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darknessawaits28 · 4 months

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[The Love of the Beast]

((Hello, my lovies, I hope you are having a wonderful weekend! Wanted to give you a girl and beast love story. I was going to do a sexy scene, but I wasn't sure, so let me know if yall want a pt2, and I'll give you a good smut scene if you want, of course! Thank you for all your support and for being awesome! Love you all!! Don't forget to like, follow, and obey ;3 :P ))

Sounds of roars and groans echoed along the brick walls. The flutter of beautiful toasty brown eyes opening could be heard ringing against the ears of the little mice that scurried around.

"Ah, where am I," a girl moaned as she slowly sat up from the frigid cold ground.

"Who dares interrupt my slumber?" A low growl came from behind the girl.

The girl jumped violently, quickly turning her back to face the darkness behind her. "Um..I'm sorry....I-I didn't mean to interrupt your slumber...I just appeared here?"

The voice growled once again, making an appearance in the little light that gleamed through the glass pane on the ceiling. "So they sent you as an offering to me huh?"

The girl's heart sunk at the sight of the beastly man. His body was twice her size; his hands had claws of a ravenous wolf; fangs were already peering out of the the sides of his mouth; and his eyes....were the shape of the crescent moon. "W-What do you mean o-offering?"

The monstrous man's lips curled into a hungry smile, his enormous form approaching the girl and using his brutish hands to pin her to the ground. "Every year, on the first of October, the people of your village send me a human offering." "In return, I don't destroy their homes or ravish on their virgin women." "As you can clearly deduce, your people sold you out and sent me such a delicatable virgin" he groaned, his long wet tongue running across the girls neck, causing her to shiver in fear.

"Please, don't hurt me..." the girl begged for her life, tears dripping down the sides of her cheeks.

The man chuckled at her pleas, licking his chops to prepare himself for the feast until he caught a glimpse of the marking on her shoulder. "Where did you get that tattoo?" He growled, ripping her dress off her shoulder to get a better look at it.

"This silly thing...my best friend.... gave it to me....before he....died....at the hands of trion......". "I never got the chance to proclaim my love for him...he was quite funny and....kind.....too bad huh," she sadly chuckled.

"Beth?" The beast gasped, his enormous clawed hand grasping onto her cheek to see her face.

"Damion?" Beth gasped as well, staring deep into his eyes, more tears forming in her eyes.

"Yes, my beautiful water Lily" Damion smiled, his eyes softening as he embraced her.

"I-I thought I lost you!" She cried with joy and sadness, snuggling close to him, finding his furry form to be warm and endearing.

"You didn't, my love," he cooed, pulling her away slightly and leaning down to press his snout against her nose. "I promised long ago that I would never leave you, remember" he smiled, using his tongue to lick her lips.

"Oh, you lug head," she chuckled, pressing a kiss to his snout. "Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to have to twist your tail?" she giggled, playing with his perched ears as she waited for him to explain his predicament.

#werewolves #love story #love #smut

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otome-scribbles · 3 years

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Broken Trust: Other Characters

Deus, Lucifer's former Father

Michael

Demon King Damion

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#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me michael #obey me damion #obey me deus

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watercolorfreckles · 5 years

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The Siren - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

The siren and her captain prepared to leave for land. They sat on the rock, observing each other with intrigue as they weighing the trust they held for each other.

“How far a swim is the surface?” the captain asked.

“Only a couple minutes.”

His eyebrow raised. “Only?”

“You survived the first time, didn’t you?”

“I do believe, love, I was drowning the first time,” he murmured.

She smiled at him, setting her face aglow, a star all her own. “Shouldn’t pirates be competent swimmers?”

“Competent, yes. But we don’t have gills.”

She smirked and lowered herself into the water, holding her hand out to him. “You’ll make it.”

The captain sighed and took her hand, sliding into the water beside her.

“Take a breath.”

The captain obeyed, heart squirming with unease when the mermaid dove under, towing him with her. He kicked his legs so as to not be dead weight, and opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear the salty sting that blurred his vision. It was dark, but a few tendrils of light filtered through the far away surface. How long would he be able to hold out before he needed to take a breath?

