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alleycat-arcade · 2 years

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Game Continue! The Seven Lords: Those Who Remain

@pastelhologram asked: Wait. What about The demon bros reaction to Mc being the Person lilith fell in love with. Like maybe an au where he's not Related to lilith but instead he's the person she fell for. Even better if They're first impression of Mc is that he didn't deserve Lilith, but as time goes on, They start seeing what lilith saw.

(This is Part 2! I recommend reading Part 1 first, which you can find here. Due to some internet issues on my end, there has been a little bit of a delay in my writing TwT. I deeply apologize for the wait! There is an off chance I may re-write Beel and Belphie's parts at some points, but that is just my inner perfectionist talking there.

Also as an apology for such a long delay, here is a link to the video that is almost always playing while I am writing fics n' stuff. No it is not a rickroll this time.)

Everburning Candle(Part 2) (Obey Me! Younger Brothers x Male/Masc! Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Mc/Reader uses he/him pronouns. Spoilers for Pretty much all of season one (Chapters 1-20), since pacts, reasoning behind certain pacts, and Lilith are discussed. I hope you don't mind me adding a few of my personal headcanons! Hurt/Comfort overall, with traces of blood and acts of violence. The book from Satan's part in not meant to be real lol. Asmo's part has mentions of sexual acts, but other than that its good. In terms of descriptions of violent acts, Belphie's is the most intense. Also I am infected with the angst plague, I apologize my dudes. But other than that its all good.

(I'm not gonna copy the whole intro to prevent it from being too long. You can find it in the first part. <3)

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Satan:

It was hard for Satan to deny that he was curious about you. Similar to Lucifer, he picked up on the fact that you had a delayed response whenever they would call you by what they thought was your name, but the unofficial detective also noted something else interesting. Oddly, you seemed wise beyond your years when in came to the topic of human history. In tandem with the Exchange Program, Diavolo had established electives for RAD students that studied both Human and Angel history. You happened to be in this class at the same hour as him, and he couldn't help but be curious about how you could barely pay attention in class yet get near perfect scores.

Yet, the Avatar of Wrath couldn't find it within himself to pay more attention to you than basic curiosity. He had quite a few other things to worry about, and a strangely smart human exchange student wasn't too high on his list of priorities. There were humans out there with eidetic memory, so it wasn't too hard to believe that you could just have a lot of knowledge about Human history that you acquired prior to the Exchange Program. At most he would stare at you quizzically from time to time during Humanity Studies, as you scribbled away in your notes that only had brief concepts of what the teacher was saying written down.

The evening after you formed a pact with Leviathan, Satan felt his curiosity spike as you suddenly pulled Lucifer away from the group to talk about something. His interest only rose as the Eldest pinned you against the wall in his demon form, your voice too far away for him to hear exactly what you had said to piss him off so much. If it weren't for the whispers of the contents of your conversation that passed around the room, he may have congratulated you for getting Luci so angry and escaping with your life.

Now, Satan had never truly known Lilith. Seeing as he had been brought into existence during her final hours and was not in a state of cognizant awareness at the time, he had no memory of those final moments of her life. At most he had the hazy memories left over from Lucifer that give him a basic concept of her features, and the stories that his brothers would tell about her. But even those stories were strained and missing details, due to their grievances of the loss of their sister.

And yet, even with a decent reason to approach and question you, he strayed away. You held likely all the answers he had ever wanted to know about the deceased sister that his brothers loved so much, but he couldn't bring himself to even speak to you. Something about being in your presence brought an odd pain to his chest, one only made worse when he'd see the ways his brothers would stare at you. Looks of disgust, anger, and sadness were directed at you, causing Satan to recoil upon contact. As much as he may mess with his siblings, he still deeply cared about them and did not want to bring them anymore grief by hanging around you in front of them.

Besides the TSL Quiz, the two of you had hardly ever spoken to each other. You were a sort of Enigma, a boy that both drew him in and pushed him away at the same time. A temptation he swore to never give into, but... he was a demon after all. And sometimes you just needed to give someone a little nudge for them to dive headfirst into their desires.

It had been an awful day for the Avatar of Wrath. Scratch that, a dreadfully awful day. Nearly everything had seemed to go wrong for him, as if the worst bad luck curse imaginable had been secretly placed on him the night before. He had woken up late and dealt with a lecture from Lucifer, tripped and fell up the stairs at RAD and nearly broke his nose, someone in class had spilled Poison Veggie Juice all over his notes and textbook and scurried away too quickly to face his wrath, and to top it all off he had realized that he both forgot his lunch at him and didn't bring any extra Grimm with him to pay for anything to eat. If he had been in a better mood he may have asked one of his colleagues to borrow a little Grimm, but he felt that if he had to talk to another person today he'd blow up in their face. Thus, once RAD was over and it was time to leave, Satan hurried home to hide away in the Library until his Wrath subsided.

What he had expected to find was the library silent and empty so he could relax, but it seemed luck was still not on his side today. The sound of pencil on paper drew his attention, now staring at you seated at the table in the middle of the room. It seemed as if you hadn't noticed him enter at all, too focused on the book in your hand that you had begun to litter with colorful sticky notes. A pile of similarly marked books sat to your left, with a slowly decreasing pile of normal books awaiting their fate sat at you right. On a normal day, with a different person, Satan may have found some respect in how you were taking such details notes about the material in your hands. But as the sound of stomping filled your ears, it was clear that he was very, very angry.

Turning your head to face him, you were met with a rather frightening sight. The demon loomed over you, surrounded with a rather violent black and green aura that almost rivaled Lucifer in terror. "Why hello, Mc. What do you think you're doing?" He questioned, an unnerving smile on his face. "I'm just marking notes in my books. It's kinda upsetting how-" "Did I hear that correctly? Your books?" You let out a sigh, before shoving your hand into your pocket and fishing out a receipt. Though you had originally kept it in case Mammon decided to sell them after you had spent hours begging Lucifer to let you buy some Human World books, it seemed like as good of a time as any to use it. You only hoped that he wouldn't stay angry at you, seeing as they were in fact your property. He was quick to snatch the slightly crumpled paper in your hand, eyes scanning over every line. As his gaze travelled farther down the paper, you could see the way that his rage almost seemed to deflate like a balloon.

His demon form was no longer present as his shoved the receipt back into your hand with a subtle huff. "I suppose that it is fine for you to mark your own books in such a manner, but don't let me find out should you ever mark any of mine." Holding back an eye roll, you motioned to the book that you had been in the middle of before he interrupted. "I don't have any plans on messing with your things. I bought these books specifically for this reason. They just have so many historical inaccuracies it drives me crazy." "...Historical inaccuracies?" Satan carefully slid his hand over to lift the cover, the title standing out in rather bold lettering. "The History of the Titanic?" You simply nodded, flipping the pages to one absolutely coated in sticky notes. "It's like they didn't even ask someone who was on the boat or worked on it! They may as well make this a fiction novel with this phony evidence they collected!" His eyebrow raised as you ranted. "How would you know that for certain?" "Satan, I'm pretty sure I would know. I was on the damn boat."

An hour had passed as you recounted your memories of events. Telling the story of how you had worked as a Butler for a rather wealthy woman who had been on the boat, detailing all you could remember about the boat and its passengers, and how you had barely escaped with your life while helping some children and their mother into a raft before the ship capsized. Curiously, he inquired about the other books that you had already marked. Some had even more notes and some very little, but you had a story for each one. Either you had been involved in the events yourself or had known someone who was, and he found your stories entrancing. It had been deep into the night before you had concluded, your throat aching from talking for so long. He asked you to stay there suddenly, leaving to fetch some tea with honey.

After allowing you to soothe your throat a little, he presented you with a question he had been holding back for a while now. "If your throat isn't too sore, can you tell me about, Lilith?" A twinkle forms in your eyes as you move to bring a journal out of your bag. You flip through the pages and tell him everything about your deceased lover, making sure to show him the images you had drawn yourself or had an illustrator draw of her. Unconsciously, Satan had began scooting closer to get a better view. It wasn't until he was practically in the crook of your neck that he noticed. "A-ah! Sorry, I don't know what came over me there." He stammered, nervously tugging at the collar of his sweater and leaning away. "No it's fine. Here, let me move so you can see better."

When dinner time had rolled around, Asmodeus couldn't find his younger brother. Satan wasn't in his room, and since there had been a sign on the library that the human was inside, it wasn't likely that he was in there. He was about to give up and tell one of his brothers that the Avatar of Wrath was no where to be found, when the sound of amused chatter caught his attention. It definitely sounded like the brother he was looking for, and where was it coming from? The library. Entering the dimly lit room, Asmo was met with a rather odd sight. Held in your hands was a rather ancient looking book, with his brother pointing at various locations in the image of the mountainous region displayed on the current page. "Oh, hello Asmodeus." You paused, a nervous smile covering your face as you noticed him standing in the doorway. Eyeing you suspiciously, he informed you about the time and left. "Ah, we'll have to pick this up some other time." Satan spoke, standing up and stretching. "Feel free to come and chat whenever. I'm almost always available, so don't worry about scheduling with me."

Like his brothers, Satan is slow to warm up to you. He doesn't hold as much against you as his older siblings do, but he still feels guilty when they glare at him for hanging around you. But eventually, the guilt of earning his brothers' disapproval is overridden by a new feeling of guilt that blooms in his stomach. The guilt of watching you wander about HOL all by your lonesome, with an attempt at bonding usually met with a scoff and a brief, strained conversation. The Avatar of Wrath is no stranger to being the black sheep of the house, especially being the only full demon in a household of fallen angels, so he understands what it feels like to be a sort of outcast.

Satan tries to be subtle in his approach to you, waiting until you've gotten on even somewhat better terms with one or two of his brothers before he suddenly asks you to tutor him in Humanity Studies. Understandably, you were a bit confused since he was one of the smartest demons-, no people in general that you've known, but you agreed to help him nonetheless. Studying sessions quickly devolved into just talking with each other whenever he felt like it, your relationship carefully going from acquaintances to tutor and student to friends and then potentially close friends.(Or even closer if you catch my drift.)

You had begun to view his room as a sort of sanctuary after a while. He almost always let you in whenever you knocked on the door, and the two of you would either speak about a mutual topic or sit in a comfortable silence. Eventually, you had begun visiting so much that Satan gave you an enchanted key to keep a hold of, in order to let yourself in when he couldn't get to the door quickly or if you left some belongings behind and he was out. The time spent in his room only increased exponentially after the Attic incident, so much so that the brothers were beginning to think you had moved into his room.

In the dead of night, when you're most likely to be in a deep sleep, is when Satan gets very vulnerable about the topic of your death. Nightmares weren't something he had frequently, and most of the time they were about him doing something controlled solely by his Wrath. Yet, these newer ones seemed to hurt more. He dreamt about inactions rather than actions, wicked dreams where he would kick and scream at his body to protect you or heal you but he remained rooted in place. In you happened to be a lighter sleeper, you might have noticed the way he suddenly would curl into you and rest his head on your chest, fragments mutters about protecting you leaving his lips and being muffled in your shirt.

When he can't be by your side to protect you, he ensures that two things are there with you in his absence. First, one of his brothers to keep you safe, and secondly a clothing item of his. It doesn't have to be anything in particular, just something he's worn enough to smell like him. Only a really, really stupid and desperate demon would try and attack you with the scent of the Avatar of Wrath hanging off of you.

Even with all of that said, for being likely the smartest sibling in the family, it took a comment from one of his brothers to fully recognize how much he cared about you, outside of not wanting to see you hurt and beating himself up for allowing you to bleed out without even trying to help.

It had been a rather cold day in the Devildom, so both of you decided to share a blanket and warm up in front of the fireplace in the common room. Satan was very vividly discussing a drama that both of you had binged the other night, with you nodding along and occasionally adding in your own points to the conversation. By the time Belphie had arrived you were near the end of the discussion, with your eyelids growing heavy and your body leaning into him. "Are you tired, Mc? Here, let me move a bit so you can rest against the arm of the couch." You tried to assure him that he didn't need to, but he stubbornly shifted around until you could properly lay your head against the plush couch. The Avatar of Sloth only made his presence know once you were half asleep, your body unconsciously snuggling against the demon sat in front of you. "It's been quite a while since I've seen him like this. Mc must care very deeply for you, Satan." His voice startled the blonde, but he did his best not to jolt or make any sudden noises that might stir you. "I-I suppose so. But what exactly is that supposed to mean, Belphie?" "Oh, nothing too drastic. I just remember that he always used to sleep with Lilith like that. He always used to say that the positioning of his hands was symbolic, like a sort of promise." A shiver ran up Satan's spine, feeling your unconscious form tug him closer to lay down with you. As much as he disliked being compared to his deceased sister, if you cared about him in such a way, perhaps he might be willing to admit he did as well.

Asmodeus:

The Avatar of Lust was fairly interested in you from the beginning. Not really as an equal or potential friend though, more so a sort very friendly acquaintance that he could toy with as he so pleased. He didn't exactly find anything about you extraordinarily remarkable besides a decent amount of scarring on your body, so it was needless to say that the demon wasn't very deeply invested in your life in the Devildom or as a whole. You were just another human, and he's met plenty ordinary and average humans over his lifespan.

Well, you did have at least one intriguing quality that would catch his eye on occasion. Besides Mammon, Asmodeus is the brother who spends the most time in the Human Realm outside of purposeful missions. What can he say? He's a popular demon to summon for some late night activities. But the point is, Asmo's met quite a few demons over the years, but none of them truly matched your mannerisms. You had a variety of different ways of doing things that mimicked modern idiosyncrasies as well as ones from times long past. The best explanation he could come up with is that you came from a rather old fashioned family, as he'd already tested the vampire approach. Plus, it was highly unlikely you were just an immortal being seeing as you had no magical abilities and the chances of another fruit of the Heavens being given to another human were slim to none. Unless...?

As it turned out, you were not the catalyst of a covered up Second Celestial War, but rather the same human from all those centuries ago. Asmodeus had been the one to properly overhear the conversation between you and Lucifer, as well as spread the rumors of your past throughout the House of Lamentation. He felt it only proper that his brothers be aware of your true colors, especially since you had such a history with all of them. Even if he'd never met your prior to the Celestial War, Asmo was aware of your existance and how much you meant to Lilith. So much so that she stole a fruit from their Father's garden to save your life, thus starting the war itself.

Asmodeus didn't really like the fact that he couldn't read you. You were just as mysterious as Solomon at times, and your past only made this trait of yours something he grew to dislike more and more. How exactly did his little sister manage to fall in love with you, some random guy with average looks and a somewhat distant personality? While Asmo's life may seem to revolve solely on himself, he does care a great deal for his family, and as such has rather high expectations for their romantic partners that he usually lacked towards his own. He may have had different opinions as an Angel in regards to his standards for himself and his family member's partners, but here and now in his demonic form, you weren't worth Lilith's time in his eyes.

Similar to his brothers, he wouldn't be around you if he didn't have to, but with him it was almost worse. Though his brothers might on occasion extend an olive branch, if he didn't need to or want something from you he wouldn't even be in the same room as you. Call it petty, but Asmo really couldn't bear your presence. Underneath all his nitpicks about your personality and appearance, was an open wound that you irritated every time he had to be near you. Perhaps the insulting thoughts towards you were meant to cover that up, to hide away the gash in his heart that Lilith's death had left behind. Or he was just really, really petty. Who knows?

The most willing interaction you had exchanged with him in quite a while was a rather odd one. Both of you had the same Art Class, that you shared with Simeon as well. Asmo usually sat on the opposite side of the room, so he didn't have to worry about interacting with you too much. Yet, it's kinda hard to avoid a certain someone when he's your partner for a rather important project. Being partners with you wasn't something that he expected since just about everyone in the class would've jumped at the opportunity, but according to the teacher you were paired together since you lived together. Seeing as the teacher slipped away before Asmo could charm them into changing their mind, he was stuck with you as a project partner. As much as he might've liked to skip out on it, Lucifer had been hounding about his grades lately and he wasn't doing the best in Art. He resigned himself to his fate as he texted you a location to meet him in HOL, reassuring himself that he'd at least get maybe a semi-decent portrait out of the whole thing. You were known as a fairly good painter from what he heard from his classmates, and it was rather hard to know so much about painting and mess up his beautiful face, right?

Setting the needle down onto the record, you carefully adjusted the volume of the music before returning to the work area you had already set up with your supplies. The vinyl in particular was one you retrieved from the Human World once you had returned to your home temporarily to gather your belongings, the album specifically being one of the indie band's most popular due to the melodious harps tied into each track. You figured it would make decent background noise as you painted Asmodeus, since it was unlikely that the demon would engage you with anything other than basic small talk. A decent variety of mediums were lined up along the base of your easel, with your portfolio neatly set in the middle of the wooden structure. As much as you were aware, the Avatar of Lust could be a rather picky person when it came to his appearance in things people would see, so you had decided to just give him his choice of medium and style in order to give him less about the final product to worry about.

You were beginning to think that he had flaked out on you when the doors to the Music Room opened, revealing the demon you were looking for in his glory. With how much time he'd taken to get down there, you would've thought he was putting on an elaborate outfit and makeup, but unless his usual appearance is incredibly complicated you doubted that. Sighing, you removed your portfolio from the easel and waved him to approach you. "Since you haven't seen much of my works, I figured that you could just look at what I have here. Just tell me whatever one strikes your fancy, and I'll try and replicate the style and medium." After placing the large binder in his hands, you returned to your stool in front of the easel and waited. Hearing a scoff sound from behind you, you stared straight ahead as you waited for Asmo to make his decision.

What Asmodeus had expected when he opened the pages of your portfolio was a set of basic, amateur level paintings that maybe increase in quality as you dive deeper into it. But what he held in his hands was something that probably could've never guessed, even if his life had been on the line. The sections had been labelled by era for convenience, starting in the 16th century and ending in the current one. Pulling back the opaque plastic covering, Asmo was met with a carefully preserved painting that looked like it belonged in the Renaissance era exhibit of a famous Art Museum. The piece itself was of an extraordinary quality, in both looks and preservation. Even as he flipped through the other works from different eras, the initial piece found itself stuck on his mind. "Hey, Mc, you made this, right?" He suddenly spoke from behind you, turning the portfolio to face you. Stretching and turning, you gave the piece a quick once over before nodding. "Yeah. It's pretty old, but if that's what you want I can do my best." "You're absolutely certain?" "I painted that thing for an entire month Asmodeus, I may be old but I'm pretty sure I'd remember my first decent painting." You tried to disguise the annoyance in your voice, settling on simply staring at him with a bored expression. "...Then this style is fine."

