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midnightsunnyday · 2 years

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Your Little Admirer

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Lucifer receives a confession from someone that he least expected. No warnings.

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"Hello? Is anyone present? You requested for me to come here, yes?" Lucifer said in no particular direction.

The letter had been slipped under the council room door, the culprit in question running off before Lucifer could spot them. At first, he thought it a joke. The penmanship was barely legible and written in what looked to be pink crayon of all things. It read: meet me in the RAD Gardens at noon. There's something I'd like to give you!

Though he could've easily tossed the letter aside, curiosity had gotten the better of him. Who could be so bold as to demand a summons from him? A few culprits fit the bill, Mammon especially being one of them, or possibly Satan and Belphegor, waiting to play yet another one of their "well-planned" pranks.

Even so, Lucifer waited, having chosen to rest on one of the garden's many benches for the time being. He knew why, of course. Such confessions happened nearly every week or so. The whole thing reminded him of something out of one of Levi's--what did he call them--otome? Despite it being the lunch hour, no one seemed to be within the RAD Gardens during this time of day. It was secluded, romantic, and for the soon-to-be-rejected, comforting.

Yet whoever called him here was clearly taking their precious little time. Had it been colder, his annoyance would be tenfold, yet the weather was a warm retrieve compared to the blistering winter before it. Deadman roses had bloomed along the garden’s pathways, their petals full and spiraling outward as if beckoning one forward, only to realize too late their true nature, as a certain overly curious human learned the hard way, all limbs and appendages intact, thankfully.

Lucifer smirked. It seemed the exchange student who’d caused him so much grief refused to allow his mind to rest despite their absence. And yet he could see their image waltzing through the mists of his boredom. From beyond the vined archway, with gift in hand, they would appear before him and say...

“...Lucifer. There's...something I've been meaning to tell you.”

Ah yes, the moment he’s been waiting for. After all, there was never really any doubt that they would choose him.

"Then come. Come and tell me what it is your heart has been aching to reveal."

And that's when they'd tell him everything. The constant going alongs with his brothers, the half-hearted flirting, all were mere pleasantries, simple distractions from the feelings that they tried so hard to subdue.

Lucifer scoffed. "And you expect me to beleive such stories?"

"But it's true, my love," they cried. "Since the moment I was brought here to this dark, dreadful place, I knew you--and only you-- would be the one I'd fall for."

And finally, when they could no longer bear waiting a moment longer, they'd rush forward, throwing themselves into his arms, cold and shaken from the rain. (the rain simply being added for dramatic effect. Tis his fantasy, after all).

"Please," they begged. "Just please say you'll be mine."

Lucifer tucked their chin between his fingers. "Of course, my love. I never doubted your convictions for a moment. Now then, how should I punish you for allowing me to wait this long? Though I might consider forgiveness if—“

“--Excuse me?"

That was…not a human's voice. In fact, its essence was too small and held little power to be theirs. Lucifer gazed around.

"Down here! Down here!" The voice repeated.

Lucifer looked down, way down. Before him stood…honestly, he wasn’t quite sure what they were. Demons, apparently. Or maybe “tiny void creatures” would be the correct terminology? Furthermore, were they born with such large hats or are they merely accessories? And what of the bowties? How do they attach them if they have no necks or corporal form? Also—

“—Hello? Sir Lucifer?” the Little D spoke.

Lucifer blinked. “Little D…Number Five?"

"That's...that's right!" No. 5 said, their form shivering at the apparent remembrance of their title. In their…hands were a tiny bag of cookies wrapped in a sparkling blue bow. No. 5 stretched out their arms and bowed. “For you, Sir Lucifer. I made them myself.”

“Is that right?” Lucifer gave the cookies a look over. Star shaped and sprinkled with blue glitter at that. A common theme, but apt, he thought.

“For you see I...I...I really like you, Sir Lucifer!" They practically squealed into the heavens. "I always see you about the castle with Lord Diavolo, yet I've never gotten the chance to confess my true feelings until now. I only hope that you take these cookies as a show of my eternal affections."

Lucifer blinked for what seemed like the hundredth time. Though he knew the Demon Lord's Castle was filled with Little D's attending to various tasks, he rarely paid them much attention unless addressed. Never truly going out of his way to befriend them, yet remained cordial all the same. Now that he thought about it, there was always the feeling of him being watched throughout the castle. He just hadn’t been able to place his finger on it until now.

No. 5 remained still, eyes clenched shut. Poor thing was as red as a bloody stump. Rejecting love confessions had become almost like a ritual for Lucifer, yet he never held this much conflict over bringing down the knife, so to speak. It was like kicking a puppy, and he adored Cerberus.

“That's very kind of you,” Lucifer spoke. "However...I must decline your precious offer."

No. 5 frowned, their arms sinking to their sides. "Oh...I see. So you’re spoken for, huh?”

Lucifer coughed. “Well, no. Not necessarily.”

“Then you’re still single?” No. 5’s eyes perked up.

“Yes, but--"

"--So then you can accept my affections?"

"I couldn't possibly--"

“--Oh, I get it. You’re one of those “emotionally constipated” types. I heard Lord Diavolo say that—I mean, not that it was about you or anything,” No. 5 said with a nervous laugh. “Um, you’ll still take my cookies, right?”

On second thought, maybe I should stab them. Lucifer sighed the kind of sigh that he usually only held for his brothers. "Regardless of my…emotional disposition, I couldn't rightfully accept your cookies. To do so would be insincere of me and may lead to..." Lucifer cleared his throat, "unfortunate conclusions."

"I...I understand," No. 5 hung their head, eyes on the verge of tearing over.

A shriveled, black part of Lucifer heaved and hacked from the dust of disuse. He couldn’t allow it to end this way. After all, he was the devil, not a monster.

"However,” Lucifer continued, “I can tell you made these with all your heart. Rarely does one approach me in such a rousing manner and I admire your forwardness. My hope is that you continue to be so bold in everything that you do.”

No. 5 sniffled, still looking towards the ground. "You...you really mean it, Sir Lucifer?"

"I do. Please promise me that you'll continue to be as you are now, especially when it comes to helping Diavolo and Barbatos."

No. 5, whose face had been riddled with sadness, perked up like a ball of pure light. "Sir Lucifer...yes! Yes, I will! I promise!"

Well, that was surprisingly simple. Lucifer patted their head and a wave of gentle purs reverberated through his hand, something he couldn’t help but smile at it. "I'm glad to hear it. Now, be safe on your way back to the castle. I'm assuming Barbatos gave you permission to be here, yes?"

"M-maybe. I'm allowed to go places too, you know." No. 5 fiddled with their hands. "But please don't tell him!"

Lucifer chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't tell him. Yet do hurry back."

No. 5 gave a fanged grin before zipping into a darkened corner of the garden, going wherever Little D's go when they disappear into the shadows.

Lucifer stood in silence. As endearing as that moment was, hopefully no one would ever know of it. Satan would have a field day and the others would never let him live it down. Yet such a display of honest affection did give him an idea. Pulling his D.D.D from his coat pocket, Lucifer quickly scrolled to the name of his precious human. Whatever the outcome, he too, would be just as forward.

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That evening, within the Demon Lord's Castle, Little D. No. 5 found a nice little corner to slump down into and think. Even with Sir Lucifer's encouraging words lingering through their thoughts, after doing all that boasting to the other Little D's, there's no way they could show their face to them again. They could die, really they could!

"And are you sure this is the right way?" a voice questioned.

"Yep! There's definitely something tasty down this hall!" answered the other.

