Here’s the dark story idea I had for a potential fic.
MC was a detective before they went to the Devildom, specializing in a lot of the darker cases.
Now, after they’ve returned to the human realm, under the cover of darkness they send out the boys to help them look for clues.
Well one of them comes back with a case shattering discovery that’s horrifying.
Ooooo, nice idea! I can imagine the boys being scarred from how brutal the human world can actually be since I doubt they have visited the human world often.
Also, I’ll add everyone into this and make it into a dark one shot that I’ll be posting in my other acc too! :D
Edit: the one shot is posted in my other account @unholy-obeyme so check it out lovelies <33
How cruel can we really be?
TW: mu*der, body horror, gore, bl*od, cruelty, overall this is an extremely dark one shot about the cruelty of humanity. Be careful please
When you sent them to look for clues they assumed it must be a harmless case, guess they didn’t expect the horrific murder scene in front of them. Guess they underestimated how cruel humanity could get.
The ripped intestines, the gashed stomach, the puddle of blood and the bent knife covered fully in blood nauseated them. And if that wasn’t enough, the blood splatters on the wall, and the agony the woman had on her face even after her death made them even more sick.
They did fight back the feeling and looked around for clues as they wanted to help you but that sick imagery stayed on their mind and it would take a long time to get over what they saw. However, it was the autopsy process that scarred them more. How can humans even be this gruesome??
Lucifer stared at the body on the table in front of him in shock. He then looked at you as you watched as the Pathologist cut open the body without a shred of disgust, or any fear in your eyes. “I never knew…” “that humanity can be downright cruel at times?” You completed his sentence for him as you stared ahead. “How are you not affected by any of this?” “Lucifer, incase you missed, I’m a detective. I’ve seen more death than you think to the point I can’t shed any tears or show any fear. What happened to this woman is horrible I admit. But what we must do is find her murderer and bring her justice.” “I’m…. I’m…” he tried to croak out words that never came. “It’s fine. And by the way, we found a suspect who just confessed to her murder.” “Oh. Who? May I ask?” “Her sister.” He looked at you with shock in his eyes. “Excuse me?” “Her sister killed her. Upon interrogation it was revealed that her sister saw her as nothing but a burden and wanted her gone. And she made sure she was gone in the most terrible way possible. The trial will be held two days after. Be sure to accompany me there.” And with that you left him. Shocked, staring at the body. It was then Mammon joined him with the same shocked expression. “Did Mc tell ya?” “Yes they did Mammon. Humans sure have changed haven’t they.” “And surely for the worst, Lucifer.” Spoke Satan. “How long have you been staring?” “I don’t know. How are the others doing?” “Horrible. Asmodeus is consoling the rest of the brothers while Diavolo is along with Mc in the interrogation room. He too, is extremely disturbed.”
“I see.” He sighs while rubbing his temples. It was then Simeon who put his hands on his shoulders. “Atleast we know who killed her. Her sister will get what she deserves. Mc is talking about it and they have informed me that most likely the punishment will be a death sentence.” “I know… it’s just that…” “ same Lucifer, I too, never knew how downright cruel humans could be…” and with that the men continued staring at the body knowing there was nothing to be done but stare…
How cruel can humans really be?
Because I need a good cry right about now, how about a short story of MC loosing connection with the boys.
After the exchange program they fell out of touch. By the time they reconnected, MC is old and on their deathbed.
Had it really been that long?
You really love making me cry huh, I’m still not recovered from your previous ask-
Had it… really been that long? My dear?
How long had it been? Ever since you saw them? One year, two years, five years? You didn’t know. You lost track of time. All you know was that you were about to take your final rest. You closed your eyes and remembered all the last messages and voicemails you heard from the ones you oh so loved.
[Lucifer] : I’m so sorry Mc, I have some paperwork, I’ll talk later.
[Mammon] : Hey Mc! I’ll talk to ya later, I have some casinos to go to, gotta make that money right? I knew you’d understand! See ya!
[Leviathan] : Sorry Mc! Gotta go! I have to play the new ruri chan special! I’ll talk to you later
[Satan] : I’ll talk to you later Mc, once I finish this book I swear.
[Asmodeus] : Sorry darling! I have a party to attend to, talk to you later!
[Beezlebub] : Sorry Mc, I’m busy at the moment, I’ll talk after eating
[Belphegor] : I’ll call you later…. I’m…. Sleepy….
