#i love drawing little bat barbatos

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 24 - Uniform

Gotta love a little corruption when it comes to "holy" characters, (read as Bat really likes Simeon and who he is as a character) >w> Enjoy!~

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You sighed heavily when you were getting ready that morning. As if waking up late and in a rush wasn’t enough, the button on your pants just HAD to pop off. Knowing full well that Barbatos would be busy with Diavolo, you went to the next person you knew who could possibly help.

“MC? Don’t we have class soon?” Simeon asked, inviting you in with a gesture. “Luke’s already made his way over, I thought you would have as well.”

You gave him a tired look and slid your uniform shirt up, revealing your predicament and lower stomach. “We do, but I can’t exactly be in class with a broken button,” you explain. “And you know Barbatos is going to be busy…you’re kind of my only option here.”

The angel chuckles softly as he moves around the room. “Is that all? I thought it would be some sort of emergency,” he tells you. “Though I suppose one of Lucifer’s lectures about not keeping up with your uniform would be classified as one.”

You make a noise of agreement as you watch him work. You can’t help but blush a bit; having Simeon on his knees in front of you like this…you’d be lying if your mind wasn’t wandering to places it definitely shouldn’t. Granted you’d also be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of him in this light, but that was neither here nor there.

Crystalline blue eyes are watching you when you break from your imagination’s musings. The chocolate-skinned man is also a bit flushed, knowing exactly where your mind was going. An angel he may be, but certainly not so pure of mind.

“Something distracting you MC?” Simeon asks, voice lower than before. It sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine that doesn’t go unmissed. “Is me being down here tempting you?”

You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut and looking away as you nod. “I’m not one to lie Simeon, you know that,” you mumble, slightly ashamed. The answer you get is a devious chuckle and a hand on your inner thigh.

You whip your gaze back to him, confused. “I’d by lying if I said I hadn’t thought of this myself,” he tells you. His gloved hand caresses your thigh, sliding up slowly to your sex. “You’ve been in my mind from the moment I’ve met you. And the things I’ve thought about…Raphael and Michael both would shame me for.”

You whimper slightly as you feel the angel start to massage your sex. You can’t stop your hips from rocking slowly against his hand. You knew you were going to get hell for being so late, but Lucifer’s lecture be damned. This felt too good for you to walk away, and it was clear the both of you had been wanting this.

“To get to touch you like this,” Simeon sighs in reverence. “The Celestial realm would never take me back.” A twinge of panic runs through you at this.

But before you can comment, he cuts you off with a stern look. “I would give up all that I am if it meant being with you MC,” his voice is firm, yet loving all at once. His gloved hand reaches beneath your pants and underwear. 

The fabric is so soft and gentle against your sex. You offhandedly wonder if the mess you were about to make would stain it, but Simeon rubbing against a particularly sweet spot fogged over your common sense further. You hear him shift, looking down to see him start to kiss and nip at your exposed hip.

“S-Simeon…! Mmh…!” You quickly cover your mouth so as not to draw any attention. Not like anyone would still be in Purgatory Hall by now, but for your own mental sanity, it mattered. A long line is licked up the line between the hem of your pants and your navel navel. 

“I want to hear all the noises you make,” Simeon tells you as his hand speeds up. “Don’t silence yourself from me darling. Please, for me?” And oh how you can’t deny an angel pleading for you to scream.

“Fuck…!” You gasp as he brushes over that sensitive spot again. Your hips were quickly losing their rhythm. Between the angel’s responsive touches and his nipping and licking, you were easily reaching your end. “Wanna come…please S-Simeon…so close!”

Simeon hums against your exposed skin, the sweet vibrations going straight for your sex. “Go on then sweetness,” he allows, expertly rubbing at your most sensitive spot like he knew your body from memory. “Let me feel you come for me.”

Your knees buckle a bit as you come undone, so much so that you need to use his shoulder for support. Praise is spoken over and over as the dark-skinned angel works you through your orgasm. None of it sticks of course, but it certainly feels good.

The celestial student helps you to your knees once you’re finished. He rubs soft circles on your back as you pant heavily with the aftershocks. A gentle kiss is pressed against your head. “You did so well for me darling, now let’s get you and that uniform cleaned up.”

#bat writes #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me simeon #om! simeon #simeon x reader #simeon smut

[ewesless]

Barbatos Costumes: The Good, The Bat

Okay! The Good, the Bat and the Ugly is a go!

Demon form! 10/10 My favorite Demon form and in my not at ALL humble opinion his is the most unique and interesting. That 300 raven was a total pain and took over a year to save up because of emergency vouchers. Silly beginner me had the lofty goal of getting everyone's Akuzon costumes when I started the game.

Continues at length under there

I wasn't into the ruffles, initially, but over time I've come to adore them. I hate drawing this costume. He's so freaking pretty 😫 His design is so stylish! I thought his spooky little horns resemble fossilized wings (Which are totally not like Handia's lol) and that made me wonder if he is much older than the others (lol yes) or if he has ancient Demon features. His long tail evokes amphibian and serpent and is a fresh twist on the traditional forked tail. On that subject I have never had the chance to hold an amphibian, so would his tail be super smooth, warm and slick like...the interior of the mouth or more like a cold, wet puppy nose? Lukewarm? I wonder if due to its nature that he has a special beauty routine/hygiene for his tail or if there is a degree of self cleansing. Does the "glistening sheen" have any rumors of psychedelic or magic effects? Does it get drippy?

Dame It's OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAND it just needs a nice tight corset! Dame opportunity, heh

Goth Card already discussed, but it's a solid 1000/100

Arabian Look 8.5/10

Already discussed, but GOD. He is practically naked, the Barbie toes, the shoulders, the fingerless opera length gloves, THAT WAIST AND LOW CUT TOP. The pashmina bulking out his hips in that weird bow and dragging around on the ground subtracted points.

Bonus Harem Butler. H0mos3xual hedonism unquestionably happened after this photo and Demonus was finished 😏

Animal Look 8/10

This was the first costume I could unlock for him! I love it! I love anything that gives him the illusion of an hourglass figure. The outfit looks so soft and cute and his big ol' adorable ears having cute fluffs is one time I'm not a stickler about accuracy. It would have an 9/10 (by Obey Me standards) but those high heel sneakers pain me so much. His tail being under his coat made him immune during Tail Thieves even if he was a target. But it also hides his long r-a-t like tail lmao Otherwise it's a Turn around~ Turn your ass back around~ I like his little hip peek. On his sprite his nails are unpainted, but in the chat art his nails are.

Happy Devil Day 2022 7.5/10

THIS is Ruffle Maxxing. It's an unusual color choice for him, but he rocks it. The big bow kind of detracts from it, but I adore stars.

Most Beautiful of Baby Girls

Vampire Hunter 7/10

Already discussed, but he should be a Magical Girl. He loves Burgundy, but rarely gets to wear it so I know he jumped on the opportunity with both feet. His ruffles and nipped in vest are 💖

Human World 7/10

Not a lot to say, I dig the contrasting soles!

Yokai 7/10

I wonder if Levi feels even more inadequate. 🤔Barbatos's serpent tail is THICK.

HDD 2021 Card Version 8.5/10

I love the card version SO MUCH. It's beautiful! I love his hands with Diavolo's. I hope they danced until they were dizzy and laughing their tipsy/drunk butts off

Baby Girl, Baby 😢 I wonder why his tail is so bright though? Surely that a specific meaning?

Part 2 next!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos

[obm-avenquire]

What if Msheepi just straight up and made a fursuit for everyone based on what each if the demon bros liked? (Levi already had one for certain, he just wouldn't admit it to anyone BC he's a closeted furry) Mammon and Asmo are definetly into having matching fursuits and accessories with Msheepi

god dammit now i have to add this to my list of designs to make. i refuse to just reuse the onesie/paws and claws outfits but i will take some inspo to lighten the workload. anyways my working list of animals/sonas: lucifer - wolf/doberman adjacent because the silhouette works and canon basis mammon - i would like him 2 be a crow maybe levi - scaley. satan - established to be a cat asmo - bunny! he suits them beel - uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bear belphie - will depend entirely on how i feel drawing diavolo - dragon :] barbatos - bat i love thats he a bat soemtimes im obsessed w it simeon - yeah the deer still works luke - red panda because i refuse to make him a dog solomon - human man but its still a fursuit thirteen - my first thought was an aye aye second thought raccoon. some sort of fucked up little creature for sure raphael - pangolin bc i associate him with them mephistopholes - i would make him a horse bc he does equestrian shit but that would also mean drawing a horse :/

#msheepi

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚎! 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠/ 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚌

Diavolo x Reader

Solomon x Reader

Obey Me! Shall We Date ?

18+

Tags: nothing too serious really. Some foot play I guess.

As requested, I tried writing a flirtatious mc. I've come to realize that I have a harder time writing a dominant/flirtatious character. This was a quick one, since I finally had a bit of free time.

Feel free to request, my lubs! <3

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Diavolo

Its no question that Diavolo is very patient when it comes to being with you. After all, he doesn't want to pressure you, or worse, scare you away.

And so when you asked him not to tell anyone and to treat you normally in public, he felt obliged to agree.

But don't get it wrong...he would like nothing more than to announce who his princess is...and who she belongs to.

So imagine his delight when, surprisingly, you boldly made the first move. In the rooms of RAD nonetheless.

Diavolo's eyes widened in the most miniscule, undetectable way, as he felt something grazing his leg.

He glanced around the table of exchange students, then at the two sitting across from him. And unless Solomon had suddenly developed a carnal desire for him, then he could safely assume that it was your foot currently rubbing at him.

His jaw tightened; a practiced smile plastered on his face as he listened to the sorcerer ramble on about the findings of his latest experiment.

All the while, your foot had slowly dragged itself up his leg, and is now making its way towards a certain hardening area.

His golden eyes darkened as he met yours, and you saw it. The warning behind those dilated eyes.

But all he got in return was a cool gaze, as you sat back against your chair, leg outstretched as you rubbed your foot against his swollen member.

His body flinched a bit as you ground your heel against him, arms crossed as you grinned at him.

"I think it would be best if we end the meeting here. I forgot I had a rather important guest to entertain. If there's anything else you might need, feel free to contact me or Barbatos."

His eyes bore into yours as the words left his lips.

"You, however, will stay here. I believe there's still something I must discuss with you, isn't that right, y/n?"

~*~*~*~

Solomon

Solomon found you amusing. That's for sure.

Your cute little reactions when he touches you. When he sneaks up on you.

He loved teasing you, playing with you, cause he loved the control he felt he had when your reactions play right into his desires.

So when you finally decided you had enough; decided that its time to turn the tables; he was quite...delightfully shocked...yet unusually flustered.

You knew that he was aware of your presence. He always knew when you were nearby.

And you knew that he was just waiting for you to pass him by so he could touch you obscenely, as he usually does.

But he didn't know, that while his back was turned, talking to some demon; you walked closer, hands ready, palms open.

Hearing you draw nearer, his head tilted slightly; the sly grin on his face already evident. But just as you were about to pass him, your hand came down with a loud slap.

"Hey baby," you grinned up at him, hand still on his ass as he stared down at you, flabbergasted. "I'll see you next period."

You gave him a wink and his ass a firm squeeze before walking away, leaving him to watch you go, shock still evident on his face.

He played it off. He let it go as some trick of light or maybe you were having an off day.

At least he tried to...until he felt your hand sliding up his thigh as you sat beside him next period.

"Hey...did you eat something bad or what?" he whispered, hand grasping at yours.

"I'm bored," you pouted, batting your eyes up at him. "Play with me."

"W-We're in class..." His eyes wavered, feeling your hand resume its tracing on his inner thigh.

"That didn't stop you before," you glared at him, your hand now groping at his hardening member.

He stared at you, dumbfounded, then with a defeated sigh, he leaned in and whispered.

"Fine...follow me to the bathroom in 5 minutes."

Needless to day, you learned that day the joy he felt watching your reactions, because nothing was more entertaining than seeing the sorcerer's face blush under your touch.

~*~*~*~

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

#obey me! diavolo #obey me! shall we date? #solomon x mc #solomon obey me #diavolo x reader #diavolo x you #solomon x you #roahh obey me! #roahh

[inhuman-obey-me]

Happy Birthday Barbatos!