As you thought, Asmo was silent as he stared at you from the other stool you had set up for him to sit on. You were too busy collecting the art supplies that you needed and selecting a canvas to care too much about the way his eyes followed your every move. But as you settled back onto your stool he suddenly spoke again, making you peer around the canvas to look at him. "Where did you learn to paint like that?" "The one you picked out? Or did you mean the others in my portfolio? I've had many teacher over the years, you'll need to be more specific." Awaiting his answer, you began taking in the details of his form into your mind. "That Renaissance painting." Beginning to ready your palette, you leaned away and replied. "Ah, that. Well, I don't exactly feel it proper to call the man who taught me to make that my teacher." "What would you call him?" In surprise, you choked on your breath for a moment. Clearing your throat with a cough, you continued to speak, as not to waste an opportunity for an actually conversation with him. It wasn't often that Asmo showed any interest in things that involved you, after all. "Well, uhm, you could potentially call our relationship something of a casual one. Not heavily romantic or smitten, but not platonic either." "Ohhh, so what you're saying is you would have sex with him." A sputtering cough shook your lungs as your hands barely managed to keep you from spilling paint onto the tarped floor. "Y-yeah we did do that, but that wasn't everything. Mostly he just wanted some company is all, and I adored his companionship, so when we both weren't busy or in the mood we would just hang out and stuff. During those times he taught me how to paint."

With the most awkward portion of the discussion of your past partner out of the way, your conversation flowed more and more freely whilst your brushes glided across the canvas. No detail was spared as you began openly speaking to the demon in front of you, who was surprisingly an attentive listener. Halfway through the process of painting, he asked another question that caught you off guard. "Wouldn't your relationship have been illegal at the time? I can't imagine how upset the Catholic Church would've been." "Eh, I didn't really give a damn what they thought. The opinions of others on myself and my relationships have never really mattered to me anyway. As long as the person I've fallen in love with is safe and happy, I'll be fine. Plus, we stopped seeing each other after he took up that job for the Sistine Chapel anyway." You chuckled dryly, setting the brush in your hand down as you reached for your D.D.D. to check the time. "I hate to cut this short Asmodeus, but we'll have to continue this later. I'd prefer not to get an earful from Lucifer about being later for dinner and I'm sure that afterwards you-" "Asmo. Just call me Asmo. It's kinda weird hearing you address me by my full name." The Avatar of Lust's heart suddenly fluttered as a soft smile crossed your features. "Got it, Asmo."

By far Asmodeus was the least subtle of the brothers in his approach towards you, mostly because daily it would be just the two of you alone in the Music Room together. He would pose was you painted, chatting with you intermittently whilst your brush glided across the canvas. Once the painting had been completed to both yours and Asmo's satisfactions, you had begun speaking with him on a regular basis outside of your time in the Music Room. On the topic of the piece of art, though it did not completely resemble the style you were trying to replicate the way you had painted it just felt more "Asmo" to you. It had some of the features the original painting had, but you found your hand painting different details in that didn't quite match the era, but did match the personality of your model that had begun to shine through in your little talks. Something the Avatar of Lust wouldn't tell you until a little later is that he had asked the teacher for the original copy of the painting once the project display was completed, so that he could hang it up in his room near his vanity.

To the displeasure of his brothers who still weren't too fond of you, he had begun to show you some of the same friendly affection that he often showed his brothers and close friends. Hugging, hand holding, playful teasing, and other such occurrences became commonplace between the two of you.

Having now spoken with you for quite a while, he had begun to find some qualities about you that he found somewhat interesting, but not quite interesting enough to suddenly form a pact with you. You would still have to go through the same trials at Lord Diavolo's castle as you normally would've, allowing Asmo to see the magical energy passed from Lilith onto you in action. Only then did he choose to form a pact with you and begin letting you become genuinely closer with him, rather than the sort of pseudo-, but also semi-, fondness he had shown you beforehand.

Once you had both reached a certain level of comfort in each other's presence, he began to show you a more vulnerable side to himself. But even with that, Asmo still held back some of his own insecurities from your eyes, an unfamiliar feeling of nervousness inside of him growing at the thought of how you might see him once you saw the truest form of himself. This metaphorical dam slowly began to crack more and more as he found himself spending time around you at an increasing rate, only to burst upon your demise after Belphie was released from the Attic.

Truthfully, the demon had no clue what to do when him and his brothers found your dying form lying on the ground. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as he stared at his older brother cradling you in his arms, loud enough to drown out Mammon's sorrowful weeping that slowly infected him as well. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he reached to grasp your limp hand by the wrist, eyes darting between the brothers who knew the most about healing magic as well as your murderer. He felt oddly deflated and weak, as if his soul had been flattened like an open balloon and his body would collapse in on itself should he let go of your wrist. The beating of his heart stopped for a moment as your body suddenly disintegrated, only to come back full force at the sound of your voice from the top of the stairs.

Following the incident, Asmo became even more latched onto your side from before. It the "day"time he would still act like his usual self around you, albeit slightly more attentive to your wellbeing and general mood, but in the night his more vulnerable side leaked out like a river. Initially these sudden declines in his guarded nature were reserved for the dead of night when you were in a deep state of sleep, but he began allowing you to fully see that side of him one night after you woke up in the middle of one of his declines from a nightmare.

You didn't exactly remember what all had happened in the rather frightening dream, only that you had woken up squirming and gasping for breath in the Avatar of Lust's arms. "Are you alright, Mc?!" He fussed, taking your head into his hands and examining you for any sort of injuries. Allowing your lungs to take heavy gulps of air, a sudden dampness on your face distracted you from the fading constrictions of your chest. At first, you had thought it to have been your own tears rolling down your cheeks, but you soon realized that the droplets had been landing onto you from above. From Asmo's own eyes that darted around erratically, staring at you in every other location until they rested into your gaze. His lip trembled as the teardrops began to fall more rapidly, an involuntarily hiccup now shaking his own diaphragm. He trembled under your touch as you wrapped an arm around his waist, the other moving to rest your hand against the back of his head. Gently, you ran your fingertips through his scalp in soothing motions, pressing down light enough to lead his head to rest in the crook of your neck. "I'm okay, I promise." "M-Mc, as much as I love your embrace, I'm the one who's supposed to comfort you. N-not the other way around." Heart-wrenching sobs racked his body as his hands grasped at the sheets underneath you, clenching and releasing with each cry he muffled into your shoulder. "You don't need to bottle everything up for my sake Asmo, you can let it all out. I won't judge you for crying, y'know?"

After that night, he fully came to terms with the extent that his sister had loved you and the reasons why. Recalling conversations of long ago, you were just as much of a kind and adventurous soul that she had described. With all of that said, only one question plagued his mind regarding you. How could anyone not fall in love with a man like you, himself included?

Beelzebub:

The manner in which Beelzebub had thought of you initially was similar to the way he would've thought of some lesser creature that one of his brothers had brought into the house like one would a pet. Like how a human who wasn't a stranger to butchery would view their sibling's new pet chicken. You were weak and needed to be looked after of, but also something that could make a decent meal if not for their owner's attachment to them. It was fairly obvious to those involved that the Exchange Program would very well crumble at the seams should any harm come to you, so eating you was off the table.

Beelzebub had interacted with you infrequently prior to your conversation with Lucifer, though most conversations could be summed up easily as small talk. He had slowly started to began to put in some effort into being around you once his brothers had gotten a little more friendly with you, finding it almost heart-warming the way that Mammon seemed to hang around you like a lost puppy and Leviathan eagerly tugged on your sleeve and rambled about his interests and hobbies. Perhaps if you had spoken with Lucifer later, both of you may have bonded a little more than the very baseline friendship that you shared.

Though he wasn't the last of his brothers to find out, Beel had been in the dark for a short period of time. Actually, he had been planning on asking you to accompany him to Hell's Kitchen as a sort of congratulations for sort of winning the TSL Quiz, his treat of course. But once the news of your past reached him, the extra "All You Can Eat!" voucher he had gotten for you now sat crumpled in the bottom of the communal bathroom's trash can. He was unsure as to what exactly had deeply upset him about the sudden news, but he was upset nonetheless. Perhaps it was because you had reminded him of a guilt he still struggled with, the guilt of failing to protect his sister. Maybe he had begun to shift some of the blame for Lilith's demise onto you at some point, seeing as she had started the Celestial War to prevent your death. Or maybe Beel saw you as someone unworthy of his sibling's love and adoration, some random guy that had swept his sister off her feet who was the same as any other human, similar to Asmo. It was hard to accurately place his feelings towards you, and this only unsettled and discomforted him more.

Avoiding you wasn't something that the Avatar of Gluttony had to put much effort into doing. It wasn't often that you crossed paths or spent long periods of time in close proximity, as before he mostly only came into contact with you when you'd be around his brothers. All he really had to do was stop talking to you to fully ignore you. Occasionally you'd try and speak with him, Beel would cut the conversation short by using Fangol or his hunger as an excuse to leave your general vicinity. It became a common situation that he would wriggle out of talking with you, using the excuse of needing to go to Fangol practice that moment or he would be late, only for you to later realize it as a lie when you saw him talking to some of his teammates in the hallway as you walked by with your silent Guardian Demon. Eventually you took the hint and gave up approaching him, resigning yourself to a melancholic silence in his presence.

Following your resignation in seeking him out, he would at times occasionally forget you were still in the House of Lamentation and living with them. If it weren't for the brief moments he'd see you at meals or Mammon's complaining, Beel would've thought that you had moved into the Purgatory Hall by now. There were even times where he wouldn't even see you at meals at all, not noticing the fact that the extra serving of food in that night's dinner had been meant for you and not something to keep him from snacking on his brother's plates.

One night, Beelzebub had been the one to seek you out. Not of his own volition, but rather at the request of Lucifer in order to get you to come in for dinner. Where he found you was quite an unexpected location for a vulnerable human in the Devildom, a secluded corner of HOL's garden that if he hadn't heard strange noises coming from he probably would not have found.

A soft smile crossed you face as you sat down on the bench, carefully removing a very precious object from your bag as you hid away in your favorite spot in the garden. The instrument glistened brightly in the moonlight, illuminating your surroundings in such a manner that made your harp appear as it was glowing. Sliding your fingertip gently along one of the strings, you couldn't help but admire Simeon's handiwork. The harp was something of an ancient relic by itself due to its age, made apparent by the wear and tear it had acquired over the years despite your best efforts of preservation. It had meant a lot to you that the Angel you had slowly come to view as a friend had repaired the object for you, not only because of the effort he had put into its restoration, but also the meaning behind the harp itself.

With trembling fingers, you gently plucked at on of the strings. The soft hum the vibrating chord let out released a deep sigh from your chest, a feeling of tranquility vibrating throughout your body as the sound faded out. You tested out a few more of the chords, getting a feeling for the different pitches of each string. While it didn't sound exactly as you had remembered it, you couldn't find it in yourself to complain about the miniscule detail. It had been hard enough already to find someone capable of repairing a Celestial harp, let alone anyone who could bring the instrument back to an almost brand new quality.

In the beginning, you had just been strumming without any real rhyme or reason, trying to adjust yourself to playing the harp that you had stopped yourself from even touching for many, many years. Slowly, your inconsistent notes feel into a familiar order, becoming more and more complete until it had became a proper song. The song was one deeply ingrained into your mind and perhaps even your soul, one that you could never forget even if you tried. As your fingertips glided across the strings, memories of a flower field came to mind. It was almost as if when you shut your eyes you could feel a pair of soft hands covering your own, guiding you to play each note with the gentleness and warmth of a summer's breeze. With each note that sounded into the hidden area, you could feel it reverberate in your chest, like you had been plucking at your own heartstrings rather than a musical instrument. You had almost reached the climax of the song when the sound of footsteps approaching caught your attention, snapping you out of your dazed stated. Turning towards the sound, you locked eyes with a pair of violet ones.

Practice had been rather rough for Beelzebub, and the demon was looking forward to returning home. Lucifer was on cooking duty for the night, so Beel couldn't afford to miss it. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy his other brothers' cooking, but something about the way the Eldest cooked made it taste so incredibly delicious. Plus, it wasn't often that Lucifer prepared dinner. The enticing scent of his brother's cooking flooded out of the doors as he entered the House of Lamentation, drawing him to pursue the source. Beel had almost made it through the doorframe of the kitchen, when an invisible barrier suddenly blocked his path. Oh, Lucifer must've cursed it to keep him out again. But even through the thick door and strong curse, Luci could still hear the resounding thud when Beel had hit the barrier. Slowly, the eldest cracked the door to the Kitchen open just enough to see him, speaking an order to him quickly before closing the door once more.

Thus, Beel began searching for you throughout HOL, his stomach growling viciously all the while. Though he'd loved to have given up by now and just gone to eat, Lucifer had specifically said that he wouldn't be allowed dinner should he not find you. Seeing as the punishment had happened before, Beel knew that his brother wasn't messing around with him and would keep his word. A bundle of distress had began to form as he strolled through more and more rooms, finding no trace of you in any of them. His brothers didn't have any clue where you had gone off too as well, surprised that Beel hadn't found you in your room as usual. There were only three places you might be at this point, and with the other options being the Catacombs and the jaws of some random lesser demon, he headed towards the garden first. Maybe you had gotten lost in it somehow, chasing after some sort of scaly-backed rabbit or some lost homework. But as an entrancing song began to sound from one of the farther corners, the idea that you may have been lured in by a siren came to mind.

As he approached, the song became clearer. The first thing he recognized about it was the instrument type, a harp that left a twinkling feeling in its general vicinity. This effect was common for Celestial harps, something that Beel had not heard nor seen since after the Fall. Vinyl's and recordings could not accurately sound and feel the same as the actual harp, so it was off the table that you could have just been playing something off of your D.D.D., leaving him with only one conclusion. Somehow a harp from the Celestial Realm had made its way into the garden of the Seven Avatars of Hell, and someone was playing a tune that Beel nearly knew by heart. Finally, he made a turn into a clearing that had been hidden by a pair of branches that were easily nudged away. A familiar scent of honeysuckle and lavender struck his senses as he entered the space, finding you seated on a bench with something clutched closely to your chest. A Celestial Harp with very distinct engravings running along its golden surface.

"Beelzebub? What are you doing here?" Your eyebrow raised, lowering your defensive posture slightly. The slow relaxation of your arms gave him an even better look at the object in your grasp. "Beelzebub, did you need something? Why are you getting so close-" "That harp. That's one of Lilith's." His form cast a shadow over you even in the dark, and the way the moonlight highlighted his features made the way that he loomed over you even more intimidating. "I- ehm, yes. Lilith gave me this harp as a gift, a very long time ago." You had closed your eyes to try and add a little confidence to your words, but they snapped open at a sudden shift in weight on the bench underneath you. "Can you play that song again?" "I... I guess?"

The way that you played this time was far more shaken and nervous than it had been prior, but you eventually lost yourself to the music and properly played the chords. You longed to feel the sensation of your memories as you had done before, but a different feeling coursed through you with the flow of the rhythm. Closing your eyes did not make you feel as if you were in a different place, but rather made you more in tune with your surroundings. Each object created a sort of aura that lit up your brain, as if it were some strange type of echolocation. The aura that struck you the most radiated from the demon sat beside you, this warm red that came in pulsations with hollow gaps in between. It reminded you of the very first time Lilith had taught you the song, whispering into your ears to feel the life all around you. Eventually the song came to a close and you opened your eyes.

"That's a song that they always used to teach young Angels in the Celestial Realm. Despite being a kid's song, Lilith always loved it and would play it whenever she had the chance." Your gaze locked onto Beelzebub as he leaned forward on the bench. "Lily always played it when she would wait for me in our meeting place. She liked to call it 'Our Song' and really wanted me to learn it. So, we spent years going over the same tune until I knew it by heart. Even now it is engraved into my very soul." A fond expression crossed your face at the memory. For a moment it was silent, until the sound of your text ringtone went off. Several messages from Lucifer lit up the screen, inquiring of your location. "Oh, it's dinner time already? Why didn't you tell me?" Beel didn't respond, still sitting in silence. You had begun to get up and walk back towards HOL, before his hand suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. It was a bit of a stronger grip than you would've liked, but you could tell even then he was holding back. "Did you need something, Beel?"

"...Mc, can you play that again for me some other time?"

In the beginning, Beelzebub simply just wanted to hear that song again and again. Songs played on a Celestial harp weren't just something you could record the audio of and play it back or even played on a different instrument, they needed to be experienced in person on an Angel's harp. The days that he pulled you away into the secret spot in the garden were at random, but slowly increased in frequency over time. It reached a point where you would keep the harp on your person just in case Beel wanted to hear it. Originally, neither of you would talk following the performance of the song unless it was about Lilith, but over time the talks about his sister faded away and were replaced with talks about each other's days and questions exchanged about personal interests, histories, and such. The song slowly became an excuse to be around you, rather than just a simple desire to hear what he had known as "Lilith's Song".

You were beginning to grow on him, and when you had the gall to protect him and Luke he began to develop respect for you. Once, he had thought of you as a reminder of his failure and the Celestial War, but he had begun to see you as an equal now. A human worthy of his pact, despite the complicated history they shared together. The scent of lavender and honeysuckle had been something he used to avoid, tying it to you being nearby, but now it was something Beel wanted to be surrounded by. It was a smell that reminded him not only of you, but of Lilith as well.

While he had disliked you in every meaning of the word before fully getting to know you, something he had never truly wanted was for you to pass on. And after getting to actually know you, the desire to keep you safe and especially alive bloomed and grew. So finding you in a battered heap at the bottom of the staircase torn his heart in two. He could sense the way Belphie felt towards you and understood his contempt, but an unfamiliar anger boiled deep inside of him. Beel couldn't bring himself to hate his twin in any regard, but still he was upset by his actions. This inner turmoil left him rooted in place, staring with very minimal reactions other than despair and sorrow. Once again he had failed to protect someone he loved, a thought that ate away at him as he watched you die in Mammon's arms.

Prior to the Attic incident, most of the time you spent with Beelzebub was very contact free. Just simple discussions or comfortable silence, perhaps with a brief touch when he'd pass you a piece of food that he wanted you to try. But following your demise and later revival, Beel seemed to want to touch you as much as possible. If he wasn't having you sit on his lap or vice versa, he enjoyed being pressed up against your side. Particularly with one of his hands resting against one of your pressure points so he could feel your heartbeat.