Not even Diavolo and the others were any help, they ignored you too for all they cared but you always understood. You understood that they were busy and why would they even spend time with a little measly human anyways? You closed your eyes preparing for your death as you started hummed a tune. It was the same lullaby that the twins sung to you during your time in the Devildom as you tried to sleep. It had always calmed you down and maybe it will help reduce the oncoming death? Maybe. Would you go to the celestial realm or the Devildom? It didn’t matter. Either way, you knew you were going to meet them all again. You felt your body giving up and you decided to close your eyes and give in to death. To your ending. You left with a smile on your face, wishing nothing but the best for your boys.
MEANWHILE, IN THE DEVILDOM :
The entire house was at shambles. Possibly because Diavolo had informed the brothers of your death. “It hasn’t been that long right? RIGHT?” Screamed Mammon, who was currently collapsed on the chair as he was openly crying. “I never knew…” muttered Lucifer who could only stare at the ground in shame. He never knew it was that long and to not be present with you in your final moments? He felt horrible. He wanted to leave, to collapse and cry and scream out for everyone to hear. But he had to keep a strong face for the family. “We promised them… WE FUCKING PROMISED THEM” cried Satan who too, felt shame. Why did he ignore you too? “Mc needed us, at their death… and we disappointed them again huh” “Belphegor-“ “no. I’ve, no, WE have hurt mc. We promised to be there for them at all times. We left them.” Stated Belphegor who was broken. So were the others, all of them felt shameful and heartbroken. Their human was in their deathbed and none of them were there. Did they even live their life to the fullest? How long had it really been?
YEARS LATER :
Lucifer was in his study doing his paperwork using your pens. Your photo was now framed and set on his desk. No one really moved on from your death, Mammon now visits your grave everyday, placing things you would’ve loved on it, dusting it everyday, making sure it was even shinier than Goldie.
Rung the clock. Lucifer then set all his works down and walked up to the observatory and stared at the night sky you loved so much. New students come and go, but none of them could ever replace you no matter how hard they tried. He then looked up at the sky with tears threatening to fall with the same gentle smile he had always reserved for you.
“Had it… really been that long? My dear?”
Demon brothers with a Tartaglia-like MC
Pairing: Younger bros x MC
Warning: Blood mention, injuries, lesson 16 spoiler, light nsfw at asmo part (?)
Parts two from le request lets goooo
Author note: I'm back after being dead for months duel to family issue and stuffs. Sorry for keeping yall waiting, I'll try to do the requests ASAP 😤 (It's was like 1am when I was making this fic—)
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He finds you pretty interesting due to your behavior when you first got here, the way you were so opening towards his brothers and himself but yet always on guard.
Are you hiding something? *Sus*
Probably the first one who noticed your dead eyes it's not like he was observing you like this was from International Geography or something
In the first few lessons, there wasn't much thing going on between you and Satan, because both of you has the similar personality aka the "your friendly buddy" face
But not when he got pissed because you refused to make a pact with him.
But you left him shocked, because YOU weren't scared of his demon form nor his threat of killing you. In fact your fact were bright as day, taking out your weapon and accepted the fight
YOU? A human wanted to fight with him?? Satan himself?? The Wrath himself? Man you got alot of nerves to challenge him 😟 (Bro left him in shock fr)
Bunch of stuffs happened after that yada yada yada... You guys finally get along YAYYY!! (i think)
He wouldn't be surprised if he sees you cover in blood when you got home. I mean.. You've shown him how bloodlusting you are when you got in a fight with him 🤷🏻♀️
For some reasons, he keep being spoiled by you. Like you always bring something back for him after your trip to the human world, every kind of books that he mentioned about it, no matter how rare and hard to get, you always able to get your hands on those and give them to him
Like man, he would just kiss you right here if he wasn't trying to hide his sparklings when he received those cat books that you bought🙄
Listen, I don't give a heck about how you think about this man. I just know he's gonna turn everything that you do into some kind of kinky shit–
He doesn't really bother much about your weird behavior but you appearance tho,,,
Like, he may or may not got turned on when he sees you covered in blood after you kicked some demons' ass
You were sweaty asfuck, so you wiped those sweat using your shirt which showed your abs because duhh, you exercise alot
This is literally him right now
I just know he wants to touch the abs.. I mean who wouldn't? 🤨
He's now a fat horny simp for you... right behind himself of course
Besides that, you two get along very well! And flirty as fuck. Like, please stop doing it in front of Levi because he's gonna throw up—
You two can be wholesome too, like you sharing stories of your family to him and he also shows you pictures of him and his brothers when they were younger
Overall, it's either a horny moment or very wholesome, no between
He's pretty opening towards you like Asmo
Oh you're a friendly human? Cool! You like working out too? We can be working-out-buddies and then have a nice buffet together! :D
Both of you get to close very quickly due to his happy big dog energy. You share your family moments to eachother, sharing tips to get fit and things like that!
