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Hello, how are you doing? I was wondering if you could write for the demon brothers with an s/o who's blind in one eye because of a scar they got in a fight back in the human realm?

Would they seek out the other human who caused it or leave it be? Thank you! I hope you have a nice week! ^ ^)/ ☆

Thank you, babe! I hope you have an amazing week as well~ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ̀ˋ I was kinda confused as to whether we already had the scar or if we had just gotten into the fight and came back with the scar- I just chose the latter, but if it's the other one then I could always make a second one! I would like to write another one about how we're blind in the one eye after the fight, but this headcannon only mentions the scar on their face. Sorry it's very long, the idea you gave me was hella good so I couldn't stop! Thank you! Artwork credit: @myt_s3

Warnings: slight gore

Scenario: The brothers' reaction to us getting a scar

Lucifer surveyed the scar on your face with a mixture of concern and anger. He believed in upholding justice, and vengeance was a means to that end.

With a calculated mind, Lucifer orchestrated a plan that would systematically dismantle the human responsible. He used his influence and power to ruin their reputation, turning their once prosperous life into a living nightmare.

He ensured that they faced the consequences of their actions at every turn, their existence reduced to a mere shadow of what it once was.

Lucifer's vengeance was subtle yet devastating, a testament to his strategic brilliance. He reveled in watching their downfall, the flicker of despair in their eyes fueling his satisfaction.

Through his unwavering pursuit of justice, he protected you and ensured that the human responsible would never again harm those under his care.

Mammon seethed with anger upon seeing the scar on your face. His protective instincts flared, and he yearned to confront the human responsible for causing you such pain.

"Nobody messes with my human and gets away with it!" Mammon growled, his voice dripping with venom.

Driven by his impulsive nature, Mammon's first instinct was to seek immediate retribution. He wanted to unleash his fury upon the one who had harmed you, to make them pay for every ounce of suffering they had inflicted. However, you understood the consequences that such actions would bring, and you gently intervened, stopping Mammon in his tracks.

Mammon's anger simmered as he looked into your eyes, his heart torn between his desire for vengeance and his love for you. Eventually, he relented, realizing that your well-being was his top priority.

He enveloped you in his strong arms, offering a comforting embrace. The scent of his familiar cologne filled your senses as he whispered words of reassurance, his voice laced with an underlying determination.

"I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you," Mammon confessed, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "But if it's what you want, I'll put that human scum out of my mind for now. Just promise me you'll always let me protect you."

And even in the moments where you felt self-conscious of the scar, Mammon would love every fiber of your being.

"Mammon, please," you pleaded, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "I don't want you to see it. It's ugly."

His eyes softened as he took in your anxious expression. With a gentle smile, he approached you, his fingers removing your hand that blocked your scarred eye.

"Listen up, human," Mammon said, his voice filled with sincerity. "There ain't nothin' ugly about you. Not a single thing. And that scar on your face? It's a part of you, just like every other piece that makes you so special."

With tenderness in his touch, Mammon leaned in and peppered kisses all over your face, his lips brushing against your skin with each sweet contact. His actions were deliberate, as if he were mapping out a constellation of affection, reminding you that your scars didn't define your worth.

As time passed, Mammon remained steadfast by your side, his devotion unwavering. The memory of the human responsible for your scar lingered in the recesses of his mind, serving as a reminder of the pain you had endured. But he chose to focus on the love he had for you, channeling his energy into supporting and comforting you during your healing process.

Leviathan was initially at a loss for how to confront the scar on your face. His natural inclination towards virtual worlds and gaming made it difficult for him to grasp the severity of the situation, and he struggled to find an appropriate response.

Though he understood that the scar required a real-life resolution. While he wasn't one to engage in physical confrontations, his determination to protect you burned fiercely within him.

Recognizing his strengths in the digital realm, Leviathan harnessed his expertise to unveil the truth about the human who had caused you harm. With his unparalleled skills in online research and information gathering, he delved deep into the vast network of interconnected data.

Hours turned into days as Leviathan meticulously pieced together fragments of information, leaving no digital stone unturned. He uncovered the human's online presence, exploring their social media accounts, forum discussions, and digital footprints. His envy became a driving force, spurring him to expose the truth and bring justice to your doorstep.

Online, Leviathan donned the persona of an anonymous hacker, a figure who weaved through the digital labyrinth undetected. With cunning precision, he orchestrated a series of calculated moves, revealing the human's misdeeds to the public eye.

Through a carefully orchestrated online campaign, Leviathan unearthed every piece of evidence, every unsavory detail about the human's actions. He disseminated the information across various platforms, tarnishing their reputation and reducing their life to shambles.

As the virtual realm buzzed with the damning revelations, the human's world crumbled around them. Their once-innocent façade shattered, exposing the darkness that lay within. Friends turned their backs, opportunities evaporated, and their influence dwindled. It was a revenge orchestrated through the power of information, a fitting retribution for the pain they had caused you.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Leviathan stood by your side, offering unwavering support and care. He knew that revenge alone couldn't heal the wounds you carried, and his focus shifted to ensuring your well-being and providing the love and comfort you needed.

