Visit Blog
Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.
#obey me belphegor x reader angst
obeythebutler · 3 months ago
Hello! Could you do some continuation of the hc's where Mc has gone missing? Where one day the brothers feel Mc trying to activate the pact mark and summon them? For some reason they can't, but this means that Mc is indeed alive somewhere, so the brothers at least have new found hope
Brothers React To Missing MC Activating The Pact Mark
They were dead, blipped out from existence, leaving behind a broken family who mourned their demise, with nothing but despair in their hearts. But then, the pact mark is activated.
Brothers and Dateables React To Missing MC
The clock ticks.
It always does, with its incessant pattern that the demon wouldn't normally pay attention to, but today it makes Lucifer threaten to tear at the papers in frustration.
These reports are never-ending, just like his misery. A blotch of ink against the paper makes him growl in frustration.
It's lonely without you. Lucifer held it together the first time they fell, but now you're gone and the ropes of sanity in his hands are slipping. He doesn't remember the last time he had a peaceful sleep, for it rarely came, and when it did nightmares accompanied it.
Cursing himself for not focusing at the task, Lucifer picks up the pen which had been thrown on the ground. But as soon as the tip touches the paper, he feels it. He feels power flowing through the pact, faint and weak but there.
Lucifer nearly jumps from his desk, wide-eyed as he waits to be teleported to their location. Finally see their face and see them alive.
But as soon as the rush comes, it goes away.
His head nearly collides with the desk as Lucifer kneels on the floor, the remnants of their energy making his heart beat faster.
They're there, they're trying to summon him. They're alive, missing, but alive and breathing. Hope flows throw his veins as Lucifer shakily gets up. They're alive and they're trying to summon him, they miss him and he misses them, it's been so long since he last saw them and he wants to see them they're alive and they're not gone—
His brothers must be assembled immediately.
Your shirt lies in his lap, tears on it having long dried, but the aching in his heart hasn't.
He bargained in dark alleys and dingy clubs, hell, he was ready to give up his card, but it only yielded him despair.
He was their first man, their protector, and he let them die. He let them get killed. He wasn't there. They died and not even the body was found to bury.
Fresh tears dampen the shirt.
If only you were alive, what he wouldn't give for you to come back, he'll give his life if it means you'll live, he'll rip his heart out if it means if you'll come back. If only you could summon him.
Mammon feels it. A heartbeat, a faint chanting of an incancation, just a bit more, a little more energy and he'll be there, just a bit more force and he'll be teleported, just a bit more—
The shirt lies forgotten in his lap as Mammon gasps. They're alive and they're trying to summon him. He won't let them leave him again, he won't.
This time, the tears that flow from his eyes are of joy and not despair, of relief and not pain. Mammon doesn't realize that he's screaming or that he's babbling words at his bewildered brothers until he calms down and chokes out syllables.
They're alive.
The screen flashes "Game Over" in large letters.
Leviathan wants to throw his controller at the computer, destroy the very thing that holds dreaded and loved memories. But he doesn't have the energy to move.
The picture of them and him cosplaying as the famous pair of TSL makes something in him shatter. His Henry, now gone and dead. He's nothing without them.
Just a useless, worthless demon who sulks and cries.
His throat is dry, maybe from the constant crying earlier, but Levi doesn't have the energy to grab the bottle and drink.
But then, he feels his heart best faster.
A foreign energy, one not felt in a long time, now thrums through his veins and makes him open the bottle and glug the liquid. Only when the container empties does some sense of consciousness float in Levi's mind. The energy is theirs.
But as soon as it comes, it disappears.
But Leviathan doesn't fall on the floor after their essence leaves his soul, he remains standing, something in his heart bursting with joy as he nearly screams.
Something warm and soothing brews in his heart. Hope brews, revitalising and strengthening him.
They're alive.
Torn, that's what Satan sees. Torn are the books in his room, torn are the curtains and the mattress, torn is the cover, torn is his heart.
Even this book failed to provide any answers. Knowledge was supposed to empower someone, invoke respect and power, but it failed this time.
Revival of the dead isn't possible.
He tried, at first, to use the pact and channel his energy to them so they could remain alive, but their soul wasn't there. Gone. He roamed and read, threated and searched, but no answers came.
If only he could have held their hand one last time.
Satan sighs as his claws drag through the stone walls, untouched spots now hard to find. The silence hangs heavy in his room, and Satan nearly curses as he barely manages not to trip on a stray book, and when he leans down to pick it up his pupils dilate.
He can feel the chanting, the summoning spell and their energy, their soul.
But it fades away, for it is too weak.
But the newfound hope in Satan isn't. Nearly screaming like a madman, the blonde demon grins as he rushes outside, words already spilling past his lips.
They're alive.
The library is a mess.
It always has been, since they...died. Satan nearly tore all of the books in two if not for him and Lucifer stopping him. He had lashed out, angry, hopeful, but only back then.
There's not a speck of hope now.
He could go, forget this room with its messed-up books and torn furniture, leave and throw himself in the spotlight, where he would be adored and loved. But other's love didn't mean anything to him, because it was only your love that truly mattered.
Asmodeus sighs as he gathers the last of the pages, and prepares a spell to mend them. "May the torn pages of these manuscripts before me—oomfph!"
A garbled sound leaves him, and the demon staggers before resting a hand on the wall to compose himself. It's like the breath has been knocked out of his lungs, and new energy flows through him.
Warm, comforting, familiar—something that he loved, and still does.
His MC.
He can feel the incantation being muttered, a spell to summon demons, and Asmo closes his eyes, praying that he'll see them when he opens them again.
Asmodeus blinks.
Frantic eyes looks around the room. The same books, the same chairs, the same torn—no!
No, he wants to cry out the word, each syllable echoing in the room, but Asmodeus doesn't make a sound. He only smiles, as tears stream down his face.
There's hope.
The house is never this quiet.
Usually, there would be a cacophony of shouts and laughter at this hour, with Mammon and Leviathan running around as the others watched or interfered. There was joyous laughter and screams, something which was noisy but comforting. Something which felt like home.
But home has never been so silent before.
The water boiling interrupts him, and Beelzebub says nothing as he gently takes out the noodles, careful not to break them when he puts them in the pot.
But the noodle breaks in two in his hands as his eyes widen.
Barely a flicker, yet still there, trying to make itself known. A faint heartbeat, slow, but there.
You're there.
The ginger demon nearly screams at the discovery before quietening himself, fearing its a dream, but when the noodles break even more in his hand and his heart beats even faster does Beel relent.
The impact is jarring, so heavy that it throws his twin out of his slumber, who rushes downstairs to see what exactly has taken place.
Belphegor doesn't understand the joy thrumming through his veins when he feels his twin rejoice.
His heart beats loudly.
Fast, as if he's gone and ran in the house, creating a ruckus. But he's the personification of Sloth, and Sloth rarely runs.
So why does he feel the pounding in his chest?
Belphegor sighs as he lazily rubs his eyes, still in the daze of sleep. For a moment, he thinks Satan's gone and ravaged the house again. His brothers would often ask him to aid in cleaning up. But the demon would decline, for the books were torn when they couldn't find a solution, and the furniture was broken in despair and anger.
It was the fourth-born's way of mourning.
Belphegor's was sleeping the days away. Usually he wouldn't wake up so easily, but the sudden thrumming in his chest makes him grumble as he hastily gets up.
And then, the demon's eyes widen.
Belphegor nearly falls off the bed as he jumps, a newfound vigour in every step as he stands straight, closes his eyes shut and pleads to be summoned.
It's you whose trying to summon him, it's you whose alive and breathing, not dead, it's you whose calling out to him.
The demon doesn't succeed in stopping the gasp that spills past his lips, a silent wail caught in his throat as he falls silent.
No sounds escape Belphegor.
Only when he opens his eyes and places a trembling hand on his chest, feels the beat of his heart, only then does the demon fall to the ground.
He screams, shouts as tears fall from his eyes—he can't tell whether they're from relief or happiness, but Belphegor's damn sure they're from hope.
Hope, that he will give his brothers too now that they surround him in worry.
3K notes · View notes
equestriagirl16 · a month ago
Obey me bois and their nightmares about you~
Tumblr media
I often see the concept of how these bois would fall prey to certain insecurities involving their sins and love for you. So let’s explore further into that through one of their more vulnerable states. Their dreams.
Warnings: angst, gore!!(specifically for Satan, Beel, and Belphie), cursing
Tumblr media
He would often wonder if his bouts of arrogance would ever have any lasting effects on you, like it had on others throughout the years
You were always so forgiving and understanding, but the possibility of you becoming more meek and sullen around him intruded his mind late at night after a mountain of paper work had been conquered and he fell into sleep before he knew it
He opens his eyes again, only to find he is in a darkened room, with him being seated on a high thrown and you below him kneeled on the ground head hanging low
“I’m sorry..”
“I’m sorry for questioning you, for speaking out of turn, for embarrassing you…”
Lucifer was confused and concerned, you sounded so distant and disheartened and he had no idea what for
“Lucifer..are you ashamed of me?”
His eyes widened at the question, you sounded like you were on the verge of tears
“No! Never! MC tell me what is-”
“I won’t ruin your image any more, I won’t insult your authority, I won’t test your patience, I won’t speak out of turn I won’t-”
You continued to ramble about the things you won’t do anymore as you rose to your feet and slowly turned to walk away in a zombie like state, to see you like this hurt Lucifer it scared him even
He doesn’t want you to be another sheep, he loves you as you are!
He reaches out to you only to find he’s tethered to the thrown, not being able to escape this cage and you walking away a broken soul by his hand
The guilt and fear of having done this to you dug a hole in his chest paining him to the point of snapping awake with a flinch
He’s thankful to realize it was only a dream and sighs as he leans back in his chair and pushes his hair out of his face. In the morning he’d be sure to be explicitly clear about how truly grateful he is for you, just as you are
You were his first human, he’s your first man and he holds that title as high on his list as ‘The Great Mammon!’
But sometimes he just can’t rap his head around how cool you can be, even when he’s prone to some…uncool habits
I mean cmon! The things he’s done for a quick buck! How can you just…forgive him so easily? Is there really not a single grudge bone in your whole body? No plots or anything? Even he can admit he deserves..some of it
But you’re still so kind, and can even be as mischievous as him! He just wonders when’s he gonna push that one button, when’s he gonna fuck up and really do something that makes you call it quits
He thinks real hard on these things sprawled out on his bed, so much to the point that he conks out almost instantly
When he wakes up again he’s standing in front of an alley next to a club, he turns and sees you hunched over your shoulders shaking as you whimper
“Hey MC! What’s wrong did someone do this to ya-
He’s scared by the violent shove you gave him as you whipped around
Is that what he did, no…no never, never that, never to you!
“Wh-No! MC I can get grimm from anywhere! How could I- w-why would I take from you?!”
“And you’re a goddamn liar.”
That last line you spat made him flinch as a pang of guilt stabbed through his stomach
“You’re a scumbag Mammon. Get out of my life.”
“Nonono WAIT-”
You screamed at a volume that pierced his ears and with that he jolts awake in a cold sweat. Relieved it was a dream as he pants, but the image never really leaving him for a while maybe he’d work up the courage to talk to you about it one of these days
It’s no real question where his worries lie with you, day in and day out he fears you’ll wise up and realize you could do better
Even with you constantly reassuring him that he’s perfect for you and how you’d never stop loving him, the thought always eats at him when his guard’s down
Jealousy is inevitable for him, but that doesn’t mean he likes it, you were the first person in forever to actually care about what he says let alone be interested
A mega fan like him he had to be dreaming! But in fact it was in his very dreams where he always sees the same scene unfold. You being swept away by someone cooler, someone stronger, someone more handsome, someone, ANYONE! And worst of all…
“God! Fucking finally, if I hear him ramble about another anime or some sh!t I’m gonna vomit.”
He stood there, frozen, watching you speak to another figure
“*sigh* like I tried, I really tried to humor him but who actually gives a damn! Maybe if he tried stepping out in sun the extra vitamins would actually help him catch a fuckin clue.”
“He must’ve loved finally being able to touch something else other than a body pillow though, how the hell can a demon lord be so pathetic it’s…disgusting.”
He watches you say the last line with a scowl. He was hurt deeply but he can’t move, can’t express any emotion, but if he could he thinks he might cry
Or maybe not as he’d figured you’d feel this way, isn’t it weird that even though he expected this seeing it actually happen makes him feel like he’s gonna shatter into pieces
And he does, his frozen form splits and cracks and falls to pieces onto the ground. It’s painful, but not as painful as watching you walk away with someone else, a huge smile forming on your face
His eyes slowly open, relief fills him as he sees it was a dream but it wasn’t enough to make the swirling in his gut go away, he thinks it’s a good time for another one of those 3am calls with you
Despite the calm nature he tries to uphold it’s only a testament that anger can come in many forms, it’s not always violent and neither does he want it to be, though he can admit sometimes it can become…blinding
But that’s only because he wishes to be heard, and hear him you do, and comfort and calm and talk and walk and read with him. He feels as though nothing can put him in a better mood and he’s forever grateful
However, in the back of his mind he’s still cautious of that beast, that unrelenting fearsome creature that only sees red and won’t think for a second before attacking whoever and whatever’s in front of him
And with you being his main outlet, he always thinks, what if he decides to no longer listen? What if in the Beauty and Beast the beast was never merciful?
He dozes off having read a bit of said tale for the thousandth time, and when he wakes it’s the same room but different, destroyed, messy, and in shambles
He rises from his chair wondering what could have happened until he hears a heavy and broken sobbing coming from behind a bookshelf, he recognizes it as you and rushes to your aid
But he turns the corner shocked and sickened as the image is worse than he could have ever imagined. You’re cut, gashed, bruised, swollen, beaten, bleeding, and what looked like the be a broken leg with the bone bloody and exposed
You scream and sob scurrying away from him only to cry out agonizingly having moved your injured leg too much
“MC y-you’re hurt don’t-”
“Please god noooo! I can’t-I can’t again, I *hic* fuck I d-didn’t mean to I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m-”
Satan was becoming overwhelmed by fear, disgust, worry, and rage, how could this happen?! He was right here! Who-
“Who did this to you..?”
You lower the hands you brought up to protect your face, which was now dark and expressionless
“You. Did.”
His eyes widen in shock, and with that blood gushes from your head as your eyes roll back and you fall to the ground like a rag doll
He lunges down to you on the floor and tries to heal you, but before he could start as he feels for a pulse there’s…nothing. He’s frozen, and numb, he did this to you, in the most painful way possible, he wanted to cry out but his voice won’t leave him. So he kneels there, hands stained with your blood as he cradled your head in them holding it to his own
“…I wouldn’t..I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t..I-”
He jolts awake from his sleep, book falling from his face, his first sight being Asmo who heard him mumbling and was concerned. He tells him it was just a bad dream a truth he was relieved by, a dream none the less that would still haunt him for sometime the only quell being your comfort
Beauty and grace will always be apart of his agenda, he strives for it and everyone only recognizes that
He can’t help that he’s so captivating and enchanting! Charming anyone that comes his way, even if their purposes are more sensual which was the majority
But you opened up a whole new world for him, you showed him a side of intimacy he’s almost forgotten and he craves it more than anything! You’ve shown him more precious things in life, and he wants nothing more than to show you that love and warmth back
You’re special to him truly, despite the countless number of others he’s encountered you stick out beautifully. He wants you to know that, he needs you to know that, the very thought of you thinking differently it just…
He fell gracefully into sleep pondering these things, when he opened his eyes again he was confused to find himself in a pink tinted void, he scanned around and when he turned he found you standing still
“Don’t touch me! I don’t know where those hands have been.”
He was shocked as you smacked away the arms he was about to embrace you with
“MC? Darling it’s me..”
“Yes. Asmodeus, the demon who runs into millions of other’s arms and beds.”
“You don’t love me.”
“Of course I do! Darling you’re my everything!”
“Is that what you say to get into people’s pants?”
Asmo was hurt by your comments, but became even more frightened seeing a crowd forming behind you. No faces or features, just a blurred bunch of dark people like figures
“Am I just another one of them Asmo?”
You ask more sincerely, looking him in the eye and backing towards the group slowly
“Another number…another name…another lay…another the crowd..”
You say the last line fading away slowly into the bunched blackness of the figures, reaching out a hand that’s the last to be merged with them
Asmo reaches out for the hand and grabs it with both of his own pulling at you desperately to free you from the blackness but you kept slipping in, he wasn’t strong enough, but he couldn’t let go, he wouldn’t
“Please don’t leave me MC…PLEASE!”
At that plea he gasps awake, sitting upright and panting trying to still his breath, he sighs thankful it was just a dream but unfortunately he doesn’t think he’ll be able to catch up on the rest of his beauty sleep. Perhaps he could spend the rest of the night being productive and planning a much needed date, ya know what how about a weekend-he..really needs to see you
He would have to admit there’s not too much at stake when it comes to your relationship, with proper prep his hunger can be easily taken care of
But everybody makes mistakes, things get eaten, food runs out, and Beel just gets..well hungry. He doesn’t mean for said hunger to take over but the feeling can just be so overwhelming, like an itch he needs to scratch, or a pain that grows worse and worse it’s enough to drive anyone crazy
You’ve seen a good deal of the worst of it, the outbursts and desperation, but in the end it was always handled and you were there to deal with the aftermath. He has no idea how he used to get by without you, sometimes your kindness was enough to calm him until his next meal
But other times he wonders, he worries, what if one day you’re there but the foods not? He’d demolished any possible idea of ever hurting you, but how long can your comfort and presence truly keep him at bay? How much can you really help at the end of the day?
A late night thought he has while gnawing on some fruit snacks before forcing himself to relax and sleep it away, he wakes up again, chewing on something
He figures it to be the fruit snacks he had a faint memory of eating on earlier, but something was off, the taste was raw and musky unlike anything he’s ever had before, was this meat? It ‘was’ red and red and red and…
He looks down and freezes at what he only recognizes to be entrails and intestines gripped in his hands, blood and other fluids coating his forearms, he slowly spits out what was in his mouth onto the floor which is now an unrecognizable lump of mashed organs
Beel throws down the contents in his hands and begins to gag heavily, but nothing will come out. The air is filled with a horrible odor, and he covers his face to shield himself from it, but not before a familiar sent whiffs past him
He slowly rises to his feet and sees a table, with a body sliced open. Practically empty and mangled like it was feasted upon, he looks on scanning it. He’s seen some things before so while it was troubling he braved looking on. There was something so familiar about it…
He eventually made his way to the other side where the head was. It was hanging over the end so he couldn’t see, but when he does shock and anguish filled his body as his legs gave out. It was you, your face, still, pale, lifeless
As he breakdowns on the ground and he grabs your face with shaky hands, bringing it close to his own whimpering and repeating his mantra
Through his pants he looks up at you with utter confusion and fear on his face
You say weakly and hoarse, Beel’s only response to this is his heart pounding in his chest, breath becoming quicker to the point the shock wakes him up as he practically lunges out his bed
Belphie wakes up for a moment and mumbles asking if he’s ok, he says yes, Belphie asks if it was a bad dream, he says yes again. Belphie rises from his bed and trots over to Beel, offering a pillow and an ear if he needs someone to listen. Beel explains, Belphie gives some input, the main being that Beel doesn’t give himself or MC nearly enough credit for how strong they are and what they can conquer together
Even Belphie can admit the initial shock he felt at your forgiveness and acceptance towards him, you truly are a one of a kind human and that’s not just because of your connection to Lilith
He has to say he..enjoys your company, despite both your past he actually feels like he has someone around who gets him, and he’s glad you helped him and his brothers stand on mutual grounds again
He could lean on you, he could trust you, he even loved you, he did. He never wanted to hurt you again. Even if your relationship didn’t progress the way it did, you just weren’t deserving of such pain
You’ve provided him with a comfort he hasn’t felt for a long time even after all he did, he’s sworn to protect you. He’d owe that to more than just you, but having you around to listen to him talk about the stars, provide extra body heat during naps, or just simply be there. Even if he doesn’t always show it he appreciates it more than you could ever know
He really hopes you feel just as safe around him, that he could ever manage to provide a fraction of that comfort you give him, he really hopes that…you mean it when you say you’re not scared
It’s not hard for him to drift off within seconds of thinking on this, but strangely enough he’s awake again in the attic space no less. He’s so groggy he can barely even tell what else is going on until he here’s a voice
“…..I’m sorry…”
He whips his head around recognizing your voice but is horrified to see the full source. His arm was empaled through your chest, blood gushing and oozing around it and out of your injury, you were lifted off the ground clutching weakly onto the arm blood dripping from your mouth as well
Belphie began to panic face going pale but to top everything off, in his palm out the other side of your body, he had your heart in a death grip. It was still pounding..
