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equizona · 3 years

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Shielding Embrace

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters: Mammon

Format: Drabble

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse(?) Angst(with a happy ending), crying, swearing, calling Lucifer a stuck up little bitch, OOC.

Summary: MC is tired of hearing Mammon get picked on so often, by his own brothers no less. As the second-born demon has always protected them, they think it's their turn to protect him.

Note: I wrote this a while ago, since I'm tIRED of Mammon getting bullied all the time. He deserves better-

"Diavolo, stop being such a scumbag Mammon-"

It wasn't uncommon that the brothers would call the second-born mean words. Scumbag was their favorite, along with dumb or stupid. You agreed that he didn't always make the best choices, but they were always so cruel about it. It never gave off the vibes that they were only joking either. It was like they meant every word.

You hated it with your whole being. Mammon had been the nicest to you, and he had been the one who had been there with you since the start, ever since Lucifer made him your 'guardian' in a way. He wasn't the best at showing his emotions, but you could tell he cared. Sometimes, it felt like he was the only one who cared.

You wanted to shout, or scream at them, for all the cruel things they would say to him. He deserved better than that. He was their brother, so why were they always so mean to him?

"MC? Are you okay?" You were forced out of your mind by Satan's annoyingly Loud question that brought the attention of everyone at the table to the two of you.

You remember when he tried to kill you. You remember when all of them tried to kill you. You remembered when Belphie actually killed you.

All those times never quite left your mind, and you could still feel the fear you felt in each of those situations. Mammon was the only one of them you felt completely comfortable with anymore, as he was the only one who never seemed to lose control and attempt to harm you.

You decided you wanted to stand up for him like he stood up for you all the time.

"Actually, no, I'm not. What's wrong with you guys?"

Satan's eye twitched, and it was oddly satisfying. You could see all of the brothers about to speak up about what you'd said, though you didn't give them that chance.

"I don't understand why all of you keep calling Mammon a scumbag. Is it because he's greedy? 'Cause if that is the case, then I want to remind you that greed is his sin. He's the avatar of greed. And I mean, why get mad about him for that? As far as I remember, all of you don't ever try to deny your sins."

You didn't feel satisfied just yet, so you decided to continue. You wanted to make them feel just as horrible as you assumed Mammon felt each time they threw those words at him.

"I mean, Lucifer is a stuck-up little bitch with too much pride and he can't ever seem to apologize or see that it's his fault no matter how obvious it is. Leviathan is constantly envious of everything to the point it can be fucking unbearable. Satan has extreme anger issues, and gets angry at the smallest things and Asmo is constantly flirting with people and usually not stopping until he's in their pants. And please, don't even get me started on Beel. Then of course, Belphie just seems to never bother lifting a finger to help anyone. But I never see anyone complaining about all of that, do I? It's not like any of you do anything to deny the sin you are assigned to, so why do you expect Mammon to do it, hmm?"

You raised your eyebrow in a judgemental way, just to add that extra spite. You could clearly see Mammon's shocked expression.

You preferred watching the reactions of the others more though. Beel looked guilty to some degree, Asmo looked offended, Levi and Belphie looked annoyed at the whole thing while Satan and Lucifer looked downright pissed.

You could see that Mammon was about to say something, probably about how he was okay and you should calm down, and Satan looked ready to snap and attack you, again. Though neither of them had the chance to react before Lucifer stood up while slamming his hands down on the table, glaring at you.

"Excuse me? Run that by me again, won't you?"

You'd normally apologize and leave the room to do something else, but you were tired with their bullshit and this just seemed like yet another way you could call them out on it.

So, you gathered up all of your courage and looked Lucifer straight in the eye, glaring at him as well, despite the fact you knew it would have little to no use.

"Or what? Are you going to try and kill me again? Because let me remind you that all of you have attacked me before, except Mammon. Oh, and of course, one of you actually managed to kill me. Remember that, Belphie?" You shot him a mean look, and at least he seemed to have some guilt over the situation.

"And you know, Lucifer probably would have killed me before as well, hadn't it been for Lord Diavolo. Oh, but you never quite did apologize for that, did you? You never apologized to Luke for attacking him either, did you? And it's because you have so much pride. Because you're so high and mighty and you can never do anything wrong, can you? Ah, but nobody ever tells you that, do they? Because they know it's the sin you represent and they know it's a part of who you are."

Lucifer blinked at you, shocked, and nobody else seemed like they were going to say anything either.

"Actually, in my opinion, I think Mammon is the least 'scummy' and 'lowlife' person in this room. And he somehow managed to be the one with the most control. Seriously, at this point I'm certain that you all only ever say those things to him because you all know you're the real lowlives and you're just too pathetic to admit it."

You didn't want to stay there anymore, and since they all seemed to shocked to say or do anything, you stood up and quickly made your way to your room, though it wasn't long until someone was knocking on your door.

"Uh, human..?"

Mammon's voice.

You almost wanted to cry. He didn't usually knock, he preferred to just barge in with his stupidly cheerful attitude that never failed to make you smile.

"You can come in."

You voiced it quietly, a small part of you hoping that he wouldn't hear you and just leave instead, but seconds after he opened the door and let himself in.

He didn't say anything as he sat down next to you on your bed though, most likely trying to figure out what he should say in a situation like this.

What you weren't expecting was to hear the sounds of sobbing.

Worriedly, you say up and moved next to him, concern filling your entire body as you gently put your arms around his shoulders and made him lean on your chest.

"Hey, hey, shh, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

You tried to make your voice as gentle as possible. You weren't entirely sure what to do, but you never liked it when he was sad. His negative expressions and tears always layed heavy on your heart, so much that it was almost unbearable.

"Did- did you mea-mean it-?"

He stuttered out after a few minutes of you running your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. You frowned, not entirely sure which part he was asking about.

"Which part are we talking about specifically?" You questioned him, though you made sure that your voice was soft.

"All of it." As soon as he answered your question, he got out of your embrace only to put his hands around your neck for a hug. You grinned, hugging him back.

"Of course I was. You're the one that's been there for me since I came here, and while I can agree that you don't always make the best decisions, they don't always make the best decisions either. They are your brothers, and they should never be saying things like that to you. Actually, from now on, each and every time they say something mean towards you, I want you to come to me so I can smother you in my love and affection."

Oh shit, fuck, did you just-

"Wait- like- uh- no- uhm- like in a-a, uh-"

He moved away from you, and you wondered if he regretted that considering how red his face was. You'd probably burn your hand if you touched his face at this point.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to say that again."

You gave him a patient smile, wanting him to feel comfortable. You were almost certain that he liked you back, since he wasn't exactly very good at hiding it, but you hadn't wanted to act on it before now incase you made him uncomfortable or that you were wrong.

Though his reaction only made you more certain.

He took a few moments to collect himself, before trying to speak up again, though he didn't seem able to look you in the eyes.

"Do, uh- do you mean like- like in a, uh, a rom-uhm.."

"Romantic?"

You inquired softly, and to your delight he nodded, still not looking at you.

This wasn't exactly a side of him you saw often, since he would usually try and deny anything, but you were happy about it.

You moved to hold his face in your hands, though he still refused to look you in the eyes.

"If you want to. I'm not sure how you feel, since nobody but you can be certain about that, but I know I like you, and wouldn't mind smothering your face in kisses each day."

