of course. Though you did nearly die. Again. And again.
The brothers, they couldn't know. They couldn't know. It's not that you would have confided to them in the past given your role as an attendant. That would have been inappropriate give your status. You wanted to confide in them then. The connection was gone though. They were all the same, but the relationship between you was very, very changed. They still didn't know, not that it was their fault. You knew how important it was to avoid a time paradox. After all, your death or somehow preventing your own birth was an important enough reason to keep this time traveling a secret.
Solomon helped you with it. You had never really erased someone's memories, let alone a large expanse of memories from seven powerful demons. You might be a powerful sorcerer now, shaping up to be quite like Solomon after all, but this was far too difficult, too large of a task, for you to handle on your own. He helped you. The hours the two of you spent researching the best spell, potion, anything. Anything to keep them from remembering you. It wasn't just the demons this had to work on. No one could remember you had been to the past. It was difficult, finding a way for magic to work on demons, angels, and a reaper all at once. You did it though. With months of research, months of trial and error, you and Solomon had managed to remove everyone's memories of you.
You had really lost everything. You lost your bond with the brothers and all of your friends when you traveled to the past. You lost your shared experiences in the past. And now? Now you were alone again. You lost your sense of identity time and time again. You lost your sense of companionship time and time again. You were so very unsure of yourself now. Returning to the present, to your original timeline, only intensified these feelings. It was hard to adjust to your new, old, role. What they expected of you had once again changed and it made your head spin.
It was hard to act the same way as you had. On occasion, you could pull it off. A makeshift smile, a polished look, some rehearsed line was all it took. You kept reminding yourself of this again and again. You kept repeating to yourself again and again. The brothers couldn't know. The brothers couldn't know. They couldn't know. If only you didn't know. What you would give to not know.
But you had to know. You couldn't just forget. Barbatos and Solomon wouldn't let you forget. Late night visits, whispered reminders. Secrets for you, for your ears only. You can't tell them. You can't risk the damage from a potential time paradox. You can't risk the damage from the spell. You can't risk it. You can't damage them. It would damage them, if they knew. If they realized how big of a secret you were keeping from them. After all, it was damaging you. It was hurting you.
Yes, preventing a time paradox was important. Neither Solomon nor yourself nor Barbatos were quite sure what implications suddenly remembering a person you were made to forget centuries ago could have on a demon. Especially when the spell was linked between them, and the others.
All of this, to keep from risking the damage of a time paradox. It was important, you were told, to keep one from happening. You might end up preventing your own birth. You could return to an entirely different world. You could inadvertently cause your own death. Everything felt so terrible though, keeping this secret. You wondered silently if your death would be easier to deal with than all of this pain.
You already felt dead inside though. You knew there was a horrid, gaping distance between you and the brothers when you were in the past. It came with being their attendant in place of their friend. Even though they were no longer your confidants, there was at least an understanding between the lot of you. It was your job to be there for them, never the other way around. It would have been improper.
It felt wrong after spending so long distanced from the brothers to try and force yourself to be close with them. You were constantly checking over your shoulder when they were around to make sure someone wasn't waiting for the opportune moment to ruin the brother's reputation. They didn't understand why you kept them at an arm's length. They couldn't, of course.
Just like you couldn't force yourself to be close to them like you had before. Too much had happened for you to feel comfortable with them like you had been. Just like it hurt you to be close to the brothers, it hurt them for you to be so distant. The barrier between you hurt and confused them. The palpable distance made them cling to you even tighter than they had been. Interventions from Solomon did little. They couldn't comprehend it. They just couldn't.
That mutual understanding you hoped for was just that, a hope. A mere dream. Fleeting and unachievable. Reality was much harsher, more painful. Solomon helped you keep what little of your sanity was left. He helped you where the others could not.
After a night of begging and screaming and crying and crying and pleading, Solomon lost all of his hope for the brothers respecting the space you needed. It had been days since you had really slept. They kept coming into your room. You were hyper-vigilant from it. You might have been sleeping, but it was anything but restful. He would never admit it to you or them, but he could tell you were at the edge.
He hated to see you like this. He needed to help you. With your permission, he took some of your blood and used it to create a ward against demons on your door. The brothers couldn't enter your room anymore. Finally, he was able to get you to sleep peacefully. He could tell the ward helped because the dark circles under your eyes seemed to lighten for the first time in weeks.
For a few days anyway. The brothers began to sleep in the hallway, desperate for any time they could get with you. Solomon only learned of this when you had ran into his room in the middle of the night. He was so startled by your sudden appearance that he had dropped the potion he had been working on.
You clung to him, attaching yourself to his arm. He was your lifeline, after all. He was the only thing keeping you afloat in this sea of torment.
Tears filled your eyes, flowing over and drowning your face in sadness. They were the same tears that filled your ocean. You were on the brink of capsizing. He was your SOS message, your last and only hope. You were so tired. It was hard to think. Nothing was coherent anymore. Nothing made sense. It was all fractured and fragmented.