“…I’m sorry….”
Belphie snatches his attention back to your face, your head hung low and your grip grew tighter nails digging into his arm as he winced
“..I’m sorry, im sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry-”
You kept mumbling that mantra, Belphie was confused and scarred at an utter loss of what to do. He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t, couldn’t think, couldn’t understand
Before he could have another second to process you grabbed his arm tighter than ever
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be what you wanted.”
You ripped his arm out your body, and stood on your feet. Belphie slowly looks at his bloodied limb and the heart that still pumped in his palm. He then looks at you, you lifted your head and did the same, you smile, cough blood, and fall to the ground with a thud
Belphie stood there, confused, horrified, shocked, disgusted. Frozen. He did it again…how…he shook his head back and forth trying desperately to deny the situation. The heart pumped loud in his palm, he could hear it, he listened to it. Did he do this? Was this your plan? Did you both but…wh-
At the utter confusion he snapped himself awake. Of course it was a dream he thought, a very vivid dream, but still just a dream. He would never, he wouldn’t. He calms himself down, and remembers he feel asleep in the planetarium. Maybe he should plan another sleepover with MC here, they…he could use the company
2K notes · View notes
mythsofkairos · a month ago
Tumblr media
scenario: You were ranting to your friend in the human realm about this new tv show you both were hooked to. You hated a certain character in the show and were venting your frustrations about it over the phone. Unfortunately, they overhear you and think you’re talking about them.
Tumblr media
He was making his way over to your room for regular night checks when he heard your muffled voice
With half a mind to scold you for staying up past your bedtime, he walked upto your door when and was about to knock when he heard you loud and clear
“I swear he is such an asshole.”
The silence in the corridor was deafening as he froze outside your door
“He has his head so far up his ass that he absolutely refuses to acknowledge other people around him. Ugh, I hate him, I tell you.”
Before fury and injury to pride, it was crushing heartbreak that hit him like a truck
You…hated him? But…you told him loved him. He recalled all the times you did, and all the different ways you did
Was it all…a lie?
His damaged pride wouldn’t let him face you, but his broken heart couldn’t let him face you
So he resigned to his room, letting the fatigue knock him out as soon as his head hit the pillow
The next day, he was absolutely silent
His brothers were really concerned
He refused to get angry or punish them no matter what they did, even going as far as to help them on more than one occasions
As much as they appreciated it, the look in his eyes was freaking them out
So when you returned from your extra classes at R.A.D in the evening, they requested you to get to the bottom of it
He knew it was you from the familiar rhythm of your clicking soles at the end of the corridor
But he refused to look up even when you peeked through the door, knocking on it and calling him out
“Luci? Can I come in?”
His grip tightened on his pen as he nodded, still avoiding eye contact
You could tell his demeanor was different 
It wasn’t one of exhaustion, but rather of resignation
You placed a coaxing hand on his shoulder, “Is something the matter, love?”
Before you could even blink, he had grabbed your wrist and was towering above you
“Don’t you dare call me that.”
He hated that he was collapsing on the inside, when you had the audacity to look confused
“W-What happened? What did I do?
“Why don’t you ask that to someone who’s not an asshole? Someone who doesn’t have his head stuck up in his ass?”
You blinked once, twice, thrice before it clicked
The footsteps behind your door last night were his
With widened eyes and gushed speech, you stumbled over your own words to explain to him what you were talking about
His face morphed from fury to something unreadable as your progressed through your explanation, and he was so still that you were afraid that you broke him or something
And just like before, you were engulfed in a bone-crushing hug before you could even blink
His voice was low as he mumbled against the crook of your neck, but it reached both your ears and heart
“I’m glad to hear that you still love me.”
Tumblr media
He had been making his way to your room to drag you into another money-making scheme
and just maybe ask for some cuddles
He was about to barge in as usual when you said those words
“I swear he is such a scumbag.”
His heart DROPPED to the floor like a sledgehammer
“He’s so all over the place just to compensate for the fact that he is utterly useless. It’s so fucking annoying, I swear.”
He could feel the prickling at the corners of his eyes and heart clenching in his chest
Even though his own brothers called him much more horrible things, hearing you say it shattered something else inside him
He always knew in the deepest darkest corners of his mind that you hung around him because you pitied him, not because you genuinely liked him
He didn’t want to believe his ears, he wanted to walk away and pretend he never heard you say those cruel insults
But he couldn’t bring himself to move, his body betraying his mind as his feet remained planted to the floor
You hated him, you hated his guts
Then why would you agree to date him?
His chest clenched harder when he considered the possibility that perhaps he was just a plaything to you
Did you feel that sorry for him? Or did his brothers dare you like in those cliché movies he used to laugh at? 
Either way, it was a massive blow he wasn’t sure he would recover from anytime soon
Why would you do this you’re heartless 
Oblivious and lost in your conversation, you made your way out of your room to grab a snack from the kitchen
When you swung the door open, your words were caught in your throat as your friend continued ranting on the other side
His lips were parted in shock, his eyes were brimming with tears and his entire body was tensed up
The reason behind his state was sort of a no-brainer for you
You excused yourself from your call and disconnected it
“Mammon? Baby?”
He was beyond hearing those sweet words now, backing away from the door
Now you were the heartbroken one
You immediately hugged him and pulled him into your room
It took you two hours to cheer him back up after explaining what you had been talking about
Regardless, you weren’t allowed to leave his arms even for a second
For once, he made none of his ‘Great Mammon’ comments as he relished the feeling of your bodies tangled together
Tumblr media
A big fat oof—
Being the one who struggled the most with his self-esteem, he still thought he was dreaming six weeks into your relationship
You were nothing but kind and supportive to him and his hobbies
He was mostly happy about getting to keep his anime girl figurines
Little did he know he was going to get German suplexed into the ground
After a long morning of an intense auction for a limited edition video game, he had excitedly rushed out of his room to show it off to you
He stopped outside your door, contemplating whether he should just barge in or call you out
He finally settled on knocking, but was met with radio silence from the other side
Frowning, he started walking away from your room when he heard the faint echo of your voice from the living room
Rejuvenated once again, he skipped down the stairs and spotted your familiar head poking from over the sofa headrest facing him
He was about to reach out when you spoke once again
“I mean, he’s antisocial to the point where he’s just a petty bitch.”
His hands dropped to his sides as he took in your words
Antisocial…petty…you…couldn’t mean him, right?
“I don’t even know how a weirdo like him got a girlfriend.”
It was like drowning in quicksand, except he was suffocating on nothing but air
He knew it. And now you had said it.
All those times you’d encouraged him with your words were crushed into oblivion under the weight of your current declaration
Just like everyone else, you saw him as a gross shut in, a weirdo
He had no idea when he had shifted into his demon form until you turned around and let out a startled scream
“L-Levi! What are you doing?!”
He was furious no doubt, but it was more out of pain than hatred
You, who he had come to trust after so long, had been like everyone else
His jaw was clenched, but you could see his eyes become glossy
“Y-You liar…”
Before you knew, he had flown up the floors and shut himself in his room
After a beat of silence, you finally put two and two together
Rushing to his room, you banged on the door
“Levi? Baby? Can you hear me?”
The stomping and crashing sounds from the other side stilled
You quickly explained yourself, assuring him that your words weren’t directed at him at all
But when there was no response, you decided to give him some space and resign to your room
But the slow creaking of the door caught your attention, making you turn around and face your teary-eyed otaku
Wasting no time throwing your arms around him, you peppered his face with kisses
You two spent the afternoon playing games and cuddling, and even though he wasn’t as vocal as he used to be, his little smile and willingness to accept your affection assured you that you hadn’t lost him
Tumblr media
You must have a death wish
He had invited you over to his library for a study session, and currently you were taking a break from memorizing hex spells
You were furiously typing on your phone, gushing to your friend all about your opinions on the latest episode
Satan was reading his novel as usual, but he couldn’t help peek over the edge of the book at you
Your face was displaying all the emotions on the spectrum as your fingers flew across your screen
At one point, you were even giggling softly
His pride wouldn’t let him admit it, but he was the slightest bit jealous
jk lol he was BURNT
Who were you texting with such interest? What was more important than talking to your boyfriend while he sat across you?
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore
You hummed in response as you looked up from your screen
“Can you get me that spell book from the shelf behind you?”
You mindlessly got up from the table and moved towards the shelf, leaving your phone behind
There was a considerable distance between your seat and the shelf, giving him plenty of time to sneak a peak at your texts
His eyes were glued to the screen as he read your most recent texts
“He’s so pissy all the time, it’s starting to irritate me now.”
“He’s so smart, and for what?”
“Like, who does he think he is?”
There was an all-encompassing silence inside him as he briefly considered who were talking about
And then the FURY that gripped him was unlike anything he had ever felt
He slammed his hands down on the table, effectively breaking it into two
The sound made you whip your head around, only to see your seething boyfriend in his demon form
“Satan! What the fuck?”
You rushed upto the table or what was left of it, absolutely disregarding the threat he was posing to your life
“If you have complaints for me, I’d rather have you say them to my face than bitch over text to your friend.”
His words were absolutely venomous, making you flinch for an instant
But before you could get a word in, his tail had whipped against the shelf behind him, making all the books collapse and the wood to splinter harshly
The sight itself would be enough to make any normal person soil their pants, but you had been around for all his temper tantrums
Suddenly, you noticed your D.D.D in his hand
And now YOU were the furious one
“You went through my phone? What the hell?”
He hissed. “Why? Are you upset that you can’t play your two-faced game anymore?”
You almost popped a vein at that. Yeah, he was rubbing off on you
“Satan, love, would you be so kind to scroll to the beginning of that chat?”
He diverted his blazing eyes to your screen again, his thumb harshly scrolling down your screen
“He’s a character in the new TV show I am watching, if you didn’t know.”
It was hilarious to watch his rage mode fizzle out like that
You had to clean up the mess he had made, of course
But not before you demanded an apology, which he gave with flushed cheeks and stammering words
You sighed and kissed both his cheeks afterwards
Please don’t hold it against this boi
1K notes · View notes
danger-noodle-uwu · 4 months ago
'This is my first' (ft f!Mc)
18+ content ahead.
No-minors allowed.
For a demon who is extremely touch-starved, he is rather patient and takes things slow to your liking.
It was almost shameful that he, the Avatar of pride wanted to please himself with a human much like you despite knowing that you were no minor-feat.
When you have responded to Asmo's joke in such odd manner, he was conflicted on asking you about the same matter.
Frustrated, the prideful demon went back to his room. Only to jerk off your name.
Wishing that the hand was yours, touching him and causing him to whimper. At the same time, he didn't want you to be uncomfortable especially not by him.
The next day, when the two of you were slow dancing to the rythm of the old record, long lost within your own world, he was wondering to what your response would be if he'd asked. Part of him Nervous while the other in desperate need of your touch.
" I've heard that somebody has been saving herself for me." He whispered in a low mocking tone. Blushing at the sudden comment, you look away.
"I don't know, it just seems weird to do it or more like- embarrassing." "Is that so?" "Well, yeah..." " well how about I prove you wrong." " huh?" "My dear, before we begin. I'd like to have your consent. Feel free to stop me as you wish." "Okay... but for what..?" "For this."
The shirt that once covered his toned body was now lying on the couch.
Bare chested, Lucifer smirks at you, smug as ever. He wanted you. So much.
" if you will, Strip"
You knew that he needed you but that bad? Anxiety had crept in your figure as you hesitated to take off your own clothing.
' Was it going to be painful? What if I can't please him? Oh I hope he doesn't ask me for a blow job? Ugh...' thoughts had already filled your mind to its brim.
First, your shirt and then pants, he intently watches as you slowly strip naked for him. It was painfully slow but he can manage.
Once your bodies free themselves from the clothing, he gently nudges you on the bed, wanting to claim you.
No-words came out of that pretty mouth of yours, he took that as 'yes'.
Licking at your folds, gently and passionately, he slowly murmured
"This will go all night long. So, do remember the name you will be screaming tonight, little bunny."
Though he is shy and tries not get too close to others, he did quite have sugar mommy(s) in the past.
The Avatar of greed did anything to satisfy himself with. Even followed down the dark path he'd been warned about.
However it was in the past, now he isn't all about gold or silver. It is about Mc, isn't it?
From the experience he had with people, he knew exactly what she might like.
He was wrong.
Mammon had thought of ways to get that smiley face twist into pleasured one. But that bubble had burst when you told him your opinion about the same subject, calling it somewhat embarrassing and mostly painful.
"Oi I know how ya' feel!" He understands. But he can't help the excitement of showing you how it truly feels.
And you both end up talking about how cringey that sex could be, weird things you've heard, etc.
That is when he mentions his first experience,
" That was so messed up! I didn't where'd my hand go? Or if I had to stay still? Like-"
He pauses mid-sentence realizing he really told you that while you just look down flushing pink.
Instead of shying out of the situation, he pulls your chin up for you to look him in the eyes which causes a burning sensation in your stomach.
You couldn't possibly be-- could you?! Ugh, you just can't back out now, can you? But to imagine of how he'd pleasure you. God...
Scummy trouble maker had noticed the way your legs had tightly shut themselves to prevent him from inhaling the scent of your seducing arousal. His patience runs thin and he pulls into a deep kiss.
Excitement fills the air within your lungs, though when you'd have thought you would feel embarrassment, you felt rather eager.
" I'll show ya' the whole deal! From touching ya' to fucking ya. But I'm telling you this before." He whispers lightly between the sweet kisses that were placed on your jawline.
" I don't plan on having mercy. So prepare yourself, baby!"
Shy as a flower, The Avatar of envy wasn't exactly keen on asking about. So, he kept dropping hints.
When he truly had enough to your oblivious nature, he asked you however through text and received a confusing reply.
He called you over to his room in order for you to explain what exactly could you mean.
Indigo-haired demon couldn't understand your words. Well, not entirely.
I mean--it could be embarrassing but like how would it be painful..?
He shared you his experience with seriousness. How it went smooth because his partner had known about him being rather unexperienced, how they guided him through it and he will do the same for you.
Though he didn't realize, Mc was already embarrassed by the talk and felt insecure but once noticed he reassures her.
"L-look normie don't worry I will guide you through, hmm? And like I won't let you feel any pain, trust me?"
His hand slowly intertwined with yours, he whispered to ask if you wanted to do it now.
Slight shame climbed it's way into sweet little Mc but faded as quick as it had came, he kissed you softly and gently trying not to frighten you.
Nodding, you tugged at your own shirt for him to take it off. 'Please Levi, I want it.'
Following your request, he came close and rested his forehead against yours.
"You are so beautiful and perfect. Don't doubt yourself, plus I don't mind teaching you. Slowly and steadily, my 3rd waifu~" he cooed out playfully as a shiver run down your spine. You responded with the same playfulness punching his chest.
"I love you forever and more because you're my normie, my true redemption..."
Touch-deprivation is something, he knew he suffered because of. The title, Avatar of wrath, always held people from approaching him for who he really was.
Despite having multiple crushes, Satan did not confess in fear of the toxicity he may have to bear with because even if the person doesn't love him, they wouldn't reject him either due to the weight his title carries.
Often he'd visit the fall in attempts to get drunk, to forget the pain. The suffering his own being causes him. In such visits, he would end up hooking up with strangers, imagining that it was his love interest(s).
Upon meeting you that changed, your friendship slowly freed him from those chains his own being trapped him. That is exactly why he wanted to share such intimate moments with you.
Just like he guessed, it was your first time. But it would be a lie, it was such turn on, it had him so excited. So, he came to you for discussing it.
"Satan, I am not sure..." " do elaborate." "I think it will be um- painful." "It is understandable, I can wait. However, I will be more than willing to guide you through."
He knows not to rush in such things. His patience can run out but he will control himself.
In the following night, courage had crept in you to finally tell him, you were ready. You were just too nervous to acknowledge what you wanted.
"Satan..." "ah, welcome Mc, tell me what bought you here?" "Satan, I am ready." You blurted out at him, who sat there speechless. And then smiled gently, saying you shouldn't rush due to his wants, but you told him, you were just anxious and that you wanted this too.
Red-tint over his cheeks didn't stop the blond from gripping your waist and throwing a compliments your way. It was your turn to blush.
His hands wandered underneath your shirt seeking permit to take off the lacy bra and started rubbing his thigh against your clothed sex unbothered.
While his movements felt rough, his words were divine. Each 'I love you' 'you are so good.' 'Love, you are beautiful as ever.' Meant the world to you.
"The more time I spend with you, the more I want to hold you tighter in my arms. No diamond in this world compares to your worth, and I wish to treasure you until the end of time. I love you, kitten..."
Known to be most experienced among his brothers, the jewel of heavens was cursed with such desire. He couldn't help the way he felt. It was a disgraceful wish or more.
Growing normal about this desire on the outside, he pitied himself on the inside. He knew how lust was and its dangers yet here he was so lost in it.
Love was a concept long forgotten by him, that is until you showed up in the council room.
The way your kindness shined in the darkness of hell itself, the way your smile made everyone's day and not to mention the way you made the Avatar of lust, himself fall for you.
He wanted to return the feelings you made him feel, through different means. A way he'd known like an old friend. He was quite helpless but it was all he thought he was capable of.
Intentionally he would make jokes on explicit themes, trying to get your opinion on them. In a similar event, you told him.
"Asmo, please don't laugh...but it would be my first time if we did it..." "Aaw darling~ don't be nervous, I understand. It's okay if you want, I can help you, oki? Plus, you've literally got yourself the Avatar of lust!" "Thank you." "I love you... see you later."
He kissed your forehead and left. Not disappointed. No instead he felt even more helpless. He really couldn't make you feel how he felt around you. The way his heart thumped on simply hearing your name.
It took a few days, for you to really decide for the activity still remained embarrassing to you though not painful. All thanks to him.
"Hey asmo, I wanna talk about something." "Go ahead dear, I am all-ears." "I think I am ready." He choked on his own saliva on hearing your words.
"Dear, when do you want to do it?" "How about now..?" "Oh... alright then. Come here baby."
He ushered you to sit while he took his shirt off and his pants leaving the boxers on. You eyes were frozen on his lean figure. He looked as seducing as he claimed to be.
"Ah... sweetie it's your turn." You instantly became anxious, he was the Demon of lust, he has been with people better than you so would he be satisfied with your human-ly self.
"Much more than satisfied." He whispered in your ear. 'When d-did he get s-so close?!' His hands slowly pulled the zipper making the dress that once adorned your perfect body fall to the floor.
His eyes were shining as if back in their element. (cuz they were. Lol) his head rested in valley the your chest before littering it with kisses.
"Angel, All I want to do is lay here in your arms and listen to your beautiful heart beat and leave this world for our own..."
As innocent as baby, Beelzebub is considered to be nonetheless he is not. He does know how things are. It is a choice that he doesn't mention about it .
He wanted to show that one part of him to his beloved. Because they would become his life, just like his brothers are yet different at the same time.
His experience is not the best as his partners as he bruised them most of the time no-matter how careful he's been.
His confrontation to you was very different than his brothers, his head laid in your lap. He lightly kissed your stomach and then your thigh causing your cheeks to heat up.
Shutting your legs as tight as you could, you tried to get up only to be stopped by him not wishing for you to go. He pouted at you with a pleading face which did the work as you stop pushing him.
"Don't go...please." " Ok fine!" You huffed in defeat. It was so embarrassing to have his head rested on your thigh as you became wetter.
Of course, The glutton could smell it, your thick dripping arousal but he couldn't let you go because he needed you too. There was only one thing stopping him, the thought of hurting you especially for his own pleasure which confused him so much.
"Hey cupcake..." "yes?" "um-- I know you're wet..." "E-eh, sorry..." "No-no, it's fine." "Well I'll get going now!!" "Hey easy.. do you want me to help?" "I don't think you know but like if we did that, it w-would be my first time..."
Covering your red face yet peeking through the fingers you wondered of how thrilling of an experience be. The sixth-born's toned body has often aroused you, left you with this hot sensation. Multiple times you masturbated to him without his knowledge.
"Oh." "I'll go now..." "I get how you feel. Nervous. Thinking it would be painful. I know it will hurt but only in the beginning. If don't want to do it, it is absolutely fine."
The way he refuses to lie to you is so sweet and heart warming that it makes your unease and nervousness fade away. So, you smile at him and mouth the words 'I want it'.
He gets off your lap and tells you sit on his, you follow. The messy-haired demons grips your hips tenderly grinding you against his hard length, sweet moans escaped your lips as he sped up.
You were so vulnerable right now and you weren't ashamed about it, he knew. A smile appeared on his face seeing you like that. You were so shy and cute and deserved the compliments of the world.
