#lucifer the sleeves exist for a reason they are for your arms

[s8ncake]

So in celebration of achieving bond 30 with Lucifer, I decided to make his casual outfit (complete with that dumb coat that he refuses to wear properly)

#obey me #acnh #acnh pro design #obey me lucifer #lucifer the sleeves exist for a reason they are for your arms

[asmo-ds]

I've seen alot of headcanons about Simeon turning into a demon, but how would everyone react if Luke managed to turn himself into a demon 🤔 Like maybe he didn't amount up to Celestial Standards (I headcanon the Celestial realm is kinda weird due to the events of the anelic event) and then he made some type of minor violation and they kicked him out of heaven to avoid the possibility of him growing up to be undesirable in the Celestial Realm

When a Child Falls

Luke-centric ANGST & FLUFF

Warnings: Pain, falling from heaven, Luke hurting :(

Summary: After failing to live up to the standards of his superiors Luke is kicked out of the Celestial Realm and becomes a demon. Luckily for him the exchange program had given him so many new and old friends who wanted nothing but to help the poor child despite any bitter past they may have had with him

a/n: i was gonna do headcanons but then i was like what if i make a whole one shot about him falling and everyone helping him adjust to his new life and uh yea <3

Also this didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to but demon brothers comforting a fallen Luke >>>>>>>

He tugged on his own arm, begging for the elder angel to release him and give him a second chance, his once hopeful blue eyes filled with tears and terror. 

“Stop, I swear I just need more time, PLEASE!” Luke cried, punching the elder’s arm and attempting to pry his wrinkly hands from Luke’s small forearm. The elder yanked Luke’s arm harder, resulting in a distressed cry from the short blond.

Luke tried to steady his breathing as they approached the boundaries of the Celestial realm, where he was to be pushed off for his failure to earn his wings in a timely manner. The Celestial realm saw him as useless and decided they would be better off discarding a weak angel like himself.

“LET HIM GO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Luke could hear Simeon’s breaking voice screaming at the elders who held him back from Luke to prevent any interference, “JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE PLEASE,” he begged to which the elder finally agreed and the two embraced tightly. “Luke you listen to me, you get to the Devildom you go STRAIGHT to Lucifer, he helped his brothers and himself through his fall he can help you, please, trust him with at least getting you through the transition then you can hate them again or whatever you want, pl-”

“I get it, Simeon, I promise I won’t let you down,” Luke interrupted, tears falling from his eyes onto Simeon’s broad shoulders. 

“Times up. Luke come to the edge, stand here,” an elder guides him into position. 

Luke’s hearing starts ringing as his adrenaline kicks in, the fear of death and disappearing from existing overwhelming him. His breathing grew fast, and before he knew it, he felt a push and wind pounding against his skin as he fell, and fell, and fell, until he saw the Devildom soil and he tensed, preparing for the worst.

Instead of hitting the ground he hears a fwoosh and finds himself caught in strong arms.

“Luke! What happened, where is Simeon? A young angel like you shouldn’t be down here all al-” Lucifer starts questioning the angel, concerned to see the small boy falling from so high. He was interrupted by a cry of agony, Luke pushed away from Lucifer, doubling over and screaming as the pain began to set in.

Lucifer recognized the transition immediately and how badly it hurt his brothers, so he gently approached the young boy, who glared at him with teary pained eyes, and he murmured a spell, before darkness washed over Luke.

- 

His innocent blue eyes fluttered open, not recognizing his surroundings, he sat up quickly, wincing and hissing as his back was suddenly filled with unbearable pain. 

Oh that’s right, I fell. They pushed me and now…His eyes snap open, remembering the feeling of falling, but nothing that happened afterward.

“I have… to find… Lucifer..” Luke spoke to himself, taking short breaks between every few words to take a painful breath, feeling his ribcage expand and contract as his wheezing continued.

“I’ve already found you, Luke, you’re in one of the bedrooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle. Please lay back and take off your shirt, your back is bound to be in a lot of pain, this serum will help.” The blond flinches as Lucifer rises from a chair next to the bed where he laid. 

Luke raises his arms and let Lucifer take off the shirt before laying on his stomach.

He hears Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as he stares in horror at Luke’s back, where wings were starting to form, dark and mangled with feathers tangled and in need of a cleaning.

So like that, Lucifer kept Luke safe and took care of him whilst the other brothers prepared a room at the House of Lamentation for him to stay.

-

“Luke, I’ve brought you some tea and cake,” Barbatos walks into the bedroom carrying some snacks and drinks for the injured boy.

“Thank you Barbatos, I missed your cooking,” Luke smiles slightly before taking a big bite of cake and groaning. “Like, I really missed it-”

“Yes, Barbatos makes splendid food, which is why I keep him around!” Diavolo winks, nudging Barbatos with his elbow a bit.

“Actually sir, you only keep me around because no other demon has been able to keep up with your antics-”

“ANYWAY, Luke your wings look like they’re growing in nicely, and so do your horns,” Diavolo walks over to examine Luke’s new form. “You’ll probably be in a lot of pain for at least a few more days, but if you want to get situated into your new home we can let you go and just check in on you everyday.”

“Uh… I don’t want to intrude at the House of Lamentation, if it’s going to be any sort of burden to them-”

“Nonsense, my brothers and I are glad to take care of you and take you in, you experienced the same fate as us, albeit for different reasons, but still, we know your pain and we want to guide you so please, Luke, let us help you,” Lucifer places a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder as he says this.

“...Okay, BUT no calling me a chihuahua- GOT IT?!” Luke pokes Lucifer’s chest aggressively and earns a hearty chuckle from him.

“I agree not to call you a dog anymore,” Lucifer laughs out, “though I cannot speak for my brothers.”

-

“I can’t believe the chihuahua of all people got kicked out…” Mammon says, still in shock that the angel who had been so determined to make people smile just a year before during the exchange program had somehow managed to get himself thrown out of heaven.

“I remember when I almost didn’t earn my wings in time,” Asmodeus shudders at the memories of being threatened with exile and constantly pushing himself way too hard, “I got so many wrinkles from the stress.”

“Luke makes good food, I’m glad he’s staying with us.” Beel’s mouth was watering as he and Mammon moved a dresser, finally finishing getting Luke’s new room in order.

“Oi, try to be sympathetic when he gets here Beel. He may be a little annoying kid but he’s going through what we went through,” Mammon scolded his younger brother, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room as each and every one of them remembers the pain they were in as their bodies morphed into those of demons.

“God is such an asshole…” Belphegor mutters, getting extremely angry the more he thinks about it.

Luke had done nothing wrong, Lilith had done nothing wrong, so why? Why would he keep getting rid of the most determined of his angels over such insignificant things?

Suddenly all their phones go off with a text from Lucifer saying he and the boy would be arriving soon. They all gathered in the entrance hall, waiting for Luke to arrive. The front door creaked open, all of the brothers standing up straighter and nervous as Lucifer stepped through the entrance with Luke just behind him. 

The brothers all gasped quietly in shock at the state of Luke. He was pale and thin and the look of complete and utter despair in his formerly innocent eyes filling the room with a depressing atmosphere.

“H-hey there Fido- I mean- Luke, how’re you feeling?” Mammon tries to start up a welcoming conversation, getting a nasty look from Lucifer, who Luke was clinging to for dear life.

“Luke! As soon as you’re feeling able to, what do you say we bake something together?” Beel smiles sweetly, most of them getting nothing but nervous looks from Luke in response to their questions.

“I’m just going to help him get settled in. Satan you’re in charge of everything else around the house while I take care of Luke and my own paperwork.” Lucifer guides Luke up the stairs.

Satan rolls his eyes but mutters a small “fine,” before the two head upstairs to the attic, where they’d set up the room to look just like the dorm he stayed in at Purgatory Hall.

“Oh wow, it feels like I’m back in the exchange program,” Luke chuckles a little, clearly faking any sort of joy.

“Luke,” Lucifer kneels down, “you are one of my brothers now, you have nothing to fear, and Simeon will be able to visit at some point-” His attempt to ease Luke’s worries is interrupted by a loud sob.

“Don’t you get it?! Michael and Simeon will never look at me the same, ever again!” Luke wails, using his sleeves to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. “All I ever wanted was to impress them! To impress God and make humans happy and protect them! But now my natural instinct to hurt humans ruins any chance of me becoming the person I’d always thought I’d be!” Luke falls to his knees, sobbing and wheezing, his vision becoming blurry as a panic attack hits him like a truck. He can barely hear anything except for Lucifer calling out a name, and all he could make out was that it wasn’t his own name. A dark figure walks into the room and Luke hears muffled voices for a minute before he is suddenly extremely calm, his eyelids growing a bit heavy and he feels exhausted.

He then realizes someone was holding him and murmuring some sort of spell, causing him to panic once more, but this time he was perfectly aware and just jumped up ready to fight.

“Hey you dirty demon! Don’t use your dark magic on me or else I’ll-”

“Pfft hahaha,” Belphegor laughs hard, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “you still look like a chihuahua when you get annoyed!” Belphie teases and Luke blushes, before running at Belphie and tackling him, leading to a wrestling match on the floor as Lucifer stands by and watches the two of them closely, to ensure nobody got hurt under his watch. 

-

Dinner was the worst, to be honest. Luke had asked Lucifer if he could cook to say thanks for taking him in, but now he sat awkwardly and all of the brothers remained quiet, watching his every move and watching him like he was an injured little puppy.

“I-is the food not good?” Luke questions looking around nervously.

“AH- no its great Fido- LUKE, ah jeez I’m getting a headache this is so hard to adjust to,” Mammon slams his head on the table, earning a glare from Asmo and Satan who he sat between.

“Anyways, I know you’ve been to the Devildom before and don’t really need a tour BUT you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg, there are so many more places to go!” Asmo smiles widely at Luke, “So let’s go together soon, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ooooh Luke, you have to tell me what Celestial Realm video games are like, GAH I wish we had waited to start a war until after the invention of video games. Anyway I got a new one so I can show you a Devildom game and-”

“Shut yer trap Levi,” Mammon leans over the table to attempt to cover Levi’s mouth.

“But let the GREAT Mammon show ya all the best spots in town~”

“NO-no do not take the child Gambling, Mammon,” Asmo smacks him.

“Asmo for all we know you’re gonna scar him and take him to a strip club,” Belphegor smirks, knowing he just started a war.

“I WOULD NEVER, COME HERE YOU BRAT,” both of them in demon forms chasing each other around the house and screaming.

Suddenly everyone hears a child’s laughter and looks at the blond who had barely even smiled since arriving.

“We can try to do everything you guys want to show me,” Luke smiles. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief seeing that Luke was feeling more comfortable around them. “Um, question though… how do I go in and out of my… demon form?” 

“HAH that’s easy, just relax and let the GREAT Mammon teach ya!”

“Mammon, not yet. Luke, I will teach you, but we need to wait a bit longer or else the pain of transforming will be unbearable for you,” Lucifer looked down at the disappointed boy.

“Oh, ok.”

“Don’t look so gloomy Fid-LUKE JEEZ LOUISE- there's a lot the GREAT Mammon can teach ya in the mean time!” Mammon stands up with a cocky smile, hands on his hips. “Think of me as ya new master and you are my apprentice!”

“NO do not think of him like that he will make you do his dirty work,” Satan says, hitting Mammon in the stomach.

“Thank you,” Luke looks at Lucifer, “thank you for taking me in, I-I know we don’t have the best past and I was super rude towards demons during the exchange program but-but I’m trying to change for you guys! Thank you!” Luke bows his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he can never go back to the way he was bringing on more tears, but they didn’t mind. They’d been through the same process. So silently they all comforted him and welcomed him into their home with  open arms.

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[beelspillowpet]

Could you possibly do the boys dealing with an MCs that has severe scarring? Whether it be from SH or not, I just hate having to cover up for work, but if I don’t I constant get weird stares or people not minding their own business

I have keen fortunate enough to have my personal scars heal up, however my weird scars like the ones where I’ve scratched my arm a little too hard or I fell and banged up my foot,,,, those are permanent??? It’s so weirdly annoying to me for some reason. I dunno why I shared that but I think what I’m trying to say is I feel your pain. Chin up, love!

MCs Severe Scarring

It was noticeable from the very beginning. You were pulled out of no where after all. Unprepared for the worst, and damn near impossible. Or so you thought.

None of them really paid it too much mind, though. For one reason or another none of the scars on your body were looked at too hard, especially while your new living situation was being explained to you.

By the following morning you were granted more clothing as well as your new uniform. You were elated to find that it covered the majority of your body perfectly fine.

Though that was the easiest part of covering up, you were always more comfortable with less clothes on. This is what lead to any of them catching on.

You had forgotten your phone in the living room earlier that night and needed it back to set your alarm for tomorrow morning. Creeping out of your room to get it, you ran into none other than Mammon, who was snooping around to find things to sell.

Due to the color of your skin, the scarring looked more obvious. The pigment lighter than you’ve ever been. It was clear for him to see, and he was all but subtle for when he noticed it.

He had a full body shiver, eyes blown wide, focus drawn to the scars on your arms. Then, quick as ever, turned his gaze to try and explain away why he was up. He knew that you knew. You knew that he knew. Both of your stomachs had dropped in that instant and now you were met with silence.

Mammon stepped aside, not taking his eyes off a fixation in the corner. He didn’t want to make things worse. So he left the living room. You weren’t sure if you preferred that or not.

In another situation you were made to try out for after school activities. Anything to keep your grades shiny and squeaky, and being proactive and having activities surely helped that.

For better or for worse, you ended up in a pottery class. Rolling up your sleeves was the bane of your existence. But at least the muddy clay would soon cover them up.

Just your luck that Satan arrives to pick you up one day, right? He alerts you that a student council meeting is happening in the next 10 minutes by Diavolo’s request. He hadn’t yet noticed the scars because of the clay, but it was clear he wasn’t going to move until you were heading out the door.

You washed off the clay and as quick as possible tried to roll down your sleeves. But he saw you. His expression didn’t change, but he saw them. His eyes followed that now covered arms, and then a look of melancholy took over him as he glanced back to you.

“We should get going.” He says. Nothing else was spoken.

With Belpheghor is was possibly the easiest. Debatable. He had noticed them before when he attacked you, but he hadn’t spoken a word yet. Not until you two were alone together, watching the stars.

He brought it up then. His voice soft. He wanted to know if you were okay. If you are happier now. When asking what he was talking about, he gestured to your arms.

“I know what it’s like,” he continues, not waiting for you to answer. Probably because he was aware how uncomfortable this was. “Believe me I do. But I like to think I’m better now. Do you think you’re better now too?”

“It’s okay to not be. It’s okay to breakdown and be sad.” And somehow, he was making you feel better about it. “You aren’t defined by your scars. But you made it. So you should be proud of that.”

You decided to take what he said to heart.

Keeping your scars hidden wasn’t exactly easy. Being that there was quite a few, you either had strange looks or people asking you questions.

The worst of it was more when demons would approach you about it. Throwing question after question about it at you. Making their curiosity known, and quite literally harassing you.

They weren’t even personal scars you were attached to. Silly scars from when you were cutting vegetables, or when you scratched your arm on the corner of a splintered table, or paper cuts that sliced too deep...

Lucifer peeked his head into the classroom and narrowed his eyes. As if irritated, he marched over and slammed his hand down in the desk. “Don’t you all have something better to do?”

This disapproving glares exchanged, it was apparent only one side would give. And it wasn’t going to be Lucifer. One by one, the demons left you and he alone. He watched the go, his frown still plastered across his face.

Then he turned to you. He was searching for something in that gaze. Anything that raise concern over. When he found nothing (after a long and uncomfortable search) he simply smiled.

“We should head home now. It’s been a long day, I presume?”

Scars are a touchy topic. Especially for someone like Lucifer. Though if you were certain those scars were from silly mishaps, he wouldn’t question you on it. Though for sure, at some point or another, he would have a conversation with you if he needed to.

#obey me #om! #obey me beelzebub #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmoedus #obey me belpheghor #obey me hcs #obey me imagines

[lancermylove]

Teenager MC 4 (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Platonic hcs with all boys.

Warning: Mentions of depression, self-harm, scars, and insomnia.

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Can you do an obey me with. A teenage mc who suffers from insomnia, depression and sh(old scars and new cuts) I saw in the last post you said Simeon was well with teenagers so I was wondering if you could do all the boys but if not then the brothers and Simeon? Sorry you don’t have to I’m just looking for some comfort right now

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Anon and anyone who is depressed and/or self-harms....life is difficult and there are times where it’s too much to handle, but please reach out for help. By no means am I saying this just to say something (or preaching) because I know how you feel as I have been suffering from depression for quite a few years now and also have insomnia. I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone because I feel like I would burden them, and I hate going to the doctor due to multiple negative experiences in the past and because they charge way too much. Recently, I came to a realization that I can’t keep going like this and have been trying to push myself out of the darkness. It is difficult, especially since I have an unhealable chronic injury that gives/has been giving me a lot of pain for years. BUT, I refuse to let the pain win. I have been quietly suffering for a long time, and it’s not a good place to be in, so PLEASE reach out to someone if you can or at least try. You can also find creative outlets to help distract yourself. My outlets are writing and art. 

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Prologue:

He noticed that there was something wrong but didn’t give it much thought. Humans are different than demons and angels, so he brushed it off as a human thing. He realized that he may have to look into the issue when he saw you wandering aimlessly at night. Multiple times.

He asked you if something was wrong, but you said everything was fine. He noticed that your mood would change often, and that you weren’t eating properly and weren’t talking much. He once again asked you if something was wrong, but your answer remained the same. 

This went on for a while, until he reached his patience limit. “Will you tell me what’s wrong? I don’t want to hear ‘everything is fine’.”

But you still gave the same answer, much to his annoyance. Then, he grabbed your hand, accidentally pushing your sleeve up. Red, purple, blue, brown, and cream stained your wrist and forearm. You managed to pull away your hand, but he got the answers he was looking for.  

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Lucifer

His pride is hurt because he wasn’t able to stop you from hurting yourself; moreover, that it took him so long to figure it out.

Luci takes you to his study and asks why you are doing this to yourself but doesn’t push you to answer. 

If he sees that you’re hesitating, he assures you that he only wants to help you.

The Avatar of Pride sets aside his seemingly aloof personality and opens up a new, softer side to you. A side that not even his brothers have seen.

He tells you that you are not alone, and he’s here for you.

Luci asks you to promise that if you feel like hurting yourself or if you’re sad, you will come talk to him. He even says to come to his room if you can’t sleep or can’t get your mind to calm down.

Lucifer realizes that this is not something he can help you with overnight and is fully prepared to stay by your side as long as you need him to.

Before he sends you to your room, he pulls you into a firm hug and whispers, “I care for you more than you think and seeing you hurt yourself pains me.” 

Mammon

He is speechless. As the first demon to make a contract with you, he thought he knew you better than anyone else.

It hurt him that you didn’t think of talking to him or even consider coming to him. 

Mammon ends up crying...a lot. 

“Mammon?” 

He wipes his tears and nose with the sleeve of his jacket, “Y-you thought I wou-wouldn’t care, right? Do I have to spell it out that I c-care about you more than anyone e-else.” 

He cups your cheeks in his hands and presses his forehead against yours, “(Y/N), why are you hurting yourself? Are you in that much pain? You know you can talk to me and share your pain with me, right?”

Mammon pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you, “Cry if you need to. Hit me if you need to. Yell if you need to. But don’t hurt yourself.” 

He insists on staying in your room, and even if you say no, he’s not going to take no for an answer. The Avatar of Greed has made up his mind that he’s going to help you through this no matter what.

Levi

He freezes and starts to feel lightheaded.  

Levi knows what it feels like to be depressed and to have a low self-esteem. He knows what it feels like to be looked down upon. He knows what it feels like for life to be constantly unfair. He knows... 