"Eep!" No. 5 tucked themselves into a little ball. That was definitely No. 6 and No. 2 coming to find them. As the patter of their feet came closer, a small laugh was heard. No. 5 peeked upward and suddenly they forgot all about dying and wanted to commit murder instead.

"Oh, so it's you." No. 2 shook his head. "I told ya he wouldn't accept them."

"Oh, hush you!" No. 5 shouted. Even if he was right, that doesn't mean he had to say it.

"At least you tried," said No. 6, patting them on the back. "It isn't easy for us to be seen, but you showed him."

"I guess so," No. 5 looked down at their bag of perfectly decorated cookies. "But what am I to do with these?"

No. 5 drooled, a dazed look in their eyes. “Can I eat them?”

“No!"

"No. 2? No. 6?” Barbatos called not far behind. “Were you able to find them?”

No. 2 grinned. "Now you’re busted.”

To which No. 5 groaned. They didn't mean to leave the castle without permission, yet they couldn't just let their feelings go unknown. They had to risk it, even if it made Master Barbatos angry.

"Ah, there you are," Barbatos said, kneeling down to meet No. 5. "We were searching all over the castle for you. Why would you retire to such a place?"

"I'm...I'm sorry, Master Barbatos," No. 5 cried. "Please don't be mad. Please don't."

"Why would I ever be upset?" Barbatos voice was like a gentle hug. "I'm just relieved that you're home safely. The others informed me that you had something very important to take care of today. Were you able to achieve it?"

“Guess there’s no point in hiding them.” No. 5 rose from their corner, and with a small, weary hand, showed Barbatos their bag of cookies. "He—I mean, I guess it didn’t work out."

Barbatos gently grabbed the bag, gazing at its contents. "Is that right? Well then, it would be a shame if something so beautifully made went to waste. How about we all enjoy them together with some tea?"

"Really?"

"Certainly.”

No. 6 bounced and bounced some more. "Yay! Tea party! Tea party!"

"Yeah, I guess that’s alright," No. 2 said, blushing. "Yet only if it'll stop you from whining."

It was then No. 5 had a revelation. They didn't really need Sir Lucifer’s affections. Nope, not at all. Not when they had so much around them already.

And besides, no matter who the demon was, they were simply no match for Master Barbatos, that's for sure!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #omswd lucifer #obey me fic #obey me writing #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #midnightsunnyday

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cooler-ian · 1 year

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This is about the "Diavolo isn't a himbo" post @midnightsunnyday He feels to me like he has no consistency, everyone reads him differently -

(More than the other characters, yes including Lucifer, ppl who hate Lucifer are usually aware of his “softer” character traits but choose to dislike his core personality, like me lol-). He's hyper intelligent, but he's a big dumby, but he's ~sexily seductive~ but he's a baby/manchild that is wildly incapable of taking care of himself without his malewife of a butler, but he's so “thoughtful” and """sees everything""". Barbatos sees him like a god apparently but he's such a dumbass-. All of these are true and contradictory traits that Dia shows throughout the events and main story (Events more so). He's a walking paradox, sometimes its jarring how he switches it up, so consistently. Do we remember how smooth he acted in the VR capture the flag event? (The one where Mc is the flag) all his “my dear” and smooth talking it came out of nowhere, I was pleasantly surprised but the way no other character was like "hey wait wtf?" No, they just act as if he's always acted like that, at least while he was being a menace they reacted even slightly naturally, but when he's just out of character they're just like, "ya there he is"

My theory is, Diavolo is a strangely multifaceted character in an anime dating game with 11 other characters. These other characters require their own characterization, you can't choose routes, so all of them have to be featured in every event. Speaking of- the events are short and to make this character fit in with these (surprisingly) equally multifaceted characters they pick out one of his character traits and flanderized it to hell and back for one event and pick another the next. But anyways ya I love him, what do you guys think?

! Reblogs >>> Likes !

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hyper-super-clover · 3 years

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List of subjects at RAD

I've been trying to think about what classes you could take at RAD. I tried searching for canon subjects as well as what I thought would be cool.

If you have any other ideas feel free to tell me!

So far I have:

- spells, curses & hexes

- potions

- seductive speechcraft

- devildom botany

- devildom history

- demon language

- devildom law

- mathematics (even demons have to be tortured with math)

- art

- sports: divided in track & field, arial disciplines, disciplines in water, ...

- biology (demon anatomy etc)

- music: basics, instruments and vocals

- theatre

- "three realms" class Diavolo invented to teach about the celestial realm and human world

Also, after doing the OM! Tag Game, many people came up with more, cool ideas, so I'll add them here (with proper credit) to create one giant reference/ inspiration sheet 💕

- Understanding Familiars (by cometchasms )

- Devildom Beastkeeping (by omnibread1 )

- Culinary Classes (by tisafinedayforsimping & fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper )

- History of magic (by the-mourning-stars )

- Human history (by brothergojo )

- Evolution of human language (by a-chaotic-dumbass )

- Alchemy (by yourlocalsinnamonroll & densetu-wolfenius & missue-miss-blue )

- Physics of the three realms (by belphesnore )

- Transformation magic (by technogeekmituna )

- Three realms literature (by eboybeelzebub )

- Devildom economics (by butterbeair )

- Normal & Cursed photography & related media (by midnightsunnyday & anon)

- Apparition linguistics (by midnightsunnyday)

- Psychology (by jjba-actor-au )

- (human) sacrificial teachings (by jjba-actor-au )

- Illusions & Evocation (by hidemylovehidemyshame )

- Political science for all three realms (by otome-scribbles )

- Newspaper club, including yearbook writing (by a kind anon)

- Astrology (by a smart anon)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obeyme #obeymerad #royal academy of diavolo #help is appreciated!!#obey me headcanons

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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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Masterlist:

(Updated: 3-17-2021)

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT with NSFW content. I will NOT be responsible for your irresponsibility. The warnings are given for a reason. ADHERE TO THE RULES OR LEAVE.

🥀 = Angst | 🌸 = Fluff | 🌹 = NSFW/Smut

🌼 = Humor/Crack

❕More themes to come when more content is created

The Brothers:

💙Lucifer:

SFW:

Winter Storm - Part 1 🥀

Through Morning’s Rays 🌸

Red Dead Redemption Roles

Wheely Cool - Part 1 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Lemon Dreams - Part 1 🌹

💛Mammon:

SFW:

Winter Storm - Part 1 🥀

Through Morning’s Rays 🌸

Red Dead Redemption Roles

Wheely Cool - Part 1 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Lemon Dreams - Part 1 🌹

🧡Leviathan:

SFW:

Winter Storm - Part 1 🥀

Through Morning’s Rays 🌸

Red Dead Redemption Roles

Wheely Cool - Part 1 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Lemon Dreams - Part 1 🌹

💚Satan:

SFW:

Winter Storm - Part 1 🥀

Through Morning’s Rays 🌸

Red Dead Redemption Roles

Wheely Cool - Part 1 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Lemon Dreams - Part 1 🌹

💖Asmodeus:

SFW:

Winter Storm - Part 2 🥀

Through Morning’s Rays 🌸

Red Dead Redemption Roles

Wheely Cool - Part 1 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Lemon Dreams - Part 2 🌹

❤️Beelzebub:

SFW:

Winter Storm - Part 2 🥀

Through Morning’s Rays 🌸

Red Dead Redemption Roles

Wheely Cool - Part 1 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Lemon Dreams - Part 2 🌹

💜Belphegor:

SFW:

Winter Storm - Part 2 🥀

Through Morning’s Rays 🌸

Red Dead Redemption Roles

Wheely Cool - Part 1 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Lemon Dreams - Part 2 🥀

Undateables:

👹Diavolo:

SFW:

Wheely Cool - Part 2 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Nothing yet

⏳Barbatos:

SFW:

Wheely Cool - Part 2 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Nothing yet

🔮Solomon:

SFW:

Wheely Cool - Part 2 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Nothing yet

🕊Simeon:

SFW:

Wheely Cool - Part 2 🌼🌸

NSFW (18+):

Nothing yet

👼🏻Luke:

(ALL SFW, DON’T BE GROSS)

Wheely Cool - Part 2 🌼🌸

Author’s Personal Favorites of Other Creators:

📝 = writing

🎨 = visuals (art, video, meme, etc.)