Your tone was playful, be genuine. You felt his face heat up even more, if that was even possible. He changed the direction of his gaze to look directly into your eyes, and you felt like you would get lost in the ocean his eyes had.

He leaned forward for another hug, and you grinned, barely taking a single second to process it before you were moving your hands to hug him back.

"I like ya too."

You grinned even brighter, squeezing him tighter. You didn't ever want to leave his embrace, and while you knew that you would have to face both his brothers and the world later, it would be a lot easier with him by your side.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon #mammon x reader #obey me devildom #obey me one shot #mamoney #om #devildom #mammon avatar of greed #obey me reader insert #reader insert #otome #rpg

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beelsmeal · 2 years

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I FINALLY BOUGHT MAMMON'S DEMON FORM!!!

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me!#obey me mammon #shall we date mammon #om! mammon #mamoney

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malewifezoro · 4 years

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All Diavolo wants is to spoil his favorite human and ship them with the brothers. It's canon.

#obey me!#Diavolo #Big D #lucifer avatar of pride #luci #mammon avatar of greed #mamoney #I mean it's the whole gang u get it #devildom shenanigans

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fabix-offm · 4 years

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Ese turanyerera cg? #kubitumunyerezo it's all the way coming. @karigombe_official @safimadiba_official u did a great job bro. #showmechanges #mamoney #mabusiness #music https://www.instagram.com/p/B8MQg7cnOyZ/?igshid=oqxmv08wx6q

#kubitumunyerezo #showmechanges #mamoney #mabusiness #music

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thx-4-the-corruption-king · 3 years

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emotional support fantasy where i make mammon a friendship bracelet

#school is kicking my ass rn but this is whats most important to me #he would totally go for physical reminders of love hell yeah #i would use yellow and brown string probs but also pink cuz thts my fav color #if i used beads i would use those letter ones to spell mamoney #or add pink hearts instead of pink string #(he would hate the hearts)#:)#obey me #ig

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queenofallimagines · 2 years

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The demon brothers reacting to black mc wash day

The way there are like four black characters in this game but not a single X black reader🤨 like I know you like making all your MC‘s pasty skinny insecure white girls but we don’t do that over here(Also can you notice I got side tracked with beel? Lmao)

Lucifer:

- okay so you may think he’s like thousands of years old so he knows everything about humans but he knows nothing

- He just assumes mammon let’s his hair do whatever

- Honestly thought he was buying all those hair products just to spend money smh

- So when he sees you walking by with a basket full of stuff he’s like??? Is it necessary

- “Hey Luci, mams is out so can you help me do my hair?”

- On the outside he’s all “ahah tiny human needs help”

- But we know he’s a big softy he’s trying not to cry bc that’s so domestic and intimate and he’s a sucker for that stuff

- Especially bc you made it clear(mainly asmo) that nobody could touch your hair without asking first

- “It would be my pleasure.”

- So he’s lowkey overwhelmed by the amount of stuff you have in the counter

- “You use all this???”

- “I got more in my bag”

- ????? Hello??

- But he’s a fast learner and gives great massages

- Got you falling asleep in the sink and he’s just starring at you with heart eyes

- “Next I defangle right?”

- “Yeah”

- Okay so please forgive him

- He’s used to trying-

- Keyword is try

- Ti helo mammon with his hair

- So he is snatching out the knots

- Like you thought your mom or auntie was bad?

- He’s pulling your head ALL the way back

- “LUCIFER”

- “Yeah?”

- Lmao you gotta use the pact to beat his ass

- “If you yank out another clump of my hair I will beat your ass.”

- Takes his time detangling now

- Mammon is laughing bc this why he don’t ask him for help no more

- “Yanked the shit outta your head didn’t he?”

- “BRO WHY IS HE SO ROUGH??”

- He had no idea how to braid so he will ask asmo how to braid your hair in secret

- He learns how to do cornrows pretty fast

- Will kiss your scalp when he thinks your sleeping too

- He loves how you smell

- He’s gon steal ya shea butter and blame it on asmo or mammon and he will lie straight through his teeth

- “I have shea butter already lucifer :/ you ain’t fooling nobody”

- Keeps a red silk bonnet on his room just for you

- Got silk pillowcases too

- He’s about a 6/10 on the scale bc he will give you the worst migraine if your life

Mammon:

- he’s literally black Lmao

- You can argue with ya moms idc he’s black and the devs know it too

- But he’s obviously the best at this

- My boy may have a silk press but you better believe when the humidity hits its back to 4c

- When he hears you complaining about how all your expensive hair products are back in the human realm he bust in with his loud ass

- “As your first man it’s obviously up to me to help u get that head together”

- Sir🤨 what you tryna say

- He’s super nervous bc he’s tender headed and only asmo and Lilith were allowed to touch his scalp

- “You can,,be a little rougher”

- He’s soft as hell lmao

- After wards will take you shopping for hair stuff

- He has like a whole drawer full of durags and bonnets

- “What color you want?”

- He’s the real plug lmao

- You and him be laughing at inside jokes the others can’t understand

- The black body language

- “👀🤨😘”

- “😌😙🥺”

- “What the fuck are y’all saying??”

- Bothering Satan!!

- Bro you can’t tell me he don’t look like any other white boy with a rich dad!!

- “I know he’s not wearing kakis”

- “It’s drip or drown and the water beating his ass”

- Anyway

- He will play prince

- Best wash day playlist on god

- Having Simon join in🥺🥺

- Maybe even helping diavolo not heat damage his hair🥰

- Y’all just have whole sleepovers

- Coordinating wash days so y’all can share products

- Group chat with hair inspo

- Macc daddy mc: okay but what if I pop out with these white locs?

- Mamoney: YOOO I GOT SOME LOC JEWELRY FOR THOSE

- angelfoodcake: I think they would look good in a bun

- Dia: slay!

- I’m sorry but he used aave bc he don’t know what it means like Lucifer is struggling bc he will say Random shit

- You I turn help with his hair

- He is super bougie with his product too

- “This is deep conditioner from the third layer of hell that contains the screams and tears of kkk members.”

- “…. Okay”

- Him and asmo do spa days shut up he’s a model he loves self care

- Right after wash day they do face masks

- Beaks combs

- Like his hair has a life of of its own you gotta ease into that mf bc you will start snapping metal combs

- Very chaotic but relaxing

Leviathan:

- lmao okay so this will be a struggle

- Like a first date with sweaty hands

- He probably buys a black hair salon simulator 😭😭

- Probably dry combs your hair

- Like he thought you were a demon for a sec when you whipped your head around

- “Boy I will rock your shit”

- “🥺🥺 okay”

- Might purposely mess up to have you snap on him at first he likes it when your sadistic

- But he will take it seriously when your a breath away from asking someone else for help

- He got them Gamer hands so he can section and part like a professional

- “Hand me the gel”

- Likes trying different hair styles out

- His favorite is a wash n go bc he likes seeing how it comes out differently every time

- Also you can wear your cute lil bedtime hat🥰

- He sleeps in a whole ass bathtub so he gets silk sheets and comforters and just piles em all in there

- Will wear a silk shirt to sleep bc he usually holds you when y’all slept together

- Will buy cute ruri-Chan clips to put in your hair

- Also devil horn clips that asmo bought you give him a heart attack every time

- Let’s you use his T-shirts as a towel

- Will bitch at you if you all asleep without wearing your bonnet

- “So you not wear the tsl bonnet got you for your birthday?”