Tumblr ate the quality on these so please click to see properly. <3 

HEADCANON

There are various dark shapes all over Barbatos's body, which might seem to be tattoos at first glance. However, if you really look at them, you'll notice that they are ever-shifting, gradually traveling across him or falling away. Some are dark and sharp, while others look more faded or fuzzy, but there are always a mix of them, always changing. Careful not to stare too long, or you'll find yourself hypnotized by the patterns, lost in the entrancing way they glide upon his skin.

They are not tattoos at all, he explains, but rather shadows of other worlds -- glimpses of moments from other timelines and universes making themselves known upon his form.

Accompanying (slightly steamy) fic below the cut! Or read on AO3 here.

It's late into the night already when you finally manage to shoo everyone out of the hotel room, with excuses of having to get up early for the next day of the Confectionery Expo.

Another chorus of the rowdy group shouting "Happy birthday, Barbatos!" fills the air on their way out, leaving the air feeling cheerful, if now empty.

"My apologies, MC, I should have realized that you were growing tired. Or," the birthday demon says with a politely deferential smile as he comes up behind you to close the door after them, "was there some other reason you wanted them all gone?"

Ooh, cheeky bastard. You were trying to be coy about it, but of course Barbatos is too sharp not to have noticed.

You place a hand lightly on his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt and batting your lashes coquettishly at him. "Well...I'm not the only one who was kind of excited that there's only one bed in here, am I?"

With a chuckle, he gently removes your hand from his shirt, and for a moment, you worry you might have done something wrong. You'd both been saying that you were happy for the time alone all day, but maybe you had misread things? Were you being too forward?

But no, he's removed your hand so he can undo the buttons himself. "No, I'll confess I was not particularly disappointed either. I wouldn't often have such an opportunity back at the Demon Lord's Castle, I suppose." Gloved fingers tilt your face upwards to meet his eyes. "We'll have to make the most of it."

He catches your lips in a kiss, guiding your hand back onto him. You quickly slide the silky smooth material of his now-open shirt off his shoulders, exploring his usually covered-up frame until your fingers find his and he presses you and your intertwined hands back against the door.

When he finally draws back, you gasp in surprise at the sight.

Given the modesty of his usual butler garb, you hadn't really seen much of his skin before -- and you hadn't quite been expecting to see every inch of the prim and proper servant's torso covered in darkly patterned tattoos. And are they...moving?

He chuckles softly at your surprise and steps back a bit for you to better take it all in. "Not what you were expecting?"

"I don't know what I was expecting," you answer absently, too drawn in by the way the shadows glide slowly across him. Different patterns move in different directions, overlapping and coming undone as they travel, and you yourself feel like you're coming undone at watching them. "What...are they? Tattoos?"

"Not quite," he smiles. "They're shadows."

"Shadows?" you repeat.

Without thinking, you reach a hand out to trace the designs. They're smooth upon his skin, and true to his description, they feel a little bit colder on the darkest parts. Some seem to be patterned in sharply angled lines, while others flow freely in rounded tendrils. They glide across his body at different speeds, seemingly disappearing in random places at times, as others shimmer into existence elsewhere to take their place.

"Yes, shadows. Of other universes. They are from other timelines, you see," he explains, sounding a bit amused. "That one you're touching now is from a far off timeline that long since branched, in which the Demon King never retired to sleep. As the Young Master never took power in that world, conflict is ongoing between the realms, and so a group of lesser demons has surrounded a young angel, where your finger is resting. They will soon destroy and devour the angel, for many of the lesser demons in this world often go hungry."

Now that he's explained it, you're able to make out the abstract shapes of the scene a bit more clearly. Just as he described, a figure in the center morphs, a vague shape of wings bursting out before other silhouettes in the scene pounce upon it, tearing it to shreds. You follow the lines with your fingers, brushing lightly across his shoulder until the shapes lead you to his back, where they disappear.

Gently, he tips your gaze back to his face. "Careful, my love. They'll draw you in if you don't look away," he whispers.

Blushing a little at having gotten so distracted by the shadowy shapes, you quickly close the distance between you, and he pulls you into another long kiss.

It's not long before he undoes your shirt as well, and leads you back towards the bed, sitting you both down at the edge. A tingle runs down your spine at the feeling of his skin against yours, occasional colder spots leaving chilly caresses upon your body as the shadowy shapes travel across his.

You lean down to tuck a few light kisses upon his neck, and the tendrils of another tattoo-like shadow flit down to meet your lips. It tickles a bit, and you can't help but let out a giggle at the sensation. "What's this?" you murmur, running your fingers over the spot as you take the moment as an opportunity to catch your breath a little.

"A phantombeak avocet - a rare Devildom bird - building a nest," he answers, running his fingers through your hair. "They're quite famous for their long...beaks." His breath catches slightly on the last word as you mischievously dive back in to plant another kiss upon the spot on his neck.

Amused at having elicited such a reaction from the normally never surprisable butler, you decide to continue asking him about the shapes as you travel down his body.

"What about this one?" you ask, brushing your lips teasingly over his collarbone, where one set of thin, twisting black lines disappears into another.

"A snake, slithering into a cave to find its next meal," he hums in response.

You slide your fingers further down, tracing the sharp edges of another group of lines just above his abdomen. "And this one?" you ask. The lines of this set are dark, though thin, and look like a set of triangles.

He frowns slightly. "That one is a bit of a grisly scene, in a timeline much closer to this one. Another couple staying in this same room, but one of them has just discovered the other's...indiscretions. What you see there is his hand, wrapped around a knife. His lover won't survive the night, I'm afraid."

"Oh!" Your face pales, and you quickly pull your hand back, but he chuckles at your reaction.

"Not to worry, they're far from us even if the timeline is close. But," he says, rolling you over down onto the bed, the breath of his next whispered words tickling against your ear, "let us set the shadows aside for now, hmm, my love? You've been running your lips and fingers all over me the whole night. I do believe it's my turn."

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me barbatos #om! barbatos #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me fanart #obey me fic #happy birthday barbatos #mod cosmos doodles #headcanon and writing by mod chaos! #not spicy but steamy #excuse the rough animation -- first time animating in clip studio and had limited time lol #but we got this all done in time!! #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARBATOSSSSS

[fickleminder]

the years start coming and they don’t stop coming

In which Lilith’s return distorts her brothers’ perception of time.

Part 2 here

You’ve never seen the demon prince look so embarrassed.

“I can call for —”

“No, it’s okay. They deserve this.”

But you don’t, goes unspoken. You can see the pity in his eyes, feel the palpable disappointment in the air. Even Simeon and Luke make sure to hug you extra tight before stepping through the portal to the Celestial Realm, and Solomon promises to check up on you after you’ve returned home.

Thanking Lord Diavolo and Barbatos for their hospitality, you turn towards the final demon in the council room and put on the biggest grin your breaking heart can muster. “Hey, c’mere.”

Satan doesn’t hesitate to throw his arms around you. It’s almost like he’s trying to make up for his brothers’ absence, the way he crushes you to his chest and cradles the back of your head.

You can’t find it in yourself to blame them. As far as miracles go, this is a pretty big one. Lilith coming back to life is an unprecedented event, one not even Barbatos had seen coming. Nobody has any answers either. She’s definitely not a demon, not an angel, not human; just an immortal who knocked on the front door of the House of Lamentation three days ago.

Her brothers haven’t left her alone since. You’re happy for them, you really are, but a bitter part of you can’t help but wish her return had waited until after the exchange program ended. At least Lucifer had the courtesy to pull you aside and thank you on his family’s behalf (though you’re quite certain you had nothing to do with your ancestor’s sudden revival), in addition to making a pact with you as a token of his gratitude.

With that, you could have summoned all of them to send you off just as effectively as Lord Diavolo giving the order, but it won’t be the same and you know it. Your only saving grace is Satan, the one brother who’d kept his head and anchored you in the sea of loneliness you’d been set adrift in over the last few days.

“I’m gonna miss you, cat boy.”

“I miss you already,” Satan laughs softly, pulling back with a warm smile. “I’ll stay in touch, I promise.”

You squeeze his arms affectionately and glance past his shoulders at the closed doors. There’s the smallest shred of hope in you that thinks the others will come bursting through any moment now, scrambling for one final chance to see you. You give yourself five seconds, silently counting down to a pipe dream, before pressing a kiss to Satan’s cheek and releasing him.

“It might not seem like it now, but the Devildom will always be here for you,” Lord Diavolo says as the world around you fades to white. “Farewell.”

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“Did you lose track of time at the library again? You missed dinner last night LOL.”

“Levi, be nice!”

Satan only hums quietly in response. He can’t be bothered to correct the assumption; it’s a convenient excuse for when his brothers actually notice he’s missing anyway.

The irony of Levi calling him out isn’t lost on him. While the otaku is still obsessed with his games and shows, he’s no longer as shut-in as he used to be, venturing outside the comforts of his sanctuary more often. Satan has passed by the common room on many occasions to find him and Lilith gaming or binging anime together, and the content expression on Levi’s face proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the void from his Henry’s departure has long been filled.

“Oh, but speaking of,” Lilith sets her cutlery down and smiles shyly at the fourth-born, “I haven’t had the chance to explore the libraries here yet. If it’s not too much trouble, can you show me around and recommend a few books?”

Shrugging non-committedly, Satan continues with his meal, not once looking her in the eye.

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You’ve always wondered how someone with the Avatar of Lust for a brother can have such terrible fashion sense. It should be impossible to go wrong with dressing for a funeral, but you guess life (along with a certain eyesore of a tie) just loves to disappoint you. Still, you’re too glad to have Satan with you right now to care.

“Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime.”

You lean into the demon’s side as he holds an umbrella over both of you. Your eyes are drawn to the flowers he’d placed on your mother’s grave, the only splash of color against the dull tombstone. For the longest time, all you can process is the pitter-patter of the afternoon rain on the plastic wrap of the bouquet, and the comforting weight of Satan’s arm across your shoulders.

“She was in a lot of pain,” you admit after a while, your voice slightly hoarse. “The doctors had to sedate her. She went in her sleep.”

“I’m sorry.” Satan fidgets awkwardly, not quite sure what to say. He’s no stranger to death, but the loss of someone dear is unfamiliar to him. “Perhaps Simeon can find out if —”

“No, no it’s fine. I just — I need to —”

The umbrella is forgotten as Satan catches you, lowering you gently to the ground when your knees give way. You cling to him desperately, and it’s all he can do to draw you close as you start to wail.

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Satan barely makes it three steps into the house before getting pounced on.

“How was it? Where did you go? Ooh you lucky demon, I want to hear all the details!”

“Oi, oi! What are you babbling on about?”

“Don’t act coy with me! Lilith saw you at the florist’s yesterday with the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers!”

“Yesterday? But —”

“How come you never told me someone caught your eye? I would have dolled you up, lent you some of my clothes —” Asmo gasps dramatically. “You didn’t wear that horrid jacket to your date, did you?”

Wrestling a hand free, Satan musses his younger brother’s hair. “None of your business,” he growls, walking away with a smirk when Asmo immediately releases him to fix his appearance. “Who do you take me for, anyway?”

“Aww come on, just give me a hint! Do I know them? Is it someone from RAD? Ooh, did you meet them at the library or —”

Ducking into the safety of his room, Satan shuts the door in Asmo’s face.

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“Thank fuck. Who picked your outfit this time?”

“Barbatos. And shut up.”

You grab Satan’s arm with a laugh and lead him towards your table, politely introducing him as ‘Stan from work’ to any relatives who ask about the handsome young man accompanying you. Satan’s usual mask is in place, but there’s no mistaking the gleam of wonder in his eyes as he takes in his surroundings.

“Finally,” you sigh, sinking into your seat and grinning sheepishly at the blond. “Sorry about them. It’s just that they’ve never seen me with anyone, so they’re really curious about you.”

“Well, I’m glad you invited me along. I’ve never been to a wedding before.” The romantic in Satan is openly basking in the ambience of the reception. “You mentioned that your niece had gotten married?”

