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Beel’s voice is tickling my eardrums. Damn… I can’t stop smiling.

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‘Hungry Six-Pack’ out now! ❤


*waves red glowsticks* 😍💕

Note: This was made before the 'It’s Bunny Show Time!’ Nightmare aka the cursed 120 DV scam w/ no sign of Beel. 😭😭😭💔💔💔

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Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:


  • MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.
  • Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he’d actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi
  • Once, they brought back Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn’t stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)
  • Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him
  • “I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you”
  • Lucifer doesn’t like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same
  • Then there’s the gag gifts…
  • Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game
  • These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same
  • This is why Lucifer owns a copy of “The Devil Went Down To Georgia”
  • So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini’s Violin Sonata in G minor, they’re a little surprised at Lucifer’s delighted reaction
  • “You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams.”
  • MC’s mind = blown.
  • “Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls.”
  • “I- wait… What?!”
  • MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

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<div> A Trip to the Human World (Part 1) - Car Ride </div>
Background info
Gisela needed to get stuff from the Human world, medicine and the like. Diavolo decides to make a trip out of it. The brothers minus Lucifer, who is with the other of the Fantastic Three, are stuffed into the back of Gisela 7 seater "mom mobile," as her human world friends dubbed it.
Gisela in the driver's seat
Okay, if anyone of you get a single scratch, stain, or even makeup on the car I will personally make your life miserable. You all got it?
Gisela, turns her eyes green with magic
I didn't hear anyone?
Yes, ma'am.
Gisela as she turns in the engine
20 minutes later
Everyone in the car is fighting besides Gisela, Satan, Belphie, and Beel.
Don't ask if we are there yet, Mammon!
It's just a question!
One that you ask every 3 minutes. Now give me back my switch!
Gisela, pulls over to the side of the road
Mammon! Give Levi his switch.
Thank you, Henry.
5 minutes later
Are we there yet?
Asmo, could by be a dear and cover Beel's ears?
Why are you covering my ears?
Oh, this is just something you don't need to hear.
Now, do any of you know where the phrase death by a thousand cuts comes from? It actually comes from a style of execution used in China a long time ago.
30 minutes later
Gisela, exits car with a smile
Satan, smiling like a madman
Beel, oblivious to what was said happily eating his food
Everyone else looking varying degrees of sick while being deadly quiet
Lucifer looks shocked as he sees his brothers not fighting
What happened?
Oh, just a little bit of storytime.
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Start of class is tomorrow but I don’t care, cuz Babey Beel’s Hungry Six-pack is on the way~~

I'mma wake up early to wait hahaha

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Sounds hilarious.ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ

Fight me.

“What'cha looking at?”

The human growls at the demon, who kept glaring at them out of jealousy because they Lucifer’s attention kept going to them, and so the female demon lets out a scoff and a mocking look.

“Oh, a fight it is.”

They mumbled as they land a punch on the demon’s face, surprising them so does the other demons or witches around them.

“It’s that crazy human again..”

The cafeteria starts to get a bit noisy because of their murmuring and the human’s shouting.


They laughed out while standing and pointing their finger at their so called opponent; them smiling in triumph with a mocking look.


The demon brothers let out a sigh with a shaking head as Beel munches on his food and stands up.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

He said with a smile while walking over to the human, who was about to jump at the shocked female demon because you managed to hurt a demon, and her cheeks felt like burning from that punch.

“I’m really getting that weird vibes of Mc being the same character as Yuusuke from Slay all the demons!, who loves to pick up fights…they’re both chaotic. Mc and Yuusuke.”

The purple head otaku demon deadpans while watching Beel pick up the loud human and walk towards them as Mc continues to mock the female demon loudly.

“I wonder how Shintaro always manages to handle that boar head.”

“Mc looks cool, though.”

Asmo chirps with a laugh while Satan lets out an amusement chuckle, seeing that Mc’s behavior is causing Lucifer’s headache.

“We’re back.”

Beel announces with a smile on his face before he sets Mc down on a seat between him and Mammon, while Belphie sleeps beside his twin, instead of eating.

“That’s my human.”

The white haired demon praises with a laugh and soon stopped as the eldest glares at him, causing him to sweat bullets and quickly shut his mouth.

“Are you alright, Mc?”

Simeon ask with Luke and Solomon beside him, all of them holding a food to eat or something to drink.

“You should probably ask that question to that demon there.”

Solomon chuckles with a smile as Luke seems so be smiling brightly, despite the event that just happened.

“That was so cool, Mc!”

The little angel happily exclaims, making them to let out a snort and pat the small angel’s head causing for his cheeks to get red.

