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diodellet · 1 year

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alone time (simeon x gn!reader)

i finally got simeon's first memory ssr, his paws 2 UR, but i couldnt scrounge up enough DV to pull for his dia de los muertos UR… honestly who decided to keep giving him UR cards?? content warning for stuff under the cut: -drugging (it's kinda ambiguous aka: this could be read as an accident or intentional, but it's still drugging) -non-consensual somnophilia, non-consensual sex (i mean even if the reader does have feelings for him, they didn't explicitly consent to being touched.) ++lots of foreplay and jealous pining, body worship and praise, some dacryphilia, and morally gray simeon word count 2.2k words minors don't interact

He tells himself that it was a mistake. That he just accidentally grabbed the same herbal tea as that one night when you slept over in Purgatory Hall. But he couldn't just throw out an entire pot of tea, could he?

He had to admit though, seeing you struggle to fight off drowsiness, seeing you blink and rub at your eyes to stay focused on the conversation, seeing you try to—but ultimately fail at—stifling your yawns. It was endearing.

And besides, this kind of tea wasn't a sleeping draught. Nothing at all like the kind that Lucifer would use to treat his chronic insomnia. No, it was a relaxant, making the drinker more aware of their exhaustion, more receptive to the idea of rest and recuperation.

That meant you were more tired than you let on.

"...sorry, Simeon. I—" The enth yawn interrupted your sentence, "—I think I need to rest my eyes..." Moving your empty teacup aside, you propped your elbow up against the armrest, leaning your chin into your palm. But your efforts to stay awake were to no avail, you soon realized. "...On second thought, I didn't realize I was so sleepy..." Your words slowed to a snail's pace, before you fell silent. Your eyes slid shut.

"Just let me put these away for a moment. I'll walk you back," he reassured you with a soft smile gracing his lips.

Your voice came out muffled from how you were resting your head. "...thanks..." you hummed.

He rose from his seat to take the used teacups and teapot to the kitchen area. When he returned, you were still in the same position you fell asleep in. It didn't look comfortable, especially not for your neck.

He took a step closer to you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your shoulder. Noticing the slow rise and fall of your chest, he hesitated before trying to wake you. Should he instead let you rest for a little longer, he wondered.

Well, more than that, he couldn't just leave you lying like that.

He called your name softly, "sorry, let me help you get more comfortable..." Taking a seat next to you, he gently pulled you up into a sitting position. One hand supported your shoulder and the other your midsection. Your back rested against his chest. Your head lolled against him now that you were fully asleep. His hand rose to card his gloved fingers through the unruly locks of your hair, tracing the curve of your ear, following the line of your jaw, then finally coming to stop just shy of your lips—

He laid you out on the sofa, making sure to keep your head propped up against one of the throw pillows. Now that your legs were stretched out, you wouldn't end up painfully sore once you woke up from your nap.

(Or he could have just awoken you normally. Watched you stir back into lucidity, watched you blink up at him with bleary eyes before taking his hand and letting him walk you back to the House of Lamentation. Maybe you would have leaned against him and asked if the both of you could take your time, slowed your stride and let this time together stretch on for as long as it could. You hardly ever took the initiative to be upfront with him, always a little shaky or anxious when in his company.)

Despite your shy and reserved nature, he could remember multiple times where you've shown that you were anything but that: a time when he wasn't sure if you had changed your cologne or your soap. When asked about it, you hid a sheepish expression behind your hand and said it was a gift from Asmodeus. There were several times where you've shared granola bars, sandwiches (that he made for you), crackers, sweets (made by Luke) all sorts of snacks with Beelzebub and Belphegor. There were plenty of times where Mammon and Lucifer got to have you to themselves, easily calling you to their side or making plans with you out of the blue. Even when it came to mundane conversation, you would always bring up book recommendations from Satan or mention something from a TV series that Leviathan's been following.

Rarely ever did he get to see you like this. He always made sure to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two. He had seen the way the demon brothers would glare anyone who stepped too close to you, who put themselves too far into your personal bubble. But for some...unknown—maybe, divine or even mystical—reason, the both of you would find yourselves together like this. Close to each other with no demon brothers, nor that sorcerer, and especially not that young angel around to interrupt. Now was the perfect chance for him to leave his own mark on you, wasn't it?

