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tears0fsatan · 1 year

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Hey there. ^^ May I ask for some angst oneshots?

"Look at me, you're safe. And you're not alone, and I'll never let you be alone again, you understand?"- Beelzebub

"I made you cry, and I hate myself for that. I swore I wouldn't be one of the people who left you hurting." - Lucifer

"I can't take the very though of you getting hurt. " - Satan

"Please, tell me why you're upset. Tell me who did this?" - Asmodeus

Ty if you do. ^^

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✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... gn!reader (no pronouns used), relationship between the charas aren't specified, angst / comfort, mention of violence (asmo), small mention of blood (asmo), slightly suggestive (asmo), possessive language (asmo), reader has a panic attack (beel)

in loving memory of 🥀 anon.

LUCIFER !

it was an accident, truly. his patient mask had slipped and cracked, along with it came a flurry of insults he hurled at the nearest living soul in the heat of the moment.

he was harshly pulled out of his aggravated stupor upon seeing who his unfortunate victim was. now, lucifer was emotionally constipated by all means, however he was not a fool nor was he heartless. he realised what he said was hurtful, the kind of harshness one couldn't take back.

you spared him a final glance before turning on your heels and sauntering out the room, leaving the demon to wallow in his regret.

the lucifer prior to your arrival in devildom would've laughed at the emotional vulnerability, thinking that showing such dramatics would get you nowhere. he believed that he was a being above emotional outbursts.

fortunately, he knew better now. he was aware that his mindset was skewed and he worked hard to change for the better.

for once, the demon felt... lost and scatterbrained. he wanted to chase after you and apologise, confound what the others would think about his desperation. he would happily bring down the moon and the stars if you simply asked him to, even if it meant putting aside his pride.

yet, he wasn't sure if you wanted him to do that. he knew it was right to give you time and space, but was that something you wanted?

lords, this was bringing back his anxiety from his younger days.

he knew that he needed to apologise, one way or another. the only problem was, he didn't know how. should he go grand? bring you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and order all your favourite desserts from déjà vu or was that too much? should he prepare what he would say or would that seem insincere?

"fuck, what an utter fool." lucifer growled out to himself, two fingers rubbing circles on his forehead. "thousands of years alive and yet this is what causes you grievance?"

he figured that his best option was to apologise now, the sooner he did, the quicker he could work on fixing what he screwed up. so, he did his best to think of what he could say that wouldn't come off as tone deaf on his way to your room.

however, when faced with your swollen, red rimmed eyes and the tear tracks that trailed down your cheeks, all the words he had prepared disappeared from his mind. his mouth remained tightly shut as he took in your dishevelled appearance, regret piling up in his mind.

"i made you cry, and i hate myself for that. i swore i wouldn't be one of the people who left you hurt, and i apologise for not up holding my word." the words flowed out of him before his mind registered what was happening.

in the midst of his apology, he had wound up squeezing his eyes shut, his embarrassment and remorse getting the better of him. he heard you take in a deep breath, probably processing the uncharacteristic apology that spilled past his lips.

the silence shared between the two of you was deafening, shit, maybe this was too abrupt? maybe he should've given you more time...

before he could spiral further into his thoughts, your quiet voice reached his ears, "thank you, um, maybe we could, uh, talk it out in the morning?"

SATAN !

things between you and satan had been rocky recently. the two of you had an argument over something small and in the end, both of your tempers had blown it out of proportion. what started out as a silly, offhand comment turned into a hiccup in your relationship.

it had been days since the two of you last spoke to each other, it went to the extent that neither of you glanced at the other when paths crossed at school and at home.

obviously, it wasn't hard for the other brothers to pick up the weird tension between the two of you, mammon even going as far as to pull satan aside to ask him what the deal was with the tense atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

though, after learning about what caused the rift in your relationship, the brothers decided to stay out of it, which admittedly did disappoint satan, just a tiny bit. they told him that this was his problem to deal with, and while he did agree, he was hoping mammon or leviathan could've talked to you.

days slowly turned into a week and there was still no sign of an apology from either one of you. little by little, old habits were making their way back into satan's life.

he found himself spending most of his time holed up in his room, novel in hand and surrounded by the comfort of his books. despite how nonchalant he looked, in reality, he hadn't been reading the novel at all, mind lost in ways he could make up things with you.

a loud crash echoed throughout the near empty house, causing the unfocused demon to look up in shock. he knew that all of his brothers weren't home and that you were the only other living soul in the house at the time.

that made him spring up to his feet immediately, discarding his book somewhere beside him and rushing out the door to find you.

he was quick to find you, on the floor of the kitchen surrounded by numerous pots and pans. thankfully, it didn't seem as though you sustained a serious injury.

regardless, he rushed towards you with a new found urgency. "are you okay?" satan hurriedly asked, quickly looking over your appearance to see if you had injured yourself.

an uneasy silence took over, neither of you wanting to relent and start the conversation.

"i can't take the very thought of you getting hurt." satan muttered quietly, deciding to take the initiative and break the stillness that had washed over the two of you.

you finally made eye contact with the demon and the hesitance in your action made his eyebrows twitch in sadness? guilt? regret? maybe it would've been more accurate to say it was a cocktail of all those emotions combined.

"well, i'm not hurt so... you don't have to look at me like that." your voice held no malice, instead it was filled with awkwardness, much like your voice back when you first came to devildom. it felt like a punch to the gut, honestly.

nevertheless, satan felt relieved, in a way. at least the hard part was over and now all that was needed was a good long chat.

ASMODEUS !

a wolf whistle echoed from behind you when you twirled around in front of asmodeus' mirror, checking yourself out in the outfit he picked out for you. from where asmodeus sat on his bed behind you, he was openly eyeing you like you were his prey.

he skipped his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck. "you look so pretty, hon! i could eat you up right here, right now!"

your giggle drew him out from where he had buried his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. "asmo, we're gonna be late." you sweetly reminded him, which resulted in a whine from the demon.

however, with a few grumbles under his breath, asmodeus relented. he wanted more than anything to have your sole attention on him and play with him all night long, but he couldn't lie to himself, an entire crowd of peoples attention on him was just a tad bit more tempting.

"you have to promise to play with me allllll night long tomorrow, okay?" the demon drawled out, holding both of your hands in his and looking at you with the biggest, wettest puppy eyes he could muster.

your loud laugh and bashful expression did make him hesitate, but luckily, you were already tugging him out the door.

hours later, asmodeus found himself in a buzz, surrounded by succubi and incubi alike, pressing themselves against him. he relished in the attention they were giving him, all of their lust and desire only fuelling on his drunken haze.

he had lost sight of you not long after arriving at the location of the party, got swept away by his adoring fans. he figured you were fine, you could handle a party, right?

that was until a commotion brought him back to his senses. he attempted to ignore it at first, it was probably another dumb brutish brawl between the succubi and incubi, nothing to be worried about. it was only when he heard something oddly similar to the sound of your crying did he take an interest in what transpired.

he rushed past the crowd of demons, no longer in a state of intoxication.

"asmo.. i'm sorry." the demon watched the tears fall down your face, his heart cracking at sight of you so distressed and drenched in demonous.

asmodeus shook his head with a new found urgency and closed the distance between the two of you. his vanity cried out at the feeling of the sticky alcohol against his clothes and skin, ruining his usual perfect image.

"honey please, tell me why you're upset. tell me, who did this?" yet, his sin, his bloodlust, flared at the gall of whichever lowly being did this to his precious human.

he tried his best at holding back his rage, his demon form ready to make its appearance. he would murder them, tear them apart limb from limb. he wanted to see them bleed, he wanted to see them beg for mercy. he would make sure they paid for what they had done to you, to what was his.

"the outfit- it's ruined... i'm sorry." your voice shook despite asmo's attempts to calm you down. it broke his heart to hear you so hung up over the fact that the outfit he handpicked for you was ruined, rather than the state you were in.

"darling, that's not what i'm worried about..." asmodeus looked at the demons surrounding him and you, making sure to look each of them in the eye. "let's get you all cleaned up, hm? there's a new face mask that i got and wanted to try with you!"