“Technically my first cousin once removed, but yeah.”

“And you’ve not been seeing anyone?”

“You would have been the first to know if I have,” you tease, nudging him playfully. “Apparently a lot of people are put off by the way I dress. Too modest, they say.”

But not without good reason. The pact marks on your body may be slightly faded from disuse, but they’re still discernable if stared at hard enough: Lucifer’s at the back of your neck; Mammon’s over your heart; Levi’s curled around your right calf; Satan’s circling your left arm; Asmo’s dangerously close to tramp stamp territory; Beel’s just under your navel; and Belphie’s on your ribs at the side you like to sleep on.

Passing them off as tattoos without attracting the wrong kind of attention is a little tricky, so you’d rather take a page from Solomon’s book and cover them up. Being called a prude is easier than dealing with cultists.

(It also helps you to keep your mind off of them, because some wounds continue to hurt even after they heal, so there’s that.)

Sensing the drop in your mood, Satan clears his throat to get your attention. It’s only then that you realize there’s music playing in the background, and couples moving from their tables to the floor.

Your companion stands up and offers you his hand, this time with a genuine smile on his face. “May I have this dance?”

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Lucifer’s tone books no room for argument. “This will be a family event, so I expect your attendance. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little escapades over the past few months.”

“Tch.”

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Whatever. I’ll be there.”

Satan has to resist the urge to hurl his hardcover at the back of Lucifer’s head when he takes his leave. That’s no way to treat a book, after all.

Beel’s Fangol team has an upcoming match and it’ll be Lilith’s first time watching him play. She’s been hyped up for weeks, so it comes as no surprise that Lucifer would use the opportunity to turn it into a family outing. He’s been doing that a lot lately.

Gone is the stuffy first-born who can spend days in his office if left unchecked. Lucifer is still as strict as ever, still fulfills his duties to Lord Diavolo diligently, but it’s like he’s managed to master balancing work and play overnight. He makes more time for his siblings now, even if it’s to dole out punishments for their endless shenanigans, punishments that vary in severity depending on how cutely Lilith pleads on their behalf.

Lucifer has always doted on her, and she has him wrapped around her little finger. Belphie has even gone as far as corrupting her into pranking him, and she need only bat her eyelashes to get off scot-free.

Lilith was the catalyst for the Fall, her descendent the glue that brought her siblings back together, and her return the final piece in making their family whole again.

But you were family too, Satan thinks sourly, pulling out his D.D.D. to mark the date in his calendar.

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When you invite Satan over to your apartment for tea, he never expected to be introduced to your new housemate: a handsome fellow with chestnut brown hair, sharp jade eyes, a runner’s body, and the softest-looking toe beans he has ever seen in his immortal life.

“Satan, meet Satan!” You hold out the tabby towards him with a shit-eating grin.

Both demon and cat blink owlishly at each other. The blond doesn’t know whether to feel endeared by the feline sharing his name or insulted that you would replace him so easily, but all it takes is a single bop on the nose with a curious paw for him to melt.

Satan the tabby, who normally prefers to scale your shelves and nap between your books, spends the entire day a purring puddle in Satan the demon’s arms, shamelessly relishing in pets and massages to the extent that at some point, you have a very real fear they might just end up absconding back to the Devildom together. Thankfully, some kibble and freshly baked treats help you separate the two for a while, at least long enough for you to get some decent conversation in.

You brew a pot of Earl Grey with the beautifully crafted tea set Barbatos gifted you when you had first moved in, and serve the scones you made earlier in the morning using the baking tools blessed by Luke during your housewarming. You don’t know if the little angel had actually imbued them with Celestial magic, but everything you cook somehow always lifts your spirits when consumed.

Satan has to catch himself in the middle of regaling you with Mammon’s latest half-baked scheme. The wistful look on your face is new; you’re usually eager to hear what his brothers have been up to, but something feels off today. He pours you more tea, slides another scone onto your plate, and waits.

“…Are they happy?” You ask after a while.

The demon knows better than to lie, even if it’s to spare you from the truth he suspects you’re already aware of. “Yes,” he admits grudgingly.

“I’m glad.”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

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Lilith stands outside his room, holding a tray of tea and cakes.

“Hey, um, may I come in?” Her smile is both hopeful and uncertain. It’s a gamble, ambushing the fourth-born when he obviously has no interest in her. At best, he’ll make up an excuse to turn her away or just ignore her completely; at worst, well… she doesn’t really want to think about that. To her visible relief, he opens the door wider and steps aside.

Satan clears a space for her to set the tray down. There’s the briefest moment of hesitation before he drags your favorite armchair over and offers her a seat as well. He looks guarded but not openly hostile, a promising sign so far.

“You’ve been in and out of the house lately, so I haven’t had the chance to catch you. I thought we might sit down and talk,” Lilith says, pouring two cups of the hot beverage as she chooses her next words carefully. “The others told me about how you were born, but I understand that you are your own person. I’d like to get to know that person.”

A part of Satan is acutely aware of their one-sided relationship; he is familiar with her through Lucifer, but she has never met him. It makes sense for her to be curious about him, though Satan isn’t so sure he wants to return the favor. She reminds him too much of you in the way she prepares her tea, how she sits on your chair, her shy lopsided smile —

But she’s not you, and you’re not her, Satan has to remind himself lest he commits the same mistake his brothers nearly did after your lineage had been revealed. Now in a convoluted turn of events, it’s you who’s gone and Lilith here, and there’s no reason why he can’t give her a chance and treat her like the sister she could be to him.

It’s what you would have wanted.

Lilith tries not to let her shoulders slump too much when Satan quietly stands up and heads towards his door. She’s prepared to pack up and leave until she spots him grabbing several books from a nearby shelf.

“Have you ever read Mid-Fall Murders?” He asks, handing her a hardcover with a shy smile of his own.

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“What’s it like?”

Satan’s grip on your hand tightens. “I don’t actually know,” he confesses, shuffling closer so that your shoulder and arm are pressed against his. It’s a strange sight, the two of you lying side by side on your bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

“Will it hurt?”

“No.”

You’ve never heard a single word hold so much promise, but you have no reason to doubt the demon’s sincerity. Satan wouldn’t take pity on you just because you’re —

A light knock on the door, and in pokes Simeon’s head. “Ah, little lamb! I’m glad we made it in time.”

“Not so little anymore, Simeon.” You laugh softly, greeting Luke and Solomon as they trail in behind him. Satan brushes his lips over your forehead before getting up to receive your guests.

The day is as ordinary as it can be. You talk and catch up with your friends, trading stories and laughter over cups of tea that neither grow cold nor go empty. When the session turns into a mini book club gathering halfway through, Luke helpfully retrieves the debated titles from the massive shelf in the living room. He takes a while to find them; you’ve accumulated plenty of works over the years: recommendations by Satan, literature published under Simeon’s pseudonym, and handwritten tomes from Solomon to keep you in touch with your magic. The shelf is practically jam-packed with books, the only exception being a corner on the topmost tier, housing a little space that’s empty save for a worn green collar with a rusted bell.

Come sundown the five of you are still neck-deep in discussion, but as with all good things, the get together eventually reaches an end.

“Thanks everyone, it’s been fun,” you say, reclining back in your bed as Satan wordlessly cleans up. You squeeze his hand when he returns to your side and bid the others goodbye. “Hopefully I’ll see you guys soon?”

“About that…” Solomon clears his throat, wearing the smug look that usually accompanies a trick being pulled out of his sleeve, but this time it’s tinged more with excitement than mischief. “Simeon has a little present for you first.”

The guileless smile on the angel’s face betrays nothing as he steps forward and reaches into a small pouch at his hip. “Solomon, Diavolo and I have a theory. Now, keep in mind that this is all very experimental, but if it works, you’ll have more options to choose from, should you so wish.”

And then he brings out a ring.

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“Are you, uh, are you okay?”

“Not in the mood, Mammon.”

“Oi, I’m trying to be nice here! Who do you think covered for your sorry ass when you came back past curfew the other day, huh?”

“What the hell do you want?”

“You may think you’re all stealthy and shit, but your eyes were pretty red that night. I thought you were at a book club meeting. Did something happen?”

“None of your business.”

“Argh, fine then! This is the last time I try to be a good big brother.”

“…Mammon?”

“?”

“...”

“...”

“I’m sorry.”

“Eh, what are you — you can’t just say that and then run off! Get back here!”

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“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen…”

Lilith’s countdown echoes along the deserted hallway, prompting Beel to nudge the deadweight on his back. “Belphie, go get your own hiding place.”

“Mmngh… zzz…”

“Come on, or she’ll win this round with a two for one. Again.”

“…Just dump me somewhere she won’t find me then.”

A tall order, especially since Lilith can easily track them down by listening out for Beel’s stomach and/or Belphie’s snores. Still, the sixth-born lumbers through the house as quietly as he can, doing a one-eighty whenever he hears Lilith’s cheerful hums coming from the opposite direction. Technically they can avoid being caught if they keep moving, but that would be cheating. They hid in the attic previously so that’s a no go, their room’s too obvious, the kitchen too tempting, the common room too exposed…

Maybe Levi’s room? The otaku had sound-proofed his walls to avoid distractions from the outside world when he’s gaming, so it’s an ideal location to hide. He can stash Belphie in the bathtub and run interference until time’s up.

Backtracking, Beel breaks into a light jog towards the other wing, keeping his ears open for their seeker. It’s only because of his heightened senses that he’s able to pick up the faintest traces of magic on one of the walls, causing him to pause in his steps.

“Hmm? Why’d you stop?” Slightly more awake now, Belphie rubs his eyes and slides off his twin, who’s studying the blank space intently. “What’s wrong, Beel?”

“There’s something here, something…”

“It’s just a wall —”

“No, don’t you feel it? I know you weren’t around then, but it’s the same glamor as that time Luke went missing and we —”

Beel goes white. He whispers a name, a name not spoken in the house for years, and a door flickers into view. One hand grabs Belphie’s in a death grip as the other twists the knob and pushes the door open, revealing an old yet familiar room.

The place is devoid of life. Most of the furniture are covered by sheets, resting under thick layers of dust. In the middle sits a tree, sagging with age and soft with rot. Sunken footprints mark the demons’ furtive venture into decrepit memory, and the creaking of floorboards with every step only tethers the growing nightmare closer to reality.

A photo frame crashes to the ground.

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They deserve this.

Satan feels it the moment the spell concealing your room was broken. It had been his way of protecting your memory, ensuring that your sanctuary would only be accessible to those who made the effort to remember you. He cast it about a year after you had left the Devildom, after he realized that leaving your door in plain sight wasn’t doing you any favors.

Hidden away in an alcove at the back of the garden, curled up with a blanket and a thermos of hot tea, Satan slides a bookmark between the pages of his latest novel and leans his head back, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh.

Even this far away from the house, he can hear the cacophony of screams and shouts, objects being flung and shattered into pieces, a muted bang suggesting that a wall has just collapsed. The fallout comes as no surprise; waking up after living the past hundred years or so in a daze will do that to a person – or in this case, demons.

Although the sounds of fighting call to the rage bubbling within him, the vindictive thoughts of his brothers getting their just desserts cool it to a simmer. He knows he’ll have to face them eventually, but he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“Meow?”

Emerald eyes blink open. There’s a faint rustle from the nearby bushes as a tiny Calico wanders out of the foliage, peering around the garden curiously. Upon spotting the blond demon, it perks up and makes a beeline for him.

“Hm? You’re not Callie. Are you new here, little one?” His mood considerably improved, Satan extends a hand towards the kitten. It skips the finger sniffing step and goes straight to headbutting his palm, begging for attention.

“You’re an affectionate one, aren’t you?” Satan caves immediately and scritches away with a delighted chuckle. He examines the markings on its tri-colored fur, wanting to recognize the friendly feline if it comes back in the future. The Calico is mostly white with patches of brown and black splashed over the back of its neck, near the base of its tail, just under the side of its ribs, and several other spots that seem to collectively resemble a familiar pattern…

Satan’s hand stills. He whispers your name, trembling with hope, and the kitten practically leaps into his arms, nuzzling his chin with a happy purr.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lilith #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me replaced mc au

[moinstar]

Commissioned fic from @/light_arin on Twitter.