A small groan escaped your lips and your brows furrowed, disturbing the peaceful expression on your features. Simeon stiffened, his hold tightening on you for a fraction of a second. He should stop, he should stop doing this right now—

His breath hitched. "A-ah...sorry I—"

You shifted, almost nuzzling against him. Through the thin barrier of your clothes, the heat from your body felt like a brand against his skin and yet he didn't want to let go of you. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, mapping out the soft flesh of your midriff, rising higher to splay his fingers over where your heart was. He could feel his pulse thumping wildly in his chest, while your own was steady.

"...Mm...Belphie... too hot..." you mumbled, pulling away. Or well, you would have, if you weren't caged in Simeon's arms.

His earlier alarm morphed into something uglier. Something more twisted, something downright possessive.

That wasn't right. You were supposed to be calling his name.

His hand cupped your chest, he marveled at how it fit into his palm. His fingers stroked and teased your nipple erect. Gently tugging at it and rolling it between the digits. Simeon gauged your expression, how your jaw tightened and your body tensed up. A shuddering moan escaped your lips, but you remained unconscious. How he wanted to map out every inch of your skin, to worship your body with his hands and mouth.

Maybe you weren't completely unconscious, your body was aware of these sensations and it was reacting to him, to his touch. Welcoming him.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent once again.

His pants grew tight, he couldn't ignore his building arousal anymore. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he pressed his lips to your sternum, the base of your ribcage, slowly rising to wrap his lips around your nipple and laving it with his tongue. His other hand doesn't stop toying with the other nub. From his ministrations, your breathing quickened and your cheeks flushed, the color spreading down to your neck.

He needed to stop now before it got too much, before you woke up but—

You were pushing against him for more, rutting your hips against him.

He pulled away and released the nub, now shiny with spit and red from stimulation. One of your hands is fisted in the fabric of the sofa cushions. Your expression has given way to a small frown. But the most important thing was that you were still unconscious.

God, he wanted more of you. He couldn't just stop now.

The exhale that escaped his lips did little to relieve his rising guilt. And furthermore in spite of that, he was painfully hard. He unbuttoned his pants and moved to free his cock before stopping in his tracks. His gloves—he clumsily yanked them off and tossed them in the direction of the coffee table. Now without the barrier of the fabric separating him from you, the contact of his bare skin against you set his nerves alight. He pressed his palm against your stomach, digging his fingers in and soaking up every bit of warmth radiating from your skin.

His other hand wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down. he bit back a groan at the welcome friction. His pace quickened, his arousal spilled onto the skin just below your navel.

What would it feel like inside you? He doubted you would feel anything less than divine around him. If you were awake, what kind of expression would you be making right now? Would you be staring at him or would you be peeking at him through the gaps of your fingers? Or were you the more impatient type, equally desperate to touch him while whining for more?

Either way, the sight of you under him was breathtaking. You were breathtaking.

"...hm...?" Simeon froze at the sound of the questioning hum that left your lips. His clean hand slapped over his mouth, did he say that last part aloud? His body continued to betray his baser instincts despite his mortification. The tip of his cock continued to leak, creating a small pool of arousal on your skin.

His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited to see if you continued to stir. When you didn't, before his guilt could fully stop him—

He already pulled your pants down and lined his cock up to your entrance. A hushed litany of apologies spilled from his lips, but he couldn't make do with just his hand. But he wouldn't penetrate you fully, no, he didn't want to hurt you, he just...

...needed a little more.

He couldn't hold back the low moan that rumbled from his chest as he pushed into your entrance. Your walls, albeit relaxed, still clenched tightly around him. One of his hands settled onto your waist and the other braced against the spot beside your head. Puffs of your breath met the skin of his inner wrist, warm and steady, occasionally hitching as he brushed against—what he presumed to be—your sensitive spots. His gaze lowered to where the two of you were connected.

Mesmerized, he wondered if you could fit more of him.