The way the siren moved was a perfect picture of grace, even under water. She seemed to command the water, her tail stroking its path in fluid sweeps. The cold of the depths sent a wave of ice through the pirate’s veins, the chill settling under his skin.

Even so, the captain felt peaceful. There was a silence, serene and encompassing at such depths. He chose to focus on this instead of the way his lungs were beginning to burn. He kicked his legs a little faster in an attempt to reach the surface more quickly, but it still loomed an impossible distance above them. His chest began to ache and a spike of panic gripped him. He needed air. He squeezed the siren’s hand.

The siren looked at him questioningly as if she didn’t understand what was wrong. Realization flashed across her expression and she smiled at him, mischief gleaming in her eyes. The captain gripped her skin more tightly and pointed at his throat, desperate.

She wrapped her free arm around his waist, drawing him further up in the water to face him so that they were level. She smoothed her thumb over his lips before kissing them, offering him air. He accepted it greedily, breathing it in. The siren pulled away for a beat before pressing her lips to his again, giving him more. Her touch was intoxicating, sending warmth through his iced body. He took in the breath, tied over for the remaining distance, but instead of releasing her, he kissed her properly, pressing closer to the mermaid.

He felt the smile in her lips as she kissed back, searing away the remaining cold as she laced a hand through his hair, soft and weightless underwater. After a moment, the pirate forced himself to pull back so they could continue toward the surface. The siren took his hand again, towing him the remaining distance.

As they got closer, more streams of light illuminated the sea around them until they finally broke the surface. The captain gasped in a breath, grateful to be surrounded by air again. The wind bit into his skin and he shivered. The mermaid pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, causing his breathing to hitch.

“Cold, are you, love? Humans are so fragile. It’s embarrassing.”

Heat crept up his neck to the spot she’d touched. “Yeah...embarrassing,” he murmured.

She curved in the water so she was in front of him, wearing a smile that dazed the captain’s senses. “Come, we’re nearly to shore.”

She tugged him along and he swam behind her until they reached land. Even though the siren had been doing most of the work, the captain’s limbs ached terribly. He climbed onto the awaiting dock, slumping there to catch his breath.

The siren breached the surface and leaned on the edge of the dock with one arm, pulling herself up far enough to snatch his wrist. “Remember your promise, Captain. You are to return to me, with a means to getting legs. If you’re not back in three days, I will hunt your crew and drive your ships against the rocks before calling them to join me underwater one by one until they’re all but soggy corpses, do you understand?”

It was the captain’s turn to flash a smirk, stroking the pulse of her wrist with his thumb, amused by her almost desperate grip on him. He kissed her knuckles. “I assure you, love, there will be no need for that. Though perhaps I should find your lack of confidence in me insulting.”

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.” He winked at her. “Show a little faith, Beauty.”

He began to pull away from her grip, but she tightened it instead, studying him.

“You’ve yet to offer me your name,” she spoke.

“Perhaps I enjoy hearing you call me captain, mm?”

“Cute. Name.”

“What’s yours?” he asked.

The siren huffed softly. “Calypso.”

“Well, Calypso. Captain Damion Braize II at your service. I’ll be back in less than three days, cross my heart.”

The siren smiled, masking the slight distrust that picked at her. “Funny. I wasn’t aware ruthless pirate captains had those.”

“Have what?”

“A heart.”

“Very funny.” He reached over the edge of the pier to tuck the siren’s blonde waves behind her ear. “I’ll be back. You have my word.”

Calypso released her grip on him, letting him straighten and stand up. He winked back at her as he walked away. Captain Damion Braize, she reminisced, quite some captain, indeed.

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moonhawk147 · 7 years

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Anon here! This also ties into my TC Origins so sorry about that!

