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simeons-hips · 2 years

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「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5

Asmodeus

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“M-mammon…”

Asmo slowly began to make sense of his surroundings while he laid limp in the secure arms of his older brother.

“Ya with me now, Asmo?”

Once Asmo’s brain had caught up to the current situation, he couldn’t help but act upon the flames of frustration that began searing him.

“Get away from me!”

Asmo flailed out of Mammons grip and onto the floor, crawling backwards while still wrapped in the blanket Mammon had given him.

“You are not my knight in shingling armor— MC should be here not you!”

Mammon, seeming relatively unbothered by his younger brother’s outburst, let out a frustrated sigh before getting comfortable on the floor of Asmo’s bedroom.

He laid with his head propped up on a hand as his body rested on its side.

“Tch, You should be groveling at The Great Mammon’s feet. Don’t be so ungrateful, huh?”

“I’d-“

Before he could think of a quip to strike back with, a wandering thought reminded Asmo of just how terrifying the panic attack Mammon had pulled him out of was.

He felt his usual distain for the second-eldest diminish as he realized that he was grateful Mammon had been there for him.

“…Thank you, Mammon.”

Asmo’s head hung low as he sat with his knees close to his chest.

Mammon hummed in acknowledgment of the mumbled gratitude, laying in silence as he decided how to best encourage his brother.

“Ya know, I can’t stand seein’ MC sad.”

Asmo curled into himself further, embracing for the inevitable lecture about how ‘he’d pay for makin’ MC cry’ and how Lucifer has been preparing an especially torturous punishment just for him.

“I know you can’t either.”

Asmo’s breathing halted as he tried to reason where the conversation was going.

“So why are ya lettin’ ‘em be sad?”

Asmo sniffled away tears as he gathered the nerves to respond.

“I hurt them. Even when they had hurt me, they came to check on me but I just, I just hurt them so badly, I-“

Asmo choked back a sob.

“Wait- what do you mean MC hurt you?”

“…It, it was when they were sick. They never called me. They never wanted me. They- they didn’t even want to see my face!”

Tears began to flow cathartically as Asmo was finally able to explain his feelings to another person.

“Then tell ‘em off!”

“H-huh?”

Asmo rubbed his eyes as he looked up at Mammon, now standing in front of him.

“Tell ‘em about how sad ‘n mad you were! Tell ‘em the same way you always tell people when you’re upset! Just complain about it like you always do!!”

Tears prickled at Mammon’s eyes as he spoke from his heart.

“MC ain’t no different than the rest of us— so whatcha doin’ all this for, huh?? Go let ‘em know!”

After a moment of shock, Asmo pinched the bridge of his nose as if Mammon’s yelling had given him a headache.

“It’s not that straightforward, you dimwit.”

“Dimwit??! Ya got some nerve talking big when you’re all the way down there!!”

“And yet I can still hear a certain idiot’s voice booming in my ears from aaaallll the way down here!”

Grinding his teeth, Mammon crossed his arms as he turned away from Asmo.

“Ungrateful lil’ siblings. Never showing The Great Mammon the respect he deserves.”

Despite the back and forth bickering, the air in the room had seemed to grow lighter.

Perhaps it was even because of the bickering, that the two brothers shared a moment of relief, as well as a smile, unbeknownst to them both.

MC laid atop their bed, papers scattered about as they attempted to focus on their homework.

The setting sun filtered through the blinds and onto the book MC was currently reading.

Re-reading the same line over and over again as their mind refused to focus on what was in front of them.

Instead, they caught themself reminiscing upon the past couple of days.

Despite their best attempts to distract their thoughts, their mind never failed to return to the subject of Asmo.

As it stood, MC was no longer a friend of Asmo’s. Merely a roommate. An acquaintance, even.

MC had made up their heart- they know how they felt- but it was their mind that persistently allowed Asmo to occupy space.

Lost in these thoughts, MC failed to hear the knocking at the door.

They were only aware of the presence in the room when the visitor spoke up.

“M-MC.”

They froze. Muscles stiff, refusing to look up.