"Ngh..." A quiet curse left his lips. The thought was too lewd to imagine, he paused and let the spike of arousal pass before he continued to slide into you. When at least less than half of his cock was inside you, he would pull out and repeat the process again. Gentle, careful, methodical, in spite of his growing impatience. With slow and shallow thrusts, he was eventually met with little resistance.

You were doing so well, opening up for him while continuing to suck him back into your warmth. Quiet praises mixed with moans escaped from him. He moved to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face to gaze at your expression. Could you come just from this? Was there a chance of you both being able to come together like this?

You stirred at the touch, his hand moved to your cheek and he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip—

Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked up at him. "Huh... Simeon...?"

Drawn out of his languor, he yanked his hand away as if burned. "Ah...this...this isn't what it looks like—" His sentences were fragmented. Scattered. Disjointed.

You moved to sit up before you froze, slowly becoming aware of the sensation beneath your hips. "W-what's...happeni—" Your words cut off with a gasp. You tightened even more around his cock. His fingers dug into your waist, leaving marks.

Try as he might, he couldn't respond. His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden overwhelming tightness that engulfed him. He couldn't stop from sinking deeper into you.

You pushed at his shoulder, limbs still heavy with sleep. "Wait...s-stop...!" Your breathing hitched for a second time. "Simeon...please stop—" Your words tapered off into a pained whine as his dick brushed against your inner walls. Your hand clutched at his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

Lethargy still clung to you. The gesture didn't hurt a single bit, only leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints.

The desperate note in your words brought him to meet your gaze. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. His hand came up to brush them away before pushing you back down against the sofa. He briefly pulled out of you, he was close—so close to coming. "I'm sorry, please bear with me..." His lips brushed against the pulse point of your inner wrist in an apologetic gesture.

Your eyes widened in realization and you shook your head. "N-no, it won't fit, it won't fit—" You squirmed in his hold. "Please don't, please—I promise I won't tell anyone about this..." Your voice grew thick, more tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as his hand slid down your waist to hook against the back of your knee, curling your leg around his waist. The tip of his dick rubbed against your hole, making you reflexively twitch at the sensation.

He leaned closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "It'll feel good, I promise," he reassured you gently before lacing your fingers together with his.

confession: as I was writing the fuckening part... unholy suddenly came on. is it a coincidence or--

#obey me simeon #tw drugging #tw noncon #tw somnophilia #obey me smut #dead dove do not read #dellet-writings #ito ang pangmanifest ko para umuwi siya sakin #ISTG IF HE APPEARS IN THE NEXT NIGHTMARE #Or if this doesnt work.... expect a pegging fic #mdni

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mageofseven · 1 year

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hey!!! I love your work so so much╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ is the Simeon pregnancy and birth story in the works bc I would love to know what happens <3

It is now! I've been trying to give this a lot of thought, about how to approach this story properly. I've had what what feels like a good idea for a while now, but is has needed some fine tuning to even make it possible.

Also, just a heads up that this is probably one of the longer posts I've written. Whether that is to the story's betterment or detriment though, I'll let you decide.

Oh! And DiaLuci shippers will be very happy with a couple scenes in here 🥰

But anyway! On with the story~

Brothers | Diavolo & Barbatos | Solomon

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Honestly, this man was scared; Simeon somehow knocking up MC is shattering everything the couple worked for after all.

He wasn't even sure how this could have happened. It was a general belief held by all angels that procreation was not something they had the biological ability to do; not that any of them tried, mind you.

Honestly, Simeon is probably the first angel to even participate in the lovemaking act in the last dozen millennia at least.

Despite his own confusion, how it happened no longer matters.

What does matter is that he protects his Feather and their child no matter what.

The angel spent the next few hours with his girlfriend, holding them close and assuring her that everything will be alright.

When the school day was over, the couple slipped out of HoL before any of the brothers could return and headed over to the castle.

With the existence of their child, secrecy will no longer help them.

All the two could do was plead for help from the one man who possibly could: Lord Diavolo.

Once at the castle, the couple told Barbatos that they had something urgent to speak with the prince about.

Raising an eyebrow, the butler led the couple to Diavolo's office

Where Lucifer also was.

"My lord, these two insisted they had some important business with you."

Eye brows raised, the prince invited the couple inside.

"Welcome. What is it that I can do for you two?"