BEELZEBUB !

a human food bazaar was opening in devildom's plaza and no one was more determined to run the stalls dry of their stock than beelzebub. he had heard from a few reliable sources (definitely not barbatos and solomon) that there would be a variety of traditional foods from countries all across the human realm and who would be better at tasting all assortment of foods than the avatar of gluttony himself?

of course, he wouldn't go alone, he would need a companion to accompany him on this journey and there was only one candidate in mind, you. you weren't one to deny him either, not when his eyes were practically sparkling and drool had begun to pool in the corners of his mouth.

with that, the two of you had set off for your trip into the plaza. the crowd had been larger than beelzebub expected, so even though he wanted nothing more than to go on a rampage and absolutely annihilate the stall's stock, he came here to enjoy a day off with you.

he tightly gripped your hand, worried you would get lost within the sea of demons. he felt you squeeze his hand and when he turned back to look at you, you were already looking at him with a smile gracing your face.

"beel, honey, there's no rush. there'll be enough for you when we make our rounds." the demon felt himself calm down at the gentle reminder, the unnoticed tension in his shoulder slowly easing. he offered you a smile of his own before pulling you towards a stall that caught his eye.

this continued on for over an hour and you were at your limit. you had told beelzebub that you would find a place to sit and rest nearby, despite the puppy eyes he flashed you. he had waited to see where you sat down before running off the more stalls, this time with the thought to bring snacks the two of you could eat together.

when he returned with the snacks in hand, you were nowhere to be found. a panic immediately set in and a million thoughts raced through his head, where did you go? did you go willingly? were you okay? had someone hurt you?

he didn't know what to do, where to go from here. in his frenzied state, he put all his focus into his hearing, in hopes he could identify the sound of your voice amongst the sea of demons.

after a few minutes of adjusting to all the noise, he zeroed in on the sound of your sniffle not too far where he was located. he relied on the sound of your laboured breathing to track down where you had curled into yourself behind a wall, away from the main crowd.

the demon didn't waste time and rushed towards you. the way your breathing seemed frantic and your heartbeat was worryingly fast had him checking all over you, to make sure you weren't hurt physically.

"look at me, you're safe. you're not alone, and i'll never let you be alone again, okay?" beelzebub tried his best to say what he thought would help calm you down, his own anxiety beginning to build up. his first thought was to get his brothers, maybe lucifer or satan would know how to help, but the second you felt him pull away, your hands tightly clung onto his sleeve.

with your eyes screwed shut, you shook your head rapidly, "no, don't- don't leave, please."

no amount of hunger could prepare beelzebub for the pain of hearing you beg for him to stay. he could only watch and rub circles on your back as you tightly screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to control your breathing.

he held you in his arms until you calmed down, the only remains of your panic attack being your cheeks sticky with tears. you chuckled and wiped your eyes before glancing at the long forgotten snacks on the ground, "i'm sorry for ruining today, i got overwhelmed from the amount of people here."

beelzebub shook his head vigorously, "you didn't ruin anything. i had fun spending the day with you, even if we didn't eat everything."

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babybeel · 1 year

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— 12:45 - etham ♪

you’ve told satan a million times it isn’t his fault. voice soft and kind and accepting as you press a steady hand on the base of his spine, ever so slowly moving up. and down.

“your wrath is a part of you,” you whisper soothingly, “and it’s ok that sometimes it spills out. i know you try your best, your brothers know too.”

but it doesn’t change anything. nothing ever does.

the sadness is still suffocating after he explodes and it pairs easily with guilt, eating away at the demon whose anger turns heat, pricking away at his eyes. he shoves his palms roughly to his face, swiping harshly at the tears. he doesn’t deserve to feel sorry.

sorry for not being able to control himself, sorry for being weak. he’d yelled at you with a harsh voice and even harsher words. if anyone is allowed to cry, it’s you.

maybe you do, maybe you don’t. satan doesn’t know, he stormed to his room as soon as his tongue spat and hissed and betrayed him. it’s easier not to face you, not when he loves you.

it’s a few hours of punishing himself, wrath entirely dissipated, when satan’s DDD rings. it’s you. the shock comes running through satan’s veins like a bullet. all he’d done and you still cared, giving the demon the time and space needed to cool down before checking on him. knowing full well that if he’d been mean to you, he’d be awfully crueller to himself.

satan takes too long to collect his thoughts, collect himself. his DDD stops ringing - and then, not even a second later, starts again. this time, satan surges forward to pick up.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #om x reader #om x mc #satan #satan x reader #satan x mc #obey me fluff #obey me angst #satan fluff #satan angst #obey me satan #om satan #obey me shall we date #3am texts #i think the style of this is pretty different to how i normally write? if its questionable i blame it on being sick >-< sob #anyways i luv satan

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kurapikaxreader · 10 months

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Random sad quotes that remind me of obey me characters. Characters may be ooc (mammon,belphie,asmo,satan,soloman)

All of the brothers (about lilith)

Mammon

Satan

Belphegor

Soloman

Asmo

#seven talks #seven writes #obey me angst #asmodeus angst #asmodeus x reader #obey me solomon angst #obey me solomon x reader #mammon angst #mammon x reader #satan angst #satan x reader #belphegor angst

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lala3244 · 6 months

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Heartbreaks: SATAN

-Sorry, I am not really consistant with my posting but thank you all for your likes and reblogs!-

A/N: This one is shorter and they don't really date.

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You started dating them but others had decided they should date demons of powerful lineage not a mere human.

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort

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DIAVOLO - LUCIFER - MAMMON - BELPHEGOR

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You were struggling with the classes at RAD. You were smart but if a subject wasn’t interesting you got bored easily. You still listened and would remember things but you would daydream a lot. In one of those classes, you were sitting next to Satan. He could see that this subject was boring you then he wrote a note that he passed to you

Shall we make this interesting ?

You were surprised that Satan was actually interacting with you even with a piece of paper. He had never really talked to you since you had arrived in the Devildom. He would simply say hello to you but never had a conversation with you but you read the note anyway and looked at him with an eyebrow raised. You watched him as a smile crept up on his face, slowly becoming really cute. You looked back down at the paper and wrote back an answer even though you weren’t sure what he was talking about.

Yes!

You passed it back to him and you heard him chuckle. He wrote again and you leaned against him to read.

Meet me after class at the library.

You looked at him and nodded with a smile on your face.

The day went by quickly and you ran to the library. Satan was already there with a lot of books in front of him. “Hey! You came!” He smiled beautifully at you as if that was possible. You sat down next to him. “So what’s going on?” He turned his head to look at you. “I could see you got bored during some classes so I thought we could make them more interesting.” You blushed, you thought you were careful but he noticed. “Ok and what do you suggest?” He smiled wider. “Everytime you act interested in those classes you get a treat, anything you want and if you don’t, we will study the subject all night ‘till you get it.” You laughed and shook his hands. So that’s what you did for the following weeks, listening to the professors in those subjects and you could see that you improved a lot in them so sometimes you would act as if you didn’t care and talk to him. You enjoyed spending time with the Avatar of Wrath. He gave off this strange calming vibe that was really comforting. The treats you chose were easy, you wanted time with him so it was for him to take you out to some places you both liked.

You would spend all your free time with him and everyone thought you were dating. You slowly developed a crush on him though. You liked his attention and his gentlemanly manners. He was sweet and understanding, although he never tried to get past your boundaries which you were grateful for. You were too shy to eventually tell him how you felt and you didn’t want to ruin those times together but sometimes you felt like he might reciprocate those feelings. He was always in your personal space or touching you in some way; knee touching yours, hand on your shoulder or arm. You didn’t want to feed into these fantasies but you couldn’t help it that he was sweeping you off your feet.

One day, you were going to the Demon Lord’s Castle as you had been invited by Diavolo for a tea party. When you arrived, you knocked on the door and Barbatos opened it then let you in. He led you outside on the terrace where you sat down as he told you that Lord Diavolo wouldn’t be too long. You nodded and waited. You could hear voices and looked around. There was a window open, you guessed it was Diavolo’s office. “They all need mates, Lord Diavolo and if you need more to be convinced it will help you strengthen your position as future King.” You heard Diavolo mumbled something but couldn’t understand. “We haven’t found a mate for all of them but we found one for Satan. You need to tell him as soon as possible so they can meet.” You heard them say their goodbye then left. You were struggling to contain your emotions. You weren’t dating him but you thought it was on the right track and now it would be impossible. Diavolo arrived with a strained smile, he looked tired and you stood up to give him a quick hug. You spent the rest of your time talking about anything else but what you heard.