Demon king returns (Part Two 2/2) - midnightsunnyday 📝

#obey me #obey me shall we date #otome #obey me masterlist #devildomdoofus #mine #my posts

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obeythebutler · 3 years

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So i watched that weird 365 movie and basically

Solomon, knowing exactly what tf he doin: Are you lost, baby girl?

Mc, cringing like no one has cringed before: Why would you say that you know how I feel-

Solomon is a little shit.

Or as @midnightsunnyday put it, a naked mole rat.

#obey me

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midnightsunnyday · 2 years

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In which MC learns air magic

Fire magic Water Magic

Mammon: man, I hate cleaning. If only there were a more convenient and efficient way to get rid of all this filth.

*silence*

Mammon: I said IF ONLY THERE WERE A MORE CONVENIENT AND EFFICIENT WAY TO GET RID OF--

MC: --DID SOMEONE SAY AIR MAGIC?

Satan, looking up from his book: literally no one said that.

Mammon: holy shit, it's a human. But this ain't your regular kinda human. This one can use magic. What kind of magic you ask?

Satan: they already told us--

Mammon: -- MOTHERFUCKING AIR MAGIC.

Satan: *sighs*

Mammon: what's that? You want to see more?

Satan: no.

Mammon: go ahead my magically inclined friend. Show em' what you got.

*MC silently chants an incantation. The air around them swirls before a small whirlwind appears. The whirlwind sweeps through the room, collecting bits of trash and dust as it goes*

Satan: oh? That's actually very impressive, MC.

Mammon: that's my human. They've been gettin' really good at practicing their magic.

Satan: without killing you, I see.

Mammon: I know, right? But that's not even the best part. Me and MC have launched our own cleaning business. The profits are 50/20.

MC: 50/50.

Mammon: ha, oh right. Forgot about that.

MC: did you also forget the part where I kicked you in the shin?

Mammon: when did ya ever--OW. Ok, point taken.

Beelzebub, pausing in the doorway: oh no.

Mammon: sup Beel. Check out MC. They're like a portable vacuum cleaner.

Beelzebub: just keep them away from the kitchen...or else.

MC: don't worry that cute, orange head of yours, Beel. I have this entirely under control.

*5 minutes later*

Lucifer: WHY IS THERE A TORNADO INSIDE OF OUR HOUSE?

Asmodeus, holding onto a table leg: oooh, this is the perfect time to take a selfie #gonewiththewindfabulous.

Lucifer: WHICH ONE OF YOU IS RESPONSIBLE FOR—

Satan, clinging to the couch for his life: what do you mean which one of us? It's MC. It's always them.

MC, hanging from the chandelier: HEY.

Lucifer: I ask you and Mammon to clean the common room and instead you do this?

MC: the vacuum was broken.

Lucifer: SO YOU SUMMONED A TORNADO?

MC: STOP YELLING AT ME.

Lucifer: MC SO HELP ME I'LL--

*a loud, growling noise rumbles the house*

Satan: Beel...was that your stomach?

Beelzebub, nails dug into the wall: why does it always have to be my stomach? And no, it wasn't.

Asmodeus: hey guys, is it me or does that tornado look angry?

MC: oh yeah, I wouldn't threaten me if I were you. Toto doesn't like it.

Asmodeus: and Toto is?

MC: the tornado. I think it's sentient.

Lucifer: ...you summoned a sentient tornado?

MC: yep. It's kind of like a dog. Watch. Toto, spit Mammon out. He's not a toy.

*the tornado whines*

MC: Toto, be a good boy and spit Mammon out.

*Mammon launches out of the tornado, plowing through the common room wall and into the kitchen. The crashing of plates and pots can be heard*

Beelzebub: OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.

Asmodeus: hey Mammon, are you dead?

Mammon: no...but it's close.

MC: sorry, Mammon.

Mammon: it's ok... I...really need to reconsider my life choices.

Lucifer: alright, this has gone on long enough. MC, you have ten seconds to get down and away from that...thing. Ten, nine, eigh--

*the tornado blows a powerful burst of air towards Lucifer, sending him flying into the kitchen. Further crashing is heard*

Mammon: *stuck inside a cabinet* sup bro?

Lucifer: *flat on his back* shut the fuck up, Mammon.

Satan: you know what? Maybe a pet sentient tornado isn't so bad.

Asmodeus: it is...kind of cute.

Leviathan: *enters room* hey, the wi-fi cut off. Did something happen to the—NANI?

Belphegor: hey, I'm trying to sleep *blinks*oh cool, MC's destroying the house again.

MC: say hi to Belphie and Levi, Toto.

*Toto barks*

Belphegor: the heck is that?

Leviathan: cool, MC's an airbender.

Belphegor: so where's Fire Lord Lucifer?

Lucifer, stepping through the hole in the wall in full demon form: you probably shouldn't have named it, MC. Otherwise, it's going to hurt a lot more once I do this.

*Lucifer snaps his fingers. The tornado cries, swelling and shifting before exploding. A large burst of air sweeps through the room, sending all the brothers flying except for Lucifer, who stands perfectly straight. Just before MC hits the ground, Lucifer jolts out his arm, catching them.

MC: *cries* TOTO, NO.

Satan, his head stuck inside the TV: this is why I read in my room.

Asmodeus, buried under a shelf: not the way I usually like to be blown.

Leviathan, on top of Belphegor: gross. TMI.

Belphegor: aw. I wanted to take it for a walk.

Leviathan: wouldn't it destroy the entire kingdom?

Belphegor: I fail to see your point. And get off of me, you're heavy.

Beelzebub, head struck in the wall: my food.

*Lucifer, dropping MC to the ground*

MC: ow! How could you? I thought you loved me?

Lucifer: you and I are going to have a long discussion about using these powers of yours IN THE HOUSE.

MC: But Luci--

Lucifer: --enough. The only words I should hear from your mouth are "Yes, Lucifer." Say it.

MC: Yes, Lucifer.

Lucifer: good. As for the rest of you, clean up this mess. I want this room back in perfect condition by the time I’m finished.

Leviathan: what? Why are we the ones being forced to help them clean?

Satan: yeah. If anything, Mammon should do it. This whole thing is just as much as his fault as MC.

Lucifer: do it or I’ll lock you all inside and cleanse the house myself…with fire.

Asmodeus: no, wait! Do you have any idea what heat of that temperature will do to my hair?

Satan: he threatened to burn us alive and that's what you're stuck on?

Belphegor: Ugh. Fine! Though I'm still considering the being burned alive option...

#cleaning out my drafts #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #midnightsunnyday

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midnightsunnyday · 2 years

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Diavolo knew silence.

Silent glares, silent cries, silent rooms with shadows that snapped and bent toward him, and the chill of those long, dreamless nights.

Unlike most children who ran into the arms of their parents when frightened, Diavolo knew that the warmth that laid beside his father was not his to receive, the king's arm cradling the empty space, face still with a tenderness that the young prince found foreign.

