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#obey me asmodeus angst
kittievampire · 11 months
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hi hi ! so can i request OM brothers reacting MC self harming/attempting suicide (whichever one you think fits the brothers most) ? if that’s okay with you of course ? thanks lovie <3 !!
I'll only be doing cutting and other such unhealthy habits that fit the brothers here, if that's okay!
Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~
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Warnings: Angst, Self-Harm, Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, Social Anxiety, Stress Eating, Anger Management Issues, Physical Insecurities, Workaholic Tendancies, Hurt/Comfort, GN! MC
Enjoy.
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You'd struggled with depression long before you were sent to the Devildom. While the brothers had managed to keep you busy, to the point where your mind didn't have the time nor the energy to think about the things that made you feel so down, there were still plenty of times when you found yourself breaking down or even resorting back to the bad habits you'd thought you'd "grown out of." Life isn't easy, you know this. But you hated to make it someone else's problem. Whenever you'd tell someone about your issues, you always felt like a burden, so you kept it to yourself. When the brothers entered your life, you didn't want them finding out about it at all. That's when you tried to better yourself, get rid of those habits that kept you down in that place. But, unfortunately, life isn't easy, old habits are hard to kill, and secrets won't always be kept hidden.
Lucifer
You struggled with accepting the reality of life's cruelty.
You wanted to keep your mind busy so that you could have some form of escape, even if that meant pulling all-nighters just so you didn't have to fear the things that'd appear in your head once the area around you gets quiet and your mind is free to wander. This meant that you'd be doing a majority of your RAD schoolwork at night, weeks before the due date just so you could distract yourself.
You could still see the scars that littered over your arms, mainly those from your more recent assaults upon yourself, though you were always careful to hide them.
When you were in your room one night, however, you were wearing a tank top and shorts, ready to call it a night until your anxiety spiked and you were suddenly sitting at your desk, scribbling notes of random, possibly useless, information that you recalled from your lessons.
You managed to fall asleep like this.
Lucifer had only walked into your room to check on you, as he could see the faintest light seeping from beneath your door. He was just about ready to scold you for staying up so late, but when he entered the room and walked toward you, he noticed two things.
One being that you were very much asleep, your cheek pressed against an open textbook, and small scribble lines not going unnoticed as signs of your drowsiness before you passed out.
Two being that your arms were almost covered in scars.
His eyes widened, reaching a gloved hand out gently to twist your arm toward him, getting a better look.
There were scabs and old wounds that littered your arms, all the way up to your upper forearm.
His true surprise though, was when he saw one that was different from the others. It was still red, not bleeding, but it was more recent than the ones that had healed over.
Were you unhappy here? Why did you feel the need to do such a thing?
Lucifer couldn't begin to comprehend the complexity of human emotion, it wasn't his best suit in general. But this? He had no idea what he should do. Wake you up? Pretend like he didn't see anything?
He carefully carried you to your bed and tucked you in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, and softly wishing you sweet dreams.
After that, Lucifer would definitely check up on you more often. "How was your day, MC?", "Not too overworked, I hope?", "Perhaps your efforts should be rewarded. How about dinner? On me."
He never spoke to you directly about it. Even if he did, there wasn't much he knew to do. Despite this, he wants to be your rock, your shoulder to cry on. Every opportunity he gets, he holds his hand out to you, allowing you to rant about the shitty day you've had or how much you hate something/someone.
And every time, when he'd comfort you with a warm and tight embrace and soft strokes to your hair, he'd press a kiss to the top of your head, and whisper to you,
"I'm always here for you, whenever you need me."
Mammon
You struggled with talking about your emotions to other people.
Whenever you did, you just felt like a burden, so you often would bottle up everything you felt and let it all out at once when you're in the privacy of your own room, crying, and cutting.
Mammon walked in on you in the act, actually. His shades fell to the ground at the same time your small blade did.
"O-Oi! Whaddya think yer doin', huh?!" He asked, closing the door and rushing to your side. "Bandages," He muttered, dashing out of the room for a mere moment before running back in, unraveling the roll of bandages, and dropping the rest of the First-Aid kit. "Shit!" He fumbled with some of the supplies but quickly got to work on wrapping up your arms.
It was sloppy work, but at least he managed to tie it and stop the blood from seeping out of the cuts you'd made. The whole time, you just sat there, frozen in place, tears seemingly not stopping anytime soon.
When he was done bandaging you, he sat down at your side, and there was silence for the first time between the two of you. You didn't want to start bawling your eyes out, but you couldn't stop the small whimpers that escaped your throat, nor could you stop the tears that stained your face.
You rested your head on his shoulder and started sobbing, gripping his jacket, seeking his comfort.
Mammon flinched at the sudden contact but quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.
Twenty minutes passed before he spoke amidst the silence after you'd finished crying.
"M'not gonna ask why... Just... Please don't do it again... I'll try to make ya happy, okay? Just promise me ya won't do it again."
Leviathan
You struggled with socializing.
Ever since you were a child, you never really fit in with society, so you just decided to hole yourself up in your room.
However, when you did try to make friends, you'd always get turned down rather harshly.
You were considered a weirdo.
So, you started cutting. It became a habit that stuck with you into your adulthood, and it was difficult to get rid of.
Even at the House of Lamentation, you found it too tempting. Especially when Asmodeus or Mammon would give you weird looks when you'd try to include yourself in conversation with the two of them.
The only person who could understand this was Leviathan, which is why he didn't ask any questions when he saw your scars. He didn't ask why you did it, didn't tell you off for doing it, he understood more than you thought. The thing is, his scars healed way faster because of his immortality.
"Don't hurt yourself, MC. Those dumb normies don't deserve people like you," He'd say, a determined smile on his face. "Why don't we do a marathon of your favorite anime? What was it? Devil Killer? (Cookie for whoever gets this reference) We can watch that and play video games all night if it means taking your mind off of things. So, um... L-Let's try to be each other's company, if that's okay with you..."
Satan
You were very emotional.
You'd be chided and teased for your short temper, your "crybaby" nature, but you just didn't know how to handle your own emotions sometimes.
Well, all the time.
So, you started cutting. Though, you didn't want to be conspicuous. You knew better than to let people know your weakness just from rolling up your sleeves. Your area of choice was your thighs.
You became fond of the cutting as a release of your feelings. This bleeded into your adulthood, and it was the only way you could cope without being so emotional.
However, nothing can get past the Avatar of Wrath when it comes to his own sin.
He could tell you were angry, angry enough to do something drastic, so he didn't bother knocking when he came into your room.
Satan saw you sitting on your bed, towel beneath you, thighs bleeding, a blade in your hand, and tears in your eyes.
He was quick to come in with the first-aid kit, neatly bandaging your wounds.
"Satan—" "Not right now, MC," He cut you off. He was upset that you were hurting yourself, and he couldn't trust himself to talk to you without scolding you. Scolding wasn't what you needed right now.
Once he was finished, he looked down at you, a distraught expression on his face. "Why would you do this to yourself, MC?" He asked softly, resting his forehead against your shoulder. He held your hips with his hands, trying to maintain a hold on you. "Why hurt yourself? Is it because of what others think of you? What you think of yourself?"
Satan tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear, emerald eyes peering deep into yours. "No matter. You don't have to answer my questions now, MC... I just want you to be okay."
Asmodeus
You struggled with loving yourself.
You were always pressured to live up to society's beauty standards. When you tried, you failed more often than you didn't, and you'd be chided for your failure. That's why you started cutting in the first place.
Cutting gave you this kind of inexplicable relief. Since you hated yourself so much, there was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that something so ugly deserves this kind of treatment.
When Asmo saw your arms for the first time, he was frozen in place. The Avatar of Lust was speechless for the first time in years.
It was an accident, you'd never meant to expose your cut-up arms to him for fear of being judged. He was just really pushy about you trying out a new perfume, one that had a roll-on applicator.
"Darling," He spoke softly, keeping a sweet tone as he gently grasped your hands. "Did you do this?"
You bit your lip, casting your gaze down to your lap. Almost immediately, he grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head upward to look at him. The saddened expression in his eyes almost made you run out of the room.
He let out a small sigh, opening a drawer that was attached to his vanity mirror.
"You really shouldn't," He murmured softly as he squirted ointment onto your arm, rubbing it into your skin. "Your skin is too pretty, you're too pretty to be harming yourself like this."
Pretty?
You hadn't been called pretty before, not from what you can remember.
"Don't do this anymore, yes? Promise me you won't harm your beautiful body like this anymore."
Beelzebub
You struggled with your body image and stress eating.
You found it difficult to live up to the standards set by society, at least, that's what you felt. You always felt very insecure about your body, and your eating habits didn't help either.
The Avatar of Gluttony found out about your stress eating when he was raiding the fridge one night. You had woken up feeling especially stressed out about an exam you had the next day, so you had gone down to the kitchen to grab a snack.
You and Beel had a conversation about your habit, and how insecure you felt about yourself.
"Your body looks fine, MC," He said mid-chew, taking another bite of whatever food was left over from tonight's dinner. "I know the feeling. I eat a whole lot more when I'm feeling overwhelmed, that's why a lot of people think that I've got a black hole for a stomach. But there's nothing wrong with you. You're not weird or anything, I think you're perfect!"
The way he said all of this to you with that sweet smile of his almost made you cry.
Belphegor
You suffered from night terrors and insomnia.
Your anxiety made it difficult to sleep, so most nights you just wouldn't. You didn't even want to at this point, a direct result of your horrific nightmares. Your lack of sleep was evident due to the dark circles under your eyes the next morning and your struggle to stay awake at RAD.
Lucifer had gotten on to you for this, and Belphegor wanted to help.
That's why he was in your room. He was planning to help put you to sleep, but you couldn't stop squirming in your bed.
Belphie had taken the floor out of respect for your privacy, but he couldn't sleep hearing you toss and turn in your bed.
"Alright, move over," He said abruptly, standing over your bed and kneeling on it. You felt a dip in the mattress and shifted, moving over to give him room on your bed. He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you like you were a body pillow.
Belphegor buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes. "Sleep, MC... I'll be here when you wake up."
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scarlett-vixen · 2 years
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Bombshell
A/n: The long awaited next chapter is finally here!! This one is a little shorter than the others but it is also the first big piece I've done for Asmo so hopefully it goes well.
CW: a slightly obsessed Asmo, mentions of insecurities, reference to dead body,
Summary: MC is sick of Asmo avoiding them and wants answers, even if they have to chase him to the ends of the Devildom. Will they be able to handle the emotionally unstable Avatar of Lust?
Word Count: 4.8k
The Soundtrack
The Fight: Vicious
The Apologies: Beelzebub, Satan, Mammon, Leviathan
“I can’t escape the twisted way you think of me”
It had been a free for all trying to escape the dining room, each brother trying to push past the other in attempt to seclude themselves away in their rooms. Asmodeus felt the sting in his eyes and refused to let the others see him this way. He wasn’t one to run normally but, in this instance, he was practically running for his life.
Asmo’s reached out and made contact with the handle on his bedroom door as the first tear broke free, he ripped it open before more could fall. A hot white rage built inside him, how dare you do this to him, how dare you make him cry! Who were you to speak to him like that? Where did you get off being so malicious to such an innocent demon like him?
The more he thought about your words, your tone, your body language, the angrier he became. He slammed his bedroom door closed so violently that the walls around it shook as he did.
“I HATE YOU!”
The words ripped from his throat in pure rage.
He hated you so much.
He hated the way you looked at him, he hated the way you spoke to him, he hated the way you made him feel. Alive for a millennia and a demon for centuries, yet no human…no…no creature in all three realms had ever made him feel this way. He was Avatar of Lust! He should be worshipped, he should be chased and sought after, you should be lusting for him! Yet ever since you arrived you had been unaffected by his charm.
Asmodeus flung himself onto his bed, another scream tearing out of him was muffled by his plush comforter. You had such a powerful hold on him, the fact that you didn’t lust after him like all the others was infuriating but the way he craved your affection was absolute torture. You consumed his every thought, the thousands of comments from adoring fans meant nothing because they weren’t from you, he wanted— needed your praise.
He needed your validation.
He thought back to when you first arrived, the way he viewed you, the way he treated you. You were just a toy to him, a little doll to play dress up with, you had no real meaning to him. He assumed you would just become another lust crazed fan of his, one he could enjoy more easily since you lived downstairs, oh how wrong he was.
He had practically called you unworthy of a pact with him in the beginning, he had made you feel small in comparison to him. He found it odd how quickly his brothers were forming pacts with you but still saw no reason to form his own.
Mammon wasn’t a surprise but Leviathan was a major shock, you had managed to form a bond with his brother who had been locked up in his room for centuries and couldn’t carry a conversation to save his life. Beelzebub was another surprise, after everything that happened with Lilith and then Belphie, Asmo had been sure the sixth born would be against forming pacts with humans, yet here you were bearing his mark.
He was convinced that you were using some type of magic on them, using a spell to make them willingly form pacts with you. Asmo had suggested this to Solomon, wanting to know what spell it was and thinking perhaps it could be used on you so you would finally submit to him. To his dismay Solomon informed him you didn’t possess any type of magic, he checked.
That didn’t explain the catacombs though.
Asmodeus rolled over on his back, looking up at the gorgeous canopy covering his bed, he thought back to the night you borrowed Solomon’s magic. He sucked in a deep breath as he recalled the way you coursed through his veins, drawing out strength and power that had been lying dormant for years, untouched by even the most powerful sorcerer he knew.
From the moment your pact was formed he felt closer to you but it wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed to know what you thought about him, how you saw him, how you felt towards him, but he needed it to be exactly what he wanted to hear. If you thought poorly of him, if you saw him as nothing more than just another pact, he would come unraveled.
His heart ached, was this what unrequited love felt like? Was this the way his fans felt knowing he would never truly love them as much as they adored him? It was a horrible feeling but he couldn’t make it stop. He knew you didn’t desire him the way most did but always hoped you at least liked him, now he wasn’t even sure about that.
“Don’t call me darling!”
Darling.
A name he had called you so many times before. The name, that was always said so sweetly and with so much adoration behind it, was now tainted.
“Darling!”
The venomous way you spat the word back at him still fresh in his mind. The hatred in your eyes as you looked deep into his. Tears started to streak down his face again, his eyes burned from the continuous stream of hot tears, his throat hurt from the screams that still escaped him as he fought with his own mind. Nobody had ever caused him to have a full-on meltdown like this, what he originally thought was anger towards you was actually fear, he was terrified of facing you again.
You were angry with him, possibly hated him now, and he couldn’t handle that. Asmodeus lived off the love people showered him with, his brothers occasionally became annoyed with him but they never showed him this level of anger, your love and attention meant more to him than ten thousand fans screaming for him.