- When he learns how to brain he could have half your head done in like 40 mins

- You already know he has all the slice of life anime with black main characters lined up for y’all to watch

- He’s trying his best and he is definitely succeeding

Satan:

- lmao okay so this one is funny

- Mr. Hit me or my father will sue

- He seems like he would get super frustrated and yank your hair out

- But I’ve men him personally and he wouldn’t never do that

- Before you even ask he’s read all the books he can and bothered mammon about it so he’s prepared

- He wouldn’t forgive himself if he hurt you anyway

- Prides himself on being better than Lucifer at something

- So when you offhandedly ask him to help with your hair he’s smiling so bright

- “Of course mc I’d love to”

- He’s already in his head trying to figure out which hairstylist

- Like he’s masters regular waves and finger waves

- He’s got this on lock

- He’s so gentle when he’s massaging your scalp

- “We should do a hot oil treatment,,,, just to be safe”

- Can’t be a lazy natural around him no sir

- He bothers you DAILY about your head and always got summ to say

- Like simmer down white boy worry about your cardigan 🙄

- “I can tell you ain’t oil your scalp last night”

- Boy if you don’t-

- Loves twist outs

- He can study your hair more that way

- Like what makes it not come out frizzy,how to make it pop

- Him and asmo are sifting through your hair products to make sure only the best ingredients are in there

- He’s your white knight too

- Anyone try to touch your hair demon or otherwise getting an elbow to the spinal cord no questions asked

- “Do you think your hair has high or low porosity?”

- He got your hair stats sitting in a notebook somewhere

- “High density with very fine strands.”

- Like he knows your hair more than you do

- Buys you a cat shower cap

- Also cat ears

- Cat anything you put on your head really he thinks they make you look cute

- “Mc! Do you want to listen to this audiobook with me? It’s about black hair throughout the decade.”

- Listening to natural hair horror stories on YouTube is a favorite past time

- Another one who loves the small of your products

- Will probably stand super close to you at all times to smell your hair

- “Smells like home”

- Like if he smells cocoa butter a mile away he knows your close by

- Go white boy go!

Asmodeus:

- Tbh he probably don’t know much about your hair

- Yeah he’s helped mams on occasions but that don’t mean y’all got the same hair texture or style

- Mams has like 4 a b and c all over

- You can too but I like to think his head a mess and he got different coils all over the place

- So he’s watching you like a hawk to see what products you be using

- Gets you even more expensive stuff

- “Do I need it tho?”

- “MC! This won’t be available for another century! Of course you need it!!”

- Loves doing puffs and pineapples

- Like he’s the master of doing edges

- So he lies it when he can see them clearly

- “My hard work🥰”

- Plenty of pictures

- # wash day!

- He probably got a long ass routine too so you guys do wash day together

- “You seen my African black soap?”

- “….. no”

- Steals your products too

- He wants to smell like a tropical garden too😡 you gotta share

- Buys you a silk durag that you wear in pictures

- Probably has bonnets that you can only wear in photos too

- His whole bed is silk sheets so don’t even worry

- He will be on your neck tho about your hair like Satan

- “ why is it so frizzy?? Did you not deep condition for 45 mins like I told you?”

- Says your stressing him out when you don’t deangle properly

- Lots of shopping trips

- Will match your outfits with your hair

- “Let me see what your hair looks like we got plans today”

- Favorite style is box braids and a fade

Beelzebub:

- baeby

- Like imma need y’all to stop thinking he’s stupid

- He’s a himbo but he knows about sex like his brother is the avatar of lust stop assuming he don’t know how to use the monster between his legs >:/

- Bc he knows how to EAT if anything else

- Anyway he will wash your hair in the shower

- His arms never get tired so he’s down to help you pull off a fly ass install

- Wig

- Some braids

- Locks

- Anything

- He is always ready and willing to help🥰

- Might eat your products tho

- “Where did my hair mayonnaise go??”

- “That wasn’t for my sandwich???”

- Lmao just get non scented stuff

- Probably gets horny bc you smell so good

- “I want to devour you”

- Go head then😳

- Soft dom but doesn’t know your limits so accidentally fucks you stupid

- Like he never realizes how hard he’s going or how feral he’s being

- So your brainless and drooling

- Tapped out like 5 orgasms ago

- And he’s like “you good?”

- Lmao he does kinda have an idea tho bc your choking on your own words begging him to slow down but he can’t get enough of your expression

- Wash day might as well be blow your back out day tbh

- Bc after you put your hair in that wrap it’s dinner time

- He’s gon make sure you are tired out

- Favorite hairstyle is those cute mini locs you get when your first licking your hair

- I think he likes short hair the most idk

- Let’s you use any of his shorts to dry your hair

- Will take off the shirt he’s wearing to let you dry your hair

- Will always have an umbrella ready in case it starts to rain

- Saw you upset bc it was storming and he bings an umbrella everywhere now

- Cute hair scarves

- Like he got you this cute marble orange scarf that you wear when you go on dates

Belphegor:

- This mf 😒

- I refuse to believe he’s the one that *spoiler for lesson 16*

- He’s literally so cute??? Like that’s a baby if I’ve ever seen one

- Dont let that cute face fool you tho

- He’s an menace

- Especially with hair

- Did you see that selfie he took?

- Yeah he’s a mess he don’t do mu with his hair but let it grow out

- Too tired to help you out with wash day but will hype you up

- Sleepily give you compliments and give cometary when asked

- “Try the other gel it might work better”

- “That Bantu knot of slightly bigger than the other one”

- will make sure your scarf stays safe all night

- 30 silk pillows

- “I stole this one from lucifer”

- Secretly refills your product when you’re running out

- The bottle was almost empty and now it’s completely full

- Will massage your scalp when washing your hair in the sink

- “This feels so domestic”

- He’s very soft about it

- Smiling the entire time

- Tells you you look cute to get you flustered

- Buys you cute hair accessories

- Like where did that cow hair pin come from?

- Definitely not him

- If your getting nasty he will ruin the whole mood to put your scarf on lmao

- “Ayo wait a min”

- Keeps one bonnet hidden in all his sleeping spots

- Just in case

- If your products got lavender in it he will fall asleep right next to your head

- “You smell so good I couldn’t resist mc”

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susboi318116 · 2 years

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So finally got the energy to write this clown’s bio!

my obey me MC senpai! (not a self insert)

(drawing by @rtlandcloset thx bro ,check em’ out they draw intresting stuff and DOG) wait he want’s to put a small message fo you guy’s right here-

artist note ; did you know that senpai fuckboy jacket was the fuckboy jacket susboi wore in highschool

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( anyway yes I know senpai mean’s senior and he does have a reason for that name)

Birthday: july 20!