Come morning, there would be no acknowledgement of the single pillow and blanket that sat by the dying fireplace nor concern for the redden eyes of a boy plagued with the revelation that to be unseen and unheard is to be no more alive than a ghost.

For the unwanted child, silence is death.

Is it any wonder now, that the world he wished to create, was so loud and bright.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me fandom #om! shall we date #diavolo obey me #not sure what this is #cleaning out my drafts #midnightsunnyday

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midnightsunnyday · 2 years

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2022 Prompt List:

1. Wearing Each Other's Clothes (Lucifer x MC)

2. "You've told your parents?" (Lucifer x MC)

3. Thick as Theives (Diavolo x MC)

4. Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies (Beelzebub x Named MC)

5. "Oh no, you're a Morning Person!" (Asmodeus x Reader)

6. Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights (In Progress)

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me fluff #obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me swd #obey me fic #midnightsunnyday writes #midnightsunnyday #obey me asmo x reader #more than likely these are all going to be late lol

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midnightsunnyday · 2 years

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A Grand Admiral's Job Is Never Done

MC: thank you for inviting me with you to visit the naval base, Lord Diavolo.

Diavolo: you're quite welcome. Lucifer informed me that the current topic of your cultural studies class is "Devildom War History." Technically, I'm here on official business, but I figured that as an exchange student you'd like to experience what a Hell's Navy base has to offer. Speaking of which...

Captain Vepar: *salutes* Lord Diavolo, a pleasure.

Diavolo: MC, this is Captain Vepar. Captain Vepar, this is MC, an exchange student from the human realm.

MC: *shakes his hand* hello, sir. I've read about you in my Devildom War History course.

Captain Vepar: as you should.

Diavolo: Captain Vepar is one of the most decorated officers in Hell's Navy. The teams and ships under his command are known for their efficiency as well as their....unorthodox methods.

Captain Vepar: no need to sugar coat the truth, my Lord. The brutality of war has been nearly perfected by their kind, after all.

MC: was it...30,000 angels?

Captain Vepar: 38,000 to be precise. One needs to really sink their nails into the vertebrae, which helps for a cleaner pull. Like ripping the wings off an insect *leans in closer and smiles* or the arms off a human.

MC: *smiles back* is that so?

Diavolo: let's not tease them too much, Captain.

Admiral Vepar: apologies, my Lord. It's been a while since I've watched a human squirm before me, though this one seems...unperturbed. Are they broken?

MC: no offense, yet compared to what I've experienced so far, you might as well be asking me out to dinner.

Captain Vepar: ... *laughs* I like this one! They've got a few "marbles loose in the bowl" if you know what I mean! You'd make an excellent Sailor, regarding if you can survive the swim test.

MC: I'm good at swimming.

Captain Vepar: you have to jump 30 feet into a pool filled with lava.

MC: maybe not that good.

Captain Vepar: a Hell's Navy recruit must be prepared to physically endure any and all elements, whether that be raining glass, flesh searing snow, rivers of screaming souls in anguish. Besides, the lava pool can be quite refreshing. Helps loosen the old muscles.

Diavolo: and builds character.

*The sound of anguished screaming is heard in the distance*

MC: I...*blinks* Oh wow, check out that guy over there in the fancy uniform. Is he a...general?

Diavolo: not quite. Though he is of great importance.

MC: now that I think about it, he does look familiar...wait *squints eyes* No. That can't be...Leviathan?

Diavolo: *laughs* indeed it is. Though Grand Admiral Leviathan to be precise.

MC: WHAT?

Diavolo: oh yes. Leviathan holds the highest rank within Hell's Navy. There was suppose to be a chapter dedicated to his efforts, however such an addition was deemed too...controversial.

Captain Vepar: *mumbles quietly* damn right it was. Meanwhile, I've been working my tail off for a promotion the last 4000 years *spats* damn nepotism.

MC: whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa this has to be a joke. Maybe he's filling in for someone else? Or has a secret twin? Or maybe he has amnesia and just thinks he's a--

Diavolo: --how about we just follow him and see for ourselves? Captain Vepar, if you'll excuse us.

Captain Vepar: of course, Lord Diavolo. And take care, human. From experience, your kind tends to die quickly, yet if you ever find yourself back in the Devildom, Hell's Navy is always searching for new recruits *sighs* damn lava pool.

MC: I'll...keep that in mind.

*******

Meet Captain Vepar

Both the Devildom and Celestial Realm know him for his fearsome and calculated leadership. Legend states he is able to conjure storms, leading fleets of immesrable size and weaponry. Has been in (temporary) retirement with no wars to fight, however. Was one of the Demon King's closes allies and at on point in time, his greatest confidant. Though he respects his son Diavolo greatly, he beleives the eventual king to be lacks the brutality and willpower necessary to run the Devildom as his father did before him.

Sin: lust

Likes: the heat of battle, a good fight, relaxing in the lava pool, the vastness of the open sea.

Dislikes: surrendering, meetings, paperwork, Leviathan.

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Due to the current Twitter Exodus provoked by "He Who Shall Not Be Named," I've noticed a lot of new followers with a lot of new blogs.

Just to reiterate, this is again, an 18+ blog. Meaning I do not want anyone under the age of 18 following me or interacting with my NSFW stories or smut.

Even in saying this, there are a few of you I've noticed (and blocked) who are very obvious minors despite having 18+ or 21 on their blogs (9/10 a quick scroll through your Tumblr gives it away).

At this point, it's a little frustrating how many times I have to make this point clear. I mean, I have the thing pinned to the top of my blog! Just read it! It literally takes 2 minutes!

And please, don't lie about your age. I won't even get into the reasons why that's not an ok thing to do, especially for someone like me, who makes it very clear they don't want to interact with minors. Just please don't.

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Lucifer, clearly upset at MC but still wants their attention: MC, pass the salt.

MC: I don't have the salt.

Lucifer: Beel, pass MC the salt.

Beelzebub: *passes the salt to MC*

MC: ...

Lucifer: ...

MC: ...

Lucifer: ...MC, pass the salt.

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Belphegor's hostile relationship with Lucifer, despite their former closeness, takes on a more painful interpretation when you consider the fact that Lucifer means "morning star" and Belphegor's favorite activity is star gazing.

I wonder if Belphegor, while gazing at the stars, ever thinks of his brother's former glory? I wonder if he ever turns to Venus, the light that sits before the dawn, its beauty everlasting, and spites it?

I wonder if Lucifer, while admiring the night sky, ever gave thought to his brother's birth? I wonder if his heart rang with joy as his hand, warm and gentle, led the youngest to meet his new family? I wonder if now, he smiles at the glory of it all, and stills himself from tears?

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And One Day He'll Be Known As... ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

➠ word count: 1564 ➠ characters: Lucifer/Reader, Lucifer & Reader ➠ cw: none, yet read at your own discretion. ➠ a/n: will there ever be a day I don't write a story about this man? No, not really. Also, not really sure what this is, but I wrote it during lunch break on my phone at work after reading through a "particular book." Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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Before the day could even be called day, a light was born in a formless, empty world.

The light had no name, no shape, but it was conscious and very, very hot. In that moment, a great fear overtook it, for the light did not know these feelings it possessed, nor why it was brought forth. It then cried out into the void and from its cries, came many other lights and shapes that spiraled and crashed and split apart. It was then a voice rang out:

“Do not fear, for I am your Father, and all things that come from me are good, and from you, good things have formed."