Your opinion was more important to him than anyone else’s, he craved your validation and forgiveness, he needed to find a way to make it up to you but he didn’t know where to start. When others became upset with him, the fifth born would simply charm them into forgiving him for his actions. You would require actual work that Asmo wasn’t sure he could handle.
The thought of trying to please you, to win your heart back, only to be rejected or further scorned made his heart race. He was afraid you would rip him to shreds, the way you had sunk your fangs into Belphie at dinner, exposing his insecurities for all to see and mock him for.
His biggest fear was you severing the pact, he wasn’t ready to give up the power he felt with you, he was slow to form it but now that it was made Asmo would fight to keep his pact with you. He wanted to be yours, however you saw fit, he needed you to want him around. He loved you and he loved belonging to you. He hated himself for the way he treated you originally, remembering the awful things he said about you when you weren’t around made him sick, he understood why his charm had no affect on you. How could you ever lust after such a horrendously cruel and insecure demon like him?
Even so, he loved you. He loved the way you said his name in conversation, he loved your laugh when his brothers did something dumb, he loved how you gave him compliments and they actually felt genuine, he loved your smile when he told you good morning.
Your smile.
That beautiful smile, the one he thought he would lose forever. He remembered seeing you there in his brothers arms, body beaten and bruised, barely holding on to life. The sight of you so badly torn to pieces had drawn out a petrified scream from the fifth born, he was panicking over if you would survive, he wanted to fix you but Lucifer had deemed you too far gone.
Too traumatized to cry in the moment, feeling incredibly nauseous and afraid of blacking out, Asmo remembered how he clung to Satan’s arm to balance himself. No one could comfort him, they were all just as terrified and distraught, he spent the next few evenings texting you late into the night just to ensure you were still alive and well.
Asmodeus had been so grateful that you were alive, he had suppressed any thought of you potentially dying or being hurt, but in one single night you had forced him to see the ugly truth. He had treated you like a lesser being. His brother had attacked you. You did die. And they all pretended nothing happened. The guilt was starting to mix with his fear, making him nauseous once again.
Asmo tossed himself further into his bed, burying his face in the array of pillows, fighting back more tears. He pulled his phone out and opened your messages, he was immediately soothed by your contact photo, it was just you and no one else. The glisten in your eyes, the smile on your face, the soft glow on your cheeks, he was captivated by your beauty. What a wonderful human to have as a master, only fitting to be served by the Avatar of Lust. Asmodeus choked back a sob wishing he could be curled up in your lap as you comfort him, his eyes locked on your picture, he spoke in a barely audible whisper.
“I love you…”
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 “So like, I get why ya brought me along… but why is he here?” Mammon glared at his target, body tense and putting distance between it and you. Slumped over a counter near you was the sleepy youngest, looking at you to defend his existence and not daring to speak against Mammon on his own.
“He’s here to carry my bags,” You retorted as you continued looking through the clothes rack. “Besides, he’s not hurting anyone.”
“Not yet anyway…” Mammon kept his eyes locked on the youngest, following you to the next row.
You were used to this by now, Mammon rejoining the group in daily life had caused a slight skew in the hierarchy. He was used to being your loyal demon, joining you for any and all things you didn’t want to do alone. When he reemerged and discovered that Belphegor was now following you around, he became extremely protective. Unaware of your new deal with the youngest, Mammon had actually slammed him into a wall when he saw Belphie following you to your room one evening.
Sitting him down to explain the situation didn’t help much either, Mammon argued that it was a stupid idea.
“What if he tries somethin’??” He had challenged.
“Oh believe me, he won’t try anything. He knows his place now.” You told him. “And if he does try something, then you have my full permission to end him.”
Unsure of what he had missed while being locked away in his room, the second oldest was intrigued by your newfound confidence, the boldness of you ordering him to go after someone who tried to harm you was incredibly attractive, though he would never tell you that out loud.
Ever since, it had been a constant battle, Belphie doing as told and staying near to answer your commands and Mammon keeping a close eye on him. You noticed that any time Belphie got too close to you, Mammon would let out a small growl signaling him to back off, the youngest never pushed further once this happened.
You had pulled them both out of the house and brought them to Majolish, needing Mammon’s eye for fashion and needing Belphie to carry all your things. Truthfully, you would have preferred the fifth born to join you for this, Mammon was far too bashful to tell you how things looked on you, Asmo was always straightforward on if things were too baggy or if they hugged you perfectly. The problem there was Asmodeus had been avoiding you like the plague for about two weeks now.
Any time you entered a room with him he would dart out, if he walked into a room you already occupied he would turn tail and run, meals were the only place he couldn’t avoid you. He ate his meal and avoided eye contact, refused to make small talk, and would take off the minute he finished eating.
Asmo was a drama queen and you were well aware of that, but the constant avoidance was getting obnoxious. You had tried asking Solomon what his problem was but the sorcerer was just as clueless, informing you that any time he mentioned your name to Asmo he was met with sudden backlash, teary eyes, and a rather distraught demon.
As if by magic the demon of your thoughts suddenly appeared, a few rows over you spotted the Avatar of Lust looking through a collection of tops, he seemed perfectly fine at the moment.
Now was your chance.
You set down the jacket you were holding, but just as you started toward him Asmo looked up, locking eyes with you, you watched the color drain from his face. He dropped his bags and immediately shot out of the building, you cursed which caught Mammon’s attention finally.
“Mammon, will you finish my errands for me?” You turned to him, giving your sweetest smile and using a voice laced with innocence, you didn’t need him to know your plans. “I just remembered there’s something I have to get done before the end of the day!”
“Wha—Me? I mean, course I’ll do it but yer not takin’ him are ya?” Mammon gestured towards the youngest who was now lingering behind you absent mindedly playing with the sleeve of a shirt next to him.
“No, I need you to keep an eye on him actually, can you do that for me?” You were trying to speed this along, knowing Asmo was getting further away with each passing minute.
“Yeah, I guess so…”
“Great!” You turned sharply looking Belphie in the eyes “Listen to him and do not give him trouble, understand?” He nodded quickly, a bashful look on his face. You took off out the door in search for the fifth born.
“Listen here runt, yer gonna help me finish this list and then we’re gonna go home so I can keep a eye on ya, got it?” Mammon spoke sternly.
“Yeah whatever, I don’t want to spend time with you either, I’d rather be in my room. The only reason I’m listening to you is so they can go catch Asmo.” Belphie crossed his arms, pouting and wishing you had taken him with you.
“Asmo?? What’s he gotta do with this?” Mammon headed towards the check out, ready to get these errands over with.
“Oh right, you cried for a week in your room, so you don’t know.” Belphie smirked but it quickly vanished as Mammon spun around and grabbed his shirt collar.
“Watch it runt.” He hissed, inches from the seventh born’s face “I have permission to kick your ass, so I suggest ya remember why I was in my room so long and tell me what Asmo has to do with this!”
“Asmo was in the store and took off running, MC is chasing after to confront him.” Belphie swallowed hard once his brother let go of his shirt.
“How the hell do ya know they’re chasin’ after him though? They said they had things to do before the day ended!” Mammon refused to believe that his youngest brother could possibly know more than him.
“Because I watched them make eye contact and I saw the look in their eyes when Asmo took off. Plus, since I’ve spent so much time with them lately, they’ve been venting to me about all their problems.” Belphie knew he already struck a chord with that last bit and would probably regret it, so he took it one step further. “Guess I’m their favorite demon now.”
Mammon felt a rage flare inside him, he was so sick of Belphie’s smart mouth, but he knew better than to lose control in a store. He started taking steps closer to his brother, who began backing away until he was pressed against a display case with nowhere to go, Mammon leaned in close letting a low growl out before speaking in a spiteful whisper.
“Imma let ya off this time for sayin’ some shit like that. You think you’re the favorite?” He scoffed. “You ain’t nothin’ little man. Next time you get too close to my human? I’ll show you who the favorite is.” Mammon could practically smell the fear on his brother, it was his turn to smirk. “Now tell me, why are they chasin’ after Asmo?”
“Asmo has been avoiding MC and won’t speak to them, he won’t stay in a room with them and refuses to speak to or even look at them, it’s been going on for weeks now.” The words flew from his mouth in fear.
“So, yer tellin’ me they’re about to confront an overly emotional Asmo who’s been avoiding ‘em for weeks?” Mammon knew how his little brother was in these conditions, an emotional Asmodeus was a lot to handle but an emotionally unstable Asmo was dangerous to both himself and others.
“Shit.”
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You were prepared to search high and low for Asmodeus knowing he was likely long gone, but you lucked out when you exited Majolish finding him a few feet down the sidewalk. His back was pressed against the building behind him, knees slightly bent, he was red in the face and looked out of breath.
“ASMO!” You called, louder than intended.
Asmodeus snapped his head towards you, his eyes went wide and you knew this was going to be harder than planned. He took off down the street, faster than expected for a demon in heels, you chased after him.
He darted in and out of the crowded street, shoving past various demons and succubi trying to talk to him, he tripped only once but caught himself on a nearby fruit stand and took off again after flinging a crate of redxred apples to the ground in hopes to slow you down.
You were determined to catch up with him, knocking into demons left and right, not caring what they hissed at you as you pursued the Avatar of Lust. You jumped over the pile of discarded apples and kept running. Something inside of you started burning, you felt like a predator hunting its prey, starving for answers and chasing him relentlessly. Asmo would occasionally look back to see you closing in on him, you could tell exactly where he was headed and decided to cut him off.
Throwing the front door of the House of Lamentation open, Asmo headed up the stairs, he just needed to reach his room then he would be safe. He rounded the corner to the hallway leading to his sanctuary and came face to face with you, he screamed and jumped back slightly. You had known he would seek refuge in his room, so you had gone through the back door, taking a different staircase to beat him here.
“What is your problem?” You were sick of this all, tired of the avoidance, tired of him bolting from you. You wanted answers and wanted them now.
“Go away…” His voice was weak, the look in his eyes was familiar but you couldn’t place it.
“NO! I want answers Asmo! Why are you avoiding me? I get it, I yelled at you and you didn’t like that, but are you seriously going to treat me like this now?!” You stepped closer to him, you could see his breathing pick up, chest moving rapidly, his eyes wide.
“Leave me alone…” Voice wavering, you recalled the last time you saw this look in someone’s eyes. Belphegor had given you the same look when you had cornered him in your room, eyes full of fear, it was feeding something inside you again.
“No… answer me. Do you think you’re too good to speak to me anymore?”
“Please, just leave me alone…”
“Think you’re better than me again? Think I’m not worth your time?”
“Go away! Please!”
“All I’ve ever been is just a toy for you to play with until you’re bored! Just your precious little doll right?” A light flickered in your eyes, adrenaline pumping through you.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!! PLEASE!” In an instant Asmo transformed into his demon form, fear still in his eyes but now joined by tears brimming on the edge ready to spill. You didn’t back down, seeing his horns would have scared you months ago but after all this, after dying? Demons were no longer scary to you, but you seemed to terrify them.
“TELL ME WHAT THE PROBLEM IS ASMODEUS! YOU WANT ME TO GO AWAY? THEN ANSWER ME!” Both of you were screaming now, you knew if anyone was home they could hear the two of you, you knew none of them dared to interrupt you though. No one was coming to save Asmo and no one needed to save you.
“I LOVE YOU!!!” His voice was shrill, using every ounce of himself to cry out. He dropped to his knees, face red as the tears poured down his cheeks.
You paused for a moment, stunned by his sudden outburst. Asmo was known for being narcissistic, full of love for himself and no one else, this had to be a lie or some sick joke. But if that was the case, why was he so distraught, why was he on his knees having a breakdown?
“What?” Your tone cautious, waiting for him to jump up and lunge at you, expecting this to be a cover for some attack.
“I love you!! I can’t face you anymore because I was awful to you but I love you!” His breathing shaky in between sobs, “I can’t stop thinking about the way you see me now! It’s killing me! You hate me now but I love you!” he looked up at you with pleading eyes, his hands gripping his thighs so tight his knuckles turned white. He started muttering ‘I love you’ repeatedly through his tears, his body shaking as he gasped for air.
When Belphie had broken before you, it made you feel empowered, it fed something inside you, watching Asmodeus have a meltdown wasn’t nearly as satisfying. You knew the fifth born never let others see his true emotions, always wearing a smile and keeping up his playboy appearance and attitude, to see him on his knees weak and vulnerable like this was either a sign of trust or total fear. You took a deep breath before sighing, you knelt down next to him, wiping tears off his cheek.
“You don’t love me Asmo…you barely know me.”
“I do though! I love you! All of you!” He tensed up under your touch, his breath hitching as your thumb glided across his face. His voice was desperate, you couldn’t tell if he was trying to convince you or himself.
“No, Asmo, you really don’t. You have no reason to love me.” You continued trying to wipe his tears away as well as the smudges of his mascara. His eyes followed your every movement, his breathing finally starting to even out. “We’ve hardly spent time together.”
“Then why do I feel like this? Why can’t I stop thinking about you? Why do I want to be with you all the time?” His hand slowly reached up to hold your wrist as you started wiping his other cheek, you could feel his eyes locked on your lips and knew you needed to stop this before it got out of hand.
“I don’t know Asmo, maybe you feel guilty for how you used to treat me? Maybe you have a crush on me, you’re Avatar of Lust, who knows but I know it’s not love.” You lowered your hand and looked at him, he looked pitiful. Another broken demon sat before you, begging to be put back together, you got your answer but were confused on where to go from here.
Love was really all Asmodeus knew, he received it from his friends, from his fans, from random strangers on the street. You had stirred up new emotions in him, ugly ones that he typically avoided having like guilt, anger, fear, and sadness. You knew he was just projecting his swell of emotions into the one he was comfortable with, telling himself that he was madly in love with you when in reality he was just lost.
“I’m sorry…” Asmo’s voice cut through your thoughts, he was still looking at you with those sad eyes, he moved his hand from your wrist and softly grazed your fingers with his. “I was awful to you… I said some very hateful things… it makes me sick to think about. I wish I could take it back, I wish I could fix this!”
“You can fix this Asmo.” You took his hand in yours, knowing he needed some type of comfort right now.
“How?” His voice soft and close to breaking again.
“You’ve already started by apologizing, by taking responsibility for how you treated me before.”
“You’ll forgive me for that?” The fifth born leaned in slightly, his wings fluttered behind him.
“Of course, as long as you realize what you said and did and actively work on being better, then I have no problem forgiving you.” You watched a smile form on his lips finally, he looked down at your hand holding his and began playing with your fingers.
“I don’t deserve it though…”
“Asmo look, you said some really mean stuff yeah, but I told you I’m willing to mend our relationship if you are.”