“Please refrain yourself from doing something so reckless again next time, especially here at RAD, Mc.”

Lucifer firmly says with a smile on his face which was more terrifying for his brothers.

“Although, I do hope there won’t be a next time.”

• • •

“Lord Diavolo!”

Mc shouted with excitement in their voice while running towards the prince of the Devildom.

“Hi Barb.”

They greeted out before turning back their attention at the auburn haired demon with a huff.

“Greetings, M—”

“Let’s spar!”

Lucifer, being Lucifer, he choked on his own spit at the bold statement.

This demon does loves you, like love love, But No.

Just — No.

“LMAOOOO. This is a dangerous quest for you Mc! It’s obvious you’ll lose!”

Levi exclaims as he takes his phone out, knowing that they’ll still go for it, and also knows that Lord Diavolo won’t hurt badly.

Since the demon prince himself had developed some affectionate feelings for the human as well, although not too long ago.

“We won’t know until we try right?”

“AHAHAHA! Alright then! Let’s do it!”

With Diavolo’s statement that he approves, Satan couldn’t hold nor stop himself from laughing because both of them were giving him headaches.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Lord Diavolo.”

Simeon first disagrees, along with Luke, and the others while some stood aside and watching the scene fold.

“They won???”

Mammon first spoke, breaking the silence as they all stared at their messy human, who’s already laughing and shouting in victory.

“They won?????”

Asmo next questions with mouth hanging open as Levi gasps and still continues to record it on his phone.

“Mc won??”



Belphie, Satan, and Lucifer all asked as well, mouths agape while Mc helps Diavolo get up with stars in their eyes.

“Now that’s something.”

Solomon says as a chuckle escapes his lips, trying to figure out how the human won against the demon prince of the Devildom.

“I won!!”

And so, after Mc’s shouting, claiming their victory, they passed out and fell into a deep slumber as Diavolo laughs and carries their body before it could hit the floor.

“I think I should return back the things I stole from Mc before they notice it..”

Mammon mumbles to himself while sweating bullets runs down on his face.


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Headcanons: Older sister Lillith AU!

So I’m a moderator in @asmo-ds server! And while talking to some of the members of the community I started thinking about an Older sister Lillith Alternate universe and came up with this few headcanons! Lemme know what you think ❤️

Characters: Demon brothers (except Satan) Lillith, mention of Michael, Raphael and God

Warnings: I think none, let me know if you think something needs a warning!

●Lillith is born a few centuries before Lucifer, who is assigned for her to take care of while he becomes old enough to attend cherub class.

●After Lucifer shows such good results in classes, Lillith start getting assigned to take care of more little ones

●Soon enough she has a full little army: Mammon who is such a good older brother but brings chaos wherever he goes, Leviathan who is very enthusiastic but kind of clumsy on his feet, Asmo who really has an eye for the arts and aesthetic but is just the tiniest bit shy, Beelzebub and Belphegor who trail around her helping with everything they can and of course Lucifer, who is usually busy following Father’s orders with Michael and Raphael, but still comes to help his older sister take care of the little ones.

●Lillith would lay down her life for her baby brothers and does her best to keep them out of trouble and help them grow good and kind.

●She however, doubts about Father’s ways, and tries to keep her siblings out of his reach as much as she can

●Lillith is far too smart and curious for her own good, she finds out things that make her question what she knows and does and begins to doubt her place in the celestial realm.

●Soon enough Lucifer has been given a place among the archangels, and all her brothers become very exited about the prospect of becoming archangels too.

●But she really does not want that to happen.

●As her brothers grow older, Lillith keeps investigating and learning as much as she can without getting discovered, and every day she grows more concerned about the celestial realm and Father’s morale.

●Then she starts visiting the human realm, Beelzebub and Belphegor in tow.

●And she makes the terrible mistake of falling for a human.

I have more ideas for this au so if you guys like it I can make a second part to this headcanons 👀

Also to note: I don’t actually know if Luci was an archangel so I’m srry if that’s wrong, and yes I did make Levi very enthusiastic and Asmo a bit shyer. This is because I think after the fall all their personalities shifted a bit but it’s specially notable in Levi who decided to not trust anyone as easily ever again and thus became a recluse and Asmo decided to start partying to cope and thus became a social butterfly (also maybe their sins influencing a bit?) I can make another headcanon list for this ones as well and incluiding all the brothers✨

Hope you enjoyed my little ideas everyone🎉

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The way I was ready to defend Beel and Luke with my life when Lucifer was about to attack them. My protective nature really kicked in out of no where.