"Every day I wake up to a brand new day, I fall in love with you again. You mean the world to me, cupcake..."
Also, Touch-deprivated much like his once admired brother, the eldest. With no-intreset in Love, the seventh-born hadn't known the feeling since the death of his sister, Lilith.
Despite beelzebub's comfort, he still remained the same. The attic incident was another event that made him feel affection starved than ever. When the mighty fell, the mighty he always admired and locked him away for he'd objected Diavolo's request.
It was at your arrival, he ever had hope thinking this will be his breakthrough and it was but not as he expected.
It was his breakthrough but from the old life, from the misery, to new life where you would stand next to him along with his brothers.
Explicit jokes are more part of his personality rather than asmo's, so he'd often cracks them.
Of course, he cracked one today just like every other day while cuddling in the attic but didn't think Mc would actually take it seriously.
You told him that hearing about sex feels kind of cringey and embarrassing yet also painful.
"Though I haven't really had sex." " wait up-- you didn't." "Not yet." "Oh..."
Silence fills the room.Very awkward silence. You both were blushing messes. None could even look over at other until belphegor regained his composure.
"Umm- why did you tell me this? Out of nowhere?" "Your joke reminded me. That's all." "Hmm... I wonder-" "what do you?" "Of when can I become your first."
Lazily he embraced you while you nuzzled your face in his neck attempting to hide how flustered you were.
Suddenly, he pushed you on the bed. Refusing to break eye contact, he climbed on top of you not bothered by his hard length brushing against your inner thigh.
"Do you want this ?" The sloth seeked permission before he'd go any further. " I want it. I-- I want you." You allowed.
He slowly removed your pj's along with your panties and tossed them on the chair and then the iconic smirk danced across his face which soon turned to a smile when you moaned as his finger entered you.
He started to insert another and moved them in criss-cross manner causing you to moan louder as he chukles.
" I used to close my eyes and have a view of just darkness, but right now, whenever I close my eyes, I see the bright light which your love brings, my love-bug..."
Oof! Damn was that long. I take about five days to write these things usually but due to network error previous one got deleted. Hope you like it.
Request by @cure-shine
Good day everyone. :)
2K notes · View notes
devildomsgod · 2 months ago
Obey Me!: Love Letters
Tumblr media
What kind of love letters the demon brothers would give you.
Tumblr media
You find it on your desk.
Lucifer's letter is hidden in a black envelope, sealed by white wax.
You might think it's a letter sent by royalty, but the blood-red rose by its side reveals the meaning of the dispatch.
Inside, you find snow-white paper, delineated with black and smooth writing. It's easy to read but has its style, undeniably composed through a long night with much passion.
Lucifer didn't write much, one page holding everything he deemed fitting for a love letter. He thanks you a lot. For sticking with him despite his struggle to show emotion, for putting up with his brothers, and not basing his worth on their pranks, and he thanks you for being his light.
For getting him through rough nights of work, for respecting the walls, he put up even around you sometimes, for not shying away from loving him, even though he knows he makes it hard sometimes.
By the end of it, he asks you for a date, stating that he'd come by your room later that night and take you out. After all, he's much better at making you feel his love rather than articulating it in such a letter.
"... You understand me, even when I fail a smile or I love you. For that, I am thankful, mc. More than you might think...."
Love, Lucifer.
You find it in your locker.
Mammon's letter is wrapped in an unsealed golden envelope.
The paper is yellowed and lined, black writing covering three pages.
It's messy, seeming rushed like Mammon's thoughts were faster than his hand, and he feared forgetting if he didn't write fast enough.
A lot of words are crossed out and replaced by better, more poetic ones. There's also a small coffee stain on the edge of two pages. Another stain in the middle of one page might be a teardrop, but you can't be sure.
Everything smells strongly of Mammon's cologne. The one you told him you liked best a few months ago, which is also the only one he has used since then.
Mammon writes about all the things he never says. It's a lot.
He especially emphasizes your worth to him, how no money has ever made him feel like you, how he doesn't know what he would do if you disappeared, and how suddenly all the cash he earns is more valuable if he spends it for you.
Mammon also thanks you for loving him and for helping him with all his struggles. He can't stop thinking about the nights you spent mending his mind and body after Lucifer's scoldings.
He says you make him cry a lot. Mammon cries when stray thoughts lead him to the idea of your disappearance, he cries when he thinks of your generosity, and he cries when you're sleeping in his arms, knowing you feel safe with him.
"... Hopefully ya don't think less of me after reading this, but it's how I truly feel, mc! I think it's true love, and ya got me fallin' for it hopelessly. Forgive me for being such a fool, but ya don't mind as long as I'm your fool, right? Please stay with me forever..."
- Your Great Mammon
Leviathan's letter is taped to the inside of your door.
He chose a simple white envelope and sealed it with a blue Ruri-chan sticker.
Inside the envelope, you find two white papers, his words in blue ink. Without lines, his writing isn't fully straight and falls down to the right, but that doesn't steal the meaning from his words.
Besides the letter, there's half of an anime couples keychain. A romance anime, just recently released and you remember watching it with Leviathan, fanning over the plot and characters with him together. It's a lovely memory.
Levi's writing isn't experienced, the way he's using his words seeming unschooled and clumsy, but it makes what he's writing feel more meaningful, drenched in innocent expressions of how much he loves you.
The demon writes about the butterflies he has when you're close. He describes the dizzy feeling of love in a detailed and questioning way like he can't believe it's something normal. He says how much he hates the feeling he gets when you hold his hand, how vulnerable it makes him feel, and then he rambles about how he also can't get enough of it.
On the second page, he mentions the meaning you've given his life.
He writes about the empty feeling that these animes and video games couldn't fill, but suddenly they don't need to anymore. Suddenly, the empty feeling is replaced by excitement for you to come over later, by warmth radiating from you when your body gets close to his, and by happiness when you praise him, denying the things he keeps telling himself.
Leviathan also talks about his fears of losing you, though it only takes a small portion of his letter by the end.
"...and every day I'm scared you'll miss our gaming date because you found someone better, but you always come, with that same smile, that I can't get enough of. I know it will happen, though so until then please still love me unconditionally..."
Your Levia-chan <3
Satan put his letter in a book he recommended and gave to you.
It's wrapped in a green envelope and smells of his favorite tea.
Opening it, you pull out greenly tinted paper and a few dried herbs.
Rosemary, Stevia, and Basil, all herbs, as you later learn, with a symbolic connection to love and loyalty.
Satan wrote one page in black ink. His letters are neat, the consideration he put into each word shining through it all.
The words are poetic, carrying the story he tells in the most beautiful way you could have imagined.
Satan writes about his experience with love. The experience you're granting him.
He compares it to the romance novels he keeps reading, though it no longer compares to his own idea of love. He came to the conclusion that none of these authors must have experienced it correctly because whatever he reads, it never reaches the affection shared between you and him.
He asks if you'd be willing to be his muse for his own book one day. Satan writes you inspire him in a way nothing else ever has, and he finds it painful to waste that passion.
"... I read many stories about feelings between demons and humans. None of them come close to what we have, mc. I'm under your spell so please let me use that spell to tell the world what true love feels like...."
Yours deeply and truly, Satan
Asmodeus leaves his letter on your bed, surrounded by rose petals.
The envelope has a pretty pink tone, your name written in glitter on it.
As you open it and pull the pastel pink paper out, even more petals fall to the ground, Asmodeus' perfume melting off of them to stick to your room like it belongs.
Asmo wrote his letter in deep purple, his handwriting fancier than usual, the prettiest swirls decorating every letter. If you didn't know his style already, it'd be hard to read.
The demon begins the letter with a wave of compliments, focusing on every aspect he was able to think of.
He praises your character, writing that he finds your modesty and self-confidence admirable, admitting that he was never able to find a good balance between those himself.
He writes about your style, how it perfectly compliments and also contrasts with him, making you the missing piece of his accessories he could never seem to find before.
Lastly, he writes that your talents are some of his favorites and even he, Asmodeus Avatar Of Lust envies them sometimes.
Then, he moves on to writing about destiny. Your destiny specifically. Asmo writes that you're meant to be with him and that you're something so dearly special despite the many partners he had, he can't imagine losing you again.
You have to stay with him, mc as there is no one who could match his pace, his elegance, and his temper like you. After you, there will be no one and nothing for him, ever again.
"... and between all my past lovers, I can't find someone as special as you, mc! It's a tragedy in itself! How am I supposed to go on when you leave? So let me ask of you, please don't ever leave me. You can't..."
XOXO Asmodeus ♡
Beel's letter is on the plate of self-cooked food he brought you one evening.
The envelope is printed with orange flowers, lace decorating the edges of it. Almost like a very fancy tablecloth.
Beelzebub wrote two pages, the paper as fancy as the envelope with pretty swirls along its edges and the demon's writing is black, thick, and clear to read.
On and in the envelope you find a few crumbs of food, but the sweet odor they bring isn't something to be annoyed by.
Beelzebub's writing is direct and clear.
On the first page, Beelzebub writes about what you mean to him. How you're what's filling the hunger he can't still with food. He thanks you for the moments spent together, in which his thoughts are allowed to be freed from the restricting hunger for more.
He also thanks you for not judging him. For never getting mad when the growling of his stomach startles you or when he says "I'm hungry" instead of "I love you". He feels like you understand him, a feeling not too common amongst demons anymore.
On his second page, Beel tells you he wants you to experience the wonders of food as he does. He promises to cook for you as much as you'd like and even when his favorite dishes melt your human stomach, he'll find an alternative recipe that'll taste just as good.
Beel wants you to taste the sweetness of your laugh, the heartiness of your desire, and the tenderness of your embrace. He wants you to taste what he feels.
"... even if I yearn with my stomach sometimes, your love reaches me as strong as always. I will return that love, mc..."
Hugs from your Beelzebub.
You find Belphegor's letter in his hand after he fell asleep on your bed.
The envelope has a dark purple color and smells strongly of lavender, caused by the dried plant inside of it.
Besides the lavender, there's black paper, covered in purple ink. Three pages of it. It's soothing to read, the dark combination lulling you into a comfortable headspace while reading.
Besides the neat writing, there are small doodles of sheep and cows by the edge of the letter.
The content of Belphegor's writing is as dark as the paper. He writes about the things he's too scared to say to your face.
Belphie begins with a question. He asks why you're with him.
After killing you, holding your neck tight until the life faded from your human body, he wouldn't expect you to come back to him, but here you were, letting him sleep in your bed while reading a love letter written by your killer.
He blames himself and he blames you, calling you reckless for getting close to him, though all the criticism is immediately soothed by multiple paragraphs of pure thank yous.
Thank you for forgiving him. Thank you for healing his hurt soul. Thank you for giving him a home. Thank you for giving him a reason to sleep less than he used to. Thank you for giving him life.
After the excessive display of his gratitude, Belphegor moves on to recalling memories. He writes about your first date, your first time napping with him, your first time saying you forgive him, and many more.
He mentions how he shed tears over every one of those memories, how he felt recalling them now, and how happy he is, knowing more memories will be added to this collection.
His letter ends with a final 'sorry', its purpose undefined. Maybe a sorry for his past actions, maybe a sorry for his inability to express all of this to your face, maybe a sorry for making you read three pages of his rambling. You don't know, and asking him about it seems indecent. You shall take the sorry for whatever you'd like to be apologized for.
"... and though I hurt you, you let me keep you in my arms when I sleep. The trust you have in me scares me, but as long as it does not terrify you, I shall tolerate it..."
Yours truly, Belphegor
Read the side characters here
881 notes · View notes
otomae-game-lover · 12 days ago
Breakup Headcanons: Brothers Edition
I've been listening to sad songs so now I want to write sad things. These are just short headcanons on who broke up with who and why you two broke up.
Warnings: Stealing(Mammon), Insecurity and self-Depreciation(Leviathan), Physical Violence(Satan), Almost Cheating(Asmodeus) and chapter 16 spoilers(Twins). Not proofread.
Genre: Angst. Just Angst.
Tumblr media
-Who broke up with who?: You did.
He was always busy, and though you understood that, you had grown tired. You grew tired of him blowing off dates. You grew tired of how cold the bed felt when you went to sleep alone. You grew tired of how he could never seem to find the time for you.
But your birthday was coming up so he surely would have time for you then.
But when the day came and ended, no date or even birthday wishes from Lucifer, that's when you realized where you stood in his life.
-Who broke up with who?: You did.
You knew the brothers had a hard time controlling their sins, but sometimes it's like Mammon never even tried. He stole from his brothers and from you too. Each time you caught him stealing from you, he'd apologize and promise to never do it again.
You always ended up forgiving him up until you caught him taking a treasured bracelet of yours.
And once you recounted how many times it been, you decided it was five times too many.
-Who broke up with who?: He did.
You loved him, you really did. But no matter what, he never seemed to believe you. He'd constantly question why you'd want to be with a "disgusting otaku" when you could easily be with someone like Satan or Beel.
And one day when his insecurities got the better of him, he decided it was best to let you go for good.
By the time he realized what he had done, he was filled with regret. Yet he can't bring himself to actually reach out to you.
After all, why would you want to be with someone who can't even accept your love?
-Who broke up with who?: Mutual decision.
Satan had amazing control over his anger, but that didn't mean he couldn't snap from time to time. That's why he tries his best not to let arguments with you escalate, but sometimes they do. You were both stubborn, one thing led to another, and he had his hand around your throat.
If Mammon hadn't heard the commotion and come save you then you would have been dead by his own hands, a fact that keeps him up at night.
He couldn't risk something like this happening again, so he decided to end the relationship. You agreed, Mammon close by, because you couldn't stand to be alone with Satan anymore.
-Who broke up with who?: He did.
As much as the Avatar of Lust loved you, he was still that. The Avatar of Lust, who couldn't control his wandering eye when he spots someone cute.
Lately he started thinking of others, wanting others more. And when he felt that simple flirting would escalate that's when he knew he needed to end things with you.
You were devastated, heartbroken, but relieved. At least he ended things with you before doing anything drastic.
-Who broke up with who?: Mutual decision.
He loved you, you were someone important to him. However his twin is just as, if not more important. You were understandably nervous around Belphegor even though you forgave him.
Beel would notice the way you tense up when his twin was around, flinch when his twin got closer to you, and how you'd relax when he left.
The whole thing saddened him because he hated seeing how scared you were. However he couldn't just cut Belphie out of his life.
You knew and understood this, so you decided to end the relationship. It was no surprise that he agreed.
-Who broke up with who?: He did.
Of course he loves you. How couldn't he love you after all you've done for him? But he knows he manipulated you, knows he killed you, and for some odd reason you forgave him.
But forgiveness could only get so far when the nightmares you had of the incident would wake you up in the middle of the night, leaving you crying and afraid of your own boyfriend.
It had to be done as the guilt was eating him alive. You wouldn't do it though because you claimed to love and forgive him.
Which is why he had to do it. Even if you've forgiven him, he still never forgave himself.
Tumblr media
464 notes · View notes
yourfellowlilhuman · 14 days ago
Someone requested to see the brothers suffering and them reacting to your death after they killed you, so my first idea was them visiting your grave after you died. Based on this post.
"The Brothers and The Side Characters visiting your grave after you died due to the brothers"
Summary: it's pretty obvious from the tittle of this post but yeah their reaction when the visit your grave
Words count:
Warnings: Angst w/o comfort, death, abuse, violence, some swearing, mentions of funeral and grave, lesson 16 spoilers for the brothers' part
Pairings: Dead GN!MC × Obey Me characters
A/N: This was supposed to be finished yesterday but it only come out today cause I got a bit of writer block. And the writing style might change A LOT when you read this because of that, there is a lot of grammatical errors too. A few character are rushed and ooc too.
Tag list: [@wawadraws12 & @destinyges]
The prince visits you quite a lot. And often drag Barbatos here too.
Brings you your favourite flower.
He regretted no being able to realise how the brothers started treating you after they replaced you.
He remembers how you used to come over to the castle just to have tea time with him and Barbatos. Just having you to accompany him feels good. But now you are gone, and he felt empty.
He fills in the emptiness by working more and more. Sometimes by asking Barbatos to look into your future to see you in your another life.
He sometimes wishes to bring you back, but that is against his rules after all. The rules about how life and death is fated, and shouldn't be changed because of ones selfish desire.
He doesn't trust the brothers that much now, but he know you wanted him to move on from it and give them forgiveness. And that's what he is trying to do right now.
He will be waiting for you, no matter how long it take. And he swears to protect you in you next life.
Usually come with Diavolo, so he come here a lot too.
Brings you your favourite flowers. Sometimes he might even brings the dessert that you love before you died.
He wanted to go back in time to protect you, making sure that you are safe but it was against the rule.
He remembers how you used to have tea time in the demon castle with both him and Diavolo. The way you smile when you ate the dessert he made was one of the thing he can't get his mind out off.
Tried to work himself more to forget about your death. But it often ended up with him missing you too much so he look back the past to see your face, your smile and even the tiniest thing you ever did.
He always look into the future to see how you will be like in your another life, how similar you are to your past life and stuff.
But for now, he will be patiently waiting for the time to come. The time where you will be reunited together again.
I had made a whole fanfic for Solomon about this but I am just going to shorten it here
He doesn't visit much, but when he does he brings you your favourite stuff like flowers and snacks.
He is immortal. Dealing with your death will be a quite easy task for him. Always found himself in the place you two often go to when he missed you.
Spending his day near your grave when he miss you. Sometimes it is a place he will be when he had a bad day.
Trying to do the things that you like while waiting for your reincarnation.
He knows that this will happen for many lifes as he is immortal. He will get used to it soon.
Brings your favourite flowers to visit.
I barely have any ides for this guy so he is ooc a bit
Often comes here alone, but sometimes Luke is there to drag him there together.
He missed the time you would tease Luke with and and studying with him.
Tease Luke more to help him to be happy after you died. It's always a way he used to cope too.
No matter if you become a human, angel, or even demon in your next life, he will be waiting for you. And no matter how long it takes too.
Often drag Simeon and Solomon here to visit you.
Always comes with the new receipts he had learn from Barbatos.
He regrets not being stubborn enough and begged you to stay in the Purgatory Hall with them.
Spends more time with Simeon and Solomon, sometimes even with Barbatos to somehow forget about your death.
Will be waiting for you to return, no matter what you are or where you are.
Doesn't visit you much because he had too much guilt from killing you. But sometimes he was dragged here by the other brothers.
Brings you your favourite flower.
He hated himself for losing control that day, just that one day and now his lover one is gone.
Lilith was gone and now you. But the only difference is that you were killed by his own hands.
Overworking himself to the blink of death just to forget what he done to you.
He missed the way you used to interrupt him working by charging into his office. You used to bring him meals that he always missed too.
He also stop punishing Mammon for simple stuff he did.
If only he didn't treat you like some dust that is to be brushes away after Iris came.
He remembers how you med his family together when he can't.
He really wants to rewind the back to when you were still alive and start treating you how you deserve to be.
But for now, he wishes some space to calm down from what happened. It will always be a part of a memory he will never forget.
Always come here when the brothers pick on him (meaning he comes here often cause he is always picked on by his brothers)
Brings you your favourite stuff
He regretted not being able to help you. He is your first man, why couldn't he protect and defend you from Lucifer?
He remembers how you two used to run away from punishment given by Lucifer together, which was often ended up in you two getting more punishment.
He also remembers how he pushed you aside after Iris came. He used to brag about how he is your first man yet he still replaced you so easily.
He stopped wasting money on useless stuff and started saving it, just like how you always wanted him too before you died.
Often stay in his room to count his money that he saved, he wishes that you are here with him. Making random jokes and laughing for no reason even if the joke wasn't funny.
But now you are gone. As the Avatar of Greed, he wanted to be your first man in your another life. But for now, all he wished was being able to meet you again and start treating you like before, before Iris came.
Doesn't come often because he just always lock himself more in his room after your death
Regrets from not being able to save you in the danger you was in before you died
As the Avatar of Envy, he understands the pain of getting replaced. But he never knew that he had replaced you with Iris, and only to realize it after you died.
Thinking about how you must had felt when he replaced you so easily. He remembers how he brushed off your plans with him just to spend time with Iris. He is even disgusted by his own behaviour.
Lock himself in his room more, and not even wanting to get out of it for meals. The other brothers were the one to deliver his meal by knocking down his door as they know that he wouldn't even willing get out of his desk.
Finds your old gaming saving and help you to complete it although most of it was replaced by Iris' and that's when he found out how hard he had been replacing you with her.
He swears if you would ever meet in your another life, he would treat you how you were supposed to be, and promised to never replace you again.