Tell me the story that sealed your heart.

Moin gave Barbatos a grateful smile as he handed her the cup of coffee. She remembered the first time she had asked for coffee at the tea party. The way he changed his cup with his unfaltering polite smile, just like the one that graced his lips in the current moment.

A playful spring breeze tugged on her red locks as she took a sip of her coffee, the warm weather making it possible to have the tea party in the garden. Floating candles cast a soothing light over them, adding to the formal yet comfortable ambiance of the tea party. Her gaze was filled with mild curiosity as Diavolo and Lucifer talked about some business. The Demon Lord’s eyes were closed into crescents as he let out a light chuckle, a contrast to Lucifer’s slightly exasperated sigh.

“At least everything ended well, Lucifer. Isn’t that right, Barbatos?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“As true as that may be, I wish he would learn to be a proper demon by now.”

Ah. They were speaking of the illegal gambling rings Mammon had been involved in. The poor second-born had been strung to the ceiling before they left for the tea party because of it. Moin smiled a little sheepishly, taking another sip of her coffee as she wondered if anyone had helped him down by now. If they hadn’t she would try to do it later.

She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes fluttering shut as she let her thoughts wander. The warm candlelight filtered through the branches of the trees surrounding them, catching on the ring she wore on her left hand. The glint caught Diavolo’s eye, and he leaned forward, the curiosity clear on his expression as he recalled what he had learned about humans and rings in the past.

“I heard that humans have traditions and symbolisms that go with wearing rings.”

Moin quickly opened her eyes, jolting in surprise when she met the golden gaze that was watching her intensely. She nodded in affirmation, waiting to see if he said anything else. Emboldened by her nod, the young Demon Prince continued.

“I’ve also heard that it can vary from nation to nation, so forgive me if I’m wrong, but… Moin, the ring on your fourth finger… Are you married in the Human World?”

Moin almost choked on her coffee, shocked by the sudden question. She set her cup down slowly, a quiet yet dark chuckle leaving her lips. Lucifer fought the urge to arch an eyebrow at her distant look, glancing at Diavolo. The look of concern that flit over the Demon Prince’s features prompted the Avatar of Pride to clear his throat, subtly attempting to remind Moin of her table manners. She flinched slightly, glancing at Lucifer before smiling gratefully at Barbatos who was standing beside her with a clean napkin. The three waited in silence as Moin dabbed at her lips, watching as she fiddled with the napkin in her lap. Moin bit her lip hesitantly, meeting Diavolo’s gaze as she struggled to organize her thoughts.

“Um… No, I’m not married. Although, it is true that the ring on the left ring finger usually means you’re married or engaged to someone. I just…”

She paused, propping her elbows on the table as she looked at both of her rings, one on each hand. Deciding to explain what the rings meant to her, she leaned against her left hand, not noticing Lucifer’s brief look of disapproval. To him, elbows on the table was an act of disrespect, but the young Demon Lord didn’t even bat an eye as he leaned forward, eager to hear her continue. With a small smile, she met Diavolo’s gaze, turning her hand so that he could see the silver ring that decorated her right middle finger.

“The silver ring was given to me by a dear friend. It symbolizes that your true friends will always be there no matter what. Even through ups and downs and broken relationships, my true friends will always be close to my heart. Like this.”

Her smile softened as she clasped her hands together, the silver ring glittering besides the black ring of her left hand as she pulled her hands to her chest. Her smile turned slightly pained as she looked down at her fingers, her gaze fixed on the black ring. As she untangled her fingers, she held up her left hand, watching the way the candle light caught on the dark metal.

“In the human world, people believe that the left ring finger is a symbol of your heart. That’s why when people fall in love, they buy a ring to seal their love for each other.”

Moin looked up briefly to see everyone watching her with interest. The information seemed to be new to them, and it was clear that they were fascinated by this tradition of the Human World. With a deep breath she steeled herself as she continued.

“Those rings are usually silver or gold. But… I got tired of love. Of giving it, and of waiting for it. As I grew up, I learned that love is always fleeting. So I never believed in marriage. That’s why mine is black… I chose it to symbolize sealing my heart.”

Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she glanced down at her ring, unsure of what to say as a silence settled around them. Just as she was about to speak up, her gaze widened in surprise, fixed on the tan hand that now held hers. The Demon Lord’s black nails gleamed beside her black ring, and she felt a slight twinge in her heart as she slowly raised her gaze to meet his wistful look. Diavolo gave her a sad smile as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze with a shake of his head.

“You’re lying, Moin.”

Still trying to process the warmth of his hand enveloping hers, Moin stared at the red-haired prince in surprise and confusion, her lashes fluttering as she blinked rapidly. Diavolo’s sad smile became slightly amused at the expression of obvious shock on Moin’s face. His gaze filled with an encouraging warmth as he brushed a thumb over the black ring on her ring finger.

“You say you’re tired of love, but that’s not true. Look at you. You’re so full of love. Your soul is pure and white, radiating with the love you hold. The love that you showed the brothers. The love that brought them to love you.”

Moin swallowed harshly as she lowered her gaze, her bangs covering her face as she felt tears well up in her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, a desperate attempt to keep the tears at bay as she tightened her grip on the young prince’s hand. A soft smile graced his features as he gently squeezed her hand, silently showing that he wasn’t going to let go.

“Even Lucifer loves you. Isn’t that right, Lucifer?”

The Avatar of Pride let out a quiet sigh, his ruby gaze fixed on the small girl. His gaze was unreadable as he took in the way she was still bowing her head, her red locks casting a shadow of her eyes. Yet, something seemed to shift within him, his voice soft as he leaned forward to pat Moin’s head.

“Of course.”

Moin looked up at him in surprise, giving him a grateful smile as she wiped away a stray tear with her free hand. Deciding that he had done enough, Lucifer gave her head one last pat before pulling away. Her gaze shifted from Lucifer to Diavolo, before glancing at Barbatos, and finally settling on the hand that was still clasped with Diavolo’s.

“I… I just still can’t believe that I did all of that. I feel like I didn’t do much to deserve-”

Moin broke off in the middle of her sentence as Diavolo pulled her hand to his chest. The steady beating of his heart sent a wave of security over her as he gazed at her with warm golden eyes.

“Moin…”

She swallowed harshly, unable to draw her gaze away from the Demon Prince as he continued.

“You deserve it all. I’m so proud of you, Moin. And all of us are grateful for your presence. After all, if it wasn’t for you, who knows how long this farce would have lasted?”

His eyes closed to crescents as he gave a warm smile, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand.

“I’m glad it was you.”

Moin gave up on fighting her tears, letting them fall freely as she flung her arms around Diavolo’s neck. Once more, a grateful smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she hugged him. Diavolo blinked in surprise, faintly aware of Lucifer and Barbatos sharing a surprised glance themselves. Then a quiet whisper drew his attention back to the one in his arms.

“Thank you…”

He let out a light chuckle, gently returning the embrace as he rubbed her back.

“No, Moin. I should be the one thanking you.”

Lucifer’s expression was blank as he took a sip of his tea, setting the cup back down with careful and controlled movements. His ruby gaze was fixed on the small girl that was not pulling away from the Demon Prince. His grip on the cup tightened ever so slightly as he watched her smile at Lord Diavolo.

She had done so much for him. No, not just him. For all his brothers. An unfamiliar warmth blossomed in his chest as he watched her, but the feeling quickly twisted as Lord Diavolo wiped the tears from Moin’s cheeks.

He was happy to see her smile. Happy that she was there with them. But deep down, he also felt jealous. Jealous that she wasn’t in his arms. Jealous that the smile wasn’t directed at him.

“Is everything alright, Lucifer?”

The quiet voice of the Demon Butler shook the Avatar of Pride out of his thoughts. He glanced at Moin and Lord Diavolo, checking that they hadn’t heard the seemingly harmless question before turning to meet the mossy green gaze that watched him with interest. Barbatos placed a hand on his chin, tilting his head slightly as he awaited an answer. Lucifer placed a hand on his chest, pushing down the feelings that had been rising within him as he responded with a controlled smile.

“Of course.”

#obey me mc #moin mc #self indulgent shit

[justcallmefox89]

Truth or Dare Part 5

Tension builds in the House of Lamentation, and one relationship grows as another falls apart.  Arianthi finds out the brothers have been keeping a secret from her.

NSFW - penetrative sex, unprotected sex

TW -  Possible TWs for those who have suffered from physical abuse.

Written from the perspective of my female character Arianthi. 

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Hey Violet - Like Lovers Do

Post Malone - I Fall Apart 

Tom Odell - Another Love

LP - Too Much

Hozier - Better Love 

Mammon and I stare at each other for what seems like forever, but in reality can only be a few seconds.  Seeing him cry triggers all my usual instincts.  

Protect him, hold him, make it better.  

I try to move away from Diavolo but he sleepily tightens his hold on me, and I watch as Mammon slowly closes my bedroom door.  I stay still and listen as his footsteps steadily fade, a slow crack forming on the one piece of my heart that Mammon hasn’t already shattered.  

Diavolo nuzzles the back of my neck.  “Something wrong?”

“No.  No it’s nothing.”  I relax back into his arms.  

I don’t owe Mammon anything, especially not after tonight.  Just enjoy having Diavolo in your bed.

“Well, if you’re still awake I obviously didn’t do my job well enough earlier.”  Diavolo skims a large hand down my stomach and between my thighs while he lazily rocks his hips against my ass.  “Let’s see if I can improve on that.”  

He roughly pushes two fingers inside me; I’m wet with arousal and his earlier release and he uses that to his advantage, pushing in and out, making me even wetter for him.  He slides his other arm under my shoulders to palm my breasts and hold me tight to his chest.  He removes his fingers and brings his hand behind my knee to slightly raise my leg, then slowly slides his cock deep in my pussy.

Despite our earlier session it is still a tight fit, and when he lowers my leg it becomes tighter still.  I’m deliciously sore, pain edging along with pleasure as we melt together.  His hand comes to rest on my lower stomach, pressing our hips tightly together as we sleepily rock against each other.  His thrusts are slow and shallow, but still manage to hit all my sweet spots.  

Diavolo flutters soft kisses up my neck to my ear.  “You feel so good....how do you feel so good?”  

I loll my head back against his shoulder to allow him access to the other side of my neck.  I feel his soft lips again, then the sharpness of his fangs as his nips at my neck, marking me as his.  I moan and raise a hand behind me to tangle my hand in his hair, attempting to pull him even closer.  The only sounds in my room are our mingled sighs of lust and bare skin meeting bare skin.  I feel my orgasm coming on, unfurling like silk low in my abdomen.  One last thrust from Diavolo sends me over the edge and my pussy clenches around him; he follows immediately, shooting spurt after spurt of cum deep inside me.  It mixes with his earlier release and runs down my thighs, my body unable to contain all of it. 

He pulls out and rolls me on my side to face him, putting one hand between my thighs to collect his cum on two fingers.  He swipes them slowly over my lips, coating them.  

“Kiss me.”  The low growl is an order I immediately obey, and he licks along my lips before his tongue meets mine, and we share the taste of our mutual release.  

He breaks the kiss after a few moments, then wraps his arms around around me, cradling my head against his chest.  He rests his cheek on top of my head and presses a kiss into my hair.  “Good night princess.”  

I wake up several hours later, still in Diavolo’s arms.  I can hear the persistent buzzing of my D.D.D. on my nightstand.  I free one arm and snag it, thumbing open the home screen.  56 new messages and 11 missed call.  I scroll through them; they’re all from the brothers, minus Mammon. 

You missed breakfast are you ok?  Will you be joining us for lunch?  Please answer the door, we’re worried.  Please come down for dinner.  

I throw the D.D.D. away from me as hard as I can and it lands on the carpet with a thud.  

“Nobody you wanted to talk to?”  Even though his voice is thick with sleep I can hear amusement in Diavolo’s question.  

I stretch out lazily next to him and shake my head.  “Just the boys.  I missed breakfast and lunch.  They’re worried I’m going to turn my room into a bunker.”

“Don’t you think you should let them know you’re ok?”  Diavolo’s eyebrows draw together in worry.