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In honor of me no longer having covid, I decided to write down how I mentally coped with having the plague  some headcanons about our boys and a sick MC. Because I’m all about the hurt/comfort life.


Lucifer: “You should be resting.”

The human scowled. Of course Lucifer was standing guard at the bottom of the staircase.

“I’m just going to get some water,” their voice sounded like sandpaper against wood as they spoke. They felt like the living dead, and judging by the cool stare Lucifer was giving them, they looked it, too.

“No, you’re just going back to bed.” He caught them by the elbow as soon as they were within reach. “I’ll bring a pitcher of water to your room for you.”

“Lucif–” their complaint was cut off by a sudden coughing fit. The force of it made them double over, and they clutched at their chest with one hand while the other went to cover their mouth. Demons couldn’t catch human illnesses, but old habits die hard.

It wasn’t until their lungs stopped trying to eject themselves from their body that they realized that Lucifer had sat them down on the bottom step. He was rubbing slow, soothing circles on their back, a rare look of concern in his dark eyes. “Easy now, my dear,” he murmured as they caught their breath. “You’re shaking, are you chilled?”

“…Just a little,” they wheezed. They must not have sounded very convincing, because Lucifer quickly removed one glove and gently pressed the back of his hand against their forehead.

“Your fever has come back.” In one quick, fluid movement, he had taken the cloak from around his shoulders and wrapped it around them like a blanket. “Go back to bed, now. I’ll bring you water and something to bring your fever down,” he spoke softly, like raising his voice would trigger another coughing fit.

It was too bad they were too sick to appreciate Lucifer’s soft side.

Mammon: “…A’ight, that should be everything.”

Admittedly, he might have gone a bit overboard. But, could you blame him? He’d never nursed a sick human back to health before!

…Okay, so Lucifer may or may not have let Mammon use his credit card to get stuff for them. And he may or may not have taken a few liberties. It was for the human though!

“Mammon, holy shit,” they mumbled, poking their head out from the blanket burrito they had cocooned themselves in. “Is there anything left at the convenience store or did you buy them out?”

“Shut it.” he set the last six-pack of Gatorade (well, the Devildom equivalent of it, anyway) at the foot of their bed. “Ya’ weren’t specific, so I just got one of each!”

Their room looked like a doomsday prepper’s bunker. Cans of soup, a myriad of flavors of instant noodles, a portable heater, the works. Maybe they should have been more specific.

“Do ya’ need anything else?” Mammon sounded vaguely annoyed, but underneath the gruff tone he spoke with, his concern was obvious. They had given him a scare when they first came down with the flu two days ago, temperature so high that they ended up collapsing on their way to RAD. He had been fussing over them since. They weren’t even sure if he had slept.

“…Just one more thing.”

“Yeah?” he perked up like a dog waiting for an order from its master. “Whaddaya need?”

Instead of speaking, they wiggled their arms free of the blankets and held them out. For a moment, Mammon just stared at them in confusion. When what they were asking for finally clicked, his face grew so hot they could use it as a space heater.

“What are you, a little kid?” he grumbled, but there wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation as he climbed into the bed with them. They settled themselves against his chest, sighing contentedly. Sleep had taken over in a few heartbeats.

“…Get better soon, you hear?” they didn’t, obviously, and Mammon took the opportunity to gently pat their head, like they so often did for him. “If you’re gonna be all cute and stuff, I want ya to be conscious of it.”

Leviathan: “You know, I really thought you would take longer to go through all of these.”

The human looked like a whole new person compared to the last time Levi had seen them. They were sitting upright, although they looked ready to slide back down into their previous coma-like state any minute, and the number of blankets wrapped around them had been reduced to just one instead of three. They managed to shoot him a weak grin as they handed over the manga he had let them borrow.

As much as Levi loved staying locked away in his inner sanctum, it was only an enjoyable experience if one’s source of entertainment was also locked away with them. And he couldn’t, in hood conscience, let the human die of boredom instead of dying of illness, so he had ventured out of his lair armed with his collector’s edition box set of I’m A Scholarship Student At An Obscenely Rich School and Now I Have To Work Off A Debt Because I Broke A Vase That Belonged To A Host Club!

That had only been a few days ago, but this morning he had gotten a text from them saying that they were finished.

“It’s not like I have anything else to do, Levi.”

“Pretty sure you could have been sleeping, but okay.”

They stuck their tongue out. “I couldn’t put it down.”