He knew there were others out there who felt like him, but never once did it crossed his mind that you, the only normie he dearly cares about, would be like him.

Levi takes hold of your hand and takes you to his room. He sits you in his gaming chair and pulls a spare chair next to yours before handing you a controller. 

While the two of you play, he mumbles, “Who knew my normie was just like me? Now, we can be sad together...but normie, know that I will not let you hurt yourself.” 

He glances at you with a small smile, “If something happens to my norm-friend, I don’t know what I would do.”   

Asmo

He gasps and covers his mouth, “What did you do to your beautiful skin?” 

It takes Asmo a second to realize that his question may have been insensitive. No, that was not his intention, but beauty is very important to him.

He apologizes for his question before taking you to his room. “My dear, what’s wrong? Why are you doing this to yourself? You may not want to talk about such a delicate subject, but I really want to know. Please, tell me.” 

If you choose to tell him, Asmo will lend you an ear, but if you don’t talk, he gently nudges you until you talk. If you cry, he lends you a shoulder and rubs circles on your back.

“No matter what you need, I am here for you. I will gladly listen to you and help you in any way I can. I promise.” He places a hand on top of yours, “Let me take care of you and your health.” 

Asmo places a friendly kiss on the top of your head. “You may not feel like it, but please allow me to pamper you for the day. We can go shopping, get our hair and nails done, and go to the spa. How does that sound?”

Satan

He has read so many books that he’s familiar with the ways of humans. It doesn’t take him long to know how and why those scars and cuts got there. 

Satan sighs. He knows he can be scary when he’s angry, being the Avatar of Wrath and all, but is he really that scary? To the point where you wouldn’t be comfortable talking to him about your pain?

He wanted to ask you if you were scared of him, but he knew this was neither the right time nor the right place; instead, Satan places a hand on your shoulder and asks one question, “Would you trust me enough to share your feelings with me?”

Whether you say yes or no, he assures you that he will not judge you in any way. 

He takes you to his room and tells you to wait for him. In a few minutes, he returns with an unusual colored concoction. 

“Drink this. I know you have not been sleeping properly. Let’s worry about everything else tomorrow, but for tonight, drink this and rest.”

He sits in his reading chair and watches you sleep. “I am sorry for not realizing that you were in pain. Starting from tomorrow, I promise to stay by your side.”  

Beel 

He is extremely confused seeing the scars, new and old alike. 

Beel thinks that one of the lesser demons hurts you and is more than ready to destroy the one responsible.

When he asks you who caused these injures, you reply no one. He pushes you a little to tell him how you got those injures. 

Not answering his question, you walk away, leaving Beel even more puzzled. He decides to ask one of his brothers but leaves your name out. 

After Beel learns the reason, he comes barging into your room, and without thinking one, he bear hugs you. 

“W-why would you hurt yourself?” He asks, tears filling his eyes. “Please don’t...if you’re sad, then tell me what I can do to make you happy.”

Beel looks you in the eyes and says innocently, “I will give you all my food if it makes you happy. You can even use me as a punching bag if you need to get your emotions out. Don’t worry, your punches won’t hurt me.” 

The Avatar of Glutton draws you into another embrace and pleads that you stay in his and Belphie’s room. “We will have fun and eat a lot of good food!” 

Belphie

The usual sleepiness and fatigue that surrounds him quickly disappears. He has never felt so awake or alert in his life. 

“(Y/N), what’s bothering you to the point where you would go this far?” He waits for you to answer but continues talking when you remain silent, “I know you haven’t known me as long as my brothers and may not trust me fully, but I care for you.” 

Belphie takes a firm hold of your hand and studies your face. “I can tell you haven’t not been sleeping. What do you say we take a nap? Naps always make me feel better, so it may help you too.” 

While taking you to his room, he looks at you, “We can talk about this when you’re ready...but don’t hurt yourself, okay?”

Belphie’s hug and warmth lull you to sleep in no time. 

Diavolo

Various expressions dance across the Demon King’s face - anger, sadness, confusion, and pain.

Anger because he failed to notice earlier, sadness and pain because he dislikes seeing you suffering, and confusion because he can’t understand why you would harm yourself.

In many conversations related to the human world, he has heard that the world of humans can be ruthless. Humans say that demons only dwell in hell, but from what Diavolo has heard, he believes demons also exist in the human world.

“I am not sure what to do as I have never faced such a situation, but please allow me to share my feelings with you.” He places a hand on the top of your head, “Having you hear in Devildom makes me happy. You are far different than what I imagined humans to be like.” 

He studies your expressions before speaking once more, “Many demons in Devildom disagreed with my decision to invite a human to RAD, but despite their protests, I stood firm. Now, I can say I made the right choice by inviting you here.” 

Diavolo gently touches your cheek, “I have found a friend in you, and I hope you have found a friend in me. If you have, then please share your feelings with me, be it happiness, sadness, pain, or confusion. I promise to listen to you and will do anything for you. Even if you ask me for the most difficult thing you can think of, I will bring it for you.” 

Barbatos

This was one of the possibilities he had seen in the many doors in his room.

He dearly hoped that he would never have to encounter this moment, but here it was. 

Barbatos had prepared himself in case it may come true, but all his preparation was for naught. Seeing the cuts had made him forget everything. 

He wasn’t one to take feelings into account, and he wasn’t qualified to handle these situations. In this mind, Simeon, Solomon, and even Lucifer could help you a lot more than he could. 

But, he also couldn’t let this continue.

“I realize that I may not express myself nor do I seem friendly, but if you wish to talk, I shall lend you an ear.” 

His usual stoic expression was nowhere in sight; instead, an unexpected softness found its way on his face. 

“Shall we talk over a cup of tea? I have baked your favorite dessert. I hear that humans believe when one is down, they should consume sugar to brighten their mood.” 

Simeon

Simeon winces. Even though you pulled your sleeve over the scars and cuts, the image stays in his mind. 

It pains him to learn that you have been suffering...possibly all alone. 

He asks you a series of questions to learn the reason behind harming yourself. Are demons hurting you? Do you not like it in Devildom? Is something bothering you? How long have you been hurting yourself?

Though he wants to ask more, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. 

Simeon takes you to Purgatory Hall and asks you to stay there with him. 

While making you a cup of calming tea, he says, “You are a strong, beautiful, and kindhearted person. You don’t deserve pain...you deserve all the happiness in the world.” 

He hands you the cup and smiles softly, “Drink this. It will help you. I am not familiar with the human world, but my dear, as your friend, I am here for you.”

Simeon sits next to you and gives you a warm, heartfelt hug. “Think of me as your guardian angel and share your pain with me. In return, I promise to listen to you and always watch over you.”

Solomon

His first thought is to brew a potion for you to help with your pain, but he stops himself.

Solomon knows that rather than thinking like a sorcerer in this situation, he should think like a human first. 

“If it’s not too much to ask, will you tell me what bothers you?” He asks in a tender voice, “The demons may have told you that I am not trustworthy, but do believe me when I say I care about you.” 

Upon further examining your face, he deduces from your dark circles that you have not been sleeping properly. He also realizes that you may be depressed which would explain sleeplessness and self-harm. 

Sighing quietly, he brings you back to Purgatory Hall and asks Luke to stay with Simeon for the time being. 

If at that time you talk, Solomon listens to you without an ounce of judgment, but if you wish to stay quiet, Solomon decides to try again later.

For the time being, he hands you a potion and explains, “This concoction will help calm your mind and help you sleep. If your insomnia is left unchecked, your health will further decline.” 

He helps you remove your shoes and pulls a blanket over your body. “I will be here for you when you wake up. Rest well and sweet dreams, (Y/N).”

Solomon avoids telling you that he added a special ingredient to the potion - an ingredient that will give you pleasant dreams...happy dreams.   

Luke

He is shocked to see the injuries and doesn’t understand; in fact, he’s traumatized. 

Luke doesn’t say anything and just stands there, even after you walk away.

For the next few days, he has trouble sleeping at night and ends up asking Simeon a few questions. 

Luke gets angry at the demons for not taking proper care of you, but for your sake, he doesn’t say anything to them. 

He shows up at your doorstep unannounced with a basket full of baked goods. 

Luke doesn’t ask about your scars/cuts as he assumes it would be rude, instead he asks, “Do you think of me as your friend?” 

Regardless of what you answer, he says, “I am here for you whenever you need you...even if you don’t need me.” 

He takes a tight hold of your hand and looks at you with tears. “I want to be your guardian angel, so please let me be.” 

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Safe haven

a Diavolo x GN! MC fanfic

2.36k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning: Insane deadly stunt but not suicide, please don't read if you have this triggers. And please don't try this at home... or anywhere

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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It is their sanctuary. A place that has everything they could wish for...

if only, fate isn't fickle...

"If I jump, will you save me again?"

"What a wretched soul I have..."

It’s been an hour since they were staring far in the horizon. Dusk is on its way, with the lake gulping the sun whole to bring forth darkness in the grassy land they’re on. That place is secluded, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything.

It's not their first-time watching day turn to night on where they are. They’ve known that spot enough to vividly paint the place on a whim.

It was neither a simple place as it seems. That place is a part of the human realm, untouched by anyone but two persons— them and Diavolo. A place which witnessed how the said Prince dropped on his knees and confessed he likes them. The place they admit they felt the same.

The place where they held hands in their secret rendezvous; times where the Future king would go to whenever he ran away from his endless responsibilities for a day and spend it with them, with words of affections and adorations for each other. It is their safe haven.

The Forget-me-not flowers they planted are blooming around them. As the two sat beneath the shade of the tree, appreciating the presence of the flowers and each other.

Diavolo has a habit of caressing their cheeks, brushing strands of their locks past their ears, as he embraces them as if they were the most precious treasure, he has ever held. Those smiles he would beam; brighter than the sol they always see. "You're the most beautiful being I have ever seen." And they would smile back, with their feelings overflowing so much they would always pour it back to him with a kiss.

But being always in that place doesn't mean they never left it. There are times they would give him a heart attack by literally jumping off the edge of the cliff. The demon prince then would follow them in a snap, before transforming right before their eyes and seizing them.

They knew it was a foolish thing to do. No sane person would ever carry out such dumb, dangerous stunt. They do have a magic or two under their sleeves should Diavolo fail the task. Spells they would feverishly study and tirelessly practice for the sake of the success of the Exchange Student program; for the sake of making Diavolo proud of them. So, they studied hard, yet fools only around their beloved.

So, they kept on flying off to the danger at every given chance. For the feeling during the times they would fall, they had the best view they could ever see in their lifetime. How the demon they ever loved could be so... breathtaking. Turning into his demon form—metamorphosing like a dazzling butterfly, his red locks fluttering in the wind, with such golden ornaments, such golden eyes reflecting the radiance of the sun. And most of all, such playful, thrilled smiles they would willingly lay their life just to see. He seems like the mesmerizing golden red dusk. He may be a demon, but Diavolo is much more divine than the angels in their eyes.

And to think that such an ambrosial prince would hold them in his firm arms, and bury them in his well-toned chest before gliding up in the air. They really love the feeling. Akin to the flowers they cultivate symbolizes, he is their true love.

"Should we land back on the top of the land?"

"Just a little bit longer." Humming, they would place a peck onto the tip of his horn or temple whenever they would request something so badly, which then would receive a chuckle from the Demon. "Hahaha, what a pampered human... Alright, just a little bit longer." And who knows how long they stay in the air. Then they would share small talks back on the cliff, and soon be bombarded with tons of messages and missed calls from the butler and the right-hand man. They would head back home after that, before the said aides decide to search for them and find their secret haven.

It was all they could ever wish for. An everlasting love to carry inside their mortal heart.

They have everything they could ask for, until that day comes. A moonless, rainy night during the celebration of Diavolo's birth.

"I'm glad to finally meet you, the Future King of Devildom." …the day she came. Rosa, a rather respected princess, and the daughter of Queen Rose.

"...N-No, the pleasure is mine." Whether he was flustered by her sudden appearance or not, something was rather amiss. His gaze towards her was different than anything they've ever seen him make. So different yet... familiar. Like the way his eyes sparked of reverie the day they first met, except it was more profound.

Diavolo sighed, "I'm telling you, you don't have to worry. You know you're the one I love." It was nothing, he said. It was only in their imagination, he said. Even so, the connection between the two they perceived every time the two met on business, felt so real.

They were so anxious, so angry they wanted to explode. They want to blame it all on that demon princess who appeared out of nowhere, and brought everything to a big mess! They wanted to lash at her, right from the deepest pit of their stomach!

...Yet, they didn't.

They simply can't. Not when she was like an angel who descended in the land of darkness.

So pure yet so wise, so diligent and well-versed. She is strong-willed and rather capable in every aspect. She doesn't deserve to be blamed for something she didn't mean to do. It was merely a work of two hearts naturally falling for each other. It was inevitable.

Instead of brooding without doing anything, they will fight. They will fight for what's theirs. For what's right. For the specks of affection left inside Diavolo. For their love, they won't give up.

Or so they thought...

"Y/N, would you mind having tea with me later?" Barbatos asked for their attendance.

But unlike the usual afternoon tea they always share with the butler, "Where's Diavolo?" ... the prince is not around.

"The Young master has prior engagement and brought Lucifer in my stead. My apologies if it was not to your liking."

"Ahh, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that... having snacks with only you are unusual." It's not unusual. Rather, it never occurred even once. Diavolo tends to postpone the teatime for another time whenever he can't go, as Barbatos always join his absence.

"Actually, I asked you today about an important matter to discuss."

"...Is it related to Diavolo and me, isn't it?" They shouldn't have asked him. They hated themself for asking Diavolo's attendant.

"Yes. To be precise, it is about your relationship and the lady you met during Young master's birthday. I believe you have the right to know this." They held their breath. "I hate to break it to you but the lady you met back then, is the Young Master's... fiancée and his soulmate." The words that came off Barbatos' lips felt like cold water dumped on them.

They just want to end the conversation right there and leave the garden as fast as they can, but they forcefully pull themself together and learn the whole truth, as painful as it is for them. "...Fiancee, you said? And what do you mean by soulmate?"

"For every heir of the throne, there is a prophecy foretelling the righteous betrothed one fated for them. This Oracle has never once failed in predicting who..." Barbatos paused, evaluating whether they could take any more. "...would help the Ruler in bringing prosperity in the Devildom."

After a minute of silence, they spoke. "Does Diavolo know all about this? About her?"

"Yes... but I swear in my name, he has always wanted to be free of the prophecy and achieve prosperity through his own power."

"Where is he headed to at the moment?"

"..." Barbatos' silence tells them everything. He is with her. That's all that they needed to know.

"I... see... Thank you for telling me this."

"I— no, I don't deserve such words from you." They shook their head, "You still disclosed this even when Diavolo wanted to keep it a secret from me. I'm sorry I brought trouble to you."

"It was my own choice. I'm just doing what I think is right."

"Thank you, really..."

They left the castle, thinking a lot of things but also finally enlightened.

They never had Diavolo's heart from the start.

He is the future of the Devildom, the future of all the demons who could easily outlive them. And for that he needs an Empress who can fully support him and bear another long-lived heir. His soulmate, his forever, his other half. Everything that they could never be.

Their life is short. His' is not. He could never fathom the extent of his life like they could. That is also the reason why they could love him until the day they cease to exist, a mere blink to him.

As obvious as the glaring sun that blinds them atop that cliff, his love... is gone.

They could see it in his eyes. Every day he spends with them, his mind is somewhere else.

Even in their favorite place, his embraces were still as cold as the mountain's peak. His smile is too forced, like a one man playing before their eyes. His kisses were prickling and painful. And his gaze... He is suffering.

Like they were.

"Forgive me." It was for the Devildom, he said. His head hangs low, wearing that distressed expression.

"Hey, lift your head? The future king shouldn't bow to anyone." They smiled, cupping his cheeks to raise his face.

"Look, I understand." It was a surprise they didn't shed a drop of tear, as they pat his head gently. "Follow your heart. You'll become a great king."

He made a wise decision, to choose his bond that suddenly came that day. Someone who really owns Diavolo's heart per destiny's decree. The heart they thought he offered back then, with the trees, and the cool breeze, and the swaying leaves, and the sunset as their witnesses. The heart they thought were already theirs. The heart that slipped from their fingers as he let go of their hand when Diavolo locked eyes with his fated one.

Diavolo's love is fleeting. Or maybe it was never love from the start, but a mere curiosity on his end. A misconception, but it doesn't matter anymore. They already knew the answer.

He already achieved his true love, holding his Empress in white. He wears that smile, much, much brighter than anything they have ever seen.

The bells sing with the crowd in jubilation. It is a merry occasion, with the official new rulers of the Devildom. All were so elated.

Except for one. "What a wretched soul I have..." they uttered under their breath. They couldn't take the sight. With the man they so love to be happy in someone's arms. Rage was boiling inside them. Staying there for a second longer and they would definitely ravage everything. So, they fled the scene, escaping to their secret place surrounded by the lake and the sea of trees.

They wanted to let it all out. Pain, sorrow, rage, envy. They were overflowing with emotion more than they could take. It should be them, placing a ring on his finger! the one smiling and crying of happiness as he makes a vow! The one who should be kissing him in front of thousands of witnesses!

"WHY?! What did I do to deserve this?!" The swaying blue and white Forget-me-nots they took with utmost care came to view. "What useless plants!!" They cried out, yanking and tearing everything off the soil. "True love?! It was only me from the very start!!"

All they could do was cry. Scream until their throat goes dry, until their voice disappears.

When all energy left their body, they slumped in the grassy land they’re on. In that secluded place, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything. Hiding their wretched self from everyone.

Dazed, they stared at the sky for an hour. As its hue turns from light blue to red, their mind gets clearer. That's when they heard a familiar sound. They followed it on the tip of the cliff.

It was the roaring waves beneath the land mass. It seems like it's continuing the cries they couldn't do anymore. Roaring like it was spilling the emotions inside them.

"If I jump, will you save me again?" They spoke to the man who is no longer in that secret place. It will never be a safe haven for them anymore.

"I want to be saved by you one more time." I want to be embraced by you one last time.

They faced their back to the rim of the cliff, and took a step backward. A foot standing on a void. And so, their body tipped, losing the other foot from the ground. As their balance disappears, they see nothing but the golden rays of the sunset and the redness of the dusk. So red like Diavolo's locks, golden like his eyes. There's nothing but only traces of him; of the man who doesn't really love them as he promised.

This is foolish... They thought. They're all alone. No Diavolo will fly down and save them anymore.

"I should go home..." Dying here would only hurt him... They whispered as the firm breeze swirls beneath, ready to catch them. After all, no one will save me but I... thinking of that, another pang spiked their heart.

But the wind spell they casted couldn't catch them. When they should have been falling, a hand appeared and pulled them in an embrace.

"Please don't do this..." it was not the warmth they were expecting. Yet, streams began flowing down their cheeks, in comfort of another’s arms. With their hoarse voice they sob the sorrow of losing their safe haven.

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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After the Fall (5)

Pairing: Lucifer x Angel! Fem! MC

Word Count: 2.3k

Series Summary: Angel! Fem! MC is part of an exchange program that sends her to the Devildom for a year.

Chapter Summary: MC finds out what Lucifer's been hiding.

CW: panic attacks, attempted murder, PTSD

Author’s Note: Sorry it's been a hot minute; school has been keeping me busy.

***

Your fingers felt like they were going to fall off and your eyes burned from not blinking. The room was so dark you weren’t sure how long you had been in here. The bright screen was your only source of light, and it was no wonder Levi was so pale. You looked over at him, he was hunched over his controller, his eyes glued to the tv.

“MC are you not even trying?” He exclaimed, a tint of anger in his voice. You looked back at the screen, a giant ‘K.O.’ flashing before your eyes.