I reach out and smooth away the wrinkles in his forehead with my thumbs before pressing a light kiss there.  “If you keep frowning that way your face will get stuck like that.”

He chuckles as he reaches out and catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.  “You’re adorable, but I’m not letting you get away with not answering.”

I sigh.  “I’ll eat dinner with them tonight.  Right now I just want to keep being with you.”  I laugh.  “And take a shower.”

Diavolo grins at me.  “I don’t suppose you could be persuaded to allow me to join you?”

I gasp in mock surprise.  “I would never deny my prince anything!”

He bites his lip.  “Your prince, hm?  I do like the sound of that.”  

He growls and rolls over on top of me, pressing kisses all over my face, my neck, my chest.  I attempt to retaliate and we wind up tangled in the blankets, giggling and breathless.

“Ok, but seriously.  Shower time.”  I smile at him and sit up.  I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and wince a little.

Diavolo is instantly by my side, frowning with concern.  “Are you ok?  Did I hurt you?”

I brush away his concerns with a smile.  “Just a little sore from last night.  You are significantly.......larger than anyone else I’ve been with.”

He gives me a cocky smirk, then sweeps me up in his arms, bridal style.  “Well since this is all my fault allow me to pamper you a little.” 

He carries me into my bathroom, and sets me down on the sink.  I wait for him to start the shower, to get the water temperature just right.  He picks me up again and gently sets me under the warm stream of water before stepping in behind me.  “Let me wash your hair.”

I wet my hair then obediently turn my back to him, sighing as his strong fingers work through my hair, gently pressing against my skull.  He helps me rinse, then repeats the same process for my conditioner.  

“Ok, your turn mister.”  I pour some shampoo into my hand, while he wets his hair.  We run into a problem when I go to lather his hair.  “Ok, you’re going to have to bend down because I can’t reach you!”

He rolls his eyes at me with a smile and bends down so I can shampoo his hair.  I take my time, gently scratching his scalp with my fingernails, enjoying the soft feel of his hair.  We take turns soaping each other’s bodies, sneaking soft kisses and touches in between.  

“Stay right here.”  Diavolo gives me one last kiss before shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower.  He quickly towels off, then wraps the towel around his waist.  “Now come here.”  

He holds out a towel and I step into his embrace.  He softly towels me dry, wrapping me up tight when he’s done.  He grabs an extra towel and my hair brush before picking me up again and carrying me back to my bed.  He sits on the mattress, settling me firmly in his lap before softly drying my hair and gently brushing it free of tangles.  We don’t speak, the silence comfortable and easy.  

Diavolo hugs me from behind when he’s finished.  “As much as I hate to say it, I do need to return to the castle.”

I slide off his lap.  “Let’s get dressed then and I’ll walk you out.”  

I pull on a pair of jeans and a white hoodie while Diavolo gets dressed in his clothes from the night before.

I start to walk to my door but he catches my elbow and pulls me to a stop.  “Are you still sore?” 

I shrug.  “A little bit.”

Diavolo turns his back to me and bends down a little.  “Climb on.  No walking for you while I’m still here.”  

I laugh as I put my arms over his shoulders and he reaches behind to grab my thighs, lifting me up and holding me effortlessly. 

I kiss the top of his head, still laughing.  “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you,” he instantly replies laughing along with me.  He walks out into the hallway, still laughing while I kiss the top of his head over and over and tickle his neck and his ears.  We round the corner and bump into Asmo and Beel.

“Oh.  Hey guys.”  I give an awkward wave, looking down over Diavolo’s shoulder.

“Uh hi.”  They reply in unison, matching expressions of surprise on their faces.

“Well.  We’ll be going then.”  Diavolo gives them a nod and brushes past, continuing our journey to the front door.  The second we’re out of sight we both start laughing so hard he almost drops me.  He sets me down gently when we reach the door. 

 “Are you sure you’re going to be ok here?” he asks, reaching out to hold my hand.

“I’ll be fine.  There’s six other people to act as a buffer, and then after dinner I can go back to hiding in my room.”  I smile at him, reaching up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.  It’s soft and lingering, neither one of us wanting to part.  I eventually give his chest a small push.  “Go on you, Barbatos is probably worried.”

Diavolo drops one last kiss on my cheek.  “I’ll talk to you soon.”

Later on that evening the seven brothers and I gather around the dinner table in complete silence.  Belphie takes Mammon’s usual place beside me and Mammon sits at the end of the table, staring at his plate, scowling when our eyes happen to meet.  The air is heavy with tension that even Asmo, chatterbox that he is, can’t break.

He eventually settles on me.  “So Arianthi, what was Diavolo doing here?  You guys looked like you were having fun.”

Lucifer shoots a look at me.  “Diavolo was here?  Why didn’t you come get me Arianthi?”

I busy myself pushing fried bat wing around on my plate, refusing to look at him.

“He wasn’t here to see you.”  Mammon’s voice is icy and I’m afraid to look over at him.

Asmo realizes his mistake a moment too late and immediately begins copying me, studiously examining his plate.  Lucifer is now frowning at me, displeased and confused. 

Keep your eyes down and you will live through this.  They can smell fear.   

“Tell him human.  Tell him why Diavolo was really here.”  Mammon’s voice again, mocking now.  I stubbornly refuse to raise my head.  “He wasn’t here to see ya Lucifer, because he never left last night.  Stayed with the human all night, ain’t that right?”

Lucifer sucks in a sharp breath.  “Is this true?  Were you sick again?  Is that why he stayed?  You could have fetched me, there was no need to trouble Lord Diavolo.”  His voice is concerned, and I’m ready to crumble under the pressure and admit everything when Mammon lets out a low, cruel chuckle.

“She wasn’t sick.  She was too busy fucking your precious Lord Diavolo’s brains out to be sick.”  

I snap my head up and Mammon’s eyes meet mine, sparking blue fire, equal parts rage and pain.  

Something inside me snaps and I slam my fork down on the table.  

“Oh?  We’re making it that kind of family dinner?  Well that’s just fucking fine with me.  Hey Mammon, those witches you have pacts with?  How come you were still fucking them up until a few weeks ago?”

His face visibly pales.  “How did you know about that?”

“I didn’t for sure until you confirmed it just now you hypocritical ass!  But there were nights when you didn’t come home, marks that you didn’t have before......”  

I notice none of the other brothers look surprised by this little revelation.  I didn’t think it was possible, but the tiny pieces of my heart shatter a little more.  

“You all knew didn’t you?  You all knew and nobody told me.”

They all have the good grace to look ashamed before Mammon starts in.  “It wasn’t their business to tell.  Wasn’t any of your business either!”

My mouth falls open in shock.  “None of my business?  None of my GODDAMN BUSINESS?  You’ve spent the past five months glued to my side, flirting with me, sleeping in my room almost every night.  We’ve kissed Mammon!  I care about you!  I thought you cared about me.  I deserved to know what was really happening.”

He slouches lower in his seat, glaring at me.  “I didn’t owe you anything.  You were probably fucking Diavolo behind my back the whole time too.”

There’s a collective gasp around the table and my vision goes red.  “Does your asshole ever get jealous of the shit that comes out of your mouth Mammon?  You know better than that.  You KNOW me.  You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Mammon gives an incoherent growl and flings his dinner plate against the wall.  “I thought I did.  But ya really are just like every other human.  Worthless.”  

He pushes back from the table and in a few seconds we all hear the front door slam.

I rub my hands over my face, surprised when I pull them back and they’re wet.  I’m crying and I didn’t even realize it.  The remaining six brothers are staring at me with a mixture of pain and concern.  My hands are shaking and my chest is tight.  

When I finally speak my voice is low.  “Was it funny?  Seeing me fall in love with him while he was sleeping with them?  Did you guys laugh about it when I wasn’t around?”

“Arianthi.....” Beel looks like he’s ready to cry along with me.

“It wasn’t like that, I swear it wasn’t,” Levi pleads with me.

“He really does care about you,” Asmo says.  “We do too.  We just couldn’t........there’s a lot you don’t know.”  He trails off and bites his lip, eyes begging me to understand.

I huff out a low laugh.  “No, I get it.  You don’t owe me any loyalty.  I’m just some worthless human.”

“Arianthi,” Lucifer begins. 

I stand up and walk away from the table quickly, before breaking into a sprint, refusing to hear what he has to say.  I throw open the door to my room, quickly shoving clothes into a bag.  

I can’t stay here.  I won’t stay here.  Not with them.  

Once the bag is full I zip it up and open my door.  The brothers are all standing outside my room.  I roughly shoulder past them and start for the front door.

“Arianthi?  What are you doing?”  Satan sounds alarmed.

“Where are you going?” Belphie asks, struggling to keep up with me. 

“Anywhere but here.”  I don’t slow my pace.

“Why are you taking a bag?”  Levi is practically in tears.

“Because I’m not coming back.”

“What do you mean?”  Asmo and Beel are in tears.

“Exactly what I said.”  I open the front door and Lucifer’s hand closes in on mine, pulling me to a stop.

“Arianthi, you can’t go.”  His voice is no-nonsense but soft, trying not to anger me further.  “It’s dangerous for a human to wander around the Devildom after dark.”

Too late for concern motherfucker.  I shake off his hand.  “Don’t you dare touch me.  Don’t you ever fucking try to touch me again.  Any of you.”

“At least tell us where you’re going to stay,” Beel pleads.

“With Solomon.”  I turn and slam the door behind me without looking back.  

Despite saying I was going to stay with Solomon, my feet unconsciously make a path towards the Demon Lord’s castle.  I stand outside, debating what to do when the door swings open, Barbatos standing in front of me. 

Diavolo pops up behind him.  “Arianthi?  Did you walk here by yourself?  It’s dangerous out..........”  He trails off as he gets a closer look at me.  “What’s wrong?  Did something happen?”

“Diavolo,” my voice cracks as I try to fight back tears.  “I need you.”  

Wordlessly, he steps forward and wraps his arms around me, pressing my head against his chest.  He hands off my bag to Barbatos as I break down and sob into his jacket. 

I spend the next two months staying with Diavolo and avoiding the brothers.  Anytime we run into each other at R.A.D I turn and walk away, Diavolo often accompanying me as a buffer.  When Lucifer comes to the castle to discuss student council business, Diavolo lets me know ahead of time so I can shut myself in our room.  

Evenings are spent going on dates or exploring the Devildom, then coming home to make love.  Diavolo becomes my anchor and my protector, slowly patching together my broken pieces.  We have an easy, playful relationship and our time together makes me genuinely happy. 

I have yet to get the rest of my things from my room in the House of Lamentation, and Diavolo insists he can replace anything I’ve left behind.  I refuse.  I know he’s trying to be kind, but I want my things.  One night while he’s in his study, deep in paperwork, I grab a bag and set out.  It’s late enough that all the brothers will either be out or in their rooms, giving me a perfect chance to grab what I want out of my room.  

In and out.  There and back.  

It takes me barely any time to get to the House of Lamentation, and I sigh in relief when I see most of the lights are dark.  I cautiously crack open the front door and listen carefully.  Once I’m sure there’s no one close by I ease inside and slowly make my way to my room.  I see a light on in the kitchen and debate trying to sneak past. 

More than likely it’s Beel.  If I’m quiet he’ll never notice me.  

I take a few seconds to hype myself up and then start to creep past the kitchen doorway. 

I’m almost clear when I hear something rustle behind me.  “Oi!  Who the hell-!”  

I spin around and see Mammon staring at me.  

“Oh.....it’s you,” he sullenly says, looking me up and down. 

Something tightens in my chest as I look at him.  He’s wearing a pair of low slung pajama pants and holding a bottle of water, hair ruffled from sleep.  

“I’m just here to get some of my stuff.  Then I’m gone.”  I hold up my empty bag in explanation. 

Mammon snorts.  “Go on then.  Wouldn’t want ya to keep Diavolo waiting.”

I roll my eyes and turn away, not willing to engage in another verbal sparring match with him.  

I hear him heave a sigh behind me.  “Wait.  Dammit Arianthi, wait!”  

I stop walking but don’t turn around.  

“We need to talk.  Can ya stay a minute?”  