Nightmares were something he had on occasions, but none were more frequent than the nights following your death. Most of them were just replayings of the event, but sometimes the dreams could be incredibly cruel. Mixing your death with Lilith's, mocking voices surrounding him, showing his brain's interpretation of Belphie killing you that made him feel even more like he could've prevented it, or all of those things at once and more. Waking up from a particularly nasty dream sent him seeking you out immediately, needing to make sure that you're alive and okay. Though usually just feeling your pulse or having a brief conversation with you would soothe the ache caused by the nightmare, he found that he couldn't properly sleep unless you at least slept in the same room.

Beelzebub knew his devotion to you from the moment he formed a pact with you, one made out of respect rather than the transactional agreements commonplace in many others he formed before yours. But the sensation that Lilith had always felt for you was a gradual increase that sprouted from your times in the garden. From a mutual respect grew fondness and longing, steadily blooming into what his little sister called "love". This bloom truly burst one night as you lay slightly together, his arms holding you close to his chest as you willingly nuzzled against him. Shockwaves of warmth and fullness coursed through his veins at the action, and he pulled you in tighter. In that moment he deeply understood why Lilith had done such a stupid and reckless thing to save your life. If it he been him and you in that situation, he too would've done the same.

Belphegor:

Belphegor knew your face long before the Celestial War. Like his sister, he too had been fascinated with Humans, perhaps even more than Lilith had. When Lilith had first met you, you had met her brother not too long afterwards since Belphie had come to retrieve her before the others noticed them missing. He grew to know you as Lilith's friend, and later Lilith's lover, a man that he would recall the face of when his sister would go about her lovestruck ramblings despite hardly knowing you himself. But after the Fall your face was nothing but a stain on his mind. His contempt for humanity rose more and more by the century, with you as personification for the whole species.

So when the very person that he felt to be the sole cause of his sister's demise ascended up the stairs, he recognized you in an instant. Surprisingly you did as well, rushing over to the bars with a worried expression. His blood boiled at the way you called him "Belphie", gritting his teeth and digging his nails into his palms to keep him from desperately swiping at you from the bars. The desire to escaped his confinement tripled the moment he locked eyes with you, if it weren't for the bars that separated you he likely would've ripped you to shreds. But, he needed to stay calm. There was no way he would be able to get out of the Attic without your help, and if he made too much of an uproar it may alert Lucifer to his plans. Ditching the plan to trick you into thinking he was a human, he tried his best to convince you that he was still an Angel. Sadly for him, you weren't as naïve as you may have been all those years ago and he confessed his true form. Only after that did you agree to help him. Watching you descend the stairs, he began plotting your downfall.

Reasonably, he was upset when you had confided in his brothers the truth about your identity after meeting him. Putting distance between yourself and his brothers put a heavy dent in his plan, since you would need all of their pacts in order to destroy the barrier keeping him locked away. The night you had told him he had stormed away from the bars in a huff, and refused to talk to you every time you would return to the attic door after. Only after you repaired your bond with Beel did he speak to you, but it took the formation of Satan's pact for Belphie to actually look at you.

Your conversations with each other were always brief and stinted, unless Belphegor began to feel your trust in him slipping. He'd put on the façade of kindness whenever you began to grow hesitant to go along with his plans, empty promises and forced pleasantries flowing easily through his lips. These "sweet" moments made him grow angrier at you as well, but not just because he was talking to you. Something about speaking with you in such a kind and attentive manner pissed him off to no end, only made worse by the residual feeling of uncertainty you left him with each time. Uncertainty not in your trust in him, but his own ability to fully enact his plans. The very thought that he may not have actually wanted to kill you all along infuriated him.

But once he found you standing alongside his bed in the Attic with the door open behind you, the uncertainty he held was drowned underneath the waves of the ocean of resentment and anger that had built up over the years. A sudden feeling of unbridled joy overtook him as you gasped for air whilst he strangled you, the joy carrying over and growing in intensity as you drew closer and closer to death. Even as his brothers crowded around you he felt nothing but the rush of adrenaline he had gotten from seeing the despair and betrayal in your eyes. And then, seeing your teary-eyed form reappear alive at the top of the stairs crying joyfully about the tales of Lilith's second life as a human, left him feeling nothing but hollow.

Though he may have acted with a fondness and admiration towards you following your revival, Belphegor couldn't shake this feeling of remorse. And how could he not? He had killed the very man that his sister had loved so dearly, her love that transcended beyond her first and second demises. While he did want to repair his relationships with you and his brothers for what he had done, for a while he just avoided you entirely. Avoiding you was something difficult since you seemed to almost always actively seek him out, so one of the only escapes he could use was sleeping. Belphegor was aware that you didn't like waking him up and bothering him unless necessary, so he pulled the sudden slumbers out of the blue quite often.

To fully avoid thinking of you though, he couldn't be in his own dreams. If he did have a dream it often involved you, and no amount of dream manipulation could get you out of it once you were there. So, he went into the dreams of others instead. Most of the time it was of lesser demons who just happened to be asleep at the time, or occasionally it was one of his brothers'. Unfortunately, it seemed that a divine force was getting very upset with this dancing act he played with you, because one night he found himself stuck in one of yours.

Initially, the Avatar of Sloth had thought he was in the dreams of some random lesser demon. The open valley in front of him wasn't something he was at all familiar with, and from the amount of discarded armor and dried blood on the ground it didn't seem like a place he would've wanted to be anyway. His attempts at changing anything in the dream were strangely ineffective, and it seemed all he could really do inside of it was wander about and watch. Shuffling through the mounds of metal, he found himself at the edge of a campsite. While the area itself lacked any living beings entirely, a transparent illusion hung over the deserted scenery. One of a grand feast, adventurers clinking together mugs of ale and chatting over heaping plates of meats and fruits.

A certain person at the center of it all stood out to him. The face of a man he could never truly forget. Belphie wanted to run and get out of your dream as fast as possible, but curiosity held a tight grip on him and only beckoned him closer. You appeared overjoyed in the scene before him, happily downing another mug as you spoke in a tongue he'd never heard you use to a man next to you. The merriment of the atmosphere around you was infectious, and it almost brought a smile to his face. Almost. Because any sort of joy he got from seeing you so happy was quickly replaced with despair.

The man you had been so eagerly chatting with had seemed like a friend of yours at the time, reciprocating the same friendly conversation with you as you had given to him. Yet, seeing the way that he now stood over you, bleeding out onto the ground, he no longer looked like a friend. A tremble had set into his fingertips as he watched the sudden scene of betrayal, noticing each and every detail of the exchange. The way the stranger had for a moment lovingly cradled your face before quite literally stabbing you in the back, scurrying away as the drunken fools surrounding you finally caught on to the situation at hand. Dread filled his mind as he slowly backed away from the scene before him, unable to look away until he could no longer see you behind the crowd surrounding you. Had someone betrayed you in such a way before? Or was this your way of coping with his betrayal of you? He no longer had to wonder these thoughts any longer, as he backed straight into someone.

It wasn't unusual that you would dream of past events, memories of times long gone. They weren't always pleasant, as that'd be impossible without outside interference, but the bad dreams didn't effect you as much as they used to. You could still be caught off guard by certain things or deeply immersing dreams, but most of the time your dreams were reacted to with indifference. As such, the memory of tonight's dream wasn't one that really effected you. You remembered the location fairly well upon waking up in the medic's tent, and as you exited you prepared yourself to rewatch the memory as you had before. What you weren't prepared to see however, was a trespasser in your dreams. A very familiar demon with a cow pillow clutched tightly to his chest. While a part of you wanted to call out to him and ask him why he was here, you were more curious of his reaction to the scene before you. It wasn't often that people would enter your dreams or used spells to watch your memories, and their reactions were almost always interesting. Standing behind him now, you waited for the scene to conclude before confronting him.

As he backed into you, you lazily wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel him jolt but not pull away, eliciting a soft chuckle from you. "Whatcha' doing here Belphie?" He didn't respond, but the discomforted hums and way his eyes darted about were decent enough as an answer. "Eh, why you're here doesn't really matter. Did ya' like the show?" "...No. Why would someone like that?" In response you shrugged, releasing him from your grip and sitting down on the ground next to him. "This memory in particular just always reminded me of a stageplay is all. Perhaps Simeon could use it in one of his stories." You brought a hand to rest underneath your chin in a thoughtful pose. "Have you been betrayed liked this before?" Belphie spoke, still standing up next to you. The way he balled up his fists and looked away from you made it clear that the dream was upsetting to him. "I guess you could say that. But I guess it makes sense in this context, y'know? Assassination attempts on war strategists were pretty commonplace back then. It's nothing I'm not used to after all, I've had far worse."

The silence following that statement was almost deafening, enough that it made you uncomfortable to the point where you'd have to talk about the elephant in the room. "Don't worry about the whole Attic thing, Belphie. It's fine, I'm not mad at you." A sudden sniffle caught your attention, drawing you eyes towards Belphegor. He still refused to look at you, but the way his shoulders shook made it clear he was holding back tears. Reaching out a hand, you grasped his wrist and gently tried to tug him to the ground beside you. This action seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, as the Avatar of Sloth crumpled onto the ground beside you, curling in on himself. "Belph-" "Why? Why aren't you mad?" He sobbed. You paused, taking in the situation before you moved closer to him. Of course he tried to recoil from your touch, but once you trapped him in a sort of sitting down hug he knew that unless he gave you a really strong kick you weren't going to let go of him. "Belphie, I was upset at first. Being betrayed and stuff isn't the most fun thing in the world. But, I'm not mad. I'm not claiming that I know what you've been going through all these years, but I do understand your struggle. Your contempt for the world that took someone you loved so dearly away from you. If I was in your situation, I feel that I likely would've done the same." Another sob racked his body as you ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact as you brought him closer to your chest. "I've come to terms with everything and I do forgive you. All I hope is that you can forgive yourself."

In the morning, Belphegor wasn't in his room when Beelzebub had come to wake him up for RAD. His twin was certainly surprised when Lucifer said that you and him had asked to take the day off of school with the excuse of being sick, but decided to simply ask the two of you about it once he got home. Unbeknownst to the rest of HOL, both of you sat in your room, snuggled closely together as a movie played on the nearby television. The tears that stained Belphie's face were slowly fading, as the pact mark on the base of your neck glowed a faint purple.

Forming a pact with you after that night was a sort of promise on his part. A promise to never allow harm to come to you ever again, by his hands or otherwise. It was a spur of the moment idea that he took and ran with, something largely uncommon for the Avatar of Sloth. If he was forming a pact under any circumstances he would've spent time and thought out what the individual was offering to him in trade, but he threw himself into the pact as soon as he had woken up from your dream. He didn't quite care what lie you had told to his older brother about your absence for the day, all he really wanted to do was spend it with you. Your touch had suddenly become intoxicating, and the scent of honeysuckle and lavender was now deeply engraved into his memory. Even if his brothers had already explained everything about pacts to you before, he made sure that you knew just as much control you had over him. He wanted to make you feel secure around him, and know that he would never want or try to hurt you again.

While he may be at your command, Belphie is still quite mischievous and lazy. It takes a bit to fade back into it, but the way he treats you now is more akin to how he treats his brothers, albeit in your case a little more intimate. Should you be seated anywhere in his vicinity and dare to have nothing taking up the space on your lap, you best believe that you'll gain a new lap warmer within the minute he sees you.

Besides Beel, he really doesn't have any desire to share your precious time with any of his brothers, the Royals, or the Purgatory Hall. Complaining about it to him gets them nowhere, as he simply nuzzles himself into your neck deeper and uses the excuse of having spent the least time with you.

A feeling that you accidentally kickstarted within him is the spark of curiosity he had long ago about Humanity. You are pretty much the closest thing to a living Human History book, and if you remember a certain event he's going to probably ask you about it. At times Belphie can be as deeply interested in listening to you speak on a topic as Satan, but you have to be careful about certain details. Bringing up foul and painful memories makes both of you uncomfortable and lengthy, uninteresting things make him fall asleep, so you have to cherry pick certain things. The topic he finds himself most interested in oddly enough is basic household appliances in the Human World, besides the refrigerator. Belphegor now desperately wants a Roomba to take over when its his turn to vacuum, but gets upset every time that he sees that they aren't on Akuzon.

Belphie thinks a lot about the Attic incident and your forgiveness of him. While he still may not forgive himself from doing such a thing, he slowly coming to terms with it as well and making steps to better himself and your relationship. You often make sure to let him know to take as much time as he needs, seeing as you aren't going to die of old age anytime soon. He does not like that joke.

It takes a very, very long while for him to be open and honest about his own nightmares that involve you. He can't bring himself to describe the details of them to you, and even recalling the events of the dream is painful enough as is. If you're asleep while one of these dreams are going on he'll often escape to your dreams, unless the one you're having is much worse. He'd rather sit through another one of Mammon's money dreams than watch something terrible happen to you, even if you say that those memories don't effect you.

Coming to terms with how deeply he truly cares for you is a bit of a rocky road. Sure, he doesn't want to see you hurt and thrives off your happiness, but he also feels guilty about his past actions still. It takes some time, but he eventually allows himself to begin indulging in your happiness and joy instead of hanging around and cuddling with you just to give you brief moments of joy. Over time he realizes just what he felt about you, a feeling that had built up from the moment he'd first met you snowballing into the current day. Something that Lilith had always told him about. That feeling was love.

Out of all his brothers, Belphegor is the most insistent on you remaining in the Devildom. It would make a lot of things easier for you as a whole since you wouldn't have to keep moving around and lying about your identity, and he also just really wanted to keep you around.

#obey me hc #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x male mc #obey me angst #obey me fic #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #i am very tired im gonna go take a nap now lol... not. genshin time

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Obey me! Lesson 58 Spoilers!

And my quick commentary on it.

Honestly...I'm not surprised by their fears...and I have nothing else to add to that...just...wow.

LUKE!?!? MY UNOFFICIAL LITTLE BROTHER!?!? I'M SO PROUD!!!!😭

Oh my god, this poor boi doesn't to be alone 😭😭😭

This makes sense since Belphie was locked up in the Attic for who knows how long. This fear might even stem back to the Celestial War because of losing Lilith.

Real life tho, side tracking from the game for a bit, I actually have a very similar fear. Not the exact same but, pretty close. I'll explain the best I can, I have a slight mixture of Autophobia (fear of being alone) and athazagoraphobia (fear of being forgotten) and basically, I'm afraid of the people I care about leaving me and forgetting about me. It's why I try to make a huge impression on people and try to be a great friend to others.

And yes, my MC, Maya has this same fear because she's, well, me.

I know it's not exactly what Belphie is afraid of but, with the similarities, this hit me close to home for me.

Long story short, I feel that, Belphie. I really do.

OH MY GOD, THIS POOR BOI DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE HIS BROTHER 😭😭😭😭😭

It's been very clear that Beel has some serious PTSD and survivors guilt. This just puts the nail in the coffin because his fear of losing Belphie. Or honestly, losing any of his brothers for that matter. And that he indirectly caused it. It's just. So sad. I just want to hug this teddy bear of a demon😭😭😭

I just love the fact that the brothers all agree to run in and protect the baby boi that is Beel.❤❤❤❤Beel Protection Squad👬👬👬🧍🏻‍♀️

Well...Satan's fear is...very fucking deep. Like, I knew that he hated being compared to Lucifer but, his fear is that he's nothing more than a copy of Lucifer? That's some serious daddy brotherly issues. Though, it's very reassuring that Lucifer was the one to tell that him was his own person. And he even snapped out of it and took on the bogeyman. That some serious character development. 😭

Well...um....Hello, God? Jesus? Michael? I have some serious questions now....

One, Simeon. What the fuck are you afraid of????? Whatever or whoever it was, it got him shaking in his boots over here!

Two, was Simeon about to pull a Diavolo and confess oooooor👀👀👀👀

WE DID IT!!!! YOUR A WIZARD, HARRY!!!!!

Firstly, I find it funny that Diavolo and Barbatos both agree the we're the one protecting them😂 Also the fact we're too unpredictable for even Barbatos is great.

Secondly, Simeon. Lucifer.

SERIOUSLY, I NEED ANSWERS!!!!

Seriously????? Who was that light???? Was it actually their father???? Or what????

I'm really curious where the story is gonna go from here. Like, most of the lessons where about us becoming a sorcerer and now that we have....what's next? Where do we go from here? All I know is that I'm excited to see what's going to happen next! 🤩

P.s. this is the second time I had to write all this down because it didn't save and deleted everything so, I'm dying......😅

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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beelspillowpet · 3 years

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A Lesson in Love - A “Character Analysis” on Asmodeus

I had to come for the tracks, wigs, and weaves of bitches when Pomade dropped because I saw people talking shit about my boy. This was a milestone “project” or “reward” I guess?

I hit 400 followers today while I was out running errands!!! Thank you guys SO SO MUCH for the love and support! I can’t WAIT to produce more content for everyone!!!

Below the cut there WILL BE talk of season 3, as well as some talk of chapter 16. There’s a healthy amount of theorizing on his personality as well, I hope you don’t mind! This came out more like a plea to get people to change their minds about how Asmo really is, rather than a comprehensive essay of sorts. So here we go!

There’s something we apparently still need to talk about in this fanbase. The unrealistic idea of Asmodeus being a sex freak, and an unreliable person in general despite there being little proof of it. We need to set a few things straight about Asmo moving forward.

December 25th rolled around and Asmo’s audio drama and song were released. I take it everyone enjoyed both parts, as well as I did. My timeline both on twitter and tumblr were filled with Asmodeus content, as well as the other brothers and such. But I mostly got Asmo content. However, in peeks and cracks, if I looked hard enough, I still saw people who absolutely loathed Asmo or who were indifferent to him. Keep in mind; I think it’s okay. You don’t have to like everyone.

I’ve only joined the fanbase in September, but even I could tell some of these takes were old fashioned. I downloaded the game on October 17th, a very important anniversary for me, while I

was still in bed in the morning. I blazed through the entire story of season 1 and now I am stuck in season 2, specifically in Chapter 24. I obviously don’t have every card of Asmodeus with his Devilgrams, but I have been analyzing his character over the past few days for this.

So needless to say, I have a considerable amount of information on him, as well as personal thoughts that may help some learn to love him. Or at the very least, from spreading a negative idea of him around as if it were true. Enough that should help clear his name, so to speak.

Let’s look at his title; Avatar of Lust. Now naturally the thoughts that come to your head are sex and other sexual bits. So I can understand how some people would come to the conclusion that he’s just a sex freak. But if you look under the surface of his title, like I’m sure you’ve had to for your own personal favorites (*cough* Lucifer, Belphie, and Satan ESPECIALLY) you would discover that Asmodeus is more than just about sex. In fact, sex takes up very little of his pass time, if you were to believe it!