“They don’t have these games back home.” This felt like your hundredth loss against him. “You’re just way too good.”

He blushed at the small compliment - not used to the praise. You looked at your DDD to see the time, it was already 3 in the morning.

“Geez! I need to get to bed.”

“Already?” He pouted, not wanting you to go to your room yet.

“Let’s do this again.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, but the small smile on his face was enough to show he wasn’t mad.

You said goodnight to him and his fish - you learned the name was Henry based off of his favorite fantasy novel - and walked out the door into the hallway. It was pitch black, you couldn’t see a thing. Standing still, you tried to let your eyes adjust to the darkness. Barely, you could see the railing of the stairs, and some decorative paintings on the wall. You started walking towards your room when you heard a small voice coming from far behind you. Didn’t Satan say this house was haunted? Surely, you thought he was just trying to scare you. Again, you started walking towards your room - hoping to not run into whatever was making that noise.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.”

The voice was stronger, more distinct sounding. You recognized that it was the same lullaby from a week ago. You recalled that there was a set of hidden stairs, that Lucifer forbade you from going up. Debating whether or not you should risk it, you turned around and headed down the hall. The darkness didn’t help, you couldn’t remember how to get to those stairs - last time, you had found it by chance.

“And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem.”

There it was again! You followed the sound, trusting your ears rather than your sight. It was strange how clear the voice was, considering that you had to walk through several doors and halls to get to the base of the stairs.

“But if I know you, I know what you’ll do.”

If Lucifer ever found out - no - he would never find out. And if he did? So, what. You were tired of obeying him - who was he to you? A nobody. Slowly, you ascended up the spiral staircase. The voice was masculine, yet soft, almost sleepy sounding.

“You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”

Reaching the top of the stairs, you see a door that is barred up. Peering in, you see a man laying down, lazily humming the rest of the tune. His head turns, feeling your presence.

“Hmph. They went along with the exchange program, I see.”

His aura was strong - purple and luminous - he was a powerful demon. He must’ve read yours as well.

“Who are you?”

“Belphegor. Who are you?”

“MC. What are you doing here?”

“Lucifer locked me up.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing - you absolutely knew Lucifer was mean, but to lock up his own family? That was beyond evil. “You have to help me out of here.”

You took a step back from the bars, taking a moment to think about the situation you landed yourself in. It was no wonder Lucifer didn’t want you up here, but was it justified? From what you had gathered, he was mean but not without reason, right? He insulted you, but only because you were acting like a brat. He was also the same man that saved you, and he was highly respected by Michael - even as a demon.

“Why did he lock you up?”

“I didn’t agree with the exchange program.”

Was that really the only reason? Something as simple as disagreeing could end up in imprisonment? Belphie must’ve seen the look on your face - a war raging inside your mind.

“He’s horrible, you know?” You looked up at him. “He locked up his own brother, and he dismissed Lilith’s death like it meant nothing!”

“Lilith.” You repeated to yourself. You were told she was the start of the Great Celestial War.

“Now that I think about it, I don’t remember you at all.” He eyed you carefully.

“I wasn’t created until after the war. I’m Lucifer’s replacement, basically.”

This statement caught his interest.

“So, you’re powerful; I think you can get through this magic.”

Touching the bars, you felt a powerful magic radiating off of the metal. Lucifer must’ve put a spell on the door, to ensure he’d never escape. He was right, you were a powerful angel, this shouldn’t be an issue, but you were still hesitant.

“What are you going to do once you’re out?”

“I just want to talk to him.” If that was really all he wanted to do then you were ready to let him out.

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath in, hands still gripping the metal. It had been weeks since you last transformed into an angel, ever since your failure you had been hesitant to even try. Slowly, your white wings sprouted from your back and your magic flowed through your fingertips. The bars began to glow, and gradually disintegrated from existence. A smile spread across his face, and he stepped out for the first time in who knows how long. You transformed back to your normal state.

“Thank you.” He opened his arms, you gladly accepted his hug. You had begun to appreciate how touchy-feely most of the brothers were. His grip, however, was a bit too hard for your liking. You stopped hugging him back, this time placing your hands against his waist trying to push off - but his grip was relentless.

“What are you doing?” It was getting harder to breathe; your ribs felt like they were being crushed.

“I’m doing the world a favor, Lucifer’s replacement.”

He hadn’t bothered addressing you by your name - it suddenly clicked in your head. Lucifer was part of the blame for his sister’s death, and to him you were just another Lucifer in the making. You pushed him and tried to transform but you had exhausted yourself trying to break him out. The trauma from weeks ago was just beginning to heal, and now you were reliving it. You could hardly breathe, but now it was becoming even more erratic - you were having a panic attack.

“Please -” The words were barely coming out. “Lucifer.”

The room was spinning, and darkness crept in.

***

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar room. The bed was spacious, a huge chandelier hung down in the center, and soft music could be heard. You take a deep breath in - you notice the smell - notes of sandalwood wafting in the air. Trying to sit up, a sharp pain erupts in your ribs. Glancing down, your torso is wrapped up - unexpectedly, the memories flash in your mind. You released Belphie, and he tried to kill you. How the hell did you make it?

“MC, you’re awake.” Lucifer walked in, holding a tray of food. “How are you feeling?”

His face held a concerned look, but he was hard to read. There’s no doubt he was upset, he told you not to go up the stairs and yet you disobeyed orders.

“Where’s Belphie?” Lucifer sighed, and put the tray down on the nightstand.

“Why’d you let him go?”

“Did you hurt him?”

The both of you were getting nowhere. Too many unanswered questions and so much distress, you couldn’t take it anymore. You moved to get out of bed, Lucifer tried to help but you slapped his hand away. Standing, you looked him straight in the eyes.

“What is going on here?” Lucifer stood his ground.

“You’re prying. This isn’t any of your business.”

“I almost died. I think it is my business.”

“You didn’t die twice because of me. A thank you would be nice.”

You couldn’t believe him.

“I didn’t ask you to save me.” That was a lie, and he knew it. Your eyes watered up. “I’m capable. You might not see it, Michael might not see it, but I know I am!”

You walked to the door before the tears could spill down your cheeks. You were tired of feeling weak in front of him.

“MC.” You stopped without turning around, waiting for him to continue. “I think you’re plenty capable, but I don’t regret helping you.”

Wiping the tears away, you turned to look at him. He was seated on his bed, elbows rested on his legs, looking down pensively. You walked to him, standing directly in front of his form. The sleeves on his dress shirt were rolled up, and the top buttons were undone revealing his collarbone. The locks of his hair were messy, like he had been consistently running his hands through it. Subconsciously, you raised your hand and began to smooth out his hair, putting each strand back in its rightful place. He looked up at you, curiously. His eyes were sunken, the darkness underneath visible to you from your proximity.

“I’m sorry," you whispered.

Ever since your arrival, you had become another burden to Lucifer. Before coming to the Devildom, you had a preconceived notion that he was the reincarnation of all things evil, but it didn’t take long to realize how complex the man in front of you really was. Your internal battle with yourself didn’t help, and you were taking it out on him. And now, with Belphie’s appearance, there’s no doubt in your mind that Lucifer would never forgive you.

“I just wish you’d understand I have your best interest at heart.”

“I guess it takes a near death experience to see that,” you joked. “Thanks. For both times.”

You fixed the last strand out of place, framing it against his temple. Your fingers lingered, tracing down to where his jaw curves. It was as if an electric current ran from him to you.

“You’re welcome. Both times.” He went to grab your hand, but you removed it yourself.

“Does everyone know what happened?”

“Yes. You’ve been out for a few days, and everything’s been taken care of.”

“Everything?”

“School, home, here. Everything.” He got up from his position, leaving you little time to take a step back, his chest is nearly touching yours. “I’m not letting you get hurt again.”

He placed his hand on your shoulder, and in that moment you felt so small. You vowed right there and then to be less of a burden to Lucifer. You had already caused so much damage, now you were going to make things right.

“Michael wants to speak to you.”

“What? You’ve spoken with Michael?” Oh, crap.

“No, Simeon has. Michael requested you take a brief trip back home after you wake up.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll open a portal, if you’re ready?”

“You can open a portal?”

“Yes, can’t you?”

“No…” Guess Michael decided you weren’t good enough for that ability. “I’m ready.”

Lucifer performed his spell, which allowed a little portal to open up. You thanked Lucifer once again, and stepped in; a bright, white light blinded you. The portal had transported you to right in front of Michael’s office. You gave two knocks before being called in.

“MC. Who knew it only took sending you to the Devildom for you to finally learn how to knock.” You laughed dryly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I -”

“What happened?”

“Well -”

“Don’t answer. I already know.” Ah, so you were here to be reprimanded. “Why are you causing so much trouble? Did I not tell you that you represent the Celestial Realm?”

“Yes sir, but -”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. It’s embarrassing that I even have to do this.” You bite your lip, too afraid to make him angrier. “You’re going to go down there and apologize to Lord Diavolo and Lucifer. And you’re going to stop causing trouble, do I make myself clear?”

You opted to nod your head, not trusting your own voice. As quick as you had gotten there, you were sent away just as quickly. The portal reopened back in Lucifer’s room, he was standing there waiting for your arrival. You wanted nothing more than to be alone.

“What did he say?”

“He said I need to apologize to you and Lord Diavolo, but can I please do that later? I just - I need to get out of here.”

“MC…” He reached out to you.

“No, I’m serious - I feel like I can’t breathe.” It was happening again. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears, and you saw the room spinning. Why was this happening?

“MC!” Lucifer held the sides of your face. “Okay, you’re okay. Let’s get some fresh air.”

His words were going in one ear and straight out the other. He held you in his arms, and you could feel him moving, but your dizziness made it hard to decipher what was going on. It wasn’t until he sat down, you were still being held by him, that you became aware of your surroundings. Somewhere deep in the forest lay a small lake, and a singular bench. The air was fresh, and the serenity filled your soul.

“I come here when it feels like everything is falling apart.”

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[etherealluminescence]

Hi there! I was hoping you could do a headcanon of the demon brothers with an Mc/reader that self harms pls? You don’t have to though!

I have 7/8 fic requests so I’ll do the headcanons first!! ((: and I don’t mind! This is going to be a little bit angsty! And I hope you’re doing okay!! I’ve never personally cut / done great self-harm so I based it off stories I’ve heard, or common knowledge. Sorry if it doesn’t sound completely okay!

I tried a bunch of ways to describe an MC who does self harm?? Does that make sense? Like for depression, for the thrill, for boredom? I’ve had friends and know many people who have self-harmed, and done it for myriads of reasons, and I sort of wanted to include all types?? I hope that doesn’t sound rude or mean-

One more HC and then it’s fic time. I’m excited to write Solomon smut.

Brothers react to GN!MC doing self-harm

Lucifer

He didn’t pay much attention to you at first, considering how busy he was. He thought of you as a bit of a nuisance, and began to pick-up on what was really going on after talking to you for a bit.

You used a lot of self-deprecating humour, which at first he was caught off guard with, and eventually realised you were genuinely serious.

You saw yourself as some pathetic and worthless creature, and the fact that those around you call you that too only added fuel to the fire. A worthless human, something weak and pathetic. You never denied it, and always agreed.

He soon found out you cut yourself, bloodlet, and do all sorts of harm to your body in order to relieve yourself and use it as a coping mechanism.

He began to worry about you, not just for the sake of the student exchange program. There were plenty of demons in the Devildom, and you were an easy victim.

You never fought back when someone picked on you, you never denied it when someone degraded your existence, and you didn’t even bother if your harming was obvious or not, so long as you calmed yourself.

He finally confronted you when you took it too far one day, sitting in your bathtub, soaked in blood. You were running late to dinner, and Lucifer’s bad feeling made him come find you. It felt good to you, great. It was addictive. The one thing you could control- the amount of agony you endured. You were so bored of life, that this is the only thrill you got.

He began screaming at you, and immediately picked you up and began to wrap bandages around your arm, and kept yelling that you shouldn’t do this, and you are taking it too far.

You were about to brush him off when he yelled out that if you’re trying to die, this isn’t funny.

It made you pause. Was he, concerned? About someone like you? But, why? Why did you a small human in this vast world matter to him?

He could tell what you were thinking and sighed. He couldn’t believe how you were raised, to think of yourself as insignificant. Even though he was known as the prideful demon of sin, he admitted to you that he does care about you, and doesn’t want to see you dead.

It pained him to see you struggle to understand him or accept that he was genuinely concerned for you. Anymore time that you were bullied, he’d scare off the demons, or anytime you talked shit about yourself, he would tell you to stop.

Mammon

The first time you met Mammon, he degraded you. He told you that you were stupid. A human couldn’t survive. Don’t talk to him or rely on him.

And that’s exactly what you did- you never bothered him. You believed every word that he had said to you. You didn’t want to be a bother, so every time you passed a demon who intimidated you, you kept your mouth shut and endured it.

You couldn’t win against one, anyways. Even if you could, what would that do? You’d just cause problems. You always caused problems wherever you go, so why don’t you be good for once?

In the comfort of your own room, you cut. You choked. You took a needle and dragged it across your arm, and poke, poke, poke. Droplets of red stained your arm and the carpet, with your tears falling down mixing in.

You hissed and whimpered to yourself, trying not to bother anyone around you with your loud whining.

It was then that Mammon entered your room, and saw what was happening. He was going to steal something, but stopped. What the fuck did you think you were doing?

He grabbed the needle from you and threw it aside and practically yelled at you. You were frozen and scared, shivering and clutching your body curling to brace yourself for the hit.

The hit never came, and he slowly eased you open again. He never knew humans were so high maintenance. He may not know you, but he’s not actually going to let you die.

You explained to him that you felt worthless, and he told you to just leave him alone. Die while you’re at it. He felt extremely bad.

He didn’t think you’d actually hurt yourself, or that you’d not go to him for help. He’s the great Mammon! If you begged, he would of let you seen a good side of him.

From that moment he apologises, sort of, in his own little way.

And he starts to protect you and comes over and clings to you, claiming this is how his human will stop their self-doubt and love themself

Leviathan

He could tell pretty early on. He saw your anxiety and the way you would curl away from people, listening to music, and how you would clench your fists when someone would talk to you.

You had severe anxiety from what he could tell, but didn’t exactly notice the self harm scars you had. He did not want to get involved, but could not just leave you like that when he knew.

He gave you some anxiety medication, which caused you to panic due to thinking you’d be yelled at again, and by a stranger no less. You started to yell sorrys and it’s my fault, and began to violently shake.

He’s seen enough anime with shitty parents to understand that you were more than likely afraid of people.

He allows you to play his games, and see his fish, but you were so scared to move, but when you came to it you were too scared to say no.

After a few minutes, he could see that you were scratching yourself to the point of bleeding, and that you were not doing okay. When he was about to say something, you got startled and fell on your face. Your shirt slightly riled up revealing bruises on your stomach.

It was a lot worse than he originally realised, and even signed up for. He just wanted to give you anxiety medication. But if he went that far, may aswell go another mile, right?

He ends up coaxing you overtime to come to his room, and slowly stops you from curling around him, or begging him for forgiveness.

He has to keep the majority of his brothers away, which is no problem, since he’s an otaku.

You finally ease up to him overtime, and feel a bit more comfortable, enough to speak in full sentences around him. He finds it as a sort of progress, and each time you end up bleeding or hurting yourself, he applies medicine and helps you calm your nerves.

He swears to summon Lotan on your parents, though.

Satan

He could easily tell something was up with you. Just not to that extent. You wore oversized clothes, never held out your handing, constantly pulling on your sleeves, and didn’t look people in the eye.

He was slightly concerned though after an incident in class. The teacher called on you and you barely whispered out the answer, and even got it wrong. You were crying and sniffling to yourself, and as he was seated behind you he could hear it.

He figured out pretty easily that you were afraid of public speaking, and couldn’t handle interaction really well. He decided to read up on a few human books, because he actually pitied you. You looked like you desperately wanted to speak, but at the same time just couldn’t.

He was finally going to approach you when he saw you behind the house, playing with a cat. You had your sleeves pulled up, and there were many cut marks covering your arm.

When the cat scratched you, you jolted back a bit and proceeded to bite your fingernails, muttering to yourself. Walking closer, he could hear you insulting yourself and saying how even an animal couldn’t like a creature like you.

He watched as you ripped the fingernail out with your teeth, and proceeded to scratch at your neck. He was shocked for a moment before pulling your hand from your neck.

This was much more serious than he initially thought. Here you were muttering nonsense to yourself, and harming yourself, he gets that you have anxiety, but why are you going to this extent to cope?

You freaked out when he grabbed you and thrashed about and started to breathe heavily. He tried to slowly calm you, and tried to show he wasn’t an enemy by telling you to wait there while he gets some bandages.

It takes a long time for you to get used to him, probably months, but he sticks by with you trying to make sure your anxiety doesn’t spike, or that you at least stop cutting yourself.

Asmodeous

He screeched when he saw you.

You were littered in scars. Bandages everywhere. Blood coming down from your thigh. You even had an eyepatch. You were grinning with a knife in hand and walked across the living room, and casually sat down.

You ignored his remarks on you, and began to watch your bodily fluids seep. Asmo was unsure how to react. Did you, do that, to yourself? But how would a small human like you be able to do that to yourself and why would you?

He was scared of you at first, from how easily you swung the knife and other forks or needles, but finally convinced you to come to his room. You figured he would bring you some sort of pain or humiliate you since he’s so beautiful, so you came.

You were wrong.

He forces you to discard your weapons and treats you nicely. It baffles you, as he puts lotion, and medicine on your wounds.

You hissed from initial contact and try to run, but he’s pining you down and forcing you to take care of yourself.

He doesn’t know how you did it, or why, but he is going to fix you. Your body had so many knife marks that it didn’t even look human! How could you do that.

He was angry and determined to fix you, and got to work for three hours despite your struggle. When he was finally done, he gasped. Now that he’s managed to comb your ragged hair, change your clothes, and rub your wounds, you actually look really good.

You were annoyed, you wanted to rip it all off. This wasnt exhilirating, only humiliation was.

He yelled at you when you touched your hair, and began to treat you everyday despite your endless attempts of running away.

He confiscated all your sharp objects, even the knife you hid in a teddy bear, and began to slowly work on making you feel better.

Although you were begrudgingly doing it, it felt nice. To gain the attention of someone around you for once, and not because you were covered in blood.

Beelzebub

You and Beel got along pretty well, but you had a dirty secret. You would cut yourself as a coping mechanism, each time you were stressed or felt worthless.

One day however, you took it too far. You cut much more deeper on accident, being startled when you heard a loud thud downstairs, and slit.

You were freaking out, you had never cut so deep, and there was so much blood. You tried applying paper towels upon paper towels, holding it to a towel, washing it, but there was no end.

You started crying and panicking, because you didn’t actually want to die. You just wanted to cut a bit, not actually die from it.

You could only think of turning to someone for help, but you had no clue who other than Beel. You never wanted to show him or tell him that you cut yourself, but you were so worried about being found dead in your bathroom that you ran to him as fast as you could.

You ran to his room, albeit it was actually like a speed walk as you were trying to hold your arm. You banged loudly and when Beel opened the door, he saw you crying and clutching your hand covered in blood.

He immediately got protective and thought someone had done this to you, but first had to calm you down. He brought you in and disinfected the wound, and started to put a gauze on your wrist. He then wrapped some bandages around semi-tightly, and got you some snacks.

He was about to ask you what happened, but you confessed it to him out of fear. You told him about how you cut- and how you took it too far. You didn’t intend to cut so deep, and you were so so scared.

You were slightly hysterical and he had to calm you. He took it in slightly concerned, but didn’t think it was right to yell at you. You seemed to deeply regret it and seemed to be so scared yourself.

He proceeded to take all your knives and weapons, and spent even more time with you. He would never let you cut around him, and if you did, he would immediately cuddle you and refuse to allow you to harm yourself again.