The light then stilled, knowing that he was not alone here, and saw that these “good things” that formed were called stars and planets. And while the light was still scared, it knew that it was “good” and continued to help make good things.

For many, many, many days, the light sat and watched as the Father worked through all his creation. It saw the void split in two, and learned that the brightness would be called “day” and the darkness “night.” Its home was now above the waters, which sat atop creation, and below it, the land, the sea, and its creatures. The Father would call this little blue ball “Earth,” and was very pleased with it. And while the light did not understand, it found it…so.

Soon after, the light was given a “brother,” and that brother would help lead the Father’s children beyond the firmament. By then, the light was now “he” and given a form that pleased him, with many wings and eyes as red as fire. He even had a name, “light-bearer" and like his sibling, a purpose: to watch over creation as its guides and judges.

One day, the light-bearer stood from above, looking down upon the Earth. Despite the passage of time, there were still many things he did not understand. If all the Father’s things were “good,” then why were some things “not good?” Why did beasts of land eat the smaller beasts? Why did the moths mistake the flame for light? Why did the birds fly themselves to death? And why did humans, who’d been given eternal life, forsake it to wander the wilderness? And these strange beings with horns and wings that stalked the night and preyed upon the humans. Are they a part of the plan? Because of these questions, the light-bearer couldn’t help but ask:

“Why is it all so…flawed?”

From above, his brother--now Michael--heard him and rang out.

“What do you mean, brother?”

“To be given life is a blessing," the light-bearer said. "Yet they do nothing but die and kill things, yet Father still finds them worthy of his creation. Why?”

It was not like one of the Father’s angels to question His creation, yet the light-bearer was not like other angels. He possessed a will far greater than most, and a mouth just as harsh. He was also very beautiful, yet such things did not concern him.

Michael laughed, admiring the way his brother bathed in the light. “An ant learns to find a path over the water when another drowns to cross it. Those things that are flawed give others the knowledge to do better.”

Lucifer pondered his own creation. He himself was created, not born. “So does that mean we have no flaws?”

“The Father did not intend for us to be flawed."

"Yet how do we have the knowledge to do better if we do not learn from our mistakes?"

"We were born righteous,” Michael answered. “And those things born righteous cannot make mistakes, as we already know our path and roles within it.”

“I see.” Lucifer gazed down at the vivid blue. Despite its size, it’d all seemed so boundless, stretching on forever. These creatures, not tied by what is good or not, had been given a choice. To choose one’s path and live with the mistakes within it. Such beings would be flawed, yes, but beyond that…

“I suppose I can see the beauty in it.”

And within him grew a feeling he could not yet explain.

Of course, he did not know it then. But one day the light-bearer would come to know humanity very well. By then, he’d be known by a different name. One that the entire world would know. Not for all the good and light it helped create, but for all the evils that plagued it. A name known only as--

“—Oh, Luuucy!”

Lucifer knew of only one person who’d be polite enough to knock in this house and foolhardy to use such an embarrassing nickname. Admittedly, he found it refreshing.

“I know you can heeeere me!” You sung beyond the door.

Though if not a bit exasperating.

It was only natural that you came to him, as you did with all his brothers. You were kind, to the point of absurdity, yet it was a part of you he found charming. You entered—without answer, he’d add—holding a cup of his favorite tea, a clear means to soften the inevitable interrogation as to why, for the past several days, he hadn’t left his office. His brothers, having known the consequences of doing so, allowed him his peace. Yet you on the other hand, knew nothing of minding one’s own.

"We miss you at the table," your voice was low, biting your cheek as if to consider your next words. “How have you—"

"—I'm fine," Lucifer said, still pretending to scan through his paperwork. His response was simple. Pointed. And by your startled reaction, that should’ve been the end of it.

It wasn’t.

"I figured as much,” you said as you trotted carefully towards his desk. “Mammon said this was "normal" for you." You’d sat the cup beside him. The smell hit him with a bitter, floral odor, brewed extra strong to his liking. Your eyes lightened as you waited to see if he reached for it. He hadn’t. You inched it closer, smiling.

Lucifer removed his glasses, messaging his forehead. “Is there something that you need.”

You hummed as you tilted your head. “Not particularly.”

“So in other words, you’ve come to annoy me.” He sighed. “Wonderful.”

“Don’t think of it as an annoyance.” You plopped down into one of the chairs he kept in front of his desk. “More like helpful company.”

He hardened his gaze, yet your eyes refused to falter. Neither of you spoke, locked in a vicious game of eye-to-eye combat.

“You’re good at this,” you said. “What are you, the eye staring master?”

Lucifer tightened his lips. “I’m not playing a game.”

“That’s not what your face says.”

The grin you held continued to grow, until breaking into a fit of giggles. Without realizing, Lucifer snorted. It was small and he corrected himself immediately after, but it was too late. You’d taken his reaction as an admission of defeat, nodding your head in smug satisfaction for having managed to make the great Lucifer smile for once in his life.

“You’re truly a nuisance,” he said. He could feel his face heating. “A thorn in my side.”

“But I made you laugh, so I can’t be that bad, right?”

They were correct. But he’d never admit it. Not then, at least.

“But seriously, I don’t like seeing you cooped up doing nothing but work without break,” you said. “Maybe you’re used to it, but it’s not healthy. Even for a demon and you know…” You plucked at the skin of your fingers, a nervous tick not helped by your current predicament. “If something is wrong, you shouldn't hold it in. It's better to speak to people you love and trust."

"Oh?" He leaned forward, smiling. "And who might those people be? The ones that I love and trust?"

"Your family. Maybe Lord Diavolo," there was a brief pause, your fingers twiddling themselves together as if trying to solve a puzzle. "Or maybe you'd like...to talk to me?"

"That so? Tell me, which one do you think you’d fall into?”

“Oh.” You sat there, silent, your eyes pleading with the floor to swallow you whole. “Well you know I…it’s uh, you see—“

“—You’re right,” he spoke gently, reaching for his tea. “It would be nice to speak with someone I love and trust. Please, stay. And if you’re still interested in being helpful…” he tossed a stack of folders in front of you.

“Boo, paperwork?”

“Boo, paperwork.” He sipped his tea. Delicious, and admittedly, needed.

You pouted, yet accepted the stack nonetheless. In the silence he could feel your joy, the light dancing from your aura. It shined, almost as bright as they say his own. It’s also why, unlike anyone else that he couldn’t help but…

Well, such words were for another time, but for now…

“Thank you, for helping me,” he said.

A squeal, muffled by a cough. You were never good at hiding your emotions. “I mean, it’s no problem, really! Honestly, what would any of you do without me?”

“What would we indeed?”

How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! Or however said verse went. Yet clearly he wasn’t so low if he was still capable of a love such as this.

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With Good Intentions (Chapter Two) ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

(Chapter One) Masterlist A03

➥pairings: MC & Everyone, MC/Everyone ➥content warnings: Not Beta Read. We Cook Our Stories Like Solomon. Fighting. Family Drama. Implied/Referenced Character Death. Alcohol. Curse Language. Reader-Insert. Gender-Neutral Pronouns. Lesson 016 Spoilers. Post-Lesson 016. ➥summary: after the events of Chapter 16, the brothers and Diavolo are forced to deal with the inevitable fallback of their actions towards MC, all while attempting to help them through their growing existential breakdown. Or... what would happen if the MC didn't "serve as a bridge" for the brothers after lesson 16? How would their relationships change? And how would the brothers navigate their emotions without the MC's help? ➥a/n: chapter two took...an exceptionally long time. 2023 was not a good year and it got me feeling down about my writing, but either way, I hope you all enjoy it. Also, this chapter is a long one (4,351 words) and from Lucifer's POV. As always, take care.