The next few days, you spent less time with Satan, you could see he was hurt but he didn’t try to ask you why, he knew you would eventually tell him until one evening, you were chilling alone in your room. You were listening to some music and scrolling on Devilgram when Satan entered. You gasped as he startled you and you looked at him. You finally understood why he was called the Avatar of Wrath. Eyes shining bright, a dark aura surrounding him, fury written all over his beautiful face. You froze, you didn’t know what to do and you didn’t want to antagonise him even more by doing or saying something wrong. “Can you believe it?!” He got closer and you were still frozen. “I cannot!” Now he was standing right in front of you so you had to look up. Fury was still on his face but his eyes softened when he looked at you. You smiled a bit and slowly his anger faded. He plopped down on you and laid his head on your chest then wrapped his arms around your waist. Surprised by the sudden touches you didn’t move and his grip tightened. You carded your hand on his hair and softly scratched his scalp. The dark aura disappeared a few seconds after your scratches and you revelled in the quiet and kind of intimate moment. You inhaled deeply “What’s going on, Satan?” He sighed. “Lucifer…” He groaned “Lucifer told me that I needed to court some powerful demon to help Lord Diavolo.” Your chest constricted at his words “Yeah, I know.” He got his head off your chest to look at you, a frown on his face. “You knew?” You nodded and looked away. “I heard about it when I was having tea at the castle.” He stood up, the dark aura coming back. “You didn’t tell me?! Is that why you avoided me?!” His voice strained to not erupt in anger. “Yes” His eyes flashed bright, anger filling him completely. He opened the door and left you there while destroying everything on his path.

You were still on your bed, frozen. What more could you do?

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THE END

Part 2

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dumbificat · 3 months

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HI DUMBI!! :D im kinda nervous bc i dont rlly send asks for this kinda thing BUT. could i req for medium peonies and sunflowers with satan? ik u dont rlly write for him but i just wanna see my boy in anguish :3 u can pick between a small fic and bullet points, i dont mind!! tysm and u can deny this if u want!! 🫶

hello dear ! thank you for your order, here is your bouquet :

☆ - satan angst | wc: 385 ♡ - mentions of blood, a non described injury, reader death | gn reader ♪ - note:: i hope this is ok for you :D | in this soulmate au -> red string of fate slowly unwinds then disappears when one of them dies. ★ - taglist -> @lemonarcade @imapencil @/nostalgic-muffins (you should already be tagged lol)

• flower shop event masterpost

this couldn’t be happening.

satan watched as you fell to your knees, clutching your side. the man, no, the monster that did this to you was quick to flee the scene. satan raced over to you, the red string serving as his guide. his head was spinning, mind chanting a single word, ‘no, no, no.’

it seemed like an eternity before he reached you, hands moving quick to keep you steady. you slumped against him, no longer having the strength to keep yourself upright. satan moved you as gently as he could, not wanting to bring you anymore pain that what you’d found yourself in. he had one hand grasping yours, your red strings as close as can be, and his other applying pressure to your wound.

it was no use, the blood wouldn’t stop. satan was… scared. so scared to lose the one who understood him. so scared to lose the one he loved with all his heart. so scared to lose you. he didn’t feel the tears streaming down his face, only realising when your benign hand reached up. with shaky fingers, you wiped his tears, but they wouldn’t stop. satan stared at you, eyes wide and breath heaving as he tried so desperately to save you.

he watched on as you tried to say his name, having lost the ability to talk. you couldn’t even say his name one last time. satan could feel your red string slowly unravel, his fingers moving to keep it wound just a little longer.

“no, darling please,” your eyes shifted to his face. he could tell how heavy they were, “please don’t go. don’t leave me,”

your eyelids were drooping, it was too much. it was then that satan witnessed your last breath, eyes closing as the red string vanished. you were gone. and you took his heart with you. he sat there, not wanting to let you go. screams of agony could be heard throughout the devildom that night, the avatar of wrath being thrown head first into the misery of grief and loneliness at the same time.

it took much time before his tears dried. when they did, he felt something else. an anger no one had every witnessed before. he had a demon to hunt. he will not forgive. he will not forget.

thank you for your order, please reblog if you enjoyed !

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darklyndivinely · 1 year

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I just read all your OM angst I AM IN SHAMBLES OKAY... YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL WAY WITH WORDS !!!

I was wondering if I could request something though! Maybe something with when the brothers have a crush on you? Maybe, if you want to add angst, your already dating one of their friends/brothers/ect.

Soundtrack to Disaster

Characters - Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, gn!reader.

Summary - OM!Brothers in unrequited love.

Warnings - Angst, pining, kissing, dark similes and metaphors, vague descriptions of fever and symptoms.

Wordcount - 1k+

A/N - hey anon, thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed my work. I know you asked for all of the brothers but I'm a bit scatterbrained right now, the brain ain't really braining, so here's four of our bois. I enjoyed your ask tho so I've made a playlist for unrequited love with this specific ask in mind. Additionally, as I'm in my Arctic Monkeys phase right now my brain was looping 'Knee Socks' during Lucifer's part, and 'One for the Road' for Satan's for some reason. You'll find both of the above-mentioned songs in the playlist. I hope you like this!

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LUCIFER, AVATAR OF PRIDE

You’re buried in a slew of blankets with a runny red nose and chapped lips, squinting at him through tired bloodshot eyes, and yet Lucifer has not set sights on a being more beautiful. You’re trying to laugh through the fever that has taken you, holding his cold palm to your heated forehead, sighing at the touch.

Your skin against his is warm, immensely so, your sweaty fingers twining with his. He tries to think of a moment he might have felt this feeling before—this delicate, twirling tug at the strings of his heart, the soft magnetic friction of your touch.

“Your hands are always so cold.” You giggle, twisting in your cocoon to look at him. He smiles, stroking your head. “And you are always so—”

The door spills open, banging against the wall. Mammon trudges in, kicking off his shoes, and nearing the bed you laid upon. “I got ya your medicine. Took a bit of a run but finally found em.” He sets the packet by the nightstand table and sneaks his hand behind your back to help you rise.

Lucifer backs away to grant you space, watching you giggle as you cup Mammon’s hands over your cheeks. Mammon smiles amusedly, leaning in to peck your dry lips in soft affection. Lucifer leaves you then, gently closing the door behind him, your muffled laughter echoing in his ears. Now that his brother had returned, he was no longer needed. His hands weren’t the only cold ones that could bring you relief.

MAMMON, AVATAR OF GREED

His breath slows in his throat, gaze transfixing upon your figure. Asmo squeals beside him, a high-pitched cry of awe that perfectly mimics the thumping of Mammon’s heart. You smile embarrassedly, smoothing a palm down over your outfit.

Asmo bounces closer to you, capturing your hand in his and urging you into a pirouette. You oblige, laughing when he tugs you closer, grasping the plane of your face and peppering your lips with painted feather kisses, uncaring if he stains you with his lipstick or not.

Mammon’s fist clenches in his pocket, heartbeat surging in his ears like the dull and deafening roar of a tsunami. Darts of envy pin his gaze to your displays of affection with his brother.

He wants to look away, to not have to notice the way Asmo’s hand wounds around your waist or the playful way in which you push him away, shying from his kisses, only to be pulled back into his magnetic hold. Yet Mammon’s feet remain unmoving just like his eyes, glued to the sight like leech to skin and ruin to lonely houses.

There’s a twinkle to your eyes, a soft sigh in the echo of your giggle that Mammon had believed reserved for him; that it might be something only he could pull forth and cherish. But there you stand with a smile set with stars, eternal and effortless in your beauty, holding his crumbling soul ever so tightly in your cupped hands and pretending to be unaware; pretending to be unaware that if you asked he would pluck out the moon from the dark night sky and rest it upon your brow. If only you asked.

SATAN, AVATAR OF WRATH

It’s early morning, the sky dotted with angry clouds and growling birds. He trudges down the stairs, navigating around the furniture with ease, rubbing at his aching eyes. He had not realized how long he’d spent on his current novel read. It hadn’t seemed long, but the effects were appearing now that he’d finally found the will to put it aside. Turning the corner to the kitchen, he reaches an arm sideways to flick the light switch and freezes.

You pull away from your kiss, catching his eyes. “Satan, oh.” Beel turns too, ruffled hair and rosy breaths, and shrugs, looping his hands around your waist to heave you from the countertop and onto your feet.

“Sorry, Beel got hungry so we came to the kitchen to snack a bit…then got distracted,” you say, bashful. Satan pushes a smile onto his lips, dismissing when you apologize again, and watches you tug Beel out and away from the kitchen, sending him a last smile as you leave.