“No, I mean…” Asmo took a deep breath in, preparing himself to be completely honest with you. “I don’t deserve your love or forgiveness, I’m not the amazing, self-confident demon you think I am. I’m horribly insecure about a lot of things…”
“Asmo…” His tears fell silently this time, he was trying to occupy himself by playing with your hand still. You had known all along the fifth born had several insecurities, it only made sense with the amount of attention he always received, but Asmo was never one to openly admit that. For him to sit here and tell you, even if it wasn’t a specific insecurity, you knew this was him giving you total access and control.
“I don’t care if you’re insecure, I am too. I just want us to get along.”  You placed your other hand on top of his, “can we do that?”
Asmo gave a weak smile but shook his head vigorously, you knew he was exhausted emotionally and you were worn out physically from chasing him down. You helped him stand and walked him to his bedroom, telling him you both needed to rest for a while, he leaned into you as you made your way down the hall.
Once reaching his room, Asmo opened the door but lingered for a moment, a bashful look on his face before saying your name in a quiet voice.
“I know this isn’t the right time to ask but…do you think that maybe, you and I could… get to know each other better?” He looked at you with soft eyes, nervously awaiting your response.
“I’d like that,” You gave him a warm smile “maybe we can start with you helping me pick an outfit for the formal next week.”
Asmo beamed at you, agreeing to help you as soon as you were ready, and you left him to decompress. He shut his door and made his way towards his bed, he swiftly bent over and pulled a small box from underneath. Sitting himself on the bed, the box next to him, Asmo opened the lid and removed two pictures from inside. One of you on your own, a candid he had taken while out with the group, the other a selfie he managed to snag with you.
You really were a perfect creature, so sweet and innocent yet powerful and dangerous, just like him. The two of you were so similar, absolutely stunning without trying, objects of desire among demons, capable of driving others crazy with lust. It’s as if you were meant to be.
Asmodeus hummed happily staring at the two pictures, his heart starting to heal already, he laid back on the bed holding the photos over his chest. Even if you didn’t believe him right now, even if he had to spend the next thousand years proving it to you, Asmo knew he really was in love with you. And he was determined to make you see that.
Even if it killed him.
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devilfemdom · 2 years
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Not good enough
Pairing: Asmodeus x gn!Reader genre(?): angst, suggestive Warnings: mention of sex 586 words
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Your chest heaves quickly, trying to calm down. Asmodeus' hot breath is fanning over your nipples. Asmo readjusts and nestles into your neck, breathing you in, and leaving small pecks all he could reach. You laugh at the ticklish sensation. You have one arm around him, pulling him close to you. "That was fun" you say lighthearted, rubbing his back "you did a good job".  Asmodeus pushes himself up on one of his elbows to look you in your face and smiles proudly "you did too" he replies genuinely. Ready to plummet into your arms again he lets go, but you pull away, making him fall into his pillows instead. He turns around with a pout on his face. "We should do that again some time" you say and standing up with your back facing him, picking up your clothes that are scattered across his bedroom floor.
Asmo now sits upright in his bed, hair disheveld, his skin covered in bite marks and hickey that start becoming more visvible and his blanket covering his legs, as he looks at you dressing yourself. "Where are you going?" he hopes he doesn't sound as pathetic as he think he did. You turn around, looking at him "were you hoping for another round?" you walk towards the bed and cup his face with one hand, you lean down and press a kiss to his lips. Asmo catches your bottom lip with his teeth and deepens the kiss. Your free hand entangles into his hair. His tongue is exploring your mouth and he lowers himself onto the bed again. You let yourself get dragged down, you steady yourself with your hands next to his head, upholding you and stopping your body from crashing on top of him. Your body tingles overcome with sensations. The scent of roses are filling your nostrils and his lipgloss tastes like peaches, everything feels sweet. Your bodies are heating up again, but you pull away.
"Your truly are insatiable" you say playfully as you wipe your lips with your thumb to catch any escaped saliva. You stand up and straigthen your clothes. "But I need to wake up early tomorrow and I need to catch the last bus." You walk over to his mirror to fix your hair. "Anyway I had a great time. Text me if you wanna repeat today, some time." With that you walk out of his room without even looking at him and exit the House of Lamentation.
Asmodeus sits on his mattress, staring blankly at the door. So, you were only interested in his body. He feels ashamed as the realization hits him. Of course you weren't interested in him, what does he even have to offer besides his sex appeal? Even though it happened a thousand time before, the stinging feeling of being used, doesn't let up. He is abondoned with bruises all over his skin, that mock him over his hope of meaning something to you. The feeling of disgust and shame is consuming him. Asmo wraps his arms around himself and shuts his eyes. Why did it feel so real? His eyes are burning. Your adoring smile when you looked at him, your sweet compliments and your gentle touches. Is he not worthy of your love? His fingers brush over his lips, before he grips his arms and grits his teeth as salty tears trail down his face. Is he only ever good enough for sex? Will he never be loved for who he is?
Asmodeus weeps the entire night.
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loveyluciel · 7 months
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hopeless devotion 
a/n:: yes, the angst is back. i would like to put a heavy trigger warning on all parts to this series, it is based on the character's reactions when finding out about the terrible childhood lev dealt with and has some dark topics/ themes, even if they're not mentioned in true detail. as always, please read at your own discretion!
cw's:: overall just very angsty hurt/ comfort, mentions of abuse, heartbreak, and past relationships. though there’s quite a bit of fluff to this one, as well as a sweet brotherly interaction. please read the warnings for this.
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lust had gotten used to heartbreak over the centuries, but it had never felt like this… watching his true love crying as he told horrific stories and clearly tried his hardest not to cry broke his heart as he sobbed himself, pulling him close and sobbing into each other’s shoulders as lev pulled asmo’s legs around himself and hugged him tighter. lev cried until he fell peacefully asleep in asmo’s arms, still crying asmo noticing his quietness and pulling back to tuck his hair behind his ears and plant a kiss on his forehead, whispering with admiration all but dripping from his voice, “my sweet, sweet little sheep… come here, let’s go to sleep, okay..? asmo’s– asmo’s got you, he’ll take the best care of you…” he laid lev against the pillows and under the covers as carefully as he could, taking a final long look at his angelic face before kissing him and standing, walking to the kitchen with d.d.d. in hand, just trying to contain his sobs and not wail in the middle of the hallway. he made much more noise than he would have liked once he grabbed the required utensils, but wasn’t too worried as lev wasn’t in his room and (hopefully) wouldn’t be disturbed by it, all other brothers be damned.
though not nearly as good a baker as lev or even lucifer or satan, asmo pulled up a recipe on his phone that he had been wanting to try and put some of his frustration into making a rather large batch of pink velvet cupcakes, sinking against the counter as they were put into the oven and tears began to flow freely once again. he shakily sobbed into his arms folded on his knees for a little while, until he heard a pair of footsteps approaching and a large, warm hand on the top of his head. he looked up, puffy-eyed and red nosed as beel’s kind face looked back down at him, leaving his side to open a package of store-bought cookies but coming back to sit beside him and offer one as he asked softly, “everything okay, asmo..?” asmo just nodded, breaking off a little chunk of the cookie and checking the timer on his phone for how long he had to endure holding back his sobs. he had begun to worry more about if lev would wake up and feel like asmo had left him than just the stories retold to him merely an hour before.
his shoulders began to untense a bit as beel gave him a pat on the back and turned his gaze to the oven, asking with slightly illuminated eyes, “are you cooking something??” “i was making lev some cupcakes… you could have one but the rest are for him.” “did something happen..?! why so late?” asmo shook his head, wanting to reassure him that it was fine but choking on his own tears as his words caught in his throat, rendering him speechless as he just sobbed, beel guiding his head onto his arm and letting asmo cry into his shoulder for the remaining ten minutes while the desserts baked. he watched patiently as asmo iced them, though he did so a bit too quickly as the frosting melted a tiny bit to drip down the sides, but for once he could care less about how good they looked and just worried about getting back to bed as quickly as he could.
he gave beel one before fixing himself and lev drinks, taking the whole tray upstairs and sighing as he shut the door with his foot, looking to the bed and seeing lev comfily passed out with his pale pink hair stretched across the sheets and pillow tucked against his chest, presumably in asmo’s place in his sleepy little brain. a few tears splashed onto the metal tray as asmo sincerely looked over his sleeping beauty, trying his best not to continue envisioning the horrors of his past and instead focus on how happy he’d be to have asmo back and with sweet cupcakes! after a few minutes of listening to nothing but his own heartbeat and sniffles, asmo set the tray onto a suitable surface and walked into the bathroom, cleaning his face and applying a few cosmetics to appear less sobby and more like the beautiful demon lev swears to love so much.
lev woke to a gentle shaking of his shoulder, slowly looking up from the satin sheets to see his poor love standing beside the bed with a tray of cupcakes in hand and tear-stained face illuminated by the moonlight, sitting himself up and yawning as asmo set the tray down onto the bed, ignoring its warmth and setting his oven mitts beside it to crawl onto lev’s stomach, exposed from the stolen t-shirt that had rolled up in his sleep and too enticing to not rest his cheek against, sighing into his skin and hugging his hips as lev’s hands delicately worked their way through his champagne hair with care. “my love, did you make these just for me..?” lev asked in the sweetest tone, pulling a blanket over asmo’s halfway-clothed figure so he wouldn’t get cold and leaning down at asmo’s nod against him which quickly turned into a loving nuzzle as more tears made their way onto lev. “thank you, my jewel.. now let’s sit up to enjoy these, shall we beautiful?”
asmo reluctantly listened, sitting himself up and avoiding lev’s gaze as he held the hem of his shirt and mumbled, “cuddles.. don’t leave..” lev exhaled through his nose, pulling asmo up to his side and molded him against his side, kissing his cheekbone and whispering against him, “i will never leave you, princess. i did marry you, did i not?” asmo nodded, faint smile breaking through as he draped himself over lev’s lap and relaxed into his hands dragging up and down his back, even letting out a quiet giggle as lev held a cupcake to his lips and purposefully bumped it against the side of his mouth to get frosting on him. “these’re really good, princess..! thank you.” still silent, asmo just nodded, pressing a kiss to the back of lev’s hand as lev moved the tray onto the nightstand to cradle asmo against his chest, beginning to brush through his hair with the brush he sneakily grabbed from beside the bed.
“it’s alright, sweetie. no more tears tonight. i- he kisses asmo’s cheek, making him smile and entwine their hands just want- kisses his temple to sleep with my precious snuggle bunny, kiss to his lower cheek and get up and make him breakfast in the morning, fruit crepes in matching sweaters and face masks, cuddles while i cook and fruit samples while you wait, then a lazy day and nice dinner. how does that sound?” “it *sniff* it sounds perfect.” asmo choked back another sob, but this time out of happiness, leaning into lev’s hands and the heavenly way he brushed his hair and dragged his nails enchantingly up and down his arm. happiness that he had truly found the perfect boy, human or soon demon or whatever, that he had the honor of calling him mr. asmodeus, and that he would never have to worry about sleeping alone in the cold expanse of his bed again. 
♥︎
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dicetheroll · 10 months
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(Lesson 10 spoilers) part two here Content: you have the attic flashback™ when belphie confronts you about being human cw: blood mentions, violence, lesson 16 flashback from OG game
"You mean you lied to us?"
"You were one of them all this time?"
You stood in the coliseum, air cold against your skin as the blood pumped through your veins. Your gaze swept from brother to brother, and each of them shared expressions ranging from surprise and shock to sadness and flickering hope. Well, all of them except for Belphie.
"It's the humans' fault that Lilith died! They're the reason she was punished!" Belphie shouted, balling his fists as he took several steps towards you menacingly.
You tried to open your mouth to explain, but a strange panic had constricted your throat. Suddenly, images began flashing through your mind as you tried to look away, at anyone else but Belphie.
No…no, no, no.
It was like the attic all over again; the sound of manic laughter filled your ears, and a tail closed around your windpipe as claws stapled through your skin. The thick metallic scent of blood and the increasing pressure around your throat overwhelmed your senses...
You're so stupid that I can't help but laugh. Don't blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.
A horrified scream spilled out of your lips before you could register it, and you scrambled back away from him, tumbling onto the ground. Diavolo, Mammon and Levi all rushed forward to catch you, but it sent you into a further panic and you tried to hide your head in your arms. The concrete felt warm, just like the wooden floor of the attic had…
"MC!"
A sharp gasp escaped you as reality slammed back against your chest and forced you to focus on the snowy-haired figure now kneeling in front you. You weren't sure when Solomon had arrived, but you were glad he was in front of you, blocking Belphie from your sight. You clung to the sorcerer, hiding from the seething gaze of the Avatar of Sloth; although, the demon had forgotten his anger when you had fallen to the floor.
"Lilith, I c-can't do this," The sound of your labored breathing filled the Coliseum, and everyone fell silent. "I can't help them again, I'm going to die, he's going to k-kill me again and I'm never going to see them again, p-please…" You whimpered, shaking as Solomon held you close.
Belphie's eyes widened as you spoke. His lips parted slightly in shock, "L-Lilith…?"
Lucifer, on the other side, was just as shocked. Whatever interrogation he had been ready to throw at you died in his throat as he watched you, barely coherent in Solomon's grasp. Did you somehow know Lilith? But…that was impossible, there was no way, unless you…
Had Lilith retained her memories as a human and sent you down here to watch over them?
It would've made sense, if it weren't for the fact that you had been Solomon's apprentice for long enough for another explanation to be considered.
Diavolo took a few slow steps towards you, attempting to mediate the situation when your mind began to spiral again at the sight of his arms. Arms, strong enough to snap you in two…
"No…no, no, no, Solomon," you whispered. "It's happening again. I'm going to die. He's going to crush me. I can't b-breath-"
"Shhh MC, it's okay. I'm here now, I won't let anyone hurt you. We'll go somewhere they can't follow, alright? You're safe." Solomon rubbed circles into your back when he felt you start to shake again.
Mammon, Levi and Asmo stood, wide-eyed with anguish painted on their faces as they watched you trembling in the sorcerer's arms. They wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but stopped when Solomon glared at all of them, particularly Lucifer and Belphie.
Mammon wanted to scoop you up in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. He didn't care that you were human, and you must've had your reasons for keeping it a secret. He wanted to shout at Lucifer, about how you were a friend, not an enemy. However, his brother's now forlorn face told him he didn't need to say anything. He wasn't sure what your connection to Lilith was, but it was clear to him that you would never harm his brothers.
Asmo didn't know whether to comfort you or give you space. Every time Belphie got close to you, you sounded so scared, one would've thought the Avatar of Sloth had tried to murder you instead of just having an argument; yes, an argument, that's what it was. You were all just having a heated discussion and everything would resolve itself in a few moments if you just talked it out…
Levi watched you scramble backwards across the floor, as if you had been burned by Belphie's glare. He couldn't process how you were the headstrong, brave, levelheaded attendant, whilst at the same time, the frightened attendant on the floor, reduced to a trembling mess. He was angry at Lucifer for continuing to grill you while you were clearly distraught, but he decided to focus on the fact that you had addressed Lilith in your frenzy. Had their sister asked you to do something while she was still alive?