MC squeezed her boyfriend's hand.

It was one thing to tell Diavolo, but Lucifer???

This is basically the equivalent of telling your big brother 'Oh by the way, I'm dating someone you won't approve of. Oh and he knocked me up. Oh and your Father may or may not try to kill us, ya know, the same way he wanted to with your sister'

The human avoided the pride demon's gaze, which tried very hard to meet her own.

"Diavolo, something...big has occurred and I very concerned for my...for MC's safety."

Lucifer strode over to MC and put his hands against the side of her arms.

"What happened? Are you okay?" The man anxiously eyed and turned the human, searching for any physically sign that they are unwell. "You look unharmed. Is this about your illness this morning?"

The woman's tears, which she had been holding in, finally fell. She threw her arms around the around the very confused and concerned pride demon. Luce awkwardly rested his arms around the human and held her close.

"I'm sorry..." She mumbled into his chest.

All MC could think about was how she was just making things harder for Luce and his brothers by...well, essentially following in Lilith's footsteps, but taking it even farther.

"This definitely seems concerning." The prince approached the group. "Can you explain what endangers MC?"

With a heavy heart, Simeon explained to the other men how he and MC have been in a secret relationship and how he somehow has knocked her up.

Both the Avatar of Pride and the prince knew well about the Celestial laws prohibiting such relationships; it was such laws that brought Lucifer to Diavolo after all.

"That's impossible." Lucifer stared in anger and disbelief. "Angels cannot even--"

"That not true." Diavolo interrupted his friend. "Your Father wants you to believe angels cannot procreate so He can control the population; we demons have records from back in the Primordial era mentioning that not only did angels reproduce, they did so at a far greater rate than us demons."

Such records were stored in the castle and have been protected by the royal family since the beginning of time. If anyone would know their contents and the truths within them, it would be Diavolo.

Silence fell on the room. This, especially for the angel and ex angel, was a mind-scrambling realization. It's like finding out those weird flat-earthers were right and that the earth wasn't round.

It's never easy when knowledge you thought was so obvious and fundamental turns out to be wrong.

Lucifer shook his head, as if he was trying to shake all of the confusion out of himself.

"Diavolo, we need to get MC checked out." He told his friend, worried the woman.

"Alright." The prince looked to Barbatos. "Send for the royal physician to give MC and her child a health check. She can use one of the rooms down the hall to wait for him."

"Yes, my lord--"

"No! No, I'm fine." MC interrupted the butler.

"My Feather," Simeon looked to his girlfriend, using the endearment around others for the first time since they've started dating. "It will be fine. You should let the doctor check on you both."

It was still just the beginning of the pregnancy, but considering how rare and unusually this pregnancy was as well as how delicate MC was because of her humanity, it was best to keep a close watch on her health.

After some encouragement from her boyfriend, MC left the room with Barbatos, leaving the angel with the prince and a very angry Lucifer.

"You are a hypocrite." Lucifer told the angel as soon as MC left the room.

"Lucifer--" Dia tried to calm his friend, but the pride demon ignored him.

"When it was Lilith who made this this choice, you never came to her rescue. She was your friend, and you did nothing when Father wanted to kill her. Now that it's you whose made the mistake, you're asking to be saved?"

Simeon cringed at the demon's words.

"You...you are right." Simeon agreed. "I am hypocrite. I didn't truly understand back then...but now I do all too well and I refuse to let MC and our child suffer for my own weakness."

"No one will be suffering." Dia interrupted the two men. "I will do what I can to help you and MC."

"Diavolo, don't underestimate how strongly my Father enforces such laws." Lucifer told his friend.

"I assure you, Lucifer, that I am not." The prince said seriously. "Honestly, I expected a day like this would come, though not necessarily this soon."

With peace, love can sprout and that was a very beautiful thing to the prince. He always knew--or at least hoped--love could grow between the three races.

He didn't necessarily know such love would have grown between Simeon and MC, but it didn't matter. What's done is done and now this man has to weather the danger of inter-realm politics to keep them safe.

"Can I assume that you have some sort of a plan for this then?" Lucifer asked his friend.