“Right?” Levi nodded enthusiastically, clutching the box to his chest like it was worth his weight in gold. Actually, knowing him, he probably paid his weight in gold for it. “I definitely bawled my eyes out at the end. You have to watch the anime next, the music really brings the scene together. And, like, I’m not usually into pastel themes, but the color scheme actually really fits the mood, and - “

Somewhere in the middle of Levi’s overly-excited info dumping, the human’s eyes had slipped closed. By the time Levi realized he was geeking out, their breathing had evened out and they had slumped against the headboard.

…Oh. They looked really cute like that.

“Sheesh, c’mon, normie,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I bored you to sleep.”

He set down the box on their nightstand and, very carefully, so he didn’t wake them up, inched them down to lay were laying against the mountain of pillows they had. Once they were settled into a position that wouldn’t give them a crick in their neck, he pulled the blanket up to their chin.

“There,” he nodded to himself. “You rest up, because you and I are going to have an anime marathon, and I won’t forgive you if you fall asleep in the middle of it.”

They mumbled, but otherwise stayed unconscious. Levi had definitely seen this in an anime before. His heart was pounding somewhere around his throat, but he wasn’t getting this opportunity again any time soon. Gently, like he was approaching a wild animal, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to their forehead.

“Seriously, get better soon.” he murmured. “I don’t like seeing you sick.”

Satan: His leg was falling asleep.

He had been sitting in the same position for at least an hour, and if it were anyone else he simply would have shoved them off and went about his day. But, how could he push the human away when they were curled up like a kitten in his lap?

They had been complaining about being bored, since they had been too feverish to attend RAD for the past few days. So Satan, always the man with a plan, had arrived in their room ready to binge watch his favorite crime drama. Even though he had seen this show at least eight times, he still found himself getting absolutely sucked into the plot. So much so that he didn’t notice the human starting to nod off until they landed against his side.

“Honestly, you could have just told me you were tired.” he muttered, gently rearranging them so their head was resting in his lap. They made a small noise in their sleep, but otherwise remained unconscious.

It was so rare that the human was still. They seemed to have an endless source of energy, able to be embroiled in all of the shenanigans that tended to happen around the family without absolutely disintegrating. To have them finally at rest, even sick, was quite the treat. Satan couldn’t quit help himself as he reached down to pet their head.

Well, if he was going to be stuck here until they woke up, at least he had a good show to watch.

Asmodeus: “Asmo, I can bathe by myself.”

“Yeah, no, don’t even try it.” Asmo shook his head as he ushered the human into his bedroom. “You passed out in the shower the other day, darling. This is the only time I’m grateful for Mammon’s snooping, because you might still be there if he hadn’t heard you fall.”

They subconsciously touched the sore spot on their shoulder where they had collided with the wall. The pain blended in with the rest of their body aches, but the bruise certainly didn’t.

“Besides,” Asmo sat them down on the chaise lounge. “A nice, hot bath with some quality oils will rejuvenate you like nothing else. Now, go on, strip.”

When they gave him a clearly unamused look, he just laughed. “Not while you’re sick, darling. You know full well being with me requires you to be at peak energy.”

With a sigh, they began peeling themselves out of their days-old pajamas. Admittedly, they did feel like a bath would help them feel a little better. They were pretty sure they read somewhere that the steam from hot water would help clear out all the gunk in their chest. And if anyone knew the intricate rituals of bath time, it was Asmodeus.

While they were stripping, Asmo had made his way over to the Grecian temple that was his bathtub and turned on the tap. After a few moments of running his hand under the stream to test the temperature, he stood and began browsing his impressive collection of bath accoutrements. “Hm, let’s see, let’s see…here it is!”

Asmo turned around, holding up the little bottle like he had just found buried treasure. “Eucalyptus, to help clear out the lungs. It’s good for muscle aches, too!”

With a flourish, he put a few drops into the water. “Alright, ready. Can you get in yourself or do you need my help?”

“I’ve got the flu, not the plague, Asmo.”

“You. Fell. In. The. Shower.” he punctuated each word with a poke to their cheek before holding out his hand to help them. Although they grumbled, they were still feeling kind of weak, so they allowed Asmo to pull them up.

“There, now, easy does it,” he spoke softly as he guided them to sit on the edge of the tub. If this were any other situation, they would be painfully aware of the fact that they were completely naked in front of the Avatar of Lust. But, the fragrant steam rising from the water was beginning to ease the ache in their chest, and Asmo’s soft hands had begun massaging their shoulders. They barely even noticed when they were fully seated.

“You’re not coming in?” they murmured sleepily as Asmo sat himself along the edge of the tub. He just laughed.