But for now, he will accompany himself with the oc you created when you played a game with him and patiently waiting for you.
Doesn't visit you much.
Brings flowers, snacks and cats you were close with before you died (sorry for those who hates/don't like cats)
Angry at his brothers especially Lucifer but he is also angry at himself too.
Why couldn't him protect you? Why he left you there screaming and trembling in pain?
Often goes to the place where you two go to see stray cats when you were both bored.
Sometimes even read your favourite collections of books too. Start spending more time in his room with his books and cats trying to cope with your death.
Wishes you were here to read books to him and huddle close just like before you died
Will be patiently waiting for your reincarnation and to meet you again and treat you like how you wanted to be.
He visits at random times. Sometimes because of he missed you, sometimes it's just for bragging about his day even if there are no response from you. But he doesn't care about it.
He missed the days that you are the one who understands and listen to his bragging no matter how boring and how ridiculous they are.
He also missed the way you used to drag him out of his bath cause he always take so long.
He had never realized how much he had been replacing and ignoring you after Iris came. He almost doesn't remembers the good old days of bragging you to do his self-care routine with him and how you always refused but still ended doing it anyways.
Doesn't really cope with your death. Sometimes even thinks you are still here will him until he realized that there is no one to drag to parties other than his brothers, no one to brag with about his daily stuff.
He sometimes have sleepless nights just thinking about you. He wished he never treated you like that after Iris came into his life.
In your next life, he wishes he would meet you again, so he can repay you for all those things you had done to him and treat you hoe you are supposed to be.
He visits you often (with Bephie).
When he visits every time, he will brings your favourite food. He didn't even dared eat it no matter how hungry he was because he knows it was for you.
Beel already lost Lilith, and now? You. A human that he adores with all his heart.
Beel did try to defend you but quickly stopped because of a few snarls from Lucifer.
He missed everything about you, your smile, your company, your voice and just you. He missed all of it.
He eats more/lesser after your death.
He sometimes just spend his day eating. He never noticed how time pass by when he does that, so he is eating more just to forget about your death.
So, that's why he is eating more. Just to ignore how time pass by and wait for you to return, he will be the sweetest man ever and treat you how you are deserved to be.
Similar with Beel, he visits you a lot.
He missed you a lot. Even when he is taking a nap, he will be dreaming of you.
Regrets that he wasn't able to defend you. He already lost his sister, and now you.
Before Iris came, he remembers how you two used to cuddle up with eachother and it was like the whole world didn't exist that time, just him and you.
Now that you are gone, a part of his life is feeling very empty. Not even taking naps can fullfil it at this point.
Remembering how his hands were tightly wrapped around your neck as he choked you and threw you over the railing ended a sickening sound gives him nightmares.
He stills remember the sound you let out with every times how the whip landed on your body, How your body was shaking due to it.
He still questions himself why didn't he defended you that time? Why didn't he protect you that time?
He is always found sleep near your grave by Beel who always come here with him.
Bephie hates to be waken up when he sleeps near your grave. He tends to dream about you living a happy life with him. It's as if you are not gone and still living here with him and Beel.
He copes with your death by sleeping 24/7, dreaming about you.
It was not like you would come back magically, but he was happy to see you in his dream. Living a happily ever after with them.
But you are gone. Maybe in another life, when you come back, he would start falling in love with you again and start to treat you better than how you were treated this life.
506 notes · View notes
yukieyy · a month ago
{ Obey me x fem Mc}
{Replaced Mc Au}
TW: small mentions of blood, act of self-harming(just a little).
Genre: Fluff, angst
Part 6
Part 5 → ♡
{A/n: Hello lovelies, no one's perfect remember that okay? Mistakes help you grow! Love y'all ✨💕(also I love how y'all didn't even bother spelling Ayla name correctly 😭)}
{hands down the dry-est chapter I've written, I apologize in advance if it sucks but this is necessary for the storyline, so bear with me i hate this chapter so much idk why lmao ಥ_ಥ}
Song : \(^o^)/
You twitched a little before your eyes crack open. You found yourself laying on a very soft bed, and way too huge for you alone. You groaned, feeling the soreness in your body and especially your feet.
"Mc? Mc! Oh my, you're awake, finally," you hear a voice exclaimed
You turned your head a little and saw Diavolo on your side. Opening your mouth to talk, you coughed harshly. Diavolo immediately grabbed you and sits you up. He patted your back a few times until you calmed down
Barbatos stepped into the room with some food and drinks on a tray. He set them down on the nightstand and went to the opposite side of the bed,across from Diavolo.
You finally calmed down, taking shallow breaths you closed your eyes, trying to silence the ringing in your ears.
"How are you feeling?" Barbatos asked as Diavolo poured some water into a glass.
"like shit." You breathe out raspily. Noticing that you can speak, your eyes widen and you looked at Barbatos in panic. Barbatos smiled.
"Young Master's personal doctor has examined and treated you while you were asleep, we apologize for doing so without consent but you were bleeding out, " Barbatos explained. You nodded,
"It's fine." You thanked Diavolo when he handed you the glass. Finishing everything in one gulp, Barbatos took the glass away and you finally looked at Diavolo in the eye.
He just stared at you so you stared back. Both of you were clueless on how to start asking questions.
Diavolo sighed. "Who did this to you?"
You give him the ' are-you-kidding-me' look to him, blinking a couple times you sighed.
"take a wild guess,"
Diavolo looked at Barbatos.
"the lower-level demons?" Diavolo answered.
"oh come on. " You replied in disbelief, "where does lower-level demons find themselves a burning whip?"
Diavolo chuckled dryly, " Yeah, I mean, I don't really wanna admit it." He paused.
"Why- why did he do this?" Diavolo asked.
"it's not just 'him' it's 'them' and apparently I was being a bitch to their new Princess" You explained and looked down on your fingers.
Diavolo arched his eyebrow, "New Princess? Ayla?"
You nodded slowly.
"How long has this been going on?" He asked.
"Since she arrived. It was only verbal before and I swore it was just me being paranoid at first but yeah, guess my intuition was right," You said.
Diavolo sighed and patted your head, not even bothering to ask why haven't you informed him, knowing that you probably don't want the brothers getting into trouble. His heart broke a little knowing that he was your last place you could ever run to.
"we'll talk about this more later. You need to wash up and change, make yourself comfortable and you can stay here until we find a solution." Diavolo said, getting up.
"Diavolo, wait. If Beel ever texted you asking about me please do tell him I'm here." You said hurriedly.
Diavolo nodded, "I'm guessing he wasn't involved in this?"
You shook your head no "He was the one that always patches me up after."
Diavolo nodded again and left the room.
Barbatos handed you the small plate, "I know you can't handle full meal yet, so please finish this and take your medication later. I will leave some clothes in the bathroom, your foot should be fine, but unless it's not, please do call me with this," Barbatos told you in one breath and handing you a new D.D.D.
You blinked, impressed. "Holy shit, you're good at this. Please be informal with me, I'm awkward at formal things like this. You're amazing Barbatos,"
Barbatos laughed a little, "I am a Royal Butler afterall, my queen." He winked and left the room.
Your mouth was agaped watching him walk out. You laughed a little. You looked down and saw that it was just a small sandwich. Beel's face suddenly appeared in your mind.
You carefully picked it up. Inhaling deeply, you took a small bite. Your eyes watered when you actually started chewing and swallowed it.
'I did it'
You took another bite, and another,and before you know it, you finished it. Setting the plate aside, you were about to attempt standing up when loud knocks startled you.
"Mc? Beelzebub said he was on his way. And he didn't tell anyone nor did he get caught. He wanted me to tell you exactly." Barbatos spoke from outside .
"okay!" You chuckled, that's so like him. Making sure people got his message exactly like how he said them.
You dragged yourself to the bathroom and took a long, warm shower. Hissing when the water hits the burn marks from the whip. You close your eyes, letting the water drowned you.
'now be good for once and get out of my sight'
'not that you ever look not terrible'
'you're being a bitch'
You punched the wall. Over and over. Without knowing it you were screaming trying to silence the thoughts in your head. You stared at your bruised and bleeding fists.
"what a nice color". You smiled and stepped out of the shower. Putting on the dress Barbatos left you, you stepped back into the room.
There stood Diavolo, "satisfied?" He asked with a smile, indicating that he indeed heard you scream your lungs out despite just being able to speak again.
You smiled and shrugged "Not quite"
He chuckled and walked towards you, grabbing your hands.
"Please stop ruining yourself for their sake. You're better than that. Come, Beel and the others are waiting," He said and left a kiss on both your hand.
"Solomon, Simeon and Luke, oh and Luke is still freaked out so please do give him a hug. " He laughed.
You grabbed his arm and walked downstairs slowly. Once you arrived at the small room. Beel rushed up to you and hugged you.
"ow, Beel, softer. " You said, patting his back.
"oh sorry," he mumbled before pulling away. He scanned your body, from head to toe and hugged you again.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. Again." He whispered and you felt something warm drip onto your neck. You immediately broke the hug and cup his cheeks,
"no no no, Beel, this is inevitable whether you were there or not, we both know that, don't apologize," You peck his cheek, he nodded and wiped his tears away.
Both of you walked to the seat and sat down.
Solomon slapped your shoulder immediately after you sat down, he got scolded by Simeon after that though.
"what the heck was that for?" You asked, rubbing the spot he slapped .
"you could've run to me, you could've told me, but no you fucking stay in that place! And the last text you sent me was all gibberish," He exclaimed showing his phone.
You thanked Barbatos for the tea he poured for you and turned to Solomon,
"Well sorry I was busy getting whipped, I didn't know you could text while getting beaten up?" You replied and took a sup of your tea.
Luke got up from his seat and stood in front of you.
"are you okay now?" He asked while looking at you.
You pulled him into a hug, "not entirely but I'm okay Luke. Don't worry, I'm stronger than you think,"
He pulled away and frowned when he saw your hands, he lifted them up and run his small fingers on your knuckles.
"oh I did this just now in the bathroom" you said casually, earning another slap from Solomon.
"Stop slapping me! It hurts!" You screamed and slapped his shoulder back.He just glared at you.
Diavolo laughed while watching the scene unfolds.
" Now Mc, Can we get into detail on what actually have been happening in the House?"
You sighed, before you even talked, Barbatos crouched in front of you all of the sudden.
"uhh hi?" You said looking at him that was examining your hand.
"I'm applying medication Mc, don't mind me," He said with a smile.
You turned to Diavolo, "Can I have him?," You pointed at Barbatos.
"That's my butler Mc," Diavolo said while laughing.
"oh yeah? Well he's about to be my husband," you said and thanked Barbatos,
"Anyways so, I don't know when it started, probably around when she started cooking in the house, Long story short, everything I can do, She can do better. And it satisfied the brothers, way more than I could. So I started distancing myself. Y'know, jealousy and all that." You rolled your eyes.
But they took it as a chance to suddenly got verbally abusive, " You explained as the others listened attentively.
"they even made Mc stop eating and sleeping. Lucifer forced her to study so she could at least reach Ayla's level and Asmo kept telling her she should lose weight. Which I think was very bad of them for doing so. Mc was not comfortable anymore in the house, she did things so secretly," Beel continued with a pout. You cooed and pinched his cheeks and immediately apologizes.
You continued to tell Diavolo about how Lucifer locked you in a classroom and forgot about it, and up to the recent incident.
Diavolo sighed once you finished. Luke was crying, yet again and Barbatos was very surprised, really, he had his mouth hangs open. Simeon just sips his tea in disbelief.
Solomon raised his hand to slap you again but you grab it and twist it, "I dare you",
he apologized and you let go. Beel was holding your hand all the time. You squeezed his hand a little harder.
"did...did Belphie do the same to you Mc?" Beel suddenly asked.
You looked at him sadly, not daring to say anything,you just nodded.
Beel looked down in regret, ashamed that he never made an effort to stop them.
"I never knew they were this extreme " Simeon finally broke the silence. "I mean, I could see they were getting distant but I never knew this was what they were doing,"
You shrugged," Well,no one know what happens once the curtain falls."
Beel looked at you innocently, eyes practically asking what you meant, you chuckled and said,"it's a metaphor," he nodded at you. You smiled
"Are you.. gonna do something to them?" You asked Diavolo.
"Well, they did broke a rule I set for this program. Never hurt the students or let anyone hurt them. But Mc, I'm leaving the decision to you, do you want me to do something?" He asked with a knowing smile.
You Laughed a little devilishly, "If you do something, may I take part in it?" You arched your eyebrow.
Solomon gulps, he knew there was no stopping you, this wasn't you a year ago. This was the broken one. He was actually scared of what was going to happen.
"Absolutely, this is not my fight, but I would love to assist." Diavolo smiled.
"Amazing," You nodded at him.
Beel looked at you, "are you gonna... Kill them?"
You turned to him, "No! As angry as I am, I will not be killing any of your brother, but I do wanna...hurt them... But if they were weak and dies, it's not my fault now is it?" You smiled at him, immediately regretting it when his face paled.
"Beel the last part is a joke, come on now, I'm sorry" you apologized. Beel released a breath of relief.
"so..when is this taking place?" Solomon asked.
You smiled, "easy. The Birthday party next week, They are excited to celebrate the princess, Mammon even took my money to buy...her..a...dress," you trailed off, remembering how he borrowed from you.
Diavolo nodded, "Your birthday is the same as her right?"
"Unfortunately," you shrugged, biting into a pastry.
Barbatos looked at you, "Have you got an attire, Mc?"
You stopped chewing and stared at him in surprise.
"No actually, I don't."
He smiled, "well then, I'll get it done for you."
Diavolo nodded, "what colour do you want it to be Mc? We can make it as beautiful as you want, any style, any accessories?"
You thought for a while before you lips creeped into a smirk.
"What color does red looks good on Barbatos?" You said, tilting your head.
"White it is then," Barbatos replied with a knowing smile.
The others looked at each other, scared of the person in front of them. She was a human but the smile spoke differently, the eyes That were once filled with love and care was now filled with burning anger and devastation.
'Oh it's gonna be so fun.'
To Be Continued
{Taglist : @whiterabbit14 @nincomplexity @iateaglowstick @neptune-cinths @kiyokoshii @feed-my-downfall @stressed-cryptid @deadmansdoctor @trappola-caramel-yua @jiminslajibolala @sinnoman @mammons-wife @beautiful-dirty-poor @wwwurmomcom123 @d-ominoo @gayassfuckinghomosexual @roxu-radio @lucifersangel1992 @solomonsdarling @alphabetgirl9000 @just-tryna-vibe-my-boi @otomae-game-lover @lxlxpt1 @moonreaper25 @arinlove @sucker-for-angst-and-fluff @sstefia @rosawolf1
@lucigirl-katie @ninefuckingoneone @ghostlyd3mon @sunsetmurders @littleagxs @jellymoonbear @inuyashi178 @scfftyy @a-lonely-passerby @somanyfandompuns @sleepychinchilla @silvmar4884 @mcthetherapist @destinyges @mollyjeepers @foxlady99 @horrorphic @i-got-you-darling @moontofuu @reveltica @differentweaseleggsparty @atpuggo @books-and-catears @aaronny @d4ndyl1qu0r @ithinkimdekubutreallyimdenki @dearsweetdead @pen-ink-therapy @lowkey-im-such-an-idiot @ruler-of-3realms @hanafubukki }
( still can't tag some people, I'm sorry .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.)
920 notes · View notes
simplyxkashi · a month ago
#how it feels to be replaced 002
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
—character(s), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos.
—genre, angst.
—cw/tw, insecurity, mentions of weight loss, symptoms of bulimia, inner voices, mention of disease, mean voices.
—notes, i am not romanticizing, encouraging nor glorifying bulimia or any type of ed. this is simply written for fanfiction, while raising awareness and educating on such topics that do not get talked about often.
please do not plagiarize, copy, translate or repost on any platform/website without my consent. the headers used are mine and should not be used by anyone.
also, please do not harm your body just to get skinnier or make your weight be reduced in an unhealthy way, health comes first, and it's your body, you can choose what you eat and how you look. ignore the people who says otherwise.
how it feels to be replaced 001<
how it feels to be replaced 003<
You started distancing yourself from everyone, focusing on your weight and education, at the same time ignoring your genetic illness and mental stability.
Questions started to surface as you look at Ella and the brothers from the side lines, insecurity blinding you.
Am I wanted?
Am I good enough?
Am I skinny enough?
Am I smart enough?
Am I pretty enough?
Am I funny enough?
Am I good enough?
Am I enough?
These questions lingers inside your mind for days, turning into weeks and months.
You used to be such a cheerful person, filled with energy and being able to light up a whole room with a single warm smile. Well, you used to.
Now those labels are for Ella, the blue-haired female (which was obviously dyed) with blue contacts. Her whole theme was blue, and god, you had never counted about how many times you just wanted to dip her in blue paint so she could become entirely blue for the rest of her life.
You drunk your 6th cup of coffee, which was undenibly unhealthy and rubbed your eyes, vision becoming blurry as sleepiness started to consume you. Sure, caffeine can boost the metabolic rate and increase fat burning, but after a while you became tolerant to the effects and it stopped working.
You usually have a cup of black coffee with a mix of lemon juice in the morning, and two during the day and three during night.
Your belly fat reduced, and slowly, your weight also drops.
Beelzebub had began to grow more concerned when he noticed that you never really came down to eat, even during breakfast. He had always saved your meal, but you never came out of your room.
When he brings your meals to your room, he would often find you infront of your computer, hair in a messy bun, books scattered across the room, some opened, some closed, while some were torn.
He also noticed that your skin had became rough and scaly, nails turned brittle, neck calluses on your knuckles and how red your eyes were.
Demons were not wise about human illnesses, while some researched and showed interest, some never bothered to acknowledge them. Beel was worried for you and your health— so, he asked Satan.
"I'm not sure what those mean, Beel. I'll search for it later,"
Well, that wasn't very helpful.
He walked back to your room to see you asleep on your desk, computer still open as a trail of saliva escapes your mouth, indicating on how tired you were. Beelzebub, being the gentleman he is, carefully picked you up and put you on your bed, gently tucking you to sleep.
You woke up at around 3 am, and noticed that you had a miss a whole day, sleeping, when you could've studied and work out. You wanted to rip your hair out in frustration as you kept gritting your teeth over and over again.
"Beel, go call Mc. We're having dinner,"
"Okay." He mumbled, agreeing to Lucifer's request and he made his way to your room. Beel knocked on your door and waited for a few minutes before growing concerned. "Mc?"
Why is Beel here?
Go away.
Don't... you can't see me like this.
Stay away, Beel.
I can't.
You can't see me like this.
You're mind started going south as you panicked and limped to the bathroom that was provided. Staring into the mirror, was not the same person that was staring back.
The insecurities grew and the demons inside you started to grow more and more out of control, but yet you still kept fighting the urge to #### ###### and #### ########.
You shook your head and washed your face, lifting the corners of your mouth up with the two of your index fingers. You stared at the mirror for a couple of minutes and opened the bathroom door to see... Beel?!
"Beel?! Archons, you scared me."
"I'm sorry, Mc."
You forgave him, and he asked for you to join dinner, yet you refused. You can't eat. You'll gain more weight. You're not eating dinner. Skip dinner. Skip. Skip. Skip. Skip. Skip. Ski—
"I'd like that."
What are you doing?!
You can't eat!
Shut up and listen!
You'll be fatter!
No, don't!
Ignoring the voices, you slightly smiled at Beel and made your way towards the dining room, where you can see all the brothers, including the bitc- Ella.
Your ability to walk was slowly dissappearing each day, and your legs will eventually be paralyzed, whether you like it or not. It's not deniable and it is not curable, you're legs won't be working anymore in the future and you'd have to learn to accept that.
You walked in using a mobility aid, Beel assisting you so that you won't fall.
"You look horrible. What is that for?" Lucifer asked, standing up from his seat and making his way towards you. You paused and spoke slowly, "...I need them... for..." Lucifer raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms, hissing. "For what, exactly?"
"Lucifer, stop it."
"Shut it, Beel."
You lowered your head and moved your gaze to the floor, legs shaking as your vision got worse, indicating that you would be experiencing another symptom.
Silence. The room was filled with silence.
Tears clouded your vision at the mere mention of your illness, because you knew about how you'd end up when you first got diagnosed with a rare inherited disease.
"I...just need them, Lucifer. Please don't... make me remember things that I don't want to." You mumbled, squeezing Beel's hand tighter in discomfort. Beel immediately took note and looked at you, eyebrows furrowed in concern as he whispers, "Are you okay?".
You nodded, asking Beel to take you to your seat with poor pronounciation of words, leaving Beel a bit confused but he understood a few seconds later. Lucifer sighs and furrows his eyebrows, to show how upset he really was.