And as the footfalls of your retreat dull, left alone in the gloom of the darkened kitchen, Satan allows himself that greedy moment, the creation of a fantasy where the touch that traces the incline of your cheeks is his and the fingers that comb through his hair are yours; where it’s his hands that loop around your waist and your fingers that slip past his collarbone. For one incredibly selfish minute Satan lets himself envision a reality where it's your lips that greet him in the early throes of dawn, where you are his and not his brother’s. A reality that shall exist in his mind and dreams alone.

ASMODEUS, AVATAR OF LUST

The music is loud in the club, pumping through his feet and body in waves of tilting euphoria. Asmo’s face feels feverish, numb with the intensity of the laughter that spills past his lips. Your hand is so familiar in his, sweaty and gripping, and he slips under your raised arm, twirling under and out, more happiness bubbling up his throat.

You laugh as well, jumping along with the heavy beat of the music. The club is teeming with life, buzzing with inebriation and lust, and yet Asmo hears your laughter as clear as the shattering of a thousand glasses. He stares at you, transfixed by the way the lights shade your face in purples and blues. He wants to tell you how beautiful you are, ethereal and lovely your visage with a crown of flashing lights resting upon your brow, yet as he opens his mouth he loses your attention.

You look down at the arm that had looped around your waist, and giggle, tilting your head and meeting Satan’s quirked lips. Asmo feels his perception tilt, shivers slithering through his fingers, and the bass of the loud music thrums through his blood, synced with the echoes of his yearning.

You smile into your kiss, turning and pressing closer to his brother, looping a hand round his neck and his waist, and your laughter surrounds Asmo, enveloping him like the soothing embrace of home and capturing him like a noose to the neck. And in the dark of the club nobody sees him tighten the rope around his throat, in the roar of the music nobody hears his screams and the splintering of his heart. Nobody needs to anyway.

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incorrecttom · 1 year

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my love

in their eyes, you are a beauty. A beauty which they could only meet once in their whole life time, and if needed they'd let everyone perish to their demise but not yours. They are ready to light the world in a matter of seconds for you - it was because you loved them, genuinely. You were there to pick up their pieces, you were there to calm them. Like sun to moon.

They are not some kind of hero as people make them out to be, in fact they are selfish. Selfish enough to not push that person away who actually loved them. Selfish enough to dance with you in the ruins of the world.

They have suffered enough, every time losing a person, every single time watching as another person gets slayed. Yet, you are here standing, breathing, laughing. A laugh which makes their heart skips beat.

To think of giving you up to someone? for some greater good-? They know that you'd want that- in fact they are well aware that you are ready to sacrifice yourself. And they can't let that happen.

Knowing you will not be remembered, even worse you not by their side. And expecting to find someone else who isn't you. How could you even think about that? How can they meet someone as perfect as you?

@roseadleyn , @crownxie , @baby0blanche , @dxmoness , @salvatvre , @that-one-pretty-bitch , @gallahxn , @yourlocalintrovertt , @orlic1a , @lady-navier0357 , @nyrwve , @starboo-txt + all my moots

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beelsfridge · 8 months

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My Eldest Brother (But He’s My Father) Pt.2

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Mentions of Child Neglect/Jealously/Hurt/Comfort/Hate/Depression/Father&Son/Thoughts of Death/NoMC/Panic Attacks/Some Flasbacks/Kid!SatanHeadCannons/Mammon is a good big bro/self deprecation/ identity crisis/ mentions of an attempt

Notes: Colored Text is just Dialogue with a bit of glam !

Italicized words are flashbacks (usually)( but it’ll be obvious when it’s not!)

Per request, here you go! Part 2 🫶🏼 @zarakem

1/2/?

Satan can’t help but feel the rage boil in him during a school festival at the sight of Lucifer.

But there’s another feeling lingering as he stares at the kindness and gentle expressions Lucifer shares with the someone so small.

Ones he never saw growing up

When Satan realizes that he yearns and longs for something he can never have.

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Satan pants heavily as his consciousness begins to take over.

He looks around, his vision blurred.

He’s not at the festival anymore.

Where is he?…

He feels a bit sore, and his hands have clear signs of bruising and scrapes. But it was obvious someone tended to some of his wounds with some bandages wrapped around his body.

He lets out a sigh.

He did it again, didn’t he.

He went crazy.

His back hurts despite being on what he assumes is a bed.

He tries to move from his place but his hand is chained.

Not this again…

He looks around him, his vision becoming clearer.

Is it still the day of the festival? How long has passed?

He’s in his room.

But he finds no comfort in being in it.

He tries to break free from the chains in a desperate manner but fails.

He knew it wouldn’t work anyways

Why was this happening to him again?

He had it under control, did he not?

He feels defeated.

He doesn’t know how long he’s just sitting there. Drowning in his own sorrow.

That’s when the door to his room opens. The light blinding him as he averts his gaze from whoever decided to walk in.

“Hey buddy.” Mammon gleams as he holds a tray of food ,”How are ya feeling?”

Satan shoots him a dirty look but that doesn’t stray Mammon away from fulfilling his duty.

“Tch, I told Lucifer these weren’t necessary.” Mammon looks at the chains with detest before refocusing on Satan,”I brought ya food! You must be hungry, right?”

“No.” Satan tells Mammon before his own stomach betrays him.

Mammon can’t help but let out a snicker to which Satan responds to with a scowl.

“Open wideeee Big Brother Mammon is gonna feed you! Just like he used to!” Mammon tells him shoving a spoonful of soup into Satans mouth.

“Beel must’ve made the food today.” Satan assumes as he has no choice but to accept Mammon.

He’s always been too pushy and would’ve probably continued insisting if Satan rejected him again. He’s much too tired and sore to argue anyways.

Mammon reminds Satan of Lucifer in a way.

But at least Mammon doesn’t get angry like Lucifer does. He’s a lot more understanding.

And caring.

He’s more gentle.

Sure he’s an irresponsible idiot who always manages to get into all sorts of trouble but …

Mammon has always been kind to Satan.

Even if Satan had his outbursts and destroyed everything.

Mammon would forgive him right away.

Satan can’t help but feel some guilt weigh him down.

He doesn’t know really recall when or why he started pushing Mammon away.

“Imma get ya!” Mammon says chasing around a small Satan who has a smile on his face.

“No way, you’re too slow!” Satan tells him sticking his tongue out at him as he runs into one of the many unexplored rooms in the house.

“Why you little-“ Mammon huffs out as he catches up with Satan.

When Mammon does catch up he finds Satan standing in the middle of library.

His eyes full of curiosity as he looks around

“What’s all this?” Satan asks him.

“It’s the house library doofus.” Mammon tells patting his head gently,”No one ever comes in here though.”

“Why?”

“Well it’s easy. Asmo prefers a mirror, uh Levi has his own weird thing going on, uhhh Belphie couldn’t bother while Beel isn’t interested since he can’t eat it. —No one cares about a buncha books. -Nowadays you got these!” Mammon pulls out his D.D.D. with a smile.

Not even a minute later he’s deeply immersed in the phone and scrolling absentmindedly.

“Mammon.” Satan says in attempt to regain his brothers attention.

“Hmm? Oh yeah.” Mammon says with a laugh while putting his phone away,”Anyways uh as for Lucifer I think he might be the only one who comes in here actually.”

“..he does?” Satan asks unsure yet still curiously

“Yknow that one saying..uh what is it. Something about knowledge..er ..uh..oh! That’s right, Knowledge is power! Luci is a firm believer in that certain thing Yknow!” Mammon tells him proudly.

Satan stares at the endless array of books and picks one out. He looks down at it and opens it up.

“It’s in a different language.” Satan tells him with a scowl,”How is anyone suppose to know what it says if they didn’t bother having a translation!?”

Mammon grabs the book from him and attempts to read it himself but fails miserably,”Yknow you’re totally right! It’s lame as hell. Oh—maybe there’s a good money maker in that statement somewhere. “ mammon hums to himself,”Sounds like a lotta work on my part though. You’re probably better off just learning the language yourself.” He tells Satan handing him back the book.

“Learning the language?” Satan says confusingly.

“Er yeah there’s a book somewhere here for that, but I was just messing around, no one’s got the time for that sorta thing.”

Satan hums curiously.