I stand still, debating if I’m strong enough to deal with him right now.  

“Please stay.  For me?”  His last request is barely a whisper but it breaks down the rest of my defenses.

I follow him into the kitchen and lean against one of the counters.  Mammon stands in front of me, eyes firmly locked onto the floor.  We stay in a silent stalemate for a minute before Mammon opens his mouth.

“I wanna apologize for the stuff I said the last time we were together.  And for what I said at your birthday.  I didn’t mean any of it.  I was just so angry and hurt......and ya didn’t deserve any of that.  I shouldn’t have said it.  I can’t take it back so all I can do is apologize.  You’re the last person I ever woulda wanted to hurt.”

I stare back at him in silence.  My heart is ready to forgive him, telling me to throw my arms around him and promise to never leave him again.  

My heart is a dumb bitch.  

“Ok.”

When he realizes I’m not going to say anymore than that Mammon bites his lip, hesitating.  “Can I ask ya something?”  

I nod. 

“When I saw ya that night, with Diavolo, was that...”  His voice shakes. “Was that the first time?”  

“Yeah.  Yeah it was.”  I pause.  “Can I ask you something now?”  

He nods slowly.  

“Did you ever care about me?  Or was everything we did just....... I don’t even know.”  I throw my hands up in frustration.

Mammon’s head snaps up, blue eyes wide and full of tears.  “Of course I did!  You’re.......you’re special.  I loved spending time with ya, and when ya kissed me I thought my damn heart was gonna stop.”  He blushes furiously. 

I bite into my lower lip, hard.  “If that’s true-”

“It is!”  Mammon interrupts me.

“If that’s true Mammon, then why were you still having sex with other people?  If you cared about me so much then why not try to be WITH me?  You know that’s what I wanted.”  I choke, trying to fight back my tears.  

Mammon looks down at the floor.  “Ya wouldn’t understand,” he mumbles.

“What?  What wouldn’t I understand?  Tell me what I wouldn’t understand!”  My voice gets higher and I’m shaking with anger.  I don’t want to be mad at him, but I can’t help it.  

“Ya really wanna know?”  His voice is starting to match mine in volume.  

“Because I had to forget about ya!  I knew I was never gonna have ya!  You were gonna haveta leave at the end of the program, and that’s not if ya didn’t figure out how much of a scumbag I was first.  So I kept fucking those witches so I could keep my mind off of ya!”  

He’s crying now.  “Ya know why I finally stopped?”

I shake my head; I’m crying too, hurt and angry that he thought I would do that to him.

“Because I couldn’t keep pretending they were you!  I couldn’t keep rutting inta someone thinking about ya and then being disappointed when I opened my eyes!  I decided I was gonna take a chance, try to be with ya....really be with ya.  But then I saw Diavolo lookin’ at ya that night, and I knew he wanted the same thing I did.  And I knew if it came down to a scumbag like me or the literal prince of the Devildom you’d choose him.  Ya woulda been stupid not to.”  

He sighs and wipes at his tears.  “And then the story with Solomon came out and ya did that stupid dare where ya kissed Levi and I just........I just lost it.  And I just wanted to make ya hurt as bad as I was.”  

His eyes meet mine, begging me to understand.

I understand exactly what he’s saying and my heart breaks for him all over again.  “I never would have done that to you Mammon.  If you had said you wanted to be with me......I wanted to be with you so, so much.”

Something like hope flickers in his eyes before it’s snuffed out by something darker.  “Wanting me didn’t stop ya from fucking Diavolo that night though, did it?”

I’m frozen to the spot, feeling like I’ve been plunged into an icy bath, then anger flares up.  

“Fuck you Mammon,” I hiss.  “You hurt me.  Maybe that doesn’t excuse what I did with Diavolo but you treated me like garbage.  You broke my heart.  He was there for me.  So fuck you and your bullshit, because I’m over it.  I fucking hate you.”  

I spin away from him and move towards the doorway.

Something yanks me back hard by the arm, and slams me against the counter.  The muscles in my back and my arm are screaming, and when I look up Mammon is in his demon form, wings spread, staring down at me.  He keeps his grip tight on my arm and lowers his head until we’re eye to eye.

“Ya fucking hate me huh?”  He growls, low and dangerous.  

I stare back at him, refusing to answer.  

He gives a deep chuckle.  “Always so damn stubborn aren’t ya?  Well, you’re gonna have to get over hating me because I fucking love you.”

I barely have time to register what he’s saying before he brings his mouth crashing down on mine. 

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[girlucifer]

BRO i gotta be annoying,,,,, i love ur mc so much so u know i gotta ask 62828362928 questions (i limited myself to 5 bc i didn't want to be annoying lmao)

so: 6, 11, 30, 56, & 67 :3

(also does ur mc go by ashli too? or just mc? ily)

omg i'm (#^-^#) tysm for the ask!! do NOT even worry i will literally talk all day about anything om! related because. well. i'm insane! but literally i'm obsessed with you ty for the ask i hope you have a wonderful weekend <3

6: which character do they relate to the most?

the prince of pride- it was right off the bat mc found a lot of similarities between the tired eldest and themselves- naturally due to the two sharing many traits together, mc was drawn towards him!! lucifer loves his brothers to death but compromises his relationship with his family for protecting the devildom. mc loves deeply and wholly and while they have many responsibilities, they'd be more flexible with them, as family + friends come first. the two perfectly balance out <3

11: what skills are they proficient in?

all the arts! so i actually love writing/drawing/playing music [i play trumpet!] so mc naturally is very much inclined towards the arts, much to barbatos and satan's awe + respect!

30: what do they seek out from others?

naturally they seek out validation. akin to #6, while mc probably straight-up as a god complex [and literally being the ring that connects the three realms does NOT help humble them...], they also want others to admire and respect them [much like lucifer!]

56: what animal do they relate to?

🐙🐙🐙 quirky little shy smart creatures🐙🐙🐙

67: what makes them laugh?

they rarely laugh but when they do it's always at the most inappropriate times and it's always long-drawn and it's always something that is not funny at all and all the brothers are like (◑́_◑᷅ )

and mmm ok so. i have no idea. i refer to them as mc but honestly. it's just a self-insert and that's my name in-game, so i guess it can be either way! i just refer to them as mc though :) ok ty again for the request!!

#i have feelings 4 u #and TY for wishing me luck on my stupid exam this morning i think i failed but who knows maybe ill pull up w a B <3 #literally. im like ^-^ with the idea of ppl interested in my mc ahhh LOL #ask #obey me oc

[indiavolowetrust]

THE LOCKED=ROOM MURDER OF MR. DIAVOLO: Choose Your Own Adventure

Guidelines

The story will be updated in approx 1000 word segments on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, with two to three choices at the bottom in [this format.]

Depending on the feedback – comments, DMs, reblogs, etc. – I will write the next portion of the story based on the choice. You will have until 6 p.m. Central Daylight Time of the following days to make your choice: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Available here on AO3.

If the MC dies, the player (you) will be allowed to rewind back to the previous choice. Perhaps there are even secret choices.

Previous part here. Or start from the beginning.

Portrait of a Young Man: Part Five

[Answer in kind. You are a guest here, after all. Despite your circumstances, you must follow social obligations.]

You hate him. You hate him. Good God, you hate this rapacious, scheming devil. You detest this devil with every fiber of your being, every bone in your body, everything you could ever pour your soul into. You hate this conniving beast of a devil with every last ounce of hatred you could ever muster in your body. Just the sight of him sets you on edge. Here you are, having paid dearly for what must have been a boost in his career. Your partially scarred visage, burned body, and want of a leg can attest to that much. What would have become of your academic ambitions and your father’s empire lies in burnt shambles around you. While you have no solid proof of his role in your father’s death, surely the great wealth and business that he has accrued is more than enough for you. Had it not been for your father’s generous donations -- and events, business dinners, strategic alliances -- you highly doubt that the demon before you would be enjoying the fortune that he possesses now.

And yet here he is, untouched by time or any semblance of guilt. If you were a halfwit, you would have sworn that this devil before you simply stepped out from the fabric of your memories.

Despite the intensity of your hatred for Mr. Diavolo -- and your nagging, incessant urge to scream profanity at him and hurl accusations -- you are a guest. Guests do not act in such a manner.

You grit your teeth. Hopefully it passes for a smile.

Mr. Diavolo begins to descend the stairway, his hand on the banister. “It’s been years, hasn’t it?” he remarks, looking you up and down with interest. “You’ve grown up to be quite a fine young lady, I see. How fares your mother?”

Bastard. Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.

“She’s doing well,” you lie. “Much better than she was.”

“Wonderful! That’s good to hear.”

He reaches the bottom of the stairwell much quicker than you had hoped, nearing you with long, easy strides. You nearly fall over when he claps you on the back. Thankfully, you manage to retain your balance. Then there is that great, wide businessman’s grin again on his features, as if you two are truly old friends, and you feel the rage beginning to writhe in your core once more.

You want to burn that face of his to ashes.

The dark-haired man steps forward somewhere in your peripheral vision. You turn slightly to regard him. His gaze flickers towards you once, maybe twice on account of your missing limb, but once more he ignores you. 

“While I appreciate this reunion, I believe the hour is quite late.” He nods respectfully to Mr. Diavolo, as if to signal his leave. “And we’ve quite the number of guests who haven’t arrived yet. Surely such reunions and introductions can be set aside for tomorrow.”

Asmo huffs. “Just because you retire so early doesn’t mean that it applies to the rest of us. You’re no better than an old man!”

“My apologies, I wasn’t aware that simply needing sleep insinuated that --”

Mr. Diavolo claps his hands together once, interrupting the dark-haired one in the middle of what would certainly incite an argument. “Perhaps Lucifer is right,” he concedes. “Even the professor has yet to arrive, and I believe he was set to reach the estate by tonight. We’ll have it all sorted it out by tomorrow.”

And so it is Asmo that insists on leading you to your room, your suitcase in tow. The both of you pass even more vast swathes and stretches of corridors, each one appearing to be more expensively decorated and lavish than the last. When you finally reach what you assume to be your room, your remaining leg throbs from the strain. Asmo sets your suitcase to the side as he knocks on the door -- and then he swings it open with a flourish, revealing the four poster bed and gilded mirror within as he does so.

“Ta-da! One room for one young lady.” Asmo passes the threshold to place the suitcase beside your bed, and you follow him in. “I do hope it is to your liking.”

Again there is that dramatic flourish. and --

You realize that you’ve yet to thank the man for helping you up the stairs, much less for bringing your things to your room. Or for making conversation with you, given the dark-haired man’s -- Lucifer, you recall -- complete refusal to speak to you. You can only imagine why.

A sheepish expression graces your features. “I don’t think you need to mention that,” you say, tring to force down the embarrassment. It proves to be ineffective. “I believe I forgot to say thank you, by the way. For helping me up the stairs and whatnot.”

Asmo simply waves off your attempt at social grace. “There’s no need to thank me. What sort of gentleman would I be if I were to refuse extending aid to a lovely young lady such as yourself?”

Your embarrassment only intensifies. Perhaps it has been much too long since you have dabbled in society.

“Besides, we are friends here, are we not? I take it that you’ve no clue as to whom the others would be.” He leans casually against the frame of the door, overlooking a trinket on the rather massive wardrobe. A sidelong glance. “I know only a few of the others, but I’ve got the slightest inkling that your invitation was a bit, ah, unexpected. That you’ve no idea why you were brought here. Am I  correct?”

He’s rather perceptive, you note.

“You are..”

There is a slight pause as Asmo turns the trinket this way and that, his attention preoccupied with what appears to be a carved bat. Or a winged animal of some sort. His visage is turned away from you for only a moment, breaking his hold on your gaze -- but he regards you once more soon enough.

“Then we’re allies!” he declares. “Or, ah, how would you say it -- we’re in the same boat. I was told that this was an opportunity to meet another of my trade here, but I highly doubt that such an opportunity would include that arrogant peacock of a politician. Or you, Miss Georgine. You don’t seem to be much of an actress, I’m afraid.”

His rather cheery demeanor belies only the slightest hint of the unspoken question. Of his sharp curiosity. You respond in kind.