Before dinner began, Lucifer started, "Lord Diavolo has something to announce. We will have dinner with him, celebrating the new arrival of an exchange student. Apparently, he chose the new exchange student without telling me."
"Ha?! Another exchange student? Is he another human?" Mammon gasped, his eyes wide with shock as he almost fell of his chair. "Oh my, what gender is the student?" Asmo spoke, putting his palm againts his cheek, intrigued.
"Another normie. No one special,"
"Well, that certainly is a surprise. How come we were never informed of a new residence inside the House of Lamentation?" Satan closed his book, not forgetting to mark it before. "I'm not sure myself."
"Well, end of conversation, Lord Diavolo would be arriving shortly."
Woah, they really forgot about your existence huh? Shockers.
You really aren't important then.
That's hilariously pathetic!
You should've listened to us.
"Shut up!" You suddenly yell out, clutching your head in stress. Beel shook your shoulder and made you look at him, and you could see how worried he really was. "Are you okay, Mc?"
Uh oh!
Should've listened, Mc.
This is so funny!
That's just embarrassing. Anyway, would you like some tea?
You took a deep breath and nodded. "Excuse me?" You lifted your head to see an angry Lucifer. " 'm so...rry. i didn't mean to do... that." You slurred, making Lucifer look at you suspiciously as he sighed, "Just don't do that again."
Tumblr media
TAGLIST ;; @gallantys (send me an ask to be tagged)
This isn't proofread.
478 notes · View notes
saeyoungchoismaid · a month ago
the Obey Me! boys reaction to MC getting their heart broken
Genre: angst, fluff??
Warnings: ya done did got your heart broke, mc, wtf. Protective bois, threats to your ex (such as beating them up, killing them, cutting through their genitals, you know the regular ol stuff lmao) <3
A/N: reader is gn!! this has once again reminded me that I want to write something more realistic to demons. Also I googled the bible verses for Simeon’s part so blame google if they’re wrong 
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
So, it really does depend on who exactly broke your heart. If it was one of our boys, you best believe everyone is basically going to kill him, if not at least disown him. (But let’s be real, they’re all such simps for you they could never). If it’s someone else from school, the human world, wherever, yeah, they might actually die.
demon is already super protective and constantly worried about you
so, when he finds you crying your eyes out one day, he’s all ready to strangle the life out of someone
when you explain what happened to him and you don’t want him to hurt your ex, you better strap him down with some powerful chains or something cause mans is ready to beat tf outta the person who hurt you
if your ex is a disgusting human being and deserves to get their face pummeled, just looked the other way while Lucifer goes to, uh, run some errands <3
y’all already know mans is THE most protective over you
so when he comes across you crying, he’s ready to tear the world apart, travel to the moon and back, swim across an ocean if it means he can get you to stop crying 
he’ll hug you close to him and whisper soothing things to you until you calm down
if you tell him what happened, he will literally go and kill your ex for you. You just say the word, (Y/n)
assuming you’re not a homicidal maniac, you’ll tell him that it’s not necessary and that you’ll be fine eventually
if you happen to see your ex with a black eye though, no you didn’t <3
he’s a stuttering mess when he finds you crying 
why tf are you crying? what tf happened? are you okay? are you injured?
many questions run through his head as he moves to hold you to him in a hug
he was already envious that your ex had the privilege of saying you’re theirs
but now he’s furious
your douchebag of an ex was so lucky to have you and they broke your heart???
what kind of tomfoolery?????
Leviathan isn’t much of a fighter and is more worried about you at that moment anyway, so he’ll hold you and let you cry while reassuring you that you can do so much better than that jerk (*cough* him *cough*)
sigh, Avatar of Wrath is about to go ballistic 
he hates seeing you cry, no matter what the situation is 
the only exception to that is when it’s over something cutesy and sweet
so, finding you sobbing over your imbecile of an ex
all bets are off
you better call the other bros to help you contain him bc mans is ready to literally break your ex’s heart
if you’re okay with a little violence, just send him on his way but make sure some others are there to stop him from going too far
he’s normally on the other end of breaking hearts, so he’s unsure what to do with you crying over one 
with you sobbing over what your ex did to you, it kind of opens his eyes
is this what happens every time he leads someone on just to drop them?
he feels guilt for a moment before realizing that now’s not the time
this is about you
he’ll do his best to comfort you, holding you close to him and gently rocking you
he’ll even offer to pamper you with his self-care goods once you’ve calmed down
after you’ve relaxed a bit, he’s as cool as a cucumber 
“So, what would you say if I said I can go stab them through their genitals?” he asks in a sugary sweet tone
he literally becomes the 🥺emoji 
offers you food, cuddles, hugs, hand-holding, whatever you need to feel better
he’ll also make sure you drink water since you’ve been crying so much and he doesn’t want you to get dehydrated <3
as soon as you tell him what’s wrong though, you’ll see a whole new side of Beel that you’ve never seen before 
man literally goes feral 
if you don’t want him to do anything to your ex, you’ll have to call for backup 
literally all his brothers would have to pin the (usually gentle) giant down to prevent him from doing something crazy 
if you’re all for him demolishing your ex, don’t be surprised when your ex has a broken nose, leg, and arm <3
sigh, our boy already has some murderous tendencies, so y’all already know 😔👊
yeah, if you don’t want Belphie almost killing your ex, don’t tell him
knowing him, he finds out anyway 
it’s not hard to guess with the way you’ve been drained and haven’t been hanging out with them or talking about them at all 
so, if he finds out this information, please hurry and tell the others before Belphie goes and kills your ex fr fr <3
if you want some sort of revenge, Belphie is more than willing to execute it for you, but make sure one (maybe two...or three) of the others go with him to make sure he doesn’t lose his cool 
Diavolo is much better at keeping his cool in stressful situations 
so, when you come to him crying, he’s right there to soothe you and help you through whatever it is that’s bothering you 
when it’s revealed that your ex broke your heart, he may or may not have broken his teacup from gripping it too hard 
he takes a deep breath though and reminds himself that he’s much more powerful than your ex and if he went after them, even a single punch could kill them 
if you want some sort of revenge though, he’ll speak with Barbatos to go handle it since he’s afraid he’ll lose his cool and murder someone <3
yeah, brb Barbatos just has to go run a quick errand rq <3
nah but fr, Barbatos will torture tf outta your ex, so be careful about telling him 
make sure Diavolo is there to rein Barbatos in cause otherwise you won’t be able to stop him from hurting your ex
he’s just baffled, really
your ex had the pleasure of dating you and they broke your heart? 
Hell nah, (Y/n)
(”Diavolo, stop hi-”)
listen, (Y/n), just say the word and your ex can disappear without a trace
literally. It’ll be like they never existed
too much? Okay, what about turning them into a toad?
cutting out their tongue? 
give them a love potion to make them fall in love with you again just for you to give them a good “fuck off and die”?
c’mon, work with him, (Y/n)
another poor baby who is vv distressed over your predicament 
he’ll do every single little thing in his power to help make you feel better
including lots of cooking of our favorite food 
he’s a big believer in karma
Proverbs 14:14 “Bad people will get what they deserve. Good people will be rewarded for their deeds.”
Colossians 3:25 “For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.”
you get the point. He believes in karma and he’s sure your ex will get what’s coming to them 
third poor baby that is crying right along with you even though he has no idea what’s wrong 
he’s very empathetic, so he’s crying because you’re in pain 
he, just like Simeon, will comfort you the best he can and will reassure you that your ex will get what’s coming to them 
how can you stay sad around baby Luke though? Just look at him 🥺he’s so precious and so sweet for worrying about you 
he offers to make you food because he wants to see you smile again 🥺
⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰
More with Obey Me! 
Join my discord: 
Tag List: @fandomsarepainful, @foul-legasy​, @imhereforsmtng​, @katelynwithpaint, @buzzybeebee​, @stressylexy​, @jungialo​, @fanfictwarrior, @ohbbobeyme​, @zeldan7​, @spicygremli-n​, & @otome-otakuwu​ ✦ if you would like to be added or removed, comment or send an ask. Also, remember to tell me if you ever change your username so I can continue to tag you :)
⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰
703 notes · View notes
candymeowz · a month ago
Lost in Forever I
Tumblr media
When you're trapped in a 'romance' movie where the protagonist isn't willing to let you out, the demon brothers search for a way to get in.
Tw: Yandere themes and anything that comes with it.
Tumblr media
You were sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a remote in the other. Scrolling mindlessly through the many shows of Devildom, you were trying to find one that isn't considered horror by human standards. When a normal 'romantic and comedic' movie involves knives, torture and blood, that task becomes quite difficult.
At last, hidden between two blockbuster movies, as thin as a paper, you found a movie titled "Forever", it's poster had cloudy skies with wilted flowers decorating the fields, a crying girl with flowy misty hair and eyes the color of pale red and silver respectively sitting in the middle. Her glittering white dress was a stark contrast to the surrounding blood red and charcoal black covers of the rest of Devildom's movies. You squinted your eyes as you read the synopsis.
'In a puzzling romance filled with love and struggles, join Ariel as she finds out that sometimes, the only way to start a new life is to die.'
The only way to start a new life is to die, huh?
Sounds similar to your life.
Shrugging, you settled for the movie and sat comfortably on the couch, dropping the remote besides you. The opening was inviting as you waited for the brothers to come home from their political meeting with Diavolo.
You missed the tiny warning listed at the bottom of the synopsis.
"Lucifer sure dragged the meeting on, huh?" Mammon said, yawning as he stretched his arms. He went through the front door followed by his younger brothers. "I wouldn't blame Mc if they were asleep by now... Movie night's gonna have to be on another day."
The last sentence was let out in a grumble.
"Can't exactly help it when there's a group of rebels in the far West." Satan was revising his notes, the spells he was assigned to search for neatly listed. "Even now when we're allowed to disperse, Lucifer still has unfinished discussion to go over with his lover."
"Lucifer has a lover?" asked Beelzebub through a mouthful of ghostpepper chips, a snack given during the 6-hour meeting to keep him from raging.
"He meant Diavolo, Beel." Belphegor's snicker was replaced with a yawn. "Where's Mc? I want to go to sleep..."
Asmodeus giggled. "I was wondering how you were able to stay up this long. You only wanted to see Mc one more time, huh~?"
"I need my human pillow." Belphegor glared.
"They're probably in their room then, if we look at the time," one of the brothers answered.
Belphegor gave a nod and walked towards your bedroom, his cow pillow being dragged behind him.
"Oi, Belphie! Ya just had them all to yourself last night! Tonight's my night!"
"Tch." He was hoping Mammon would forget... but that didn't stop him from his journey to your bedroom.
"Why-" Leviathan's voice came from the living room, frightened. Not an unusual tone to come from the third-born, but the next sentence is. "-why is 'Forever' turned on on the TV?"
The six brothers froze. All, including Belphegor, rushed towards where Leviathan stood. They were met with the sight of a bucket of popcorn spilt on the floor, the flickering screen showcasing a serene scene with haunting flowers in full bloom and Ariel smiling. Disturbing subtitles were appearing at the bottom of the screen.
"You- you don't think..." Asmo trailed off, his hand covered his mouth.
"They went in there alone..." Satan finished the unspoken sentence, filling in the tense silence that clouded the room.
Ariel was smiling giddily, her mismatched eyes shining with delight. The words change as she talks about how happy she is to have a companion stay with her forever.
Leviathan turned on the volume.
"Don't worry, little Mc, I'll take care of you, darling."
White noise resonated through the room along with Ariel's voice.
"You don't have to bother trying to escape. Your puny human strength wouldn't make a dent on those enchanted chains..." She said dismissively before a grin formed on her lips. "Though, I must say, you look quite... Ah, delicious, twisting and turning like that... I wonder how much more tastier you can be if you're squirming in pain."
The white noise grew louder.
"What the hell are we supposed to do?!" Mammon paced around the room, pulling at his hair in frustration. "Last time Levi and I were in there, we had a hard time escapin'- Us! Two of the seven most powerful demons in the entire bloody Devildom!"
His brothers shuddered at the mention, not wanting to go through that long week ever again. Even Lucifer had been more gentle in his punishments with the troublemakers for two entire decades after the incident.
The brothers muted the television, none of them could bare listening to Ariel's descriptive monologue of your less-than-desirable situation. Her voice was too sickeningly sweet, her character on screen was flickering her eyes in delight and she was licking her lips.
"How did they even find the movie in the first place?" Satan asked. "I thought Lucifer already disposed of it the second Levi and Mammon escaped."
"He did," Beelzebub confirmed, bag of chips left forgotten. "I saw him burning the dvd on his desk the same night."
Leviathan clenched his fists. "She must've transferred her cursed data to the TV! I knew it! I knew we should've just destroyed the living room altogether!"
The brothers all nodded at this, regret seeping through their veins as they thought of what they could've done to avoid this situation. Belphegor could've chosen to skip another meeting... Mammon could've insisted that you should join them...
"Hey, snap out of it, everyone!" Asmo's voice cut through the silence. "We don't have time for this. Mc's still alive and there's no blood on Ariel's dress-" yet, "-so let's search for a way to help them first!"
"Asmo's right." Satan stood up. "I'm going to search through my room to find anything that might be of use." He walked out the living room without waiting for a reply, determined to not sit still and do nothing.
"I'll go get books from the library." Belphegor followed in his brother's footsteps.
"I'll come too, there's a lot we need to carry," said Beelzebub, trailing after his twin.
"Oh, I'll call Lucifer!" Asmodeus took out his phone. "He's knows the spell that lets us contact Mc directly..." He mumbled as he dialed their oldest brother's number. One tap, two, three and...
"It- It's not reaching!"
"Don't panic," Mammon grumbled, hitting the Tv and pressing random buttons as if if it's beaten enough, you would be thrown out safe and sound. He took a deep breath. "I'll fly to him. You do somethin' else."
Asmodeus nodded and scoured the internet, asking his followers for tips while reading any and all articles. There's plenty of stories of demons getting sucked into "Forever", but none of them making out alive... many families had grieved over the loss of a loved one when Ariel started crying once more, her dress that was drenched in blood evaporating into a pristine white once again.
Leviathan had taken out his laptop from his bedroom and is currently trying to hack into the television.
"Hurry, Mammon!"
Lucifer was tired.
The post-meeting meeting had only gone for half an hour yet his workload had doubled. His phone battery had also died at some point in the meeting... He wondered why he's pushing himself so much.
Ah, yes, it's all for his brothers- not that he'll ever admit that.
Sighing, Lucifer straightened himself up as he neared the House of Lamentation, presenting himself in the best way possible in case a brother was still awake- More than likely to happen considering he's got six of them, two of which consistently stays up late.
The front door was swung open and he was almost crashed by Mammon.
Lucifer took a deep breath as he kept his eyes closed, a lecture already being prepared in his thoughts.
"Mammon, it's barely been an hour. If I found out you're already causing-"
"Mc, Ariel, Forever movie."
Those four words killed whatever scolding he had on the tip of his tongue, memories of a time he'd rather forget flashing in his mind's eye- Asmodeus panicking, him thrashing his room, his brothers' screams at the television to stay strong and don't you dare die,- He snapped back into reality, ruby eyes catching sapphire ones, desperation and disbelief plastered all over his face.
"You can't mean... are they alone?"
Mammon's grim face was all the answer he needs as he immediately strode forwards, his younger brother trailing behind him.
Lucifer's mind was reeling through his memories, their legs carrying them as fast as they could. Where did he went wrong? Was his pronunciation incorrect? Perhaps he made a mistake in his movements? He already used the most powerful curse remover he knows, surely that'd been enough to get rid of the wretched creature?
Apparently, it wasn't.
He caught sight of the television, heart dropping further as he watched Ariel, smiling and existing, talking about some newly acquired whips coded with the cruelest of magic and how it's so difficult to know which one should she use first.
Beelzebub and Belphegor were in one corner of the room, stacks of books placed on the ground around them. The former didn't have any snacks near him and the latter was wide awake. None of them even noticed Lucifer, focusing on their quest to help you as the occasional question of 'can this help?' and a disappointed 'no...' are exchanged between them.
Leviathan, too, had his full attention on his laptop, fingers pressing away at the keyboard as a string of unintelligible words left his lips while Asmodeus was going through illegal sites to find anything that can be of use. His eyes widen when he realized Lucifer had arrived.
"Lucifer!" he stood up. "Oh, please tell me you have a way to help them! They're all alone... I can't imagine how scared they must be!"
The pleads didn't get a reply because someone's muttering was heard from the doorway. Satan walked in from behind the two oldest demons, jotting down notes while his eyes are focused on a centuries-old parchment, barely acknowledging Lucifer's presence when he walked around him. A line of floating books and scrolls followed after the wrath demon.
"The movie period tends to last from a few hours to days and some even up to years, depending on the demon's strength and how much the main character enjoys their company." Satan took a seat besides Belphegor, hand scribbling away in his notebook. "Mc's already in there for a few hours, at least... And they're a human..."
The mumblings continued, the twins' questions flew back and forth, Leviathan was chewing his nails, seeming to have met another dead end while Asmodeus stood with his arm wrapped around himself, growing increasingly worried. Mammon paced around, his footsteps loud in the heavy atmosphere.
"Silence." Lucifer's voice echoed through the room.
"No," Satan immediately retaliated, then continued to mutter out loud whatever it is he's studying.
"I said, SILENCE!"
Satan was ready to snap, annoyed by the tone of authority when his words died as Lucifer walked towards the television, arms raised and his lips opened. He was casting a spell.
It was as if time had frozen with all the typically loud inhabitants not even making a squeak, observing the most powerful of them perform the spell to rid of Ariel's illusion on screen. They all surrounded the pride demon, watching the screen carefully as the fields faded into nothingness, revealing the hidden grimy dungeon.
You were laid in front of Ariel, your limbs chained as Ariel grinned with a whip ready in hand.
"Ready for our first play session, love~?"
The brothers' filled with dread.
Tumblr media
Probably gonna turn this into a series...
A/N: I have little plot and was writing whatever I feel like and... Well, I got this!
Edit: tell me if you wanna get tagged! Imma turn this into a series.
499 notes · View notes
obeythebutler · 3 months ago
Oh Messenger of the Muses! Harbringer of Stories! Would you bless this poor talentless human and give them the gift of your writing? This poor soul begs for the brothers reaction to a MC that runs away and avoid them because they got a big crush on them and get incredibly shy
May your blessed keys awaken and take this humble request and may your beautiful soul be gifted with good luck, rest and love!
Thank you!
Brothers With A MC Who Runs Away From Them Because They Have A Crush On Them
Lucifer's intimidating, and he knows it, but can MC please not run away every time they see him? Is he that scary?
Whenever he gets a chance to finally talk to MC, they scuttle away on seeing him. And when Lucifer tries to talk to them they make up random excuses. Come on, you can't go feed Cerberus when his brothers hesitate!
MC better not try to run away from him again....
Lucifer cornered them one day after he had enough. Kabedoned them and tilted their chin up, staring into their nervous eyes...
He could feel MC fluster and splutter, and a smirk adorned his face when he realized they find him attractive.
But when MC confessed they have a crush on him? Lucifer's silent pining bore fruit. MC likes him back too, he knew they would!
Well, a date to Ristorante Six won't hurt now, would it?
This human scuttled away on seeing him! It's hard, when you're their protector and you can't see them, because they keep hiding on seeing you!
Mammon had to resort to holding MC's hand so that they won't get lost in the Devildom streets, which resulted in a flustered pair. If only MC knew Mammon pines hard too ...
He wasn't good at taking hints, he got annoyed when they kept avoiding him! So much that Mammon cornered them and asked in a show of boldness the reason they kept avoiding him....
Their confession and flustered face made Mammon blush on his own...
He will try to turn the situation around on them, but don't worry MC! Mammon loved you too! Just hold his hand and he'll blush!
Poor snek dug himself deeper into the hole of self-deprecation when he observed that MC avoided him...of course they would, he's a worthless otaku after all....
And when they were near him, both him and MC were a flustered mess. Now, now, have you ever sat next to your crush? You know the feeling.
It resulted in Levi sulking whenever MC avoided him, and it wasn't doing any good, so much that the brothers finally decided to lock the pair in a room until they sorted out their feelings.
It was a nervous moment, until MC finally confessed they like him, and Levi's brain blue-screened.
Him? Him?! A worthless otaku like him? Was that the reason they were so shy around him?!
Now Levi's the flustered one.
He thought MC was avoiding him out of dear at first. He's the Avatar of Wrath, and that's an intimidating title. So Satan tries to make himself as approachable as he could.