Well.. that was just the half side of yours, you wouldn't dare to hurt his trust and feelings, would you?
So goodluck hiding your bloodlusting side away from him, making up excuses when he spotted you got home and fully covered of blood 🗿
Ya gotta find a way to persuade him not to worry about your fatass smh, no one wanna makes this precious himbo worries at all
Would be the one who take care of you if you got injured, doesn't matter if the wound was nothing to you.
Always brings snacks to yoh whenever you're done training!! A full stomach always help right?:)
Honestly I have no idea who would be the one to protect the other, because both of you want to be the shield for the other and it's wholesome af 😤
Uhh where should I begin...
He finds you hella annoying, especially with that happy face of yours when you first met.
Despite knowing that he was a demon and tricked you, you still keep that friendly-face to him which makes him 10 times more pissed
Until you traveled thru time just to save him, Belphie tried to attack you, which makes you excited. In fact you accepted this threat and ready to throw hands at him
He was surprised how ridiculously strong you are compare to a normal human, it's been hours since you started to fight and yet, you were still hyped, even complement about his fighting techniques
So he just gave up and let you win this one, and head back to sleep— and then also gave up on planning destroy the human world and make out with you /jkjk
When he opened up to you, he finds you really capable, the way you tell him how much you love your siblings and wanted to protect Beel at all cost makes him look up at you with a different view.
So you're very fun to hang out, especially when you're the best person to help him and Satan prank Lucifer 😈
Overall 10/10 enemies to lovers romance
Hello. I am 🐱 anon. Here is my request.
Tomorrows my exam the 2nd hardest exam of all. Any I wanna request "Vampire!Mc×Satan"
MC actually has a hobby of drinking blood so one day reader ordered some blood from the donation box and casted a spell on themselves and likely Mammon and levi were arguing loudly so the spell went a tiny tad bit wrong. Unfortunately the bags of blood they ordered somehow were ruined so a call from the donation box came, the staff apologizing. Because of the tiny tad bit wrong spell now Mc's body will constantly hurt if they don't drink blood. Mc endured it for a while.
But Satan noticed it and Mc told Satan. Satan offered his blood. Mc started drinking Satans blood the leaned towards the bed headboard Satan taking this chance to hold mc's waist while mc is on top him and mc just couldn't stop drinking Satan's blood sure it's a bit hot and a bit metalic but it wasn't enough to stop mc from keep going. After almost 30 minutes Mc stopped the spell also wore of and when Mc looked Satan is passed out. Mc later bandages him.
DAMN you've already taken the exam by now but. Hope you did good buddy!!
There's a bunch of details here that feel a bit muddy, but I love the general idea, so let me put a bit of a spin on the setup~
Every so often Satan notices you get a bit... withdrawn. You speak a lot less, avoid raising your hand in class, don't make eye contact at all, don't initiate conversations; you're even a bit short and curt in texts, of all things.
At first he wonders if you're simply busy. Or maybe you get moody every now and then. It does seem to happen at random.
The biggest hint he gets is how you hole yourself up after a couple days of brusqueness, how once it happens in the middle of the week and you skip classes at RAD to stay locked in your room.
You won't let anyone in, even him, and Lucifer is uncharacteristically lenient about what should be a serious offense. His other brothers are busy whining every now and then about it, and like hell he's going to ask Lucifer - especially when you won't tell him what's going on yourself.
But he does work out a pattern, over time. Of course he does. It's Satan. Once he starts examining the timeline, things that had been happening around when your little recesses,,, it becomes clear.
And he feels a bit silly for not realizing it sooner. Bloody moon. Of course it would affect a vampire. Really, he's surprised he hadn't come to you asking about it sooner...