‘…Maybe if I pretend I don’t see him, he’ll leave.’

MC stayed still and silent, as did their visitor.

After a long and awkward silence, the tapping of steps could be heard.

Slowly they approached MC, the silence returning with a dip in the bed.

MC took a deep breath, steeled their resolve, and looked the intruder in the eyes.

“Asmodeus, leave.”

MC had invoked the pact.

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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Vindicate

{ft. Asmodeus}

Part 8 of the Fortification Series (based on this request)

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

Written for a GN!MC, though the partner is written as male.

WC: ~2.5k

TRIGGER WARNING: Each part contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part.

CW: sexual abuse, “revenge” porn, mentions of nonconsensual taking and distributing of nude photos, emotional abuse, mentions of alcohol use, graphic violence and gore, seduction, some NSFW parts (blowjob), castration & genital mutilation, strangulation, decapitation, blood-lust Asmo

Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.

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Asmodeus often considered himself a reasonable demon. He wasn’t usually quick to anger unless someone insulted his appearance, which usually ended up being one of his brothers- and even then, he could chalk that up to just plain jealousy. Everyone knew he was beautiful- how could they not? And with all the time he spent on his routines, he felt as if his irate responses for someone calling him hideous were deserved. So even then, he considered every reaction he had to be 100% fair and just.

Well, that all changed when he met you. Something about you made his reason slip away. It almost made the pressure to keep up his pristine looks dwindle to the point where he didn’t care- only finding your companionship to be what he needed to feel whole and loved. He obviously didn’t falter- he still loved the attention from others and enjoyed the praise, but he had a special place in his heart set aside especially for you.

It was unfortunate that you had a partner though. Asmo couldn’t put his finger on why the human irked him upon first meeting, and just chalked it up to him having a bitter attitude. However, after getting to know you and your insecurities, he realized how damaging your boyfriend’s words had been to you. He tried multiple times to convince you to leave- reminding you of your beauty and worth, but you were scared. Of what, he wasn’t quite sure until now.

Asmo heard the frantic knocks at his door and immediately felt his heart drop to his stomach. He recognized your voice in an instant, begging to be let in and apologizing profusely for interrupting his live-stream through tears. He couldn’t ignore you, even if he wanted to. So he told his live chat that he needed to end early tonight before abruptly ending the stream of his latest Q&A.

He jumped up and raced to the door, flinging it open onto to have you immediately catapulting your body into his arms. Your small whimpers turned into deep, pained wails before he even managed to shut the door and carry you to his bed. He hushed you, promising you that he was here and that he wasn’t going to leave any time soon. Apologies were muttered but he would hear none of it, reassuring you that you were far more important than some stupid question about the brand of foundation he uses.

After what seemed like hours of intense sobbing and Asmo attempting to comfort you, you finally composed yourself enough to tell him what had happened. Little did he know, he was completely unprepared for what you were about to say.

“W-we broke up...” you sniffled, trying your best not to stutter too much.

“Did you!?” Asmo tried (and failed) to contain his excitement. “Why is this such a terrible thing then? We’ve talked about how he treats you and-”

“That’s not why I’m panicking...” you bit your lip, trying to think of what to say. “I...I have tried to break up with him before, but he...”

Asmo leaned in, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. He noticed your hesitation, and you never had opened up to him about your specific fears of leaving the man before, so he tried his best to reassure he was safe to talk to. “It’s okay, Mc. I wont judge you. You're safe here.”

You suck in a deep breath. “He threatened to post some...pictures and videos that he had of me. I didn’t even know that he had them- he must have taken them when I was sleeping, o-or when I was drunk, o-or maybe he had a hidden camera...I...I...” Through fresh tears and sudden panic, the words died on your tongue.

Asmo took both of your hands in his and squeezed gently. “Shh, It’s okay Mc. Just take a few deep breaths. Take your time.”

He breathed deeply with you for a moment, getting your nerves to stabilize once more.

“Now, what do you mean he has photos and videos of you?” Asmo’s face twisted slightly, trying to hide the fact that he had a good inkling of what type of pictures you were referring to.