Beel froze for a few moments before pulling his twin back. The latter let himself be moved without protest or hesitation, but Belphie's gaze was still trained on you and Solomon. Beel felt nothing but shame. You had been so kind to them as their attendant, helping them feel at ease in the Devildom and soothing their fears and worries, and this was how they repaid you? All because you had kept the fact that you were a human a secret?
He understood Belphie's pain, but at the same time, like Mammon had said, it was nothing but a label. What had happened to Lilith hadn't been your fault. But…you knew Lilith. Somehow, that alone reassured him of your good intentions.
Barbatos had the horrible feeling in the back of his mind that he was supposed to know why you were reacting the way you did to the Avatar of Sloth. He couldn't place his thoughts on it, and he could estimate the tragic consequences he'd face if he tried to look into the timelines to find an answer. All he knew was that you were needed here, and that your presence would help the Young Lord in a way that nobody else would be able to accomplish.
Diavolo could feel the lump in his throat growing painful. This had been his fault, hadn't it? If only he had offered you immediate protection at the Castle when he'd found out you were human…he had sensed the sincerity in your voice when you said you wanted to help him, and he wanted to cry out. He could see the understanding in your eyes, as if you saw right through the composed prince's facade and talked to the troubled young boy that was struggling to fix the Devildom. You were…a friend.
Belphie stepped back; his emotions were all over the place, and he wouldn't be able to handle himself if anyone said another word. But one look at Beel's face had silenced whatever vile dialogue he had stewed in his mind for days. He knew that you had not been aware of the Celestial War, nor had you had any involvement with it. But why did you speak of Lilith? Had she been in touch with you? N-no, MC, he wasn't going to kill you! He was…Belphie shuddered at the realization that, if he hadn't been stopped, and if Solomon hadn't interfered, in his misplaced anger he might have actually…
He doesn't want to think about what he might've done.
You had shown him so much kindness, you'd been so understanding, helping him through his emotions; he was going to throw it all down the drain and all because of what? You were a human? He felt ashamed, and he felt a pang in his chest when Solomon disappeared with you. Would he get a chance to apologize to you?
Lucifer swallowed heavily, taking a slight step back from the group, but not once did his eyes leave your figure. And if your eyes had found Lucifer's in that moment, you would have seen the glimmer of sympathy and emotion that shone through layer upon layer of cold indifference buried deep within them.
The Avatar of Pride recalled his suspicions about you and your arrival in the Devildom. He used to think you were plotting something; that you would harm his brothers after getting close to them. But now, as he watched your trembling figure, he couldn't bring himself to even think that you'd do such a thing.
You were so weak and vulnerable right now, if anyone were to tell him you were a danger to his brothers— each powerful in their own right— he would laugh. However, he noted that despite your decreasing stability of mind and inherent fear of Belphie, you hadn't tried to attack any of them.
Somehow, he could hear Lilith's voice mocking him in his head, "Still think they're gonna hurt our brothers, Luci?"
There were so many questions he still needed to ask you.
"Wait, MC! Solomon!" Diavolo cried out before the two of you disappear in a flash of light.
And all Lucifer could do was watch.
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lovetei · 8 months
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Okay, this have been on my mind for a while now…
So! MC in the manga is a sheep (get turn into a sheep because they aren’t familiar with the magic? Idk). I was just wondering that at the end of the exchange programme how would the boys react to Mc’s “true form”
This is such an interesting thing to write 🖤
By the way, this is another request stuck in my drafts, I promise I'll try to make up for it and post more :')
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Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, no proofreading, wrong grammar, spelling errors, kind of long
Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters
Links: Masterlist
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LUCIFER
It was the end of the exchange program and he's seeing you off
A large portal behind your back
For you, it might be the portal that will lead you to the freedom and whatever normality this program took away from you for a whole year
The portal that you've been waiting for
But for him, it's nothing but a spiral of magic that takes away the only comfort he has
The comfort that he seek for
And his twisted heart aches whenever he remembers it
But he hides it off with a smile and a wave
He waved at you one last time before you turned around
"Uhm... I feel weird-"
What?
The extreme feeling of despair left his body for a second and was covered with confusion
That soon turned into worry as your sheep form completely fell to the ground
The noises you're making is not normal and they're all panicking because they've never heard of it before
And the fact that you started glowing didn't ease their mind.
Could it be that some higher demon planted some spell inside of you?
IS THAT SPELL SUCCESFUL?!-
MC..?
He looked at you shock
No, more like-
He looked at your new form, shocked.
The way your naked body is laying on the ground right in front of him...
Right in front of them..?
He can't help but sigh and thought that, everything would have been fine, perfect even, if you turned into this form in front of him
But no, you just have to turn into your original self in front of everyone
Now he can't even embrace you.
All he did was take his coat off and throw it to your body as his face flush red.
You turned around to look at them as you clutch his coat with that adorable expression before you run off and enter the portal
He's left there, shocked and speechless
He didn't know what the hell just happened
But what's he's sure of is that he's going to get you back
And you're going to show that expression to him one more time
But that time, it will just be the two of you, alone.
MAMMON
This man is bawling his eyes out
His original plan is to watch you leave as he cries and once you're gone he will walk it off like a real man, with tear stains of course.
He set his mind to it, gambling for the whole week after you leave so that he can forget you
Even for just a moment
But no,
You won't even let him have the peace of mind
Or leave him with a nice memory
Instead your sheep body dropped to ground and made everyone think that you're about to die!
But you know what more you did?
You turned into a human!
Your human form!
Naked!
He went from 😭 -> 🤨 -> 😮 -> 😭 -> 😳 in a mere minute
He just stood there with a flushed face
A blushing dumbass who don't know what to do but watch as Lucifer threw his coat on you
And watch you run away with that cute expression, embarrassed expression on your face.
Gosh
You drive him insane
Now he's all fired up, willing to destroy the mortal world just to get you back in his arms.
LEVIATHAN
This one too is bawling his eyes out
While holding his camera of course
He's filming every part of this
He's standing there like "WAHHH MCCC! W-Wait is the angle r-right..? I need to capture how b-beautiful MC is..." while sobbing words out.
His hands are holding the camera shakily but the movement suddenly stopped when you said you feel weird...
His eyes shot open and his tears stopped
Are you okay..?
. . .
He's malfunctioning the moment you dropped to the ground and started to glow
And he malfunctioned even more when you turned into your human born, as naked as the moment you were born.
Now his sniper instincts came in and the camera is as focused as a laser
He's staring at you wide eyed, face as red as a tomato and his mouth agape
He doesn't know what's happening
But what he's sure of is that he needs to film it
Everything
The moment you grabbed Lucifer's coat and hugged it to cover yourself
And the moment you stood up and looked at them with that cute expression
But the moment you left, he hid the camera
This film is for his eyes only...
He's gonna need this for a 'project'...
And you know what else he needs?
Tissues.
SATAN
He's smiling everything off as he watches you leave
But you know deep down some anger is boiling
Considering how hot his pact mark is getting
Because, why do you have to leave..? Did he fail to satisfy your standards..?
He can't help but roll his eyes internally
But in the middle of his self talk, you spoke
"I kind of... Feel weird-"
And then you dropped to the ground and he's suddenly panicking
Any other feeling except for confusion flushed out of his body
He ran up to you immidiately but the light dimmed down and your naked body lay before him
He can't help stop in his tracks and just look at you and blush
Before he can even register anything, Lucifer's coat is already hugging your body
Which causes another wave of wrath to hit him
He just glared at Lucifer and saw that he's not even paying attention to him
He's looking at you
With a foreign expression in his face
So he also looked at you and...
Why the fuck did you have to look so majestic..?
You met his gaze and your face flushed before you ran out and entered the portal
He just remained still
Looking at the ground where you once sat
He can't move, he's shaking so much...
He feels like he's about to explode...
ASMODEUS
"WAHHH MCCC!" He whined out as he openly sobbed
He loves you so much!
Just why do you have to leave him!
He can't help but pout at you as you say your final goodbye
But what about him?
Why do you have to leave him too!
I mean it's understandable that you want to leave them because they're all such nuisances to you why him?!
He can't help it-
What do you mean you're feeling weird?
He's slowly walking to your direction
But you started to glow..?
Suddenly he's bearing his teeth expecting enemies around
Oh wait...
Oh...
You're...
Naked...
His mind is scrambled
He completely stopped working
And he'll probably be out of service for the next few days.
BEELZEBUB
He's probably standing there with Belphie in his arms
He's giving you his infamous puppy smile hoping that you'll give him what he wants
Hoping that you'll fall for it like the usual and ran up to him an dsay he's cute instead of leaving
But there's a part in his heart that knows you won't
He's sad and happy at the same time
He's happy because you'll finally live the way you do back then
But he's sad because you have to leave to do so...
Huh?
You're feeling weird..?
You're glowing, MC!
He's shaking Belphegor awake now
What's happening to you-
. . .
He'll be one of the most respectful and cover his eyes
But he's secretly peaking through the gaps
Your flushed face...
Looks so cute...
You look...
You looked delicious...
Just enough to eat...
Now he's hungry.
Hungry for something... New?
Something that includes you.
BELPHEGOR
He's awake actually
He watched everyone, he heard everyone gave their final speeches to you
But when you were about to leave
He forcefully shut his eyes and leaned on Beel
Hoping that his sin would take over and he fell into some deep slumber
But why of all times... Why isn't it cooperating..?
His brows are furrowed as he forces himself to sleep
But suddenly everyone dropped silent...
So you finally left?
Wha- why is Beel shaking him?-
MC?!
Why the fuck are you glowing now?!
No no no...
Is it the work of some demon?!
Who-
. . .
You're... Naked...
In front of everyone...
Haha...
Beel better hold him back or else he's about to run after you and do what his brothers can't
But he knows you won't like that.
So he clinged to Beel-
Haha...
Why do you look like that?!
That's his last thought before he ran and almost caught you but the portal closed
Immidiately.
"Hmm... What a shame~"
He'll make sure he'll catch you next time.
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rashomonss · 11 months
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Readjusting
context: just a few somewhat angsty headcanons I have for when MC and Solomon return to the present after everything, enjoy!!
warnings: this does contain nightbringer spoilers
the past changes people
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MC will often become more hesitant to talk to or even engage with the brothers. Due to being treated as an attendant in the past they now are used to it, so whenever one of the brothers tries to engage with them they find it hard to sit still or listen to said brother for long periods of time without feeling out of place.
MC will often mix up the fact that they are an exchange student rather than an attendant. When Diavolo claims that he wants MC to feel comfortable as an exchange student MC will respond with something along the lines of how they don’t need much because they’re the brothers attendant. Which in return gets a few confusing stares from others.
MC still carries out some of their duties as an attendant unconsciously. Such as keeping track of the brother’s schedules, events, student council meetings, etc. The brothers don’t mind at first however what they do find unpleasant is the fact MC always follows behind them instead of right beside them like they used too. This doesn’t register until one of them says something to MC, which they in turn respond with “I always follow behind all seven of you”. Which makes their hearts sink.
Still focusing on the attendant duties, MC will still continue to carry out anything asked of them without much of a fight. Since they were so used to carrying out such elaborate things when watching over the brothers in the past they are now used to doing such tasks for them. Most of the time this will confuse most of the brothers because MC is usually more vocal with their opinion on something.
MC will unconsciously be a bit harsher and stricter on the brothers than they usually were. Since being their attendant MC had to keep each of them on a tight leash so they wouldn’t get into trouble. So now in the present if they were to start fighting MC would be the first to show up to scold them instead of Lucifer.
MC will just straight up be petty with Lucifer for a while. Due to the things he said while they were in the past they still haven’t completely forgiven him. So whenever Lucifer mentions his “family”, MC finds themselves saying some remark along the lines of “well that doesn’t include me” or “just the seven of you I know. I leave you all alone” is enough to confuse and hurt the hell out of him. MC knows that Lucifer does really care for them in this timeline, but they can’t help it. His words really did hurt them deeply for awhile.
On another topic of MC’s attitude, Diavolo soon realizes that they are much more formal with him. The cute nickname Dia was dropped and he was always referred to by a title now. When Diavolo questioned them about formality MC simply explained that the past Barbatos didn’t like them referring to Diavolo in such a manner.
MC is now more vigilant around Satan, Belphegor and Barbatos, each for different reasons.
Satan is one that worries MC the most because they became used to having to deal with his violent outbursts and destructive episodes. So when Satan gets angry in the present MC will step in front of him and the brothers separating them. Satan soon grows confused when MC prepares a spell to restrain him.
Belphegor doesn’t worry MC as much as the other two, but after he found out they were a human in the past and tried to kill them again in response MC had to remain vigilant. They still do whenever they are alone with him. Which in turn makes the youngest guilty about the past.
Barbatos is someone MC keeps Solomon away from at all costs. After all MC was used to Barbatos teleporting the sorcerer around from place to place. It did become concerning when Solomon would show up later and later each time he came home. So to avoid that MC would make themselves and Solomon avoid the butler at all costs. However the present butler soon finds this behavior hurtful when MC constantly declines his offer to come over. In the end MC has a hard time remembering that this isn’t the past Barbatos.
Many soon noticed the strong bond MC now has with Solomon and of course they all become jealous. At first they noticed how MC would go to him for little things, or just prefer to be around him more, but when they asked about moving in with him rather than staying in the House of Lamentation it threw everyone for a loop. It made it even worse when MC said they’ll be there to help the brothers every morning like usual. They wanted MC to realize that they’re an exchange student not an attendant.
Many also notice how reliant they are on Solomon for certain things. Sometimes MC just needs Solomons presence in a room to be able to feel comfortable. If not MC will then become slightly annoyed or fidgety.
Solomon becomes more protective over MC without even realizing it. If he believes one of the brothers are being too bothersome to MC he will step in and whisk them away.
Solomon finds it easier to steal MC’s attention away now. Before when he would try and drag them away from the brothers, or even try and steal their attention for just a second it always failed. However with how close they both became in the past, if Solomon interrupts a conversation MC is having with the brothers MC finds themselves listening to him a bit more than the brother they were speaking with.
MC is much more reckless and blunt with their decision making now. Before they were a bit more collected with their thoughts. However being in the past made their impulsive decision making become a habit. Thus causing the brothers to sometimes question MC methods.
MC would often question the brothers as to why they weren’t in their demon forms. They suppose they just got used to seeing them in those outfits for so long now it became the norm.
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another-lost-mc · 3 months
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Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?
Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.
At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.
The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?
😈🍬 anon
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a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.
the worst goodbye | the demon brothers
2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst
cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.
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Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.
He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.
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You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.
It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!
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Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.
He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—
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When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.
If only the world could see you the way I do.
Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.