But when he approaches you about it, you always seem to find some way out of the conversation. Something to do, somewhere to go, another pressing topic to discuss.
He confronts you about it and you confess - that you don't want to talk about it. it's an uncomfortable subject. The look on your face thoroughly sells it for him...
...but Satan's never been one to leave well enough alone. It's far too obvious to him that you're suffering every time this comes along.
What's wrong? What can he do for you? Can he bring you anything? Are you hurt? Sick? He researches spells, potions, anything he can, all in the face of your stubborn refusal.
It must have something to do with blood... do you need some to drink? But you were always so well-provided-for, Diavolo would never let his precious exchange student starve.
So he researches. He investigates. As is his natural response. He looks up articles, novels even, any kind of media written or produced by actual people like you.
“It’s never the same as drinking from the source. And of course, it doesn’t need to be - any healthy blood, properly stored, CAN sustain a vampire, there’s no question about that.
"I’m not advocating for live blood draining, but the all-bagged philosophy is missing out on a crucial point of our culture and identity, and I think it’s unfair to silence…”
There’s a lot that he’d initially dismissed as the typical rankings of older generations upset by newer, more progressive mentalities taking place.
It sounded exaggerated, no one could NEED blood that much - even Beel wasn’t so picky about his source and eating method - but the more Satan learns, the more convinced he becomes.
You’re holing yourself up because the craving has struck. Bagged blood is no longer sufficient. You want it fresh, hot, and straight from the source.
As soon as the realization strikes him - perhaps as he'd come to it - his feet take him to your room in quick, hurried strides.
That closed door that had remained shut for days. You'd only texted him - or any of the other brothers - in curt, short messages.
Lucifer had instructed them not to trouble you during this time, and harsh shouts greeting any other visitors had dissuaded them; you had enough blood in there for yourself anyways, Lucifer had confirmed.
So Satan doesn't knock. He has a spell that undoes the lock silently, and twists it open as quietly as he can, darting in, closing and locking it behind him as he closes in on you.
You don't look so good. At the same time, you look absolutely delectable.
Sitting with your knees to your chest, hunched over like some kind of beast, shivering, twitching.
There's bloodstains on your sheets - some of them dry, some of them fresher looking. Half-empty and some fully drained bags litter your floor.
You don't look cold. You don't even look weak.
Your fingers dig into your arms, wrapped around your legs, making little divots in your own flesh as your chest rises and falls in short pants.
The glare is expected. The way your pupils dilate, yawning wide black swallowing up your irises in the low light and then narrowing feverishly onto him like he's some sort of prey -
Hnnn. It makes him shiver.
He kneels at your bedside and says your name, only to receive a hiss.
"Do you want my blood?" Both of you know it. "You can have it. I'm right here, I came here to do this for you."
"Shut - " It hurts him to hear - your voice raw and cracked and hoarse, had you been drinking properly? " - UP, Satan. Get out."
He'll have none of that. For your sake, of course - and certainly not his, not because his blood is already flowing downwards, pooling in his gut at the predatory look in his eyes -
"No," Satan tells you, only for you to snarl at him and kick at him.
But he's a demon. He can take it.
After several moments of him getting close enough to feel the warmth of your body, you stay there, face tucked against your knees, ignoring him completely.
But you want it. He knows you have to want it... he just has to break your self-control.
The claws come out. He claws a careful line against his wrist, deep enough to draw just a trickle of blood.
You stiffen immediately. He can see your eyes, open wide and dilating, instantly seeking out the source of the scent.
"Go away," You rasp, drawing back on your mattress.
He reaches out to pet your hair, with the wrist he'd cut, and you scramble back, uncurling - exactly as he'd liked, you're panting now, breathing in the irresistible smell, catching the red that drips down in his forearm.
"Do you want it to go to waste?" His low voice asks you, and it takes everything you have not to dive forward.
You swallow hard - the dryness in your mouth only reminds you how parched you are, how hungry.
How nothing could sate your hunger like this could -
No. No, no. You don't need this. You don't.
Satan's curious. Maybe he even wants to help you. He doesn't know what feeding does to the victim, or to the vampire, when it's done live. You can't do this to him.
And clenches his hand, like the clever little prick he is, causing more blood to trickle out.
You're - you're so hungry. Achingly.