“uh...” you pause, looking away in shame. “N-nude photos...and videos of us...you know...”

Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Unfortunately yes, I get the idea. So he threatened to share them to get you to stay?”

You nod. “Yeah...and...Well...I ended things again, and this time I stuck to it...but...I didn’t think he would actually post them...” another fit of sobs threatened to escape from your vocal cords as you whimpered, trying to hold back tears.

Asmo’s collar grew hot with anger. He had such intimate media of you, not only taken without your consent, but to share it with others in order to keep you at his side? That’s....That’s...

“Disgusting.” Asmo hissed under his breath, contempt dripping from his tongue. Oh, when I get his hands on that man, I’ll...

“I know, I know!” You wail, ripping your hands away to hide your now tear-stained face. “I am disgusting. I shouldn’t have said anything!”

“What?! No!” Asmo’s face softened and he took your hands in his once more. “No, darling. I didn’t mean you. I meant him!”

You glance up, searching for truth behind his sunset-colored eyes.

Asmo squeezed your hands and brought them to his chest, pulling you forward along with so that you could look directly into his eyes. “Mc, that man is a horrible, horrible person for sharing those things. He’s even worse for having them without your approval. This doesn’t mean anything about you, or how valuable you are.”

Your cries subdued, leaning forward to nuzzle into his neck. Asmo wrapped his arms around you. He rocked you gently, laying sweet kisses to your hair-line as he cooed words of support. After you seemed to calm down, he snatched his phone from his desk and pulled up Devilgram, searching for the media you mentioned he shared.

It didn’t take long for him to find it, as it had been blasted all over the featured page. Just like you had said, various photos of you in lingerie or in nothing at all were everywhere, and videos of you in various positions and stages of sex were posted along with them. When he noticed your body begin to quake at the sight of the pictures, he turned the screen away from you, having you rest your body in his lap as he cradled you. He held the phone above your head, out of sight as he worked, reporting each of the photos and texting the head of Devilgram’s marketing team to get his account suspended. Soon enough, the account was banned, the pictures were taken down, and a statement was put out by Devilgram regarding the photos and videos.

Asmo put his phone aside, returning his focus to you. Just as he began to explain that the media had been taken down, he noticed the soft rise and fall of your chest and soft snores slipping past your lips. He didnt realize you had fallen asleep, but he felt his heart flutter at the fact that you had felt so safe with him that you could.

After, he sent a text to the group chat, requesting that anyone who had seen the posts refrain from telling you and noting he would be taking care of things. He ignored Lucifer’s protests, who insisted that the man would be expelled from the program by the end of the week.

He knew he couldn’t wait that long, nor could he stand by and let him live after what he’d done to you

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Asmo lurked around The Fall, studying the faces of the patrons around him. Solomon had said he’d be here, and surely he wouldn’t be lying about something like this. His eyes scanned the dark room, trying to catch the overhead light flashing amongst the crowd to get a look at if your ex-boyfriend was amongst them.

Like a beacon in the night, he spotted him, just as the strobe flashed toward the north-corner booth, drinking cocktails with a few others.

Asmo’s nose twitched as he forced a suave smile, approaching through the crowd. He swung his hips sensually to the beat of the music, trying his best to activate his charming abilities despite the rage brewing within his chest. He stopped in front of the man’s table where he sat with a few other demons, snickering about something. He figured it likely had to do with you, and swallowed his hatred.

The man looked up, locking eyes with the most beautiful demon in Devildom, and grimacing slightly. “What do you want?”

Asmo smiled, showing a glimpse of his bright white fangs. He forced a sexy giggle, bending over the table and kicking a leg up behind him. “I want you, silly.”

The man quirked an eyebrow, attempting to come off as uninterested, but Asmo could sense the desire building behind his eyes. “What? Why me?”

Asmo drew circles around the rim of the man’s drink before lazily licking the rim salt off his fingers, drawing out the action purposefully. “Hmm...why wouldn’t I? After all, I saw the sort of things you did with Mc on Devilgram. I was hoping I could get a taste as well. It’s only fair, right?”