"Nothing too grand at the moment." The redhead frowned. "Right now, the best way to salvage this is to send word to Michael of this occurrence and have him tell your Father."

Lucifer stared at the man, looking almost offended by his words.

"Diavolo, this is the very last thing my Father should know."

"But if we try keeping this from Him, it will only anger Him further. At least by being the ones to tell him, we can preserve some degree of trust and therefore, some degree of sway over the situation."

"And if that doesn't work? Are you just going to hand MC over to Him for the sake of peace?"

The prince winced, causing the pride demon to regret his words.

"I apologize...I know you wouldn't do that."

"It's alright, my friend." Diavolo gave him a forgiving smile. "After all these years, I know quite well about how protective you are over your family."

With that, the prince turned to Simeon.

"Rest assured that I will do what's in my power to protect you three."

"Thank you, Diavolo." The angel bowed his head to him. "I know you will."

And with that, they said farewell to the man before he left to join MC.

The door clicks close, leaving just the two men.

Lucifer gave a heavy sigh as he sat in the nearest chair, head in his hands.

"I should have known." The pride demon said. "If I had just known, I could have prevented all of this..."

"Do you really think MC would have listened if you told her stay away from him?" The redhead asked.

The other man shook his head.

"No, probably not." He relented. "She's...too much like Lilith in this way."

Lucifer was just worried for MC. He felt like history was repeating itself, except Diavolo might not be able to save her like he did Lilith.

The prince knelt by the chair and took his 'friend's' gloved hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.

"Do you trust me?" He asked softly.

"It's not about trust..." The pride demon shook his head. "It's about knowing what Father is capable of."

"And what about what I'm capable of?"

"Diavolo--"

The prince leaned in close.

"I won't let anything happen to her." He whispered.

The two men's eyes locked onto one another as Lucifer leaned in as well, lips meeting for a kiss.

No matter how afraid he was for MC, Lucifer had to trust that Dia will get her out of this, that she and her child will safe from his Father.

In truth, he cared little about what happens to Simeon because of all of this; still, he preferred for the angel to come out unscathed for MC's sake.

Down the hall with MC and Simeon

The two had just finished the appointment with the doctor.

They had thanked him for his time and watched Barbatos escort him.

MC hid herself in her boyfriend's arms. Simeon held her close and stroked her hair.

"My Feather, it will be okay." He cajoled.

MC shook her head.

"How? How could this ever be okay..." She sobbed. "You heard the doctor."

The angel closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face.

The news from the doctor...was difficult for the couple, to say the least and even Simeon was at a lost on just how to solve it.

Their baby...was having trouble developing and it would only get worse as the pregnancy progress. Or potentially not progress.

All babies need magical energy to develop their souls; too little magical energy and it halts its physical development as well.

There are two types of magical energy--dark and light.

Demons are made almost purely of dark magical energy, though can carry sprinkles of light within them too. Angels are the same, but flipped; mainly composed of light energy with bits of dark.

Humans were different; they were the only beings to evenly carry both energies within them.

Their child was a celestial being. Though they had barely developed yet, the doctor could tell that they will take after Simeon in this regard.

Because of this, their baby needs an extreme amount of light energy to grow...which is why it can't grow.

The couple was in the Devildom, surrounded by dark magical energy, the very opposite of what their child needed.

At this rate, their child could do nothing but siphon the light energy from its mother and what residual energy of his own that gets soaked up from being close to MC

Which will be an extremely exhausting and somewhat dangerous experience for the woman.

If the couple can't find a solution to their issue then MC will be stuck being pregnant till she's in her 50s and that's if she doesn't miscarry during the wait.

The doctor said he'd have to confer with Lord Diavolo first, but believes that light magic treatments could be beneficial for her and the baby, though it's merely a theory at this point; after all, a celestial baby in the Devildom? It's not something that's ever happen here before.

In truth, Simeon was just as scared as MC was; the man just felt so powerless to help his Lamb and his child and he knew they were in over their heads.

The angel let a tear slide down his cheek as he held his girlfriend tight.

Later in MC's third month

Simeon never left his Feather's side, to the point where he was unofficially living in House of Lamentation with MC and the brothers.

Not a day went by without a scowl or mean word from one of the brothers; Simeon couldn't blame them.