Satan, the embodiment of knowledge and wrath, gazed at the scar on your face with a mix of protectiveness and a seething anger that threatened to consume him. For decades, he had meticulously honed his control over his inner demons, striving to keep his wrath in check. However, in that moment, his restraint teetered on the precipice of collapse.

As the fury welled up inside him, Satan struggled to rein it in, his hands clenched into fists. The sight of the scar served as a catalyst, awakening a primal desire for vengeance. Every fiber of his being yearned to unleash his wrath upon the human responsible, to make them pay for the pain they had caused you.

But then, he looked into your eyes, the warmth and trust that reflected within them momentarily grounding him. He realized that succumbing to his unbridled wrath would only bring further harm, not just to the human but also to you.

With a determined yet controlled expression, Satan vowed to channel his anger into a relentless pursuit of justice. He dedicated himself to uncovering every detail about the human responsible, to ensure that they faced the consequences for their actions within the bounds of the law and without jeopardizing your safety.

Though the struggle to contain his wrath persisted, Satan channeled his energy into meticulously planning their downfall. He used his vast knowledge and cunning to expose the truth, leaving no stone unturned. In doing so, he sought to bring them to justice through legal means, ensuring that their actions were brought to light and that they faced the consequences of their deeds.

As the human's life unraveled, Satan watched with a mix of satisfaction and detached amusement. Their downfall was evidence to his meticulous planning and unwavering dedication to protecting those he cared about. He ensured that they suffered the consequences of their actions, their existence forever tainted by the knowledge that their own choices had led to their demise.

Asmodeus refused to hide the scar with layers of makeup, no matter how much you begged. Instead, he saw it as an opportunity to create something truly unique and mesmerizing.

With his deft hands and artistic eye, Asmodeus used makeup as a form of artistry, accentuating the scar in a way that made it look beautiful on your face. He embraced its presence as part of your individuality, refusing to let society's standards define your worth.

"Darling, every brushstroke on your face is a masterpiece," Asmodeus would whisper, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "The scar shows your strength and resilience. You are more beautiful with it than without."

Despite your occasional doubts and insecurities, Asmodeus showered you with words of affirmation and adoration. He made it his mission to remind you, day after day, just how beautiful you were. His compliments were genuine and heartfelt, spoken with a fervent passion that left no room for doubt.

He reveled in the opportunity to showcase your unique beauty, to celebrate every facet of your existence. With each encounter, Asmodeus made it clear that his love for you transcended physical perfection, embracing your imperfections as part of what made you captivating and alluring.

Beelzebub, his protective instincts raging, felt a burning desire for revenge upon seeing the scar on your face. The image of the human responsible lingered in his mind, tempting him to unleash his formidable strength upon them. However, Beelzebub knew that vengeance was not what you needed in that moment.

Instead, he chose to cherish you, to provide the love and comfort that would help heal your wounds—both physical and emotional. Beelzebub cradled you in his massive arms, his touch gentle yet reassuring. His voice, deep and resonant, filled the air as he whispered words of affection and reassurance.

"You're beautiful, scar and all," Beelzebub murmured, his voice brimming with genuine sincerity. "I love you for who you are, with or without the mark. Please don't forget that."

With each tender caress, Beelzebub conveyed his unwavering devotion, offering solace and support during your time of vulnerability. He understood that revenge wouldn't erase the pain you had endured, and instead chose to channel his strength into protecting and comforting you.

Belphie was initially conflicted upon witnessing the scar on your face. His laid-back nature and tendency to prioritize rest and slumber often shielded him from the harsher realities of the world. However, as he comprehended the pain etched on your features, a surge of protectiveness awakened within him.

Belphie's typically drowsy eyes sharpened with determination as he acknowledged the injustice that had befallen you.

With his wings unfurled, casting a shadow of darkness, Belphie located the human responsible for your scar. His movements were swift and silent, as if he were a phantom navigating the human realm undetected.

Tracking down the individual who had caused you harm, Belphie confronted them with an otherworldly aura. His demon form radiated power and menace as he towered over the trembling human. The air grew heavy with the weight of impending retribution. Without a word, Belphegor lunged at the human, his grip tight around their throat.

A chilling smile curved Belphie's lips as he looked into the human's eyes, mirroring the fear and anguish they had once inflicted upon you. His bored expression remained unchanged as he watched the color drain from their face, his hold unyielding until their lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

The scene transformed into a tableau of darkness and blood, as Belphie's wrath found its release. The human's life force drained away, their body collapsing to the ground, lifeless and void of the malice they had once possessed.

With the deed done, Belphie returned to HOL, pulling you into his arms, he cradled you gently, offering solace and reassurance in the aftermath of the storm. He made sure his revenge went unnoticed by you.

As the minutes turned to hours, Belphie remained steadfast by your side, his touch bringing comfort and a sense of security. The scar on your face became a symbol not of weakness, but of resilience and survival.

In the days that followed, Belphie took on the role of your guardian, ensuring your well-being and protecting you from any lingering threats. His lethargy seemed to dissipate as he became a constant presence, offering a sense of peace and tranquility in the wake of the storm.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#Obey me #obey me headcanons #x reader #Belphie #Lucifer #Satan #Levi #Asmo #Beel #Mammon #Protect me too #please!!!!

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