It's empty, like a hole in your stomach, a yearning that hollows you out, your throat is so dry, and the aroma that floods your senses as he waves his meal in your face -
Without your permission, your hands dart out, clutching at his fingers and drawing his blooding wrist towards you.
But he... what if he... if he thinks -
The taste of his blood hits your tongue. It's warm, flowing savory over your tongue like juices running from a fine, tender steak.
It's so good. It's so fucking good.
You'd been starving, ravenous, and it floods your senses, filling your mouth as you wrap your lips around his cut.
Satan can learn his lesson like a big boy. He's a grown up demon. He'll be alright.
He offered... you drink, lap at it more and more, swallowing tiny drops that burst with flavor and make your mouth water even as you draw more from him.
You deserve this. You deserve him. You deserve to have as much of him as you want, taste all that you want.
Satan catches your eyes, looking up at his as your mouth closes over his wrist. Pupils blown wide in want, gaze full of fevered desire as he feels you tense as you stare him down.
There's a heat that blooms on his cheeks. His gaze locked in yours, transfixed, as the throb in his arm grows heavier, until he can feel it in his chest, and lower, lower...
Your lips pursing against his skin as you suck at him, burning hot, that lurid look you give him when you pull away with a pop, that pretty mouth just barely parted; he's never seen anything so beautiful.
How soft those lips had been, how nicely they'd pressed against him, how good they'd feel around his -
Soon, his lips are parted and panting, too.
You drink him in one further moment; his gorgeous features, flushed cheeks, golden hair and pretty, pale skin bobbing over his throat.
And then you strike.
Diving in for his throat, latching on as you launch yourself onto him, uncaring of where or what position you end up in.
Satan catches you, arms wrapping around your waist, shifting you into a straddling position as he turns you both around so he can rest his back against your bedframe and remain upright while you drink.
The pinch of teeth against his neck flares in pain, but the squirm of your tongue distracts him, the sound of your breath heavy, close to his ear, dominating his awareness.
You don't hold anything back. You're so hungry. He tastes so good.
His skin is warm, supple, yielding beneath you, blood pouring so easily right into the empty hole of your stomach.
It tastes good it's so good you drink and drink and it'll never be enough.
This is yours. It's all yours. This soft skin, salty, the pulse that dances with your lips like a kiss, the vibrations through his throat as he moans.
He wants you. He's yours. Satan is all yours yours yours you can have all of him -
"Ah - ahhhh... hnng, were you... that hungry...?"
You purr against him with another heavy swallow. It's leaking out your mouth, sticky, and you want to lap up every drop of it but you're just so hungry, so empty, and it's all you can do to press into his wound to send blood surging through faster.
Savory and delectable, sweetened by the heat of lust, by the aching throb you can feel between his legs against your knee; not a drop, not a drop can go to waste, it belongs to you.
The thought prompts you to bite down even harder, and he moans again. His neck aches in the best way, in the hot, fevered euphoria of being devoured with a passion.
You feel more blood rush into your mouth, and the delicious tremble of his moans, and you eat it all up, like you deserve.
It's like ambrosia on your lips. You'll never give this up.
Satan lays there, compliant, obedient, subject to a strange bliss he'd never known. Light and airy, radiating through his whole body with a delicate tickle, as if his veins were bubbling champagne.
There's no pain at his neck, only the warmth of you against him, nursing like a kitten.
Suckling gently at his neck in time with the pulse of his cock, throbbing distantly between his legs. The lust that soars through him is strong, but sedated, as the pleasure overcomes him in gentle waves.
There's no feeling like it. Has he even cum yet? It feels like a climax in slow motion, the delicious release warming him as you take your fill of him.
He swears he feels you whisper mine against his neck, your fingers curling ownership into his chest, legs locking on either side of him.
This was how hungry you were? How much you needed this?
A pinch against his neck, a hard suck, as you greedily draw another mouthful from him, and another rush of ecstasy radiates through his flesh.
This was how much you need him?
Golden lashes flutter against pink cheeks as he closes his eyes, letting his head rest against your soft hair.
He lets his arms rest around you, weakly; maybe if he does, you'll realize he wants you close, too? That he's yours, that he'd give anything he had to give, if only he knew you wanted it?
A gentle sigh of pure relief, of comfort and bliss, brushes against the bare skin of his neck, and Satan smiles.
You probably know already anyways.