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The day of Diavolo's birth was an occasion that, when first learned, filled Lucifer with dreary contempt, the hours leading up to it hazed in an overwhelming show of Dionysian blunder that would make the Greek god himself blush from embarrassment.

Every year, Lucifer worked himself past exhaustion, ensuring that every drape, every hors-d'œuvre, hell, every tile of the grand ballroom floor sparkled the way it should. And his brothers, who labored from wall to wall, hated him for it, relegating Lucifer as nothing more than Diavolo’s “perfect little lap dog.” But none of it mattered. Their wavering respect was one thing, hopefully mended with time, yet his reputation as the prince’s right hand was another; such bonds he couldn’t risk testing.

Over time, Lucifer learned to find pleasure in routine, satisfied with how everything formed together through the sway of his hands, entirely in his element. And Diavolo, in trusting him to do so, spared no effort in praising him and his brothers after, drowning them in food, Demonus, and parting with many of his gifts.

Naturally, Lucifer questioned him. Nothing is given freely, the past carved into his very bones. But Diavolo had a way of breaching past suspicions, humbling Lucifer with a boastful laugh.

“In all my years of knowing you, not once have I ever seen you as just my right hand.” Diavolo’s gaze was thoughtful, bearing down from the parapet walk of the castle. Below them was the bailey, a frenzied glow of lights and fevered guests, their voices leveling into the night. His face brightened. “This party is more than just the celebration of my birth, but all the things that came together and made it worth celebrating.”

“Meaning?” Lucifer's voice was as layered as the notes of his Demonus; dry, probing, and hesitant. He’d not known the prince to be cruel, yet kindness is often obfuscated through the guise of good deeds.

Diavolo turned to him and laughed. “It means you’re like family to me, Lucifer. Why wouldn't I want you all to share in this moment?"

Lucifer scoffed. Diavolo hadn’t much in the way of family, doubted if he even knew what the word meant, though he had a knack for flattery, he’d give him that.

“Moreover, I see you and your brothers being here as an opportunity for greater things.” Diavolo fell silent, his eyes shut in contemplation. Lucifer stood, wondering if there was a point to all this. It was cold, his drink was nearing empty, and his brothers were doing hell knows what with the other guests.

Finally: “Now, bear with me here,” Diavolo spoke, “for it’s a bit of a work in progress, but I’ve had some ideas regarding an exchange program, one where both humans and angels could attend.”

“An exchange program?” Lucifer could've snorted at the statement. It’s not as if he's here to enjoy the scenery.

“Correct,” Diavolo continued. "My dream is to create a world where all beings can coexist. I see no reason why we all must be separate and fearful of one another. And with the foundations of RAD in place along with the newly formed student council, I find such goals achievable, wouldn’t you agree?”

“My agreement isn’t necessary,” Lucifer said flatly. “Whatever you decide, I’ll procure it with all my ability.”

“I see.” Diavolo frowned. “I believe I may've "ruined the vibe," as they say. Another time, then.”

The silence between them dragged on. It was no longer awkward; just downright uncomfortable. Diavolo shifted his legs, while Lucifer readied to excuse himself. He shouldn’t leave his brothers alone for too long, and by brothers, he meant Mammon.

“Understandably, you continue to question your place here,” Diavolo’s voice was small, barely audible above the chaos, “but one day I hope you come to see my realm as more than a punishment, but as your home.”

Lucifer sharpened his eyes. If Diavolo were lying, he could use nothing—no delaying tactics, no sweat on the brow, no hesitancies—against him. The prince armed himself with child-like honesty, and Lucifer wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed or relieved.

“Family, you say?” Lucifer stared into his drink, wishing all his problems could be willed away amongst the vivid red. The guests hadn’t called him and his brothers demons but fallen, their demonic nature yet to be proved. It would be a while before he felt comfortable here, let alone taken seriously enough to be called a lord, but…

His face settled and a wry smile lined his lips. “Are you sure you’d rather not adopt a pack of rabid circus animals?”

He supposed a little effort wouldn’t harm anything.

Diavolo’s eyes widened and suddenly Lucifer regretted everything.

“Technically, the animals would be a tamer choice,” Diavolo said with a grin. “Less fighting during my meetings, no unauthorized tours of the castle, my possessions’ would remain untouched, and hardly any challenges toward my decisions.” His eyes glimmered at what Lucifer assumed was his growing embarrassment. “Though I find the antics of your brothers quite enthralling, your company included, of course.”

Lucifer looked out and the city shined back. “Enthralling would be an understatement.”

And while he hated to admit it, the Demonus was growing on him.

And so came the restless nights, the unyielding stacks of potential applicants both regular and eldritch. Ideologies swept over chess games, the clamor for a better world, with RAD as the foundation to create it. It gave Lucifer something akin to hope, like the nights when his brothers could stand to be in one room without fighting. Diavolo began to question more within him than pledged devotion. Trust and friendship were hardly given freely, and rarely was one allowed both. Be it above Lucifer to question him on either. However…

“Did you plan for Belphegor to kill me?”

Recent revelations were…worrisome.

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[Lucifer]: Good morning. Did you rest well? Are you awake?

[Lucifer]: I’ll take the read receipt as a “yes.”

The grandfather clock that struck away from the corner of his view only confirmed what his body voiced with the ache of his joints. It was morning and Lucifer—having realized the number of tasks that needed to be done for today—felt the weight of ten thousand restless nights bearing down upon him.

As much as he lectured his brothers about proper sleeping habits, Lucifer rarely, if ever, did the same, spending the past 24 hours mending back the thousand-year pieces of cultivated nerve the only way he knew how: with work.

Over time he learned that the voices inside one’s head tend to scurry when faced with 895 pages of Devildom zoning laws and temporary land use regulation. By then he missed breakfast, lunch, and dinner, stuck on the same page for what felt like hours, his eyes dry and stinging. Twice he caught himself from falling headfirst into his desk. It was all a horribly planned distraction, yet still, he refused sleep, finding his dreams too unkind.

In them, he stood outside himself, the sole audience of a scene gone wrong. It was not unlike the underground tomb, though this time he cornered you in the library, his brothers and Diavolo nowhere in sight. A bad sign.

“I met Belphegor,” you sputtered. “And I think…I think you both should speak with one another.”

“…What did you say?” His counterpart choked on his words, face shattered with confusion. “Wait, don’t tell me…that you actually met with him? That you went to that room…and you MET Belphegor…?!

It was then Lucifer understood; he meant to kill you in that room.

“Please,” your steps were slow and retracted as if placating a beast to avoid its bite. “Lucifer, I just wanted—“

"Do you REALLY find it so amusing to poke your nose into our business at every opportunity?" His aura quaked around him, surging with a power threatening to tear its target limb from limb. "Do you really enjoy stirring up trouble that much? YOU…a mere HUMAN? YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT."

Lucifer ruffled his hair with his hand, smoothing it back with quickened frustration. Barbatos erased the prior timeline, that much was certain, yet why did everything feel so much worse? It was clear he hadn’t harmed you then, so what happened afterward? More than anything, he wanted to ask--

The light of his D.D.D. blinked, and a jolt of energy hit Lucifer as he swiped at the screen to view the notification.

[Barbatos]: Good morning. The Young Master's birthday will soon be upon us.

Lucifer stared at the screen as if the words written were foreign. Not exactly who he expected. Furthermore, he was aware of Diavolo's approaching birthday just as he'd been inclined to know it for the past 5,000 or so years.