You couldn't sleep. It wouldn't come. You lay awake, desperately hoping sleep would take you at last. You grew more and more tired. More and more desperate. The sweet sandman would not come and release you. Not when he knew the brothers were outside your door. They kept calling to you, begging for you to remove the ward and let them in. It was your punishment after all. That's what you told Solomon. The very forces of the world were punishing you for harming them. This was retribution for all the pain you caused them. After all, your pain was only a fraction of their own. You deserved this, you told him.
Your guilt was eating you alive. Solomon could see it. He was helpless to stop it. He didn't know how to fix this for you, no matter how badly he wanted to. He would gladly do anything you asked of him, anything to make you feel better. Neither of you knew though. You didn't know how to ask for help. You didn't know he could help you. You didn't know he wanted to. It seemed counterintuitive. After all, he saw how much pain you caused the demons. What you didn't understand what that he saw how much pain you were in.
It was you he wanted to help. It always would be you. He did what he could. A sleeping draught here helped you stay unconscious for significant periods of time. It wasn't as good as natural sleep, but it was better than nothing. He left you asleep in his bed. He let you return nightly. He never explicitly told you, but you knew.
Instinctively, you knew you were always welcome with Solomon. It was safe with Solomon. You felt peace with Solomon, like yourself. It quickly became routine for the two of you. Every night, you would sneak out of your room at the House of Lamentation, if you had even returned there, and you would crawl into his bed.
He never used his bed much before. He was truly happy to see it being used. Especially by you. It brought him an indescribable amount of joy to see his room be taken over by your things. He enjoyed the small reminders of your presence, of your existence in his life. Slowly, he began to find his bed more appealing than he had ever found it before. He knew it had something to do with your sleeping figure in it.
You were sleeping better. Solomon's bed was more comfortable than your own had been in a long time. Your thoughts, your demons, still haunted you. The guilt gnawed at your stomach, creating pits. Destroying any appetite you might have had. It was eating you alive. You knew how you should be with the brothers, your demons. You knew how to act. You knew how to behave. You knew what they wanted from you. You just couldn't. You couldn't do it. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
All you saw when you looked at them was their pain. The pain on their faces when they realized there was a ward on your door. The pain of their faces when you avoided them in the halls. The pain of their faces when you walked behind them in the halls. The pain on their faces when you recoiled at their touch. The pain on their faces when you couldn't return their affection. Their pain. Their pain. It was always pain. You caused this pain. You caused it. You had been doing this since you came back to the present. You were the pain. You hurt. You hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
You were insane. You were driving yourself insane. The pain was driving you insane. It was you. It was always you. Ever since you came back it was because of you. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
Your body was moving of its own accord. Rocking back and forth and back and forth. A desperate attempt to self-soothe. You couldn't breathe. It was too warm. You were too cold. Your fingers dug into your arms. You couldn't feel anything. You could feel everything too much. It wouldn't stop. It didn't stop. Everything hurt.
You were beginning to think you were doomed by the narrative from the start.
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666writingcafe · 2 years
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MC Asks Lucifer About Mammon's Credit Card
"What is it, MC? Is there something you want to ask me?"
I sigh. I really wish I wasn't thrown into the brother's shenanigans before I even knew where my first class was, but any choice I had was taken away from me.
"Has Levi mentioned anything to you about Mammon failing to give him back money?" I ask.
"Countless times," Lucifer answers. "It's a constant issue that in turn gives me countless headaches. I assume Levi's said something to you about it, or you wouldn't be asking about it." So far, so good.
"He has. He's come up with this plan that seems to involve me for some reason, and I tried to tell him that I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't even let me talk." Lucifer nods his head.
"I see. Would you mind telling me what exactly Levi wants you to do?" He has a weird look on his face, almost as if he's going to punish me for answering him. However, I have a feeling that if I don't respond, the consequences would be dire.
"He seems to be under the impression that I can convince you to tell me where you've hidden Mammon's credit card so that I can use it to make a pact with Mammon and then use that pact to order Mammon to give Levi his money back. I think it's a convoluted plan that's never going to work, and like I said, I wanted no part of it."
"I see." Are demons capable of sympathizing with humans? Because Lucifer definitely appears to be pitying me right now.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to play along," Lucifer continues. "After all, it might finally stop Levi from constantly pestering me about his missing money. I'm only going to give you a hint, though. I don't want anyone suspecting that I'm in on the plan."
"Sounds reasonable." Lucifer looks around the hallway before leaning in to tell me softly,
"I've frozen Mammon's credit card." As he leans away, I catch a flicker of jest in his eyes. He didn't...did he? If it weren't for the small smirk on his otherwise serious face, I would have dismissed the idea.
"Got it," I say, nodding my head. Lucifer seems to approve of my response. Just then, a bell rings.
"That's the first bell," Lucifer states. "Class is about to start. Time to get going."
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lovebugdotcom · 1 year
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Making my own rant so that I don’t end up fighting someone in the notes of their post 😭
I’m so tired of seeing Belphegor stans say stuff like “you only hate Belphegor because he was the only one who succeeded in killing the MC. The other brothers are just as bad.”