“Anyways I’m pretty sure-“ Mammon says tapping him gently,”You’re it.”

“Hey! No fair! We were on time out.” Satan yells out as Mammon takes off running. He runs right after him.

“I swear Satan, if you don’t stop trying to bite my fingers as I’m trying to feed you i won’t hesitate bitting back.” Mammon warns him.

Satan has another flashback.

“Hah? You’re in here again?” Mammon tells Satan as Satan stands on a stack on books to reach a higher shelf.

“Oh- hey mammo OH -“Satan yelps out as the stack of books begins to wobble underneath him.

Luckily Mammon is able to keep him balanced,”Hey- watch it dummy you’re gonna get hurt.” Mammon a scolds him as Satan continues to attempt to reach for a higher book.

“Nah I won’t, Mammon will save me.” Satan says.

“Damn right I will,”Mammon hums in agreement as he picks satan up,”Now hurry and get the book you want.” He tells Satan.

“Satan, bud, you keep zoning out. You’re starting to freak me out.” Mammon tells him.

“Heya buddy, I was thinking- maybe we can go out shopping today together - what ya say?” Mammon walks in the library with smile.

“No thanks.” Satan tells him as he’s immersed in his book.

“Hah?” Mammon let’s out a confused grunt,”But you like shopping with me.”

“You only take me because you use me as a scapegoat for one of your schemes.” Satan huffs as he doesn’t even bother looking up from his book.

“Hey- er- That’s not true at all! I just like spending time with ya!” Mammon defends his actions.

“Not interested.” Satan let’s put an annoyed grunt,”I have way better things to do.”

“Oh..”Mammon says with a dejected sigh,”Alright..well maybe next time?”

“Probably not.” Satan tells him.

Mammon looks back at his younger brother before leaving the library.

He’d try a few more times to get his younger brothers attention. But the more he tried the more Satan pushed him away.

Mammon stopped trying

“OI! Quit ignoring me!” Mammon snaps his fingers in front of Satan.

“Huh?” Satan turns his attention to Mammon.

“Jeez.” Mammon says as he puts the breakfast to the side,” Ya had me worried for a minute there. I’m telling Lucifer to take these off of you already. Matter in fact, imma do it myself.” He starts to fumble with the chains.

“Mammon wait-“Satan tries to warn the Avatar of Greed but is too late because Satan feels the energy flow through his body.

“Yeouch!” Mammon yelps out after receiving a pretty powerful shock.

“It’s enchanted dumbass!” Satan grits his teeth.

After all— he got shocked too!

“Oi what the hell is wrong with Lucifer!? Treating ya like an animal ” Mammon yells out,”I swear that guy-“

“How about you get this book in my desk. The one with a blue bird sigil on it.” Satan tells him, the shocks always made him feel a bit dizzy.

Mammon rummages through the desk looking for the book.

However, Satan thinks Mammon is taking too long to find it.

“…..”

“Mammon! Quit tryna steal my stuff!” Satan scowls angrily.

“Ha. You caught me. Found yer book.” Mammon tells him as he reproaches ,” What’s this for?”

“It unlocks the chains.” Satan tells him.

“Oh wow really? Awesome! So what I gotta say some cool spell in here or what?” Mammon becomes determined as he flips through the pages. Only to find out they’re all empty,”Ay, you sure this is the right book?“

“It’s the right book-“ Satan tells him,” Stand over here.” He tells Mammon who does as he’s told.

“Now what?”

“Now you’re gonna use the book, and hit the chain really hard.” Satan says with a grin.

“Ah- okay. —Now you’ve lost it.” Mammon closes the book,”Man that shock really did a number on you.”

“Mammon!” Satan huffs at him.

“Fine fine!” Mammon does as he’s told, slamming the book down straight into the chain.

Surprisingly, it snaps in half.

“W-what?! No way! There’s no way a stupid book could’ve cut though that-“ Mammon says in disbelief as Satan removes the cuffs off of him.

“They’re enchanted chains- they’re meant to keep anyone with devil or Angel power from touching them. And they’re also meant to keep a person from using magic when restrained.” Satan explains,”The book is from the human world, even though there is nothing written on it- it has no magic power. “

“How’d you figure out that you can get out of the chains?”

“I read about it.” Satan let’s out a huff as he throws himself back on the bed.

“Huh, guess books are useful after all!” Mammon acknowledges.

It becomes silent after that.

Perhaps it’s time to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

“Mammon.” Satan asks.

“Yeah?”

“What happened?”

“You mean you don’t remember?” Mammon murmurs.

“I don’t.” Satan replies.

Even if it was just for a short time, he’d forgotten all about those emotions he’s been experiencing.

“Well..” Mammon says,”By the time I got there, most of the area was destroyed pretty badly. The only people there were our brothers and of course Lucifer who was tryna stop ya .” Mammon hums with a sigh.

Satan doesn’t respond.

“Honestly Satan,” Mammon asks ,”We know you didn’t just blow up for no reason. We’ve noticed your mood lately…”

There’s no response again.

“You can tell your big bro what’s bugging ya! No judgements here!” Mammon tells him encouragingly

“….”

“Dammit Satan! Say something will ya?!” Mammon pleas with his younger brother.

“Why are you here Mammon?” Satan asks him as he stares up at his ceiling.

“What ya mean ‘why am I here’, it’s cause I’m worried about you! We all are!” Mammon exclaims.

“No Mammon…”Satan sits up from the bed now making it so that Mammon and himself seat side by side.

He turns to Mammon with such repulsion it causes him to flinch back.

“Why are you really here?”

“I- I’m not following.” Mammon tells him, slightly confused by the question.

“Why don’t you be honest for once in your god damn lifetime and answer my question!” Satan grabs Mammon by the collar of his shirt.

“O-oi!” Mammon is unsure of what’s happening. Things are moving rather quickly for Mammon to process correctly.

“All these years! You were always there! Even when I wanted nothing to do with you! Why is that Mammon?! Why did you not hate me like everyone else?!” Satan’s grip on Mammon gets stronger.

“Because I love ya!” Mammon exasperates.

“Wrong answer!” Satans yelling gets louder as he throws Mammon onto the ground.

Mammon attempts to scurry towards the door,”It’s the truth?! What other answer did you want?!”

Satan follows him maliciously,”You pitied me? Right?!”

“Pitied ya?? What the hell are you talking about?!” Mammon yells out a yelp as a chair barely misses him, shattering into pieces next to him.

“You felt bad for poor little Satan! Because nobody wanted to associate themselves with him, right!?” Satan knocks a shelf over in rage.

“That’s not true!” Mammon tells him sternly as he backs up against the door,”I loved you because yer were my kid brother!”

“Liar!” Satan picks him up by the collar once more,”You only loved me because nobody else wanted to! You felt guilty!”

“I did not!”

“You felt guilty Mammon.” Satan in a dangerously quiet tone.

Mammon doesn’t say anything but Satan could hear his pulse quicken.

”You felt guilty! Because not even my own father wanted me. - isn’t that right?” Satan painfully voices—his expression is filled with anger and sorrow as tears start streaming down his face.

Mammon’s face falls and is replaced with one filled with guilt.

Realization dawning on the white haired boy and Mammon could feel hot tears fall down his face.

“I’m sorry..” He croaks out.

“…..”

“Get out.” Satan warns him as he drops his grip.

“Satan-“Mammon pleads as tears fill his eyes.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Satan pushes Mammon out the door making the white haired boy fall onto the ground, slamming it closed.

——

(Finally! The Brothers POV!)

(should I change the tags to hurt/comfort/hurt/hurt/hurt/ instead lololol)

Mammon stares in utter disbelief as he watches the door slam close on him.

He could hear footsteps approach him from the side in a hurry.

“Mammon!” Asmo calls out with worry.

“We heard yelling-“Belphie approaches with Beel.

“What happened?!” Levi asks clearly worried for his older brother.

And that’s when they take in the older brothers appearance. More noticeably at the tears spewing out his eyes in such a way, no one thought possible.

He holds such a pained expression -it startles the younger brothers.

“H-hey-“ Belphie is unsure of what to even say. Mammon wasn’t the type to cry in such a way. He always played the tougher act when it came to stuff like this.

But seeing Mammons desperation as he gets up from the floor and begins pounding the on Satans door , crying out in pleas, was probably the most horrifying thing they could’ve ever witnessed.

“Open the god damn door!” Mammon yells out,”Open it now, Satan!”