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Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.
It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."
He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.
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Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.
By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)
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Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.
It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.
Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.
Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)
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temis-de-leon · 2 months
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Obsessed with the implications of poly!MC falling under a sleeping curse. Antidote, of course, being true love's kiss.
And true love exists in every type of relationship (look at Maleficent and her motherly kiss to Aurora), but I think the brothers and/or the rest of the cast would only see it as romantic.
All of them want to be the first to kiss MC, so sure of being their one true love, but since they all love them with such a deep force, it wouldn't matter who's the one kissing them, MC would still wake up. It's true love.
Now, I think the one to actually give the first and, consequently, only kiss, would be either Lucifer or Diavolo. It depends on how big the poly relationship is. If poly!MC is dating everyone, like the bad bitch they are, Diavolo would for sure take advantage of his position as future ruler. However, if it's only the brothers, Lucifer would use the privilege of being the oldest.
Mammon could be the first if he cheats and kisses them before anyone notices. "The Great Mammon, your first" and all that.
What are the implications, you may ask? Well, just imagine. Imagine the heartbreak of sharing the love of your life with your family, your best friend, your master or servant, only for your lover not to reciprocate your deepest feeling.
MC may love them, but they're not MC's one true love; at least, according to the sleeping curse.
How much would Satan or Belphie hate their older brother? How much would Levi hate himself? Would Diavolo and Lucifer's friendship suffer? At what extent?
And how fucking funny would it be to have Luke kissing MC's forehead, that kiss being the one that wakes them up?
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strawberry-cowmilk · 6 months
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the brothers when they realise mc will die one day
-> brothers x mc
a/n: it's been a good minute since I wrote actual ultimate painful angst so here you go while I wait for my hot makeup sponge soap soup to help me clean the things
mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read
content warnings: angst, death, crying, sports injury
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Lucifer
he was peacefully listening to a new record he got with you next to him
lucifer was a great fan of this certain composer so he started to talk a little about the music and the meaning behind it
'the composer wrote this piece for their deceased partner-' he suddenly went quiet once he realised he will be like the composer one day
you had already fallen asleep to hear what he said, lucifer carefully pressed you close, afraid of waking you up and afraid of the day you'll leave him
Mammon
mammon was very bored since lucifer took away his card as a punishment, so he decided to watch tv
he was just browsing the channels and ended up watching the news
mammon was already upset about not having his card, and all the depressing stuff on the news made him more sad, and one certain report hit him with the reality that humans die way before demons
tears stung at his eyes as he instantly called you, asking where you are and if you're willing to cuddle him
Leviathan
he got a new game off of akuzon and you're playing it together
it just happens that you're absolutely terrible at this game so you keep dying every two minutes
it was funny at first, you and levi were laughing about it until he suddenly went quiet and started crying
before you could ask him what happened he hugged you and started begging you to not die for real
it took some while for him to calm down a little, you're his (only) friend, how will he live without you?
Satan
he was working on a group rad project with solomon, eventually he started talking about how he accidentally made himself immortal
eventually satan demanded to know how he did it, and he was pretty angrily asking too, during the conversation he realised you are not immortal (unlike solomon)
the prof literally had to separate them because satan was getting too angry
satan wasted no time, he went to look for you so he can spend time with you and forget his awful thoughts
Asmodeus
there was some fashion week event in the devildom and some high fashion brand asked asmo to model for them (he accepted)
but on the day of the event, it got cancelled
asmo was not pleased with this, but you told him it's ok and you can watch him on the catwalk next time he gets invited, but the thing is that probably won't be until another 500 years-
he realised there's a very good chance you won't be alive for the next time, he cried and clung to you, denying reality
Beelzebub
beel was playing the finals of his fangol game and things were getting very serious, there were players getting tackled left and right pretty badly
his mind started to drift away from the game for a while, and remembered that time you asked him to play with you
but if you, a human, were on this field, you'd probably get badly injured, or worse
the coach had to get a time out because the team's got beel literally crying his eyes out on the bench
the team won, but beel is not in the mood for celebrating
Belphegor
it just randomly hit him
he was looking at the stars next to you in the planetarium and something about the stars today made him think about everything, and eventually the fact that humans don't live long compared to demons
he turned to you, said something along the lines of 'don't go' and curled up against you, falling asleep
belphie needed to give himself a good dream right now otherwise he feels like he won't be able to handle it now
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minimallyminnie · 10 months
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Hi! Sorry I haven’t been writing lately! Hopes this makes up for it!
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Gn reader, Nightbringer timeframe so you are their attendant, uhhh a bit dark with some of them (Levi, Satan, Twins)
How you show the brothers you care about them even if they don’t remember you.
Lucifer
Though he stays in his room all the time, he does get up to do his daily things outside.
That being said, those days were rare when you could only hear the same album and small hics coming from his room
You remember the album from your time frame, he told you once
You were drinking tea with him and he told you how it was Lilith’s favorite album to play when she was happy
It hurt to see him not go to the table and eat.
So once Beel is out of sight in the kitchen, you go inside, make a plate of dinner and fill up a cup of hot tea for him
You knock twice on the door and set the food down next to the door, covered with foil and sticky note that says
“Lucifer, you should eat more. -[MC]”
You know he’s there when you come back to sweep the hallways and see an empty plate with a cup on top.
You only take the dishes in silent content and wash them in the kitchen.
Happy knowing that Lucifer at least ate.
Lucifer, in his room is working diligently on paperwork. He doesn’t need an…attendant to take care of him.
He’s capable damn it!
He can’t say he’s not capable. His pride doesn’t allow him. To be weak. To ask for help. To apologize.
His pride…has hurt his brothers. Has hurt them so many times. It’s best if he just stays inside and not hurt anyone.
He can’t let them suffer from his problems anymore, that’s how they ended up here.
He hears footsteps outside and is alert instantly, wondering if his brothers need something or if they’re asking for him to eat dinner with them or if they’re complaining about what so ever
But when he hears a gentle clink on the floor outside his room and the footsteps retreating, he knows that it’s you.
Lucifer waits for the footsteps to no longer be heard before he cracks open the door and sees a plate and a glass. He picks them up and locks the door again.
He sees the small sticky note on it and somehow in his cold and closed off heart, his heart warms at the note
He brushes it off before eating and drinking the entire thing, leaving it outside the door where it was previously in a pristine manner.
Now even if you are just an attendant, he won’t try to make your job harder than it is.
Somehow a part of him calls out to him that he just cares about you.
Mammon
His obsession with greed and Grimm has turned up to the max when he got turned into a demon
That being said, since he’s so busy trying to take care of his brothers who are falling apart day by day, he forgets to take a break
Anytime that you tell him, he’ll laugh it off and asks if you think he’s that weak
…you know he’s not weak.
The pain from losing his baby sister, how his brothers are crumbling, Lucifer not coming out of his room, this new home, his new body and wings, his virtue turning to a sin.
A sin that’s going to eventually cause everyone he loves to hate him. He despises his sin of Greed. It’s twisted, it’s malicious, it’s…awful.
Mammon can’t take it anymore but he still endures it for his family.
Just like in your time where he’s being berated left and right. You fall for him all over again.
One day, Mammon forgets to leave his door locked leaving you to come in and sneakily turn off his alarm clock before going back to Cocytus Hall
You do all his tasks for the morning once you get the to the HoL, telling the brothers that he’s just tired today (and he is, not that you’re lying)
When he wakes up and panics, you manage to calm him down explaining how he needed rest and that you’re taking a break. He calms down but then he sees you with a tray of cold tea and…two bowls of spicy ramen?
Hell Soy Sauce Flavored Cup Ramen??
He’s never heard of that before, sorta scary…but you said it was a treat from yourself
He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite.
It does taste spicy and he chugs the tea while you’re laughing at his expression
But he looks at your smiling face and he thinks about how warm he feels inside, not knowing if it’s the ramen or you
He takes another bite and starts talking with you about how you knew about these noodles
“A close friend of mine shared some with me a few times.” He’s a bit jealous of this “close friend” but he still eats the ramen
Huh. He feels a lot better today than the past few months he’s been in the Devildom….
He thinks he finally has a favorite food now.
Leviathan
When he landed in the Devildom, he didn’t know why he was even there anymore
He was made for war and bloodshed against demons
Now he’s become what he sworn to kill
What…what’s out there for him anymore?
The days where he wakes up and gets out of bed feeling awful as can be are the hardest.
He has to show everyone how awful he feels and looks today.
He hates the stares he gets from his brother when they think he’s not looking for looking like he just rolled out of bed.
He hates his wings, his tail, his personality, how awkward he is, he wants his long and flowing robes back that made him confident like Lucifer was
He knows his younger brothers are suffering even more than him. He knows how much Satan feels like he doesn’t belong in their family. If he were just braver or if Satan was just mellower, he would take care of him like how Mammon did for him. But he’s a coward. He’s jealous of how well Mammon can handle things, how he can adjust so damn fast.
He hates himself
On one of the days you’re adjusting the pictures around the HoL after one of Satan and Belphegor’s fights, you hear a small voice from Levi’s room
Going closer, you hear me him say how he wanted to try this new game out that’s hot on the market but he can’t get the time to. When you peek in to see who’s he talking to, there’s a sheep plushie that you gave to the brothers to share and talk to.
New game….hmm you had extra Grimm right? Mammon didn’t steal any this week either!
You zap your phone out and quickly order the game. It didn’t make a huge dent in your account considering the amount of jobs you’ve taken during the free time you have
The next day, you knock on Levi’s door with an excuse to ask him for help on one of the Ruri Chan levels
When he opens the door, he sees a wrapped item in your hand which you promptly give him
“Consider it a gift for not leaving your tiny figurine accessories around the floor.” And then you walked away
Levi shuts his door and opens the gift nervously
He gapes at the game, how did you know he wanted this game?! Did you hear him??!
Levi will have to thank you tomorrow after he finishes the first part of the game first!
He wonders if he has to go to the doctor later though since his stomach is doing flips left and right…
Satan
It does take a while for Satan to properly put his comfort and trust in you
But it does somehow happen.
He’s lashing out at everyone and everything left and right
But he doesn’t know why it makes him angry.
He hates the looks on his brothers the people he lives with faces
Their faces…it scares him but his own pride refuses to acknowledge the fear
But when he sees your face…you never seem scared or upset at him.
Always…cheerful and somehow nostalgic even though you never met him before Mammon managed to catch you
He tries to push you away, tries to make his pain and internalizes that he’s a monster. A mistake that was only created by accident.
But.
You never stray away.
Shouldn’t an attendant rationalize their situation?!
Even if he lives in the same house, he could kill you more than any of the others!
But anytime he’s actually in his room, you’re always knocking.
You’re patient with him.
You’ve always been patient with him unless he actually does something messed up.
You don’t see him as a monster or Lucifer’s little copy. You see him as him.
His favorite thing of the day when you’re working is just going in his room during your breaks (which he memorized) and waiting for you
You knock and he opens the door. You always wait for him.
“Can I hang out with you for a bit?”
He always nods and lets you in
You end up talking about mundane things, you seem to know or find out things he might actually like!
You’re really smart and scary too but he won’t say that of course
He likes that you understand him. He’s not all that alone in this hellhole.
He just likes talking to you without being judged or interrupted. You don’t do those, you just listen to him.
And really, that’s the most amazing thing that someone can do for him.
…No you’re really the most amazing person that’s done this for him.
Asmodeus
Oh as if you aren’t his gift already!
Jokes aside, he is wary of you
You just dropped in and now you’re their attendant?!
Unbelievable! But of course he’s not going to say that in front of Lucifer and Diavolo!
Good heavens devildom, that would be his death wish!
He frequently looks up at the heavy clouds over the Devildom
He knows the sun never rises but, he wishes just one more time he’d be able to see the perfect sunrise and sunset before he got thrown here
Here where he looks like a freak.
Where he was praised and celebrated for his beautiful pearly white wings and his gorgeous robes. Where he had a damned amazing smile that lit up a room. Where is now gone. Permanently
He cries every-time he looks past a mirror or a reflection of himself
He has ugly ugly pointed horns that twist, hearts that look like they dripped down on his arm, and four short wings that don’t even look have as gorgeous as his old ones did.
He’s almost broken every mirror in the house he’s come by when he has thoughts like these. Mammon asked you while Asmo was crying one day to just make anything that looked remotely shiny, matte. Desperate to stop his younger brother’s tears.
(And you did. He figured out it was you and Mammon later and thanked both of by taking you two out for drinks. He starts to get used to one mirror at a time.)
He hates how his sin causes him to lust after everyone. He hates it. He can’t bear the pain in his heart when he meets someone who just wants to be friendly and he immediately thinks about how to bed them.
He just wants normal thoughts for once. Not all the lust addled thoughts that never quiet down.
He feels like an…item. Used for one night stands when he actually succeeds in bedding them and never again. Regret following him every time. Spiraling in his bed all alone.
Well, until you came.
He pounces on you with words filled with sweet and honey like words
But you know him.
You gently let him down each time but you let him do it to you everyday
Every day is another compliment, pick up line, or flirting act. He actually managed to stop going to parties after shooting all his lust willpower against you!
Did you plan this?! Oh sweetie~♡!He should’ve known! ♡
He’s…not upset though. He’s happy. No more being an item for demons or magic users anymore…he can…use his lines on you.
You…you don’t shame him or get embarrassed of them
(not even when they’re ultra lusty! Are you used to it already…? Did you hear them from someone somehow?!)
You don’t scorn him or look at him in disgust.
No. You don’t do any of those things even though he told you of the horrible things he’s done and how much he misses his appearance in the Celestial Realm.
Instead, you always surprise him and you smile and laugh at his daily routine with you. Even playing along with his antics sometimes.
“Haha! U + I = 69? Well I must be 59 since you’re a 10!”
And you smile.
A beautiful soul and creature called him a 10/10.
You called him beautiful.
When you walk away to subdue the brothers from arguing again, his eyes glaze over with tears.
His brothers had told him yes, and they mean a lot. But for someone who didn’t know him like his brothers and still saw beauty in a twisted angel like him…
His lust for you turned into something else.
Beelzebub
Everyday. Every single day. He dreams of the same thing that he doesn’t think it’s a nightmare anymore.
He sees Lilith die in Belphie’s arms, bleeding and beaten.
He sees Belphie look at him with despair and emptiness asking him why, why didn’t he save her? Why didn’t he save his baby sister? Why, why, why?
He wakes up with cold sweat at the same time every morning and tries to eat something from the pantry
But once he grabs something, a voice whispers to him. A voice that sounds like Lilith.
“Why didn’t you save me? Why, why, why? You should’ve died and left Belphie and I to live. I loved you and you left me to die by myself. Why Beelzebub? Why?”
Sometimes, when he looks at you, he sees Lilith there. Standing with a terrified and confused look. He knows you aren’t her but you…you somehow have that warmth that she had, intensified.