Age:19

Height: 6.3 / 193 cm

Waifu’s: Luci and barb (why the milf’s...)

fav food:(not rlly important but will bring context to some thing’s I will draw with him) EGG’S

Specie: ??? ???? ??? ??? ????

fav color too I guess: baby blue

some side info- He sometime’s wear’s deep red lipstick, he ended up joining on beel’s exersise outine not much people know how he can keep up with it, has REALLY GOOD eyesight, he only sleep’s 5 hour’s daily, somehow has alot of money (only mamony and belphie know why),paint’s his nail’s diffrently every 4 day’s, acording to his doctor ‘serious case of eye irritation’(it is not eye iritation),He has a terrible reputation in his town due to a incident involving him,CHURCH BOY. His nitendo switch is one of his biggest love intrest,hate’s his local church people.

Man

Opinion on The boi’s:

Luci- dear skeleton wife ,senpai would die for him 100%

Mamoney- He is senpai’s friend/cute little brother,senpai will die for him if needed

Leviachan- Senpai’s cute lil’ friend,senpai will die for him if needed

Tantan-Senpai’s friend- Senpai would die for him if needed

Asmo~ - FASHION BUDDY YEAAAAAAAH,senpai would die for him if needed

Beel-His other cute hungry lil bro- senpai almost broke the law of *** for him. also senpai would die for him if needed

belphie- eh their on normal term’s, Senpai would let him die,if it were’nt for beel’s feeling’s.

SOLOSUS- AYY HOW IT GOING MAN *swat’s back* sup,solosus can’t die so yeah but if he could senpai would die for him and do a ligma joke before it.

barb~- hiiiiii there um uhhhh SUP LET’S HAVE A TEA PARTY together~-Senpai would 100% die for him if needed

dia- oh beautifull baby boy so cute, senpai would die for him if needed and if barb don’t beat him to it

Simeon- bestie’s who visit eachother’s home’s,Senpai would die for him if needed.

Red

Luke- SON, if someone bullied luke that person would end up missing the next day, senpai would die for him if needed.

(not much with him and the new trio so no info on them YET)

mabye like in a week or 2 week’s i’ll post some of his backstory.

for now a picture of him as a child yay

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Click the link for some more info on kiwi egg

https://sites.google.com/view/https-the-egg-yay/home

he has rule’s to follow if he disobey’s the man in red will come for him.

#obey me mc #Rtl art tag #wsl rant tag #obey me senpai #obey me #obm #omswd #obey me oc

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firecatvariant · 3 years

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Obey Me Character Thoughts

Just my thoughts about the Obey Me characters. (as a beginner player)

Backstory: I discovered Obey Me through a friend who plays and posts about it, and discovered it was made by the same company as my previous otome game, Love Tangle, so I gave it a shot and got pretty (ok, extremely) hooked. I am currently Level 83 on Lesson 31 of the main story, but because I like spoilers I pretty much have a good idea of what happens up to Lesson 60. I've also done a lot of the LD side lessons. These are just my current takes on the characters, it may change in the future! (Pictures are some of my favorite cards, collected or not, all artwork belongs to NTT Solmare of course)

**Lucifer **

Tbh, at first I thought he was going to be my #1. But he can be ... a little too uptight for my liking. A little too arrogant (though I guess that's the point of his avatar). His Dad personality does make me laugh though when it comes out. The moments where he's soft and sweet make me swoon, but I couldn't see myself dating someone like him IRL. I’d be too afraid of messing up all the time. Even though he's handsome as fuck. And super sexy. He's definitely my #2, but I just don't think I could choose him over my #1 if it ever came down to it. I do like reading head cannons and NSFW fics of him though. I’m not big on the “Luci” nickname either, but I’m not sure what I’d call him.

Mammon

Mammon kind of annoys me tbh. 😂 He's cute, in a puppy-dog tsundere way, and I think he'd be an awesome friend. But someone like him would get on my nerves IRL after a while, and I don't think I'd be able to put up with it. His sweet side is incredibly cute, but I could only ever see him as a friend, or maybe a FWB, but never as anything serious. But I think overall he means well, and really cares for (loves) the MC. I saw the nickname “Mamoney” once and I love it for him.

Leviathan

Levi is another one I originally thought would be in my top 3, based on his character design (he's super cute) when I first saw the game, but his personality makes me feel more protective and wanting to uplift him and boost his confidence rather than be in love with him. I want to be his friend, and support him. I do like some of the same stuff as he does, and I've dated hard-core Otakus IRL before. But any affection I'd give him would probably be platonic. I think I'd enjoy teasing him as well. Like everyone else, I just call him “Levi”.

Satan

My number 1, my husband, my dream guy, my ideal character ... it's so hard not to gush about him. He's everything I'd want in a guy: intelligent, well-read, has a sense of humor and a mischievous streak, adores cats as much as I do, can be super sweet, is probably amazing in bed ... even the anger management issues aren't a big deal to me, as I've dealt with that before. He's just perfect to me, and I eat up all NSFW fiction of him (and any other head cannons and fics and artwork tbh). I guess I'm just a _little _obsessed. I’m not big on the nicknames I’ve seen given to him (Tannie, TanTan, Catan, etc) so I call him “Sachan”.

Asmodeus

I didn't like Asmo at first, but he grew on me. I couldn't see myself with him in a romantic relationship, but I can imagine he is the type of guy I'd want to be best friends with. Shopping, gossiping, makeovers - who doesn't want that in their life? (OK, a lot of people aren't into that stuff but I don't mind it) And he's incredibly caring and sweet towards the MC. And like everyone else, he’s just “Asmo” to me.

Beelzebub

I LOVE, love this boy. He's so, so sweet. He's my #3. He's not only incredibly sexy, he's adorable, cute and sweet as hell. I could imagine him making an amazing boyfriend/husband. And I also like food, maybe not as much as he does but I'd love visiting restaurants and eating with him. And he's protective and would be so comforting and safe. I love the shortening of his name to “Beel” as well.

Belphegor

Belphie's a brat and I kind of love it, tbh. He cracks me up and makes me smile with his dialogues, but I definitely view him as a younger brother type (as the baby of the family.) Any affection also would be strictly platonic as well, but I'd enjoy cuddling and hanging out with him. I don't even mind he tried to kill the MC, because what he went through was understandable. Like everyone else, he’s just “Belphie” to me.

Diavolo

Diavolo is a treasure. One moment he's sexy and romantic, another moment adorably sweet. He's so positive and optimistic. I can't really see me in a relationship with the Prince though, no matter how adorable I think he is. And I think he'd support whatever choice my MC makes (at least I hope he would). I DO think there’s a major storm brewing between him and Lucifer in the future though, and it makes me excited, but also sad at the same time. I love “Dia” for him, it’s cute and casual.

Barbatos

I don't have much of a connection with Barbatos yet, so I don't know much about him. He seems like he's kind, dependable, and scary when upset. I'd like to get to know him better, but I couldn't imagine having any sort of romantic feelings towards him. Does he have any nicknames? I’m not sure.

Solomon

Everyone says Solomon is an ass, and he kind of is. But I find that endearing. I guess I just think being a bit of an asshole can be funny at times (especially in the game, he cracks me up) and even though he seems kind of shady, you can tell he genuinely cares for the MC, and is even a little in love. He's like the background guy friend that is secretly in love with you but doesn't have much of a chance. I really want to get to know more about him. No nickname.

Simeon

He's a sweetheart. And definitely not as angelic as he originally appeared to be. He's another I feel secretly loves MC, but another I'd be strictly platonic with. But I still need to get to know him a little better, and I definitely like him a lot more than I thought I would. No nickname, unless you use his pen name.