* * *

You wander the halls of the manor after a quiet, private breakfast. Sleep had evaded you in the long hours of the night, despite your needful attempts, and so it was after a restless battle that you had finally given up on such a notion. If sleep did not consider itself your companion at the moment, you would not chase after it. A butler -- a rather reserved man by the name of Barbatos -- had allowed you to fix your own breakfast at your behest, leaving you alone in the cavernous kitchen. Dawn had broken sometime later, a soft, gray sort of sunlight streaming through the curtains, and you had made sure to draw the curtains before you left the room. A silent thank you to the butler.

You cannot help but be somewhat surprised at the emptiness of the corridors. Surely there should be someone else awake at such an ungodly hour of the morning.

Then again, you are thankful for the respite. The coming days will likely be filled with nothing but blunders in social grace, awkward conversation, and generally unpleasant experiences. While you had looked forward to the taste of your old life, the reality of the situation is a bit more than jarring.

It is not long before a great door looms before you, drawing your attention. Unlike the other doors or corridors that you have passed -- which could very well lead to only more doors and corridors -- this one seems to be of some significance. Two snarling bronze lions are positioned at its center, rings hanging from their teeth. The door itself is much more sizable than the others as well, rivaling even that of the great entrance hall, and you feel almost stifled by the sheer size of it. Its suffocating presence only further serves to indicate the importance of what must lie beyond this door.

That, and the fact that there is an engraved sign that reads LIBRARY beside the door. You decide to step inside.

,Much like the rest of the manor, the library bears an extravagant touch to nearly every aspect of the room. Not an inch of space lies fallow. Bookshelves tower far above you, crammed nearly to bursting with novels, manuals, and encyclopedias of all kinds. An imported rug of rich crimson sits at the center of the room, and upon the crimson rug sits a single desk composed of dark mahogany and brass. Muted sunlight streams from windows that reach the ceiling, and heavy, embroidered curtains line nearly every fingerbreadth of the glass. Aside from the rather impressive skylight above -- which somehow does little in the way of visibility -- there appears to be no other source of light in the room.

There is a sound somewhere out of sight. It is indiscernible, given its brevity -- but you are quite sure that you have not misheard. You squint and peer into the darkness in an attempt to identify its source, but the shadows are far too thick for you to do so. If you desire to find the source, you will have to step further into the library.

Do you venture into the darkness?

[Of course! It could very well be another guest. The curtains here need to be drawn open, besides.]

[Oh, yes, let’s go frolicking in the shadows of that accursed devil’s library. Surely that’s not dangerous at all … No, you’d rather keep your head on your shoulders.]

[Perhaps you should try calling out into the darkness first. If it is truly a guest, they will answer.]

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[obeymefanfics]

In Another Life Pt3(Final)

Pt1 | Pt2

The party went on as I had gotten to talk to a lot of the other guests and danced with a couple of people. I decided to step away for a little bit and get some air, I found a balcony and walked to the railing and let out a sigh. Looking up I saw the night sky and stars as they looked so much more colorful and vibrant than back home. I started to hear the soft sound of heels from behind me and moving away from leaning on the railings I heard the all too familiar soothing voice say, “I thought I’d give you come company.” Seeing Berinesh I smiled and nodded grateful for the company as, we didn’t have much time to actually hang out or speak, and I was hoping to at least dance with her once before the party ended. “I’d like that, thank you. You look… Beautiful,” I said which took a second for me to register that I actually said that last part out loud and I could feel the heat in my face rising again.

She giggled, I internally melted at the sound of her giggling that I’ve fallen in love with. “Oh hey, I haven’t had the chance to dance with you… S-So will you dance with me,” she suddenly asked out of the blue and the happiness that overcame me made my heart skip a beat as I quickly nodded in a yes manner. Walking over to her I stood in front of her taking one hand into my own and placing the other on her side as she placed her free hand on my shoulder before we slowly danced together. It was comfortable, it was silent with only the soft sound of music that came from inside the ballroom as when I looked down to Berinesh she was smiling only resulting in me to smile happily back. 

“Y-You know, this may sound weird but… even though I’ve only known you for a short while yet I feel like I’ve already known you for longer,” I said talking softly as my heart was beating so fast while feeling her head against my chest. “No, it isn’t weird. I actually get the same feeling,” she replied as this feeling I’ve had I think this whole time… I’ve been in love with her. “Berinesh,” I called her name to get her attention and I was soon greeted with the sight of her warm cinnamon brown eyes looking into my blue ones. “Hmm,” she hummed in her way of showing I had her attention. I took a deep breath before slowly letting it out collecting my nerves and saying, “You’re beautiful… And I love you, as I don’t know why but I think all this time I have and… I can’t really explain it.” Her eyes widened as I got to see her face turn completely red, she looked so cute like that. “W-Well… I do too, I don’t know why but all this time there was something about you… That was so familiar and honestly, you always made me feel so happy,” she responded in return making me full of joy as my heart almost felt like it would burst out of my chest.