“M-mammon…”Asmo isn’t sure what to do. Should he stop his brother? Could he?

“What’s..happening..”Levi says clearly horrified.

“I don’t know…”Beel replies with an upset expression.

The brothers flinch as they can hear crashes and sounds of destruction erupt from inside Satans room.

“M-Mammon what happened!?” Levi overcomes his shock as he tries to figure out what’s happening.

“Don’t just fucking stand there! Help me open this door!” Mammon tells him with a harsh tone as he tries to kick in the door.

Levi flinches at the older brothers tone.

Mammon wasn’t the type to angrily swear, especially at his own brothers.

“Why won’t this stupid door open already?!” Mammon frustratingly kicks at it

“Mammon just stop!” Asmo cries out.

“What in the devils name is going on?!” Lucifer’s voice booms out from the end of the hall as he approaches the scene.

“It’s Mammon!” Asmo stands behind Lucifer instinctively ,”I think they got into an argument— he won’t stop crying!”

Lucifer takes a look at his younger brother.

It makes him uneasy.

“Mammon.“ Lucifer calls out to his brother.

Mammon ignores him.

“Mammon,”Lucifer says again,”Satan put an enchantment, there’s no way you’re getting in.”

Mammon stops abruptly, facing the door.

“Mammon, look at me.” Lucifer tells his brother.

Mammon swiftly turns and suddenly has Lucifer by the collar of his shirt - just as Satan did to him.

“M-mammon that’s enough!” Levi calls out to him trying to pull Mammon away from Lucifer but fails miserably.

“This is crazy..” Belphie says out loud,” what’s even happening right now…”

Lucifer looks into his brothers eyes.

They’re staring at him the same way Satan did last night.

“Mammon-“Lucifer says not pleased at his brothers actions.

Tears stream down Mammons face, he’s unable to contain his own rage as he struggles to come to truth with a harsh reality.

“This is all your fault!” Mammon shouts at him.

“My fault?” Lucifer raises an eyebrow as he bears no mind to Mammons aggression— pride getting the best of him in an already delicate situation,”Please, enlighten me.”

That seems to rile Mammon further.

“I can take the punishments!” He continues to yell at Lucifer,”I can take yer cold shoulder - I can take the snarky remarks about being an idiot who does nothing but cause trouble -I can take being called a greedy bastard who only thinks of himself! but Yknow what I won’t take?- “Mammon stares Lucifer dead in the eye.

“-what I won’t take is the way you treat your own family anymore! “ he pushes Lucifer away from him with utter disgust,”He’s your son for fucks sake.“ mammon hardly get’s out.

The tension sky rocketed to an entirely different atmosphere.

There were some quiet gasps and shocked facial expressions in the room.

Mammon however seemed to have gotten such a burden off his chest as he silently recomposes himself and lets Lucifer go.

“Oh my god..”Asmo can’t help but cover his mouth.

“This is really happening.” Levi gulps nervously.

“I’m not liking this at all..…”Beel admits as Belphie remains silent.

Lucifer himself seems surprised and taken back by such a statement as he takes a step away from him.

For a man who can usually keep his composure, Lucifer was having trouble keeping the look of horror off of his face.

“What…..did you just …say?…”Lucifer’s head starts to do cartwheels.

“I refuse to call you my brother anymore!” Mammon confesses,”because my brother would have never treat his own that way!”

“S-satans not..”Lucifer sputters out but is unable to get the words out,”Mammon what are you saying?—”

“Figure out yourself ya damn deadbeat. I’m done here.” Mammon says bitterly walking away from Lucifer.

He glances at his younger brothers as he walks away.

He sighs deeply, holding his temple as he gently massages it. He murmurs an apology to them before disappearing into the house.

…as for Lucifer.

The remaining four turn to their eldest brother.

But it seems the eldest was glued to his spot—replaying the words in his head over and over.

He can feel his hands shaking.

Just a simple sentence….a couple of words.

And they were able to twist a knife into Lucifer’s chest and kill off all the pride Lucifer had left.

The energy surrounding Lucifer was threatening.. it felt hostile.

“Leave.” Lucifer demanded.

And that’s exactly what they did.

——

“Ahh-That was so scary.” Asmo tells him three brothers as they gather in the attic.

Beel hums in agreement,”I’ve never seen Mammon so angry before.”

“Mammon?? But did you see the way Lucifer reacted when Mammon said-“ Belphie comments before stopping abruptly.

“This is so weird..” Levi admits,”I say we just go back to our rooms and hope they figure it out themselves.”

Asmo glares Levi,”That’s not an option and you know it.”

Beel hums again in agreement.

Levi sulks with a sigh,”Yeah I know…but isn’t there a chance we can make things worse by getting involved? I mean look at Mammon, he got involved and look what happened to him.”

“That’s true,” Belphie nods his head in agreement as he crosses him arms.

“No it’s not!” Asmo exasperates,” We should at least try and figure out what’s actually going on, we owe it to them to try-“

“I agree.” Beel says,”Mammon is always there for us when things like this happen, Lucifer is always getting us out of trouble too…as for Satan-“ Beel mumbles the last part,”We owe him that much.”

The other brothers look at Beel surprised by his declaration.

Belphie let’s out a sigh,”You’re right Beel.”

Levi nods,”Yeah.”

Asmo smiles at his younger brother,” Agreed.”

“I guess we should try and figure out how this all started then..”Levi tells them.

“Right!” Asmo tells him,”I’d have to say it starts with Satan’s weird behavior these past weeks,”He’s totally been avoiding us as much as he can.”

There’s a nod of agreements.

“But when did that start?” Belphie asks,”was there something that could’ve triggered Satan?”

Levi shakes his head,”Not that I know of, but he did explode yesterday at the festival..and now that I think about it….when we’d ask him about stuff regarding the festival he seemed distant.”

“That’s true,”Beel says,”Don’t you remember Lucifer saying he contributed the least amount at breakfast?”

“That’s right!” Asmo says,”Usually he’s really the only one put his back and bone into events like this.”

“It clearly bothered him..considering what he did to that poor fork.” Belphie says with a nervous expression with Asmo nodding his head in agreement.

“But if he was bothered by the idea of the festival, why did he agree to it?” Levi asks genuinely unsure.

The brothers sit in thought. Usually if Satan doesn’t like something he’d say it outright.

“If I had to guess…”Belphie says with a dry laugh ,”Probably because Lucifer didn’t want to do it.”

“Yeah..that sounds like Satan.” Levi agrees.

“Do you think Lucifer thought something like this might happen?” Beel asks.

“It wouldn’t be out of character for Lucifer to think a few steps ahead of everyone…but I don’t know…” Belphie says,”He did seem pretty surprised yesterday at Satan’s meltdown....”

Everyone becomes silent.

After all, they didn’t get there until the very end of what they assume was Lucifer stopping Satan’s wrath.

Lucifer’s expression carried worry and concern across his face. He almost looked guilty.

“What happened?!” Asmo rushes as he sees Lucifer standing with an unconscious Satan in his arms.

“He did it again…”Levi says with a concerned expression.

“Satan…”Beel says glumly.

“I knew it was a bad idea to let him leave.” Belphie sighs.

The scene had both Satan and Lucifer with tattered clothes. Just how much happened in such a short amount of time?

Lucifer’s expression changes.

It looks sad as his demonic form fades away.

Sad for the blonde boy as he held up his unconscious body in his arms.

Lucifer reaches to move the blondes hair out of his face but hesitates, pulling away.

He sighs deeply, obviously troubled,”I’ll let Diavolo know what happened later, for now let’s section this area off…and go home.”

And that’s what happens.

They go home.

And they don’t follow Lucifer as he carries Satan up to his room.

“His face was so..”Asmo says,”I’ve never seen either of them like that…well not since…” He‘s at a lost for words.

“Yeah…”Belphie croaks out.

Beel nods in agreement.

“But I thought Satan was like…okay now?” Levi asks,”I thought we helped him get through that?”

“I thought so too,”Asmo tells him as he puts a hand to his face in frustration,”I’m sure we did. It has to be something else then.”

“What about what Mammon said?” Belphie asks,”He called Satan Lucifer’s son. He was really pissed off at Lucifer.”

There’s an uneasy tension in the room again.

“…..”

“….”

“Ah! This is so weird and confusing!” Asmo breaks the silence with a groan.

“Ughh.” Levi complains.