In recent chapters, as I’ve been told, Asmodeus doesn’t really get around much anyways:

Granted, this was said while in Celestia, but I imagine not much has changed for him since his fall, as well as his brothers.

Not really comfortable being with just anyone, huh…? Sounds like someone who doesn’t have sex so warily often as you’d think!

Being lustful can come in many shapes and forms. It can be merely in appearance, which Asmo is not afraid of doing. He’s very comfortable about skinship and it’s very apparent in how he dresses and acts that he wants you to adore his body. To worship it! Maybe not sexually, but aesthetically! Being lustful can mean just thinking about sex or sexual scenarios often, which if you take a peek at Asmo’s chat’s either with you or his brothers, is very apparent too.

Personally, I believe that people would assume he is not good in a relationship because he would have a “cheating problem”. I don’t think Asmo is a monster, just like I don’t think any of the brothers are monsters. They may be demons (technically fallen angels) now but they used to be angels too. Their falling out with their Father doesn’t mean they’ve completely abandoned morality, it was a rebellion for Lilith’s right to live. Not for them to sin as they pleased. For all we know they might have been fine in Heaven otherwise! (with the exception of Lucifer.)

A monster knows right from wrong and chooses evil anyways. An ignorant person doesn’t know right from wrong. Asmodeus is not a monster, nor is he ignorant.

When Asmo genuinely loves you, I think he would take steps to calm down that side of him, if it were to exist. Lust is fairly limited, but it is a part of love to some extent. LOVE is vastly different. Love has many languages, and they aren’t all spoken either. For me, personally, I found that Lucifer’s love language can be either very direct, or roundabout so as to not let it go to your head, for an example. Asmo is just far more direct about his care for you.

I feel as though Asmo gets a lot of crap constantly for his presumed nature and because we don’t get to see much else of him at first, especially in season 1, his impression on us sort of stays. With most of the fanbase either somewhat new to the game or somewhere lost in the sea of the difficulty curve that is season 2, we can only assume based on what we’ve seen, and what others have headcanoned about him.

Let’s break and talk about Satan for a moment; this is going somewhere.

I’m led to believe that Satan can control his sin fairly well. He’s easy to get irritated, sure, but he isn’t as much of a walking ball of rage as I suspected. I would argue that, aside from Leviathan, Satan can handle his sin the best out of the brothers. But again, we’re forgetting about Asmo. The Avatar of “Lust”. Like I’ve shown before, he doesn’t really sleep around a lot, according to anon.

At worst, Asmo being flirty is through text and he’s not actively trying to sleep with you. It can be interpreted that way, but for me personally, it comes down to having a friend that is very up close and in your personal space.

(I myself am one of these types of people. Having ADHD, my social cues are always sort of off, and I’ve struggled with coping with it for years. With my best friend, we have seen each other naked countless times and have slept in the same bed as well. We were never romantic with each other. We were just very comfortable being close and personal with each other.)

I’d like to point out also that Asmo isn’t even there for most of season 1 too. Which can give you the idea that maybe he just was out sleeping around a lot, but to me he probably just went out partying a lot. You don’t get known that fast for sleeping around. Maybe in 5,000 years, sure, but I’d imagine being a party boy, as his Devilgram “Guided by Desire” suggests.

So the idea that Asmo isn’t in the house a lot because he’s out having sex all the time isn’t true is it? He’s probably just out partying, which can LEAD to sex with someone sure, but again, Asmo doesn’t feel comfortable doing that, now does he?

I feel like of all the boys, Asmo is the one who radiates with everyone else the most. Most people will never realize how surreal it is that Asmo is faking it until he makes it. He doesn’t always think he’s beautiful, or that he’s worth all the love he’s striving and straining to get. Something that is extremely relatable for a lot of people with self-worth issues. Asmo is just like that, but instead being sarcastic and self-deprecating, he simply works to make himself look as beautiful as possible, so that in his eyes, his beauty matches the affection he gets.

Which is why, when he falls in love with you, it’s strange. You are constantly telling him he’s nice and pretty, but you aren’t lusting after him. You’re just being nice. It may just be me, but when people are overly nice just for the sake of being nice, I’m very attracted to that. That is Asmo, to some extent. The fact that he reflects the insecurities and habits of others so clearly may make others uncomfortable, but that brutal honesty veiled behind insecurity is what a lot of people with self-image issues deal with.

Now for me to share my favorite personal idea for Asmo that completely changed how I saw him in season 1 onwards; Asmodeus is an empath. Now let me explain:

First, what is an Empath?

The term empath comes from empathy, which is the ability to understand the experiences and feelings of others outside of your own perspective. Seems simple, right? Everyone can do this to some extent. However, what makes you an empath is the fact that empaths genuinely feel the same pain as you do. So much so your experience becomes a very personal part of their own. They are capable of being able to feel other people’s emotions without them speaking, or even showing signs of it through their body language.

This would explain, for me personally, why there’s so little of him in season 1. The intensity of what goes on in the house, his sensitive soft-spoken mannerisms, the only time he truly gets mad is when he’s childishly arguing with Mammon? Asmo is afraid of true conflict, he’s afraid of violence and negative emotions. Let’s face it; everyone is indifferent or hates you at the start of the game.

While this changes fairly quickly, all the intense feelings come to a head in chapter 16. All those negative emotions swirling around, of course Asmo isn’t going to want to be in the house when it’s that intense. The attic didn’t just disappear completely, too. Belphie was still in the attic hating humans. That negative emotion could be affecting Asmo and he didn’t know why, so he could have been out of the house more.

Where Asmo can feel the emotions of others, it may mostly be the negative ones because they fill him with anxiety and panic if it persists. Which can be helpful in making him so urgent to want to make others smile and feel better, right?

Imagine being intimate with Asmodeus, and suddenly you aren’t in the mood for it anymore but don’t want to make things awkward. He could pick up on it in an instant and wouldn’t get mad because he understands how you feel completely.

Now to close this out about something that genuinely hurts me; Asmodeus is a narcissist.

I mean, the wiki says that he is, but personally? No, no he isn’t. Since when is loving yourself a bad thing? Sure he may go a bit far sometimes, but people with self-image issues need to go a little harder than the rest to make sure they're getting the love they need.

(Talking about myself AGAIN, but I do this a lot. At random, I will look up in my own mirror in front of my desk that I sit in front of all day and tell myself I am a cute bitch. I am VERY VERY cute and anyone would be lucky to have someone as drop dead gorgeous as myself. I say that a few times a day. In reality, I am very insecure about my looks. I do believe I’m cute, but sometimes it’s hard to say it. Which is why I force myself. Why wouldn’t Asmo do the same?)

Talking yourself up to be as beautiful as a sex god is no easy task, but Asmo isn’t the Avatar of “Lust” for no reason. When an insecure girl talks up her beauty, it’s her being strong and independent. When Asmo does it, its narcissism… it doesn’t really seem fair, now does it? Maybe he��s just an insecure person who needs to tell himself ALL THE TIME that he’s beautiful. That if he stares at his reflection long enough, he may see it too.

(Also, Simeon literally calls him out on being insecure. Insecure people tend to try and overcompensate where they feel they’re lacking.)

”Asmodeus is hinted to be insecure and seeking for love and attention. When Simeon was asked about what he thought of Asmodeus, he says that Asmodeus is still trying to fulfill the role of the angel he used to be; an angel that was adored and loved by many. Asmodeus laughs at Simeon's remark and brushes it off by saying that he is only jealous.” - A section from said Asmodeus Wiki.

People can choose to love or hate Asmo, obviously. Making things up about his character without having anything but speculation and having that dictate how he acts is plain silly. This entire “essay” if you can call it that, comes from the heart. I love Asmo as a character, and in the beginning he did make me uncomfortable, I didn’t like him that much. But I learned to look past that and figure out why he acts the way he does. Something didn’t sit right with me about him for a while, and it was that air of insecurity that I didn’t see at first.

All I can really ask for, is giving Asmo another chance as a character. He’s not as wild and wacky as Mammon, or as cool and sexy as Lucifer, or as edgy and precious as Belphie, but he matters in this story too. He fell from grace with his brothers for Lilith. Give him another chance, and let him show you that he is the Avatar of Love.

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Demon Boys Find Out MC has Depression

TW: Mentions of depression, worthlessness

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Lucifer

Notices they’ve been acting differently

Hasn’t came down to eat in a while and has noticed they’ve just been staring at the floor or lying down staring at the ceiling a lot lately

Doesn’t want to bring it up immediately so leaves it and waits for them to bring it up with him

Decides to finally bring it up after he finds them silently crying in their room

Sits down on their bed and pulls them towards him into a hug where they continue to cry into his chest

Rubs their shoulder to comfort them and informs them everything is going to be ok

After they’ve calmed down, he asks them what’s been wrong lately

MC tells him they’ve got depression but it’s just a bad week for them and they’ll be ok soon

Desperately tries to convince him they’re fine but Lucifer knows they’re not

From then on, Lucifer does his best to make sure MC is at their happiest and if they’re having another off day, he’ll make sure to be right there by their side, comforting them and giving words of encouragement

Mammon

Noticed MC hasn’t been very talkative lately and is eating very little and often just stares off into space, ignoring everything around them

Foolish human, not taking care of themself

Marches straight into MCs room but accidentally walks in on them crying

Panic sets in and the little speech he’d prepared in his head had long disappeared

Rushes straight to their side and grips their shoulders, pulling them into a hug

Let’s MC cry onto their shoulder and gently rubs their back to calm them

Asks them what’s wrong before they even got a chance to calm themself down

Explains to him that they’re depressed and has just been feeling down lately

Mammon doesn’t understand what his human could be so upset about, so asks why

MC tries their best to explain how they feel and how worthless they feel on the daily and how they feel like they don’t belong here

He’s shocked to hear this from them as they’re normally very happy on the outside

Grabs MC into another tight hug and tells them everything will be ok and that he’d always be there to look out for them. After all, he’s their first.

Makes sure MC is always smiling after that day, and Mammon makes sure they know their worth by telling them every day from them on

Levi

Levi is no stranger to depression so spots the signs pretty early on

Doesn’t exactly have the confidence to ask them about it though, so instead, he invites MC to play with him or watch this new anime he found recently to try cheering them up

When MC knocked on his door, he answered it and was met with a visibly faked smile, that much was clear to see

MC was obviously not focused after Levi turned to them and they were looking at their fingers, twiddling them every so often

Levi finally decided it was time to bring it up and straight up asked MC if something was bothering them

MCs voice was completely monotone as they bleakly stated they were depressed and it just wasn’t a good week for them

Levi thought it over in his head what to say or do, and in the end, he scooted over to MC and wrapped his arms around them, gently rubbing their back as their body went limp in his grasp

He told them everything would be alright and he feels the same way sometimes

Reminds them he’s there and they’re never alone

Offers to put on a funny anime for them to watch together or let them borrow any manga he owns that may cheer them up

After that day, Levi spends a lot more time with MC, sometimes just coming in unannounced with arms full of chocolates or anime

Doesn’t like seeing MC sad and actually really doesn’t like being without them by their side

Will support eachother in their own ways

Satan

Satan’s no idiot, he knows somethings up

MC had stopped coming to dinner and they missed a few classes too and last week, when he’d invited them over to come read, he noticed they just stared at the words, and didn’t even flick a single page

Decided not to say anything though as he thought it really wasn’t his place to, but watched over them carefully

Eventually brought it up when he noticed MC had completely stopped coming to class now a days

He knocked on MCs door the next day to ask them about it, but when they didn’t answer, he decided to let himself in

When he saw MC lying on their bed staring at the ceiling he decided to come sit down on the bed next to them

MC slowly got up, eyes blotchy and red from obvious crying

Satan noticed this and held them tight, rubbing their back softly, giving them words of support

Places his hand on theirs and gently rubs it, asking them what’s been up lately

MC tells him that they have depression and this just happens sometimes

Satan of course knew how they felt, as he read it in a book once

Strokes their hair and pulls them towards him, telling them he’s there for them, always, and if they needed to talk, he advises them come to him

Is very visibly protective over MC from then on

Spends more time with them, making sure they’re smiling and enjoying themself

Always reminds them how much they mean to him

Asmo

Knew straight away something was going on

Noticed very often their hair is never brushed and they seem to be losing a bit of weight too

That really won’t do

Walks to MCs room carrying a full set of nail varnish, face masks, perfume and all sorts of makeup tools to help cheer them up and making them look their best again

Decides not to knock, they probably won’t mind!

Takes one look at MC in a ball on the bed and Asmo is running to their side and cradling them in his arms, completely disregarding the box he came in with

Brushes their hair with his fingers and shushes them, telling them it’ll be alright

Cups their face in his hands and asks them what’s been going on lately and why they aren’t taking care of their skin

They tell him they’ve been feeling depressed lately and just hasn’t been feeling like themself the past few days

Asmo, like Mammon, doesn’t understand why they’re so unhappy, so asks why they feel that way

MC tells him they feel worthless and replaceable and Asmo just listens while they let out all their feelings

He assures them that that’s not true and he loves them dearly

Gets up off the bed to grab the kit he came in with and offered to cheer MC up and hopefully make them feel a bit better about themself

Now Asmo regularly checks up on them, giving them words of support, encouragement and love and even happily does MCs nails if they ask

Beel

Didn’t really notice much at first

Started to worry when they stopped coming to meal times

Decided to stop them in the corridor and ask them if they could talk in his room

Sat them down on his bed and asked them if they’re feeling alright

When they started to break down, he held MC tightly and rocked them gently for a while until they calmed down

When they told him they were depressed, Beel had to ask what they meant, as he didn’t quite understand

After explaining, Beel knew exactly what to do, as Belphie had showed signs when he lost Lilith

He rushed down to the kitchen and grabbed MC’s favourite comfort foods and drinks

Sat with them for as long as they needed eating as little or as much as MC wanted

After that, Beel became their personal body guard and councillor

Whenever MC wanted someone to talk to, Beel would step up to the be the demon to help

Very very protective from then on

Constantly checking if they’re eating enough and taking care of themself

Gives massive bear hugs if MC looks even slightly sad, and refuses to let go until he sees them smile

Belphie

Didn’t exactly notice straight away as he’s asleep more than 80% of the time

Began to see the issue when MC never left their room and was sleeping almost more than him

Didn’t really think it was their place to pry but he hated seeing them so down and with them being in their room so much, it meant he never had his nap buddy around

He was another demon who wasn’t exactly a stranger to depression so thought it would be about time to step in

So walked into their room one day unannounced, picked them up, flung them over their shoulder and put them in the attic bed

Cuddles up to them, wrapping his arms around their waist and asks them what’s been bothering them so much

When he feels their body shake and sees wet tear drops dampen his pillow, he squeezes them tightly, rubbing his face into their neck and lightly stroking their hair

Let’s them cry it out for a while until they’re ready to talk

Urges them to tell him so he can know how to help them when they’re feeling like this

When MC tells him they’re depressed and just feel this way sometimes, he contemplated what to say to cheer them up

Continues to just hold them in his arms and tell them it’ll pass soon and gives them little compliments and encouraging words every now and again

From then on, he’s sorta just clung to MC

Sleeping? They’re right there next to him. Eating? Right there next to him. Classes? Sat right next to him

Likes to take as many naps as possible with them as he believe a good cuddle solves everything

A/N: if anyone ever needs someone to talk to about life, or how they’re feeling, my DMs are always open. As someone who struggles with bad mental health, I will understand. This is a no judgment zone. You are amazing and whoever you are, even if we haven’t met, I love you and your life is worth it :)

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mageofseven · 4 years

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Hi I just recently discovered your blog and I’m in love with your writing! I have a little request if you don’t mind. The brothers (and undateables I’d you want to) finding MC bruised and beaten and later discovering they got into a fight with another demon. Thank you in advance if you decide to write this!

Awww thank you so much! I might end up doing the Undateables in another post, but I'll just stick to the Brothers for this one.

And thanks for requesting 😊

TWs: violence, vague s*xual assault

Spoiler warning: 1st year spoilers in Lucifer's and vaguely in Belphie's section

Lucifer:

Was checking out the area under Diavolo's orders.

Apparently there have been some people sneaking around in the old Colosseum and normal methods to keep other demons away from the historical landmark have been futile.

That and word has made it's way that some criminals have been using the place to secretly make dealings

So when he got there, he had expected to find some such people lurking around

Instead he found MC on the ground in the center, bruised and bleeding with their arm bent in a very concerning way.

He rushed up to them, calling their name and checking them for signs of life.

Honestly, the man was having major flashbacks to the day he lost his sister.

This was exactly where Lilith fell and Lucifer had to watch his sister, all broken and in pain until Diavolo came and he had to make the deal that changed everything

The deal that eventually led to MC's existence

Yet here they were now, in exactly the same place and state and the demon couldn't help but break down for a minute with panic he tried so hard to conceal.

The human let out a groan and the man could only sigh in relief.

"MC, oh thank the Devil..."

"Luce...?"

"You'll be alright." He promised. "I'll take you over to have Simeon heal you."

Despite the internal panic and flashbacks of such a traumatic event, he still handled the situation well.

Once MC was all healed up, he asked them what happened.

Apparently, they found a note that someone had stuffed in their school bag, asking for them to meet at the Colosseum.

They thought it was weird, but curiosity had gotten the better of them so they went and were attacked while exploring the ancient building.

The demon had meant to kill her, but sensed Lucifer approaching so they dropped the human and ran for it.

Ends up getting as much info from them about the attacker as he can.

Even if MC doesn't want the demon to die for what they did, they get no say in the matter.

Because of their status as exchange student, this attack is a political issue and the consequences Lord Diavolo warned his people about originally must be put into play.

Politics aside though, Lucifer would never let any being who hurt MC get away with it.

Becomes a lot stricter with what they can and cannot do

Like, they're not even allowed to go for a walk around the block without either him or his brothers accompanying them.

Even changes up their class schedule to make sure they have at least one of his brothers with them per class and they even have to walk MC to their next one.

Any arguments about this from MC or the brothers fall on deaf ears.

He will never let anyone lay a hand on them again.

Mammon:

School day had ended and he was on his way to pick MC up from their class.

Since Lucifer decided the day they came that he was responsible for their safety, he always had to do stuff like this.

He was late today though since his teacher held him back after class.

Blah blah F on the test, blahh blah summer school, blaah blahh blaaaah. Whatever man; he wasn't listening

And because of them, he was late. So much so that when he arrived at the human's classroom, they weren't there.

Lowkey panicked.

Shit. Shit shit shit, where'd they go???

Practically runs in the halls trying to find them

Knows Lucifer will have his head for this if he can't track 'em down.