Offering to go to cat cafes together, reading or going for a walk. He wants to prove he's more than his wrath...
But his offers were brushed away as MC ran to their room, leaving a confused and dejected Satan behind.
He doesn't quite get the cause for their behaviour, until he sees them getting incredibly shy when Satan passed them a book that had fallen on the ground...then it clicked.
They like him, don't they?
Well, you never know unless you ask. Got some time, MC? The garden looks lovely today...
He isn't that repulsive, come on! He's beautiful....right?
Asmo was annoyed whenever MC ran away from him, for he thought they disliked him. But when they started getting shy with only him, then it clicked.
That wasn't dislike, that was a crush! MC likes him! Quite cute to see them all flustered and nervous, isn't it?
For a while, it was quite fun to tease them and watch MC get shy and flustered. But it only resulted in them going around in circles.
So Asmo invited them to his room for a self-care session, and when they finally got comfortable enough to confess he wanted to hug them there and then.
Asmo's over the moon.
Poor boi thought MC didn't like him at first. They always ran away from him and didn't speak much to him. It was a common sight to see Beel's frown when MC walked away from him.....
If he walked into a room, MC weasled out of there. If he offered them his food, which was a rare phenomenon in itself, they'd shakily take it and run away.
Beel assumed he might have done something he shouldn't have, so he approached them when they were alone and asked if he's done anything wrong...
When the truth came out that they had a crush on him, Beel blushed as he smiled. They like him!!
Would they like to go and have some food with him, please?
He didn't voice it, but he felt they were avoiding him since he...He deserved it, after all.
And so he kept quiet. But it soon became clear that they didn't hate him outright, but rather kept avoiding him. He'd walk into a room where MC was and they'd go out. Sit near them and they'd change seats.
It was like a stab to the heart for Belphegor.
He couldn't quite figure out their motives. So he softly asked them to stay when they tried to leave the room, and what followed was a long conversation.
He should have told MC that he liked them too, but his heart gets caught in his throat every time.
But now, he'll pour his heart.
1K notes · View notes
diavolosthots · 4 months ago
Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!
You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things
Warning: uh.... Angst?
Tumblr media
“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 
And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 
Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 
However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 
Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”
Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 
“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 
Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”
“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 
You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.” 
883 notes · View notes
matching-with-my-demons · 4 months ago
Demon Brothers And Royals With AN MC That Wants to Become a Demon
A/N: Sudden urge to write this and was suddenly 3 pages into a google doc- have at thee-
Warnings: None??? I think??? Angst if you squint maybe-
Summary: You know you're life is barely a moment in the lives of the demons you love, so what better way than to become one, so they don't lose you.
(the Gif doesn't quite fit this but I look it so fuck it-)
Tumblr media
The eldest is... hesitant, to say the least.
Don't get him wrong, he understands, and he doesn't want to lose you either, but this could do more harm than good if something went wrong.
He won't stop you, and he doesn't hate the idea, it's more he's just worried.
He will definitely research it, asking everyone with knowledge on the subject for their opinion to relay to you later.
At the end of the day it is your decision, and he'll be by your side if you decide to go through with it.
At first doesn't agree, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes how little time he has left with you if you stay mortal.
Immediately on board.
Mammon isn't usually the most serious brother, but he loves you, and never wants to lose you again, so he's very openly supporting your decision.
Your his human, and while you may not be human much longer, he'll still love you either way!
You? A demon?
Will never admit it to anyone but the thought of you in a demon form made his nose bleed just a shit ton bit-
Unsure of it, but he trusts you, and he'll be by his Henry's side no matter what!
But when he realizes that if something doesn't happen, you'll be gone within the next 100 years, he's immediately hoping this will work.
Immediately hits the books.
You're extremely stubborn, so he knows the best course of action is help make this process as safe and comfortable as possible.
Completely understands, and is on board immediately.
He loves you, and you've made his life so much more lively and bright.
He'll do whatever he can to stay with you for the rest of eternity.
On board immediately.
The thought of you getting old in wrinkly is a huge fear of his, and if he can prevent it HE. WILL.
Doesn't understand why for a while, just thinking you want to be more like the brothers, but one night while he was taking a bath, it hit him like a truck. You were mortal. If you didn't do something like this, who knew what little time you'd have left.
Ran out of his room soaking wet and naked to hug you and cry, the thought of losing you for good was too much.
A lot more clingy after this.
He had thought about this before multiple times, how you wouldn't live forever.
But you thought of something he didn't think would be possible, becoming a demon to stay with them.
Low-key cried, was also on board.
Was more protective of you after this, the reminder of your mortality, coming from you, really shook him up.
Please give this man a hug.
Also thought about it before.
A bit cautious at the idea of you going through a process to do it, but believes you, and trusts your decision.
Just hugged you for a while to calm himself down.
This does not mean he doesn't get more clingy- because now you are sandwiched between Beel and Belphie most nights now.
Thinks it's a great idea, in all honesty.
They all love you, and you've helped him and his brother more times than he can count.
You make the Devildom exciting, and honestly, the fact you treat him like a friend and don't put him on a pedestal is relieving and a wonderful change of pace.
The one to help you change from human to demon, with a little bit of Barbatos' help.
It's an exhausting transformation process, and he'll be there every step of the way.
Literally saw this coming, so he's not surprised.
That being said he still is doing his best to keep you comfortable and safe through the process, helping Diavolo when the prince needs.
He's had time to think it over, and accepted your decision, you make the Prince happy, as well as so many other people.
And though he'd never say it, he'd miss you dearly if you left.
828 notes · View notes
threepointseven · 2 months ago
Fandom: Obey me!
length: short-ish?
genre: Angst
pairing: demon brothers x MC
summary: It’s MC’s turn to cook dinner tonight as she skips to the kitchen to happily make dinner. She makes a feast but no one has come to enjoy it. She wonders why and finds out at 12 am as their DDD buzzes. 
Part two! part three!
As my DDD’s clock landed on 8 PM I smiled knowing that it was my turn to cook dinner. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, opening the fridge to be surprised at how much was in there.
“Im surprised Beel didn’t steal everything throughout the day…”
I mumbled to myself, I quite enjoy cooking for the others…It’s calming and I love seeing their joyful smiles and worthless quarrels when they’re eating my food on the table.
Lately Lucifer has been very busy, I mean he’s always busy but he’s been exceptionally busy this week. I don’t exactly know why but I plan to do my very best tonight to cheer him up!
As I get ready my kitchen tools, and my ingredients, I roll up my sleeves, ready to prepare a feast for the brothers and I,
40 minutes go by, im halfway done and there’s no sign of anyone… The house of Lamentation is peaceful when its quiet. As much as I love the silence it’s strange to not see Mammon bugging me or Belphie clinging onto me..
“I wonder where they are…..Beel is usually here to come smell the ingredients by now, or Asmo going on live and recording me cook…..”
My confusion is interrupted by the sound of the oven’s piercing ding
“Oh well, at least when they come they’ll have a feast prepared for them!”
I pick up my oven mitts and open the oven, steaming hot air washes over my senses. The smell of the baked goods I made covers the room. The sweet and salty smell leaves a proud smug on my face as my excitement takes over.
Almost another hour goes by, making good food for all 8 of us isnt exactly an easy task!
As I lay down the last few plates, the warm smell leaves me satisfied. Small bits of sweat trail down my neck as I had been dealing with heat and fire for a while in the kitchen.
My lips formed into a small sweet smile, proud of the dinner I made for the brothers and I.
As my stomach grumbles I have to control myself from eating it all,
I lift my arms to stretch and I make a small noise.
I look around the room to realise that they aren’t here yet. None of the brothers.
I hum to myself as I start walking down the hallways knocking on everyone’s door and telling them dinner’s ready.
Not even Lucifer is here…
Assuming that they’ve gone out for a little I sit myself on the dinner table and happily wait for them to come back.
I pull out my D.D.D to kill time
An hour goes by and I worry as the food went completely cold,
A frown forms upon my face as I worry about where they are.
I refrain myself from texting them or calling them knowing they might be in an important meeting.
Another 30 minutes go by, still happily seated on the left side of the dinner table, ready to warm up the food when I hear the slightest sound of the door opening.
My eyelids start to get heavier as I try to keep awake.
I last for a few more minutes and I start to get dizzy, craving a bit of sleep.
As I hear the ding of my DDD I look to see what it is. I can barely focus on anything as I figure out that Asmo posted something on Devilgram, I unlock my DDD to see what it is.
My vision starts to fail on me as I see Asmo and quite a pretty person in what it seems to be the RAD uniform and Asmo taking a selfie. I get confused as I look at the caption to see
“Just met the new human exchange student, aren’t they such a babe?!”
I can barely process anything as I fall sleep with my DDD still in hand and the previously hot food still neatly placed on the dinner table.
As the clock hits 12 AM my DDD buzzes
“Im so sorry we couldn’t come to dinner MC, I forgot to tell you we’re visiting the new human exchange student. They’ll be staying with us and they seem quite nice.”
this was inspired by a tiktok i saw on my fyp of sheep mc making dinner and no one coming to eat it cause they were all greeting the new exchange student! sadly i didnt have it saved but once i do find it i’ll link it!
435 notes · View notes
devildomsgod · 28 days ago
Obey Me!: MC is a vampire
Tumblr media
The demon brothers find out you're a vampire from a powerful bloodline.
A/n: THIS TURNED OUT SO ANGSTY I'M SO SORRY I was trying to keep it chill but my writing juices just kept flowing and i couldn't stop myself I hope its still enjoyable tho!!!
Tumblr media
Lucifer carefully watches you from across the table, the weight of your secret holding his chest in a tight lock, and he feels the betrayal bite the inside of his stomach again. It's hard for him to take. Especially after letting his walls down around you. You've seen him stripped before, seen his darkest and brightest sides, felt the burning of his heart, all while he didn't even know what you truly are.
Your secrets lie open before him now, the magic trick revealed and chewed up like an old dog toy, and he feels so stupid for not seeing it before. The sleepless night makes his eyes feel heavy, and Lucifer suddenly can't bear to look at you anymore. Wasted hours have been spent to work out a rational answer to why you wouldn't tell him, but your secrecy feels like a deep fog, no way out and no way in, and no reason for it to be here.
Lucifer's cheeks burn as he keeps his tears to himself, deciding that Diavolo must be informed of this.
Mammon listens to you attentively, not wanting to miss a single word of what you're telling him, for the first time in a long time focusing all of his attention on you, and you alone. Your words settle like acid in his veins, every fiber of Mammon urging to do something about it, but he isn't quite sure what
"So you're rich?"
The question comes blurting out without his consent, and you both stare at each other for a moment. Mammon curses himself for being such a dumbass, for his mind only focusing on the family name you gave him, the details of your confession left untouched by his question.
The demon wants to know more about you, he wants to blame you for keeping this from him for so long, he wants to ask questions about your being, what it's like to be one of your kind, he wants to dive into you wholly new, but his first chance of doing so was just missed by the stupid sin clinging to the tip of is his tongue.
His overthinking is stopped by the soothing sound of your chuckle. You take his question lightly, and your delighted answer to his spontaneous topic reminds the demon that no matter what you are, you're still his mc, and he feels the prior panic in him dissolve into your laugh.
Leviathan's mind goes blank the second he hears the word vampire slip from your lips. Fear grips his feet, and he fights the urge to run back to bury himself in his room while staring at you blankly. You're not what he thought you were. The thought repeats in his mind, pushing any other sensations out of him. He feels betrayed, days and nights spent with you all feel like lies, it's all-
Your hand on his shoulder rips him from the loudness of his own head, and he flinches a little as he finds your eyes, their unusual intensity no longer a riddle. You ask if he's okay, and he can't help but shake his head. His mind immediately tells him to run to you for comfort but you, the you he knew no longer exists. Tears well in his eyes as he keeps staring at you, he just can't look away from your worried expression, because it looks so welcoming but so wrong all of a sudden.
This isn't what it's supposed to be, his mind keeps telling him and he starts feeling like he can't breathe anymore, drowning in his own thoughts.
But you're still there, you're here hugging him, calming him the way you always do, and a section in his head still knows, and all he can do is cling onto it and hold you as tight as he can.
His fingers shake as another page in his book turns, revealing more about your family. Satan's eyes never read something this fast, absorbing the information like a sponge.
The demon's heart beats fast as he finally dares to put the book down. Unintentionally he's revealed your biggest secret to himself. Guilt, betrayal, confusion, too many emotion to understand make his limbs feel like they might rip if he doesn't get up right now to confront you.
Calmness becomes an unknown concept to Satan as he tears the book in two, cursing it for existing, cursing you for not telling him your origin. He'll make you tell him now, though, he growls to himself after the door to his room slammed behind him, Satan's wrath slipping through the big house, warning the others to stay away from him while he settles this with you.
A disappointed frown disrupts the beauty of Asmodeus' face, all trust he's learned to put into you dissolving. Your face becomes unfamiliar as he learns who and what you truly are.
His sadness reflects in your face as you realize how badly you've hurt him by keeping your origin to yourself. The demon isn't sure what to say, simply averting his gaze to the ground as he tries to cope with your identity. You attempt to explain your reasoning for keeping this to yourself, and Asmodeus swallows every word greedily, needing this to rationalize the love he still holds for you.
You ask if he understands, your eyes gentle, wanting him to forgive you. Asmodeus doesn't understand, he couldn't if he tried but he keeps that to himself, instead nodding his head while forcing a smile.
"Of course, I do," he mumbles softly while carefully moving to hug you, trying to think of a way to forgive you for this.
Beelzebub listens carefully as you explain your past to him. He keeps his thoughts clean and rational, seeming almost apathetic to your origin.
"So you drink human blood?" he asks, his stomach growling at the thought. He feels wrong for asking this, he thinks he should feel something different, knowing you've been lying to him your whole relationship, but Beelzebub can't bring himself to.
You're still mc, right?
You seem just as confused about his apathy as he is, but a glint of relief in your eyes tells him he's taking the right approach. The demon knows his brothers must have reacted differently, and you need someone to still trust you now. You had your reasons to keep this from him, and even if he tried, he couldn't be mad at you for the secrecy.
Belphegor's blood freezes as your family name is revealed to him. He stares at you blankly, any other detail you're offering unheard as blank panic strikes his body. Did your family find out about the incident of him hurting- killing you?? Will there be consequences? His body sinks onto the bed behind him, the shock stinging too deep for him to keep standing up straight.
Your call for his name sounds dull through the wave of fear in him, the reminder that he is a demon and not even powerful vampires could do anything to him going to waste as he tries to think of a way to disappear until the made-up wrath of your family has died down.
326 notes · View notes
astairekin · 15 days ago
on the curse of immortality
note from kin: this is a combination of this idea from an anon and this idea from @wisteria-and-nightshade - so the prompt here is that you’re immortal (the kind of immortal where you physically cannot die) and have had the misfortune of becoming infected with an incurable disease
long post ahead! this also gets pretty dark so reader discretion is advised - please pay attention to the warnings (and let me know if i missed any!)
fandom: obey me
character(s): gn! reader, lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, simeon, luke, solomon
pairing(s): everyone/reader (as always, completely platonic for luke)
warning(s): thoughts of suicide/suicide attempts, body horror (i think?), disease, some EXTREME existential dread, the Big Sad
genre: this is absolutely angst
Tumblr media
You don’t remember the last time you truly felt alive.
You aren’t afraid of death. You never have been. You’ve always known that it will come for you in the end, just as it comes for everyone else. With a deafening bang, with a devastating crash, or simply with a quiet little sigh - whichever route you take, the day will come when you drift away from this world, and the universe will move on, unhindered by its loss.
That, in its own way, is something of a reassurance. Everyone has go, one way or another. How you go doesn’t matter.
And yet…
Death - the one constant that you had been able to hold onto - seems to be the one thing that you can never have.
Not for lack of trying. In the beginning, when you first began to tire of life, of losing people and places so many times that it all seemed to become a meaningless pattern, you’d tried nearly everything you could think of. You tried to destroy yourself over and over again. But nothing came of it - nothing worked.
Shattered bones and dislocated joints fell back into place, torn muscles sewed themselves back together, failed organs repaired and restarted, air forced itself into your lungs even through the deepest reaches of water you could find. Poisons simply didn’t work, smoke couldn’t choke you, and fire would burn and burn, but never enough. You’d always open your eyes to a new day, and nothing would have changed.
After a while, you’d come to accept it. Life will continue in its nothingness, and you can only follow its endless march forever. There will be no release for you at the end of the road, and that is simply something you’ve had to come to terms with. You can only keep moving forward.
You’ve always seen eternity whenever you look in a mirror. Before, you had always stood before it alone - forever had been a condemnation, a chain keeping you bound to a world that you had no wish to remain in.
After you met them, however, forever became a promise. You still saw eternity in the mirror, but you saw them, too. And maybe that was all you really needed after all these years of struggling through infinity alone - someone to stand by your side, and promise to stay there.
Strange how things flip themselves around so quickly. Almost as soon as you came to see your everlasting life as a gift, it became a curse once again. And those most special beings, the ones who had kept you grounded through the ever-spinning motions of eternity… in the end, they became the manacles keeping you locked down.
Death takes its revenge in funny ways. It is angry that you have cheated it for so long, but it cannot carry you away as it as carried away so many old loves, old friends, old families. So, instead, it visits you at every turn, and each time it lays its curse thicker upon you.
You’ve seen and heard this pestilence be called by many names, each one more flowery and poetic than the last - ‘Devil’s Despair’, ‘the Stygian Curse’, ‘Angel’s Despondency’, ‘Wrath of Hades’, and so on. Little is known of its origins; little is known of its cure. In fact, as far as anyone is concerned, there isn’t one.
It isn’t contagious. No one knows how it is spread. It only seems to crop up once in a generation, somewhere on the most distant reaches of society. The afflicted scarcely realise what’s happening to them before their bodies have already failed, and it’s only on a few occasions that any kind of doctor has been able to reach the ill before they die. Then the disease vanishes again - only to reappear, years later, to extinguish another poor soul in a matter of hours.
It’s different for you, though. The disease tries - oh, of course it does. It eats through the chambers of your heart, day by day, trying over and over again to consume that last flicker of life that nothing and no one has ever been able to extinguish, not even you. Sometimes it succeeds, but only for a moment.
Most of the time it comes and goes, but every now and then, when the air is still and you lie alone, you can feel it. Your heartbeat drops to a crawl, until the even weak pulsing in your ears is drowned out by sheer, deafening silence. And you… die.
But it never lasts. You die again and again, sometimes alone, sometimes not - and each time, before everything can truly fade away, the clock restarts, and you live again.
Mammon has nightmares, sometimes, of how it looks when the light disappears from your eyes. He’s seen it, held you as the life drained from you, only for you to come back to him mere moments later - he’s been there so many times, too many times, so he should surely be used to it now, right?
But he isn’t. Each time, the same paralysing fear seizes him, as if he’s the one clutching onto life by the tips of his fingers - and, in a way, he is. He’s terrified that this time will be the moment you truly disappear, that this time, he really will lose you. And what is he without you?
It’s tiring. Sometimes he wishes he could rewind time, go back to the days when he could go without thinking about you even for a moment. Every now and then, when he remembers what life had been like before, when this disease hadn’t ravaged your body and wiped away your smile… he wonders if it’d be better if he didn’t remember. If he didn’t have those memories, if he’d never fallen in love in the first place… he wouldn’t be hurting now, would he?
He knows, though, that he’d never choose to foget. You mean too much to him, and these memories, however bittersweet they feel now, are his. He’d do it a hundred, a thousand, a million times more - falling in love, over and over again, even if this is what it leads him to. An aching heart, and endless nights spent awake in a cold sweat.
Where Mammon spends hours upon hours reliving every time that he loses you, however, Belphie tries to forget. He talks to you the same as always, he takes care of you in his own little way the same as always, he takes naps by your side the same as always - as if everything is perfectly fine.
“Hey,” He’ll say abruptly every now and then. “There are some things I want to buy. Promise you’ll come shopping with me later?”
And you’ll try to smile back, and nod, even though you know full well that you aren’t strong enough to go out. Belphie knows that, too.
In a way, he wishes you wouldn’t play along with him - that you’d just tell him what the both of you already know. He’s been running this whole time - always desperately trying to run from the truth. Maybe, if you’d stopped him, gently forced him to confront it, it wouldn’t have been that bad.
But you don’t, and so Belphie continues to act as if nothing’s wrong. And yet, even if he treats you like he always does, he can’t control the way he looks at you.
You say you can’t die, but to him, it seems that he’s losing you just as if you had. You don’t speak with the same warmth as before, and your short sentences only ever come every now and then, each word slow and lifeless. You don’t smile the same way anymore, either - on the worst days, you can barely summon the strength to even muster one. You don’t laugh; you don’t cry.