Eve and Damion Enkai were proud rulers of the Silvermaw People. The tribal people believed heavily in tradition. The king and queen had two kids, an Ancestral Conjuring born and a Possession Magic born, the two of the most powerful types. The eldest is named Harvey Soros Enkai. He not only is the heir to the throne, but he also the owner of the Serene Rock amulet. A powerful stone that enhances the users magic ability to the point of over powered for a few moments. The second and youngest born is Xaviar Seto Enkai. At age five Xaviar “left”. And here is the eldets’ story…

(Note: Copied this from other doc so transition not smooth)

From a young age, I was told I was different. I never believed them, everyone is told that. “You’re different then the rest!” “You’ll grow up to do amazing things!” “You’re gonna be the most powerful sorcerer that has ever lived!” Okay that last one is a stretch I’ll admit, no one could be more powerful than the god-blood Thaumus, but the point is that’s what everyone tells their kids. “You’re special my ass,” I mutter to myself, trying to tie my long hair into a ponytail. The purple wool robe I was forced to wear rubs against my skin, irritating it to no end, “Stupid tradition bullshit, making me wear an uncomfortable itchy ass robe,” I grumble to myself, getting up from my stool to make the throne room. Already dreading the ceremony, I make sure I take my time. The ceremony isn’t bad just… painful.

“Every prince has to go through this,” Mom told me, running her fingers through my hair. “But mom, I don’t want to be a prince,” I argue, “I wanna learn about the world! And I can’t do that sitting on a throne looking pretty!” My mom smiles, kissing my head and removing her fingers, “I know deary, and one day you will, but trust me when I say that for now just play along. The kingdom may be corrupt but you will become Lumen, light, for us. Fate works in strange ways Soros, dispute what people here think, you can make your own destiny,” My mom told me, giving me an affectionate smile, “Now, brush your hair. I’ll be in the throne room waiting for you.”

Opening the door, I see my father patiently waiting for me upon his golden throne. My mom stands next to him, a small sad smile on her face as she sees me. Finally my… my boyfriend stands next to her. His golden blond hair seeming brighter today, his baby blue eyes hold so much joy and hope I could almost start crying. “Soros, Solace, are you two ready for the ceremony?” My father asks. “Yes sir,” Solace tells him, a warm yet sad smile upon his face. I just nod, knowing the moment I open my mouth I’ll break down in tears. “Place your hands on his shoulders and repeat after me in Latin,” My father tells Solace. Nodding, Solace obeys, placing his hands on my shoulders. His touch is gentle and warm. “I, Brice Solace, agree to give up my powers to Soros Harvey.” “Ego Bricius Solamen erat, bellis conveniunt meum dare potestatem velut Soros Harvey,” He repeats, his eyes beginning to glow a soft blue. “By the sun and moon, I give up my life for you.” With one last kiss on my nose, Brice finishes the ceremony, “Sol et luna vires tibi dabo…” And with that, we collapse. Only one of us would ever wake up.

~5 years later~

With a bored look, I sit in front of my father as he drones on about some topic that I don’t care about. Ever since mom died and brother has “left”, nothing has been the same. At times he is alone with me, he does nothing but use me as an experiment to see if he can capture my magic and use to to revive mom. I have magic burns on my shoulders from when he tried to capture my mana and another magic burn on my chest from where he tried to harness Brice. “You got that Soros?” My father asks. “Yeah something about a war,” I yawn, my voice monotone. Before my father could reply to me, the large throne room door opens and in steps a dragon human… thing. “Hey, my name is Ty and I’m here for your son.”

#xaviars story #in short #Dad used Seto as an experiment #What isn't stated is that dad is a major perfectionist #and has beat Seto if he fucks up a spell

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otome-scribbles · 3 years

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Navratri: Day One - Shailaputri [Obey Me]

Mt. Kailash, Himalayan Mountains.

The snow capped mountain tops were beautiful, and the air was crisp and fresh.

"Your family lives here?" Satan asked, looking around for any sign of danger. It was too peaceful for comfort.

"I was born here, my friend," Esshra chuckled. "But yes, I live here..."

Two giant snakes came up and curled themselves around her ankles, eyeing the seven avatars with suspicion.

"Shesha Naaga. Vasuki Naaga. Calm down....They're friends who have come for Ma Durga's birthday. Easy now...."

Both snakes went back to Vishnu and Shiva, wrapped around their bodies.

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"So, since I hadn't explained Navratri completely, I will do it now..." she smiled.

Surprisingly, literally everyone had showed up for the prayers.