Ends up hearing some kind of ruckus in the courtyard

And finds a big group of students forming a circle and chanting "Fight!"

"Oh yell!" Is momentarily distracted from his problem and joins the group. "Fight! Fight! Fight--."

Oh shit. That's his human in the circle!

Mammon's brain just started buffering as he watched MC dodge and weave, even getting some good hits in. The second brother was actually pretty impressed.

The lower demon in the fight eventually lost his footing and fell to the ground, giving an opening for MC to give a big kick between his legs and the demon let out a shrill scream. His green skin started smoking and changed to grey as it hardened and suddenly seemed more like stone than a person.

The circle of students started cheering and Mammon's jaw practically hit the floor.

Holy shit, the human did it!

MC fell the ground, panting heavily and bruised from head to toe.

Mammon finally rushed up to them.

"Damn, MC! You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

All of a sudden, some students started running and others just quickly jumped back, revealing Lucifer and Diavolo.

....yep, he's dead.

The two older demons started asking MC questions as they caught their breath and Mammon tried to sneak away.

Lucifer grabbed his brother by his jacket, but otherwise paid him no mind as MC told their tale.

Apparently this demon that sits behind them in their Devildom History class had been giving them crap for a while; calling them names and pushing them around. Today they even started touching them in places that made them wanna break the demon's hand.

MC snapped and told them such. The demon only grinned. Honestly, he was probably waiting for them to say that.

From there, he dragged them out by their hair and the rest is rather obvious.

Diavolo had some of his men carry the demon away. Apparently, the stone-like skin is defense mechanism, essentially the equivalent of a turtle hiding in their shells for that sub-race of demon.

The prince assured MC that the demon will be dealt with and tasked Lucifer with getting them healed up.

Mammon was hung upside down from the roof for a few hours for letting this happen, but MC was patched up and okay in the end.

Leviathan:

He usually buys all of his otaku stuff off of Akuzon

But occasionally, he likes to go out and by manga at this store downtown.

It's a once in a blue moon sort of thing, but he still does it

MC felt like taking a walk so they joined him

The two explored the shop as Levi fanboyed about seemingly every other series he passed.

The otaku had already started a pile of manga he planned to buy.

He didn't even notice when MC left his side until he approached the counter to pay

Boy just assumes you bailed on him at first and sinks into self-loathing mode

Until he heard a scream from outside.

He abandoned his manga and raced out, just in time to see another demon run for it and MC leaning against the building.

Their right arm was bleeding from the holes and claw marks made into it.

The third brother started freaking out and rushed them home, even leaving his books there.

When they get back, Lucifer patches them up with a first aid kit and a little bit of a potion.

MC explains how they were shopping with Levi when all of a sudden they saw Beel outside the store waving at them

She went out to talk to him, but then suddenly, it wasn't Beel anymore.

Apparently, it was a shapeshifting demon and, since they specifically choose Beel's form to take, Lucifer assumed that they must have been watching them for a while and planning this attack. They likely chose Beel because they knew he was someone MC would let their guard around.

Levi felt like crap for letting them get hurt, but MC said it was their fault for being tricked.

Lucifer decided it was both their faults and gave them both a long lecture

Satan:

The fourth brother invited MC out for coffee

The blonde actually really likes the atmosphere of coffee shops and wanted to share it with them

The two ordered their coffee and sat at their table while talking about books. He recently read a book on artic fauna from the human world and was comparing the information he read with their own knowledge

It was a very relaxing experience like most of MC's quality with Satan.

Before the two of left, MC had to stop in the restroom.

That demon waited patiently for the human at their table, but when almost ten minutes went by, he became a bit annoyed and puzzled.

Not wanting to be rude, but also ready to leave, Satan approached the bathroom door

He paused mid knock when her heard a low growl followed by a cry from MC

Now in his demon form, the blonde kicked the door off its hinges. It wasn't locked or anything, but the man was super pissed.

Found a demon pressing MC, who had a gash in their head, against the opposite wall

'An eye for an eye' is more or less the philosophy he followed here, or rather, a head for a head.

He took the demon and slammed his head into another wall over and over again.

MC had to run up and tell him to stop after the other demon passed out.

They left the demon on the floor of the bathroom and Satan, with his arms around MC to keep them close, headed back to House of Lamentation

The human didn't want the other brothers to see them like this and worry so Satan snuck them into his room and went to get the first aid kit.

It was quiet between the two as he patched them up.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." He said as he finished with their stitches. "Seeing you hurt like that just made my blood boil. They deserved it, but you shouldn't have had to watch."

"It's okay... thank you for saving me."

The two spent the rest of the night huddled together in his room, reading and just settling down from the incident.

Asmodeus:

Shopping trip!

Asmo was a bit too enthusiastic about it, but that's part of why MC was all too willing to go

He mainly just wanted to see MC in cute outfits, but also bought a few for himself

Any self-consciousness MC might feel on her own is long gone when they spend time with him. He's always hyping them up and complimenting them and overall making them feel beautiful.

Time spent with Asmo is always a good time and well spent.

The fifth brother does actually leave their side for a bit after they found someone hot to flirt with

MC didn't mind and just let the Avatar of Lust do his thing as they continued to look through the racks.

At some point a very good looking demon approached them and started flirting with them

It became obvious that this dude was one of Asmo's demons, another demon of lust

Even with this in mind though, their attention really did make the human feel special, even if they probably said such sweet words to everyone

MC underestimated the demon, thinking that just because Asmo wasn't the aggressive sort that the demons under him wouldn't be either

Ends up following him out of the store and makes out with him against the wall of the building

They didn't understand why they were doing this, but the human's mind had been feeling foggy for a while now.

Suddenly, MC's whole body started to feel heavy and they were so dizzy that their vision was just a blur

Ends up passing out and waking up a few minutes later to Asmo crying as he stood over them and begging them to wake up

"Azzy?"

The man threw his arms around them.

Finds out that the fifth brother went looking for them when he saw that they weren't in the store anymore. He came outside just in time to see one of his underlings try to suck their soul out of their body.

As soon as they heard their superior's voice though, they dropped the human and ran.

The two went straight home and Asmo was extra clingy with them for the rest of the day.

Beelzebub:

The two of them went together to Madam Screams since they were both craving sweets.

Beel was really hungering for a cherry pit pie (though of course he planned on order other things as well) while MC was really hankering for some chocodevil cake.

The two happily got in line to pick out their treats, but MC stepped out to get a clearer view of the case with all of the treats to see if they wanted anything different instead.

Ends up getting attacked by a famished, minor demon of gluttony and slammed down on the glass case containing the sweets.

Beel jumped into gear; he changed into his demon form and threw the other demon off of them.

During the skirmish, the two ended up breaking down a wall and crushing three tables.

When the fight ended, the big guy rushed up to MC to make sure they're okay.

The human was bleeding and had a lot of glass shards embedded in their back and arms.

Though worried, the sweet boy keeps himself together and carefully takes out the bigger shards.

Rushes them home, treats forgotten.

Once home, Lucifer is the one who gets the rest of the glass out of their back and cleans up their wounds.

Beel stays by their side and lets them squeeze their hand when Luce's clean up hurts too much.

Luce gives his younger brother a lecture for all the stuff he had broken back at Madam Screams, but is surprisingly lenient with him.

The older brother didn't say it (and honestly, he should have), but he was proud of his brother for stepping up and protecting MC, but at the same time, expected nothing less from him.

Yeah, Lucifer will likely get sent the bill, but MC's safety is more important.

Belphegor:

Belphie had fallen asleep during class; no surprise there.

The rest of the students left the room when class ended, but the seventh brother continued to sleep at his desk.

MC found his sleeping face cute and didn't want to wake the demon

So instead, they hung around the classroom, waiting for the Avatar of Sloth to awake; the school day was over and the classroom wasn't going to be used for anything else so they thought there'd be no harm in hanging around.

Sadly, they were wrong.

Another student, a jerk from their Seductive Speechcraft class had waited for them to leave the classroom in order to harass them, but when they didn't come out, he came in.

Eventually had them backed up against the wall and forcing their hand up their shirt, causing the human to yelp.

He tried covering their mouth with his other hand, but MC bit them, angering the demon and leading them to putting their hands around their throat as he yelled at them.

The entire time, the minor demon never saw the Avatar of Sloth sleeping at his desk.

Big mistake.

Belphie woke up and saw the scene before him, turning into his demon form real quick.

Didn't hesitate to grab a hold of the bastard and make him let go of MC, who was now gasping for much needed air.

The seventh brother used his miasma aura to weaken the demon as he was now the one doing the choking with the lower demon.

MC covered their face and cried in their corner on the floor.

It was too similar to That Night™️ and the human was bordering on panic attack because of it.

Once the minor demon passed out, Belphie turned and saw MC crying on the floor.

He rushed up to them, but stopped once MC started screaming and begging for him to stay back.

That look in their eyes... it was the same fearful look he remembered from That Night™️

And it killed Belphie inside because he never wanted them to be scared of him ever again.

He waited for the human to calm down and, with their permission, slowly approached them.

He wanted to hug them, but was afraid that they'd just be reminded of it even more so he held back.

Surprising him, the human hugged him instead.

He held them tight for as long as they needed and started to notice the bruises forming on their neck

The two went home after that and reported the incident to Lucifer before Belphie dragged MC with him for a nap.

He chose Beel and his' room since he knew the attic would probably be too much for them right now.

Cuddled close to them and apologized for all of it. For falling asleep and leaving them defenseless. For the other demon's attack. For scarying them. Above all, that he was sorry for That Night™️

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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sugarandspice-games · 3 years

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Spicy take time (costarring Sugar): The Bros rated by how well I think their arcs/character development/relationship with MC was written and how much it makes sense. (Disclaimer: Our affection for these characters and how interesting, compelling, and lovable we find them has ZERO bearing on this list. ALSO, beware, here there be salt, IE, this is critical of the writing. It’s also long as fuck, so if you just wanna skim and read the bold parts, that’s okay too. You are also free to disagree with us as this is just an opinion, and keep in mind that we have only read to chapter 24 so if there are elements of the story we are unaware of... please be understanding of that and don’t spoil it.) Let’s get started, shall we?

1) Starting at the top is BEST BOI IMO: Beelzebub. So, yeah, in terms of character development and growth, he really doesn’t change all that much, aside from starting off not trusting MC to slowly opening up to them about his trauma. But putting that to the side, his relationship with them makes the most sense. After sharing a bedroom and helping him open up, as well as having the mutual goal of protecting Luke, and then even later going on to save his beloved little brother, it follows that he absolutely adores you afterward. Also, he doesn’t start off disliking you like some of the others. So, all around, he makes the most sense. He’s also one of the deeper characters with his backstory, even if I wish they’d give him other flaws than just being hongry (and playing his unhealthy eating habits/coping mechanism as a joke. Disordered eating should be taken more seriously, especially binge eating but that’s a can of worms for another day)

2) Second best is probably going to shock you, but Satan takes this spot. Why? Well, strictly in terms of arc progression, his relationship with MC starting out as one of manipulation and growing into something more genuine when they go on a heartwarming and wacky adventure together with his hated older brother which causes him to open up makes a lot of sense, at least more so than some of the others. While I wish they gave him more meat characterization wise, I think his arc was pretty well done in terms of story structure.

Okay, so, Sugar here. While I agree with Spice that Satan could use some more meat (and that we should be able to have some more information on Baby Satan because we all need that in our lives), I think that the progression of him and LUCI’S bond (not MC’s) could have done with more subtlety. While I appreciate him softening up, and see that progress, we don’t really get to see the tension of the newfound change and how he settles into letting things go/mellow out and I get it-- it’s a dating sim and the secondary relationships are well, secondary, but it would be interesting to see him and MC bond more through time.

3) Third place probably won’t be all that shocking, because this is where I’m placing Lucifer. He’s arguably one of the characters in the series who’s gotten the most love from the writers, having the most screentime, the most affectionate scenes with MC, and the most fleshed out backstory and characterization as well as fleshed out relationships with each of the characters. His relationship progression with MC also takes a nice, even pace, with him slowly learning to trust them and respect them, culminating in an almost-confession (I THINK. Unless I’m reading that part wrong) and then being shattered at MC’s betrayal, and then earned back in true Pixar-movie fashion by them teaming up for a common goal. HOWEVER. And this is a big however. I would love to see his unhealthy tendencies addressed and NOT fetishized. (Don’t come at me with that “BUT THEY’RE DEMONS THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE EVILLLLL” dude. If a demon being in a healthy relationship is where you draw the line in terms of believability, then why are you playing a fantasy demon dating sim anyway?) I love him, I stan him, I simp for him, but I wish he had at least apologized for his not-subtle threats of physical violence toward MC rather than jumping straight into the ALSO kinda violent “You’re mine and nobody else’s” gimmick.

Unlike some men (SPICE), I am actually not a Luci stan and while I do have a soft spot, and understanding of his place as an eldest sibling... I would also like to see the writer’s unravel the unhealthiness/coping Lucifer has in place and why/how it came to be. I feel like we get a sense that Luci has thawed since coming to the Devildom but we don’t really see how Lucifer in the Celestial Realm (and how his friendship with Simeon) has progressed. Luci has a lot of love from the writers but from a story stand-point, he is never really allowed to be weak and own up to his own flaws and how that has impacted/hurt MC.

4) Sharing fourth place is Leviathan and Mammon! I’m putting them in the same spot because the issues I have with them are the same, though I plan on addressing their good points individually. But since my beef is simpler, I’m going to start off with the bad. IMO, a good rivals to friends to lovers romance happens in STEPS. You start off from not getting along, to then finding some things in common, and gradually coming to respect each other, and then like each other, and finally love each other. This... doesn’t really happen with these two, and while we see the change from both tsundere boys starting off disliking you and eventually coming to love you, we don’t really get that inbetween that makes the payoff so much worth it. And if those inbetweens are there, the story doesn’t really tell us that, and it doesn’t show us their thought processes. Like, how much would it suck if in pokemon, your charmander evolved immediately into Charizard upon beating your first few gyms? It’s like that.

But as for the good, Levi’s arc makes sense because you’re the first person to really let him be himself and not shame him for the things he loves. You let him ramble about his interests and show interest in them yourself (AT LEAST IF YOU’RE NOT A FUCKING MONSTER. I’ll let Sugar talk more on him, that’s their boy.)

Whoo, boy. Here we go! For whatever reason, the otaku became my favorite and I love him, but as far as arcs go... He could have gotten a bit more screentime and progress. It makes sense that he would become attached to MC as his brothers are very, very... critical and patronizing about his interests. He is also by far the most skittish and introverted of the bunch, coupled with his sin and seeing all the ways he falls short (in his eyes) is a recipe for loneliness and desire for companionship/friendship. While I am not happy with the progression, for me, it makes sense and I would also have loved to see some breaking/softening of how much his Sin influences him when it comes to MC. I’m not saying erase it because demons are meant to give in to temptation but some reassurance and acceptance of that would be good.

(I also know that there is some disk horse about him guilt-tripping you about spending time with his brothers and while I agree it can be hard... It definitely isn’t on a painful level. Like, say... Ray’s in Jihyun’s route in Mystic Messenger. This also is a difference for players who are interested in one love route versus the many route and different strokes, but I digress.)

As far as Mammon goes, well, you’re his first. And he’s not only glad that there’s someone who’s kind to him instead of making fun of him, but also takes pride in having someone to protect. His puppy crush going to full blown love is adorable.

This blog is all about spicy takes, yeah? Well, here’s mine (Sugar): Mammon is lovable but not as lovable as he could be and before all the Mammon stans, come for me- let it be known I like Mammon but his introduction and how he comes to be soft is NOT an easy, or believable transition. There are ways to write a good tsundere and the writers just missed the mark by having Mammon be too callous and then slipping to lovable without that sweet slide into the other end. I will not deny he is very cute, and a good character, and a good brother (and also the most human, according to Satan’s home screen interaction) but... The progression and endearment factor is lacking because of the structure of the narrative.

5) Is another unsurprising one, but this spot is Belphegor’s. Solmare. My dude. Why did you do this. We could have had it ALL. It could have been great. But you screwed the pooch. You took anything good about this relationship out behind the shed and shot it like a lame horse. Let it be known that I LIKED Belphie and MC’s alliance to get him out of gay baby jail, and I adored that love he still holds for Beel... I thought he was going to be a fav of mine, in fact. But how they handled the... uhm... murder ruined it for me. I’m sorry, I just cannot believe that I’m supposed to suddenly be besties with the man who manipulated me and crushed me to death like, a week after it happened. What if I have PTSD from that??? Also... he claims that he loves MC for who they are and not because of Lilith, but that’s not believable when his whole turning point is finding out that they’re Lilith’s descendant. The change needed to be more gradual, and having a subtle, gradual forgiveness arc would have been AWESOME but we were robbed. ROBBED I TELL YOU!!!!!

Annnd... Belphie is actually one of my favorites FOR SOME REASON. I DON’T KNOW MAN. I agree that we could have had it and I’m like (Insert Hades red flaming hair gif here). The decision to not have a redemption arc ruined it for me and while I love Belphie and his softness/brattiness mixture with handling MC... It is underscored by a lack of believable affection and the payoff of struggle on both Belphie’s part and MC’s. Also, there is a lot of ‘You are not who I want you to be, but it’s good enough’ with MC regarding their lineage and connections to the brothers and how that plays out/color the relationships with maybe the exception of Satan and surprisingly, Mammon that irks me but again, another thought for another time.

6) Aaaaand last and also the least... Asmodeus. “YOU GET NOTHING!!! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY SIR.” --Solmare to Asmo. The writers neglected him SO much, I like him but what the hell are they doing? There’s so much that could be explored here, and with anything involving Asmo they’re like “I do not see it”. His love for MC also isn’t really that believable when his turning point is realizing that they’re powerful. It doesn’t even fit with any of his potential conflicts. The Diavolo’s castle arc set us up to think that Asmo would have some deep seated insecurities with not being able to be loved or desired by everyone, or maybe some insecurities about not being an angel anymore, or some vulnerability issues or something, and they were just like NOPE. It doesn’t make any gotdamn sense! I just... Grrr. Asmo, I’m so sorry, sweetie. You deserve better.

Asmodeus definitely deserves better and I will stand by that until the day I stop playing this damn game. While I, personally, think that his intrigue with MC makes sense (because he is lusty-- probably not just for sex but in general), it makes sense he would want someone with power but while the set up is there, his character falls flat because there is no bonding moment, or turning point for him at all. His affection for MC is still that playful, carefree, flirty persona he carries and I would love to see it dropped and how his fall from the Celestial Realm really weighs on him and an arc where he and MC talk about vulnerability and the power behind being seen as someone attractive and the way it dehumanizes you at the same time. It could be good-- hell, it could be great-- but it was killed before it started and I will never not think that Asmo could have had some KILLER growth. As it stands, he has more connection/romantic potential with Solomon than MC.