You have days where you are stronger, and that semblance of your former self that he sees so sparingly is the only reason he’s able to keep up the facade. But, on the other days, when every little movement seems to cause you pain, and he can barely look you in the eyes for fear of how blank they are… it’s hard.
Those are the days when Beel hears him crying in the dead of night, trying to stifle quiet sobs behind mounds and mounds of blankets. Some nights, he goes to comfort him. Other nights, he simply lies there, gazing numbly up at the dark ceiling - because he knows that there’s nothing he can do or say to make it hurt less.
He doesn’t know how to handle it himself. In the first days, when he’d realised what was happening to you, it had been easy to simply copy Belphie - to act as if nothing was wrong. But then the days turned into weeks, and weeks became months, and as your condition worsened, he found it more and more difficult to keep turning a blind eye.
He wishes that he was smarter - that he could come up with a solution to all of this, and then you’d be cured, and you wouldn’t have to drift about like a ghost anymore, and you’d be happy, and— and then he could finally be happy again. Things would go back to normal. You could spend endless hours messing around in the kitchen together again… and you’d laugh like you used to.
But Beel knows nothing of how to help you the way he wants to, and so all can do is try to make you as comfortable as possible. He spends almost every moment he can hovering by your side, attempting to press food on you at every opportunity - sometimes, he even forgets to feed himself in his efforts to coax you into eating more. He’s the one who carries you around when you feel too weak to walk, even when you try to insist you don’t need his help.
In a way, he finds a selfish relief in the fact that you cannot die. He knows that it’s something that you despise, but to him, it’s almost a reassurance. When he holds you, and he can feel your weight in his arms, no matter how frail you are, you’re there, and you’re still with him. He can’t lose you.
But the unknown power forcing you to stay bound to this plane of existence is nothing if not your greatest enemy. And you want nothing more than to be rid of it.
That’s why, one day, you beg Diavolo to help you find a way to end it. You don’t want a cure. You don’t want to keep struggling through this. You just want to go... and, if anyone has the raw power to obliterate you, scorch each last piece of you to an ash until there is nothing left to recover itself, it is him.
But Diavolo only shakes his head and turns away. He would raze the tallest mountains to the ground, empty the deepest ocean to the dregs, fly up to the sky and tear down each and every star, if only you asked - but this is the one thing he could never do for you.
Diavolo knows well how selfish he’s being. But he can’t help but hope that if you can just hold out for long enough, if he can keep you tethered to the living world, tethered to him, just for a little while longer… surely there is a way? After all you've endured throughout your long, long life - doesn’t the universe owe you this one tiny thing?
But, of course… the universe doesn't make bargains. He knows that. He can only shake it off and try to move on.
Something changes, though, on a quiet evening a week or so later. You’re sitting with him and Barbatos in the garden. Barbatos is barely even sitting; he fusses over you constantly, adjusting your cushions and offering every tea and sweet that he can think of. You, meanwhile, simply sit quietly and smile along as he talks, nodding every now and then.
Then you look at him, and though your eyes are soft, Diavolo imagines he sees something accusatory in your gaze, and his heart sinks. You’re disappointed, and it’s because he didn’t have the strength to give you the one thing you truly wanted. But how could he have given you any other response when all you wanted was death?
The next day, he confides in Lucifer, asking both his friend and himself - would he do it? Could he do it? The next time you ask, clutching at his sleeve with fingers so weak that he can scarcely feel them - will he still say no?
He doesn’t know the answer to that question. And that terrifies him more than anything else ever could.
Lucifer himself simply listens in silence as Diavolo speaks. When he finishes, breathing heavily and on the verge of tears, Lucifer admits that you’ve come to him with the same request - and that he, too, refused.
What Lucifer doesn’t tell Diavolo, however, is that he didn’t give you his reply immediately. And, in that moment of silence, that flash of eternity that had passed between the two of you… just for a heartbeat, Lucifer had thought he might have said yes.
He isn’t blind to reality. He knows how painful each day is for you, how desperately you wish you could just move on and let go of it all. He knows the sheer amount of loss you’ve carried with you all these years, and he knows how hard it had been, even before this disease came, to lift your head and keep moving forward. In a way, he understands why you’d asked him to do what you did.
But then, as that transient moment of indecision passed, Lucifer’s answer became clear in his mind. How could he even consider accepting? You, one of… no, the most precious person to him - how could he be the one to take your life?
He’d rather die himself.
He wants to hold onto you for as long as possible, keep you by his side for the rest of time. Maybe, in another world, where this curse had never descended on you in the first place, he could have. In this one, however, he cannot be that selfish. In comparison to the endless deaths you’ve died, his own feelings about the matter are trivial.
He can’t ask you to keep fighting - not for his sake, and not for anyone else’s.  You’ve been fighting for so long now… you deserve to rest.
And, should the day come that you find a way to go, he will be there to say goodbye. He will not stop you if you choose to die. But never - never by his hand.
When the night passes, and it’s time to see you again, both Diavolo and Lucifer make a silent promise to never mention the matter again.
Not even Barbatos is told, least of all the rest of Lucifer’s brothers, but, somehow, Satan manages to hear about it. And his reaction is one of unprecedented rage.
Diavolo cowers - actually cowers - as Satan advances on him, tail lashing like a whip and voice thunderous enough to shake dust from the ceiling. Diavolo tries to tell him that he said no - of course he did, could there be any other answer? - but it doesn’t seem to placate Satan in the slightest.
In the end, Satan is subdued and forced back home to simmer in his outrage alone. For once, Lucifer doesn’t punish him for his insubordinance - because he understands that despairing tremor in his brother’s voice.
His room is quiet, and there is no one to attempt to direct his disoriented wrath at. Gradually, as the adrenaline is washed away, the rage fades.
In truth, he hadn’t been angry at Diavolo or Lucifer. He’d been angry at himself… and at you, in a way.
Unlike his other brothers, who seem to take your every spare minute as needing to be filled by their presence, Satan hasn’t seen as much of you as he used to ever since this disease first settled into your body. He’s spent almost every moment he can reading feverishly - page after page after page, and when he runs out of books, he simply looks for more.
There are plenty of books on diseases, curses, and all sorts of magical maledictions in the House of Lamentation, and once he runs out of those, he starts borrowing them from the R.A.D.. Then he moves onto libraries and book shops out in town, no matter how steep the price or how shady the owner, chasing every lead he can find that might lead to something resembling a solution. He starts ordering medical journals and textbooks from the human world, too - even though he knows full well that your malady won’t be in any of them.
He’d reassured himself that you had plenty of company, that there were plenty of beings who loved you almost as much as he did who could lavish you with the attention and care that he couldn’t. But now, realising just how sick you are of living… he wonders if that was the right decision.
Even a small grain of rice can tip the scales in another’s favour. Maybe if Satan had spent more time with you instead of cowering in his room, building piles upon piles of books as if to create a barrier against what he knew was the truth, it’d have made a difference. Maybe you wouldn’t want to leave so badly.
It’s Levi who finally comes to check up on Satan after the rage has subsided. He doesn’t say a word about the books strewn across the floor or his brother’s red-rimmed eyes, only silently helps him tidy up.
He’s another one who doesn’t see you as much as he used to - though not to quite the same extent as Satan. You still find him nearby on many a given day, and he never fails to return to your side with a game in hand in an effort to cheer you up. But there are days where you don’t see him at all - when he locks himself in his room and spends hours just staring blankly into Henry’s aquarium.
Games don’t seem to be any fun when you can’t play along or cheer him on from the sidelines. It doesn’t feel like there’s any point to watching anime or reading manga when you’re nearly always too exhausted for him to hold a conversation with you about it. You try, of course you do, but the way you attempt to give him consistent and coherent replies, the way you try to force your eyes to brighten like they used to - it only ever makes him want to cry.
He’s not used to being this apathetic, to spending so much time simply sitting listlessly, gazing at the reflection of his eyes in Henry’s tank’s glass. On days like this, when he can’t even face his other brothers for fear that he’ll break down upon making eye contact, nothing seems to have any appeal… not when when you can’t be there to have fun with him.
When he does come to find you again, and you lean against his side as he plays through some RPG, the way he curses at his screen making your lips twitch up just a little, he kicks himself for staying away for so long. The truth is, though, is that it’s just so frightening to see you the way you are that, sometimes, it’s easier to just avoid you.
On those days, no matter how desperately he wants to hear your voice and feel your touch, he remains in his room. He doesn’t want to see at you and realise just how much of you he’s already lost.
He wonders how much more of you he can lose before he loses himself as well.
Asmo doesn’t understand Levi’s fear of seeing you. He notices the way you withdraw when you realise that he’s refusing to come out of his room again, and sometimes it sparks a flare of anger so red-hot that he’s storming into his brother’s room to scold him before he even realises it.
Well… no matter. He shouldn't be wasting precious energy on getting angry. Regardless of what his brothers choose to do, Asmo will still be there. He’s determined to always be the one to lift you up - to always be the one first by your side.
He tells you constantly that you’re still just as gorgeous as ever - and yet, at the same time, the decaying face you see in the mirror tells you that he is lying. You disgust even yourself, so how can anyone look at you with anything but revulsion?
You tell him this one day, when your cracked skin and crumbling flesh are too much to bear, when you can scarcely look at yourself without feeling hatred swell like acid in your chest. At that, he becomes quiet and contemplative, and creeps away when you’re occupied by someone else, when he thinks you aren’t looking. You are.
The next day, all the mirrors in the house have disappeared. The windows have been painted with a strange enchanted matte gloss - one layer, two layers, three layers, four - until no reflection can be seen in them, no matter how hard you stare. Asmo takes your hands and promises that he will be your mirror from now on, because his eyes don’t lie to you like your reflection does.
He starts taking the things that make him happy and lavishes them on you in as many quantities as he can. Your nails are a different colour every other day, and every shopping trip he goes on places yet another new outfit in your wardrobe. He doesn’t mind if you don’t wear them for now - they’ll all still be there for when you get better. Because you will.
Solomon spots Asmo out in town one day. For once, his arms aren’t full of bags upon bags of new things for himself - he’s been milling around your favourite shops for the entire trip, appraising each item with care to make sure it’s perfect. Even as Solomon watches, he shakes his head and turns his nose up at a jumper with slightly uneven embrodiery and flounces off to find something else.
He chuckles slightly and turns to make his way home. The substances in his own bag are volatile; he doesn’t want to chance keeping them close for too long.
Solomon understands you better than any of the others can. Like him, you are a human far removed from humanity; like him, you’ve lost many on the long road you walk. Solomon chose to forget that loss and absolve his failures by amassing all the power he could; you, however, bear each loss with you, each one weighing you down further, and maybe that’s why he’s felt the need to protect you so deeply for so long.
He understands, too, why you want death so badly. And maybe he could’ve given it to you - but, like the others, Solomon cannot stop himself from being selfish. There’s something arrogant in the way he’s sure he can come up with something eventually, as well. If anyone can find a cure, it should be him, right?
Nothing seems to come up, but he persists, making use of every single connection he has and digging up long-buried tomes in search of information. His eyesight isn’t what it once was, having been blurred by the endless amounts of magic-thick vapour that his concoctions produce, but it’s good enough to read, and he can always pass the books to Satan once his eyes truly become too weak.
Between his efforts to find a cure, Solomon has been employing himself in creating more temporary solutions as well. Tonics to restore strength, potions to ease pain, elixirs to provide peaceful sleep - all sweetened with honey so that the bitter herbs go down easier.
They never last long before the effects are swallowed by the disease infesting your body, but those short hours where you really do seem stronger are enough to spur him on. He mixes his medicines with even more fervour at every turn, always looking for ways to extend or concentrate their effects.
He refuses to let despair creep into his heart, even when things seems to be at their worst. The moment he lets himself give up, he loses you.
Barbatos, strangely enough, is a frequent visitor to Solomon’s self-proclaimed laboratory. Sometimes it’s to help him, but more often it’s because he needs to make sure Solomon doesn’t end up poisoning you in his attempts to make the medicines more palatable - no matter how proficient he’s becoming as a magical pharmacist, his cooking remains utterly inedible.
He looks in on everyone every now and then. He keeps up to date on which books Satan has been trying, regularly checks what sort of routines you’ve had lately with Lucifer, makes sure Beel knows what sorts of flavours and textures go down easier for you when your throat is so dry that swallowing anything burns. It seems that acting as a constant assistant to the others’ efforts is the only thing he can do - he doesn’t seem to be able to find an individual duty to take care of that hasn’t already been taken over by one of the others.
There had been one duty he had hoped he could fulfil, but... he’s failed you on that front, again and again. He’d tried it endlessly back when the disease first began, and he continues to try it now - but each time feels more hopeless than the last. No matter how many timelines he blips through, how wildly he attempts to wind back the clock, nothing changes.
The world and time itself consists of little more than variables - endless amounts of once-weres, no-longers, and never-will-bes. Barbatos has dealt with these variables for long enough to know that, when one truly settles into place, there is no shifting it. He cannot staunch the wound before it is made, cast the bleeding seconds from his hands like water, even if he rubs them raw.
Time cannot tick backwards, even for a demon like Barbatos.
And, with his power rendered useless, there isn’t anything left that can make his help unique to you. All his connections are Diavolo’s as well, any spells he can cast are just as easy for Lucifer (or, indeed, Solomon) to use, and simple care is something anyone can do. But - and he can’t quite explain why himself - he wants to stand out somehow. He wants to do something special… be special to you in a way that no one else is.
He’s been by the Young Master’s side for so long that it seems anything he does is from within his shadow. There had been a time when he didn’t mind it, but now it seems to be forever plaguing him. When you look at him, he doesn’t want you to see Barbatos, Diavolo’s butler - he just wants you to see him.
When he isn’t checking in on the others or doting on you as much as his limited time can allow, he’s in the kitchen, trying and optimising as many recipes as he can ge his hands on. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Luke is his most common helper in the kitchen.
Or maybe helper isn’t the best word for it. Luke’s come into his own as a baker superbly - if only it had been for a happier reason, it might have been cause for celebration. In his efforts to cheer you up, he’s learnt to innovate and invent by himself, and more often than not he doesn’t need Barbatos’s help.
It’s frustrating, sometimes, the way everyone acts like he’s just some little kid who doesn’t fully understand what’s going on. Luke wants to help, too, but he’s still constantly being brushed aside because he ‘doesn’t understand’, or because he’s ‘too young’.
Too young? He’s lived for plenty of years, and he knows full well how awful the illness affecting you is. He knows that your state is too fragile to let you go out, he knows that you barely even look alive, he knows that you won’t be able to beam at him like you usually do. He knows all of this, and he understands it - so why, why won’t they let him see you?
It’s only rarely that he can properly see you, and even then they never let them stay for long. He comes to drop off cakes and biscuits, and before he’s even said three sentences, he’s being herded out by the others under pretence of letting you rest.
The worst part is that you don’t protest. You only smile weakly and wave as he attempts to shake off the demons guiding him out, as if… as if you don’t really want to see him.
He kicks himself as soon as he thinks that, though. It’s not that you don’t want to see him - you don’t want him to see you like this.
But he isn’t a baby, and he doesn’t need you to protect him from confronting the truth. All he needs is to see you, to talk to you… to know that, despite everything, you're still alive. As long as he knows you’re still there, he can hope that you’ll get better.
He has all the time in the world. He can wait for a cure to be found - and then, when the day comes, he’ll be there, with fresh pastries in hand and the biggest smile he can muster. There’ll be so much to talk to you about by then. And… he supposes there’s a kind of comfort to knowing that you’ll be able to listen to him with your old liveliness, instead of this new dead exhaustion.
One day. The cure will come… one day. Simeon’s promised that it will, after all.
He looks where none of the others can, using his own permissions as a higher-ranking angel and Barbatos’s help to sneak back and forth between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. He’s spent so many hours in the Celestial Library Pavillion that its marbled walls and arching bookshelves are almost as familiar as his own bed, and he plucks flowers and herbs from the garden so often that his fingers are almost constantly stinging, scratched raw by thorns that his gloves can’t fully shield against.
He doesn’t dare to bring things back in large quantities for fear that it’ll raise suspicion, and he chooses the most deserted corners of the Library Pavillion to read, brushing off questions with the excuse that he needs the quietude to concentrate on research for something or another. Most of the angels that he does come across don’t bother questioning him, and they’re low-ranking enough that they wouldn’t have any contact with the higher-ups that might be more cautious.
Lucifer warns him multiple times of the dangers of stealing or attempting to imitate the Celestial Realm’s remedies - after all, he’s witnessed first-hand what the consequences can be for an angel who commits such a crime. Simeon doesn’t care, though. He can be cautious, he can be secretive; as long as he maintains a low profile, he won’t be caught.
One day, Solomon asks where he got this confidence from, only half-jokingly. Simeon simply shrugs in reply.
The real answer is simply that he cannot be caught. There’s a real chance that the cure lies somewhere in the Celestial Realm’s endless books or sprawling gardens, or maybe in a combination of the two, and as long as that chance is there, he’ll cling to it for all that he’s worth. He won’t let it get away.
And, should he get caught… he has a plan for that. A desperate and foolish plan, of course, the kind of plan that a hero on the page might come up with when their back’s against the wall, but it just might work. Simeon never used to think of himself as a particularly reckless angel, but he supposes that everything changes when it’s you on the line.
After all, there are some smiles worth losing an angelhood for.
You watch as, day by day, your boys rush back and forth, some attending to you, some with their nose buried in a book, some chasing after leads and interrogating someone over the phone. They seem to be stuck in perpetual motion, always rushing, rushing from one idea to the next, digging desperately in hopes that they might finally strike gold.
Sometimes you don’t understand why, but you can’t bring yourself to ask them - what is it that makes you special enough to warrant all of this?
Funnily enough, it’d probably be easier to find a way to simply end you entirely than to find a cure for this pestilence. But they’d never even considered it; the idea would never have come to mind if you hadn’t begged Diavolo and Lucifer to help you end it. They’d never thought of anything but to help you get better - and, if they couldn’t do that, to at least make sure you were comfortable and cared-for as possible.
So you begin to hold on tighter to that hope that your boys seem to cling to so desperately. If they can still care for you, still hold you in such high regard, still consider you so special and precious, the least you can do is believe them when they tell you that you are well and truly loved.
And, who knows? Maybe, one day, the cure really will come.
You smile to yourself. Wouldn’t that just be the most wonderful thing?
192 notes · View notes
arcadejohn127-9 · 6 months ago
Okay so I have a personal head cannon that demon hunters are a thing in the Obey Me World. So I wondering if you could do the brother and undatables finding out that a bunch on demon hunters kidnapped MC while they were in human world because they found out of MCs packs. Your writing is so good, honestly this is one of my favorite Obry Me accounts.
Thank you! It gives me pride for being one your favourites!
I love expanding the world of obey me and idea of hunters is one that seems realistic in a world of demons and angels and just in general, really interesting. Before I joined writing on Tumblr I was actually a Wattpad author and one my books was about a monster hunter who got in a love square with Frankenstein's monster, Dr Jekyll and Mr hyde
Never finished it but it was fun concept so any type of supernatural hunter already just wins in my department
Do I have a thing for making the demons violent and showing off a more aggressive and bloody side to them? Yes, I really do
Warning: kidnapping, gore-ish, violence, religious themes, angst, guns, mentions of torture, long
Your breathing grew heavier as the crushing feeling on your chest continued to grow, your heart slamming against your ribcage. Begging to be released from its suffocating prison. If it weren't for the lump in your throat you were sure your heart would of leapt out of it. 
your feet pounded against the street beneath you; you were running faster than you’ve ever ran before. How did it get to this situation? well, you didn't have time to reminisce but to make a long story short - a group of demon hunters revealed themselves to you and are now chasing you down as you refused to cooperate. they wanted to use you for your pact and you didn’t want to be involved, especially seeing as they were literal demon hunters! they were going to kill your friends! 
but sadly, fate was not on your side. your ankle twisted to the side, pain shooting up from your ankle all the way to your knee. rope surrounded you, you thrashed against the net as your body slammed to the floor. The last thing you saw was the hunter tower above you, the butt of their gun coming down on your head. 
when you finally woke up you already had a gun back in your face, you tried to escape but you were forced backwards. chains rattling behind you. you looked behind you to see you were chained to a cross, both your wrists and ankles were bound.
Your situation only grew worse when the hunter Infront of you snarled down at you. Demanding you used your pacts, spitting on your face. You thrusted forward, matching their snarl as you bared your teeth at them. Demon mannerisms have rubbed off on you but it wasn't doing you any good. The gun clicked, unlocking off safety mode.