Lucifer could feel his sin exuding out of this tiny goddess yet.... her pride wasn't for herself. It was for her mother.

"This marks the end of a war between Ma Durga and the evil villain, Mahishasura."

"Wooaaahhh" Levi was literally bouncing on his heels, while everyone listened attentively.

"Did this person have any other relatives?" Luke piped up. "And have you seen this person?"

"No to both questions, kiddo," she ruffled his hair. "Also. You boys better listen carefully because I will quiz everyone after the morning of the tenth day."

"What's the prize, babe?" Mammon's laid back, teasing tone reached everyone's ears.

"Mammon. We're not dating so please drop that name, and the prize is....a surprise," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"So. Today is the first day of Navratri, and ma's first form is called Shailaputri, meaning "Daughter of the Mountains".

She is an incarnation of Ma Parvati, and is seen sitting on a bull....Satan stop picking on Belphie....yes I know what you're trying to do......named Nandi, and she has a trishula in her right hand and a lotus in her left hand.

Shailaputri is considered to be the direct incarnation of Mahakali (as in, my biological mother's angry form but don't tell them I told you guys that)....."

Solomon and Simeon were quite intrigued by her family history, but listened attentively.

Asmodeus sighed, "What's the color scheme of the day?"

"Yellow, depicting action and vigor," she chuckled, noticing how Asmo raised an eyebrow at the mentioned color. "Asmo. Why do I get the feeling you're going to pull out something?"

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Damion chuckled, finding her cute. He sat beside Shiva, "I wish I had a daughter....but fate had other plans."

"Well...technically you did have her for a short time...but yes, fate had other plans, Lord Damion," Shiva nodded.

"Lady Durga...I'd like to see her, if it's all right with you," Damion looked at Shiva, "of course, only if she's available. Otherwise I'll just wait until the celebration is over."

Durga came out, dressed in a yellow sari, and she looked beautiful. She sat next to Shiva, trishula in her right hand and a lotus in her left hand.

Parvati and Kali were behind her, smiling at her.

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Deus was genuinely surprised and shocked to see how easily everyone got along.

Diavolo kept his distance yet....seeing her smile made him sweat....in a good way but....

He'd remembered when she covered her face during their short-lived marriage. And now.... he understood why she was dressed as such.

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Asmo was already fussing about the color and outfits everyone will need.... Oy Vey.

"So. Asmo, pay attention please....Mum Durga is also considered to be the reincarnation of Sati. Shiva, as in my dad's first wife, who then reincarnated herself as Mum Parvati, and is known as Hemavati."

"....." they were all confused save for Damion and Deus, who had smirks on their faces.

"Well, one thing is certain. The boys are confused," Deus chuckled.

"True....looks like Diavolo is beyond confused..." Damion looked over at the young prince who was trying to make sense of the whole story.

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Diavolo stood up to go ask Esshra about how reincarnation works, but the goddess was called away by a few ladies in the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he accidentally came to the kitchen, and was nearly smacked upside the head by a little granny who was muttering something about modern men "trying to cook despite the fact that they tend to set the frying pan on fire."

"Diavolo. Did you need something?" It was Lakshmi, Esshra's aunt.

"Yeah....I was trying to find Esshra...."

"She's not here," Vasundhara sighed. "Just so you know, she's busy with the celebration at the moment. Besides.... you're too late if you think you can just waltz right back into her life, you're dead wrong."

Diavolo nodded, "Understandable. But can anyone explain to me how this reincarnation works?"

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Meanwhile, Kartik showed up, shirt undone as he'd just taken a cold shower.

Levi was wandering around the interiors when he accidentally ran face first into a solid, hard, muscular chest.

Yelping, he jumped back, apologizing profusely while blushing several thousands shades of red.

"Grand Admiral Leviathan. Stop this...whatever you're doing...." the Commander of Gods raised an eyebrow, fixing the towel around his hips.

Levi collapsed, unable to face his military idol.

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Esshra poked Satan’s forehead, seeing as he was trying to cuddle Durga's tiger.... who decided Satan was food and literally tried to eat his face off....

"Hey.....Pfft-" she burst out laughing, "I'd better send this to Levi...."