[Lucifer]: Yes, good morning. Are there any more qualms concerning the plots for the commoner's booths?

[Barbatos]: None at all. All reservations were resolved. Not likely due to your persuasive speech.

[Lucifer]: Apparently, fear is an excellent motivator for progress.

[Barbatos]: I’ll try to keep that in mind.

To learn that a being with as much power as Barbatos was content with being a mere servant unnerved Lucifer. How Diavolo managed to entice him to his side was even more perplexing. He thought back to the fall. Maybe Barbatos had been just as desperate.

[Barbatos]: Also, please excuse me for the sudden shift in tone, but I must inform you of a more serious matter.

[Barbatos]: The Young Master shows concern for the well-being of all his exchange students. While the past night's events were unfortunate, they should hold no bearing on previously established expectations.

[Barbatos]: Which is why I'm sure you understand that all parties occupying the House of Lamentation are expected to attend. I assume you've made your brothers and guest aware of that factoid.

Shit. So that's what he was leading into. Truth was he hadn't. Or rather, he couldn't. His brothers he could speak with, threaten, yet the latter not so much. Not since you bound yourself to your room. Lucifer lost count of the number of times he reached for his D.D.D. only to see his messages read, yet unanswered.

[Lucifer]: I'll have it handled.

[Barbatos]: While that doesn't sound like positive confirmation, I have faith in your capabilities.

[Barbatos]: Very well. I must go attend to my duties. Signing off, as they say.

[Lucifer]: As do I. Speak to you soon.

Lucifer rose from his chair, reaching an emotional plateau where the only options were either “get coffee” or “start fire, blame Mammon.” He chose the former, saving the latter for another day. He supposed even he had limits. Not many, but few.

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They say it’s best to tackle the hardest task first. Though maybe he should’ve had his coffee beforehand.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No response.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I know you’re capable of hearing me.”

“Go away.”

Lucifer inhaled. Sharply. Then released. A part of him wanted nothing more than to view the past night’s outburst as misplaced hysterics, side effects of a post-traumatic mind brought back from the brink. But a larger part of him knew that Diavolo’s goals were absolute, unmovable as his will. If the Devildom ended tomorrow, then he simply rebuild another atop the wreckage. And if a single human life was the key to seeing his goals become reality, then the prince would press forward, by any means necessary.

“I understand that you’re in pain, you have every right to be, yet please, this is important.”

Still, the answer was silence.

Demon King help me. Lucifer had ways of dealing with his brothers, a swift kick, a few threatening words, and the tug of a collar, mostly. But to stare at a door that once opened at merely his voice left him with a feeling he didn’t quite like, one that seemed more fitting of someone in a position less than him.

“You may remain trapped in your space, yet understand that at some point I will need to enter.” His voice grew softer, “Please, do not give me that choice.”

He hadn't meant for it to sound like a threat, yet intentions never mattered, only the consequences of them. It took a moment before Lucifer heard movement beyond the door, along with the hand that hesitantly, turned the knob.

You appeared draped in gloom, face sunken in a permanent frown. No part of you, from your hair to your clothes, looked ready to face the day ahead. It was clear you had no plans of leaving your room today. He was sure you were trying to kill him with your eyes.

“Let’s get this over with.” You turned, trekking back into the darkness. Bitter expression aside, for the moment, Lucifer would receive it as the confirmation it was and entered, shutting the door behind him.

“Please excuse my brashness,” Lucifer said as he looked around. If he had any discrepancies over the state of your room (and he had) he dared not state them, nor did his face show it, gracefully stepping over the minefield of personal items and trash that scattered the floor. “But you wouldn’t respond to any of my texts.”

You plopped down onto your bed, tossing a hand in the direction of the space nearest you, another bitter confirmation. He accepted.

“I thought you’d take the hint and leave me be,” you said.

“I see that you still have your characteristic boldness left in you.” Lucifer smiled. “I’m glad.”

Your lips quivered, clenching them together once you noticed him staring. He waited to hear your voice. It didn’t matter the tone. Anything was better, he thought, than this horrible stillness you both struggled through.

Granted, he’ll admit to there being one or two… minor miscalculations on his part with you, ones in which he simply overestimated the severity of a situation. Situations in which he may or may not have attempted, according to present parties, “various acts of treason, fratricide, homicide, (and if yappy angel Chihuahuas count) animal abuse.” He hadn’t cared to fully digest his actions then, waving them away as minor setbacks. Maybe the next exchange students would be less intrusive, and his brother, while healing from his wounds, less naïve.

Yet while demons simply shrugged at death, humans were not inclined to take acts of attempted murder lightly. So he apologized—more or less—wiping his hands of it. From then on, a tiny part of him hoped you understood, that this would be the last of your meddling in his family’s affairs. And perhaps, with time, he could learn to see in you what his brothers had, and maybe you, with him. It wasn’t the most unpleasant of outcomes.

“What is it you want?” You finally snapped.

Though that time was not now.

Lucifer folded his arms. “I was concerned, is all.”

“You’re lying.”

“Has your time alone given you the ability to read minds?”

“No, just the ability to read you.” You gesture toward his arms. He tightens them further.

“Then I suppose you can guess what I came here to say, seeing as you’ve read my messages.”

You sunk your head, snorting. “It’s about that fucking birthday party, isn’t it?” He could see it in your face, the part of you that hoped there was at least some form of rebuttal left against Diavolo’s word. “Lucifer?” You pleaded.

“Barbatos and I spoke this morning." He felt himself falter in your gaze. "All are required to attend.”

Disgust, the last to look at him in such a way being his very brother. In those moments, he was sure that neither of you saw a man nor a demon, but the scum rotting at the bottom of the Earth.

“You know, my Lucifer was brave enough to actually confront Diavolo,” you said smirking, though there was no humor in it. “And it was in that moment I thought maybe I finally did something right, but…”

You fell away from him, flopping heavily into the mess of sheets and pillows. “But it doesn’t matter now. You aren’t him. I don’t think you can be.”

Something painful gripped Lucifer’s throat. Confronted? Had the events of your timeline become that dire? “You continue to implicate Diavolo in your plight, yet refuse to speak further as to why.”

“Because it doesn’t matter anymore,” you cried. “Everything I did, what I went through is gone. And even if I told you everything, what would you do? Would you protect me? Demand I be sent home? Deem the program a failure?” You laughed, choking back a sob. “Like you’d ever admit to being wrong.”

“I can’t help you unless you speak to me.” He thought back to his rage-filled dreams. Your shaken form. He placed a hand upon your leg. “In the timeline before, tell me, what did I do?”

You yanked back your leg, shrugging. “The same thing you always do. What you all do. What else is new?” You then buried yourself further into your sheets. “So, can you go now, please?”

He stopped himself from saying more. He'd no right to his indignation. For once he would listen and rose to leave, resting his eyes over you one last time before heading toward your bedroom door, closing it behind him.

He was right about having his coffee first.

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“They still haven’t come out of their room yet, huh?” Leviathan asked, entering from the hall.

Be it against Lucifer to reprimand anyone for pointing out the obvious. “No, Leviathan, they haven’t come out of their room.”

Like most mornings, Lucifer and his brothers gathered in the dining room. Despite the seemingly never-ending dysfunction of their lives, it was the only thing that remained consistent about them.

Leviathan took his seat, only sparing Lucifer a half-glance from his phone. “No offense, but you kinda look...worse than usual.”

Asmodeus frowned. “And just look at those eye bags. Honestly, Lucifer, as much as you hound us for our sleeping habits you rarely follow your own.”