And I think they misunderstand where a lot of our frustration for him comes from. When the other characters tried to attack the MC, it was because they did something that upset or provoked them. (Do I think the MC ever deserved to be attacked? No. And I wish there was actually consequences for that stuff.) It’s different in the case of Belphegor. MC risked their life and worked real hard to get those pacts and free him from the attic, just to be rewarded with betrayal and death.
Once it was revealed that he hated humans, I expected his reason for it to be worse, but what happened to Lilith wasn’t even humanity’s fault, or even a single human’s fault. The guy Lilith was seeing didn’t even know she was an angel, it’s not like he manipulated her into healing him or anything like that. Lilith made that choice on her own. That said, I understand that his hatred for humanity was really just him redirecting his survivor’s guilt and self-hatred towards anyone but himself.
But what really frustrates me is that I could have forgiven Belphegor if Obey Me’s writing was better. His reason for hating humanity wasn’t very logical, but neither is survivor’s guilt, so I was prepared to forgive him if Obey Me did a good job of redeeming him, but then that just….. didn’t happen. There wasn’t even an apology from him. Outside of one mention, the attic incident was never talked about again. And MC had to go right back to doing free family therapy after getting murdered. The time I thought would be spent focusing on the relationship of MC and Belphegor and him working to rebuild trust with them was just spent with MC having to help the guy that betrayed them get close to his brothers again.
The whole Lilith thing doesn’t really help at all either, because even though he says that he “doesn’t just like them because of Lilith”, it’s hard to believe that when the game is telling us this instead of showing us, another problem I have that could have been solved if the writing was better. He did a full 180 from wanting MC dead to wanting to be around them constantly. Since the time between the attic incident and them forming a pact was just spent with MC mending the brother’s relationship with them, it just doesn’t feel as if they’ve bonded in a meaningful way. The other brothers went through their stages of aggression/indifference with MC and had to learn to see them as a person with value without the knowledge that they descended from Lilith. The fact Belphegor wasn’t given the chance to do this really hurts his character. His potential was squandered and I just can’t bring myself to like him.
I just don’t think Belphegor’s character and arc are well written, dudes, I’m sorry 😭😭
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Convert Anon💜 here!!
I agree witj you about Belphie, that I wouldnt trust him for a long while and has to make it up to me, especially if he ever wants to meet my family since I have three younger siblings and if they ever found out he hurt me, they would fight him
And my fav of the demon brothers is Mammon and close second would be Beel
Mammon cause I like greedy bois(*looks at the octotrio*) and Beel cause the best way to my heart is through food and i love them both
Belphie has to earn my trust for a long time and i would have another brother with me whenever I hang out with Belphie(probably Beel)
But yeah, salty about lesson 16 and him expecting everything to be okay after it and I am so salty about it
Also I would so sleep in Mammon’s room for a while cause he was holding our body and also never tried to ever kill us and also was our first demon🥺🥺💜💜
You play Obey me too Convert 💜 Anonie?!? That’s great! Oooh yes I am ready to chat about this topic. Let’s gooo 🙌🙌💗💗
Honestly, I haven’t been playing as much. The constant events and lessons and then the cards and added characters just made me go Ooof on it…plus difficulty spike andkskss
YES! I hate what they did with the whole blephie part! They just put everything under the rug and I for sure would never trust him and would use the pact to keep him away and he would have to make an effort to get me to like him at all let alone be in the same room.
Honestly, if anyone fought me on it, I would go stay at purgatory hall. You would think they would take time to at least make him ask for forgiveness or something
Though I heard in the anime you get some of that with him and the brothers but not the MC which is dumb because he needs to do that with mc. Like I get why he did it but doesn’t mean he can’t step up a bit.
I got into the game through asmo art and fanfic after constantly being barraged with ads on YouTube, thought I would love mammon until I found out he was a tsundere and then loved luci because of his love for family. But now I moved into Simeon and Solomon and adopted my baby brother Luke
Simeon because he’s just a gentle yet funny angel. You can tell he loves the brothers and his friends a lot and then he scarified so much for mc. There’s also a hidden part of him that makes me wonder too.
Solomon because he’s our shady wizard teacher and fellow human. And he cares and loves us so much and he’s funny and I can’t help but wonder about everything he had to go through through the years you know? (And apparently I have a thing for immortal grandpas who can’t cook 😂😂😅😅)
Mammon I gradually loved because he loves you so so so much. Beel is a sweetie but I feel he can’t choose between us and his twin and I wouldn’t put him through that.
Mammon would literally do anything and everything for us, he’s also always sweet to me and comes when I used to pull for a card that’s not him lol 😆
You and me Concert Anonie 🤝🤝 I agree with you. I am still so salty about it. Will definitely keep a brother with me and or just keep one of the other residents. Definitely wouldn’t trust dia or barbatos because they must have known something
And do you remember the previous timeline? That hurts me still because they are waiting still 😭😭
Mammon holding is as we disappear 😭😭😭😭 ahhhh that scene just tears me apart. I love when he’s honestly and loves us so wholeheartedly. I would definitely cuddle him too and hold his hand, so we both can we are alive and nothing can hold us
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