Anyway, that’s all for now folks! Feel free to yell at us in the replies, you know you want to. If this post blows up enough, maybe we can rate the undatables (though they don’t have any story arcs so... that would be a challenge.)

#spice talks #sugar speaks #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 4 years

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So, let's say, hypothetically speaking, Lesson 40 was released today.

And, for the sake of the ask, let's assume that I thought that you played said lesson.

Now, am I right? Or am I wrong? And if I'm right, I think you already know where this ask is going...

-Lesson 32 Anon

Hi so I've been crying like a baby for a while now so that's basically how lesson 40 went

Since I'm playing focusing on Mammon as a LI I have no idea what happens when you choose to kiss the others

Also I think diavolo may or may not be in love with MC???? We'll come to that...

SPOILERS FOR LESSON 40

Starts with Levi coming into MC's room to give them boxes of his stuff, because Lucifer's making him clean out all the things he no longer uses. Levi gives MC the signed script from the play they did together as his most important thing. He tells them that it's not dear to him because simeon signed it but instead because it's a testament of the time they spent together. He gets excited about MC being able to summon him to the human world whenever there's a ruri-chan event but then gets sad because he won't be able to hang out with MC anytime he wants. He hugs MC (HE INITIATES IT! IM SO PROUD!) - you get a choice of whether to kiss him or not. He asks MC to be online every night so that they can play together and to get a quality headset so that'll transcend dimensions (how rich does he think mc is!???)

MC nearly kills Beel in the kitchen by pretending to be Lucifer while he eats and making him choke. Beel says that Lucifer's asked him to clean out the fridge so he's eating everything in it. He tells MC as his dearest thing he wanted to give them his favourite food, but then decided to give them his star alongside Belphie's . he tells them those stars are like family to him and he wishes MC had their own so he could always look at it. He tells them to summon him whenever they need to be protected because he may not look like it but he was the head of Lucifer's personal guard in the celestial realm. You get the choice to either hug or kiss him. He then starts listing all the food he wants to try from the human world. He basically says 'hey you might wanna write this down'

MC nearly kills Mammon in his room by pretending to be Lucifer and nearly giving him a heart attack because they're an asshole who doesn't learn. He tells them he's hiding from Lucifer cause he asked Mammon to immediately pay off all his debts which obviously he can't at such short notice because he doesn't have money (also if he did have money he'd obviously buy more stuff without paying off his debts). MC asks him if that means he can't give them money and he goes obviously I'm not giving you a stack of cash as my dearest thing wtf (considering the tall orders from Levi and beel I'm guessing MC really needs that cash). He gives them the chocolate lizard key chain they got from London and says he's LENDING it to them because it's his dearest thing and he wants it back. They tell him they'll keep it with them wherever they go, and they note that he looks like he wants to tell them something else. You get a choice to either tell him it's sad to leave or to ask him whether he's going to kiss MC. If you choose the second he tells them they need to make the first move without just asking him he says some other stuff and they cut him off with a kiss, he asks for more and I'm pretty sure they make out for a bit. He says something like how they won't be able to do this whenever they want anymore and how if they summon him they're stuck with him. Yeah basically he says, 'summon me once and we're getting hitched. Fuck everyone else I'm staying up there with you and never leaving so you better summon me'. He also tells MC he loves them. This is the third (?) time he said it but it's the first time without any outside influence :')

MC hears music coming from Lucifer's secret study, he's drinking and listening to music and oh yeah also he's spiking his drink with the horny juice from earlier in the season.... He tells them that it tastes good mixed with alcohol, but also he's developed something of an immunity to it. He asks them to command him and you can either choose to asks for a kiss or ask for his dearest thing. He tells that they already have his dearest thing and it's the ring of light they're wearing. He tells them that he likes knowing something of his will always be protecting them. and he says that maybe the drink is getting to him because he'd never be this honest. He asks for another command and they ask to stay in the devildom and that makes his affection go up but he says as a human they belong with other humans. He says that now it's his turn to issue a command and the chapter ends.

Later MC's at Simeon, Luke & Solomon's trying out luke's new cake. Simeon talks about going to visit the human world instead of going straight to the celestial realm, Luke wants to but calls Simeon out for always bending the rules and how they shouldn't go without asking Michael. Solomon says they should both come with him and he'll cook for them everyday. They both immediately backtrack and say they're incredibly busy up in the celestial realm. When MC's walking home Luke catches up to them and says he's going to get a final lesson from barbatos and asks them to walk him to the castle since he's scared of being out alone. He tells them that though he initially didn't like it, the devildom was really beautiful and how the celestial realm doesn't have a night time and it's always daylight and how the human world is lucky to have both. MC asks him to come visit and he agrees. At the castle he goes off with barbatos and Diavolo asks MC to come for a walk with him. He tells them that it reminds him of that time when they were together and he spoke about Lilith and meeting Lucifer. He tells them he's embarrassed about how vulnerable he was at that time and asks them to forget it. They tell him they liked seeing that side of him as well, he tells them it's not a very demonic side but he'll try to show it more if it makes them happy. They talk about MC leaving, and rn he's blushing and will continue to blush for the rest of the conversation. he tells them he doesn't want them to leave because they're important to him, backtracks and tells that they're important to the devildom and then backtracks again and says screw it, I'm not speaking as the future king rn but as myself and how he doesn't want them to leave. They tell him they don't want to say goodbye to him either. He tells them that he's lived a very long time and had to say goodbye to many people but how it's never been like this. He tells them he has something important to say to them and just gets out the 'I' before Luke cockblocks him for the 2nd time. Barbatos scolds luke for interrupting them, and Luke says he didn't want the cupcakes to get cold. He asks diavolo what they were talking about and diavolo says it's private. Luke says that Diavolo doesn't seem to like sharing things and diavolo says that he should really know by now how he doesn't like to share. Since a part of this is in bold it feels like a very *HINT HINT* sentence. Anyway in my opinion if it turns out diavolo is in love with MC, the only option from there is a poly relationship with Diavolo, MC and Lucifer because I'm also pretty sure he's in love with Lucifer too so and we all know Lucifer's in love with MC and has complicated feelings about diavolo so...it only makes sense for them all to be in one loving relationship right?

The day before their last, MC takes a tour of all the rooms in the house and goes to the dining room and gets surprised by the brothers + the others throwing a party. Satan says something like 'what's the point of throwing a surprise party? It'd be easier if they knew about it' and Levi says 'sounds like something someone who has never had a surprise party before will say' and then Satan kills Levi on the spot by saying 'have you'. Diavolo snaps his fingers and they all end up in The Fall (really cool power tbh), apparently he's paying for the whole party. We find out via Asmo that Barbatos is a good dancer (TO CLUB MUSIC) and Satan sucks at it. Asmo also hits on barbatos, possibly grinds on him and talks about his ass so there's that.

The angels and humans slip away. Solomon gives Luke orange juice (this is important okay!). Simeon says that they'll have to leave today itself because Michael urgently wants a report about the worlds nearly getting destroyed (MC's spy messaging system shows that Michale actually wants to talk to Simeon about stealing the ring from him. Simeon's whole response to this 'wow someone stole the ring you stole from lucifer? That's terrible! Who would do that!?') And Solomon needs to go back to check on the human world after some witches called him. He tells MC he can't wait to teach them about the human world and there'll be things they didn't even know about. Luke thanks MC for teaching him not be racist. Yup. He tells them that coming here he was scared that they'll be eaten by a demon or corrupted by the brothers but they proved him wrong by befriending them. That they helped him realise that just like how the angels are not all the same, demons and humans are not all alike either. And he shouldn't judge demons just by what he thinks they'll be like. And how he wants to learn more about humans as well. He admits that he'll miss the devildom. MC thanks him and asks him to watch over them. They ask Solomon to look after the human world and he tells them soon they'll be able to look after it with him. Levi comes to drag them back to the party

The next day MC wakes to darkness and the brothers arguing. Turns out the brothers' plan to keep MC is to literally dump them in a sack and kidnap them. You get the choice to scream or struggle or stay silent. They dump MC back out in the underground tomb. Mammon asks them if they're alive, belphie says why the fuck would you ask that, mammon says that humans can get killed really easily and belphie says Jesus stop lingering on that. Satan says there should be a secret passageway from the tomb to lead to the outskirts of the devildom and that they need to go before Lucifer wakes up. I'm in tears their plan is to literally kidnap MC and run away from home??? They're all leaving the things that fuel and/or enable their sins just to be with MC!???? MC who for once has a braincell asks them whether they're forgetting something, just in time for Cerberus to nearly kill them all. While they're screaming and trying to run Lucifer comes and gets Cerberus under control. Beel accidentally spills their plan while belphie tries to get him to shut up. Lucifer sighs and ends up giving them directions to leave the house and the devildom. When MC asks him to come with them he says he'll catch up. Sometimes I forget he's the one who led a rebellion against God in order to keep his family together. (I want you to know that the brothers spoke about their plan - with code words - IN THE GROUP CHAT ANSJSNS OBVIOUSLY LUCIFER WAS GOING TO FIND OUT)

They end up around a campfire in this desert like area arguing about where to go from here because they have no clear plan. Only for diavolo and barbatos to show up. Diavolo says he knew they'd do this but it's still funny to see that they attempted it (HIS BUTLER CAN SEE THE FUTURE YOU IDIOTS!?), one of the brothers wonders if Lucifer ratted them out only for Lucifer to turn up behind them and say he didn't and to lowkey scold them for getting caught so soon even after he told them the way. Diavolo is genuinely surprised that Lucifer helped them. Barbatos seems genuinely pissed off. Mammon tells diavolo that they did it cause none of them want MC to leave and then he calls Diavolo out and says he doesn't want MC to leave either. Diavolo (FINALLY) asks MC what they want to do. You have a choice to say, leave to the human world, stay in the devildom, or to not get separated from everyone. If you choose the 3rd option Lucifer's affection goes up. (I love how each time you choose something that supports the 'we're a fucking family' option Lucifer's affection goes up).

Diavolo tells MC that while he wishes they could stay, he doesn't want them to be a demon or angel. He wants them to be a human and to do that they can't stay in the devildom. He tells them that he wants them by his side to help him unite the three worlds and to do that they must learn equally about all three worlds which is why rn he needs them back in the human world. Barbatos opens a portal to the human world

And now I start crying - an ending song starts playing as each of the brothers say their goodbyes. I think the song's sung by Asmo's VA? I dunno that shit had me full on sobbing. I can't remember the details about each of the goodbyes and I can't remember beel's at all because it was the first and i wasn't the least bit prepared (also my vision may have been blurred...) - Satan asks MC to summon him so that they can go check out bookshops together and to summon him first, Asmo tells them to summon him every night and he'll hold them in his arms and shower them in love, Levi tells them that he's gonna stop buying games so that he can come up to the human world and buy games with them, belphie tells them he had a dream where all three worlds were combined and where they won't have to be apart, Mammon tells them that all this time he thought that money and cars and things were all he needed to be happy but that they made him happier than any of that and he asked them not to forget him. Lucifer tells them to be happy and how he wasn't going to say goodbye because he'll see them soon. He tells them he loves them. (Lucifer's speech reminds me of what he told Lilith when she died/was reincarnated). The songs continues to play as the cast is thanked. They all get a little animation, usually of them smiling softly and/or blushing in front of a background. The demons are all in their demon forms. Most of them have their bedrooms as the background. And because I'm a Mammon simp his one is my fav cause the back ground is the carnival from lesson 25 where they went on a date and the animation is a somewhat cocky smirk that morphs into a blush while he looks away. In the end they thanked the player over the background of MC's room and I choked. The last shot is a black background with rays of light shining from the corner.

I am deceased.

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cristophynn · 4 years

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the coffee shop — chapter one

summary: it all started out when satan decided to take on a part-time job in a café near his place. by how things played out, he thought that maybe the two of you weren't meant to be and that you were just a dumb high school crush everyone has. fate had other plans, though, and he was sure as hell that it wasn't a dumb crush anymore.

pairing: satan/reader

warnings/tags: underage drinking, implied/referenced child abuse, family drama, mutual pining, ANGST

author's note: again, this has a lot of angst,,, on the bright side, this series has a happy ending! this is an au where everyone is human and reader has they/them pronouns. <3

ao3 work: the coffee shop.

It was already turning seven in the morning when the blonde was walking to school like usual. He shivered a bit when a gush of cold wind hit his face, and he audibly cursed at the air and temperature. Being in the coldest city in Japan, he should be used to this — but he still wasn't. He preferred to beginning of the school year and he was already tired of it, especially when he had to walk around school and neighborhood only to become known as Mammon's delinquent brother.

He was known for being arrested a month ago due to underage drinking just before the previous school year ended, including his whole group of friends. People were scared of him — maybe because of his evident scowl that never left his face. The rumor about him didn't help either, and even if Mammon cleared them up and denied it, people didn't want to believe it. Eventually, he just ended up telling his older brother to not mind those rumors. Besides, the one who spread those came up with the most bizarre rumors, and people ended up believing them just because they didn't like him. All of it was absurd, such as he was the leader of a gang, or he secretly had a job on producing drugs. There was even a rumor about him being sent to a juvenile detention center, for fuck's sake. He had to walk around and listen to people constantly talking shit to others about him being such an asshole despite being rich, and the next reply would always be something about why he couldn't be like his older brothers or sister.

It was true that the youngest child of the Samael Family was a person who was hot-headed and cussed at everyone. He drank a lot and rebelled against his family. Satan never smiled at anyone, except when he was looking at cats or when he was talking to his friends. He hung out with a group of assholes and jocks, and he sneaks out at night to go to parties. He was quick to anger and didn't hesitate to snap back to anyone. He was, admittedly, the child who had the most issues in their family, but did Satan Samael give a fuck? Not at all. He knew all too well that even if he was a mess, he was still a nice kid and the smartest one out of all of them.

If he were to boast about it, he was the only one who wanted to take up a course related to medicine, which was basically a dream come true to his mother who he cherished oh so much. He had straight A's despite skipping classes at times, and he always answered well when he was made to recite. He tried to not worry his mother too much and always made her favorite meal whenever they were doing their reading sessions together. He bought a lot of books for them to read and researched a lot. He went to animal shelters often just to donate money and other animal needs. His inner gentleman was hidden away, but it always shows up whenever there was someone who treated him nicely. Since Lilith went to a different school (a prestigious music school), he insisted on walking to school alone instead of riding one of their cars for many different reasons and knew how to defend himself just in case. He even insisted going to school in a public school ever since he was in middle school so it wouldn't be a hassle to get there compared to his other siblings (who went to private schools all their lives). His brothers and his only sister all went to the other side of town to get to their own destination, and he was the one left alone. Satan was a nice kid behind that stone cold wall of wrath, and only his family knew about it.

He was on that street by that café he always passed by and didn't pass a single glance at it, but he couldn't help but actually look at it properly when he saw through his peripheral vision someone who looked around his age wiping at the window. Two signs were hung on the door and one of them read 'open' in capital letters, while the other read that they were looking for a part-time worker. He figured that the person worked part-time there. He contemplated for a bit as he watched you wipe down on the windows. Well, he was planning on skipping classes, so working and applying in that café might be better. Without hesitating, he approached the barista and stood next to you, immediately saying, "You're accepting part timers?"

Satan felt guilty afterwards when he saw how you were obviously taken by surprise, judging by the look on your face and how you were gripping your uniform so tightly. "Oh my fucking god—" You huffed before taking in his appearance. He watched as you eyed him for a bit, particularly just scanning (read: taking a good look) at his face for a few moments, before smiling wide and taking your hand away from the window, the rag still in your hand. There seemed to be a look of realization that was glinting in your eyes. "Oh, hey! I know you!" There it was. He figured that you would end up saying that, but not with that smile. He knows that you'll end up saying that he's Mammon's brother or that juvenile delinquent or that underage drinker or that blon—

"Of course we are! Satan, right?"

Wait, what?

"Oh." That was all he could manage to mutter out after that statement. A few seconds of something in between peaceful and awkward silence was shared between the two of you, your smile never faltering for even a bit. He cleared his throat and spoke up once more. "Yeah. How did you know?"

The laughter that bubbled from your throat was a different feeling. He's never met someone who was all smiley and nice before, and he certainly has never met someone who didn't know him from stories or rumors about him being total jackass before. "My cousin from my mother side goes to the same fine arts university that your brothers go to and he specialises in dance." You explained as you laid your hand back on the window, going back to wiping and making sure it was spotless. "They went over a few days ago to work on a group project and your brothers told us about the whole family. It was mostly Beel, though, while Belphie slept and added some rather negative side remarks. Also, hey, do you think you could wipe that top portion for me? It's usually uncle who does this, but he's sick." You looked back at him, and he didn't hesitate to take the rag for you and wipe down on the area you couldn't reach.

"You live with your cousins?" Satan asked as he continued wiping as you went behind him to take the backpack hanging by one of his shoulders, and when he felt your hands by the straps of his bag, he let you take it to he could comfortably clean. "Also, what did they say about me?" He asked with his head turning a bit to take look at you, and you gave him a gentle grin as you held his heavy backpack close to your chest. Actually, heavy was a fucking understatement. It awed you how he had to walk to school and walk back home with this heavy backpack, because he looked thin and didn't really look like he would be able to lift up that heavy of a bag.

"Yeah, I studied too early and got accelerated when I was in 7th grade, but I didn't want to go to college early so I went to Japan to work for a bit and make some money." You answered his first question as he handed back the rag towards you in the middle of your sentence and took back his bag from you. You were walking back inside, and before you could open the door to the café, he was fast enough to hold it open for you to go in. "Beel said that you were favored by your mom, and that you were absolutely smart. Belphie said that you were an asshole, but I didn't really want to believe that." You smiled wide as you stepped inside and waited for him to enter, leading him to the employee's supply room that had shelves for storage. Satan felt the warm air that came from the heater hit his body, and he sighed in relief as he freely took off his winter coat.

"Why so? What makes you sure that I'm not one?" He asked once again with a raised eyebrow, setting his bag down by one of the shelves and hanging his coat by the coat rack in the supply room. He stood there and watched you go through a box full of aprons with the café's logo on it.