Beelzebub’s guilt and regret always stays with him. Any time he eats, he tastes despair on the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat
He saved Belphie…but his baby sister. The one who everyone, especially him was supposed to protect and fight for…
Died. Died alone. Died falling in pain.
(Lucifer almosts knocks on his door sometimes at night when he hears him but stops just an inch before. He cannot. He has to keep his lips shut.)
Everyday. Carrying the weight of his sister’s death around his neck. One day, he wonders if the weight will carry him instead.
He hates his sin. How he wants and wants and wants and takes and takes and takes and then when he cannot get it
He ruins.
He tore down Mammon’s wall, made all of Satan’s bookshelves fall on the floor, broke a huge piece of Asmodeus’s bathtub, and caused one of Levi’s figurines to snap in half. Just because he was the avatar of gluttony.
He hates it.
He hates it even more when he almost clawed you across your neck because he smelled candy in your pocket when he was desperate
You…you didn’t seem to be scared though.
(You already knew how he was.)
You were startled when he almost hit you but you just put down the cleaning towel down and took out the pieces of candy from your pocket and just gave it to him
He was incredibly confused on why you didn’t scream, or cry, or even get angry at him
“Just ask me next time, I always have some sort of candy or snack on me. Besides, I can cook for you too.”
He’s amazed at the fact that you just offered to cook for him
And when he wakes up from his nightmare again, you’re in the kitchen. Cooking some pancakes
He just sits down after he washes his face and his hands and watches you from the counter
When you’re done, you just give it to him on the plate with a lot of fruits and some whipped cream. It towered as high as his head even without the berries and cream.
His eyes just sparkle and his mouth gapes at the sight
He devours the delicious cakes in a minute and looks up at you to see if you’re upset about your hard work just disappearing like that
But you just smile at him and offer him some more.
Beelzebub doesn’t see Lilith anymore. Not even hearing her voice or her touch. He can feel her…no your warmth radiating from you.
He can feel some heat go to his face as he nods
Beel would be forever grateful for the break you’ve given him from his torment
Belphegor
Being the youngest means you really don’t have a say in anything you do
He followed Beel who followed Mammon who then followed Lucifer
He loved Lucifer but…
His sister…died
The one thing that he wished for was for his family to not perish
And he lost his sister.
With the anguish and grief upon him, he wonders how she’d be alive
If Lucifer hadn’t went against their father, she would’ve had a peaceful death…
If Beelzebub hadn’t saved him, she would still be alive…
No. It’s his fault.
He introduced her into the human realm. He killed her. He killed her.
It’s all his fault from the start.
He shouldn’t have went off with her to the realm of mortals
He should’ve just said no to her even with her puppy eyes
A piece of his heart is empty and dead from his sister’s death
She’s gone and it’s because of him.
He should’ve died that day.
He rather sleep and indulge in his sin as everytime he sleeps, he dreams of his whole family being together.
He curls up around his pillow, not allowing anyone, not even Beel to wake him up until he is needed.
Belphie promises to himself to protect his family. No matter what he does or kills.
…he sees how Beel looks at you though.
How he feels some sort of familiarity like…
Beel told him before how your presence felt like Lilith’s warmth.
And he was right. But it quickly turned into a bitter and regretful reminder for him.
He can’t stand to feel Lilith anymore. Not when she isn’t here.
But he feels a sort of warmth when you vacuum around him with a silent spell on the machine. He can see through his cracked opened eyes how cautious you are of him sleeping on the ground in his room
You…you even take his blanket and drape it over him gently.
And then go about your day.
This happens anytime he’s sleeping on the floor somewhere. Outside, inside, the planetarium…anywhere
And you always bring back the blanket he sleeps with no matter what.
He asks you why you do this when you could just leave him alone
“I don’t want you to get sick or cold when you sleep. It disturbs you and makes your dreams really difficult.”
Wow…you really do care that much.
He just falls asleep again afterwards when you drape it over him
But this time, the dreams of his family eventually add you in it, by his side laughing freely…
He wonders why Lilith never regretted falling in love with a creature that wasn’t an angel until he met you.
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Uh so for Asmodeus’s, I know he looks in the mirror but I kinda hc him to completely break down when he would see his reflection right after becoming a demon? I mean change yk?
As always, thank you for reading!
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How they are Handling your Disappearance. Hello all, get ready for some more Nightbringer Angst! This is a little drabble (bullet point style) of how I think the "Present Day Demon Brothers" are handling your sudden disappearance. Honestly I hate thinking too deeply about NB, it brings me to tears. I can't even imagine the pain and anxiety the brothers are feeling without knowing where their beloved human went and why. Anyways, grab your tissues and I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated!
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They’ll always remember the exact day and time you disappeared. It was their day off from RAD, and you had been in the Devildom since Solomon had brought you by for some training sessions. You practically begged the sorcerer to allow you to visit the House of Lamentation, and Solomon happily obliged. You really didn't have to convince him too much, though. The brothers were so happy and surprised to see you again so soon, and they had planned on taking you out for dinner that evening. Except you never showed. They spent hours searching for you. Those hours easily turned into days. Then the days turned into weeks. There was no trace of you left behind. Where did you go?
💙Lucifer💙
He’s terrified. He doesn’t know why or how you disappeared, but he feels responsible.
He spends every waking moment looking for signs of you. Trying to piece together what or who took you from him.
Knows he has to be strong for the rest of their brothers.
But when he can no longer feel your bond with you through the pact, he feels the unbearable weight of despair crack through his usual stoic demeanor. 
He cries. He hasn’t cried like this since their fall.
Lucifer hardly sleeps. His brothers notice the bags under his eyes. How he no longer cares what he looks like in front of them. 
He becomes distant again, shutting himself in his room or study. 
If you thought his hatred for Solomon was strong before, it’s infinitely worse now. 
He doesn’t know who else to blame, so the silver haired sorcerer becomes his reasoning for your disappearance. 
The eldest demon has his hands around Solomon’s throat, Mammon and Beel having to pull him off. 
“Lucifer are ya nuts?! We gotta have him alive if we have any hope in finding MC!” Mammon had scolded him as he became limp in Beel’s strong grip.
Solomon promised he’d bring you back.
He better not dare to show his face back here until you are with him, safe and sound. 
💛Mammon💛
The normally confident and self assured demon becomes silent. Angry. Afraid. 
 Aside from their initial searching for you, he doesn’t leave your room. 
He can’t feel your pact with him anymore, and it sends him spiraling. 
He buries himself into your pillows, inhaling your lingering scent.
It’s faint, but he takes what he can get
His eyes are puffy and red from crying, and he can’t stand sitting around doing nothing.
He goes out every night, flying over the Devildom, searching.
When he can’t, Mammon sends his familiars out searching for you too, exploring the areas that he can’t reach. 
The ravens are good at finding things, and if they can’t find you, then he’s screwed. 
Each time they come back with nothing. 
Occasionally, they bring him Grimm they’ve found or a valuable piece of treasure. 
But you’re the only treasure he gives a shit about right now. 
When he goes to retreat back to his room, he runs into Lucifer. 
He looks terrible. 
But Mammon can’t blame him. He probably noticed his swollen face and unwashed hair, too. 
He sends you texts every day. Even if you don’t get them. 
Normally he’d be grossed out by his own sappiness, but he doesn’t care. 
He needs you.
MC, wherever you are, just know I love you. So goddamn much. Please come back.
I miss you.
I hope you’re thinking of me, too. 
🧡Leviathan🧡
Leviathan always told you he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you. 
But he really didn’t want to really experience what life would be without you!
Is this some cruel joke?!
It’s got to be! One of his alternate universe video games went wrong again right?
Except it isn’t. You’re actually gone, and he actually has no idea what to do with himself. 
He cries. Alot. 
To mask his tears from his brothers, he spends a lot of time in his fish tank with Henry 2.0. 
Don’t get him wrong, he loves Henry, but he longs for you. His soulmate.
He sends Lotan to search the Devildom seas, far and wide. He had asked him to listen for any information of sightings of you. 
 But so far, there’s been nothing. No word. No trace of you.
He lays curled up in his bathtub, a laptop balanced on his lap as he watches anime to try and distract himself from you.
But oh no, is this your favorite episode?! He turns it off, shoving the laptop away and fresh tears falling down his cheeks. 
I’m so useless, he thinks. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, and I can’t even find a human!
Levi’s self depreciative behavior gets worse.
He blames himself for not being with you when you disappeared.
He begins picking at his skin and nails, an old, nervous habit resurfacing from back when he first fell into the Devildom. 
His brothers do what they can to reassure him, but it’s no use. 
He needs you. Please come back home soon, MC.
💚Satan💚
Satan’s temper tantrums are back.
He didn’t ever think he’d revert back to this, but now that you’re gone….
Accidentally lost his temper and in a wrath filled frenzy blew through the wall in the living room. Lucifer threatened to tie him up. 
Normally the prideful demon would have just done it, but something about his older brother was different nowadays.
He feels it too, he thought. The pacts are gone.
Spends sleepless nights in the library reading any book he can find about curses.
Did you become invisible? He had no other explanation.
Was it the work of some demon on the street who decided they didn’t like you that day?
He’s frustrated because he feels like he doesn’t know anything.
He knows nothing of your sudden disappearance
Like Mammon, he sends his cats out looking for you. Any sign of you. 
But they also bring back nothing but a dead mouse here and there. 
Normally he’d be delighted by their gift to him, but it’s lost its appeal.
When he’s worried about you, nothing else matters. 
Lucifer did allow him to keep a cat in the house though. 
Also uses his personal connections from all three realms to look for you. 
But it’s no use. 
When he’s not in the library, he’s shut away in his room. 
His brothers think for a moment that he’s disappeared as well, but they find him asleep on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and a book on his chest. 
Please come home, MC. I need you.
💖Asmodeus💖
Asmo’s love for you rivals the love he feels for himself. 
Now that you are gone, he feels he has no love left to give for anyone.
He feels empty. 
The Avatar of Lust takes pride in his appearance, always making sure he’s presentable and looking his best. 
But not knowing where you are and if you are safe or not is driving him mad. 
His brothers haven’t seen him this way in a long time. 
Asmo’s eyes are puffy and red, his cheeks and nose raw and swollen from the endless tears. 
He spends hours in the bath, thinking of anything he may have said or done to cause you to leave him like this. 
He takes up the habit of sleeping a lot. He wasn’t sure how Belphie could do it all the time. But now he understands. 
Asmo can also throw a good temper tantrum. 
The day he realized he could no longer feel your pact with him sent him over the edge.
But afterwards he felt embarrassed, even though his brothers will never blame him for expressing his feelings for you. 
When Solomon leaves to go find you, he feels hopeful, putting all the trust he has in your master to find you.
But it also hurts. He hasn’t left Solomon’s side since your disappearance, taking comfort in the bond he still has with him.
He’ll never take it for granted again. 
MC, I can’t take this! If you can hear me, please come home, my lost little lamb… I love you…
❤️Beelzebub❤️
Beel is quiet. 
He’s another one that feels responsible for your disappearance.  
His heart is aching, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. 
Thankfully, he has his twin by his side to reassure him. But it’s not enough. 
He needs to know where you’ve gone. 
He needs to save you. 
Beel’s appetite is all over the place. One minute, he can’t stop eating and the next, he’s not hungry at all. 
His brothers got really concerned when he didn’t eat for 2 whole days.
The only hunger he feels is the need to figure out where you went. 
Not only is he worried about you, he’s worried for his brothers. 
He knows they are suffering too, especially with the noticeable absence of your pact. 
Beel has always been protective of them, after all.
He stops going to the gym. He doesn’t feel like it. 
Instead, he cuddles up in bed with Belphie, holding him close with tears silently rolling down his cheeks. 
Beel you’re squeezing too hard, he hears his twin mumble. But he doesn’t care.
He’s almost lost his brother before, and now your disappearance has him terrified. 
Please, don’t take anyone else away from me. 
I love you, MC, please wherever you are, stay safe…
💜Belphegor💜
Belphie’s temper is a short fuse. More than usual, anyways. 
He doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Beel. 
He tries to retreat to the attic to get some peace and quiet from his brothers losing their collective shit. 
But he ends up drowning in a wave of memories as soon as he walks through the door. 
He collapses on the bed and hugs his cow pillow to his body as he sobs, his body curling in on itself. 
Dammit MC, look at what you do to me…you need to come home…
When he isn’t sleeping, he helps soothe the rest of his brothers to sleep. He sees their dreams, knows the thoughts that are keeping them awake.
He wants to help, but figures this could be the only way he knows how. 
He doesn’t feel your presence at all, though. 
That must mean you aren’t anywhere nearby, or even in the same Realm. He knows your pact with him is gone. 
He felt it break the day you disappeared. 
But sometimes he feels a flutter of something in the place where the mark used to be. 
He can’t explain why. 
Belphie often finds himself slipping into bed with his twin at night. 
They were inseparable before, but even more so now that you aren’t around. 
I can’t lose him too, I have to stay by his side, he thinks. He snuggles into Beel’s chest as his brother holds him close, afraid he might disappear too at any second.
He misses the days when you were nestled comfortably right between the two of them. 
You need to come back MC, you’re our missing piece. 
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when the brothers realize how much MC loves them I Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus
📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜
Lucifer & Mammon
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Leviathan
Putting himself down was second nature to him at this point—sometimes he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It especially got even worse after getting into a relationship with you. His mind refused to believe that anyone could ever love someone like him. 
Levi dreaded the day you’d finally see what he sees and ultimately decide to leave, but he wouldn't hold it against you. Why would you settle for someone like him when there were countless others in the three realms who could give you so much more…
“Hey, you okay?” you asked worriedly, noticing his glazed look and how his eyes had dimmed. “O-of course I’m fine! Pft, why would I be lol,” he stumbles out, trying to keep up his facade—but of course, you saw through it. 
As he tries to get back to his game he can feel your eyes piercing him. 
“I’m going to ask you how you are one more time and I would like you to answer me honestly,” gently taking the controller in his hands from him and placing it aside. “Now tell me, what’s up?”
“I-I’m sorry,” he said, the words not too foreign to his tongue. 
“If this is about last week I've already told yo-” “Ugh, that’s not what I meant…” he cuts you off, trying to find the right words. 
“I-it’s just…you could have had ANYBODY else, but instead you’re stuck with me. I can’t 1v1 Beel's body, Diavolo’s money, Asmo’s looks- heck even stupid Mammon’s got charm! I'm just Levi, the plain old third-born…” he bites his lip, trying to keep his tears at bay. His efforts proved futile as he felt its warm trickle slowly dripping down his face, one after the other.
A part of him wanted to take back everything he just said—to restart and pick a different approach. But this wasn’t another one of his games. This was real life, and in here you've only got one shot. It was game over, he knew he had lost. 