He felt really sad he didn’t notice sooner, but was slightly happy you came to him first and are slowly recovering with his help.

Belphegor

The first time you died you didn’t even attempt to dodge him, you just accepted your fate. Too bad you weren’t actually dead, you thought.

After the whole ordeal, Belphie apologises to you and you were just so nonchalant saying you didn’t mind, and you already have a bunch of wounds so one more wouldn’t hurt.

He sees you lifting your shirt up to show him your cut marks, and he’s just like ??? Is there something wrong with you. He feels bad for trying to kill you now.

You weren’t supposed to accept death, right? Humans are beyond strange. He knows he doesn’t have the right to tell you not to hurt yourself when he literally just tried to kill you, but he wasn’t going to just let you die. Again.

He’s very awkward approaching it. On one hand he doesn’t know you, and on the other he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. And why aren’t any of his brothers saying anything?

His brothers are casual about it too at this point, because they can’t stop you. Even when they try, you still go back to your old habits. Slightly pisses him off.

He pulls you into his arms when he goes to sleep, and makes sure you don’t have access to your weapons. He holds you just tight enough so you can’t escape him to do who knows what.

You progressively start to lose interest in harming yourself. You only did it for the feeling, and out of habit, but Belphie is constantly sleeping and dragging you into bed with him, so you’re unable to do it.

He will never directly admit that he wanted to stop you from cutting, though. Still upset at himself for trying to kill you.

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Lmao okay :D Wel,l how about some fluffy stargazing with either Diavolo or Lucifer? Your pick :3

Guess who wrote this in one sitting, promised to return in the morning to edit it, and completely forgot about it existing for WEEKS?

OM:SWD Lucifer x reader - Spare a Moment or Two

Words: 1013

A/N: Do you have any idea how hard it was to choose between Diavolo and Lucifer, Anon? DO YOU? Now I feel bad because sweet lonely Diavolo wasn’t invited to stargaze :( Anyway this is probably very OOC because I only just got to lesson 24, but I like the idea that Luci would take pride in being a very caring and attentive partner even if he is a workaholic. Also this has wild levels of self-indulgence. Anyway, enjoy!

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About two hours after dinner, I find Lucifer hunched over his desk surrounded by piles of paperwork, not an unusual sight of course. He has been working most of the day, only taking time for meals, and at this rate he probably will not even leave his desk to sleep.

I suggest that he take a break, maybe spend some time with me. Apparently, you can witness a miracle in hell – or, rather, the Devildom – because instead of dismissing the idea immediately, he asks, “What did you have in mind?” (Usually, it takes at least five separate arguments about how he will work more efficiently after a break to convince the prideful bastard.)

“I don’t know, really,” I answer, “I just haven’t seen you as much lately, you’ve been so busy.”

Lucifer sighs, “Yes, I really don’t have the time to do much else.”

And there it is. I do not particularly have the energy to argue with him tonight, not when he can be so stubborn. “It’s fine, Luci. I’ll just go see what Asmo’s up to. Maybe we can do mani-pedis or something.”

And here I thought Levi was supposed to be the jealous one. He stands swiftly from the desk and joins me at the doorway. “No need, I’m at a decent stopping point.”

He takes my hand in his and presses a kiss to my cheek. “I doubt either of us are up to going out tonight, especially with class tomorrow, so how about a night in?”

I smile. “That sounds great.”

He pulls me along down the halls of the House of Lamentation, and to be perfectly honest, I do not suspect anything until we come to the planetarium. He holds open the door, gesturing with his hand for me to enter first. When I enter, I see that the floor has been decked out with pillows and blankets as if for an extremely comfortable picnic. The lights are out, and a few candles sit toward the edge of the room, leaving most of the room illuminated by the starlight streaming through the skylight. There is even a picnic basket yet to be inspected, though, given how recently we had dinner, I hope it has dessert items.

I spin on my heels to see Lucifer grinning like the cat that caught the canary. “You’re very predictable, my love. You usually come looking for me sometime after dinner to make sure I’m taking care of myself, and I knew that if I spent today working, you would insist that I take some time off, thus making you think it was all your idea and never once suspecting I would have something up my sleeve.”

I walk around the perimeter of the room, admiring the romantic atmosphere he put together. “When did you even put this together when you’ve been working all day?”

Lucifer hugs me from behind. “I cannot go revealing all my tricks, or else I may not get the pleasure of surprising you like this again.” He kisses my shoulder, and I melt into his embrace. He guides me to the picnic set up, seating me on a mound of pillows as he unpacks the basket. There are a few treats from both the devildom and the human world inside, along with a bottle of demonus. We indulge together, Lucifer even going so far as to feed me a morsel or two from his hands, which makes me laugh too hard to take a bite. It is such a cliché, the drinks, the candles. He even got chocolate covered strawberries.

“What is wrong with a classic romantic gesture?” he asks, incredulous at my giggles.

“There’s nothing wrong with it! I think it’s cute!” I explain, “You’re so old-fashioned sometimes, with your suit and tie and your vinyl records. It’s all very on-brand for you.”

When he kisses me, I suspect it is half just to get me to stop teasing him about his grandpa-style courtship. I certainly don’t mind.

While we kiss, he guides me to lay back on the mound of pillows to make proper use of the planetarium for stargazing. Lucifer blows out the candles so that we can see the stars even clearer. We curl up together and he points out constellations for me. “It was one of the first things I learned for myself, just out of curiosity, after the fall,” he tells me, “what all the constellations were. I found it comforting that all creatures, from angels to humans to demons, found some sort of pattern in such randomness. I have never really understood why it is such a common behavior, but I found solace in it nonetheless.”

“I suppose even the most powerful beings are not fully in control, and we all want to look for meaning in our actions, our struggles,” I respond, snuggling into him more for both warmth and to comfort him, even if he would never admit to wanting such comfort.

“That is… very insightful, and one of the reasons I find you so interesting I suppose.”

He continues sharing stories about the constellations until my eyelids begin to droop. He wakes me up with a peck to my forehead, and, upon my sleepy protestations, begrudgingly scoops me up in his arms. Thank goodness for supernatural demon strength. “Do not think that you can get away with this on a regular basis,” he lectures, “You should go to bed before you get so tired. I am just doing this because this was a special date night for us.”

I nod along, barely paying attention to his lecture, and kiss him on the cheek. He continues as if unaffected, but I can see the red tint to his face.

I almost do not want to let him go when we get to my room, but the moment he lays me in bed I am ready to sleep. “Next time, I’m going to surprise you, Luci,” I say.

“I’d like to see you try to get the drop on me,” he counters with a chuckle. “Sleep well, my love.”

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Can you please do a headcanon for Satan, Mammon& Lucifer for when their s/o gets drunk & starts crying &gets emotional(i usually don't show my true feelings & I only do so when I'm drunk I get emotional af I feel like I'm worthless & a burden to my mom as she gave up her entire life in raising me & well highschool & my best friend depression)it got dark real quick lol sorry about that)so I was wondering how the brothers would react it's fine if you don't want to do it thank you 😊have a nice day

AN: Feel better soon Nonny! You’re a whole person on your own and the people who are supporting you have made the decision to do so, rather than giving in to guilt, it might help to focus on being grateful for the choices they’ve made for you - you’re absolutely worth it :O Be safe, and I hope you find a safer coping mechanism!!

TW: Mentions of alcohol / unhealthy relationships with drinking, etc.

Reactions to an Emotional Drunk MC

Scenario: Satan, Mammon, Lucifer, and the MC are all in the human realm and are relaxing in a bar with some drinks.

Lucifer

- Lucifer is the one who shuts it down.

- He was feeling quite settled, and so had decided not to be so on top of everyone. It was up to you, Mammon, and Satan to make good decisions and take care of yourselves. He’d still be there, and he was still watching, but he also wanted to relax a little before he had to return back to the Devildom and start catching up on the work he’d missed out on.

- He was keeping an eye on you, in particular - you seemed to be uncomfortable but he wasn’t putting the pieces together properly until you’d downed yet another glass of something or other, some human liquor he couldn’t make out by colour alone, and then plopped down in the seat beside him.

- You seemed alright for a few moments, maybe a bit out of it, and his gaze flickered across the room again away from you until he heard a sniffle. He looks at you again, suddenly on edge. His hand is on your chin in seconds, tilting your head up towards him so that he could see your face better. Tears openly flow down your cheeks, and his heart skips a beat.

- He starts asking questions immediately, not letting go of your chin unless you grab his wrist or try to brush his hand away. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He bristles out of no where, leaning in closer. “Did someone do something?”

- You rub at your eyes and just start gushing, and he’s at a loss for words as he listens to everything. You see his eyebrows furrow any time you say something negative about yourself, Lucifer’s shoulders still up and with him still leaning his entire body towards you, fully focused. He processes everything and, before you can continue putting yourself down, he gives you a sharp glare.

- It’s not that he doesn’t care, but he doesn’t see the point in this - he’d listen to you talk, listen to you get out everything you needed to, but this seemed counter-intuitive if you were going to spend the entire time putting yourself down. He sighs and pulls off his cloak, settling it around your shoulders before sitting slightly closer, looking out over the room as he talks.

- His words aren’t reassuring as such, full of concern masked in self-confidence. He tells you that you surely couldn’t be so bad; you were doing well amongst all the demons, you were resisting fairly well, within days you had half his brothers in your hands and under your control which meant you were either very smart, or stupidly caring. You’d made strides no one else could have. He levels you with a stare again. “I have no reason to lie,” he informs you, “and no reason to inform you of your own worth if I felt you didn’t have any.” The smallest smile forms on his face as he tells you, “You’ve proved yourself useful for me and Lord Diavolo, at least.”

- He watches you curl up in his coat and take in everything he’s said, and his chest hurts for a split second - humans really were so small and fragile. And yet you’d held strong until now, and even this wasn’t enough of a weakness to diminish your worth. He sighs again, excuses himself to fetch you both a glass of water - he’d let you cry it out, now, but you needed to be hydrated for that at least.

- When you’re sober and back home, he regularly checks up on you. He subtly asks about your mood and how you feel you’re doing, compliments you randomly, and if you’re drinking, he’s by your side so that you at the very least have someone to correct you if you start spiraling.

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Mammon

- Mammon is the one who gives emotional comfort.

- He was having fun, the human alcohol relaxing him just enough that he could exist with ease whilst still functioning. At the same time, he was keeping a close eye on you, and would regularly circle back to see where you were - you wouldn’t be alone for even a second unless you forcibly asked him to leave you be, with Mammon ensuring that at least one of the brothers was with you at all times.

- Satan had wandered off somewhere after someone bumped into him and made him spill his drink, and Mammon sees you standing alone staring into your glass. He heads over in your direction, cursing under his breath as he watches people walk past and look you over. His anger fades when he gets to you and puts a hand on your shoulder and you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

- You barely have time to react to his presence before he’s pulling you across the room to find somewhere quiet, and then he holds you by your shoulders, watching you carefully as he asks what’s wrong, what happened, did someone make you uncomfortable? He waits patiently for an answer, although you can see him getting more and more concerned and frustrated as he tries to figure out what the hell he’s supposed to do if you don’t tell him anything.

- You start talking, venting about this and that and he wraps you up in his arms. You pause for a second before he tells you to let it all out, say whatever you need to. He’s here. He listens, tearing up at times as well and trying to subtly wipe it away. Had you been hurting like this all this time, or was this entirely because of the alcohol, or a mix of the two?

- His grip on you is tight up until your sobs turn to sniffles, and then he pulls back and asks if there’s anything you need right now - if you want to, he’ll go get Lucifer and Satan and you can all go home? He has this one thing he’s been wanting to watch but he doesn’t want to be alone for it, you two could totally have a movie night and get popcorn and such and just relax, if that would help?

- When you’re done, he wipes your face with his sleeve and tells you that you should come to him in future, any time you need to. He’s your first demon, after all - you should feel the need to come to him anyway, without being asked. Despite his fake-confident attitude, he reinforces what he’s said by checking up on you when you’re back in the Devildom, and oftentimes if he knows you’re going to be alone he’ll invite you out to whatever he’s doing so you don’t have too much time to think. It helps him cope, and he hopes it’ll help you too.

Satan

- Satan is the one who listens, who debates.

- He’d known it was coming beforehand. There were signs, little anxieties that you just couldn’t hide forever, especially not from him. He keeps an eye on you the entire time the two of you are in the human realm, curious as to how you’ll react to being ‘home’ and if it’ll make you want to leave them so you can stay here. He’d been nervous somewhere deep down, too, and it kept him observing you even when he was supposed to be relaxing.

- The second you start to get emotional, he’s by your side, inviting you to come over and sit with him. He levels anyone near you with a glare, and the two of you end up in a relatively peaceful and quiet area because everyone else can sense the aura he’s giving off to keep them all away.

- His questions are sharp but not hurtful, and he chips away at whatever resistance you still have that keeps you bottling everything up until you finally break and spill out what you’re thinking about, tears pouring out alongside your harsh words. It takes him by surprise, but he shifts until he’s facing you and watches you closely as you speak.

- Satan tries not to interrupt, but every now and then he can’t help himself. “Why do you think that?” “Is there a reason for this?” etc. He doesn’t exactly parrot back what you’re saying, but you can tell he’s listening intently because he uses everything you’ve told him in his responses. His questions turn more into “but don’t you think...” and “I don’t quite see it that way myself.” It’s a debate, but a lighthearted one, and he’s being careful as he speaks.

- He’s clever. He knows what points to chip away at, to pick on so that you open up and tell him more about your concerns. Part of it is a morbid curiosity - he likes to observe people, to know what makes them tick, and now he has easy access to some of that with you. Mostly, though, he’s concerned. He’d grown to care about you and now that you were unloading all your anxieties he realises he clearly hadn’t been watching close enough, if you’d been feeling like this the entire time. Sometimes, when he’s upset, he wonders what it would be like to just tell someone every little thing, and by pressing on and on he knows he’ll be able to help you let it out.

- Once you’ve let everything out and you stop crying, he stops asking questions, stops prodding away at your thoughts. You’d been able to let out everything you needed to, been able to break whilst having support there, even if he hadn’t directly said anything to make you feel better. He was careful enough that what he said at least wouldn’t make you feel worse, and now it was all out there for him to think over in future and for the two of you to work on.

- That’s what he does. Satan takes everything you’ve told him and, when you’re back in the Devildom, he works to build up your confidence and to make you happier. The second you think you’re not all that useful, he’s rambling about how, remember that one time, where you did this and that? And how you act a certain way at times, and how your eyes light up when you help others, and so on? He can give exact examples to refute every point you’ve made, he’s been watching closely and memorising them all. You might not feel better right away, but he plans to work away at it slowly so that the negativity doesn’t have any ground left to stand on by the time he’s done.

AN: I hope this is okay!! Be safe, all of you <3

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Eve’s Inferno - Rukiyui oneshot

Dante's Inferno AU. Eve has searched almost every circle of Hell, leaving just one left. In order to find Adam, she must face the one responsible for their banishment from Eden. But the Devil is used to whispering sweet nothings, and Ruki has succeeded in getting under her skin once before. Rukiyui oneshot.

AN: Made for the Diabolik Lovers Zine @diabolikloverszine​ and published with permission since the sales have closed. I had this idea a long time ago, due to Ruki often being associated with Lucifer in the games. Hope you enjoy!

Rated T

3,000 words (also posted on Ao3)

Eve's Inferno

Disembarking from the small boat, a young woman kept her hand in the ferryman's as he assisted her down. He smiled gently with ashen lips and doleful eyes, nodding to a set of double doors awaiting her.

Thanking him, she offered coins for the ride but was met with a quiet decline. He soon pushed off the dead earth, slinking back up the dark, murky waters of the cavern's river.

The grey doors had vast, intricate carvings of desperate people rising out of it, frozen mid-air, arms outstretched and clawing as though trying to escape. She wondered if they were real human souls, trapped as such a mundane part of the underworld. Taking a breath, she set her shoulders and reached out. The doors opened easily under her hesitant touch.

The woman didn't know what to expect behind them. Perhaps fire and brimstone, the dead or dying, tortured continuously and screams ringing out. But the vast, open space looked empty. There were no cries of pain, blissfully silent. A large cave awaited her, walls dark and jagged with obsidian rock. At her feet lay a cool, frozen lake, solid enough for her to stand on as it took up the entirety of the floor, spreading wide. Curling, misty air didn't chill her bones or make breath visible, instead feeling a little heady.

She steeled herself, walking forwards. In all the domain only a single thing truly held her gaze, that of a lone white tree standing on a small island. The shock of white and green was impossible to ignore.

With careful steps, she crossed the lonely, silent space. Walking onto the island, fresh grass crunched beneath her feet- soon coming to a stop. Breath catching, wide eyes took in the sight of a man with familiar dark hair reclined against the tree. He held a book, pale fingers gripping its spine.

She could not place how she felt, standing there, watching him calmly read. Soft, blue-grey eyes looked as disarming as she remembered when they flicked up to her. But they could sharpen. That tempting mouth could praise and charm one moment and then damn her the next.

"Good to see you, Yui."

"Hello Ruki," she murmured, folding her hands before her skirts. Swallowing, she babbled; "I didn't pay the ferryman, I hope that's alright."

"Azusa can be overly generous, it hardly matters," he dismissed, shifting long legs. "What can I do for you?"

Yui's fingers twisted into her sleeve. The casualness of his question belied Ruki's penchant for manipulation. If she weren't careful, she'd make a mistake, just like their last meeting all those years ago in Eden.

So, raising her head, she set thin shoulders. "I'm here for Adam," her tone was firm and final.

No surprise flickered in his expression, attention returning to his book as though bored.

"I-if you can't give him to me, then I'd like to know where he is. I've been looking for him in the other eight circles for-"

"Centuries, I know."

Annoyance flared, "if you knew, why didn't you meet with me? The other princes weren't very..." she trailed off, curbing her tongue for the sake of diplomacy, "helpful."

A deceptively pleasant chuckle rang out. "Do you expect the ruler of a domain to heed every whim from their subjects? Especially subjects of hell?" Cruel lips curved as he shifted, setting the book down before standing. "Besides, most people when searching for someone will give a description."

Yui held her ground when he approached, heart thundering- drumming wildly in her ears. "You know what he looks like."

"But you don't."

The dark-haired young man, despite his handsome features, did not possess a presence that stood out or screamed malice. When compared with the other princes, his appearance wasn't as eye-catching, attitude not as loud or attention-grabbing. In a crowd, your gaze would likely pass over him. Despite this, when he stepped closer, Yui felt a pressure in the air. A type of sticky humidity that heralded storms. Those eyes, so calm and cold, implored her to confess her sins and sink to her knees. He'd treat her like a pet. A well-fed, maybe even cared for pet, but a pet nonetheless.

"P-please don't toy with me," she murmured. "You probably removed my memories of his face and voice, but I remember Eden. You won't keep us apart."

Ruki reached for her, brushing a shock of cold knuckles against her cheek. Yui congratulated herself for not flinching despite the rush of feeling that attacked her. Compared to the second circle of Lust, with prince Laito's thoughtless, grabby hands, this was nothing. And yet... such a small touch demanded her attention, skin pricking.

"Of course you'd assume I did that. Doesn't it occur to you that he put you here and dictated your punishment?" Hot breath fanned over her mouth, and something tightened in Yui's lower stomach. Lulled by the stroke of his fingers gliding from chin to ear, Yui rocked back on her heels to try to clear her head.

That touch changed- locking into blonde hair and grasping tight to prevent escape. Yui stilled with a gasp, gritting her teeth.

"You're afraid," he purred.

"N-no," she thought for a moment and admitted; "not of what you can do to me. Just of my memories fading."

She'd seen what that did to souls. Lost, wandering figures mourning their own condition. They couldn't even remember their own names.