The man tried to resist the alluring way Asmo’s eyes flashed, and the scent of his pheromones wafting across the table. The other demons had already been smitten, staring at Asmo with entranced expressions, wishing his attention was on them. Asmo perked up and walked toward the VIP room, throwing a wink over his shoulder and gesturing for the man to follow. Unable to resist any more, the man quickly jogged to catch up, taking Asmo’s hand and closing themselves off from the rest of The Fall.

Once the door was fully closed behind them, Asmo pushed the man into one of the plush couches. He grinned mischievously, flicking the lock on the door so they would not be disturbed. The man’s hear raced, the clear hard-on in his pants obvious of his intense longing to have Asmo to himself. Asmo approached him, swaying his body and running his hands over the mesh of his crop top, ensuring to keep the man’s attention on his beauty...and away from the fact that his horns had already sprouted from his head.

Asmo knelt in front of the man, pushing his legs apart roughly before quickly making work of his belt and jeans. Before long, his head was between his legs as the man groaned in pleasure, eyes fluttering closed as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

Though the man's pleasure was short lived.

A rippling pain shot up from his groin and throughout the rest of his body, he shrieked, snapping out of his aroused haze, only to look down and see Asmo in full demon form, spitting his dick out to the side along with a mouth full of blood. The man was shocked, not knowing how to respond to the fact that Asmo had clearly fooled him with his charm, and had done one of the most horrendous things he could think of. The result was agonizing; continuous jolts of pain shooting through his whole body.

Before the man could scramble out of his grasp, Asmo's claws sank into his thigh, causing another pained wail to erupt from the mans chest. In one swift movement, Asmo sliced his nail across the man’s testicles, detaching them easily from his taint and sending them splattering on the floor. He screamed as loud as he could, trying to alert someone of his predicament, only to have his voice cut off by a firm hand gripping his neck, along with a hearty laugh from the Avatar of Lust.

“Hush now, Baby.” Asmo cooed, a nefarious inflection present in his tone despite its eery softness. “It’s only fair that you get what you deserve for the nasty way you treated Mc. It’s scum like you that give me a bad name, and I have a reputation to uphold, you know?”

Asmo tightened his grip and lifted the man as he tried to scream once more, cutting off his airflow completely. The man struggled in his grasp, slapping Asmo’s forearms and kicking his legs in desperation. On one of his kicks, his foot grazed Asmo’s leg, marking up his pants with the dirt under his shoe. Asmo looked down at the clear footprint now decorating his pants and frowned before turning his attention back to the weak human in his grasp.

“Well now...” Asmo clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I suppose you’ll have to pay for that too.”

Asmo clenched his fists tighter, causing the man’s eyes to nearly bulge out of his head from the lack of air in his lungs. He choked desperately as Asmo’s fists closed around his windpipe, snapping and crunching of the bones in his neck being the only other sounds audible above the thumping music and Asmo’s ragged breathing.

As the man began to go limp, Asmo quickly extending his claws and gave a final rough squeeze, puncturing the skin on 5 sides. The man’s face froze with his mouth hung open, eyes glazing over in a grey fog as his last attempts at gaining freedom were foiled. Asmo twisted his fingers, ripping through the skin of the mans neck before his lifeless body collapsed to the ground, the man’s head falling off Asmo’s clenched fist soon after.

He stood over the man, breathing heavily with a satiated feeling in his heart. He licked the blood off of one of his fingers, grinning at the irony taste of justice being served. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had eviscerated someone in such a way, but he relished in the high of how good it felt to indulge in a different side of his sin.

Asmo strolled out of the back room, dusting off his clothes among gasps and stares of the blood covering his face and hands. Murmurs and screams were heard in the distance as some of the patrons undoubtedly discovered the body of the man, but he could care less. The only thought in Asmo’s mind was returning to you and taking a long, hot bath.

Oh! Perhaps he could even test out his new Black Poinsettia bath bomb- something he had been waiting ages to try with you. He skipped gleefully back to the House of Lamentation, the adrenaline from the kill fading into the background as his mind and heart fluttered with ideas of how he could pamper you- showing you what true love really felt like.

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