Luke

Is baby. He's like a tiny little brother that is there for fun, and I want to protect and indulge him and basically treat him like my own kiddo. It still feels weird to have a character like him in an otome game, but he's definitely adorable.

My MC

Is of course, based off me. She's female, and she represents the better part of me when I'm making my choices, or the parts of me I wish I could be. Her name is Kana. I've always had my MCs/OCs kind of based off characters like Aoi Sakuraba from Ai Yori Aoshi and Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket because IRL I strive to be like them. Sweet, kind, understanding, loving, maybe a little naive. Sees the best in people, but not afraid to say what she thinks or get involved in other people's business because she wants to help. Maybe that's a little boring, but it's what I try to be.

What I imagine my MC too look like (a lot like myself)

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me shall we date

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Wildflower | Lucifer | Heart Ache Mixtape | Part 1

S O N G : S E L F I S H - Madison Beer

This is the first addition to my Heart Ache Mixtape series!! I’m a slut for aesthetic photos and fanatsizing about my boys while blasting tunes. All of these fics will be based off of a song on my playlist, but not all of them will be angst, though my hand might slip. Buckle up beauties!

P L O T : MC has been in the Devildom for almost two years now, and has been hopelessly in love with our devilishly handsome Lucifer. However, after being ditched yet again on New Years so Lucifer can go entertain Diavolo’s guests, MC has finally reached her breaking point.

W O R D C O U N T: 6k!!! (Wtf)

W A R N I N G S: Fem! Reader. ANGST! Arguements. Detached lover. Heartbreak. Cursing probably. Abandonment issues. Toxic relationships..

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

PS: I tried to avoid using “she” as much as possible- so if you’re non-binary or just a guy who’s down to wear a dress and heels, this should still be readable!

10:20 AM-

Waking up in an empty bed was never a good surprise.

When you rolled over, reaching aimlessly for the DDD you were sure you had left charging on your nightstand, the cool sheet glossed over your skin causing a shiver to roll through your spine. Yet another reminder of the lack of your boyfriend's warm torso next to you. How great.

It wasn’t as if this was an unusual occurrence. Lucifer had made a habit of drifting back towards his study in the early hours of the morning, unable to let the paperwork stew in his mind any longer. It had been months since you had woken up in your lovers embrace- after all, duty called.

Unlocking your phone screen you were greeted with another unwelcome scene- not a single text from him. At least you had a few other notifications to entertain yourself: Majolish’s latest drop, an alert that your Akuzon package had shipped, and of course, a few messages from your favorite brothers.

“Happy New Years Eve!!!” A text from Asmo read, along with a photo of himself with a breakfast mimosa. You smiled softly to yourself, knowing he was probably holed up in his closet right now, preparing himself for his extraness of the celebration tonight. You figured you would join him once you were up and feeling like a human again- he had told you he had a ‘very special’ outfit in order for you tonight, and wouldn’t let you get out of a good pregame and prep with him. After all, a mimosa didn’t sound half bad.

“Save one for me!” you replied, sending a kissing Demoji back his way. While you were waiting for his response, you swiped your way to your next text.

“Hey human, don’t forget about the Gala tonight. Do you know what you’re wearing yet?” Mammon’s contact image grinned up at you from the top of your screen. As if you could forget about that damn Gala… Lucifer had been prepping it for the past few weeks now. The extra load had done nothing but sour his mood and pry you away from him, always claiming that Diavolo was relying on him to make this the biggest bash so far, and that he would have to take a rain check on whatever plans you had made. Trying not to let the bitterness wash over you, you quickly busted out a reply.

“Not yet, but I’m sure Asmo has something planned. What about you?” Mammon was already typing almost as soon as you hit send.

“Bout to look as sexy as ever, dropped a pretty penny on a new suit. Almost killed me though, but DAMN am I gonna look fine.” Another grin graced your cheeks.

“I’m sure you will, Mamoney.”

“Wear that gold necklace I like, then we can match.”

“I’ll try and convince Asmo to fit that into my wardrobe, but no guarantees. You know how he is. I can’t get a word in when he has a plan in mind for my outfit.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Just as you were about to respond, another message came through, halting your speeding fingers.

“By the way, Lucifer asked me to drive you tonight, and to keep you entertained, or somthin. So meet me in my room after getting ready. So don’t take too long doing your fancy shit, im not trying to be late and get my ass torn into.”

Of course. Why would Lucifer, your boyfriend, make time to escort you to the dance? He was busy with more important things. Like always. You thought back to earlier this week, when you had gone to his room after dinner in an attempt to get some alone time with your now-absentee lover.

———

You were sitting crosslegged on his bed, watching him drone over some paperwork for the hundredth time. The perfectionism in him could not be stopped, be it hell or high water. While you gazed at him solemnly, he finally acknowledged your presence, voice cutting through the air sharply.

“Just so you’re aware, I will likely be busy the night of the party. Diavolo has some very important guests coming, and it will be my job to host them. Am I clear?”

His final statement sent a cold blade right through your heart. You understood he had responsibilities, and you would never want to get in the way of that. You were always there to support him, and your patience had been unwavering so far. Although you visited him for your needs, just a little love, you never pushed him to abandon his work. And here he was, acting as if you were a spoiled, needy brat, like you were going to throw a fit at the slightest diversion of his attention.

You spoke slowly and methodically, serious tinging the edge of your words.

“Firstly, please don’t speak to me like I’m one of your brothers. I respect your boundaries, and your work, and have never once attempted to cross the lines you have set for us.”

With a sigh, he hung his head in exhaustion. Dropping the pen he was gripping onto his desk, he swiveled the chair toward you, now looking directly into your rosed face. His silence told you to continue, so you surged foreword.

“Secondly, I will not bother you on New Years. I know this is important to you. I know that’s why you’ve been so distant, and even cold to me, recently. But I have one request.”

“Which is?” He prompted softly, resting his head on his laced fingers. Warm red eyes watched you intently.

“It’s a tradition in the human world to share a kiss with the one you love on midnight. It’s a promise of prosperity, and love, and hope for a new beginning. I would appreciate it if you could find me before the clock chimes, spend a minute of your time with me, to celebrate us for a moment.” Your voice began to crack, and you leaned your head foreword so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t ask much of you, Lucifer. I’m only asking for a minute of your time. I just want to have that one moment of happiness, just for us.”

The silence echoed through the room again. You could hear the sound of him breathing, matched with your ragged ones as you attempted to choke the tears back down into your throat. You didn’t want to cry over him- over this. After a moment, a soft clack of his shoes across the floor joined the chorus you two had created.

A soft gloved hand reached under your chin, gently gliding your face to look up at him. You could see the warmth in his gaze as he stared at you, frustration having melted away with your pleas. Now it only held the kind adoration you were used to seeing in Lucifer- your old Lucifer. Watching it made you ache for the days when he would look at you like that while you were snuggled up together, drunk on nothing but each other.

“Don’t cry, my dove.” His thumb brushed a hot tear from your cheek. “I understand I have not been myself recently, have been to selfish in my pursuits and mindless of your needs. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He leaned foreword and pressed a feather light kiss against your forehead. The butterflies in your chest that you could only associate with him began to stir again, wings rusty from lack of use, but not frozen yet. “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I will be there at midnight, my dear.”