“Consequences of a late schedule. Now eat.” Lucifer sipped his coffee, the only thing at the table that was made by him. Satan had cooked today, so the chances of everyone developing food poisoning decreased. However, Satan had cooked today, so the chances of Lucifer specifically developing food poisoning increased.

“Belphie hasn’t woken up, either,” Beelzebub noted, meekly gazing up from his plate. When no one answered, he ripped into his pancakes with painful dejection.

“So are ya letting them stay home from RAD?” Mammon picked at his food, uninterested.

“Belphegor has missed enough days as it is, so no,” Lucifer said.

“Yeah, but who’s fault was that?” Surprisingly, such biting commentary hadn’t come from the usual twin.

Lucifer raised his brow. “Pardon?”

“Forget it,” Beelzebub mumbled.

“As for the other, well," Lucifer rubbed his temples, "I’ve allotted a sick day.”

“A sick day, huh? You know, it’s your fault for lettin’ em mouth off like that,” said Mammon, who had an obnoxious habit of eating while he talked. “That could’ve ended bad, real bad.”

“Though I hate to admit it, I agree with Mammon.” Satan turned a page of his book. The Human Psyche and You, it read. “We all failed to assist them that night. Moreover, there’s clearly some bias in your disciplinary measures. Had any one of us spoken to Lord Diavolo that way, surely we’d be hanging from more than just our waists.”

“Or locked in an attic,” Beelzebub spoke barely above a whisper, but Lucifer heard it all the same.

Lucifer glowered, his eyes gilded with magic. “Passive-aggressive remarks will get you more than just my attention, Beel. Speak fully on what it is you need to say.”

Beelzebub slumped into his chair and turned away from the table. Belphegor’s burdens were not his own, yet he carried them all the same. “I…don’t want to argue with you, Lucifer.”

“Then finish your food, in silence.”

“I still say we should bust em’ out,” said Mammon, failing to grasp the point of silence. “What’s the point of them being trapped in their room ignoring everyone? Isn’t it better to, you know, talk about it?”

“Ok, sure. Let’s go with your plan,” said Leviathan, exasperated. “Let’s go kick down their door and force them out! That’ll really make them feel better.”

“Furthermore, humans don’t just get over being killed, especially by those they trusted once,” said Satan. “Such matters are,” he rolled his shoulders, “a bit more complicated than most.”

“Even so,” Lucifer stepped in, “Diavolo’s birthday is fast approaching. Regardless of anyone's feelings, it’s mandatory that we all attend.”

Quiet. Thick enough to hear a feather drop.

“Are you…really going to make them go to that?” Mammon asked.

“I am. Is that a problem?” It wasn't a question.

Mammon spat. “You seriously askin’ that after what happened?”

“What happened lies in Belphegor’s hands and no one else. May I remind you all that Diavolo’s goal is to unite the three realms. He would do nothing to jeopardize such.”

“Glad to see you so trusting of your partner,” Satan said, twirling his fork. “I’m sure Lord Diavolo is nothing but upfront and would never hide anything from you.”

“Enough. Finish your breakfast.” Lucifer wasn’t sure how many times he’d have to repeat himself this morning.

Satan’s smile was tight. “You first.”

“He’s kind of right, though,” Leviathan trugged into the conversation. “Belphie…ruined everything.”

“Don’t say that,” Beelzebub’s voice leapt up. “I know he did something bad but…he’s still our brother.”

“Yeah, and look how well that turned out.”

“Levi!”

“Let me pose a question then.” Satan closed his book, smiling at Lucifer with cheeky defiance. “Why would Lord Diavolo, despite having a servant that can see multiple timelines and their events, send a mere human to solve a problem that could be easily distinguished with some simple deductive reasoning skills?”

“Satan,” Lucifer growled. “Enough.”

“What? I’m only stating what’s obvious. This entire situation makes no sense.”

“So you do think it’s true!” Asmodeus spoke in a jolt of validation. “That Diavolo sent them back knowing they’d be harmed.”

“Possibly.”

“I don’t think they should go to the party,” Beelzebub said, panic rising in his voice. “What if Diavolo tries something? What if they get hurt again?”

“What if Belphie hurts them again?” Leviathan challenged.

“Belphie wouldn’t do that!”

“Diavolo wouldn’t allow it,” Lucifer reminded.

“How can you be sure?” Beelzebub dug his nails into the table.

“He isn’t.” Satan had an annoying habit of reading Lucifer's thoughts. “Though that seems to be the nature of their relationship.”

“Tell him no, Lucifer,” Beelzebub yelled. “They shouldn’t have to go. It’s just not right—“

“You all will NOT continue these discussions.” Lucifer jolted from his chair, the force toppling it over with a loud thud. “Do you not realize the severity of your diatribe? What you speak of is treason!”

Lucifer bore his sight on all of them. Not again, he thought. I will not let this happen again.

“I understand that you’ve grown fond of them,” Lucifer tried to soften his voice, yet it scrapped against his throat. “You worry of their safety here, yet they are a human whose stay in this realm is limited, while you are its lords. Your duties, regardless of feelings, remain bound to it. Do NOT forget yourselves.”

No one moved, yet the room still trickled with the heat of defiance. Lucifer bent over, his face reflecting against the murky black of his coffee. He really did look terrible.

“Let’s all just calm down.” Asmodeus slowly raised his hands. “Beel, look at your plate. You haven’t even finished your 5th stack of pancakes. And Mammon, you love runny eggs. Levi…well, you haven’t eaten anything but still! And Satan worked so hard to make breakfast.” He gave Lucifer a wary smile. “Let’s just eat and prepare for the day, hm?”

Lucifer heaved forth his breaths. Control. He needed to have control. "Eat...your god damn...breakfast." For fucks sake, let that be the end of it. To spend the last five minutes of breakfast in peace was all he asked.

“Well, so much for a start to a peaceful morning,” Belphegor’s voice crept in. “Looks like I missed one of Lucifer’s famous lectures. Thankfully.”

No rest for the wicked, indeed. Lucifer gritted his teeth. “You’re late.”

“Nothing too unusual about that.” Belphegor yawned. “Man, I’m tired.” And looked around. “Why is everyone….so quiet?”

Leviathan shoved away his food and rose from his chair. “I think…I’m going to head to class.”

Asmodeus pointed at his plate. “Aren’t you going to have some breakfast?”

“Nah. I’ll grab something at the cafeteria at school.”

“Since I doubt you'll do so,” Asmodeus stood as well, “I’ll just mosey right along with you.”

“I’ll go with you.” Satan grabbed his book and tossed it in his bag.

“Me too,” Beelzebub said, spearing no glance at Belphegor.

Mammon frowned, and with a defeated tone, said, “Oh. In that case, uh…maybe I’ll head off too.”

Belphegor was a stone and his brothers rushed past like ripples of water, barely fazed. Then, as if remembering Lucifer's presence, scowled at him before stomping from the room, his hurried steps pelting the wooden floor, the brief pounding of cobblestone from the entryway, then nothing.

They were alike, him and Belphegor, and that’s what scared Lucifer most. When the youngest stood alone to confront Diavolo, beyond the burning embarrassment, Lucifer saw himself, standing before his Father. It’d been the same when he stood above the stairway, hands stained with blood, the human dead at his feet. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Not because he'd failed, but because of one singular thought: if not Belphegor, then him.

If not Belphegor, then it very well would’ve been him.

A laugh, small and bitter, broke the silence of the dining room. With a mournful smile, Lucifer began to gather the soiled dining wear, having come to a very late but much-needed epiphany:

He fucked up.

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