“Alright alright. So from what I’ve gathered Satan disliked the festival. And Something happened from that day to the day of the festival between Satan and Lucifer?” Belphie asks.

“No- We would’ve known something about an argument or discourse if something did happen between those two,”Levi tells him.

“Then what the hell is it?!” Belphie yells out,”If nothing happened between them then why did they all react in such a way??”

Asmo sighs,”Whatever it is, Mammon must’ve tried to console Satan about it. But that didn’t work out….clearly.”

“It looked like…. Like Mammon had a guilty expression on his face when he got thrown out...” Beel says,”At least from what I saw..”

“But what would Mammon feel guilty about? If anyone is less responsible for Satan’s behavior lately, it’s Mammon. “ Levi tells him,”After all he did volunteer to deliver him breakfast this morning.”

“Mmm breakfast …”Beel says. He’s ignored.

“Yeah, Mammon was really the only one who looked after him after he was born.” Belphie mumbles.

“Ugh! Don’t remind me! I still hate myself for ever feeling that way to someone who’s family -“Asmo admits,”Even so! We were forgiven for that! We even all cried it out together!”

There are hums of agreement.

“So..the problem …is most likely Lucifer and Satan?” Belphie tilts his head in confusion.

“Isn’t it always them anyways? Satans always hated Lucifer.” Asmo responds.

“They never got along. That much we know. So what changed?” Levi questions,”Lucifer is the only one acting the same - Satan’s the one who started acting different …”

“I can’t put my finger on it ,”Belphie says,”call it a gut feeling…or beels hunger …but…my guess…is this is all because of the way Lucifer’s been treating Satan…”

“Huh? How is it any different than before?” Levi asks.

“Think about it, why else would Mammon get involved?”

“I don’t know, he’s Mammon.” Asmo makes his argument.

“No- like really think about it. This isn’t the first time Mammon’s argued with Lucifer …even if not to this degree..it feels similar... It’s happened before- back when-…when Satan…when he tried to…“ Belphie murmurs out.

Beel touches his twin brothers shoulder, shaking his head urging him not to continue.

“Don’t say more.” Asmo says looking down at the ground in shame as he covers his ears and eyes ,” I don’t want to remember… I don’t want to.”

(Imma put trigger warning here, brief mention of an attempt )

“I can’t believe you!” Mammon yells at Lucifer,”So you show you care for a few days and then go back to being a heartless son of a bitch? Do you not care about what just happened?! Do you not realize how pathetic you look?! There’s no pride in neglecting someone who needs you right now!”

“I told you before Mammon, I can’t stop everything that’s happening for Satan’s sake… I can’t. You need to understand someone has to make sure you all have roofs over your heads!” Lucifer’s tone changes into one with discontent,”How can you say I’m being neglectful when all I’ve done and sacrificed is for your sakes!”

“Cant you see?! We’re falling apart out here! All that won’t matter if you can’t get your act straight!”

Lucifer turns away from Mammon as he touches his temple of his head with his fingers ,”Mammon…” He says in a serious tone,”I don’t know why you’re so insistent about Satan. I already told you. He’s our brother, you know I care for him.”

“I held him Lucifer!” Mammon voice cracks,”In my arms. And I couldn’t feel him.”

Lucifer looks back at his brother with a pained expression,”Im sorry Mammon.”

“Why ..why can’t you..just love him…”Mammon pleads.

“I do love him.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“I can’t love him any other way.” He turns away from his younger brother.

“He’s your-!”

“Mammon.” Lucifer interrupts him with a warning,”He’s our brother. So let it go.”

Lucifer walks away.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you!” Mammon warns.

“Handle it yourself. I’m done here.”

“Lucifer!”

Lucifer ignores him.

No response.

“Dammit Lucifer! Stop acting like Fath-!!!” Mammon says before being startled by the feeling of a smaller hand touching his arm.

“It’s okay Mammon. It’s not worth being upset over. That’s just who he is.”

Mammon looks down at his younger brother with nothing but surprise.

“You shouldn’t be here..” Mammon tells him,”you should be taking it easy..”

“It’s okay. I’m okay now. My brothers made me feel better.”

Mammon turns to the door, to find his other younger siblings watching nervously.

He glances back in Lucifer’s direction, only to see him gone. He lets out a sigh of relief.

“You guys can come out, it’s alright.” Mammon tells them. They step out and Mammon watches as Satan runs to Beel, who picks him up with ease and a smile.

“Well I definitely missed something.” Mammon says watching the event unfold in front of him.

He watches as Asmo wipes a present tear from his eye as he cuddles Satan lovingly,”You could say that.”

Satan scowls at Asmo’s sudden display of affection but the fifth born pays no mind to it.

“He’s like a little cat.” Belphie tells him,”Isn’t that right Lev?”

“Yeah he’s a cute little brother or whatever. I guess. For now.” Leviathan crosses his arms.

Mammon watches his brothers with a thoughtful expression. He turns in the direction in which Lucifer left. He lets out a sigh before turning back to his younger brothers.

There is happy yet relieved smile from him,”Yeah he is. Isn’t he?”

It’s quiet for a while as the brothers recall the distant past.

“Were we wrong?” Asmo asks quietly,”We were wrong to just have accepted Lucifer’s word like that?”

“Lucifer told us to call him our brother- so that’s what we did-“ Levi yells out in desperation,”I mean- “

“what else were we suppose to tell him? No?”

“Maybe we could’ve said something-“Asmo admits,”…I won’t lie …and say I was a bit confused by Satan’s birth ..it always felt weird to call him my little brother.. maybe that’s why…I found it hard to get along with him at first..”

“I also found it really odd..”Beel tells them.

“Well it’s not like we can change the past so there’s no use dwelling on it.” Belphie sighs.

“But still!” Asmo tells them,”Something tells me we contributed to Satan’s meltdown…again.”

Levi let’s out a long frustrated sigh,”Well what are we suppose to do now? It’s not like we can force Lucifer to accept Satan…even if he does, I highly doubt Satan is going to welcome him with open arms.”

“Accept him how?” Asmo asks crossing his arms, ”Just exactly what are we expecting to happen?”

“I don’t know! Something ?!” Levi exclaims,”I just want things to go back to normal! If only Lucifer had just-“ Levi stammers,”If h-he had ..just .... “

Levi let’s out another deep sigh.

“Now I get how Satan and Mammon feel.” Levi murmurs.

His younger brothers look at him with a surprised expression.

“Stop staring at me!” Levi scowls,”Its just-“

“—Even though he calls Satan his brother—“ He shakes his head,”And he says he loves him- it’s just not the same thing…It’s not! The man who’s suppose to be your father …refuse to acknowledge you as much.. I’ve played too many games with this plot line to know how it usually ends!…”

“This is real life Levi!” Asmo huffs at him. A few quiet seconds go by before he quietly asks Levi,”how does it usually end?”

Levi has a glum expression,”You don’t wanna know.”

“You’re not helping!” Asmo let’s out a groan.

Belphie rubs his hand through his own hair to relieve tension,”I guess when you put it that way..I’d be pretty upset about it too… but that doesn’t mean the Anti-Lucifer League is changing its core values and goals - ”

“Oh shut up.” Asmo throws a pillow at him.

“Oof!”

“Yeah..”Beel hums,”It doesn’t help that Lucifer hardly bats an eye Satan’s way either. Unless, of course, Satan is getting into trouble…”

“We can’t just put all the blame on Lucifer!” Asmo argues.

“He’s Satan’s dad!” Levi argues back.

“But! Lucifer has done a lot for us! - he puts roof over our head, feeds us, and let’s indulge in our sins occasionally - he’s not all that heartless! I know he cares- he does! He’s a great brother! Sure he’s not all touchy feely all the time but that’s not something we should reprimand him for! can’t we at least see try to see his perspective before putting all blame on him?”

“The truth Asmo…is that Satan is Lucifer’s son. Whether we like to admit it or not…..Lucifer can be a great brother, but he can also be a shit dad.”Belphie determines.

Asmo crosses his arms once more with a sigh,”When you put it like that…l”

The room gets silent again.

“So….what now?” Asmo asks.

“Dunno.” Belphie replies.

“We’re literally right back at the beginning!” Levi cries in annoyance,”This feels like a problem between Satan and Lucifer— and those two are the most stubborn pricks I know!! Nothing is ever gonna get fixed if we don’t do SOMETHING.”