He reached his hands underneath your knees and lifted you gently into his chest, holding you as if you were made of glass and might shatter any second. You curled tightly into the embrace, nuzzling into his strong shoulder and grasping tightly ahold of his shirt.

“Let’s go to bed now. You have nothing to worry about when you’re with me. I will take care of everything.”

Before you drifted off to sleep, now tucked tightly in his arms, he placed another soft kiss against the back of your neck, right behind your earlobe. The drowsiness was washing over you in waves, the exhaustion of finally letting your emotions flow, and being back where you belonged, tucked tightly into his embrace, was begging to pull you into a deep, relaxing slumber. “I love you, MC. Please don’t forget that.”

——-

12:30 PM

Once you had composed yourself and showered, you made your way to Asmos room. You had barely knocked on the door before it swung open and a perfectly manicured hand had grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, nearly causing you to trip over your feet and bring both you and your assailant toppling.

“Woah there, tiger!” You laughed as Asmo plopped you down on his plush comforter and forced a freshly bubbling mimosa into your hand. He stood back, grin wide and arms open as if to say ‘yeah, you fucking know I’m the best!’

“I’ve really outdone myself this time.” He chimed, settling his hands on his hips. When you looked at him skeptically, he waved you away, turning back towards his closet. “No, seriously, I should win an award or something. You, darling, are about to be the talk of the town tonight! I knew I was a genius, but who knew I could pull this off-“

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, taking a sip out of the cold flute in your hand. “We get it, you’re a savant, an icon, revolutionary-“

“Don’t forget devilishly handsome!” He cooed back, digging through his endless closet before pulling out a long white dress bag.

“-and devilishly handsome.” You finished, smiling. “Now can I see the dress?”

Settling a hip on his slender waist and holding the dress bag up in the air, he frowned at you. “You know, I should give you a lesson about how patience is a virtue, and whatnot,” You cocked an eyebrow at him skeptically. Virtues weren’t exactly what these boys were known for. “But I can’t wait either!”

He reached up and pulled the zipper down the front, and an audible gasp escaped your throat, completely stunned by its contents. The hand that wasn’t holding your champagne shot to your mouth, and you stared up at him in awe.

“Asmo… I don’t even know what to say. It’s gorgeous.”

“You can say I’m the best!” A welcome giggle left as you beamed up at him.

“When you’re right, you’re right!” You admitted, shaking your head. “You really are the best, Asmo.”

“Okay, okay, now let’s hurry and get your hair and skin prepped. This is about to be an all day affair, so let me know when you need your next glass and prepared to be pampered by the finest demon in all of the Devildom.”

——

6:30 PM

After a few hours of doing your hair, makeup, nails, and a few more glasses of champagne, you made your way over to Mammon’s room at last. With a soft rap on his door and a “Come on in, dummy!” You entered.

Mammon was currently preening himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair the way you knew he thought looked just right. When he caught a glimpse of you in the mirror, he spun on his heels so fast it nearly caused him to trip, as if to make sure what he had seen in the reflection wasn’t some mysterious illusion.

“Holy shit-“ he croaked, coughing in his elbow to clear his throat. “You look fucking amazing.” You watched a blush slowly rise up his throat as he caught himself. He stood up straighter and attempted to compose back to his normal, detached (rude) demeanor- the tsundere wall breaking only for a moment.

“I mean, for a human, ya know. By Devildom standards you might as well be wearing dishrags, but cant blame you for that.” You laughed warmly, knowing that Mammon’s original reaction was the only one you could take seriously. After almost two years of living with your best friend, you’ve learned not to take his insults to heart.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Mammon. I dig the suit.” Instantly, you watched pride course through his veins at your compliment. It was true, he did look absolutely gorgeous as always- his snowy hair matched the white tailored fabric of his suit, carefully engrained with gold, spiraling details. The pale tones matched beautifully with his tan skin, the gold bringing out the yellow flecks in his eyes. His undershirt was unbuttoned so you could see the toned muscles on his chest, and a golden chain hung gracefully on his collarbones.

“I do look pretty damn good, don’t I?”

“You always do Mam, that’s your blessing and your curse.” You reached down to fiddle with the clutch Asmo had given you, an ornately detailed square bag covered in what looked like real crystals. The diamonds matched the rhinestones on the base of your long, nude nails, which Asmo had so painstakingly done himself. “Are you ready to go?”

Mammon strode foreward and grabbed his keys from behind you, jangling them loudly for good measure. You grinned, happy to at least have someone escorting you tonight. “Let’s blow this popsickle stand!” He called, already out the door. You followed dutifully, shutting the door behind you and racing after Mammon towards the garage.

“Wait up!”

“You better hurry up, human! I heard there’s caviar at this party, and I am not about to wait for you and let Beel get to the snack table first!”

——

8:12 PM

You had seen Diavolo’s castle before, even for some incredible occasions, but never like this.

A red carpet was laid down across the steps leading towards the ballroom, padding the clacking of your heels as you hoisted yourself to the entrance. Two gigantic marble doors had been propped open, allowing you view into the most gorgeously decorated room you had ever seen. Across the ceiling hung a chandelier that glistened in the golden light, reflecting small beams across the entire dance floor. The marble columns had been draped in shimmering fabrics, and small crystal drops had been suspended from the ceiling, adding to the glimmering ambiance. Above the throne was a giant gilded clock, golden hands slowly counting down towards midnight.

You took note of the princes guests, all inhumanly beautiful and donned in sharp fitting formal ware, chatted with each other over glasses of the finest liquor money had to offer. As you walked last the doorman, he nodded, and you bowed in thanks. It had taken a while, but the guards had begun to recognize you as a regular, and you were no longer bothered about your attendance, but greeted as welcome guest.

Immediately as you entered the threshold, you were ambushed by one your fellow housemates, striding over to say hello to you and Mammon. The demon raised the hand holding the cocktail in recognition to you, the other green tipped fingers tucked snugly into his robe.

“You glow up nicely, MC.” Satan greeted, flashing his signature grin. It was still difficult for you to tell when his smile was faked and when it was real, but you were learning slowly.

“Are you trying to say I don’t always look like I spent 5 hours being Asmo’s personal dress up doll?” you put your hand against your chest, feigning offence. Satan chuckled slightly, and you watched the humor meet his eyes.

“Whatever Asmo did, he did a great job.” The handsome blonde turned to glance at Mammon, who had been standing guard behind you. You recalled one time a few months ago when you and Mammon had gone shopping, Mammon had surged ahead while excitedly mumbling something about ‘a place where he can get his sunglass rims gold plated’. In his overt excitement, your protector had been completely, blissfully unaware of the struggle that was going on behind him between you and a pair of twin demons, who had managed to get a disgusting claw over your mouth and were now dragging you away. He had come to his senses eventually, once your scent had grown suspiciously weak (thankfully!), and now refused to let you out of his sight at any particular outing.

“If you’re on guard duty tonight, you’re going to have your work cut out. Try not to let them get stolen away, would you? That would put quite the damper on the party.”