That touch turned gentle and soothing again, but she didn't trust it not to turn into violence at a second's notice. "Why do you care so much about finding him?"

"B-because I love him?" Wasn't that a question with an obvious answer? She'd literally been created from a rib to be Adam's other half.

"You can't love someone you don't remember. Someone you don't know. You'd trust a stranger like that?" Devastatingly beautiful eyes shifted over her pale expression, his pupils slightly slit. Ruki leaned closer, lips ghosting over the delicate shell of her ear. This time she was unable to suppress a shiver. "You should give yourself over to your Master's hands instead... I wouldn't treat my Livestock poorly."

Something hot churned in her stomach. "You're not my Master and I'm not cattle."

A low chuckle resounded in her ear, firm fingers gliding down her spine. "I seem to remember us having a conversation similar to this a long time ago. Do you recall?"

Yui squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push back the memory. It flooded through the gaps between her fingers like water. She could suddenly smell thick, choking scents of roses, feel lush grass and flowers brushing at bare legs. Lashes reluctantly opened, and her breath hitched.

The lake and lone tree were nowhere in sight. Ruki had vanished. Instead, she found herself wandering through the achingly familiar gardens of Eden. Birds sang to each other in twisting trees, lions and other predators lazed around, heedless of her or other prey. Yui felt her skin prick from a faint chill in the air, glancing down to find herself naked.

It was all exactly as she remembered. She'd become Eve again, lost in those painful memories that had haunted her for centuries. Only... she still couldn't remember Adam.

---

Rounding a large flower bed, Eve lay eyes on a single tree, separated from all other greenery. It bore fruit, red apples catching the sun in such a way that salvia filled her mouth at the mere thought of tasting them.

"You can have one if you like."

Eve's gaze slid down the apple tree's truck to find a man leaning against it. No, not a man.

An angel.

She frowned, making no move to cover herself as she approached.

"But I was told not to."

The dark-haired angel smiled, and she felt no reason to be afraid. "Why do you obey blindly?"

"I don't know."

Some frustration marred his handsome face. He gestured to a small pond not too far away, "go look into the water."

The woman did so because she'd been told to, and it didn't cross her mind to resist. Kneeling at the water's edge, blonde hair slid forward and Eve's breath hitched at the sight of her own reflection. Her eyes struggled to take in the image, a stunned hand raising to touch her reddening cheek.

'That's me...'

Complicated thoughts blazed to life in her mind where none had been before. Wonder, perception, a briefly vain absorption in her own existence having palpable proof before her eyes. What a gentle and pretty face. She loved it simply because it was her own, something that only she owned. Eve was at once changed. No longer an extension of Adam, she felt like a person.

The angel knelt not too far away. "I'll ask again; why do you obey blindly?"

"Well because..." she trailed off, swallowing. "I suppose I was created after Adam so I should behave in order to show my gratitude?"

"You act like a Livestock that's been reared and bred in a shelter. That doesn't sound like honest loyalty to me."

"No, I- maybe it isn't, " her arms moved to hug herself, wondering why she felt a little cold. Maybe it was the strange, isolated feeling his question awakened in her. "What is... honest loyalty?"

His eyes sharpened, tone becoming firm. "It's when you can be certain the one you've put faith in can care for you. In turn, you support them, like they're a worthy Master."

Eve picked at soft green grass, mulling this over. "Sounds as though you have experience with it."

"Mn, though lately, I've been feeling dissatisfied."

She got the sense that he wouldn't be saying anything more. "I feel... different. Like I'm not the same Eve as a moment ago."

Her companion shifted to stand, some white feathers from exquisite wings falling to land on the water's surface. She watched them float and twirl slowly with fascination.

"If you're someone else, you could always give yourself a new name," he casually suggested.

"Give... myself?" Eve chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. A name came out of nowhere. No one suggested it, so at once, she felt slightly giddy and pleased with her hushed murmur of: "...Yui."

Blue-grey eyes shifted. A pale hand rested on his chest as he bowed slightly. "Yui. Well met."

"Well met," she blushed, glancing at the funny material wrapped around his body curiously. "What's your name?"

"I was given the name Lucifer."

Yui tilted her head, sending lush falls of blonde over one shoulder. "Oh, did you change yours too?"

"Yes. I chose the name Ruki instead."

Her hands curled in her hair, testing out the new name on her tongue. "Ru...ki."

Ruki stiffened slightly, attention weighed upon her like a heavy, palpable thing with substance and form. She felt her cheeks flush, remembering the reflection of herself in the water. For the first time, she wondered what he might be thinking. What an angel's own perception of her was like.

"Mn... there's no need to get caught up with trivial things," he cleared his throat, walking towards the tree again.

"I wanted to ask about those things draping over your body," Yui chirped, following.

"My clothes? More trivial talk," he sighed, not particularly annoyed, however. Ruki stopped by the truck and rested a hand upon it, "you can have clothes too if you desire."

"I can?" So many new things were being offered to her today! She felt as though discovery was perhaps the single most wonderful thing to experience. She hungered for more- like the reflection and her new name. "Yes. I'd like that!"

He made a gesture, twisting his wrist in the air- and at once those strange, wondrous threads were wrapped around her, covering her shoulders but clinging around her chest and then falling down to her feet like a waterfall. Yui touched the material, finding it soft. She giggled, looking at him. "Thank you," she said breathlessly.

Ruki nodded, face unreadable. He then gestured to the fruit hanging above them. "You can still take one of these if you wanted."

At this, she hesitated, stopping by his side. "I... I'm not sure..."

"Did we not establish that you don't have to give your loyalty to someone who hasn't earned it?" His pleasant voice remained patient. A cool hand, chilled to the touch, met the base of her spine. The woman stilled, feeling that palm drag up her back, before curling in her hair. He seemed at once too close and yet not near enough.

"Maybe if I... take a bite, I can explain that I was just discovering new things? I'll know what it's like and won't be tempted anymore," she murmured.

Strong fingers tightened, stroking the back of her neck. "What an interesting word to use. Yes, I suppose you won't be tempted. You'll have had experience, and no one should punish you for that."

She agreed and reached up of her own volition, grasping a red fruit and yanking to break it free. She then sank blunt teeth into the apple, making a noise as juices overflowed in her mouth. Ruki's slit gaze dilated.

"It tastes wonderful!" She smiled, offering him some. The angel refused, taking a few steps back.

"I'm happy for you, but I should really be going now."

"Oh," Yui wilted, not even noticing the darkening, angry clouds above. "A-alright, I'll see you later! I should go share this with Adam."

"Yes..."

---

Blinking, Yui shook herself. Like an after-image, Ruki and the gardens changed. They melted away, revealing the lonesome lake once more. Ruki stood without his wings, having lost them in the fall. She could remember hearing about his uprising, his sins. They were far worse and more numerous than her own, and yet there they stood, together in the last layer of Hell. Two traitors.

"You didn't need to show me that," Yui murmured. "I do still remember. Please, please just tell me where Adam is."

Ruki looked almost deceptively kind for a moment, features softening. "They forgave Adam. He has been accepted into Heaven and left you behind, Eve."

Her knees threatened to buckle, lungs constricting. No, no, she needed to calm down. Of course he'd lie. "The truth, please," she gritted out.

Strong hands caught her slim waist as she moved back, starting violently at his touch and proximity. "I am not lying, Livestock."

"How can you expect me to believe you?" tears pricked her eyes.

"I understand-" he hissed, gathering Yui's thin, shivering body closer and curling around her. "I'm the snake that tempted Eve. You don't trust me and see me as nothing but an unworthy Master- but there's a place for you, here Eve." The smoke of a smile lingered on his lips, unseen by her, but she could hear it, feel it in his voice. "Here, by my side. We're a lot alike, cast out for our sins. All we did was utilise our free will. I'm not like him..." Ruki quietly purrs. "I won't shut you out no matter how much you sin."

Tears leaked down her cheeks as Yui raised her head, finding his lips much closer than anticipated. "Just give me your loyalty."

Trembling, the sensation of his mouth pressing against hers stole her breath. Shame rose to mingle with the glow he elicited within her chest, feeling herself considering, wondering if perhaps- just maybe... he genuinely cared for her.

'What is...honest loyalty?'

Yui's fingers curled in his clothes.

'It's when you can be certain the one you've put faith in can care for you. In turn, you support them, like they're...a worthy Master.'

Two hands shot out, shoving against his chest. 

Ruki grunted, eyes flashing. "Yui-"

"No! I-if it is true, then I-I'm happy for him!" Yui yelled. "Adam deserves to be free, but I won't ever give you my loyalty. I won't be your Livestock," she turned, hurrying away.

"Yui!" Ruki snarled, something hard leaking into his voice.

She stepped off the island, landing upon the lake a second before his hand met a barrier. Yui blinked, noting that he couldn't seem to set foot off the island, unable to leave the tree where he'd helped her commit the first sin of man. It seemed someone up in Heaven had a sense of humour.

Her blonde hair bounced as she jogged away, having no idea where to go. Anywhere was better than with him.

"You can't leave," came his quiet voice. "We'll keep going over this. We'll keep doing it, as many times as it takes for you to say yes."

Yui ignored him, reaching out to touch the large grey doors- only to hear a quiet snap of fingers behind her.

---

Sitting up, she stifled a yawn.

"We're here, miss."

Disembarking from the small boat, the woman kept her hand in the ferryman's as he assisted her down. She tried to give him coins, but he declined, continuing on his way. Approaching some large, imposing grey doors, she noted they had vast, intricate carvings of people rising out of them. Taking a breath, she pushed them open, stepping into the quiet space.

Awaiting her, marooned on a single island within the lake, the Devil watched as Eve approached.

#ruki mukami #Diabolik lovers #dialovers #rukiyui #yui komori #diahell

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Let him go, pt.2

Summary: When Nick decided to keep Y/N out of the loop regarding Lucifer Morningstar, he never imagined one of his worst fears would come to life - to lose her.

Warnings: ANGST

Word count: 2.2k

Part 1

“I can go in there.” I spoke up, annoyed sitting on the sidelines and being kept out of the loop. If Nick had anything to do with it, I’d have ended up either dead or in the church with the rest of them. I was lucky not to be at the Academy when the hunters came, even luckier I had found a pastime with a riveting Summoning and Bounding literature masterpieces.

“No. Not gonna happen.” Nick waved me off, not bothering to spare me a glance and I scoff.

“Why not?” Harvey raised an eyebrow, eyeing me with interest. He definitely had questions.

“Yeah…Why not?” Folding my arms across my chest, I tilt my head to the right ever so slightly with the faintest, coldest smile I could muster.

“Because I don’t want you there.” Nick’s lips press together and I roll my eyes, but Sabrina was faster than me with her reply.

“I’ll go. I was baptized with holy water, remember?” She smirked, shrugging my way.

“So was I.” I raise my hand, stating it a bit too bitterly. Jealousy isn’t easy, especially not when it’s between two women who greatly respect each other.

“I am half angel. I reckon I have a good chance to stop them.” Yet my mouth keeps moving as if I want to say YOU’RE NOT THAT SPECIAL SPELLMAN, but I don’t say it. I don’t, but I can sense someone’s in my mind, probing for answers. Usually I’d assume it’s the Weird sisters, but this is Ambrose. I just know it.

“NO. They despise nephillims more than witches!” Nick raises his voice, turning to me with a hostile look in his usually loving eyes. The hostility doesn’t come from anger or hate, it’s not animosity, rather worry. It’s fear. “I will.” Sabrina repeats with a sigh, glancing between Nick and me. His eyes remain on me, lips pursing as the eye contact breaks and I finally feel like I can breathe. “You’re not seriously gonna let her go alone, are you? It’s a suicide mission.” Harvey’s eyes wander to me, pleading. He wants me to go, especially after he heard of my roots – a half witch is usually less than impressive, but a half angel with witch blood is unseen. Well…until I appeared. “You don’t seriously think I tell her what to do, do you?” Nick smirks, shrugging it off. He watched them leave, his back turned to me and I felt uncomfortable for the first time since I’ve met him. Nick had let his girlfriend go, yet asked me to stay.

“I couldn’t…I can’t risk you. You’re all I have in this wretched life and if something happened to you, I don’t think I’d survive it.”  

His words aimed for my heart and I flinch with the sheer intensity of the truth hidden within each, emotional syllable. It was the first time he had made me feel as if I matter since Sabrina came along. I felt loved. I felt needed.

It didn’t last.

A week later he and I parted ways.

Nick stayed true to his word, giving me space to breathe and he had his hands full with the new Sabrina and her wish to convert the coven into a church per her father’s view. She wanted to make a difference and while I agreed with some of the teaching, I didn’t fall prey to her charm. Something didn’t feel right and while I was expertly kept out of the loop, I had time to realize how much of my life revolved around Nick.

What little I had left of him felt as if it never existed.

I can’t lie and say he didn’t reach out a few times. It wasn’t a face to face talk, but I did get a few messages on my arm – a little secret we used to have. An enchanted pen to talk in class, when he was away for holidays. It was our way to always stay in contact and from what I’ve learned, he had given our secret away when he made the same pen and gave it to Sabrina. I was no longer our thing. It was just a thing.

“You really should be more careful with your thoughts.” Ambrose Spellman settles beside me, a small smile playing on his lips as if he isn’t here to reprimand me for the distasteful thoughts I’ve had about his cousin.

��Stop peering into my mind and you won’t be as insulted.” I shrug, turning my attention back to the book I’ve been studying. I have always been one of the best students at the Academy. I’d go as far as to claim I’m at the same level as Nick, if not better.

“You do realize Nick is miserable without you.” Ambrose leans on his elbow, smirking once he notices I closed my eyes. “He’s always talking about you. I’m genuinely concerned Sabrina will spell his mouth shut.” He chuckles, looking around as if to make sure we’re alone. “I mean, there’s an apocalypse happening and in an hour, yet he’s still only interested in threatening everyone not to tell you a single word about it.”

Snapping the book shut, I sit up straighter and turn to Ambrose. “What, in the name of Satan, are you talking about?!” The smallest of smiles appear on my lips, assumptions of it being a well-crafted lie making my heart remain steady. However, the smallest inkling of it being a truth thrashed my usually peaceful mind.

“Sabrina’s father, aka Satan, wants to make her his queen and from what I’ve realized, it is happening tonight and we made plans to trap the dark lord but I have a feeling it might not be as easy.” Ambrose pauses as he notices me pale and I’m sure I’m barely keeping a straight face at this point. “Everyone’s in it, but you. Even the mortals.” Ambrose leans back, having set the bait and he knows this will be the reason why I engage.

“We’ll be waiting. You might want to pop in for the coronation.” Ambrose raised both hands in mock surrender as if he didn’t just drop a major bomb my way. He made his way out of the library while I grabbed my bag and frantically searched for the pen.

CORONATION?!

No response.

NICK!!

No response. I know he sees it. I know he feels it. But if he knew me, he knew it would only provoke me. Just because we lost each other doesn’t mean I don’t love him – as a friend, as a woman. I need him, even if he doesn’t really need me back. He may think he does, but he doesn’t.

I am the one who needs his whispers and smiles. I’m the one who needs promises sweet as the touch of his hand. I was a slow dying flower, turning sour and untouchable when he found me. He saved me. And ever since then I’ve needed the darkness, the sweetness and even now I need the sadness and weakness coming from loving him. I need his voice to lull me to sleep, his fingers running through my hair, the tender touches that brought me peace.

I need him. It was dark enough, he saw me, he had me – he just didn’t want me. He made his choice and I know what that choice brings. He’ll do anything for Sabrina. It’s who he is, how he always wanted to love and he will risk everything.

At the end of the day, I’m the one who has nothing left to lose. He has everything to live for. I love him enough to let him go…to protect him while I do it.

With a snap of my fingers, a long, blood red dress wraps around my body. The lace weaves around my arms into long sleeves, the silk falling down to my feet. A slight chill runs down my spine as wind dances along my uncovered back and I smile – the dress is perfect. With a sigh, a spell the only earthly possession I care about onto my neck, the pendant with his initials resting just above my low-cut decollete.

“So you always have me close to you.” Nick smiles widely and my heart stops. He’s so beautiful. I wonder if he knows that he’s more than just a body though. He’s beautiful, inside and out. And he’s gifting me jewelry, something I’ve never had. How did he know?

Struggling to keep my tears in, I smile, looking down on the half a heart pendant. “I love it.”

I love you. I wanted to tell him. I did. I wanted him to know and to hell with it, but I couldn’t. To be so brave, to tell him what weighs on me is to risk losing him. He’d be uncomfortable around me if he didn’t feel it and I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever.

Instead of waiting for an invite, I followed the screams.

“Lanuae Magicae.”

Transporting myself into the ballroom wasn’t the plan, but I had to hurry. And I was right to.

“Well played, Spellman.” I hear Nick’s voice, instinctively looking for him and it seems as if he had felt me too as he turns to me, our eyes meeting. The surprise passing his features made my lips twitch, wanting to smile. It’s inevitable – Nick always makes me smile. But our reunion is cut short, the prison they tried to hold Satan in falling apart and I step back, looking to Nick in a panic, but he’s looking at her. He always is. “You try and try to defeat me. I am the Great Satan that no prison may contain!” Ignoring how handsome Lucifer is, I close my eyes and swallow thickly. Opening them again, I look at him and every time I look at him I know. I know he’s never going to be mine. But I can make sure he has his happy ending. “I can’t restrain him for long.” Sabrina warns and I take a step closer while Nick speaks. I always believed he’d be back to me – that we’d become more in time and we’d work out. We’d be the couple everyone envies – the power couple. I always wondered how he looks at me with so much love and tenderness but holds not romantic feelings. “There’s nothing stronger than an Acheron.” Nick exclaims, panic written on his face, fear rising in his eyes and clouding his judgment.

“Incorrect, Mr. Scratch. The mightiest prison is the first one, created by the False God. The human body. Flesh and bone. The strongest and most sacred bindings in nature.” Lilith explains, her own fear evident as she looks to Lucifer who was ready to kill everyone in the room. “It has to be me.” Sabrina says and I hear him scream “No” as he used to do for me. He doesn’t want to lose her. He can’t. He’d do anything for her and I’d do anything for him. “I’m the best binder and conjuror since Edward Spellman. If anyone can keep Him trapped, it’s me.” He exclaims, but I shake my head and look back at him only to see anything but certainty in his eyes. He feels like he must do it.

“No.” I step forth, determined – more than he is. “I am the best binder and conjuror.” Smiling, truthfully, I speak before he can interrupt me. “You love her. I love you. This is a testament to how much. Don’t forget me.” I plead, keeping my eyes on him as his lips quiver and shock paralyzes him. “Carne teneantur tenere tenebrasque.” I begin without so much as blinking. I don’t want to miss a single moment of the last time I will ever see him. Nick is trashing against someone. They’re holding him back. He’s muttering something and I can’t understand what, my focus must remain untouched. “Palatium, carcere…” And my mind darkens.

Gasping, I find myself on the sidelines, my body no longer mine to control as I leap toward Sabrina only for my eyes to close with Ambrose’s spell. “A sleeping spell. Well done.”

I think to myself, keeping an ear out to the outside. I can hear them, but it’s distant.

“You’ve made a big mistake, little nephillim.” Lucifer appears and I roll my eyes at him.

“Shh.” I point up, telling him to listen which only insults him.

“HOW DARE YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP?!”

“Gah, you’re annoying.” I groan, casting a spell to bind him but it doesn’t work.

“Really thought you’re in control? Think again, little one!”

“Shit!”

What I didn’t know is how they decided my fate after I’ve fallen. “What happens now?” Sabrina asks, watching Nick crying over Y/N’s body, calling for her, muttering spells like it would make a difference. “You won’t like it, I’m afraid.” Lilith frowns, a sincere look of compassion in the borrowed eyes of Mary Wardwell.