Shiva raised an eyebrow, "First time I've heard her laugh...."

"Well, she's adjusted quite well with those seven, and she's literally always like this with them," Damion chuckled..

"Ah yes....my former six chaotic kids..." Deus sighed, "At least they're making her happy."

Parvati smiled, bringing out some refreshments. "That's a good thing, isn't it?"

Kali sighed, calling the tiger away. Leaving the blonde covered in drool.

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Meanwhile, Kartik poked Levi's rib cage. "Oi. Grand Admiral Leviathan....you alive?"

Poor weeb had a nose bleed, as his soul left his body.

"....This one is weird..." the older male sighed, easily throwing Levi over his shoulder like s sack of potatoes.

Levi's phone went off several times...and he missed his chance to see Satan's face being almost eaten off....

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Vasundhara was glaring at Diavolo the whole time Lakshmi was explaining the history of Durga.

As soon as the explanation was done, Vasundhara rolled her eyes, "He's her ex...I'm surprised she invited him to mum's birthday..."

Lakshmi smiled, "Well, dear, you should know by now she does things through here," she tapped her forehead. "After all, she is the goddess of logical thinking....apart from others..."

"Point taken," the younger woman shrugged. "Thought she hated you, Dia?"

"I....don't know if she does..." he sighed. "But I had my reasons for doing what I did...I mean...she was technically still a child..."

"Ever heard of something called communication, young prince?" She raised an eyebrow, "She's not stupid. Besides...your chaotic seven friends seem to take better care of her....as always..."

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Evening of Day One:

Everyone was dressed in shades of yellow, outfits literally hand picked and designed by Asmo.

"....Where's Esshra?" Shiva sighed, "She's probably run off to that place again, as usual..."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Mammon though, was another thing.

"Where'd she go? What place do you mean? I swear if anything happens to her....iyfkgolydiktfo" and a jalebi was shoved into his mouth courtesy of Belphie.

"Too noisy, Mammon. Too noisy."

Beelzebub was on his umpteenth glass of lassi, loving how the milky drink tasted.

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Esshra was in her room, staring at the skies as dusk turned to night, hues of red and orange now turning to a beautiful midnight purple shade.

She'd often wondered what her family was put through after her divorce, despite the fact it wasn't even a messy one.

Parvati quietly came up and stood behind her, "Hey now. We're doing well...." she hugged the young woman, who was almost in tears. "You know...I'm glad you have friends who take care of you...."

"Those seven....plus Barbatos....they've always taken care of me, mum. They're good guys...."

"Hm? Is that..... 8 potential partners I see for you?" She teased.

"Nah. Just good friends....I don't think all this romantic crap is meant for me...." she sighed.

"Oh come on love. The kid with purple hair likes Kartik."

"Took you a while to figure out that," Esshra chuckled. "Levi has had the biggest crush on him for eternity!!"

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Kali had noticed how often the brothers eyes were constantly searching for her daughter.

She could tell they were concerned about her safety yet.....the silverette seemed to be the most protective of her.

He was literally acting like her shadow, always either behind her or next to her.

His antics used to make her laugh, followed by a quip or a teasing sentence which caused him to turn several shades of red.

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And so, the first day of Durga's birthday ended with fireworks in the night skies....

And left a certain someone pondering about her life.

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otome-scribbles · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, Ganesh: Obey Me OC

The halls were alive and many people came to offer prayers to the God of New Beginnings, Success and Wisdom, and Remover of Obstacles.

Hues of red, yellow and orange decorated the streets and every house and Shrine in the vicinity.

Burnished gold eyes swept over the large crowds, "Mom. Dad. Do I have to? Those girls keep flirting with me... it's creepy!"

Esshra huffed, "Oh shut up big brother. At least Kartik and I won't have to keep you in line!"

Parvati laughed. "Your sister has a point, dear."

Shiva sighed, his only daughter was just as chaotic as Kali sometimes. "Esshra, when are your friends coming?"

Just then the doorbell rang. "Probably them. Apart from Lucifer, Levi and Satan, the others are 10 times more chaotic than I am, dad..." she playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

He pulled a face. "How the heck did she know I called her chaotic?"