Mammon’s face flushed red with annoyance. “I’m not about to let em get napped, dickbag!” he flung his hands up in frustration, much to Satan’s amusement. “I’ll have ya know, they’re definitely the safest with me. If it was any of you watching over em, then I’d be worried!”

Another three or four almost-disasters flashed through your mind, but said nothing. Mammon always managed to get you back eventually.

“Whatever you say, StupidMammon.” Before the pale haired demon could retort, Satan turned his gaze back on you. “Diavolo was just asking where you were. He’s over by the throne, and I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to pay him a visit. Come see me again later?” You offered, happy to see yet another familiar face.

“Of course. And if Mammon gets on your nerves at all tonight, come find me.”

“Will do!” you grinned, and heard your demon aggressively scoff behind you.

“Hey! Where do you get off saying shit like that? They couldn’t EVER be annoyed by the Great Mammon!”

“Come on, Mammoney,” you swiveled to beam at him. His eyebrows were scrunched in aggravation, and you almost giggled. He reminded you of a spoiled child who didn’t get his favorite toy, and it was simulatiously annoying to deal with and adorable to watch. “I’d like to go see Diavolo.” He “humphed” emphatically and crossed his arms roughly over his chest, still upset by the implication that you would ever be bothered in his presence.

“Pleeeeeeeeease?” Setting a hand on his bicep, you tried batting your eyes at him. He ignored you, turning his head away. You knew he was weak for your puppy dog eyes, which you often employed in times of need or stubbornness, and he desperately attempted to avoid. “Aww, come on, Mammoney. You know I could never get annoyed by my first man.” Watching his nose stain with pink, he shrugged his shoulders dramatically, slowly letting down his defenses.

“Fine,” he conceded, throughing his hands into the air in exasperation. You grasped his elbow, pulling it down to entwine it with you own. You were going to need stability to get up those stairs, and were very thankful for the support of the fluffy haired boy next to you. “Let's go see em. But if you think I care if you get swooped away by some lesser demon after that remark, you’d be mistaken!”

—-

9:03-

Arm and arm, you approached the throne, hiking the edge of your dress up to keep from tripping over your toes. You took your time to decipher a path through the laughing and twirling couples. Feeling a few of their glares burrowing into you, you forced your back straighter and held your head higher. Nobody would attack you at Diavolo’s party, you were sure of that- but you still refused to show any hint of weakness to the assailants. It wasn’t in anyone’s benefit for you to cower and snivel and hide away from their gaze.

When Diavolo caught sight of you making your way toward him, he politely halted his conversation with whatever noble he had been talking to and turned to you, arms wide and grinning up to his eyes.

“My favorite exchange student has arrived, at last!” He chimed as you neared him. You let go of the hem and grinned knowingly at the king, curtsying in gratefulness at his warm welcoming.

“I’m your only exchange student now, your Majesty.” Rising to your feet, you smirked knowingly at the prince. “I appreciate the compliment, however.” Diavolo’s grin was infectious as always, breaking you out in a wide smile from ear to ear. His charm was certainly unmatched.

“Will you ever stop calling me ‘Your Majesty?’” The handsome royal frowned playfully. His well groomed crimson hair let loose a lock of hair, which he pushed knowingly back. “You make me sound like such an old bag.” You chuckled warmly.

“You are an old bag though, your highness.” He sighed, shaking is head in acknowledgement.

“I suppose you’re right.” A glimmer caught in his eye as he took you in once more. “You are ravishing as always, but tonight you look exceptionally radiant. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You glanced down at yourself, appreciating for the umptenth time that evening how intricately your outfit had been designed. Red bottomed glittery heels helped your legs look like they stretched on forever, silver strings weaving around your calves and up to your thighs, pulling the eyes upward. The dress Asmo had donned you in was ‘one of a kind,’ he claimed- designed by Giani Versace in an exclusive deal with the demon ‘to avoid endless eons of torture via the pits of hell.’ You had laughed at the time, but you didn’t know if you should’ve taken him seriously or not- the dress was so completely stunning in a way you could potentially see as being unholy. It had two diamond bespeckled straps that led down into a deep V across your chest, then folding in to wrap around your stomach and sinch your waist into an hourglass. The fabric then settled on your hips, flowed down your legs, and split at the top of the thigh, exposing one leg to the evening air. The whole thing looked like it had been made of stars, the material glimmering even more in the reflection of the chandelier and the warm light cast by the lanterns on the walls.

A pink speckled your cheeks as your turned you gaze back on the prince,a surge pride following closely behind. “I heard this was supposed to be your greatest bash so far. I figured I should dress accordingly.”

“Well, you do look absolutely stunning, darling.” Diavolo reached forward and grabbed your hand in his warm grasp, pulling it forward to his lips.

Once he had risen, he flashed you a smile containing rows of bright white teeth, and then turned back to the company which he had previously been attending to. “Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my honored guest, MC. They’re a human currently residing with us in the Devildom.” He took your hand gingerly in his again, and began to lightly guide you to the small crowd of 6-8 people. “Please, allow me to introduce you.”

———-

10:56 PM

The nobles were surprisingly polite and gracious in your presence. You exchanged names and stories, laughing cumulatively at the prince's occasional jest. One of the women- a lengthy, ethereal Succubi- introduced herself as Amadorra. Her pale blue dress looked heavenly against her dark skin, golden eyes catching in the light and sparking like flecks of precious metal in a riverbank. She had left her partners side to join you at yours, leaning in and making several quips at the crowds expense and earning as many hushed chuckles in return. You didn’t have many, if any, female friends in the Devildom, and your heart warmed at the thought of her graciousness in offering that to you.

“So,” she grinned mischievously, flashing a pair of pearly canines, “which one is yours?” She glanced at the crowd, gesturing to where a few of your demons had gathered. You could see Mammon’s hair flopping wildly as he gestured something at Belphie, obviously annoyed by whatever the dark haired demon had said to tease him. You smiled softly to yourself. Satan leaned up against a nearby wall, enjoying the show, while Levi was crouched down next to him, deep in some game on his portable Snitch console. Beelzebub was still gathering stuff from the buffet, and you could see shocks of pink hair whizzing through the crowd as Asmo entertained his many suitors on the dance floor.

You took a sip of your wine.

“Who says I’m anyone’s?” You questioned playfully. She smirked back, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, honey. No one like you could stay single in the Devildom for long.” A blush creeped into your cheeks at her compliment, but you shrugged it off. Sighing dramatically, you gave in.

“Fine, you caught me.” You pushed the hair off your shoulders, and she raised her chin in victory.

“But, it’s none of the above,” you corrected, gesturing to your housemates. She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

“Oh, is that so?”

“That it is, beauty. My significant other is off entertaining some of Diavolo’s finest for the evening.” It was your turn to raise your head in pride, although you can’t say it didn’t sting to admit out loud that Lucifer wasn’t beside you. She seemed to pick up on this, and clicked her tongue softly in disapproval.

“When you look like that?” Her gold fingernails gestured up and down at your extravagant dress. You confessed you were a bit annoyed that, after all of the four hours it had taken you to squeeze into this thing, endure the treatments from Asmodeus, and make sure not a hair was out of place he still hadn’t seen you, you didn’t want the hurt to show through. You had more pride than that.

“His loss.” You tutted, draining your glass. You looked over your shoulder thoughtfully. “Speaking of, I haven’t seen him all night. I wonder where he’s off to.”