“You’re not touching her!” Nick growls, his eyes focusing on her pale face and dark red lips – his favorite lipstick from the past times she’d asked for his opinion. He always chooses maroon. He won’t be able to again.

“She’s not going to Hell with you. I will make an impenetrable room at the Academy.” Nick promised, his heart aching and breaking at the sight of his necklace resting on her chest. She wore it – even now.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” And that’s when Nick fell asleep too.

PART 3

#nick scratch #nick scratch x reader #nick scratch angst #chilling adventures of sabrina #nicholas scratch x reader #nicholas scratch angst #gavin leatherwood

[missserpentia-fae]

Take Care of Them

Warnings: Hmm..? If you’re touchy on religion, I’d advise you to not continue reading. Also when God is mentioned, I try not to put the word God in case I offend someone so most of the time it’s Him or Father unless I think I’m being repetitive

Also I know in real life, Uriel is female but for the sake of the story and to stay with the fact that it’s an otome game, most of the characters MC meets will be male.

Takes place after Lesson 18 but before Lesson 19

Pairings: Obey me boys x MC/Reader

Idea: God talking to MC in a dream or such about the brothers

Part 1 / 2 

Chapter 3

They opened their eyes and knew immediately that they were back in Purgatory. They turned around to see God but he was accompanied by someone else, an angel. MC stared at the other being in fascination and awe, taking in their appearance. The other divine being stood at 5’7 and was slender with cream skin. He had piercing pale pink eyes and his long, thick, pale red hair was tied into a high ponytail which seemed to be flowing behind him. He was clad in an ivory shirt with long wide sleeves and a pair of leggings, a pair of slipper shoes on his feet and a light brown medium-length jacket was draped on his shoulders. Two-giant glass like wings in the form of an eagle’s wings hung low against his back almost like it was attached to the middle of his back rather than at his shoulder blades.

Just gazing at the angel gave the human a strange sense of love and warmth that seemed much too different than the aura that He was giving off. MC approached the two, God smiling and welcoming the gaping human, “Hello, my child. It’s good to see you again.”

They nodded blankly, still staring in awe at the angel before He introduced the angel, “Let me introduce to you one of the seven Heavenly virtues.”

“Hello, dove.” The angel bowed, taking hold of the human’s hand and placing a kiss against the back of it. The human flushed beautifully as the angel introduced himself, a smile on his handsome face, “I am Uriel, the youngest virtue. I am the Symbol of Chastity.”

The angel straightened up and MC stared up at the angel, “So your counterpart is Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?” The human stated, the statement almost sounding like a question.

Uriel smiled, nodding, “That’s right. Asmodeus was the Symbol of Chastity before I become the Symbol. Ever since the Celestial War and Asmodeus fell, I was appointed.”

The human looked at Him who was just staring at them expectantly. “Do you hate Asmo?” They turned to the angel, their voice quiet almost like they were afraid to offend the angel, “You know, for falling?”

“Hate?” Uriel asked, tilting his head to the side as he thought it over before he shook his head, his pale red hair whipping out behind him from the movement, “Oh. I don’t. I could never hate any of my fallen brothers. I just… I was close with him before he fell. I would even call us best friends.” His smile fell before he continued, his pale pink eyes seemingly staring into the human’s soul, “But he chose to stand by his brothers than to fight for the Celestial Realm. I had no choice but to fight against him. Every day I regret not doing more, I always think I should have done more to guide him back to the correct path but I guess my bond with him was not as strong as his bond with his siblings.”

MC looked thoughtful. Uriel asked, his large eagle-like wings fluttering slightly in curiosity, “How is he? Is he doing well?”

The human nodded before they spoke out enthusiastically. “Yeah. I think he’s enjoying himself. I could do without him being so narcissistic and being very flirtatious towards me but I guess that comes with being the Avatar of Lust.” They giggled to themselves like they were sharing an inside joke before they continued, “He’s still as beautiful as ever if what Simeon says is true. I can understand why he was once called the Jewel of the Heavens.”

Uriel smiled, sharing a fond look with his Father as the human continued with their rant. MC seemed to realize that they were ranting before flushing, embarrassed for getting too out of control, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get off topic.”

Uriel and God seemed to share a conversation with just their eyes before Uriel looked away from Him to look at the human, “I heard you made pacts with my fallen brothers.”

“Oh! I have. Except for Lucifer but that could be because of his pride. He wouldn’t allow some human to have power over him.” MC smiled before getting the shock of their life.

“How would you like to make a covenant with me?”

MC stared up at the angel who was just flashing them a polite smile. They seemed to finally process what was asked, snapping themselves out of their daze before exclaiming, “Wait. What?!”

Uriel chuckled at the look on the human’s face before MC muttered under their breath, their eyes glazing over in thought, “I thought only demons can make pacts with humans. I didn’t know that it was even a possibility that an angel could make pacts as well.”

He piped up which drew MC’s attention away from the angel and their thoughts to Him, “For angels, it is called covenants, not pacts. Angels can make covenants but it’s not something that happens usually, actually it’s very rare for angels to make covenants. For the one reason that you cannot summon an angel like you could do with demons. There isn’t some kind of incantation that allows humans, magical or non-magical, to summon angels. Covenants are much more powerful than pacts.” The human hummed in thought as He continued explaining, “Pacts and covenants are different as well. Pacts appear as tattoos on a human’s body and there is always some kind of give and take relationship between the two. In your pacts with my sons, you were promised protection that didn’t end with your soul being taken when you die. In exchange, you were to provide companionship to the demons you made pacts with. Another is that in pacts, you need magic to call the demons to your side.”

He gestured to the Symbol of Chastity who was watching the human’s expression carefully with his pale pink eyes, “Covenants, on the other hand, appear as rings. The covenant doesn’t have a give and take relationship so you don’t need to worry about needing to give anything to my angels in exchange for their service. You don’t need magic to call on them as well. You only need to kiss the ring of the angel you need to call and they will appear. On the rare occasion that you do get in danger, they can sense your soul’s distress and will come to your side. Ah, you can also call on their powers instead of calling on them but it takes a significant amount of energy to use their angelic abilities especially since you don’t have magic.”

“We can always make the ring appear as simple jewelry to not alert any demons of the covenants." He looked over to towering angel, "However, we cannot hide the rings from my angelic sons. So Simeon and Luke will know immediately that you have made a covenant with an angel."

MC looked thoughtful before nodding, turning their head to stare up at the towering angel, "I would like to make a covenant with you, Uriel."

The Symbol of Chastity allowed a smile to light up his handsome face before he reached into his wings. He plucked a single feather from the bottom of his wings and the human could only watch in fascination as he crushed the feather in his fist. Uriel opened his fist to show that the feather turned into a light green signet ring. He took MC's left hand and slipped the ring on their pinky finger, leaning down to press a kiss on the ring. They watched as the ring seemed to adjust itself to fit snug on their finger and they could feel the ring pulse with power. MC took a closer look and noticed the seal on the signet ring which looked suspiciously like handcuffs linked together. Uriel smiled as he traced the symbol, explaining as he stared into the human's eyes, “It's my symbol, the symbol of chastity. I have the power of mind control and control over fire. In addition to my angelic powers, each virtue has a weapon of choice. Mine is a bow and arrow. Because of our covenant, you can call both my angelic abilities and my weapon. You can call on my weapon without draining your energy but I have to advise you to not use my powers until you can expand your energy levels. I may not be the strongest virtue but my power still takes a lot of energy to use.”

The human nodded before asking, looking up at the angel in thought, “Does that mean that I have to practice chastity to keep your covenant?”

Uriel laughed before shaking his head, “No, you don’t have to but it would be advisable.” The angel gestured to the ring on their finger, “Please call on me if you ever need help or even just want company. I would like to get to know you more. I know you can’t call on my demonic brothers for help so I would feel at peace if you call me when you’re in danger.”

MC smiled, staring at the ring on their pinky finger before Uriel looked at his Father. He bowed to the other male before speaking, “I must get going my Lord. It was such a delight to meet the little human that has captured the interest of my fallen brothers. I shall see you soon, my dove.”

They flushed at the admission and He dismissed the angel. MC watched as the angel spread his already large wings and took off into the sky, waving down at them before he disappeared from their sight.

They looked down at their arm when they felt the icy sensation going down their back, only to stare as their hand started to flicker in and out of existence. He pulled the human into His arms, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of their head, “We weren’t able to talk much since I wanted you to get to know my angel better. I promise to tell you all about my fallen sons as soon as you wake up.”

“See you soon, my child.” Were all that the human remembered as they fell unconscious, the Divine Being’s comforting face being the last thing they saw. 

PART 4

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The demon brothers reacting to a MC that makes a plushie that looks like one of the others 🧸

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Lucifer ☕:

(MC makes a plushie of Satan.)

• You made a plushie of...Satan. Huh.

• Your craftsmanship is impeccable, he'll give you that. You deserve credit where credit is due, after all. But you notice his eyebrows furrow slightly as he holds the plushie at arms length; a subtle display of his displeasure, only noticeable to those who know him well.

• Why in the world would you make a plushie of Satan? It wasn't as if the two of your were particularly close...actually, now that he thinks about it, you and Satan have been really friendly lately.

• He's irritable for the rest of the day. He isn't the type that would take out his emotions on everyone else, but the change in his mood is noticeable enough that everyone steers clear of him for a while.

• Doesn't say anything directly to you but when you get home from RAD one day, you find your plushie sitting in the far corner of your room, facing the wall...definitely in a different position from when you left for class this morning.

Mammon 💳:

(MC makes a plushie of Asmodeus.)

• You...you made a plushie of that narcissist? You're kidding, right? It's not like he needs his ego to be even more inflated than it already is...

• Tries to act like he couldn't care less, but he's nowhere near close to being subtle about his jealousy. After all, he's always had a tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve. 

• He sulks for a week straight.

• Like Lucifer, he doesn't say anything to you directly...but suddenly he's a million times more clingy than usual. "Hey, MC! We should go to Hell's Kitchen after school!" "MC! I'm coming to your room later, let's watch a movie together!" "Oi, human...are you listening to me? I asked if you were free to do something together tonight."

• The question of whether you and Asmo are together or not is constantly on his mind...but he's too afraid to know the answer.

Leviathan 🎮:

(MC makes a plushie of Mammon.)

• I mean, it's not like he expected you to make a plushie of him...and it's definitely not like he wanted you to make a plushie of him. He's just a yucky otaku, after all...it's for the best that you modeled it after one of the others.

• Doesn't really react outwardly...but wow. His aura just got a lot gloomier.

• Spends a lot more time in his room than usual, losing himself in video games and anime. (Hardly anyone notices, because Levi barely spends any time out of his room as it is.)

• Keeps asking himself what Mammon has that he doesn't.

• When he's done wallowing in self pity, he makes an attempt to better himself for you. He starts leaving his room a little more, and trying to become more confident in himself. Maybe if he believed he was a catch...you would too.

Satan 📚:

(MC makes a plushie of Lucifer.)

• He's furious, but he's pretty sure that blowing up over this issue isn't going to make him any more attractive to you...so he just mutters angrily in private.

• Why in the name of Devildom would you make a plushie of Lucifer?!

• Once he cools down, he just gets...really sad.

• The amount of confidence he has in himself drops.

• It's already bad enough that Lucifer has to take the spotlight in pretty much everything...and now Lucifer was taking away the one person he actually liked as well? Was he ever going to step out of Lucifer's shadow? He was so tired of being second best to Lucifer...would he ever be someone's number one?

• Everytime he glances at the plushie, he's reminded that he wasn't, and still isn't, good enough for you.

Asmodeus 👄:

(MC makes a plushie of Mammon.)

• You made...a plushie of that airhead?

• Seriously? You had a model right in front of you, plus you'd seen him shirtless plenty of times so you definitely had an abundance of references to work from.

• Gets pretty worked up, but he can't pinpoint the reason why. There are hundreds -no, thousands- of succubi and witches who would be willing to sell their soul to him, nevermind just doing something as simple as making a plushie. So why does you making a plushie of Mammon matter so much to him?

• He sits across you at the dining table and sees you offer Mammon a smile so sweet, it could have given everyone at the table diabetes there and then. And for the first time in his entire existence, he feels a pang in his heart as he watches the first person that he's ever truly wanted slip through his fingers.

Beelzebub 🍔:

(MC makes a plushie of Belphegor.)

• He's happy; he's happy that you're getting along with Belphie, and that you like his twin enough to make a plushie of him.

• He's happy...so what's with this hollow feeling inside of him?

• He eats, twice as much as he usually does, in a futile attempt to get rid of the empty feeling. He eats so much that several Devildom fast food chains have to close shop for the day. The only one surprised at the fact that all that binging didn't make him any less miserable is himself.

• Doesn't say anything to you or Belphie. It's not fair on the two of you...it's neither of your faults. You deserve to be happy together...and besides, he's supposed to be happy for you both.

• He's wanted Belphie to find his own happiness for so long...so how can he be jealous of his twin now?

Belphegor 🛏:

(MC makes a plushie of Lucifer.)

• ...ugh. What's this he's feeling?

• Apart from the period of time where he hated humans, he's never felt such strong emotions towards...anyone before. And he's pretty sure he doesn't hate you.

• Keeps casting dirty looks at the plushie. His death glares are so intense that it's a miracle your plushie hasn't spontaneously combusted yet.

• Wanders around the house sulking. Out of all the demons you could have chosen to be your muse...it had to be his oldest brother, didn't it? He'd much rather you make a plushie of that annoying chihuahua...Luke, was it?

• He's so miserable that he actually turns to Mammon for an answer. He's prepared for Mammon to say any number of crackheaded things, but what he doesn't expect is for Mammon to pat him on the back and give him a wry smile. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

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Jerk

Word Count: 1,500

Pairing: Solomon x reader

Fandom: Obey Me!

Warning: Lots of cussing, slight angst I guess

Master List

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((Y/n)'s p.o.v.)

I was irritated at the fact that I was summoned by some stupid human. I looked him over with a glare. He had white hair and grey eyes which was unusual, for a human that is. He wore a black long sleeve shirt with a black cape with a star pattern. He also wore a pair of matching black skinny jeans and a belt.

I crossed my arms as I waited for what this stupid human to tell me why he summoned me. "Make a pact with me," He spoke out with a smooth voice.

"What's in it for me?" I asked raising an eyebrow. He smirked at me like he knew he had this in the bag. What a smug bastard, I want to not make a pact with him out of spite.

"Oh I don't know," He said trailing off looking around playing dumb, what a dick, he's just wasting my time. "Just all the money you could want."

I was shocked at that claim. All the money I want? Is my pride really worth that? Jeeze hanging around Mammon is getting to me. Yet it was an enticing offer, I couldn't just pass this down, I could run this sucker dry and then some.

"Is there a catch?" I asked watching him with suspicion. I could feel the smugness coming off him in waves and I could tell that he thought he had an advantage on me.

"I only pay you a certain amount after you do a job for me," He explained crossing his arms.

"Hmm," I hummed placing a hand to my chin while thinking. "I still have my freedom to accept or deny the jobs you'd want me to do."

He nodded in understanding, "Is this a deal?"

"First what's your name?" I asked placing a hand on my hip.

"Solomon."

"Okay Solomon, you got yourself a pact with me!" I smiled holding out my hand for him to shake.

He shook it and also gave me a smile, "It's nice to work with you (y/n)."

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That exchange happened a few years ago. I made quite the coin off of him. Our friendship was...complicated. He was a dick most of the time so I would act bitchy back, but we had some nice moments. But when he ended up being an exchange student at R.A.D. and he gained many pacts in only a few days. At first me and Asmodeus were the only ones but he was powerful.

I wanted to bash myself in the head for having feelings for basically my coworker/boss. I felt like he only cared for my power after he came down into the Devildom. I was only one of the many demons that he had at his disposal. He never acknowledged me in person which pissed me off. Yet my anger always did turn into sadness. I MEAN WE LITERALLY SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN SOME CLASSES!!!

The reason why I was thinking this is because I was currently sitting next to him right now. I glared at the chalkboard, a vice grip on my pencil as I wrote down the lesson furiously. I glanced at Solomon only to see that he was looking at me and the fucking smirk on his face made me want to slam his head onto the table.

HOW THE HELL DID I FALL FOR THIS PRICK?!

"(Y/n)," He said trying to gain my attention. "I have a job for you."

Oh so NOW he wants to talk to me?! After all that time? He can go suck Asmo's dick. So I just didn't reply and focused on the teacher.

"Are you upset about something?" Solomon asked resting his head in his hand. If he doesn't shut that mouth of his I might do something I'll regret. When I didn't reply he took initiative to talk some more. "Did I do something to anger you?" He wasn't even being sincere that fucking asshole.

"How about you take a fucking hint and shut the fuck up," I growled out glaring at him.

"(Y/n) that will be detention!" The teacher shouted making me groan out in frustration. Then the prick next to me laughed...I don't think I like him like that any more, I fucking hate his guts. Man this was the last class of the day too.

The lesson was over and everyone left the classroom...except me and Mammon. Well at least I was with a friend. Solomon had the gall to ruffle my hair before leaving. Yet I couldn't help but get flustered. What is wrong with me?! After 20 minutes the teacher fell asleep making Mammon look at me with a mischievous look in his dark blue eyes.

"Lets get out of here," He whispered loudly giving me a devilish grin.

I returned it and stood up, "Let's go."

We made our way out of the class and left the school. We walked to the shopping district because if he went home Lucifer would punish him. I window shopped sense I didn't have much money...stupid Solomon. Mammon would spend so much money at all the shops which made me laugh. He's never going to change.

"What's up with Solomon and you?" Mammon asked randomly making me choke on air.

"What do you mean?" I asked placing my hands in my pockets.

"Well Asmo won't stop going on about how cute of a couple you two would be," Mammon started. "Then you looked so pissed off when you were talkin in class today."

"Of course I was pissed off!" I shouted getting angry again. Jeeze why am I only angry now a days...oh yeah fucking Solomon. "He had ignored me since the day he stepped foot into Devildom, and then when he does talk to me he just wants me to do his dirty work! He's a fucking asshole!"

Mammon started to laugh his ass off at that moment, so to release some anger I slapped him in the back of the head. "OI! What was that for?!" Mammon shouted, his laughter dying down.

"Stop laughing at me!" I yelled back.

"Well if what I overheard Asmo talking about is right, just talk to Solomon," Mammon shrugged.

I looked at Mammon skeptically, "Mammon giving advice? Is it the apocalypse coming?"

He glared at me and I raised my hands up in defense laughing a bit.

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Me and Solomon both sat in his room. I was going to do what Mammon told me...but Solomon wasn't helping. He kept teasing me and it was getting on my nerves. I was GOING to tell him how sad I was when he 'forgot' my existence but the way he was being so rude made me want to never talk with him again. Why am I even doing this? Why do I care so much about this human? Why can't my feelings just go away?

"So you want to take that job I assume," Solomon spoke up cutting the silence.

"I HATE YOU!" I shouted, my emotions getting the better of me. He looked surprised and disheartened at what I said which made me confused. "You ignored me for weeks! WEEKS! and then you have the audacity to ask me to do a job?! What the fuck is that about?! I thought we were friends but I guess I'm just another demon in the long list of pacts that you have." I ranted feeling the sadness kick in when I finished.

"Oh," ...oh? Really? That's how he responds to my heartfelt rant? I clenched my fists, stopping myself from punching him. "I didn't know you would be so affected by that."

*𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠*

I slapped him. Oh god I didn't mean to. I mean it felt good to get the anger out but I felt more guilty. The look he had after I did it drove that guilt deep into my veins. His grey eyes filled with intense guilt and...love? His lips were pulled down in a deep frown and he kept his head to the side from the impact.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," I apologized feeling tears creep up. What is wrong with me?