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The seven avatars stepped in, along with Damion. Sure, things were tense between himself and Shiva but at least this was a formality for him to show that demons can work with others.

Esshra was hugging the seven and stopped short, unsure of how to greet him.... after all, the bond of father-in-law and daughter-in-law was no longer valid.

"Um...."

Damion cupped her cheek, "It's all right. You're a strong young lady.... you deserve better than my worthless son..."

"Please don't call him that. Mistakes were made, all we can do is learn from them," she smiled and nodded.

Damion often wondered where she found such strength and wisdom, considering she'd been raised by humans.

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Deus stepped in to the house as well, greeted by Esshra.

She'd offered the guests a variety of sweets, savories and refreshments, with Beelzebub asking for more Lassi.

Michael decided to ask her where Mammon was, but was denied an answer.

"He's chaotic as it is, and I can tell you're the worse one...."

Lucifer just smirked, this mini goddess just roasted him.

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Asmodeus was taking videos of literally everything and everyone, from Esshra greeting everyone at the doors, to having them seated with her family, to her offering sweets and refreshments.... the works....and posted them onto Devilgram.

Simeon, Luke and Solomon were also invited, and Luke was asking Durga about some sweets, while Kartik was blocking the entrance to the kitchen from Solomon.

His cold, hard glare was enough for the sorcerer to back down.

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Damion had his eyes on Esshra the entire time he was at the function. Shiva cleared his throat. "Damion. What are you thinking?"

"Nothing. I simply wish I had a daughter rather than a son," he sighed. "But fate has it's own ideas, right?"

"You spoke to her for two seconds and already sound like her," Shiva sat across him. "I saw the whole thing."

"Well....I could be wrong but...it seems Ganesh has rubbed off on her...."

"More like Kartik and Kali have," Shiva snorted.

"Nah. You're destructive....I'm surprised she's so calm..."

"Mm. So...hopefully things will settle down soon..." Shiva had his gaze trained on Lucifer's demeanor.

He knew that first-born was smitten.

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Deus had noticed Lucifer being so calm around the young woman, his pride buried somewhere else.

"Lucifer. I see you've...." blue-gray eyes flickered over towards her, then back to his former child.

Lucifer let out a low growl, "Leave me alone. You couldn't bear to see my sister happy. You had the seven of us thrown out, and even cursed us..."

"Gentlemen...." Her voice, though soft, was firm. "Please stop arguing...." turning to Deus, she looked at him dead in the eyes, "....Please stop torturing these boys. They've been kind to me for the longest time....I'm indebted to them..."

Deus smiled, "I know, dear. I've always known."

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Meanwhile, Diavolo was left watching his Devilgram.

Everyone looked relaxed....but one person caught his eye. Esshra.

Simply dressed in a champagne gold lehenga with blood red borders, she was every bit of a goddess she was born as, if not, even more beautiful and graceful.

Regret filled his entire being, yet when he saw her smiling at his right hand man, envy flooded him....but she seemed happy.....

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Several chants were heard through the vicinity of the area, and people bowed their heads in respect as they awaited his arrival.

An elephant's trumpet resounded through the air, Ganesh in front of it.

A silent nod to whoever came up to him, a few words of wisdom to whoever asked of him.

Looking at his family, he nodded, placing a hand over his sister's head. "A new beginning for you, and I pray you will not face any more obstacles. You have tied the rakhee on my wrist, and this is what I give to you in return."

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Esshra hugged him, "No. This isn't for me. It should go those who aren't as privileged as I am..."

Kartik, casually holding Solomon up by the scruff of his neck, ruffled her hair. "Relax, sis, you've suffered enough."

Shiva, Deus and Damion all shared a certain look between themselves, and towards Durga, Parvati and Kali.

"Since my daughter is of age..." cue Asmodeus dramatically wiping a non-existent tear, "...Kali, Parvati and Durga will have to test the young men to see who is the best fit for her."

".....DAD. NO...."

"They'll have to household chores for a week, which includes cooking," Parvati smiled, yet Satan felt ice going down his spine.

She sighed, feeling bad for the seven. At least this was a bit more amusing for her mothers.

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