With that bright grin of yours that never seemed to leave your face, you had an apron in hand and gave it to him, mentally hoping that the apron you gave him was the right size. He hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to finally slip off his blazer and remove his necktie with the RAD school logo. He then placed the apron neatly on top of his white dress shirt. "Well, I know for a fact that you're your mother's favorite. I don't think you'll be her favorite if you weren't nice. You wouldn't be here either if you weren't someone nice." You stated and reached up a hand to give his shoulder a light pat, before turning around to go back outside.

Satan stood still, unmoving and shocked by the sudden skin contact, and he was left alone in the supply room. It was only when you yelled for him to come out that he snapped out of his trance, and with a genuine smile gracing his features, he stepped out of the dark room to start his first day of his part-time job.

"I'm home." Satan spoke as he entered the large mansion that they considered as their home. It was unusual for him to come home early, and even the guard who was on his shift was surprised to see him already home. His personal butler, who was in the middle of drinking tea and reading a book that he recently bought in the lounge room, was the first one to greet the blonde man.

"You're home already? Your school ends at 3:15, and you usually hang out with your friends until 8, right?" Azazel asked with a small smile at the sight of the boy he took care of since he was practically in diapers. He was like the son he could never have, of course, since he was way too content with his work to be thinking of having a family. "Did you even go to school?"

Azazel grew up in a decent family with an adoptive younger sister named Akuma, who was younger than him by ten years. He had just the perfect shade of baby pink hair and had the softest, burgundy-colored eyes. It was all complimented by his pale skin that was as soft as a baby's bum, and he had an average build and height. Add all those together, and he was an actual carbon copy of his mother. Their parents were unfortunately unable to provide for their needs anymore, and Azazel had to stop studying in the middle of his second year of college at the fresh age of 19 due to the lack of income. So, he ended up dropping out and decided to start working for his family, not wanting the lack of money to ruin his younger sister's dream of becoming an anesthesiologist. He was lucky enough that Barbatos, one of his close cousins, were able to refer him to a job without a college degree. He was lucky enough to get accepted right away, since the man's wife was weeks away from giving birth. After she gave birth, out came Satan and he was assigned to be his personal butler. He basically raised him alongside Mrs. Samael, more often than the boss of the house did.

Satan scoffed as he slipped off his shoes and neatly placed it on his own shoe shelf by the wall. There were times that he envied his brothers by the amount of luxuries and expensive presents that they got from families. Their personal shoe shelves were all filled to the brim, while the shoe shelf that was under his name only filled three shelves out of ten. He knew he wasn't the most decent member of the family, and that he shouldn't even care about it, but he couldn't help it. It was hard to not feel guilty for his birth or envious of his brothers whenever he remembers that he was the unplanned child, the problem kid, and the boy full of nothing but wrath. It was hard not to remember it when he remembered that the bedroom he had right now didn't exist in the first place and was just two regular guest rooms who had the wall between them taken last minute.

"Come to my room then, Azazel. I'll tell you all about my day today." Satan answered with a small grin at his father-like figure before making his way up to his room. Closing the book in his hand after marking the page where he left off, he placed the hard-covered material on the rather large coffee table next to his cup of tea and wasted no time in following his young master.

After the long flight of stairs up to his room, Satan was already comfortable in the presence of his private space. It was a room of his dreams, really, something you would see in castles based off the countless novels he read— a large window was directly across the room from his door with a built in, window-nook, king size bed of the same length. His room was rather spacious and everything was neat. Just beside the door was a clothes rack where hung his pyjamas and other clean clothes that he regularly wears (because he never sweats for some god-awful reason). On the left size of the room was a large bookshelf that was built into the wall and was almost full of books, with only a few shelves remaining. A cozy-looking sectional couch was there, along with a large coffee table in front of it and a mini refrigerator to the side. There was a smart television in front of the couch just by the wall beside the door, and it was completed with a small table that was just framed pictures, awards, and medals. The right side of the room was near where the bed ended. There was a large study desk where two Mac Pros were placed on, and just underneath that was where he usually placed his school bags. There were two doors, one that led to his own bathroom and another that led to his walk-in closet. His room was mostly white and dark green themed, so his inner slytherin beneath his ravenclaw demeanor was rather pleased.

"So? Where were you off to today that you decided to skip school?" Azazel asked with a chuckle, freely making his way over to the dark green couch and comfortably taking a seat on the soft cushions. His slanted eyes were turned into crescents when he smiled, and his burgundy irises never failed to glint with happiness towards the boy who he practically raised.

Satan couldn't help but let out a laugh as he walked over to the study desk he had by the corner and set his backpack down on the seat. That's only when Azazel had realized that Satan was only wearing the white, long-sleeved dress shirt that was part of his school's uniform, and that the dark blue blazer and yellow necktie with the words RAD was nowhere to be found. A few moments, Satan had pulled out a dark brown apron that was just about his size and gave his butler a big smile. "I got a part-time job at this café that I passed by all the time just earlier." He said, throwing over the apron to his butler, who only caught it and checked the logo of the café. "I decided that I'll work for around 5 hours on the weekdays and 7 hours on the weekends. I'll just have to work after school, so I'll have to be finished around 8 or 9 probably."

"Dreamland Café." He looked up after reading the logo that was printed in white lettering. He handed back Satan the apron by tossing it in the same way, and the teenager swiftly caught it before placing it back neatly inside his backpack. "So, you won't be drinking anymore? What got you into this, anyway?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I'd still drink." Satan rolled his eyes as if he had just heard the most bizarre thing ever whilst walking over to the clothes rack and unbuttoning his dress shirt to change out of his clothes. Without hesitating, he took off his dress shirt and changed into his dark green oversized tank top. "There was a barista wiping the windows and they couldn't reach it. Foreign, but they spoke in really good Japanese. The café was hiring part-time, and I'd really stay outside rather than see father's face."

Azazel only laughed at his statement. He was used to his antics already, and honestly, the part time job was just one of his mild ones, so he didn't mind it. He always sided and defended Satan no matter what, because he obviously needed that. Ever since Satan was a child, he hated his old man. Actually, the word hate was an understatement for his feelings towards that ghy. He despised him and was disgusted at everything he does. He always wanted to smack a punch on his pretty little smirk. He talked shit about him and couldn't stand him, even when all that Lucifer did was just breathe in his direction.

"Just don't let your father find out then. You know how he'll react." The butler stood up, adjusting his necktie a bit before making his way to the door and gently taking hold of the knob. "I suggest telling your mother though. She might want to know about this, especially when she finds out you're leaving on weekends."

That's where Satan found himself regularly ditching his friends' hangouts and stopped drinking regularly everyday for the past two months. He was always looking forward to the time he would make it to the café, and even went to the extent of buying himself an electric bike just to get to the café faster (which he will never admit to you that he did, but you already knew it). He had to admit, he grew fond of you and the little family he formed with the café owners. He started to enjoy just talking about random things and laughing all the time while he did his homeworks. He was just the person who usually took people's orders, which was why he was able to finish his homeworks earlier compared to the times he stayed out drinking. After his shifts, he would stay and have dinner with you and the family, most of which was home cooked meals that he rarely had since he used to just eat junk food.

He couldn't care less about his salary, really. His first paycheck was something he was shocked at (and him mentally asking, "how can someone who lacks so much money be so generous?"), and so he specifically asked for the minimum wage and only asked to count in for 3 hours everyday. When he requested for that, of course your aunt was hesitant about accepting that request, but Satan just kept insisting and even told her how he didn't need the money. He really just wanted to spend his time somewhere else, and that explanation was enough for your aunt to agree and just go with the decision he asked for. So, every 23rd of the month, he gets a paycheck of ¥58000 to ¥60000.

By the time summer vacation started, he had already changed his wallpaper on his desktop to one specific group picture of the people he got close to— your aunt and uncle was on each side with big smiles on their faces, your two cousins and their spouses were at the back and what seemed to be laughing in the background, your niece and nephew was right at the front and playing around without noticing the camera shot, your cousin that was still in college was laying on the floor and doing an attempt of his embarrassingly sexy french girl pose, while you and Satan were right in the middle of the picture with a content smile on your faces. It would never make his heart flutter, and he even went to print out the picture and have it framed to add it to the collection of pictures in his room. His phone's wallpaper, on the other hand, was a selfie that you secretly took. He didn't know when that picture was taken, but he was surprised to find that (along with about more than 30 selfies) while he was scrolling through his gallery to find the picture of the history lecture that was written on the board.

He found himself already too attached to the whole bunch of people he met, especially you. He found himself laughing and smiling more, or even taking care of your niece and nephew along with their pet cat at some days. It was like he was part of a family that genuinely cared and loved for each other despite not being as wealthy as them. He loved his family, as much as he hated to admit it, but he just loved spending more time at the café since it was fun. There was this warmth that he always had in this chest whenever he spent his time there. So when the days passed and he realized that it was already July, he was thrilled. Sure, it's where he finally gets to ditch the thick uniforms and long-sleeved outfits for the winter that their school provides, and finally wear the short-sleeved dress shirt without the stupid necktie or the blazer. He was mostly looking forward to the promise he made about working for 8 hours during the weekdays and staying at home on the weekends to do his homeworks all day during summer vacation.

There were times when he zoned out for a few minutes just looking through those selfies you took on his phone, and he didn't even realize that he already had a folder specifically just for your pictures and named it as eyebleach just for him to stare at. One weekend, he was suddenly panicking and letting out loud screeches. He went as far as cursing at himself too loudly that it could be heard by the whole floor (which mainly just consisted of the family's bedrooms), and when Levi came to check up on him out of worry and annoyance since he couldn't focus on the codes he was typing into his desktop, Satan was already under his blankets and red-faced. He thought he could sleep it off and that he'd wake up without the butterflies, but when he checked his phone to look at the time and see that you were calling him at three in the morning, he suddenly felt his heart flutter even more and his face warm up at the idea of talking to you late at night. And, that's when he confirmed to himself that he really was starting to take a shine towards you.

The first one of his siblings who found out about his wallpaper and insane crush on you was Asmo, and Satan literally had to beg and cry about how his older brother couldn't tell it to anyone. Asmo could only laugh and just agree with it. Despite Asmo's being curious on who the heck you were and how you two met, he decided to not let his curiosity get the best of him and continue on with his work. Lilith was the next one to find out, and she literally squealed and just asked Satan for more information about you, but Satan just stood his ground and stayed silent even after his older sister practically whined and continuously hit him with cushions and pillows. If Mammon or Levi finds out, he'd be exposed for sure. Levi would be whining about how it wasn't fair that he was seeing someone at his age and that he'd be the first one to get laid (and not just be in a one night stand or a regular hookup), while Mammon would be constantly teasing him and giving him weird nicknames. Although he seemed like he wouldn't be the type to do that, Lucifer would ask him everyday about you and possibly meet up with you, giving a request to date him or marry him in the future all while going on about how Satan was in love with you, which was annoying because Lucifer gets on his nerves a lot. Beel and Belphie are the only ones who are the most sane, since Beel would just smile and nod before going back to eating his food, while Belphie would just brush him off and go back to getting his sleep.

(Belphie knew about his crush on you though, and he didn't know how that happened or where he met you, but he just happened to find out about it. He just didn't bother Satan about it.)

Currently, he was in the café and had just finished taking orders from the surprisingly long line of customers. He was seated on one of the seats that were near the counter and was in the middle of reading a new book that he bought earlier while he was shopping for the list of ingredients and supplies that your aunt asked him to buy in the nearest mall. It was a story about a ghost woman who came back from the dead after five years and was given 49 days to take back her place into being her husband's wife and her five-year-old daughter's mother, except her husband already remarried and that her daughter thinks that her step-mom was her real mom. It was a really good book, and he ended up shedding a few tears (read: a bucket of tears) while he was reading the first chapter of the story. He was reading the second chapter of the story and was already at the part where Yuri, the ghost mom, was finally able to hold her daughter and hug her after coming back from the dead and was just about to shed a few tears until he heard a car pull up into a park from outside. He paused his reading session and looked up, before choking on his breath upon seeing the familiar sight of his two eldest brothers and their personal butlers come out of the car.

"Shit. This is bad." He cursed under his breath before hurriedly using a clean piece of tissue as his bookmark and closing it, placing it beside the cash register and rushing off to where you sat. You were just in the middle of eating one of the freshly-made glazed doughnuts when the handsome blonde approached you with a panicked look on his face. He was in such a panic that you couldn't help but panic along with him, standing up in a hurry and placing the doughnut down and waiting for him to speak up. "My older brothers are here. I don't think they'll like it when they find out I work here. Let's exchange spots real quick, please?"

Your eyes gazed over to the glass windows and door quickly and took a look at the four men walking over to the entrance. Without hesitation, you swallowed down the doughnut you were chewing and nodded before making your way over to the counter while wiping the crumbs off your face with your sleeve. You turned your head a bit, only to see Satan taking his black face mask out from the apron's pocket and placing it on his face. You took off your bucket hat that was on your head to toss it at him, and you held back a laugh when you saw him struggling a bit as it fell to the ground. The sound of the bell ringing from the door opening made you turn around to the entrance, while Satan was quick to crouch and pick up the accessory to wear it and hide his face from his brothers. Two men— one who had pale skin and rich black hair, and another who had actual white hair and taupe brown skin urged two men to sit on a table, despite their protests. A bright grin was on your face in an instant and greeted them as they approached, "Good afternoon, welcome to Dreamland Café. May I take your order?"

You were waiting patiently as they read through the large menu that was on the wall just beside the counter, and you even stole a glance behind you to check on Satan. He was scrolling through his phone and seated where you were previously sitting. His half-assed disguise really was clever, since his hair wasn't visible from the front due to the bucket hat's brim that was wide enough to cover his face from the side, and his face mask would cover his face if he faces the front. You turned back to look at the two men who were now staring at you. "We'll have one iced americano, two cups of earl gray tea, and one iced caramel macchiato." Lucifer stated his order as he reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet.

"Is that all?" You asked as you started pressing the specified drinks that were stated on the cashier's monitor. You heard another voice speak up soon after, which you looked up to smile at them politely.

"Oh, get me two strawberry waffles! One for me, and one for my butler." Mammon was grinning wide, and you chuckled before nodding.

You pressed over to the buttons that contained the additional desserts said before totalling it all, repeating the names of their orders to clear it up. "One iced americano, two cups of earl gray tea, an iced caramel macchiato, and two strawberry waffles— The total will be ¥3000." Lucifer nodded and handed over a banknote of ¥5000, and you took the said bill from the man and opened up the cash register. "Please tell me your name as we will be calling out your name for you to be able to collect your order." The noisy sound of the bill printing was heard, and just when you were about to take two bills of ¥1000 in the cash register, his next statement was enough to stop you in your movements.

"The order is for Lucifer. Also, please just keep the change. I don't mind at all." The elegant man gave you a polite grin, and the sound of his deep chuckle was heard from him. Without another word, the two men walked away to their table and continued discussing their personal matters.

Behind you, Satan was listening to the small interaction between you and his older brothers. His hands were clenched into a fist and his teeth were gritting, yet he held back so that he would avoid breaking something. He'll just have to drink this away later.

"Why are you so mad?" You asked him, and you could feel him stiffen underneath your touch. His hard gaze didn't waver, though, but you could see a faint rosy pink starting to dust his cheeks.

Satan was rushing to get out of the café the moment his shift ended. "Where are you going?" You asked with a frown on your face, and you felt your heart ache badly when he didn't pay no mind to answer your question. Without hesitating, you stood up from your place and followed him out as fast as you could. You were already by Satan's electric bike when you were able to catch up to him, so you gently took hold of his wrist. "Hey, look at me, won't you?" You said with frustration evident in your voice, and when he finally decided to meet your eyes, you saw how dark his expression was. He was stiff, his eyes were dark, and it was evident that he was gritting his teeth. You knew how little his patience was, that is after witnessing him getting mad at a drunk customer who was rude to your aunt, and it really did take a while for him to calm down. He was someone who held grudges for a long time, and he was someone who got irritated easily.

"Why are you so mad?" You asked him, and you could feel him stiffen underneath your touch. His hard gaze didn't waver, though, but you could see a faint rosy pink starting to dust his cheeks.

"It's nothing. I'm just going out for a drink." Satan answered with an evident pout on his face, his eyes softening after a few moments and moving his gaze away from you. He wants to look somewhere— anywhere else but you, because he's sure that he'll turn into a blushing mess in front of you. His brows were furrowed while his cheeks were a bit puffed out, and it reminded you of a little kid whose mom didn't buy their favorite toy. Just when you were about to reply, his gaze hardened once more and that blush was gone. "Just stay here. Don't worry about it."

Satan was secretive of emotions. He hardly showed how he was feeling, and nobody could tell what he was thinking or what his true intentions were behind the usual coy smile on his lips, and even behind the scowl he used to wear on his face. Truth being told, he was jealous. He had zero intention of letting the rest of his brothers know of his little crush on you or his part-time job in this café that deserved the title as his second home. But, the fact that said brothers decided to have a snack at the café he works at, and that it was Lucifer out of the five of them, just enraged him. The sight of his older brother being all goody-goody and all smiley with you at the cash register made his blood boil.

He was the exact opposite of his older sister. He was the actual personification of wrath in a rebellious teenage boy's body, going against his father's every will and having to go through the pain of getting compared to her everyday. They were actual carbon copies of each other— blonde hair that was parted on the same side, and the same gradient of blue and light green eyes that became a beautiful shade of teal in the middle when the two colors met. Except, she was the definition of a teenage girl who was far more patient than her younger brother and favored by their demon of a father. He loved his sister, really, but what he didn't love was the constant comparison and the shame their father puts on him ever since he could remember, the youngest of the Samael family.

That led to his impatience and the constant feeling of being annoyed by everything. He became unable to hold back his anger at anything that gets him going, and it caused him to rebel against his father's wishes because he was always happy when his father was disappointed. Pushing his buttons was something he enjoyed doing, and the comparison didn't even phase him in the slightest anymore. Lucifer, on the other hand, was a different story. He loved Lucifer as much as he hated to admit it. His eldest brother (and Azazel) became more of his father than their actual old man will ever be— and Satan was thankful for it. He was just pissed because Lucifer was the person that he could talk to a lot of matters about, and just the sight of Lucifer talking to you just made him jealous.

His jealousy led to where he was at minutes ago— drunk after having several bottles of whiskey and asleep on one of the tables. He drunk-called Asmodeus, full and having finished two bowls of oden, and honestly people watching him were absolutely curious on how the hell he was still able to use his handphone. He was picked up by a worried Asmodeus and his frustrated boyfriend, Solomon, who Satan met on several occasions. He was supposed to call in his butler, but Azazel was too sweet of a man and Satan didn't want to bother him. Moments later, though, he found himself already drunk calling you before they could notice. The sound of his drunk greeting and hiccups made you almost think it wasn't him, until the dots in your head connected and it all made sense to you now.