“Next time, darling. Now, you just relax and let me take care of you.”

Beelzebub: The phrase “don’t have much of an appetite” just didn’t make sense to Beel. How could someone not want to eat? Maybe he was a bit biased, being the ever-starving Avatar of Gluttony, but still. Humans needed lots of nutrients to get better when they were sick, right? He was pretty sure that was what Satan told him.

Beel scowled, scrolling through the eighteenth listicle about foods to eat when sick. Honestly, he was making himself hungry, but he was starting to get the general idea. Looks like he’s making them some soup.

The kitchen was separated into “human” and “demon” sections, after the one time that they almost used cyanide instead of salt. Human cuisine took less time and involved less magic, so Beel knew his way around the human spice cabinet. Making the soup was the easy part, making sure it got to its intended recipient was another matter.

Climbing the stairs to the human’s room felt like a Herculean task, but he did it - mostly. He may have taken a few bites here and there. But he had purposely put more in the bowl than he knew they would be able to eat, so it was fine, right? He knocked on their door twice, listening to them shuffle around before they finally called out weakly that the door was open.

“I brought food.” he said, shutting the door behind him. “You haven’t been eating much lately.”

They poked their head miserably out of the blanket burrito they had wrapped themselves in. A thin sheen of sweat covered their forehead, but they were shaking, which meant their fever hadn’t broken yet. Did humans always take this long to get better? Another question for Satan.

“I’m not really hungry, Beel.” they mumbled, voice thick and gravelly due to the sore throat they had. “You can eat it.”

Shaking his head, Beel sat himself down on the bed beside them. “I had some already.”

“Have some more.”

“No, I made it for you.” his stomach growled, completely undermining his words. “It’s basically just broth, you can drink it.”

They wiggled around for a bit before they managed to extract themselves from the absolute cocoon they had made. “…What kind of broth?”

“Just chicken, I promise.” he laughed. “I wasn’t about to try to get you to eat a Devildom recipe.”

Finally, they got themselves into a sitting position, but even that seemed to wear them out. They flopped against Beel’s shoulder, and he definitely didn’t like how hot their skin felt against his. Their breathing was ragged as they tried to get the energy to sit up.

“Here,” Beel dipped the spoon into the broth. “I’ll help.”

“I’m not a baby…”

“No, but you are really weak.” he replied gently. “Let me help you.”

He could feel the urge to protest vibrating through their body - their independence was definitely an endearing quality of theirs. But, eventually they must have come to the conclusion that a content of tenacity between the two of them was going to take longer than simply waiting out their illness. With a huff, they opened their mouth and let Beel feed them.

“Oh, wow, this is pretty good.”

“I’m a good cook if I don’t eat the ingredients first.”

Belphegor: “I thought humans slept a lot when they got sick.”

The bags under the human’s eyes were almost as intense as they glare they gave him. When the rest of the brothers had begun arguing over something stupid, Belphegor had taken the opportunity to bundle them up and whisk them away to the peace and quiet of the attic. His intent had been to take a nice long nap with them, but apparently their lungs had a different plan.

“We should,” they groaned, sounding like their throat was made of sandpaper. “Every time I feel like I’m going to fall asleep, I start coughing.”

“That sounds counter-intuitive.”

“Tell me about it.”

Belphie rolled over so that he was lying on his side, facing them. “Well then, you picked a good nap partner.”

They blinked blearily up at him. “Why is that?”

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

He reached out, tugging them towards him until they were settled comfortably against his chest with their head tucked beneath his chin. Although he wasn’t the tallest of the brothers, he had enough height to basically surround the human. “Can you hear my heartbeat?”

“I’m too tired for you cheesy lines, Belphie.”

“No, seriously, just listen.”

He could practically hear them roll their eyes, but they quieted down. Once he was sure they were synced up with the steady ba-bump, ba-bump of his heart, he began to work his magic - literally.

He brought his hand up to cup the back of their skull, fingertips tingling as he focused his magic their. They squirmed for a moment before sighing as the cool rush of Belphie’s special brand of sleep magic washed over them.

“I told you, being tired isn’t the prob - “

“Hush,” he murmured, letting them feel his voice rumble through his chest. “Just relax for me, okay?”

Belphie massaged their scalp like he was washing their hair, working his magic into their skin. Slowly but surely he felt them soften, the tightness in their chest easing. Finally, their slightly labored breathing evened out, and the poor human finally succumbed to sleep.

“About time,” he kissed the top of their head. “You need to rest if you want to get better, so let’s sleep as long as we like, okay?”

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