“Tall? Dark? Annoyingly handsome? Looks like he’s disapproving of your very existence always?” Amadorra questioned, counting off traits on her manicured claws.

“Yup, that would be him.” You sighed, glancing back at the brunette. She eyed you thoughtfully. You wondered briefly if she was telepathic, her golden irises burrowing into your soul.

“I believe he’s escorting a witch named Bella through the castle currently.” The demon flicked her hand, and you swore you watched more wine appear in her cup. When you looked inquisitively at her, she flicked a finger at yours, and you watched a sparkling liquid fill up your flute. Nifty trick. “She asked him to show her around after our original tour. Apparently she was interested in some of the old paintings, but it sounded like a pass if I’ve ever heard one.”

You felt a heat fill your chest, jealousy bubbling just beneath the surface. Of course, you thought bitterly. He’s with some witch right now, cause that’s where his priorities lie. Instead of being here with me. You choked down the agitation, refusing to let the emotion take hold of you. Envy was Levi’s thing, and he could have it. Green wasn’t your color, anyway.

An huff left your chest and you glanced at the girl before you, but she just help her hands up in surrender. “I just tell it like I see it.” Pushing your hair up, you smiled gratefully at her. She had been sweet and kept you engaged for most of the evening, telling stories and cracking jokes. You were happy she told you about Lucifer- you hadn’t seen him all night, and you were beginning to worry. Although the subject matter wasn’t great, that wasn’t her fault.

“I appreciate your company, Amadorra. Thank you for hanging out with me.” She smirked her wide grin again, fangs flashing in the twinkle of the lights.

“Anytime.”

“I should probably go grab something to eat and sit down for a second- these Louboutins are going to make my feet bleed any second now and Asmodeus will throw a fit if I ruin these shoes.” You quipped, and she nodded. “I would too!”

Before you ran off, she leaned in and gave you a light hug, neither of you wanting to spill your drinks. Grasping ahold of your wrist before she pulled away, she gave it a soft tug and informed you that you should come back and join them later, once you rested. You assured her you would, waved at Diavolo, and turned to guide yourself back down the steps and onto the main floor of the ball room.

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11:37 PM

The evening air chilled against your skin and you exited onto the balcony. Bumps erupted on your flesh as you shivered, shifting so that way the faux fur coat Asmo had lent you fell more solidly over your shoulders. The weather in the Devildom was always erratic- often changing from something reminiscent of a summer day to a frigid December evening in a matter of hours. Wind whistled through the air, biting at your lips and cheeks. Why you had thought this would be a good meeting place you’ll never know, but you were determined to follow through and not give Lucifer another reason to disappear.

You snuggled deeper into your coat and walked to the edge, resting your elbows over the deck. The ceiling of the Devildom sparkled like rhinestones as the light of the city bounced back, catching on the precious stones and shimmering like stars.

It almost looks like the real thing. Nostalgia began to creep into your heart slowly but surely, wrapping around your chest like a coil. When was the last time you had felt sun, real sun? Or the last time you could look up and see the moon changing with the days? It was so easy to lose track of time here without cardinal signs, without the seasons, without the leaves changing, without day turning to night and back again.

What a brutal twist of fate that you ended up here. Memories stung your mind of when you first arrived, the nights you spent alone in your bed, mourning the loss of your life on Terra Firma. You were sure your friends were missing you, or worse- thought you were dead. You were trapped in an unknown place, with terrifying creatures, your life being threatened at every turn. It was shocking you had even made it this far.

Still, you had adapted. You had befriended your captors. You made a life in this barren hellscape. And yet still, it still didn’t feel real. It was touchable, seeable, smellable. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were stuck in a dream world, unable to wake up.

Part of you ached for home. Part of you couldn’t bear it if you left.

When you let out the breath you had been holding, it steamed the air around you. You lifted the sleeve of your coat to shield your face and warm your nose, which you could tell was close to running.

Alone again.

There were plenty of times when the boys took up your attention, when they dawned over you, when they went out of their way to spend time with you, but ever since you started dating Lucifer, things had changed. He could be possessive, snapping at times when one of the boys had innocently fallen asleep in your bed during a movie marathon, even though he hadn’t been there to watch it with you. He would be in a mood when you came back from the club while he was working late, even after asking you not to bother him. Lucifer, despite his virtues, had let his pride leak into your relationships with his brothers, sticking a wall up between you. Isolated, you spent many evenings alone and wanting.

Why can’t he just be there?

Does he not care about me at all?

A chime snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to swivel back towards the ball room. A crowd had gathered around the base of the clock, watching as the clock made its final round towards the New Year.

One minute left to go.

11:59 PM-

He’s not going to show.

Once it entered your mind, it spread like a virus, ravaging any other thought until it was the only one that remained.

I asked one thing of him, you thought bitterly, and he can’t even bother to show up?

We’re at the same party!

He’s off somewhere with Bella, too busy to be bothered by his doting girlfriend.

Your eyes scanned anxiously through the crowd, desperately trying to catch any sight of the eldest avatar. You wanted to deny so desperately what you knew was true- either he had forgotten, or he just didn’t care. Panic slowly began to rise in your chest.

People chattered excitedly as they watched the clock creep closer and closer to its goal. You could hear the popping of your champagne next to you, forgotten. Your ears began to ring.

A shock of black hair entered your vision, and you almost felt elated.

Lucifer’s midnight black suit fit like a glove, perfectly gripping him in all the right places. You were sure it had been tailor made for him, the way he moved in it so elegantly.

This must’ve been what he looked like as an angel.

The second you had thought it, you knew it was true- he exuded a beauty and power that caused the people in front of him to part ways and let him pass. His eyes shifted like rubies in the light, not a single hair out of place. Your breath caught in your throat as you took him in, finally in his element- basking in the awe of all his peers.

Then, as the crowd parted, you caught a glimpse of his newest accessory.

Bella.

10!

She was almost as gorgeous as him, you realized. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, complimented by a pair of blood red lips. Straight black hair dropped down her shoulders and down to her waist, long red nails highlighting her slender fingers. The dress she wore fit in all the right places, pulling her waist in and accentuating her already prominent hourglass shape.

When you looked at them, it immediately struck you how much they looked like a pair. Red and black and gold, their colors blended in a perfect match, almost like it was planned. She was graceful, he was domineering. He was strong, she was lithe. He was a demon, and she, his sin.

Bella’s cherry red lips parted and said something you couldn’t hear. A smile spread across his normally stoic face. Your heart jolted.

Lucifer leaned down so she could hear him. He spoke slyly, and a laugh shook through her body.

She reached her red tipped talons into her crystal encrusted clutch and pulled out a single silver tube. Unclipping it, she spun out her sharpened lipstick.

He stared as she carefully applied the tint. Bella eyed him thoughtfully, long black lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him.

The witch popped her lips to smooth out the pigment. You swore you watched his eyes darken.

She placed that same hand against his chest. Lucifer didn’t move away.

Bella pushed up onto her toes. He leaned down to hear what she wanted to whisper so softly in his ear.

She slid her hand up to his neck and grabbed him gently. Lucifer’s eyes widened as she pulled him down to her.

Happy New Year!

She placed a soft kiss against his lips.

When did you forget how to breathe?

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