He shut his eyes tight, listening closely for the sound of you finally walking out those doors. He couldn't bear to watch you leave him. 
You shake your head at the absurdity of his words, cupping his face into your hand. “I’m not stuck with you, silly. I choose to be here.”
Opening his eyes back again he's met with you smiling at him, the sight making his heart skip a beat. 
“I’m here because I can’t get enough of you. I love how your cheeks would go red when I catch you staring at me,” you say, leaning closer and leaving a kiss on his cheek. 
“How your brows would furrow and your eyes would squint whenever you’re focused on your game,” sending a kiss by the bridge of his nose. 
You gently grab his wrist and fumble on the soft skin of his palms with the pads of your thumb. “How you’d start gesturing with your hands a lot when you talk about the latest anime you’re into,” you reminisce, another kiss now to the back of his hand. 
“How right before you fall asleep, you hold me closer and whisper to the dead of the night how much you love me,” you say as you end it with a tender kiss to his lips. 
“And each day I find myself falling for you even more. They could try to give me the whole world, but they’ll never be you. So please, stop thinking you need to earn my affection because you don't. Not now and not ever.” 
You lift his face up to meet your gaze, looking at him as if you see right through him. “There is nothing I would change about you. You are perfect in my eyes.”
He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He was left speechless, his mind going haywire with everything you had just said. 
Seeing how his brain had completely stopped working, he let his body do all the talking instead. He wordlessly wrapped you in a tight embrace, cherishing the warmth of your body against his. 
The bitter taste of the sin he was meant to represent felt absent. Levi sensed no need to be envious of others when he had someone like you to call his.
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Satan
Not once had he let himself think that he could indulge himself in something such as love—for wrath did not deserve the peace of love. While love held everything together in its warm embrace, wrath tirelessly tore with its cold unforgiving hands. 
Despite their differences, there was no denying that both were blind. Just like a moth, you were entranced by the beautiful embers of his flame, blissfully indifferent to the heat. 
He stared at his reflection with disdain. The obsidian black horns adorning his head felt heavier the longer he looked, not to mention the tail that whipped mindlessly on its own. He gritted his teeth in disgust, delivering a blow to the mirror that sent it hurdling to the ground. Through his ragged breaths and the rapid beating of his heart, he hears a voice not of his own. 
"Satan?" you called, breaking him from his trance-like state. You softly closed his door behind you, hands outstretched and unsteady. 
With each step you took, he took two back—his mind screaming at him to stay away from you but his heart yearning to leap into your hold. 
"Hey, it's okay," you reassured, taking a step towards him. 
"No it's not!" he screams, backing away from your approaching form. 
Hearing the crunch of glass under the weight of his shoes, he takes notice of the mirror he broke just moments ago. Reflected on its cracked surface was a distorted image of him; a monster.
"Please, let me help," you pleaded, trying to close the gap between you. He hastily steps back, tripping on his own feet and leaving him a heap on the floor. 
"Don't come any closer!" he screams, the room shaking with the sheer volume of his voice. You kneel to his level, quickly engulfing him in your arms. 
‘Run. He doesn't deserve you. Just stay away.’ He repeated in his head like a silent prayer, hoping that by some miracle it would come true. 
But as he felt you hold him tighter, he knew you would do nothing of the sort. As he trembled in your arms, he wills himself to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since the day you'd started dating. 
"Why?" he whispered softly, almost inaudible if not for the heavy silence of the night. "I could lose control. Why do you insist on staying? To even consider feeling anything for a monster such as myself is just…foolish."
You think about your answer carefully, knowing that what you say next will mend or break the man in your hold. "Loving someone takes courage. To trust someone with your heart and believe they would keep it safe. Keep you safe. Let the three realms call me foolish but there's no doubt in my mind that I love you, Satan. Not the Avatar of Wrath, you Satan,'' you answer truthfully, pouring every ounce of your heart into each word.  
Gently taking hold of his chin, you tilt his head up to meet your eyes. "Tell me now Satan, will you hurt me?" you ask, the demon shaking his head immediately. He wouldn't dream of ever wishing to cause harm to you. He would die first before anybody, let alone himself, hurt you. 
"Then it is not foolish of me to love you" you say, your words unfaltering. 
Tears welled in his eyes, accepting defeat at the hands of your love and melting deeper into your embrace. As he lays on your chest, he turns to face where your heart would be and whispers an oath. "I love you, MC. I shall protect you with my life" he vows, sealing his promise with a kiss.
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Asmodeus
As the Avatar of Lust and the Jewel of the Heavens, he was always the talk of the town. You, on the other hand, weren’t too familiar with the gossip world. Although you knew that was going to change once you officially became a couple. 
You took no mind to it, brushing them off with a small wave knowing that the wrong move could only add more oil to their flame. But Asmo wasn’t like you. He could feel all the looks they gave him, the incessant whispers and murmurs whenever he’d turn his back. 
He typically had no care for whatever lies people have heard about him. The same could not be said though when they had the audacity to include you into the mix. It was slowly chewing away at him and he couldn’t deny the pit of doubt slowly churning inside him.
“I saw MC out with one of the brothers last week. They’ve been getting closer recently. I wonder what happened between them"
"I saw them leaving school with Simeon yesterday, I’m surprised that’d cheat on Asmo with someone like him” 
”They’ve got the most powerful people of the Devildom wrapped around their finger and they’re still with Asmo? Damn”
The final blow was realizing that everything was better without him in the picture. Your smile wasn't just bright, it was brighter, you weren't just happy, you were happier. 
He slams his door shut, sliding down the wooden surface as he feels his legs give underneath him.
‘Can’t you see? They were never the problem. No matter what you do, you could never satisfy them. Once again you've proved to be useless.’
‘You think they’d just be swayed by your face? By the number of followers you have? Underneath it all you're nothing. It's just pathetic.’
He shook his head, gripping and pulling on his delicate sand blonde hair. No matter how hard he cupped his hands over his ears, their words never ceased. His eyes pricked with tears, months of silent torture finally finding his moment of weakness.  
You on the other hand were beyond worried. You were no stranger to Asmo’s flamboyant walk outs but this was different. As you neared the door to his room, you could hear silent sobs and cries on the other side. Knocking softly, you worriedly call out to him.
“Asmo?” The sobbing stops, rendering the halls eerily silent. “Darling, what’s wrong? Can I come in?” Still no response. 
Asmo freezes at the sound of your voice, the loud thumping of his heart drowning out the constant knocking on his door. An internal conflict rages within him. Not only is the person causing all this mess of emotions on the other side of the door, but the only one who can make it all go away as well. 
“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.” Just as you’re deciding if you should get some help from the others, the door opens. From it, a hand grabs your wrist, swiftly pulling you inside and closing the door. 
Looking around, the usually bright and pinkish room was cold and dark. You could barely see anything with the only light coming from his window. 
The crisp silence of the night was cut by the uneven breathing of Asmo who was still by the door. You reach out to gently place a hand on his shoulder. 
“Sweetie?” you call, fingertips only a few milliliters away, when his voice stops you in your tracks. 
“Do you love me?” he whispers. 
“Of course I do,” you answer immediately, not missing a beat. 
You gently grab him by the shoulder and turn him to face you, your heart breaking at the sight of your lover being in so much turmoil. 
“Oh, Asmo…” your hand tenderly holds his cheek, the other wiping away the tears that have yet to cease from falling. 
“Each day, I hear another rumor about you finding somebody else…” he pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath. “If you’re going to do it, please just do it already and save me the mascara.”
He knows that watching you leave will hurt more than any hangover can ever do to him. It would be like he was falling from the pristine white gates of Celestia again, powerless as he saw all he held dear fade into a memory of what he had once had.
He could try to convince himself that the rumors were true. That you were only ever with him for his fame and looks and that he never cared about you. But of all the lies that have circulated, that would have been the biggest one.
“Honey, I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever,” you say as you tuck a lock behind his ear. “If you think I’d ever love someone after you then I have failed in showing you how much you mean to me.”
Through blurred vision, Asmo tries to find an ounce of deceit within the windows to your soul; a malicious grin, a break in eye contact, a drop of sweat. Nothing. 
He lets out a shuddering breath he didn’t know he was holding, pressing his soft hands upon your own and interlacing it with his. It was stupid of him to ever doubt your feelings for him. To hell with what they thought of the both of you. All he cared about now was now, being here in your hold, forever.
“You’re so cute sometimes, darling…" he whispers in amusement, a small smile finally making its way onto his lips. 
“Please tell me I still look fabulous even after all that tears. Ugh, my eyes are gonna be so puffed up tomorrow!” 
You chuckle at his comment, happy to see him start coming back to you. “Still ever so stunning, My Prince.”
“Let’s stay like this for just a bit more, hm? All this crying made me tired. Then after, we can run a nice warm bath for the two of us. Doesn't that sound wonderful?” He murmured, melting more into your touch.  
“Whatever you’d like, darling,” you replied, pressing your forehead to his. 
And there you stayed, forehead to forehead, hands intertwined, just you and him in the comfort of each other's touch.
AN: Thanks a bunch for reading!! Would love to hear your thoughts in the comments <33
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simeons-gf · 4 months
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into the eyes of fire
satan who loves eye contact <3 (some nsfw)
notes - gn reader until nsfw (afab), pussy eatin’ :p, p in v, overstimulation, soft nsfw~
a/n ☆ quick lil hcs as a cb post !! v v v short cus i’m sleepy {2 a.m. as i’m writing this ʅ(◞‿◟)ʃ}
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satan who:
loves to look into your gorgeous eyes while he tells you about the most recent book he’s read, or while you’re telling him about something you learned recently.
looks into everyone’s eyes, if he’s paying attention, to show he is actively listening and participating.
gazes into your softened eyes before he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your soft lips.
finds it adorable when you close your eyes or turn away as he whispers compliments, telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you.
nsfw ○ below
looks into your eyes from his position between your legs, overstimulating you until your eyes tear up.
holds your face gently and reminds you to look at him as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, bringing you to your third or fourth orgasm (but hey, who’s counting… satan is).
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loveyluciel · 11 months
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just soulmate issues
cw’s:: anxious lev trying to get asmo to break up with him, very very small talk about suggestive content, just hurt/comfort levmodeus facing lev’s self doubt issues.
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it had been evident for a few days now; every time asmo would run up to hug lev in the halls lev would look away and just hug him slightly, whenever they were on campus he wouldn’t let asmo hold his hand, and he even turned down a date because of people being around them when asked. asmo was becoming incredibly worried that lev was losing interest in him, but he didn’t want to confront him about it and sound pushy, making things worse. but how could lev be interested in anyone else? he was the perfect one for lev, and lev knew that! they were so alike, they were absolutely perfect! hell, they were created thousands of years apart but have matching birthmarks! t-there couldn’t be anything wrong between them, could there?
it was a friday night and asmo had stayed home from a party, uninterested in playing loverboy with random girls when his loverboy could be moving on. if lev was losing interest, he needed to do whatever he could to get him back. asmo couldn’t lose the one person who had ever really cared for him, who had shown him what love was supposed to be like, who loved even the little glimpses of his true self just as much as the persona on display. he was partway into doing his skincare with all his most expensive products, even wearing his nicest satin pajamas and levs earrings, when he heard his door open, looking in to see lev sitting on his bed. “a-asmo? can i talk to you for a second?” lev asked, avoiding eye contact as asmo walked over. they both knew what this was about (or so they thought). “what is it, hon?” “w-well, i can’t help but think…” lev started to say, but stopped when asmo grabbed his hands and made eye contact with him. he looked away again, rubbing his thumbs along asmo’s hands as he muttered, “maybe i’m the wrong choice,,, you shouldn’t have to settle for me. i know that i’m not good enough for you, so if you want to leave me and move on, i understand,, i won’t be mad. there’s plenty of other girls that are perfect for you and-“ he would have kept rambling, were he not to have looked up to see asmo standing over him, angrier than he had ever seen (focused towards him, at least).
“lev, and i mean this with all the love in the world, you had better shut up before i shut you up myself.” his fangs had become much sharper, his nails too as he stared holes into levs soul, leaving lev’s head scrambled. this wasn’t how this was supposed to go?! he was supposed to say he’s sorry and we break up even though i think i love him and that’s the opposite of what i want but now he’s angry?! oh godddd, can i do anything right?? does he hate me?!? he has to, god i suck!!!  “lev, look here, please.” asmo said, breaking his train of thought. lev hadn’t even noticed he had buried his head in his hands, face as bright red as could be and just trying not to cry. he looked up, struggling to maintain eye contact as asmo leaned down to be face level. “you know me better than anyone else, yet you think that i would settle? i know that there are millions of demons trying to take your place, silly..! but do you know what? *lev shakes his head as asmo moves his bang, then gently cups his cheeks* your spot’s already been filled. permanently. *lev starts to cry because he thought that meant that asmo had cheated and found someone to replace him with* oh, dear, that’s not what i meant! i meant that i have no intention of ever leaving you, sweetheart! i don’t ever want to be away from you, hon..! you’re the one, i promise. …now that i’ve said what i wish for,,, do you wish for me to walk away from you?” the look in asmo’s eyes as he asked made lev want to cry so badly; a terrible mixture of despair and affection tainting his otherwise beautiful peach eyes.