“So what do you propose we do?” Asmo asks,”I mean when it comes to touchy feely, those two are completely hopeless.. So that’s a total lost cause.”

Belphie groans,”It won’t matter if it doesn’t come from Lucifer.”

“Agreed. I think it’s time we tell Lucifer how we really feel. Maybe he’ll open up to the idea more about Satan...” Beel says.

“I think it’s a start.” Levi hums as Asmo agrees.

“So what about Mammon?” Belphie asks,”He’s pretty upset at Lucifer as well. Do you think maybe we should talk to him first?”

“It’s worth a shot.” Levi tells,”Though I don’t know if he’ll be up for it.”

“I think it’s best we give him some space…he might still be emotional from earlier... We should talk to him before dinner though.” Beel tells them. They all nods heads.

“So it’s settled, we talk to Mammon. Then we talk to Lucifer.”

“Why do I feel like this won’t end well.” Levi sighs.

“That’s because it never does.”

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ohh yeah, now the real angst is coming.

next part is the talk with 💕Mammon💕 and finally SOME COMFORT LOLOL

will we finally get Lucifer’s pov ?

Hi hi hi it’s the author again! Originally this was only going to be two chapters long but I got so into writing I couldn’t help myself. Ahhh I swear comfort is coming soon, maybe lololol

Also, not that some care but I originally wrote in Mammon finding Satan but felt it would be too much for people . T-T

I was also gonna add Satan’s brothers finally accepting Satan as family during a flashback but personally I feel like the story isn’t centered around that but around his relationship to Lucifer and the way it’s affecting his relationships with everyone else.

Even though I purposely left out Lucifer interactions for chapter 1 and most of chapter 2

Anyways I’m sure there’s spelling errors and stuff in here I’ll get to eventually so forgive me >.<

I ranted on for too long! Sorry!

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Chains

Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Happy with a sad ending.

Satan & Asmodeus.

Satan-Centric (Satan Suffers Series).

Inspired by the scene in Nightbringer where Satan gets out of his chains because Asmo made them too loose. (Poor Satan getting chained up. Sjahjagsjsg).

He acted up again. He didn't know why, he never knew why.

He was constantly angry, every day all day since the day of his birth one year ago.

Satan felt sick, he felt angry, he felt sad.

Everyone treated him like a pet, then turned around and called him their brother. It didn't make sense. It was unfair. He did not deserve this.

Those things were only a few of the many reasons his anger piled up. It was warm, firey, awful. It grew in the pit of his stomach, turning his face red. He hated himself, he hated this.

Yet, he could do nothing.

He got angry again, Asmodeus (Asmo, as the others called him. Though Satan did not deserve to use that title. He was not friends or brothers with the newfound demon) was the one appointed to chain him up this time.

The thin pretty boy grabbed Satan's arm reluctantly, dragging him to the book-filled room as Satan pouted.

Asmodeus looked down at him, grimacing, loosening his grip. "I don't like this any more than you do. But Lucifer ordered it."

"That stupid ex-angel should not determine my fate," Satan spit back, his fury building.

Asmodeus did not reply to that.

When they stepped into Satan's room, Asmodeus sighed and dropped the child's arm.

Asmodeus made a gesture towards the bed, pointing his well-manicured, long-nailed finger at Satan's bed.

One could hardly call it a bed. Sure, it was a bed. It had the frame, the mattress, the blankets, pillows, everything. But it didn't feel like a bed. Chains covered the bed, weighing down on the mattress. The chains hooked tightly to the bed posts, ones that were ripped up and bent inwards due to the excessive pulling Satan would do every time he got chained up for long periods of time. During those times he would sob and scream, anger and fury flooding his mind. Nobody ever responded to his calls.

He sat roughly on the bed, huffing as he sat, crossing his arms with a heavy glare.

Asmodeus sighed, looking sad.

"I feel bad that we have to do this. You're still a child, you're still my brother."

"Brother?" His anger burned whenever any of them dared to pretend as if they cared about him as a family or as a friend. "I am not your fucking brother! Do not pretend like we are some happy family! You are literally about to chain me to a bed! This is not how 'families' behave."

"I don't want to do it!" Asmodeus shouted, a pained look on his face, "It's way harder to be part of a family than you think! You can't always be perfect! You can't always do what everyone wants! You can't make everybody magically happy again! You can't do anything about your whole family being cast away or dead! It is not easy, Satan! Plus, what would you know about families anyway? You're a kid!"

Satan gasped, sadness showing on his face before anger took over. He glared, making a sound that almost sounded like a growl.

Asmodeus gasped, seemingly realizing that he made a mistake. "Listen, Satan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. That was a real dick move on my part. You are still a kid. But, everything else I said wasn't right to say. I apolog-"

"I read about them."

Silence erupted through the room.

Asmodeus looked around cautiously. And quietly he asked, "What?"

"I like to read." Satan didn't feel angry at the moment. "I read stories about families, about brothers, ones who care for and look after one another."

Asmodeus began to tear up. The new Avatar of Lust reached his arms out, hugging the wrathful demon. Satan quickly began to thrash, trying to escape from Asmodeus's arms. "What are you doing!?"

"I'm hugging you."

"Why!?"

"You needed a hug. That's all."

Satan stopped thrashing, he forced his anger down. Then, he relaxed into the hug. Was this his first hug? He did not know.

"I feel wrong chaining a child up. Not just any child either, my very own brother. It's awful. Why are we doing this? You don't deserve this."

"But- but what if I act out again? They always say th-"

"It doesn't matter what they say. You don't deserve that."

Asmodeus was saying the things he had been telling himself for the longest time. So why was he denying the things he was saying? It felt wrong. Asmodeus was confirming his feelings. But Satan was wrong. Satan has always been the one in the wrong. No matter what he thought, the ex-angels always told him that he was wrong and that they were right. That's how it always has been. Satan couldn't be right. He has never been right.

"Don't doubt yourself," Asmodeus spoke, holding tighter onto Satan.

"I can't chain you up, that's wrong. This is wrong. You're a child. You're my brother."

Normally Satan would yell when any of the six would refer to him as his brother or friend, he would yell and scream. But right now he couldn't. He was shocked. Asmodeus was being so nice to him. It was weird.

"You'll get in trouble," Satan whispered.

Asmodeus seemed shocked. Was this the first time Satan showed care for another person?

"How about this," Asmodeus started, hatching a plan in his head. "I'll loosely chain you up. That way you can get up and walk around, read, stretch, whatever without those heavy chains weighing you down. They cannot be good for your skin. They'll leave your skin all rough and red.... Anyway, that way if anyone asks, I did chain you. But, you are smart. So, you got out."

Satan smiled softly. How often was it that he truly smiled? Usually only when a book is present, in moments where his mind is lost in a different world where he is somebody else. A world where he is a hero, a friend, a brother. He'll find stories he relates to, read them as much as he can until he physically can't like the book anymore. Then, he finds a new one, and restarts the process.

"Do you have a favorite?" Asmodeus asked, trying to be kind.

"It changes by day," Satan tried not to be angry, he tried to be peaceful. He had seen others conversations, maybe if he could be more like them, they would like him more. If only his temper wasn't so out of control.

"So, what is the lucky book of the day," Asmodeus began to do up the chains as he spoke. Normally they were way tighter, Asmodeus wasn't kidding when he said he'd make them loose. Normally Lucifer did it, or had Beelzebub do it. They were strong. Beelzebub always seemed like he felt bad to be doing it. Lucifer seemed unbothered.

"Maybe Little Women. It might be more for girls, but I like it a lot."

"It doesn't matter who it was written for. It only matters if it resonates with you."

Satan smiled. Once they chains were 'done up', Asmodeus went to leave.

"Thank you....Asmo."

Asmo tried to hide how happy he was at the nickname, "Love you a bunch, 'Tan."

Satan blushed. He wasn't used to anything like this.

Asmodeus left. Satan was alone.

The chains were loose enough for him to easily take them off immediately. When he did, he decided to read his latest favorite book again. He wasn't bored of it yet.

Eventually, he got too mad to contain his anger again, he really hated that.

They were too happy in the book. Satan was never that happy. Not even with Asmo that day.

He left his room, anger throwing him into a fit of rage.

He didn't try to be like this. He didn't.

But, Lucifer never cared about that. Lucifer was still upset.

Asmo played innocent, acting like it was a simple mistake.

Asmo was never allowed to chain him up again.

The chains were extra tight the next time.

And when they began to hurt, he cried.

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