"And you told me that I shouldn't be worried." You groaned out in frustration at the drunk blonde's voice. He called you in the middle of your sleep, and just the sound of his drunken slurs were enough to prevent you from getting cranky. If you could listen closely, there were car honkings that were heard in the background, followed by a string of curses that didn't exactly sound like Satan. "Where the hell are you?"

On the other line, you could hear Satan letting out drunken giggles. "MC!! Your—" A hiccup. "Your highness—!! I am… Inside— Asmodeus, my dearest big brother's car!! I have come to rescue you from the… Big mean dragon!!" He slurred out, and let out another hiccup, and you swore you could hear a thud and the voice, who was cursing earlier, yell at him in the background.

You chuckled a bit, and before you could even reply, there was the sound of what you could describe as wind blowing or something and Satan's loud whining, before a cheerful voice came in the background. "Oooh, so you're MC?" The voice said, before letting out a soft giggle. "You see, our youngest one here is quite drunk at the moment, and he rolled off the backseat when the car stopped." He explained, which you realized what might have been the loud thud earlier. "Well, Satan will talk to you tomorrow! Get some rest, and I apologize for waking you up! Goodnight!"

That was the end of the conversation before the call was dropped, leaving you laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. You knew he got drunk often, based on what you heard from the twins, but you certainly didn't expect that he'd end up drunk calling you today. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the thought of him slurring and rolling off the backseat, and that imagination was just enough to make you drift off back to sleep with a small smile on your face.

Time passed by like a breeze, and soon, it was already December. Of course, the weather in Otaru City falls dramatically low in this season and it would make you feel like you were in a damn freezer, which explained the turning off for the air conditioning of the café and to turn on the heaters. It was the 23rd of December. The snow was slowly starting to fall and make the whole temperature colder than usual, and the thick Christmas sweater you were wearing definitely didn't help the current situation. There were a lot of customers in the café, sipping away on their hot drinks and having dates with their friends or lovers. Just watching them interact made you feel lonely already, because it was a fucking cuddle weather and somebody (read: Satan) wasn't there to cuddle you.

So there you were, waiting like Juliet by the counter and sulking as you checked the time every so often. You were getting impatient by the minute, and by the time it was already 3:15, you kept looking up at the door only to be met with disappointment when it wasn't Satan who arrived. After a countless cycle of expecting and being disappointed for what felt like hours, Satan finally arrived ten minutes after 4, panting and sweating a bit despite the cold weather. You could only let out an amusing laugh at the sight of his tired face, and he couldn't help but give an amused smile at the sight of you. You didn't care about the number of customers at the moment and chose to rush up to the blonde boy, who was still panting by the doorway in his thick blazer and winter coat that you knew he hated with a passion. "You seem like you were rushing to get here." You chuckled as you took off his heavy bag for him, and he instantly took off his winter coat along with his blazer, holding them in one hand.

Satan nodded with a grin, smiling wide as he held the door open for you and let you step out first. "Alright. It already sounds delicious, but what else do I expect from the best chefs in Hokkaido?" He chuckled and closed the door behind him once the both of you were outside, going ahead to take his place on the counter and sit on the high stool.

"Well, just sit your good-looking ass on that stool and wait. I'll brew you some Earl Grey and prepare a plate from the best chefs in Hokkaido to give you an early taste of the menu." You laughed as you teased him, and you could see the tip of his ears visibly flush red at the first sentence. You then headed towards the kitchen where the rest of the family usually stays. Before you could enter, though, you heard him yell out to you about making it cold brewed, to which you yelled back in understanding.

He took off his tie and managed to utter out a response through his pants. "I was." He gave a nod, and he followed your steps as you started to make your way to the counter. "I needed the heater in this café. It's freezing, and the school's heater wasn't warm enough." He said by the time he finally was able to catch his breath, retrieving his school bag from you and taking his apron from inside, sighing softly. "I suppose biking too fast made me dizzy and hungry. I didn't want snow to fall on me either."

"Yeah. The weather says that the first snowfall was supposed to happen around 5, though, so you're in luck to get here early." You smiled as you placed his bag down on the shelf, watching as he combed through his hair and wiped the small beads of sweat trailing down his face with his handkerchief. "You can have a plate of aunt's new garlic bread recipe and uncle's new sardine pasta. They're not really part of the menu yet and we plan on adding them on Christmas, but you can have them first while you rest up."

Satan was patiently waiting by the counter and taking orders from customers who came in, and he just listened to the speakers that were blaring out classical music. His favorite in Vivaldi's Four Seasons Concerti was playing at the moment, which was the third movement of his winter concerto. He always enjoyed listening to classical music, and it was definitely the best genre in his opinion. Of course, there were times that he wished that he continued taking his piano lessons when he was younger so he would be able to play it like the ones he listened to, but what could he do about it? He ran off from piano lessons every time until the teacher became sick of it, leaving the poor instrument collecting dust in one room that nobody really uses anymore.

By the time you came out of the kitchen, it was already quarter to five, and Satan had finished two bottles of water already. The scent of the freshly cooked pastry and pasta was enough to make his mouth water, and he turned around to see that he was bringing you a tray of the unreleased menu dishes and a small jug of cold-brewed earl grey tea. With that oh-so-familiar bright smile on your face that he grew to love over the months, you approached him and set the tray in front of him. He just kept staring at your face, and your next words cut him out of his trance. "Go on, try it! I promise you, you'll like it!" You urged him on, taking a seat on the empty stool next to him.

Snapping back to reality and mentally slapping himself for staring at you like a fucking idiot, Satan hurriedly took the fork and knife that was resting on the tray. He first sliced a small piece of his garlic bread that looked like it just came out of the oven, revealing hot cheese stretching as he pulled up the piece to his lips and blowing on it. After a few moments, he popped the piece into his mouth, and he felt like all his taste buds just exploded from the rich flavor of the garlic and cheese that somehow melted together, a delicate taste that made him hungry for more of the newly-baked pastry. After swallowing down on the piece, his fork that was resting on his right hand was put to use as it collected a forkful of sardine pasta that seemed freshly cooked, and once again brought it past his lips to take the whole forkful. He didn't hold back the satisfied sound that came from his throat, almost like a hum, and smiled wide at the taste. Of course, what else could he expect from who he referred to as the best chefs in Hokkaido, anyways?

"It's delicious!" Satan exclaimed, to which you responded with a chuckle and a nod, signalling him to continue on with his meal. There was a peaceful atmosphere in the café. With classical music in the background, people's chattering around you, and you two staring at each other's eyes with smiles on your faces— you felt comfortable. The temperature in Otaru definitely went lower, but the warmth stirring up in your chest was enough to convince you that it was the same day as always. Just you and Satan by the counter, taking orders and serving people their meals.

You heard the kids in the café rushing up to the window and yelling as they looked out at what was happening, and when you turned your head to look at them, you saw the first falling of snow of the winter season right in front of you. There were couples smiling and taking pictures of the snow, and some were giving kisses to their significant others. Teenagers would keep chatting with their friends after taking pictures of the falling snow. When you turned to look back at the blonde teen sitting next to you, your eyes met with his blue-green ones, and you felt your heart thump against your chest at the eye contact. Your eyes were slowly taking in every single detail that was on his face— such as how his blonde hair was just the right kind of messy, or how his eyes were just the perfect gradient from blue to green. When your eyes came down to look at his lips, they looked so soft and warm. His skin definitely looked clear and soft, too, and in the back of your mind, you wondered about what his skin routine was.

More importantly, though, the words that were on your mind were just questions alone that consisted along the lines of mostly; When the hell did he look so attractive? and There's no way I'm starting to like him, right? because you constantly thought of yourself as someone not worthy to be liked, and your self-confidence was just going down the drain.

"People say that when you spend time with someone on the first snow, you'll be staying with them for a long time." Satan's words snapped you back to reality, causing you to jump a bit at your seat. "Well, I hope that's true. I really want to stay with you and your family for a long time, you know?"

Satan was being honest when he said those words, and he always thought that you wouldn't end up liking someone back that was him— a delinquent that was feared by people in their neighbourhood. It never crossed his mind, and whenever people would bring up about that subject, he would just laugh it off as it was some dumb joke.

For the eight months he worked alongside you, he got to know you well enough that there were things he saw or lines he heard that would remind him of you. In his school, when it was time for the daily classroom cleanups, there would always be this one short student who wouldn't be able to reach the top half of the blackboards and whiteboards, and the tall student cleaning near them would always help them out. It would bring him back to the time he met you, and how he wouldn't be happier and healthier if he didn't help you out. He wouldn't have a part-time job that he would consider as an escape, nor would he have the second family that he always wanted to have (since he didn't really consider school as his second family). He wouldn't have stopped skipping classes or continue to constantly ruin his liver by drinking every night.

For eight months, he kept growing feelings for you that he never experienced before. At first, it was all mild. In the beginning, it was simply just some sort of excitement or motivation for him to keep up his work because he's gaining a new friend that actually encouraged him to be a better person. He thought it was something he could get over, that is until he realized that his feelings weren't really fading away. Lilith and Asmo already knew about it, so Satan knew that it was impossible for his whole crush on you to not be known by the rest of his siblings. He couldn't forget when Belphie and Beel suddenly approached him one night while he was in the middle of reading a book to ask him about you, or when Mammon suddenly started teasing him about his little crush on you whenever he was passing by the hallways. Leviathan was of course envious, and he was quick to shoot Satan with unending questions about his lovelife. Their mom was absolutely ecstatic when she found out about it and kept asking Satan when he'll ask her out. Lucifer was the last one to find out and seemed absolutely uninterested by the news, but Satan knew that he'd one day visit the café just to have a little chat with you. Satan had to beg every single one of them — literally getting on his knees and shedding some fake tears — to not tell father. So, it was a dirty little secret that the nine of them had.

Which is why when Satan brought home the bacon (that he really didn't need) that day after biking in the snow, he certainly didn't expect this. He enjoyed the whole day because he got to spend time with you and the rest of the crew until almost midnight, only to be ruined by the sight of this. He expected that he would get home and immediately rest in his bed— but no. He arrived home, entered the lounge room, and was met by the sight of his father sitting on his reclining seat, staring straight at him. His mother was standing just behind the seat, looking as if she had just recently bawled her eyes out. The rest of his siblings had their heads hung low, and the tension in the atmosphere was so high that the smile on his face went away, immediately being replaced by a frown. His eyebrows furrowed when he realized that there wasn't a single butler or maid in sight, and that's when he knew that it was another one of their family matters.

"Where have you been?" Their father's deep voice boomed, and the youngest immediately let out a scoff with a roll of his eyes. Scratch that, it was another one of his annoying lectures that just compared him to his older sister mostly, or even the rest of his older brothers.

Satan Samael was quick to answer that, though. Of course, it was just a rhetorical question to see his father pissed, because he loved seeing the old man getting his panties in a twist. "Oh, so you care about me now?" He barked back, letting his school bag drop to the ground and crossing his arms. He was thankful he accidentally left the café's apron back there and that he came home with a complete school uniform.

The man visibly grit his teeth, and he stood up from his seat, alarming his mother. "Who is this whore that you have been seeing, and where the hell have you been working?" He spat, his words lacing with venom as he spoke. Satan could care less about what was going to happen, but he wasn't able to stand the degrading name his father called you. He uncrossed his arms and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white and his fists were shaking.

Satan marched up to him without hesitation and began yelling at his father. "Back then, I went home drunk and past midnight almost everyday. There was a large chance that I came back here high on weed, and you didn't even bat an eye towards me!" He roared with fury, doing his very best to hold back his actions. His pale skin was starting to become red with anger, and his eyes just held anger. "Now, I started coming home earlier and stopped doing my vices, but you're starting to give me shit for it? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Lift your heads up." The man who commanded. That command made all seven of his siblings look up in an instant with dark eyes, and the sight of their faces made Satan angrier by the second. All of them had slap marks on their faces, and Asmodeus had the most of it. Lilith had dried tear stains on her cheeks, and there were two visible scars that were on her left cheek, along with his father's handprint on her right cheek. Belphegor had a bruise on his face, along with the slap marks, but aside from that, no other damage was made. Levi's cheeks had bruises from what Satan assumed to be his father's fingers from gripping the face too hard. Satan glared at his father and held back a fist, but his father unfortunately had faster hands. The sound of Lucifer's voice protesting was heard for a moment, along with Mammon's call for him to stop, before a loud slap echoed through the room. At first, Satan felt like his cheek went numb, and it slowly transitioned into pain. Soon, the blonde felt tears slowly dripping down his cheeks. "That's what happened to your siblings for keeping a secret from me about this bitch you were seeing! All because of you."

Satan felt his bottom lip trembling as his shoulders began to shake. He didn't know why he was crying, but it always happened to him whenever he couldn't let out his anger properly. "Still— You can't do that to them just because of me! That's not discipline, it's abuse! You could have done all of that to me instead!" He raged, bringing a fist up to wipe away at his tears furiously. "They're not a bitch either! They never had any romantic relationship, and you don't have the right to call them that!"

"You are not going in that café anymore. You are deleting their number and you are never seeing them anymore. Don't make me do the same thing I did to you and your siblings to your little butler." Those were the last words Satan heard before his father marched up the stairs, and the blonde boy instantly bawled in front of his family.

"I'm sorry we couldn't keep it from him." An apology was heard from his Lucifer, which took him by surprise. Those words only made him bawl even more, though, and he immediately felt comforting arms wrap around his body like he was a fragile figure. His cries were muffled when Satan pressed his head against his mother's shoulder, and the teenage boy only hugged back as he broke down in front of his older siblings and his mother.

"It's a present from him." Azazel handed you the perfectly wrapped box of whatever is inside, a small smile gracing his features. You stayed silent as you gently took the present from him. "I'm sorry that he didn't get to spend Christmas with you. I was supposed to take the blame, being his butler and all—"

"No!" You exclaimed, catching him off guard a bit, and you added to your sudden outburst. "No… You shouldn't do that. Satan doesn't like it when people take the blame for him." You nervously laughed and fumbled with the present, feeling your throat form a lump at the realization that the blonde won't be working here anymore. "He talks about you quite often… He's thankful, you know, that you're always there, but he doesn't like it when you take the blame for him… He feels bad about it, so…" You trailed off. You found it hard conversing with someone who you know takes care of Satan or knows him very well, and you hated how a small trickle of hope of ever meeting him again was forming at the bottom of your gut.

Azazel nodded, chuckling soon after. "Ah, I see. Well, he does talk about you quite a lot, too." He smiled before checking the time on his wristwatch, and then looking up to take a look at you once more. "Well, do you have anything to give him, then? Or anything else to say?"

You nodded and went to the counter for a few moments, placing the present on top of the countertop and coming back to him to hand him a thick notebook, the covers being a plain black color. "Um… That's just a copy of recipes of all his favorite food and drinks in this café, and how to make it. It isn't really that much. I just kept writing it down whenever he mentions he had a new favorite. There are also some pictures of the two of us there, which were my favorites. I planned to give it to him today, but, you know…" You cleared your throat a bit and didn't bother finishing the last sentence, and when he took the thick notebook from you, you gave Satan's personal butler a bow. "Please take care of him for us!" Azazel was a bit taken aback by the way you gave him a bow that exceeded ninety degrees, and how there was a hint of desperation laced in your voice.

You heard Azazel give another one of his chuckles, before hearing his response. "Of course I will. What else is the purpose of my job, then?" He laughed and heard footsteps walking towards the door. The sound of the door opening was heard, and another statement was added. "Thank you for unconsciously changing Satan, by the way. We appreciate that." Just when you looked up to ask him about what he meant, the door closed and you saw him walking towards an expensive looking car. The digital clock by the door showed the numbers 03:00, reminding you of the time when Satan mentioned that it would be the start of their classroom cleanups around that time and he would look forward to making his way towards the café.

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the countertop towards the unopened present. You shakily exhaled as you undid the red ribbon that was around the gift and hesitantly tore open the wrapping paper. Inside was a box that wasn't really taped together, allowing the easy access of just opening it. Inside the box revealed a hoodie that was neatly folded, a framed picture, a book, and a letter that was inside a green envelope. You gently placed the envelope on the counter, deciding to read it later after taking a look at the other contents of the present. The book was a hard covered book, and it was plain white with the words, 'Miracle in Cell No. 7' in a glossy gold font. The picture that was in an expensive looking frame was a candid picture of both of you smiling wide at each other, probably laughing at a dumb joke that one of you told or a story that you two were talking about. The hoodie was a plain, pastel green color and you immediately recognized it as the hoodie that you liked to borrow (read: steal) from him since it was so comfy. It still had his scent on it, which was what you could describe as a musky with a bit of floral and vanilla scent— and you could tell it was one that he wore a lot judging by how strong the scent was, like he was still there beside you. Setting the hoodie back in the box, you gently opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper that held his note.

I'm sorry for leaving. I didn't want to, but my father made me. Merry Christmas, by the way! I'm definitely going to miss the dishes there, and I figured you'd be worried sick so I just wanted to give a present. Those are my favorite items. Treasure them for me, okay?

That picture was taken by one of my older brothers' boyfriend, and I honestly was mad at first, but then I realized how cute it looked, so I kept it for a while in my room. It was my birthday when that was given to me, but I don't exactly know when it was taken. I have to say, Solomon is such a decent photographer, don't you think? No wonder Asmodeus is dating him.

That book is the best novel I've read, and I literally cried over that book for days. I first read that when I was around eight or nine, and when I finished reading it, I always kept asking myself why my father didn't love me like how the man in the story loved his daughter. I stuck with the option of me not being born as a girl for quite a while until I realized that I was a pretty shitty child.

That hoodie is actually my favorite. It had the perfect thickness so I could wear them in any season, and it was in my favorite color, too. I just thought of giving it to you since you kept borrowing it. You are shorter than me, so that might be too big for you since it was too large on me, but that's just the reason you like wearing it, huh?

Anyways, thank you so much for being my friend, MC! 'Till we meet again, alright?

As you read through the lines, you could feel your eyes welling up with tears by the second. Your fists clenched and your brows furrowed as you let out soft whimpers and sniffles, not even bothering to hold back your cries anymore. Holding the note close to your chest and crying out, you felt empty inside as you slowly started registering the fact that he was never coming back. The hoodie that was just by your side made him feel like he was there beside you, and it hurt you even more when you realized that you won't have that sweet musky scent near you in the future.

#obey me #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me angst #angst #mutual pining #pining #fanfiction #coffee shop au??? i guess??

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