I cupped her face into my hands as this force tugged me into leaning down in which I softly pressed my lips against her own. It was perfect, as I felt myself over coming with so many emotions as it moment couldn’t have been any better that was until I started getting flashes of visions like I did when I first arrived in Devildom. It was the girl that looked like Berinesh but the girl wasn’t alone she was with… Me? In my head I was hearing voices as I couldn’t exactly make out the conversations, but two of the things I could make out were Ester and Simeon. Pulling away from the kiss out of shock I looked down at the demon I loved as her eyes were wide in shock too along with tears streaming down her face, similar to the time our hands brushed against each other. “E-Esh what’s w-wrong,” I asked concerned as I cleared away the tears with my thumbs until she suddenly backed away from me. “P-Please excuse me...I need to go talk to someone,” she said turning around and before walking to head back inside I could hear her say, “I’ll be back… Simeon.” I froze when hearing her say the name Simeon as I was so confused, was this some sort of twisted joke fate has played on us, or was there something I wasn’t remembering.

~~~~ Berinesh’s POV ~~~~

I felt rage quickly boiling in my blood as I was walking with Diavolo to his throne room which wasn’t far from where the party was being held. He was a couple of feet from me as he was briefly admiring one of the statues when I heard him say, “So you remember.” Just him saying that set me off causing me to grit my teeth. “HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME,” I shouted pointing to myself as aside from feeling rage, I was sad, and I was morning the loss of my friends. “What was this your way of trying to make things right for not showing up right away when the angels attacked,” I asked glaring at him as he wouldn’t even look at me. “Ester- no Berinesh, I saved you and the others because what the angels did were uncalled for and I felt I was giving you the second lives you all deserved,” Diavolo answered finally looking over to me.

“But-But what about Lucifer, and the rest of them huh?! You didn’t bother to save them, to give them the second life they deserved, but NO you let them die, perish,” I shouted feeling tears falling from my face again. “Lucifer was your best friend! Everything you ever asked of him, he did without a bat of an eye or without any questions, and that was how you thank him… THEY DIED BECAUSE OF ME! All of us died because of who I was,” I continued to aggressively shout as this point I didn’t care if I was possibly drawing attention to here. “Berinesh may I remind you who you’re speaking to, continue to disrespect the king and I will have to put you in your place,” I heard Barbatos’ cold tone as there the demon butler was as I turned my attention to him. “Shut up! You get anywhere near me Barbatos I PROMISE I will poison you,” I threatened while my tail flickered into a defensive position which he seemed to stand where he was.

“What’s going on in here,” I heard a loud voice ask in a stern manner after the doors opened behind me, causing me to turn to look over my shoulder to see Samuel who once was Solomon along with the other of our siblings and Lucas, who was once Luke. Before I could even say anything I heard footsteps as I looked forward to see Diavolo walking closer to me, as his eyes held a look of sorrow. “I tired saving them… But I was too late and to this day I can never forgive myself, but knowing I could at least save you, Solomon, Luke, and Simeon I did it without hesitation. Saying I’m sorry or the amount of times I apologize can’t make things better, but this time things will be different… The exchange program will be a success this time,” I listened to him as it still felt like my heart was being ripped apart. 

“Ester! Ester stop please,” I heard my old name being called and I just stopped and breathed heavily to try to keep myself from hyperventilating. Turning around slowly there stood my lover from then and the person I loved now as the boy who was once an angel came walking up to me placing his hand against my face. “Everything’s alright. I know it’s not the same without the rest of our friends or even things won’t ever be the same with them gone, but we’re here and somewhere they’re watching over us,” his soft and calm voice was soothing starting to help me calm down, nuzzling into his touch. “I-I’m sorry, I-I just… They became my family, I didn’t get to tell them how much I loved them,” I said hugging Simon nuzzling into him feeling his arms wrap around me as the familiar comforting air of his help me feel a little better. “I know, but they knew, and they loved you like you were their sister. Things will be different this time I promise,” he spoke softly, hearing those words brought me joy as I hoped they were doing well wherever they were.

”And I know that for a fact because I found you again like I vowed and no matter what in the life after this one and so forth I will always find you, to love and protect with all my heart,” he told me as it warmed my heart and even made me laugh a bit. Reaching up a hand and cupping the side of his face I smiled more. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, I loved you as Simeon and I’ll love you again as Simon,” I said, feeling my face grow warm when his face was just inches from my own. “I love you then Ester, as I love you now Berinesh,” he whispered before kissing me again which I happily returned. Certainly this life we will make a difference, and we will make is so humans, angels, and demons can all live together happily. “HEY WHO SAID YOU COULD KISS OUR SISTER?!” 

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[themyskira]

Wonder Woman #50 postmortem: “You know how strident Wonder Woman fans can be”

I want to cap off my readthrough of this unmitigated shitshow with a look at a recent interview James Robinson did with Newsarama, reflecting back on his twenty-issue Wonder Woman run.

I’m doing this for two reasons: One, because having read the full run and formed my own impressions (and, dare I say, some rather strident opinions), I genuinely do think it can be interesting to see what the writer has to say about it, what they were trying to achieve with it and, looking back, how they feel about the run.

And two, because having read what Robinson has to say, HOOBOY, I HAVE A FEW THOUGHTS OF MY OWN.

Newsarama: James, the one through-line of your entire run is Wonder Woman's twin brother, Jason. I know he was the motivation for you working on this book. Did you know the whole story before you started? Or did this story evolve as you wrote it?

James Robinson: I knew to a degree. As you said, I was specifically asked to pay off the gigantic plot point that Geoff Johns had left at the end of "Darkseid War." So it was always part of my plan.

Are. You. FUCKING. KIDDING ME.

The entire premise of this run. The wholesale derailment of Wondy’s Rebirth story. The rampant shredding of her newly-established Rebirth backstory. Sidelining Diana for the better part of a year in favour of a repulsive twin brother and some shit with Darkseid.

ALL OF THAT.

Served no wider purpose.

Was not intended to build towards some Rebirth metaplot or contribute to an overarching Justice League story.

Was mandated, in fact, for no other reason than that Geoff motherfucking Johns wanted to TIE UP A DANGLING PLOT THREAD FROM TWO-YEAR-OLD CROSSOVER.

He goes on.

Originally, I was going to be on it for a shorter period of time. I had originally planned to be on it for about eight issues, I think. And then when I was getting the twice-monthly book in on time (which is tough; they really beat you up), they asked me to stay on.

There are better, more eloquent arguments against the fortnightly publishing schedule — which is incredibly punishing for creators and prioritises quantity ahead of quality — but none, perhaps, are more simple or succinct than James Robinson got to write twenty issues of Wonder Woman because he got his scripts in on time.

And that gave me more time to develop Jason and play with him more.

I was careful to make sure it wasn't only about Jason, however. I was already getting crap from social media about how this is Wonder Woman's book and she should be the center of attention at all time. You know how strident Wonder Woman fans can be.

Well, that’s an interesting and thoroughly disingenuous interpretation of the critique.

The criticism was not that Wondy must be “the centre of attention at all times”, and therefore Robinson was wrong to spend any time developing any character other than her.

It was that Robinson turned Diana into such a passive, reactive — and, frankly, incompetent — character that she became barely necessary to the story at all. You could remove her from most of the issues in the Darkseid arc without affecting the progression of the plot at all, because she never does anything.

Yes, I got irate when Diana would routinely show up in six or seven pages of an issue, if she appeared at all. Funny thing, when I pick up a book titled Wonder Woman, I expect to occasionally see some actual WONDER WOMAN.

But that was the symptom rather than the problem. Because even when Diana was on the page, she was absent from the story.

And part of this is also about the characters Robinson chose to focus on instead of Wondy: Jason, Grail and Darkseid. Three characters that a lot of fans weren’t interested in, didn’t like and frankly resented having shoehorned into Wondy’s story. True, Robinson may have been asked to include them in the story, but it was his choice to prioritise them over Diana, and it was his writing that shaped Jason into such an odious character (something he confirms in the interview: Johns came up with the idea, he says, but “Most of who the character is now is stuff that I've actually come up with.”)

Put it this way: I didn’t see anybody complaining in December 2016 when Greg Rucka devoted an entire issue to Barbara Minerva’s backstory, did you?

But oh, I’m sorry, was that too strident for you?

Nrama: During your run, you tied into several events that were going on elsewhere in the DC Universe. Even this current story arc ties into Dark Nights: Metal and involves the Justice League. Was that a goal, to make Jason part of the greater DCU?

Robinson: Yes. I always do that stuff, though. I always try to tie into bigger stories. Whether it was my stuff at DC or what I did at Marvel, like Fantastic Four and Invaders and what-not, I always enjoy that about comic book universes. I like when writers try to embrace the whole place.

Here’s the thing about this.

I like the sandbox nature of a shared universe. I’m not a fan of event tie-ins, which have a tendency to derail the stories of individual books in order to aggressively market some company-wide crossover that I couldn’t care less about, but I like that there’s this whole wider world of heroes and villains and settings and mythologies that writers can draw on and play with. And you can tell some really cool stories out of the collision of those different mythologies and characters — think Phil Jimenez’s ‘Gods of Gotham’, for instance, where the Wonderfam and the Batfam are forced to team up when some of Batman’s most powerful rogues are possessed by Ares’ children.

That’s not the way Robinson loops the wider DCU into his stories, or at least it wasn’t in Wonder Woman.

Robinson goes for insider references, often obscure ones, of the sort that will only make sense to people who’ve been reading the same comics as him over the past three decades.

In WW #33, he introduced and then immediately killed off a rebooted version of the Atomic Knights in a four-page sequence that added nothing to the plot.

In WW #42, he featured a flashback to Jason fighting the Deep Six, a group of Jack Kirby villains. Ostensibly this is framed as a set-up by Grail to orchestrate her first meeting with Jason, but Robinson milks it to crack jokes about Kirby’s 1970s dialogue — and if you’re not familiar with the characters (as I wasn’t), their inclusion makes little sense.

In the same issue, Robinson also works in the Wild Huntsman… apparently for no other reason than to amuse himself… and again, if you don’t know who he is, you’ll have no idea why Grail is trying so hard to kill him or why you should care.

And then there’s the Metal tie-in.

Like I said, I don’t like event tie-ins, but it is possible to make them work. G. Willow Wilson’s Ms Marvel has been looped into a number of crossover events over the course of its life, and while I’d prefer that clusterfucks like Civil War II stayed the hell away from Kamala and her pals, Wilson has done an effective job of using these events as a springboard for some really interesting personal conflicts and character work. There’s no extra required reading for these stories; she gives you everything you need to know, so those who aren’t following the event aren’t at a disadvantage.

Robinson gives you nothing.

This is how he links the Dark Gods’ story into Metal:

Diana [narration]: Could I really have summoned this? When we wielded the Tenth Metal against Barbatos, it had the ability to wish thoughts into reality.* Ed. note: * See Dark Nights: Metal #6! — Chris

And a couple of pages later —

Karnell [narration]: ...our beautiful world — which you regard as the ‘Dark Multiverse’ — we see as a paradise… where we were more than even gods to our worshippers… we were everything!

I didn’t read Metal and I’m not planning to. That’s not a value judgement, it’s just not something that sparks my interest.

But it means I don’t know who the bloody hell Barbatos is, and I’ve never heard of the Tenth Metal. I don’t know what the Dark Multiverse is, or how it works, or how it differs from the regular multiverse. When Robinson says Diana made an inadvertent wish while she was wielding this Tenth Metal, I don’t know if he’s picking up on a story point in Metal that I need to read up on.

So right off the bat, Robinson has alienated anybody who isn’t familiar with the event comic he’s drawing from.

And what infuriates me is that at the same time as he was doing all this, Robinson was getting muddled by Wonder Woman’s continuity, conflating superseded New 52 canon with (contradictory) Rebirth canon, inadvertently retconning things and failing even to keep his own narrative consistent. I’d argue he needed to spend less time making references to other comics and more time making sure he understood the one he was writing.

Robinson: [...] what I've always loved about Wonder Woman is her strength. Even when she was in that phase in the white costume, where she didn't have her powers, she had great strength.

Oh, you mean this era?

The era where Diana lost not only her powers, but all of her training and skills? Where she became a weepy, insecure romantic heroine, reliant on men to guide and save her from her own inexperience and her uncontrollable female emotionality? The era where she was constantly crying over her latest rugged love interests? That awesome era?

(Also misogynistic, racist and homophobic as fuuuuuck, but that’s another discussion.)

One of the reasons that era ended was because Gloria Steinham [sic] said, "Hey, she's Wonder Woman! She's a superhero and you've taken away her powers!"

But I actually thought her lacking powers was like saying, I don't need them to be a strong woman. And I think that was almost a more powerful message. I was surprised Ms. Steinem didn't get that, to be quite honest with you.

This is a characterisation of Steinem’s role in that period of Wondy’s history that I’ve seen before (always from men in the comics field), and it’s never sit well with me. It carries an unpleasant shade of gatekeeping.

The implication is that Steinem’s feelings about Wonder Woman (a character had loved since childhood) were less valid or even flat-out incorrect because she hadn’t read the right comics, that she was an ignorant outsider who ruined a good thing by coming in with a political agenda and trying to make Wonder Woman about feminism, that she didn’t have a right to complain about the comic because she wasn’t a ‘real’ fan.

And what Robinson doesn’t mention, as critics of Steinem and Ms. Magazine’s lobbying for a return to the classic Wondy rarely do, is that this campaign was set against a backdrop of unimpressive sales numbers and a struggle over the new direction that eventually gave rise to an ambitious and quite likely divisive ‘women’s lib’ arc written by African-American sci-fi writer Samuel R. Delany, which was intended to culminate in Diana triumphing over a group of male thugs attempting to shut down an abortion clinic run by women surgeons.

I have no doubt that Steinem played an important role in the way events panned out, but I’m also not surprised the ‘women’s lib’ arc never made it past its first issue.

(It was a truly dreadful first issue, btw, though the whole story behind it and what Delany was trying to do with it is fascinating.)

But that didn’t stop DC from kicking off Wondy’s superpowered return with the murder of a composite character representing Steinem and female DC editor Dorothy Woolfolk (whose name had previously been floated as editor for the book).

Then as now, Steinem got blamed by the gatekeepers for daring to interfere with Wonder Woman.

Nrama: Do you think Jason picked up some of her strength over the course of his story arc during your run?

Robinson: I think so, at least at the beginning as he was starting to develop. Now, technically, I suppose he's more powerful than her in that he has the power of their father Zeus and the power of storms and air control and things like that.

I like the fact that when he's given this armor, he realizes that his sister should have gotten it.

And he knows that the powers he has do not make him the better hero.

He knows his sister is the better hero.

So by the end of it, he just wants to be worthy of her, which I think was a nice character arc for him.

I can see how Robinson tried to achieve this character arc, but I wouldn’t call it anything close to a success.

Jason started as a deeply, deeply unlikeable character. He’s deeply selfish and emotionally immature. He doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions, mostly because he’s only ever concerned about how things affect him. When he learns about the mother he never met, when his adoptive father vanishes, every time Hercules leaves on one of his journeys, as he follows his twin sister’s heroics through the media — his thoughts are never about them and what they’re doing, or how they’re feeling, or if they’re okay. It’s always about how they’ve failed him, wronged him, abandoned him.

When we first meet him, he is helping goddamn Darkseid to systematically murder his own siblings. And it’s not because he’s being mind-controlled, or elaborately manipulated into believing that Darkseid is the good guy. It’s because he hates the guts out of Diana, the sister he’s never met, because he believes he’s entitled to the life that she has, and he wants to kill her for it.

If you want to get your readers past all that, you need one hell of a redemptive arc, and that’s one thing Jason never gets.

Because what happens next, after Jason gets an attack of conscience and switches sides, is that he freeloads off Diana, trashes her house, guilt trips her when she tries to set boundaries, and then when, heroism and glory don’t immediately come easily to him, runs away from home in the middle of the night.

The next time we see him is when he returns with the armour and a personality change. He’s still inexperienced, brash, impulsive and annoying, but that’s more or less the extent of it — he’s no longer the thoroughly objectionable character we saw in his first seven issues, and there’s no real explanation for the change.

Really, the vast majority of Jason’s character development takes place in the space between his disappearing at the end of WW #40 and reappearing at the end of WW #41.

Nrama: Wonder Woman #50 definitely feels like it's an ending to your time on Jason's character, and even his time in the book.

Robinson: It definitely has an element of finality to it, but Jason can be there for other writers, or indeed me, if I ever got to write him again.

Excuse me? If you ever got to what now?

Nrama: Is that a hint?

Robinson: I do enjoy writing him. I have this vague fantasy of one day doing a story and calling the comic Jason's Quest, which is an old DC title.

But no one's asked me so far and probably won't. So it's just something in my mind right now.

please, dear god in heaven, please let it stay there.

#the james robinson shitshow #comics talk

[fuyunoakegata]

A little bit of comic rambling here… Will put below the cut if I can manage to make that work on mobile, because there are going to be some spoilers for Batman Lost and the Metal storyline

Anyone who’s talked to me for more than a little bit about comics probably knows I have a love hate thing going with Grant Morrison’s work. He’s had some really interesting, good stories. He’s also written things where my first question was “What the heck was he smoking when he came up with this?” I love the crises and how he manages to tie things together that shouldn’t logically be capable of being joined. I can also get on board with, to an extent, Gotham being a supernaturally evil, doomed, decaying town, with the caveat that Bruce and company have a chance at working around it and making a difference anyway. I don’t want to read something where it’s a given that evil will triumph; I have not a problem with the occasional cheesiness and do-good vibes of superhero comics.

I do have an issue, though, with one certain trope. It came up in Death of the Family with Jason and the Joker. It’s come up before with Batman and his rogues. I hated the Joker implying he made Jason. I hate when it’s implied Gotham is how it is because Bruce is there and that somehow draws the villains and bad things to him.

And that was my problem with today’s issue. If everything was caused by Barbatos, then that takes the one amazingly special thing we have about the Bats away. They aren’t superheroes. They aren’t metas. They have no powers. I love the idea (even if it’s farfetched, but this is comics, so I’m allowed and expected to suspend disbelief to an extent) that anyone with the right circumstances and hard work (and a boat load of money) could become Batman. Or Nightwing. Or Robin. Or Red Robin. Or Batgirl. That is special. It gives a point of reference for us to be able to relate to, even if we aren’t dark haired blue eyed orphans with even more stubbornness and pain than money. They’re still just people, like us. Barbatos claiming to have caused everything? That steals away the very agency of having chosen to do right. To fix things. I will always remember Kevin Conroy’s response to a question in a panel at Dallas Comic Con, what was the biggest lesson he’d learned from playing Batman. “No matter how dark your night becomes, you have no excuse to succumb to it, you have no excuse not to turn it into something good. You can never use your misfortune as an excuse for evil or for not fulfilling your extraordinary potential.” One bad day apparently turned a man into the Joker, but Batman didn’t go down that same path on any of his bad days. He still tries his best to fix things, even if he messes up quite a bit in the process. He doesn’t stop, though. Barbatos supposedly making Bruce into what he is now will always be an idea I hate, and hopefully by the end of the story, they’ll have Bruce overcoming that fate/destiny bullcrap.

#batman #wednesday spoilers #batman lost #comics rambling