Your heart sunk immediately.
"Use your pact or else."
You could only hear the blood rushing through your ears. Trembling as their finger slowly pressed on the trigger. You knew they were going to kill the brother's if you did but you were terrified that were going kill you. You shook your head, letting it hang low as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.
You kept refusing to use your pact and summon the seven demons. Every time you refused they'd hurt you; kicking you, slamming the guns butt down on your head, throwing your head back on the cross. You could barely hear what they said, they just kept screaming at you. Calling you filth and a traitor to mankind.
Despite all the pain you were grateful they weren't killing you. You just had to keep pushing your luck. You couldn't summon them no matter how scared you were. You refused. You couldn't do it.
But fortunately, Magic doesn't always act the way you want it to. Your soul - your entire being BEGGED to be saved. You wanted to save yourself, you desperately tried to spark at the chains and remember any spells but your mind was at a blur. nothing was processing.
You cried out when you saw the large magic circle appear on the floor. You tried desperately to close the summoning circle, cursing to yourself. You demanded your magic to listen to you but it wouldn't work. The brothers symbols appearing in each part and soon enough, they appeared in full demon form.
his wings blocked at the rapid bullets going their way
His whip quick to come out and wrap around a hunters wrists, he twisted his hand around it and pulled the poor hunter towards him
"This isn't very welcoming, now is it? How bold."
the hunter went flying, the brothers dodging in time
He smirked, a bullet between his teeth and more between his fingers
Steam was drifting off them but he just crushed the metal bullets with no other thought
"How nice of ya to give me a gift~! You really know how to make a demon happy."
He spat out the last bullet and it went flying, hitting a hunters eye
The ground shook beneath you, many hunters missing their shot at his brothers
A crab like beast bursted out of the ground, sewer sludge splattering on the floor
It swiped and grabbed at the hunters, screams filling the space, bodies snipped in half in seconds
"You're all worse than Normies! You took the wrong human from the wrong demons!"
he back hand slapped a hunter that approached him, growling
He leapt off the crab, grabbing the nearest hunter to him by the head
Their neck snapped to an odd angle and they immediately dropped
"This isn't how I expected to spend my evening but you took my reading won't receive my mercy."
He shoved his clawed hands through their chests and spines, ripping out the first organ or bone he could grab
He didn't lie, he didn't show an ounce of mercy
His wings flapped behind him, he dragged his claws along the backs of the hunters he flew past
Giggling as they screamed in pain
"Aww I'm just flirting, was it really that bad?"
He pouted before swiping at their faces
Shoving another hunter towards his more violent brother
Whilst he had no issue letting himself get wild, he saw how scared you looked
He didn't want to get too dirty or else how could he comfort you?
Beel could be ruthless if TRUELY provoked
And hearing your whimpers when he arrived stirred furious anger within him
When he finally saw your beaten state it made him snap
Hungry for blood
Hunters head being crushing with ikr hand
"You don't even look appealing to eat, you're worst than Solomon's cooking."
He took a chunk out of one hunter when they aimed at one of his brother's
Refusing to let his family get hurt
We all know he's cold blooded
So it was no surprise blood was gushing everywhere
His dream dust filling his area and nightmares surrounded the hunters
"They're mine....and yet you stole them and hurt them, you're disgusting."
hunters would disappear into the mist and not come back out alive
Bodies littering the floor as he swooped through
As soon as things got gory your eyes were sealed shut, trying to shut out the sound of flesh tearing and screams of agony. Whimpering as you thought about the brothers smiling faces, how gentle and soft they usually were. Chanting in your head that they were here to save you, you were safe, they're still them.
You screamed as your body was lifted off the platform you were on, the cross rising. You were now fully crucified; feet slipping as you struggled against the cross. The chains were barely supporting your weight so you just dangled, fear rising in you.
Mammon charged towards you, his brothers continuing to fight against the hunters. He ripped the chains out of the cross, you fell right into his arms, your heart thumping against your chest.
"look at what they did to you....I shouldn't of protected ya, I hope you'll learn to forgive me - they busted you up real bad."
He caressed your cheek; eyes glaring at your busted lip and the many bruises forming on your face. You winced when his hand touched the side of your head, he recoiled feeling something warm on his palm. It was blood. YOUR blood.
He almost broke down right there and then, looking at how hurt you were - he couldn't handle it.
"thanks...that makes me feel so much better." You let out a pained laugh, hoping to make him feel better.
He only frowned more, softly rubbing his thumb on your cheek. It was obvious he was struggling to keep himself calm. You held his hand, showing off your best smile.
"i don't blame any of you, the hunters did this, okay? You didn't do anything wrong."
Your sweet moment was ruined when the 6 brothers backed all bumped into the two of you. Forming a protective ring as the hunters surrounded them; it seemed like there was no end.
You raised your shaky hands, magic swirling around your wrists and to your fingertips. You barely had enough strength to put on a little light show but you weren't going to just let the demons defend you without even trying to help.
It your lucky day as suddenly, the hunters hideout doors bursted open. You could barely make out the outside but there was blood coating every wall, steam coming off dead bodies. Soon enough four figures emerged and your heart almost leapt out of your throat.
Lucifer growled as he strangled a hunter, turning his attention to the new comers.
"I'm surprised you came so late, espically with the company with you, my lord."
Diavolo laughed, his hands coming together as his magic flared brightly. Barbatos had his arms behind his back, smiling to all of you.
"Forgive our tardy timing, these hunters are determined."
"don't forget us, though I may of caused us to take our time, it's been so long since I've fought this many people."
Solomon adjusted his sleeves, his many pacts glowing against his skin. Simeon, unlike the others, looked completely untouched by the chaos. Smiling as he kept his hands together.
"I beg for your forgiveness (Y/N), It appears we've angered Lucifer more than the hunters have."
Time slowed down within the room, only the hunters going still
Their movements frustratingly slow
"I think it's best to clean up this situation whilst you take (Y/N) back, they've seen enough."
He looked at Lucifer, both men nodding
The prince moved freely through the frozen room, eyeing the amount of hunters
He bowed to the brothers, offering you a comforting smile
"I must agree with my lord, things will get rather unpleasant."
He slowly slipped off his gloves
He approached you, gently handing you his gloves and patted your shaky hands
A silent request to keep them safe for him
The wizard blew the steam off his wand
Smirking as he pointed it towards the magic still present around your wrists
"Isn't it good I came along? You're going to fall sleep if you keep using your powers, little apprentice, let me open a portal for you."
Just as he finished talking he summoned a portal to the devildom
He gave you a small salute
He hastily rushed towards you all
Checking on each brother for any serious harm, thankful they were okay
He turned his attention to you, doing the same
"all is going to be okay, I promise, I'll bring over some desserts when we get back - tell Luke I won't be long, I know he's anxious about your safety."
He walked you to the portal, caressing your hands
You got a gentle push towards the portal
Once you were all through the portal, you completely shattered. Crumbling to the floor as you broke down sobbing. The brothers tried to approach you again but your nostrils flared, face scrunching up in disgust. They reeked of blood and guts.
Beels mouth was covered in blood, flesh between his fangs. Levithans hands trembling from adrenaline red and stained with blood. Belphegor was showered in the red liquid, a feral look still in his eye. Mammon was the most clean out of all of them but he had blood dripping down him. Asmodeus had flesh on his nails and blood on his cheek. Satan looked just as drenched as belphegor, his shoulders shaking with anger. And finally, Lucifer was the second cleanist but he still was no better than the others.
"i need time to- time to calm down....just.... please just wash."
They all accepted your wishes, hesitant but they understood your predicament.
You laid on the floor, chains still on your wrists and ankles. They felt so tight on your limbs, you whimpered as they scratched at your skin. It took one small burst of magic to make them drop; you were finally free.
You continued to just lay on the floor, shakily grabbing a nearby pillow. Inhaling the sweet comforting scent, letting it fill your scenes. Everytime you even smelled a faint swift of the gore-ish scene from before you just took in another deep inhale.
You laid there for what felt like hours. Silently crying as you hugged the pillow.
You grounding yourself. Reminding yourself you were safe and back in your room. The brothers were safe and they weren't mindless beasts.
You rolled on your side, something poking your hip. It was your phone. You pulled it out from your pocket and began to type, messaging Luke that Simeon was okay aswell as you, apologizing for not seeing him in person. You sent him a quick selfie of you smuggled into your pillow and tried to look somewhat happy. Hoping it'll comfort him.
It wasn't a moment later until you heard a knock at your door. You questioned who it was.
"we're all clean now, meet us in the living room if you want....I made your favourite drink~" Asmo's voice was soft, gentle on your ringing ears.
A small smile appeared on your face. Shuffling out of your room still hugging your pillow, trailing after the lustful demon. Soon enough, you were both entering the living room.
The room was dim, the fireplace being it's only lighting and warming the room up nicely. There must of been something with the wood as it smelled so comforting. The brothers all sat along the sofa, Some on the floor. Everyone had their own drink, blankets and pillows surrounding them.
You curled up in the middle of the sofa, letting yourself be engulfed in multiple hugs. Everyone touching you in some way and you all just sat there. In peaceful silence as you just hugged.
You really needed this....
"thank you for saving me."
"We'll always save you"
"you can always count on us-!"
"I won't let this happen to you again, I promise to protect you better."
"no one is allowed to touch you like that, I won't let them."
"You don't need to thank us, darling."
"I will always make sure you're safe, no Matter what."
"I won't fail you again."
you all hugged each other even tighter, embracing each others comfort and warmth. Tears falling and soothing words shared, each brother did their best to be strong. But even they couldn't stop themselves from shedding tears when the adrenaline died.
They almost lost you. You were kidnapped and hurt because of your connection to them. They were never going to let you get harmed again, no matter the cost.
684 notes · View notes
yukieyy · a month ago
{Obey me x fem Mc}
{Replaced Mc Au}
TW: mentions of abuse (whip), body insecurity, foul language
Genre: Fluff, angst
Part 5
Part 4 → ♡
{A/n: hey beautiful! Hope you have a nice day and don't forget to eat and drink water okay? There's another note down there, pls do read them<3}
Song:(づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ. & ⊂(・▽・⊂)
"Mc? Are you in there?" A voice called out from outside your door.
You got up from your desk and opened it.
"oh, hi there," You said with an arched brow, looking at Mammon that was very anxiously standing in front of you.
"Uh.. can you help me with something?," Mammon asked as he scratched his his neck nervously
"for fuck's sake get onto it Mammon, what do you need?" You frowned.
"okay okay, you don't have to get mad y'know? Can you lend me some money?" Mammon said with a sheepish grin.
"absolutely not ." You said and was about to slam the door in his face like he did before but he managed to grab it,
"wait wait wait please? Like I'll pay you back. For real! I swear! Just a few hundred, you have it right?" He asked again.
"Yes I do but I will certainly not. Give them to you. Who knows what you're gonna do with it?"
Mammon sighed, putting his hands on his hips. He looked down and sighed again. He looked to his right and left before leaning forward.
"I wanna buy Ayla a birthday dress," he whispered.
'outstanding effort Mammon.' you snickered to yourself
"And? What does that have to do with me?" You snapped, the audacity of this man was ridiculous.
"oh come on! Help me out a little here won't ya?!" Mammon exclaimed,throwing his hands up .
"I still don't see why I'm supposed to help you give her a surprise gift. You want it to be special, yet you asked Me for money? Are you really that pathetic?" You asked, frowning.
Mammon gasped a little. " You? You're calling me pathetic? What is it actually? You're jealous she's gonna be prettier when she wore the dress I'm gonna buy with your money? That's it isn't it? Well blame your mother for giving birth to you in the same day as her."
' I'm older than her you fucking shit , i was born on that date first. '
You held back your tongue, closed your eyes and exhaled before opening them again. You walked inside, grabbed your purse and took out a few bills, shove them into his hand. You pulled him close by his tie and whispered,
"pay me back the day before the party. If you don't. I won't hesitate to kill you and that's a promise Mammon." Letting go of him, you slammed the door and went back to your desk, there's no way you can study now.
And a few days passed just like that. You bickering with the brothers,shouting and even almost physically fighting with them. Only reason you stopped was because Ayla came and dragged the brothers away.
For instance the incident this morning,
"mc? You're going for a run? Unexpected" Belphegor asked with a smirk as he saw you tying your shoes in front of the door.
You turned to him and made a thinking face
"hmm, I think I'm gonna go visit your father, give him a little kiss y'know? As a thank you for kicking you out of heaven." You shrugged.
Belphie was fuming, "hey if we didnt get kicked out you won't be here you know?"
You laughed, "what a very sweet dream,"
Belphie stormed towards you but was stopped by ayla who pulled him by his hood.
"Enough Belphie. She's fucking with you and you know it. Drop it." Ayla said to Belphie. Belphie grunt and shook Ayla off.
You grabbed your water bottle, "Whoo! Knight in Shining armour! Here to dave the day again! Good job Ayla!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air and laughed while running out.
"Mc darling, stop frowning before the crease stayed on your forehead and make your skin worse," Asmo said when he noticed you typing on your phone.
"Like yours did?" You answered without looking at him.
"excuse me? My skin is flawless," He defend himself.
"Your personality isn't though, you're still a fucking demon. I can't imagine how you were once an angel" You spit before going back to text Solomon.
"That's too much Mc." Satan said.
You looked at him. "Thanks for the information,"
Before you know it your D.D.D was snatched away, "hey! What-"
"apologize," Lucifer said while pointing at Asmo.
"For What?" You asked him.
"Mc." Lucifer warns.
"Congrats!!you still remember my name." You said with a smile.
Lucifer raised his hand, "go ahead. Drag me by my neck again. Do it. Slap me if you want to. I'm pretty sure Your Highness would love hearing about this." You smirked.
Lucifer frowned and dropped his hand.
"Mc that's enough," Ayla spoke walking towards you.
You raised your hand to Ayla in a stopping motion, "nuh uh, I'm not gonna listen to you." You said to her.
"Mc what the fuck got into you? You've been a bitch the second I step a foot in here!" Ayla exclaimed.
"excuse me?! I was nice to you Ayla! Have you forgotten who helped you when you first arrived?!" You shouted.
"ME! you did nothing! You were just walking beside me while talking about inaccurate stuff about the place! You knew nothing about RAD yet you brought me to a tour?! What a joke Mc." Ayla said with a scoff.
You got up from your seat and walked up to her. "Now listen here little princess, Be thankful that none of the demons ate you out of curiosity because I told them you were another Transfer student under Lord Diavolo's command and watch. Your ass wouldn't survive a day if I didn't." You finish your retort with a jab to her shoulder.
Ayla scoffed "excuse me? They didn't eat me because I am in the care of the 7 Demon Brothers, who would want to harm me?" She spoke bashfully. Face high looking down on you ,you can sense the pride in her tone.
"As far as I know, Demons don't eat human with dull souls. And your "demon brothers" once told me they have a hard time containing themselves because my soul is very appetizing. Funny how they didn't have to control themselves with you huh?" You laughed
And before you know it, a sharp pain landed at the back of your thighs, causing you to fall forward on your knees.
"Shut your mouth now before I sew it off,", Lucifer said. You looked up to him and saw him in his demon form,holding a burning whip.
"Go ahead," you said with a smirk.
With that, Lucifer continued whipping your body, the brothers did nothing but watch, whip after whip, you could feel your tears running, You bit your lips until it was bleeding.
Opening your mouth, you tried to speak but your lips shut themselves. Your eyes widen. Satan crouched down in front of you, "keep that nasty tongue in place. You don't want me to cut it off now do you?".
You glares at him and looked at Mammon who was laughing. Your eyes turned to Ayla and saw her smirking. Your eyes burn with hatred as you receive whip after whip from Lucifer.
Once Lucifer finished taking out his anger on you. He grabbed you by your hair and whispered.
"keep that Envy to yourself before I ask the Avatar Of Envy to swallow you whole. Now be good for once and get out of my sight," he threw you harshly.
Tears that ran down your face after he said that, was not tears of fear nor it was of sadness. You were mad, angry, dissapointed even. Inhaling deeply you tried to got uo but failed as the whip marks burn terribly, you swore you could feel blood running down.
'real pathetic Mc '
"Mammon, get her to her room. Lock it. Don't let her out," Lucifer said.
"you got it bro!"
Mammon came close to you and grimaced, "ugh, you look terrible, not that you ever look not terrible anyways,"
' I am so gonna kill you ' you glared at him as he grabbed your arm, you shook his hand away,
Mammon grabbed you by your hair and made you stand up. You groan in pain and breathe heavily,
"oh come on now Mc! Why do you have to ruin the beautiful white carpet like that?"
You looked down and sure enough, you were bleeding and it was dripping onto the carpet.
Mammon dragged you and throw you into your room. "See ya in 100 years! That's if, you are alive of course," and he slammed the door,you don't even have to go to the door to know that it was locked with magic.
You sighed and tried to move but you were getting dizzy, your vision started to blur,
' no, you can't faint here, anywhere else but here, '
'get out Mc'
' jump out the window, you did this before you can do it again '
'but where will I go? '
Your head was starting to hurt now. You kept trying to speak but your lips was shut off so tightly. You opened the window and sighed in relief when it wasn't blocked.
' Intelligent Demon Brothers my ass. It's twice now that he didn't bother locking the window '
You took a peek down. 'when the fuck did second floor got so high?'
You were hesitant to jump, you paced back and forth slowly, as you can't really move that fast anymore, your eyes caught a pink container.
'right, Beel said he was going to Hell's Kitchen..'
Your heart ached at the thought of leaving him mysteriously again. You grabbed a post-it note and wrote down that you were leaving because something happens and left it inside the empty pink container.
You peeked down the window again.
'what if I just stay here?'
' I'll die.'
'what if I jumped and they found me?'
'well, I die?'
'....better die trying then'
With a deep breath you jumped out and managed to land, harshly, you groan in pain when your left leg throbbed, 'didnt Beel heal it?'
Looking around, you noticed some lower-level demon in the woods looking at you. that's when you remembered, you were bleeding.
Doing your best, you ran as fast as you can. Somewhere,anywhere, but everytime you stop, new folks came up, drooling, eager to have a taste.
'oh for fuck's sake were they starved or something?!'
You ran until you found an alley. You rushed into it and leaned against the wall, grimacing in pain. Crouching down, you grit your teeth and continue a little breathing routine you made up to ease the pain.
Once you were sure the demons were gone, You dragged your limping self to the last place you could think of.
The Demon Castle.
You would go to Purgatory Hall but you wouldn't dare traumatizing Luke in the middle of the night like this.
With erratic breathing, you knocked on the huge door. Frantically. The door opened and you were met with a very confused Barbatos.
"Mc? What are you doing here?"
You waved and give him a smile
and you were out cold.
To Be Continued
← →
{Taglist : @whiterabbit14 @nincomplexity @iateaglowstick @neptune-cinths @kiyokoshii @feed-my-downfall @stressed-cryptid @deadmansdoctor @trappola-caramel-yua @jiminslajibolala @sinnoman @mammons-wife @beautiful-dirty-poor @wwwurmomcom123 @d-ominoo @gayassfuckinghomosexual @roxu-radio @lucifersangel1992 @solomonsdarling @alphabetgirl9000 @just-tryna-vibe-my-boi @otomae-game-lover @lxlxpt1 @moonreaper25 @arinlove @sucker-for-angst-and-fluff @sstefia }
{ i will be tagging the people on this taglist for the next part, if you wanna be apart of it leave a reply ( ◜‿◝ )♡, also uh... Idk why I can't tag some people? Can someone tell me?}
567 notes · View notes
angel-le-pan · 4 months ago
Hey y'all I just realized that the animation match and I have come up with some theories
(A/N: I don't have the cards so I haven't see the devilgram story so please people who have read it correct me if I'm wrong):
I think Satan's animation is obviously about his birth and Lucifer's fall and he is crying because he can still feel Lucifer's emotion of sadness because he brings his brothers down with him.
But for Solomon we must see the definition of the flower he is holding (It looks like a white rose)
White roses often represent purity, innocence, and youthfulness. White roses are sometimes referred to as bridal roses because of their association with young love and eternal loyalty. White roses can also symbolize a new beginning and everlasting love.
So we know that the person is really important to Solomon and that might be Solomon's last lover before he met MC.
But because the animations are matching I have a theory:
As we know Lilith was brought back to life as a human for her happiness with her lover. This might seem very ridiculous (I came up with this after I saw the animation) but I have a theory that Solomon was Lilith's said lover and he likes MC the same reason as the demon brothers (Except mammon) on loving MC, which is because MC is Lilith's descendant and Solomon likes MC because it reminds him of Lilith as in this theory, his past lover.
425 notes · View notes