"Don't be, I deserved that," Solomon said bringing a hand to touch his red cheek. "I just don't know how to express my feelings and I was getting advice from Asmo."

"Express your feelings?" I asked in confusion, some tears slipping down my face.

Solomon lifted his hand and wiped the tears away, "I'm in love with you, I never meant to hurt you the way I did." I let out a gasp as my body felt warm. My mind was fuzzy and my heart beating so fast I was afraid it was going to escape. My tears were gone and I felt super giddy.

"I love you too," I mumbled feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

"I know you do."

This boy is going to be the end of me.

#solomon #solomon x reader #solomonxreader #obey me #obeyme #xreader #x reader #fluff #fanfic

[that-winged-rat]

Just a Legend

Summary: Reader is a hybrid between a Demigod and an Angel, one of a kind, and the most powerful being, aside from God himself. Sam, Dean and Cas decide to summon her and ask for her help to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean's arm.

"Dean we need to do something about the mark." Cas said, desperate to get his best friend back to his former self.

"Oh yeah? And what do you suppose we do, huh? The only thing we had was the Book of the Damned and that's a pile of ashes now. So, if either of you have any ideas... don't be afraid to share with the group." Dean replied, clearly not in the best mood.

"Actually I was reading something earlier." Sam started. "Some people believe there's this Demigod-Angel hybrid. The only thing that's more powerful than it is God himself. Supposedly even Lucifer is scared of it. Something that powerful would surely be able to get rid of the mark."

"I've heard stories of this thing before. It is fierce and dangerous and doesn't have a problem with killing. But the only thing is that nobody has seen this thing, there's no way to know if this thing exists." Cas countered.

"Yeah I get that but I have the summoning spell, why don't we just try it and if it doesn't work... then it doesn't work, but if it does? Then this could be a it. This could be the end of all this crap." Sam was not going to let maybe the only chance to save his brother, go so easily.

"Okay, say it does work... what's it gonna cost? I mean, when has anything like this come for free? When has any supernatural being ever helped us out of the good of their heart?" Dean argued, not wanting to solve a problem by causing a bigger one to cancel out the previous one, yet again.

"I get that, Dean. Okay? I get that. But we can figure that out after we try this. And it might not even work. So please, let's just try it and if nothing happens, then you can lecture me." Dean huffed in annoyance and reluctantly agreed.

They gathered the ingredients for the spell and said the incantation. Then they waited. Dean was about to make some witty comment about him being right, and that you were just a legend. That was until he heard a voice that didn't belong to any of them.

"You know, I don't appreciate being summoned." You said as you calmly sat in a corner chair of the motel room. All heads snapped to your direction, obviously not expecting what they saw.

"Are you... the hybrid?" Sam asked carefully, not wanting to upset you or anger you in any way.

"I have a name, you know?" You were annoyed that they had interrupted your day but truth is, this is the first time you had been summoned in centuries and it would be a lie to say you weren't a bit excited.

"Which is..." Dean pushed.

"Y/N. So what is so important that you had to pull me away from my business?" You questioned. Dean rolled up his sleeve and showed you the mark. You sighed. "Oh you poor son of a bitch." You quietly said under your breath.

"Can you get rid of it?" The angel asked you, his bright blue eyes filled with a hopeful and desperate look. You had heard about the angel Castiel, about how he rebelled against heaven all for one human. You admired that.

"Can I get rid of it." You scoffed. "Of course I can get rid of it."

"So will you?" Sam asked you. It seems like Castiel wasn't the only desperate one.

"Sure." Dean shared a hopeful glance with his brother and best friend. You sat back in your seat, propping your feet up on the unsteady motel table. You got looks of confusion thrown your way from the three men.

"Okay... What's the catch?" You could tell the infamous Winchesters had been in this situation before, and it didn't surprise you to be honest.

"What makes you think there's a catch? Check your arm." You calmly said as though you had done this a hundred times before. A smug smile made its way on your face as Dean rolled up his sleeve to find only a couple of freckles. The three of them shared a look of disbelief before they all looked at you, amazement on their faces.

"Oh my God." Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course that does lead to another problem. The Darkness -- Amara. God locked her away and the only thing keeping her there was that mark, it's like a key. And without a key..." You trailed off, hoping they would put together the pieces themselves.

"She gets out." Sam completed your sentence.

"Why did you help us if you knew this would happen?" The angel interrogated.

"Well first of all, that mark is a pain in the ass. I did everyone a favour getting rid of it. And second, I have a bone to pick with the big man upstairs. I figured the Darkness getting free is a good enough reason for him to get his ass out of hiding."

"What do you mean you have a bone to pick with him." Dean asked, getting nosy.

"Well, you don't often get an angel, demigod hybrid. He wanted me gone, so he's been sending his minions after me for a couple centuries now. And I don't do well with people trying to kill me." You explained.

"Well it looks like we'll be looking out for this Amara, God will probably be nearby, so you can stay with us for a while. If-- If you want." Sam offered. "I bet it gets lonely being hunted for so long."

It had been so long since you had made any allies. Maybe it could be useful, having someone to look out for you. After a moment of thinking it over, you agreed.

"Y/N. Are you able to restore an angels grace?"

"I can do anything, feathers." You said proudly with an added wink before you headed out the door.

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[tazzytypes]

Apocalypse: Sanctuary - Chapter 15

Hey guys! Thank you again for being so patient. Between school, work, and life, it has been super hard to find to just sit and write to my heart's content. Finals season is coming up soon, but after that, I have a good few months break for the holidays. Anyways -- hope you enjoy the chapter!!

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Emily’s fingers twitched at the feeling of mist upon her skin, prickling dampness that made her hair stand on end. The air was stagnant save for that mist, still enough to make her feel as if she were encased in amber.  Her eyes felt heavy as led, fluttering open before being pulled closed against her will. It was a familiar battle. Clawing her way out of dreams was all too frequent a struggle.

When her eyes finally opened, everything around her looked hollow. Mist was mist no matter its form, she surmised. It existed and did not exist – solid as stone and as tangible as water. Such was the nature of dreams.

Above her, a cave ceiling stood, stalactites jutting from the ceiling like teeth in a gaping maw. From the roaring rapids behind her, stones jutted from the water in a similar fashion. Somehow, she knew it was River Styx. She didn’t know how she knew… it was as if the knowledge had always been there. 

The massive tunnel went on for miles left and right. Wooden beams were placed along the cave walls, reminiscent of what you would see in a mining cave. No humans were there to have constructed them – another fact that existed without reason in her mind. They simply came into existence. Emily took a moment to absorb these facts, whispers dashing past her ears like a gentle breeze.

In front of her was where the true wonder began. She had seen this place before, known it as well as she knew the back of her hand. It was ancient, predating the Greeks, the Egyptians, and even the Mesopotamians. 

A pressure that had been on her chest throughout her life lifted. Emily could finally breathe. Dreams had offered momentary relief, but this? This was freedom. She took the first step forward, adjusting to the sensation of feeling and not feeling while resisting the urge to run towards the door she knew waited for her ahead.

Grey marble jutted out of the otherwise brown and bleak rock, a staircase with intricately carved designs inlaid with silver. The first staircase was followed by a large equally-decorated platform and another short set of stairs. Beyond that sat a door all too familiar, engraved with snakes and sigils. It stood taller than any decent-sized house, making her small and insignificant in comparison. Emily found that she didn’t mind the feeling that thought evoked.

The blonde-haired figure standing before it was also familiar, making Emily halt in her steps. Michael peered at the door before him, pushing on it to no avail. His lips twisted in annoyance. The least his father could do was make this task easy.

If this were a dream, it was the most tangible one Emily had ever experienced. She followed him up the stairs, feeling the ground buzz beneath her feet. The energy of this place was rising from the floor, traveling up her legs like roots drinking water and centering itself on her heart. 

Michael was thrown off by the sudden presence beside him, more surprised when he turned to see Emily. He had stared at the door for a good five minutes before she appeared. He had pushed it, tried to use his magic, and done everything within his ability to make it move. Though the structure appeared as a door, it lacked any definition. More a tomb than an entryway. 

She did not acknowledge his presence, eyes distant but all-seeing. Slowly, she placed a hand on the stone. Eyes narrowing, she regarded the structure with scrutiny — focusing in on the bumpy and damp feeling of it under her fingers. 

“I know this place,” Emily murmured.

“I think most people know this place… it being hell and all.”

The woman either didn’t hear him or didn’t care to respond. 

“I had a dream,” she said, voice distant and light as her hands fell back to her sides. The pieces were coming into place. “A man with golden hair. I called out to him… called him…”

Michael’s expression alone could have cut through the door. Emily ceased her rambling as she looked into his eyes, sensing his annoyance and quickly looking back to the door. 

“You don’t open it,” She said, placing her right hand on it once more, “You go through it.”

Why couldn’t things be to the point with these people — witches and wizards alike? It was always cryptic statements that procured more questions than answers. Michael was about to make some stabbing retort at the girl when her hand started pushing through the door, eyes closed and brows knitted together.

It felt like walking through a bubble, a cooling sensation around her arm where it met the stone. Mist danced upon her fingers which had reached through it, the world beyond nothing but a cloud of uncertainty. It had yet to form, a living organism recognizing a new presence and adapting to it. It looked like she was sinking into quicksand, body pushing through until the rock consumed her arm, and then her torso, and then her legs. 

Then… she was gone. 

Michael regarded the whole thing with calculated interest, head quirking to the side as the last of her went through. The stone looked like stone and it remained cool and hard beneath his fingers. Pulling away, he regarded his palm with interest for but a moment, brows furrowed. 

He didn’t know whether to be impressed or irritated at the girl’s ease in this realm. Either way, he had a job to complete.

Placing his own hands on the spot the brunette once stood, all he felt beneath his palms was solid stone. Slowly, he applied more force. All that accomplished was making his hands red from where the rough surface pushed into his skin. 

Closing his eyes, Michael focused on the door, pictured it transforming into mist. When he opened them, he was in a long hallway covered in mirrors, the pale-yellow light bouncing down the hall and scattering their reflections into a thousand separate pieces. Mahogany doors broke up the mirrors, making them more tolerable to deal with. Michael flinched as he caught sight of hazel eyes reflected in the glassy surface.

Emily stood in the center of the hall, patiently waiting for him, eyes fixed to the spot he emerged. Seeing that she was not bothered by the reflected eyes staring back at them, Michael did his best to hide his own anxiety. If the warlocks taught him anything, it was how to hide insecurities under a pompous mask.

Something about her eyes unnerved him. She looked the same as she had before the fire, but there was a glassy sheen to the hazel color. Emily wasn’t looking at him, she was looking past him… or into him. He didn’t know which was more unnerving.

“You have dreams?” He finally asked, straightening his jacket and turning his attention away from the walls.

“I wrote in my journal that the name I called out was Lucifer,” she said, “but the real name was Michael… it didn’t make sense so I thought I remembered it wrong.”

The Anti-Christ froze but quickly recovered his senses. Perhaps she should be lost to the underworld forever… she did seem to thrive. Cordelia knew there was a chance of death, after all. Emily’s disappearance would cause tension, but wouldn’t raise too many brows.

“Any other tricks up your sleeve?” he asked.

“That’s where the dream cut out.”

Michael hummed, looking around before speaking, “you have quite the memory.”

Emily either did not catch the sarcasm or did not care. 

“Things are easier to remember in dreams,” she said, breaking his gaze and finally turning to peer at her surroundings, “and harder to ignore.”

Before Michael could respond, she spoke again.

“So… this is hell.” 

He did his best to suppress a scoff, “Let me guess: never thought you’d come here?”

“Just expected to see more people.”

“Tortured in a pit of fire and brimstone for all eternity?”

“No…” she said, her voice fading a bit as she took a few steps forward, “this makes more sense, actually.”

Emily turned back to Michael, moving to the side of the hall. “It’s your trial. I’ll follow your lead.”

With a nod, the boy moved in front of her. She followed obediently. Michael still found himself looking back often, just enough to see her out of the side of his eye. Her presence seemed to flicker in and out. At times he’d turn and it felt as if nothingness was at his back, reminding him vaguely of the Greek story of Euridice. As with Orpheus, it wasn’t in Michael’s best interest to lose the girl. His father had to have a reason for her to be there, after all. 

The hallway went on for eternity, with no adjacent halls to turn down. Emily began to feel as if she might go mad. The thought of being trapped in such a place, with no windows and no sky, made her skin crawl. She crossed her arms to rid herself of the feeling, scratching them for good measure.

Time wasn’t linear in places such as hell, places that existed while simultaneously not existing. At times, it felt like they had been walking for days, then moments, then eons, then seconds. She wondered how much time was passing above-ground. 

How did she get there, anyway? How could things feel real one moment, then dreams the next? This was more vivid than her usual dreams… then again, all dreams felt vivid until you awoke.

Emily stopped in her tracks as the lights around them flickered, her hand reaching out for Michael’s back. She stared up at the ceiling. The orange hues of light in the hall took on a shade of muted purple. It was dark enough to be afraid but light enough for her to see the shadowy forms flickering here and there. 

Michael watched her, unsure what she was staring at with such intensity. Nothing had changed. The hallway still stretched on for eternity and the lights still blazed steadily. 

“Visions,” she said, noting his expression before looking back the way they came. He could feel a slight tremble to her hand before she let go of his blazer. “I’m remembering.”

“Remembering?”

Figures began seeping from the walls, dark masses without any discernible features. Mist-like goo rolled off them, thick globs floating towards the floor before disappearing. They were looking at her. She could feel their eyes even if she couldn’t see them.

The words left her before she could even think, “purgatory.”

Michael watched her for a moment, the way her arms curled to her chest as she looked back down the hall. Pupils dilated and eyes dashing here and there, he could feel her magic flickering in the air around them. Emily took a step back until her back brushed against him, an unconscious action she didn’t even seem to notice.

Gently, he reached out for her hand, ignoring the way she jumped against his touch. She offered a thankful smile and accepted the gesture. 

“Just keep walking,” He said, turning around and trying to ignore the way she unnerved him. The hairs rising on the back of his neck was an unfamiliar feeling. The way she spoke and acted reminded her of an oracle.

He wondered which Greek hero he was in her tale.

They walked hand in hand as they continued onwards. Michael was feeling out for Misty Day, but her energy had been diluted after being in the afterlife so long. New souls had a particular feel to them. More like Emily, burning bright with blood that still strummed through her veins. 

At some point, her visions must have stopped. Her fingers slipped from his and they continued to press onward. He had forgotten they were holding hands until the cold began to sting at his palms. Emily’s eyes on his back, Michael was unsure whether to be relieved at the presence of his companion or unnerved. 

Clenching his hands into fists, he rested them behind his back and continued walking.

*

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*

Emily stood to the side as Michael stood before the door. How he could tell the difference between them, she would never know. The only choice she had was to trust his judgment. 

He spared her a glance before he waved a hand. The familiar click of a lock echoed down the hall before the door swung inward. Michael’s hands rested behind his back once more before he took a step inside.

Emily wondered if she should stay in the hall. While she didn’t want to interfere with the trial, the silence and never-ending monotony of the rows and rows of doors made her bones buzz in her body. Being alone in this place was more frightening than whatever horrors lied before them. If she was to be lost to hell forever, she didn’t want to be alone.

Catching the door before it slammed shut, the witch wormed her way inside. Stumbling over her own feet, she came to a stop behind boy-wonder. He spared her a glance but quickly turned his attention back towards the scene ahead.

The smell of bleach and formaldehyde were the first thing to assault her senses. Instinctively, she covered her nose, but it did nothing to ease the stink. That smell was far too familiar. Memories of dead sharks, frogs, and sheep’s brains were brought back into the forefront of her mind — back when Emily was still ahead enough to be considered “gifted” in the public elementary schools of the south.

Sobbing was the next thing she distinguished, finally looking up to see the rows of black-topped lab tables. The children were all small in comparison to the blonde-haired woman that sat at the center of the room, draped in a black rose-embroidered shawl. It wasn’t hard to realize she was staring at Misty Day.

Some of the children stared at the new pair with unblinking eyes that were detached from the scene before them. They were so small, smaller than she remembered being at eleven years old. Dressed in polo shirts and khaki shorts, she felt she was at a Mormon meet-n-greet back home in the suburbs of Georgia. 

Then, the sobbing stopped.  

“Mr. Kingery,” An obnoxious southern-twanged voice spoke, “She did it again!”

Emily watched as little tiny heads turned robotically towards Misty once more. A middle-aged man with a receding, gray hairline stormed towards the table. The frown etched in his face made her hair stand on end. 

Michael only spared the brunette woman a glance as she came to stand beside him, her shoulder slightly behind his own. Self-preservation — he could respect that.

“No, No,” Misty begged, voice wobbling with tears, “I don’t want to kill a living thing, please!” 

A loud sobbing filled the room once more, Misty howling in pain. Emily watched as the teacher forced a scalpel in her hand, the frog screaming in pain as the knife pierced its chest. All she could do was stare in horror.

Her heart lifted in her chest; body weightless as if she were falling. The feeling was gone as quickly as it came as the scene reset itself once more. 

“Mr. Kingery!” The voice came again.

Michael felt a pressure on his arm, turning to see Emily clinging to him. Her eyes were wide in horror, glossy sheen nowhere to be seen. For a moment, he had forgotten she wasn’t a figment of his mind — as if she had been but a ghost until this moment.

Her voice was hardly louder than a whisper, hands falling back to her sides, “Make it stop,”  

Michael’s movements were always calculated, she realized. Steps were taken as if he were following a dance and he held things as if they would break under his touch. Plucking a scalpel from one of the tables, he regarded it for a moment.

The blade went through the teacher like butter. Entering through the back, it stabbed through until blood began to ooze from the man’s chest. It took a moment for the teacher to realize what happened, looking down at his belly where his organs began seeping from his belly.

His hands floated above his abdomen, a squelching sound now emitting from him as his intestines slipped from the confines of his skin. Blood dripped to the floor, sounding more like a faucet leak than… well… she didn’t really know what blood sounded like. Emily’s hand reflexively rested on her churning stomach.

The teacher fell to the floor, unconscious or dead. Michael’s hands were covered in blood and all Misty could do was stare at him with wide-eyed wonder. Even the boy-wonder seemed surprised at his strength, the expression falling back into an expressionless mask. 

Misty looked upon them both with tear-filled eyes, her shoulders falling slack as she felt relief after ages of torment. She was barely able to get her voice above a whisper, “Are you here to save me?”

Emily’s mind was racing, trying desperately to comprehend the incomprehensible. How could a man be dead if he was already in hell? Was he even a man at all? If he was, was his hell paired with that of Misty Day?

Her existential crisis didn’t last for long. Movement danced in the corner of her eyes — the type you’d see all the time and turn to find nothing. Emily turned her head to see a small girl, sneaking her way towards the boy-wonder.

“Michael!” the brunette exclaimed. It wasn’t her sudden cry that made the boy-wonder flinch, but the roaring flames that erupted from the gas lines. He jumped as a line of fire came between himself and the tiny figure that had been standing behind him, locking himself and Misty away from any harm. 

Misty instinctively grabbed his arm, but let it go just as quickly. He did not like the expression she wore, looking into his soul like Emily had moments ago outside the classroom from hell.

The tiny gremlin of a girl turned her eyes on Emily, hunched back and foaming mouth reminding them all that these creatures were anything but human. The growl that left her small frame was deep and demonic. She barked at the brunette witch like a dog before charging. 

With a wave of Emily’s hand, the girl was thrown back into one of the flames. She was reduced to ash, the smell of sulfur simmering in the air.

Another shadow darted in the corner of Emily’s eyes, dragging her back to where Michael and Misty stood. The pair watched her with wide-eyes, unaware that, above them, another child stood on the countertops. He growled and gurgled like the other girl; eyes fixed on Misty.