“n-never… how could i ever think that? you’re everything i could ever want..!! it’s just that you’re you and i’m me and i’m so tired of everyone trying to come between us that i thought maybe you were too and,” “ohh, sweetheart.. don’t worry. i’ll never let anyone come between us, alright? and no one,” asmo said as he picked lev up behind the knees and started for the bathroom, “could change me being yours. you have no reason to worry about those girls, hon. if they bother you again, i’ll take care of it. i'm sorry for using my stern voice on you earlier; i just got a little too upset, that’s all. when someone is as wonderful as you, you don’t tend to like hearing them talk badly about themself, especially when you feel the way i do about you. now tonight, i’m going to make sure you know just how great you are, okay? so don’t get onto me for spoiling you!.”
lev had stopped crying but he teared up a little bit when asmo kissed him on the temple before setting him on the sink counter. it left a little lip gloss on him, which asmo gingerly wiped away as he pulled him into a hug. asmo spent almost an hour doing skincare for both of them, using all his nicest products and telling lev how much he liked him every few minutes before letting lev wear his nicest pajamas to bed, laughing as lev halted his changing for a second for a hug around asmo’s back before carrying him to bed like the princess he is. with asmo held tightly against his chest and almost entirely tangled together, lev muttered into asmo’s hair, “you just had to be so perfect, didn’t you, sweetheart?” “mmhmm! all for you, hon~” “*chuckle* whatever you say, princess.” “yes, whatever i say! sure, i’d be perfect otherwise but i’m incredibly perfect for you! i make sure of it!!” “hehe, i know you do. thank you. i wish i could say the same.” “you can’t say the same because you don’t need to put in the effort to be perfect.” lev didn’t know how to follow that, his stomach dropping with asmo’s tone as it became a little bit sad, just being pulled closer against lev’s chest before lev told him, “you’re perfect no matter how much effort you put in. you know you’re my jewel for a reason, right?” “i know, but i need to be extra extra perfect or-“ “or i wouldn’t love you? *chuckle as asmo slowly nods, looking away* asmodeusss, i don’t need extra extra perfection. all i need is you.”
his hand tilting asmo’s face up by the cheek mixed with his syrupy sweet words made asmo tear up a little bit, wiped away by lev’s careful thumb before they could ruin the layers and layers of product he had previously applied. “you don’t worry about how perfect i think you are, alright? if it’s going to bother you,” lev began rubbing along asmo’s back the way he had learned to, asmo clinging onto him so tightly before melting even closer at lev’s touch, “then let’s drop the perfect concept altogether. if i want to see asmodeus everyday, then i don’t want him to be covered up by what he views as perfection, i just want him..! but if you like it this way, and you like me thinking this makes you extra perfect, then i’ll try a little harder for you too.” “don’t— don’t do that.. i just want you too…” “well then that’s great. besides, if you’re already at extra extra perfect and i think you’re perfect no matter what, it’ll be a never ending cycle of perfects, won’t it?” asmo nodded with a smile, sniffling as lev kissed his cheek and then let out a yawn, massaging his back with even more focus as the room grew quiet. but asmo wasn’t as opposed as he would have thought; hearing only lev’s heartbeat and breathing was more wonderful than words could describe.
lev could feel asmo sinking a bit closer to him, breathing levelling out and hands loosening around his back as he looked down, sure enough seeing asmo lightly sleeping on his collarbone. he moved a hand to lightly drag up and down asmo’s arm, something asmo often did to him that worked like magic for relaxing, planting a kiss to the top of his head before saying, “g’night, my peach..” “night, my beautiful sheep…” asmo muttered, looking up with glowing eyes that watched wistfully as lev walked quietly to turn off the lights, slipping back into place holding his princess yet again as asmo fully sank against him, sighing dreamily as levs hand dragged up and down his arm once more.
neither of them woke up before ten the next morning, dead asleep curled up together and ignoring any notifications from their phones. lev took asmo out on a long date once they convinced themselves to get out of bed, making him a nice bath before he got ready and being convinced to join as always, having his hair fixed and outfit picked by asmo before they went out to his favorite cafe, majolish, and dinner. that was the starting point of when he started to give asmo more affection when they were in public, though in the next days following, lev struggled with it but asmo just gave him patience and he eventually grew into it, mostly because he knew how happy it made them both and that he didn’t need to worry about competition anymore. 
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dicetheroll · 9 months
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(Lesson 10 spoilers) part one here Content: you have the attic flashback™ when belphie confronts you about being human pt 2 cw: blood mentions, violence, lesson 16 flashback from OG game (also i feel like i put a more solomon-oriented approach here instead of showing the brothers' reactions so i might put it in another part!)
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Your breathing was still ragged, as your grip tightened on Solomon's cloak. The sorcerer looked down at you in concern, and drew you closer as he quickly strode through what you recognized as Thirteen's cave.
"Are we…" you began quietly.
"In the Otherworld? Yes. This is the only place where demons and angels do not reside, we'll be safe here for a while." Solomon explained.
The sorcerer helped you sit down in a flat clearing, and you noticed your surroundings; hundreds of books were piled up inside the cavern, and there was a faint bluish glow illuminating everything. Solomon crouched down in front of you, contemplating how to approach you. His eyes were tender and full of concern, and it made you feel secure.
"MC. I…don't know if it's okay for me to ask you about this, but would you be able to tell me why you reacted to Belphegor that way?"
With a jolt, you realized that Solomon had never come to know about the attic incident. Neither the brothers, nor Lord Diavolo, nor Barbatos had told him what Belphie had done to you.
You think you knew exactly why.
Solomon had largely been advocating for the interests of humanity, and you knew he'd go against Lord Diavolo, even if it meant another war, should humanity be threatened. And if one of the most powerful human sorcerers had found out that a fellow human had been murdered by a demon…
No wonder Diavolo hadn't said anything.
You were silent for a few moments, and Solomon started to stand up, thinking he had crossed a line. You grabbed his hand, prompting him to stay. "Don't go, Solomon. Please."
"Okay, I'll be here then. You don't have to answer the ques-"
"He killed me."
"…What?"
You looked at Solomon, and he shuddered at the mirthless gleam in your eyes. "When Belphie was released from the attic, he strangled me to death."
"Belphegor…killed you?" Solomon had an unreadable expression, but you could almost see the hot fury swirling around behind his sharp eyes. You nodded.
"It was because he had centuries of festering hate for humans ever since the brothers' little sister Lilith died." You paused, carefully choosing your next words. "I-it was a moment of rage. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos revived me. We worked things out afterwards and we're on good terms now, but back at the Coliseum…"
Solomon rubbed your back encouragingly as you unwillingly recalled the look on the Avatar of Sloth's face. Betrayal, hurt, anger…
"I couldn't help but remember what it was like to have my windpipe collapse, the way the air turned warm and the anger on Belphie's face…it was all too much, and I lost it right then and there."
The sorcerer's face turned dark, and he stood up wordlessly. "Stay here."
You could feel yourself shivering at the coldness in his tone, but you knew it wasn't directed at you. You hoped you had left out enough details to make it look like no one's fault in particular, because if Solomon somehow gotten wind of the fact that Lord Diavolo and Barbatos had indirectly sent you to your death and dismissed it afterwards…
You didn't want to think of the repercussions.
A voice interrupted your thoughts. "I remember the sign outside saying you weren't welcome, you fool."
You looked up and recognized the figure strutting towards the sorcerer— Thirteen. The clear look of disdain on her face told you that you two weren't welcome here. Solomon quickly forced a smile and greeted the reaper like his usual cheery self. "Long time, no see, Thirteen."
"I'd prefer it were long time, never see you again."
"Now, now. Why so aggressive? We're just popping by for a visit!"
"And who's this friend of yours?" The reaper's green eyes shifted to your form on the ground.
"This is my apprentice, MC." Solomon introduced her to you, and before Thirteen could protest, he quickly left.
"Solomon! Wait, explain yourself! You-" Thirteen spluttered, and sighed when there was no response. She turned to you, hand on her hip.
"I'm sorry for breaking into your cave." You apologized, not wanting to antagonize the reaper. Her gaze softened, and she crouched down in front of you.
"It's okay," Thirteen inspected your form. "At least you have manners, unlike your mentor. What's gotten into him anyways?"
"Solomon told me this was the only place outside of the influence of demons and angels."
"Huh. Are you two seeking refuge in the Otherworld? Don't tell me Solomon committed some grievous crime and now you're both on the run because of it."
"Well I was actually working as the demon lords' attendant, and they didn't know I was human…so they all freaked when they found out, and one of them tried to hurt me."
"Because you're human?" Thirteen scoffed in slight disbelief. "Wow, I'm sorry but that's a stupid reason."
You just nodded and stared into the blue light, while Thirteen gave you a once-over. "I'll tell you what, I find you more likeable than Solomon…so I'll let you stay here until it's safe for you to leave."
The gratitude in your eyes stirred something warm within the reaper's heart. "But only until it's safe. After that, you gotta scram. Got it?" she frowned, but there was no real malice behind it.
Thirteen exited, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You were considerably more calm now, but your heart was racing. How were you going to face Lucifer? What would convince him that you were harmless, and had no intentions of hurting his brothers?
After a few moments, Solomon returned. His expression was unreadable, and that made you nervous. You stood up, and the sorcerer checked you over for injuries. "Solomon…?"
The blue light cast an eerie glow over Solomon's features, and his eyes glinted dangerously. "We're going to the human world."
"Huh? But-"
"My only priority right now is your safety, which I cannot trust Lo-…the Devildom to provide." Solomon spoke austerely. You knew he had meant to say Lord Diavolo instead of the Devildom. "I'll take care of everything else. I have residential accommodations, and plenty of contacts."
Solomon waited for you to protest, to argue and stubbornly refuse to leave, to choose the brothers again, but all you said in response was "Okay. I trust you, Solomon." For a brief moment, something akin to tenderness flickered behind his eyes, before his gaze hardened again.
"Oh." The sorcerer's tone was unsettlingly flat and devoid of emotion, and you looked around for any other intruders. "They're here." Your eyes fell on Lucifer, Leviathan, Mammon and Asmodeus rushing into the chamber. Your mouth went dry when you noticed Lucifer's seething glare.
"You," his voice boomed across the chamber, and you flinched. The Avatar of Pride took a couple long strides towards you, before Solomon stepped in between you two. It was almost just like during the retreat at the Demon Lord's Castle, when your wrist was crushed in Lucifer's vice-like grip, and the sorcerer had come to your rescue.
It had always been this way. Solomon had been there to protect you since the very beginning.
"I want answers." Lucifer spoke, teeth gritted. "Why are you able to control my brothers so easily? How do I know you are not a threat?" You winced at the harshness of his words, but noticed he was holding back after your meltdown back at the Coliseum. You opened your mouth to speak, but Solomon beat you to the punch.
"You don't deserve those answers, Lucifer. It's clear that you're the ones that pose a danger to my apprentice, not the other way around. They have shown no signs of wanting to hurt you or your brothers." The sorcerer's voice was low. A warning.
Lucifer scoffed. "You're one to talk." He turned back, and you felt a sudden grip on your torso, as if someone was trying to squeeze the life out of you. You gasped in pain, and Solomon cursed.
"Lucifer! That's a little bit too much, don't you think?" Asmodeus cried from behind the Avatar of Pride.
"Yeah, they haven't even done anything!" Mammon complained, looking exasperated by his brother's actions.
"The attendant is our friend, they would never hurt us!" Leviathan piped up, looking defiant for once in his life, and Lucifer hesitated.
Was he really going too far?
You felt the spell fade away and you looked up in surprise as Thirteen waved a book in the air while smiling at you. "Here, catch!" You caught the book and stared at it in surprise. Lucifer took a few steps back, horrified.
"That's…our grimoire. Why do you have this?"
"This is the Fountain of Knowledge, you can find everything here. Thought I'd give Solomon's little apprentice a hand!" Thirteen grinned, and Lucifer paled.
"Not so bold now, huh, Lucifer?" Solomon taunted, sneering at the Avatar of Pride.
"Why, you-! How do I know you didn't ask the attendant to manipulate my brothers and steal this grimoire because you covet their powers?"
You couldn't take it anymore. You walked up to Lucifer, and placed the grimoire in his hands. "As your attendant, it is my duty to look after you." You stepped back, and Lucifer watched you with widened eyes.
"But why?" He muttered, brows furrowed. He gave you a confused look, and glanced at the grimoire. "You could've had your way with us, you could've brought us to our knees and wrought destruction. So…why?"
"Because I care for you. All of you. I will do whatever it takes to protect you, and I do not want your grimoire. This is your power, and you deserve to have it in your own hands." You looked Lucifer straight in the eyes, and he swallowed.
"I will never hurt you or your brothers, I promise."
"No-!" Thirteen yelled out, and watched helplessly as the light drained from your face. You keeled over, and Solomon ran over to your limp figure.
"MC? MC! No, no…please MC, wake up. Don't do this to me…" He shook you by the shoulders, but to no avail. You were unresponsive, and the warmth was draining from your skin by the second…
"This is your fault," Solomon snarled, turning to face Lucifer. Suddenly, the temperature dropped by several degrees, and even the air had become suffocatingly quiet. The chamber was dead silent, except for Solomon's echoing footsteps. "You are a pitiful failure of a demon. You are so disgustingly cynical. You've…you've hurt my dear apprentice."
Solomon held onto you, hands trembling in rage as he glanced at your unmoving face. He brought his forehead to yours, whispering in silent prayer. He then addressed everyone. "If any of you dare to step into Cocytus Hall…may luck be with you. MC may forgive you, but I will not." The sorcerer disappeared once again, with you in his arms.
And Lucifer Morningstar, the Avatar of Pride, fell to his knees.
You woke up in a strong embrace, a pair of arms surrounding you while whispers and apologies filled your ears. You leaned back to see Levi, eyes wide as he stiffened. "You…you've woken up?"
The demon seemed to be rooted to the spot for a few seconds before pulling you back into an even tighter embrace. Then you heard several other gasps of joy and surprise.
"MC!" Asmodeus squealed, running over and pushing Levi aside to hug you. Satan leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as he smiled at you. Beelzebub and Belphegor were at the foot of your bed, lighting up when they saw you were awake.
"Hey." A familiar voice entered the room. "Don't get all up in their face. Gotta give 'em some space. Remember what I told ya after the Coliseum?"
Asmodeus froze, and everyone in the room seemed to be looking at you, waiting for your response. Everyone except Belphegor, that was. The Avatar of Sloth seemed to curl in on himself, averting his gaze. "Don't worry about it, Mammon. I'm alright now."
The second-born's stern expression softened, and Asmodeus relaxed in your arms again, sighing. "I'm so glad you're awake now, darling! It's been absolutely horrible without you!"
"Yeah, Levi and Satan were practically tearin' up the place. We asked a billion times to let you be transferred to the guest room at the House of Lamentation, but…" Mammon trailed off, looking to the side.
"…Solomon can be really scary when he wants to." Levi completed, shuddering.
Suddenly, Satan straightened up, and signalled to the others. They all left the room, Asmodeus giving you one last forehead kiss, and after a few moments Lucifer entered, followed by Solomon. The first-born hesitated when he saw you sitting up in bed.
"Hello, Lucifer."
The Avatar of Pride wordlessly sat down next to you on the bed, and held your hands in his. "…I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You were scared for your brothers, and you had every right to be suspicious. But I'm not here to cause harm to anyone."
"Yes, you wanted to protect us, and...I realized that after you gave me the grimoire." Lucifer covered your hands with his gloved ones. He watched with bewildered amusement as you started tracing random patterns across the back of his hands. However, it filled him with a huge sense of relief. In a way, this was a sign of your forgiveness. "You're a strange one…"
"Lucifer, do not forget that I have permitted you to enter this room on Lord Diavolo's orders." Solomon spoke, voice icy. "If you so much as violate the agreement…well, I'm sure you know what will happen."
"I am aware." Lucifer deadpanned, his fingers curling further around yours. He turned back to look at you. "We will speak once more at the House of Lamentation when you are fully recovered. Is that alright with you?"
You nodded, and the Avatar of Pride allowed himself to smile a little. "Then I'll be going. I will see you later, MC." You waved at Lucifer as he left, and Solomon rushed to your side as soon as the door had closed. He pulled you into a tight embrace before you could say another word.
"Welcome back, my adorable apprentice."
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