Michael watched as Emily’s hand shot out, muscles tensing and poking out of her hand from the strain. When he looked behind himself and Misty, the demon boy was clawing at his neck. His gaze traveled back to Emily, her nostrils flaring as she pushed back against the demon. It was fighting back, her posture implied as such… but more impressive than that was that, in this fight, Emily seemed to be winning. 

Cordelia was right — the girl had untampered power in her veins. Perhaps this is what his father intended. 

Then, Emily was thrown back. He watched her slam into the nearest wall like a rag-doll in the hands of an angry toddler. Michael braced himself for an attack, turning to face the demon boy with scalpel in hand. 

But the demon boy hadn’t moved. He stared forward with his milky white eyes, arms limp at his sides. When Michael looked around the classroom, he realized all the students had the same trance-like appearance. 

Emily muttered curses as she pulled herself into a sitting position, grumbles dying in her throat as she witnessed the scene around her. A hand rested on her shoulder, her own going out to strike until she recognized Misty kneeling at her side.

“What’s goin’ on?” the blonde witch asked, eyes darting between Emily, Michael, and the students, “Is this supposed to happen?”

“… I have no idea.”

Then, in unison, the students threw back their heads. Mouths agape and stretched far wider than any mouth should, they gazed up at the sky.

“What are they—” Emily spoke, cut off by a booming voice.

“She is my gift to you,” it said, a thousand tongues in a thousand voices speaking at once, “and will be your greatest asset.”

“What does that—” Emily went to ask Misty but found the woman was no longer at her side. Her eyes dashed to where Michael had been standing. He too was absent from the room. 

“No, no,” Emily muttered, jumping to her feet and turning in circles. Her heart raced and pounded in her ears. She dashed to the door, only to find it locked. The brunette yanked at it with both her hands, only succeeding in making the door rattle in its place. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Emily gasped as the floor gave way beneath her, her heart leaping into her chest. A black void consumed her. She could not tell if she was falling or simply weightless in this nothingness. 

Heart continuing to thrum in her chest, threatening to burst from fear, Emily attempted to swing outward. She couldn’t feel her own hands, couldn’t see anything but this consuming nothingness. Desperately, she tried to reach for her face but sobbed as she felt nothing beneath her fingertips. Her head started to become fuzzy, her thoughts like water through her fingers. 

“Let me out!” She screamed, scared that her voice too would soon give way to nothing, “I can’t think! I can’t see!”

“You made a deal,” a deep voice said, smooth but crackling like a fire. In the shadows, a darker one moved, she barely made out the vision of a white skull painted upon dark skin, a pair of red eyes the only sign of light in this damned darkness. “Really, mambo, you were better off returnin’ back to the other realm.”

“Then—” Emily said. She recalled a dream — nothingness… then stars. A council asked her to make a choice. All she wanted was to go back home…

“Yes.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“You gave your answer none the less,” the voice said, a tut-tut hissing out from the darkness, “my master put good weight in your words.”

“It was a dream!”

The voice chuckled, “you’ve always known they were more than that.”

*

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*

Michael awoke with a gasp, the words of his father still ringing in his ear. His heart raced and the world spun around him, his soul trying to orientate itself in his body once more. 

The observing witches and warlocks rose to their feet, coming to convene around him. Michael could still feel Emily’s hand in his own, cold and still. The red ribbon was gone, but he could still feel it tied around his wrists and up his forearm. It was as if his very veins had been connected to the witch and for a moment it felt as though his entire existence was dependent on her own.

“Well, that’s that,” Madison Montgomery spoke from above him, crossing her arms and sparing a pointed look at the warlocks that stood on the other side of Michael. She turned back to her fellow witches with an air of condescension. “C’est la vie.”

“This was not a fair test!” Ariel protested. Michael did not have to look at the grand chancellor to know his jaw was clenched and his nostrils flaring. 

Cordelia’s voice was bored as she spoke, “What happened?”

Michael resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he looked up to the current supreme. 

“Where’s Misty?” Cordelia pressed, not patient enough to wait for his reply to her first question. Michael wanted to snap at her to get a moment of peace, but he knew it was better to bite his tongue. He was to be the next supreme, after all.

“Isn’t it obvious, dear,” Myrtle sighed, not even bothering to look down at the boy-wonder that looked upon her with disgusted awe, “She’s right where she’s been the last--”

Eyes rolling into the back of his head and hands laying palms up, Michael conjured the last bit of energy he had to pull Misty from the realm of the dead. Ash and smoke rose from the floorboards, shifting into the shape of a woman. Flesh unfurled from the mass, draping itself over the newly formed body of Misty Day.

Cordelia gasped, hands trembling above the body as she fell to her knees. Her hands when to the other woman’s face, fingers smoothing over Misty’s cheeks as if to wake her from a blissful dream. “Misty. Misty.”

Michael stumbled to his feet, Professor Pennypacker helping him into Behold’s arms. The feeling had yet to return to Michael’s legs, forcing him to hobble to the nearest table to regain his senses. 

“My dearest Misty,” Cordelia cried, a smile flickering to her lips as Misty’s eyes slowly blinked open. Breath left the once-dead woman’s lungs in sputtering gasps, drawn in just as harshly until her body remembered the motions. There had been no need for breathing in hell. Like a dream, you simply assumed you were doing so.

Hot tears dripped down Cordelia’s cheeks as Misty stared at her in wonder, the Supreme’s arms curling around the woman and pulling her towards her. Cordelia never wanted to let go lest this moment be a fleeting dream.

Misty stared at everything in wonder. The shocked expression of Myrtle, the crying Zoe, beaming Queenie, and disinterested Madison. They were all so beautiful. Everything was so beautiful.

“Am I…?” She asked Cordelia.

“Yes!” The woman said, laughing in glee as she nodded vigorously. “You’re back! You’re safe!”

“… back from perdition,” Myrtle muttered, still unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before her.

Michael watched them with disinterest. He had done what was required, now the pieces must fall into place. Waving off his fellow warlocks, blue eyes flickered to a mass behind the pair, still sleeping.

Myrtle caught his gaze, following it to Emily’s unconscious form. Whatever warming glee she had felt from the resurrection of Misty quickly to ice in her veins.

“Delia,” She gasped, swatting at the air beside the Supreme, “Delia, she’s not waking up!”

Cordelia froze momentarily before turning back to her newest charge.

“No, no, no,” the woman cried, relief turning back to grief. She scrambled towards the girl, pulling Emily into her lap. Hands trembled over the girl’s pale face, brushing the hair from her closed eyes. Cordelia wanted to see those eyes. She needed to see those eyes. She could not lose another girl. “No, no. You have to come back! You have to wake up!”

Michael regarded the scene, equally worried. He willed her to wake up, to take one breath and then another. Why would his father give him a gift only to take it away? If Emily was a key to his ascension, losing her could jeopardize—

He watched as her fingers twitched, then her shoulder. Then, Emily shot up.

“NO!” She screamed, louder than any of them had heard her speak before. Cordelia let out a cry of relief and went to pull her closer, but Emily shoved her back with another strangled cry. Her eyes were wide with horror, darting here and there and unable to focus on a single thing. Cordelia tried to reach for her again but was swatted away. Michael could feel the same magic from hell surging in the air, but fizzling out just as quickly.  

Misty shoved herself between the two women, grasping Emily by the face and forcing her to look the revived witch in the eye.

“It’s alright. You saved me.” She whispered, “We’re back. You’re back.”

“Was that supposed to happen?” Emily asked, voice hardly louder than a whisper. The adrenaline wore off and made her body shake, she clenched her hands into fists to make it stop.

“Most certainly not,” Ariel spoke before Misty could ask for clarification. His eyes burned into Cordelia. “What kind of sabotage—”

“I would not risk the life of one of my girls for some petty stab at power!” Cordelia hissed. Her anger ebbing as she turned back to her girls.

“Can you stand?” She asked the pair. Misty nodded, easing Emily to her feet. The brunette closed her eyes as the world began to tilt, but quickly righted herself. 

“I’m okay,” Misty reassured her mentor, Cordelia smiling and patting on her cheek before turning to Emily. The girl nodded.

Emily stepped back as Misty turned to her friends. Queenie rushed forward to hug her, the others following suit with tear-filled eyes. Michael watched the newest member of their coven pulled herself away back into the shadows, forgotten. Hazel eyes glanced to her hands before squeezing them shut, arms curling into her body.

Hell… Emily had just been to hell. She came back from hell. She had seen demons. Asleep, the reality of the situation had been easier to comprehend. Now, it was hard to process it as anything more than a dream.

“Cordelia!” Myrtle gasped, pulling Emily from her thoughts. Blood oozed from her headmistress’s nose; her hand covered in the substance. Misty rushed to her side; eyes wide in fear as she rested her hands upon Cordelia’s arm.

“Oh, my god,” Cordelia muttered.

“W-What’s happening?” Queenie stuttered, looking to Myrtle for answers. The red-haired woman did little to ease her concern, rushing to Cordelia’s side as the woman began to waver.

“What always happens when a new Supreme rises,” Ariel said.

Behold nodded at his Chancellor, finishing the statement for him, “The old one fades away.”

Ariel was quick to circle the wounded animal, going in for the final blow, “We demand what’s ours.”

“You are a pathetic, pompous ass!” Myrtle snarled, curled over Cordelia like a mother over its cub.

Emily regarded the scene with confusion, eyes flickering between the two sides. Michael had passed the test. What more was there to argue? What did it have to do with Cordelia’s bloody nose?

“I did everything you asked,” the boy-wonder reminded the women, his back straight and eyes unwavering. Eyes flickered towards him, his tone and posture commanding respect. “I descended into hell and I did what you couldn’t. I brought her back.

Emily watched the lips of her fellow witches twitch and twist into frowns and snarls. She did not understand their animosity. Had they expected him to fail? Had they hoped she would fail?

“I passed the seven wonders,” Michael concluded, head turning to the side as he regarded Cordelia. The woman could barely stand on her own, leaning on Myrtle and Misty whose muscles strained to hold the woman up. “…Unless you want to add another one.”

“No,” Cordelia sighed, shaking her head with knitted brows and tear-filled eyes. “No.”

The pair stood in silence for a moment, eyes locked in a battle of wills. Michael waited. He had patience.

“There can be no doubt,” Cordelia finally continued, lips curling in disgust at the words leaving her mouth. “You are the next Supreme.”

The final word left the woman with her breath, crumpling to a heap on the floor. Misty gasped as she was forced down with the woman, doing her best to break Cordelia’s fall. Emily pushed off the wall she had been leaning on, watching Misty stare at the boy wonder who could not help the smile from his face. 

Michael had won.

*

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Emily had somehow found her way towards Michael, standing next to him between the two sides of witches and warlocks. Once again, the Warlocks took to one side of the fire and the witches the other. Now and again, one of the men would glance back at the younger women. They did nothing to hide their contempt and smug expressions. The witches paid the men no mind, giggling and speaking with Misty Day. They’d all reach out to touch the woman now and again if only to convince themselves that she was there.

Cordelia had been lifted onto the nearest couch, Myrtle staying behind while the rest of them lingered in the hall. They stood around a large bonfire. The students of Hawthorne had long since gone to bed, leaving the halls to be filled with the crackling fire and quiet murmurings of their little group.

Michael and herself stood in silence, staring at the roaring fire. Emily glanced at him now and again, doing her best to ignore the comfortable silence. Now of all times, she could not stand the silence.

The warlock watched her in turn, the way her brows furrowed as she stared into the fire which reflected itself in her eyes. Michael was busy in his own thoughts, contemplating his father’s plans. One battle won, but the rest of the war was still before him.

When he glanced to the girl beside him, her eyes looked distant. It was as if she was trapped in hell once more, glazed eyes peering past the physical and into the core of what surrounded her. The fire crackled, reaching higher as a log broke in half and sent embers flying. When his gaze returned to Emily, he saw a trail of red run from her nose.

She flinched as a white handkerchief was held out to her. When Emily looked at Michael, he simply gave her a pointed look before turning back to the fire. Hand instinctively going to her nose, she found it was bleeding. Face flushing with warmth, she took the handkerchief with a quiet thanks.

“That’s something I’ve never experienced before,” Emily noted awkwardly once the blood had stopped flowing. 

“Hell?”

“A nosebleed.”

A small smile curled to Michael’s lips and he let out a short airy laugh. 

“So… that was hell.”

“Not what you expected?”

“I don’t really know what I was expecting.”

Michael stared at her for a moment, searching her face. “You’re afraid.”

She chuckled, looking at him pointedly. “It’s hell.”

“Don’t worry,” Michael reassured, “They say the devil is a fallen angel. I’m sure he’ll have some mercy.”

“Don’t talk to me about the devil right now,” Emily said with a sigh, “I thought the existence of magic was going to make me insane. Contemplating religion might push me over the edge.”

Michael laughed at that, shaking his head. It was hard to remember an outsider’s view on these matters. Occultism was all too familiar to the boy-wonder — from ghosts to the devil himself.

They stared at the others for a good while, the warlocks plotting and the witches basking in their perceived success.

“Stupid question,” Emily finally spoke, dragging her eyes back to Michael, “What’s a supreme?”

Michael laughed. She shrugged as he rose a brow and his lips curled into a confuddled expression. Cordelia sent that girl to hell when she didn’t even know—

“The supreme is the most powerful magic wielder of their time, tasked with guiding and protecting their brethren throughout their life.”

“Why does Cordelia have to die?”

“We can’t all be Supremes.”

“So, it’s kind of like Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” she noted, brows furrowing as she put the puzzle pieces together, “one dies and another is born.”

“To a degree.”

“So, what will be your first business as Supreme? Preparing any radical change?”

Michael did his best to subvert the question. If Emily noted, she didn’t mention it. “The fact that I’m a man may be radical enough for now, don’t you think?”

“Oh,” Emily said, realization donning, “I forgot about that. Usually, it’s the opposite.”

She understood the hostility of the witches now. They had one section of the world where they could be the reigning force… now that was gone too. Emily would be lying if she said the concept didn’t bother her. Still… it wasn’t as if it was Michael’s fault. Fate was fate, she supposed — depressing as it was.

“But I have a few ideas,” Michael reassured, watching the emotions pass on her face. 

“Such as?”

They were interrupted by the sound of the sliding door to the salon, Myrtle’s signature red hair taking on an orange tint in the light of the fire.

“She’s awake.”

*

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It felt like an eternity that they waited outside that door. Misty and Myrtle had gone in first, talking for what seemed like an eternity. All Emily could make out were the muffled lilting sounds of indiscernible words spoken back and forth. The wizards had gone away, offering them some level of privacy.

So, Emily stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot and counting the minutes passing by. The air was so thick with tension that one could cut it with a knife. Hazel eyes flickered between the faces of her sister witches, waiting for someone to say something. They were all so intent on not meeting the others’ eyes.

Finally, Madison looked down the hall, rolled her eyes, and scoffed, “I don’t understand why we have to wait here.” 

“Cordelia fell,” Zoe snapped, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the nearest wall.

“It’s not like she’s dead.”

“…yet,” Queenie said. Madison opened her mouth to retort but was silenced by the creaking of the door.

Zoe rushed to Cordelia’s side, offering an arm to lean upon, but the Supreme refused with a short gesture and a reassuring smile. Her brown eyes landed on Emily, pulling the girl towards her in a hug before she could protest. As usual, Emily was tense under her touch. Her arms did not move to return the affection, hovering in the air like they were held up by puppet strings. “Miss Cordelia—”

“I thought I lost you,” the woman admitted. Emily fought the urge to pull away as a hand came to rest on her cheek. She could not understand the woman’s fascination with the gesture but had been unable to find a polite way to tell her to stop. 

“I had to find my way back,” Emily replied. Ever since she had woken, she had prepared her questions meticulously word by word — the voice, the darkness. Her gut churned in warning and she listened to it, resigning herself to silence. “Didn’t exactly have a map.”

Cordelia giggled a bit at that, bringing her other hand to cup Emily’s cheek so the girl had no choice but to look her in the eye before finally letting her go, “I told you that you could do it.”

Misty had come to stand beside the pair, beaming smile unwavering. When one had been to hell and freed themselves from its grasp, it was impossible not to. 

“There’s not many people I can say have been to hell and back with me,” the swamp witch noted. She rested a hand on Emily’s arm for but a moment to show her appreciation, but finally let go.  

“I think you should thank Michael more than me,” Emily noted, finally pulling herself away from Cordelia’s grasp. The Supreme and the swamp witch shared a look. It was brief, but Emily could see their smiles falter ever slightly.

“Why don’t we get you girls some food,” Cordelia noted, putting a hand on Misty’s shoulder and easing her along, “You must be starving.”

“I could eat a horse,” Misty admitted.

It was easy enough to find a table. The kitchens were more than adequately supplied. Most of them weren’t hungry. Cordelia offered Emily some food, but she turned it away. Something about hell made food feel unpalatable for the time being. 

Misty insisted she sit right next to her, offering her a few fries now and again for good measure. The brunette took one just to ease the woman’s worrying. Cordelia sat on Misty’s other side, carefully attending to the woman as the others spoke around her.

For the first time, Emily was able to understand the world of the witches. Around the table they went, sharing their stories since the last Seven Wonders.  

In terms of history, Cordelia had only recently become Supreme. Her reign was short in comparison to those that came before her. They didn’t stay on that topic for very long.

Madison herself was also newly resurrected by the boy-wonder. Hell seemed to be catered towards the individual. Though, Emily would argue customer service to be anyone’s hell. Michael had brought the former starlet back around the same time Emily arrived at the Robichaux Academy. 

“If Michael already proved he could both perform and conquer Decensum, why would he have to repeat the task again?” Emily asked.

“Bureaucracy, darling,” Myrtle responded, earning a strained smile from Cordelia. That topic was also brushed over. 

Queenie had gotten herself tickets for The Price is Right on the courtesy of her Supreme. A wasted effort, she noted, as she had been killed before she could attend the showing. Ghosts were hard to tell from real people, it seemed, and had a natural defense against witchcraft. Cordelia had tried to save her, but it was ultimately Michael that pulled her back into the world of the living.

“Bet March wasn’t too happy about that,” Misty noted.

Queenie only scoffed, “After beating him at cards 56,433 times, I think he was glad to have me gone.”

“You kept count?” Madison asked, all but rolling her eyes. 

“Wasn’t much to do.” Queenie said, “I’d of much rather been stocking shelves and hunting for personal massagers.”

Emily’s train of thought wandered as the two bickered, her mind replaying the void of eternity and the voice. She made a note to meticulously go through every dream she had ever written down.

“She is my gift to you,” the voice echoed in Emily’s mind. She shook her head to rid herself of it. 

“You alright, firefly?” Misty asked as Zoe joined in the debate at hand. 

“Just tired,” Emily said.

“When did you join this gaggle?”

Cordelia spoke before she could open her mouth, smiling at the pair. “Emily is one of our most recent additions.”

“Not that she can do much,” Madison noted.

“Girl,” Queenie said, “Why do you have to be like that?”

“What? It’s true!”

“She killed one of those demons,” Misty noted, perplexed at the statements of her fellow sisters, “if they can die.”

The table went silent. Cordelia looked at Emily with a slight furrow to her brow, searching for an answer.

“Things are different in dreams,” Was all Emily could say.

A hum from Misty turned the uncomfortable conversation away from Emily, who spared the woman a thankful look. 

“I’m starving!” the swamp witch exclaimed, shoving another fry into her mouth, “They don’t serve solid food in hell.”

The clanging of the sliding doors made them all jump in their seats, gazes turning towards the sound. A woman stood there, searching the room for a moment. She smiled as she saw Misty.

“Is that…?” Emily asked, fumbling for words.

Misty leaned against Emily and squeezed her arm, grinning ear to ear, “That’s Stevie.”

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