In their minds, he had ruined MC's life, maybe even became the reason why her life might end.

So far, no word was heard from the Celestial realm.

Diavolo sent word to Michael just as he said he would. The archangel received the letter and sent one back, simply thanking the prince for the information and saying he would pass the news over to his Father.

Nothing has happened since then and it made all involved uneasy.

Lucifer especially felt like his Father was planning something, but all any of them could do for now is wait and see how things play out.

MC had been going through light magic treatments all these months to little success; her belly had only developed the slightest pouch to it.

This was upsetting to the woman, but her boyfriend would smile at her and remind her that it was progress; bigger progress than MC can see right now. It was slow, yes, but if her body kept this up, their child could be ready to be born within the next couple years instead of the next couple decades

...Which still wasn't ideal, but was much better.

In truth, the angel just wanted to keep his Feather's spirits up.

MC has been in a bad depression since they discovered the issue with their child's growth; Simeon wasn't feeling any better than her, but was determined to try to make her happier.

That's when it happened.

One day, Diavolo made an impromptu visit to House of Lamentation.

When Simeon and MC greeted the prince, they could sense that something was...off with him; he was too composed.

That's when Lucifer came into the room and the two men stared at each other wordlessly. You could practically see the pride demon's eyes darkening before nodding.

"Let's talk in my study." He told the redhead.

And so the two retreated to Lucifer's study.

Whatever they talked about was apparently a rather loud conversation.

The study was just off of the library and Satan said he was having trouble concentrating on his books because of the yelling he heard from within. He wasn't able to make out what being said since the door muffled their voices.

Eventually, the oldest sent Satan to bring the couple to his office

Where they found Lucifer at his desk, slouched forward with his head in his hands, and Diavolo with a heavy look on his face.

"Luce?" The woman abandoned her boyfriend in the doorway and rushed to his side.

The man lowered one of his hands and stared up at her with his dark, red tinted eyes. He reached out with a gloved hand and took her own in his.

"I...I will respect whatever choice you make." He said tiredly. "I want to protect you, but that doesn't mean I can control you."

"What...what do you mean?" She asked him, but was answered by Diavolo instead.

"There has been a development that I'd like to hear both your thoughts on."

"Is this about Father?" Simeon stepped deeper into the room.

"Yes." The redhead nodded. "I received a new letter; not from Michael, but from your Father."

Simeon's blood ran cold. That statement alone showed how important the prince's next words were gonna be.

"He...well, he seems to be aware of your child's development issues," Dia explained. "And has invited both of you to stay in the Celestial realm for duration of the pregnancy for the sake of the child's health."

A heavy silence filled the room.

This offer...it practically screamed trap. Without saying so aloud, it was obvious that everyone in attendance thought so.

The angel found it too good to true, having a solution to their problem being dangled in front of them.

Not to mention that this just didn't sound like his Father. Him, helping the descendant of one of His children who escaped his grasp and the son who broke one of the most fundamental Celestial laws while also proving that He's lied to His children by showing that Simeon himself can procreate.

His Father has taken a major blow to his ego...still, if Lucifer didn't think this offer could be genuine then he wouldn't risk letting MC make the decision for herself.

MC looked at each of the men in the room, as if begging one of them to give her some direction in all of this.

Seeing her get overwhelmed, Simeon stepped towards her and pulled her into an embrace.

"What do we do?"

The angel stroked her hair.

"I...I am unsure, my Feather." He said softly before glancing towards Diavolo. "We need time to discuss this."

"Of course." The prince nodded to them. "Take as much time as you need."

The couple left the room to discuss it over in private, leaving the two men alone

"Lucifer..." Diavolo turned to him.

The pride demon sighed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that..."

The prince shook his head.

"You couldn't help it." He approached the man, who ended up taking his hands and pulling the prince onto his lap.

Dia brought both of his hands to cradle his 'friend's'...no, his love's face.

"I know you're afraid, my Light."

"I'm not just afraid." Lucifer scowled. "I'm angry at the thought that this might be trap of His.

"Well try not to get too angry," The prince joked. "Or you might have another child of your own."

The pride demon's scowl deepened.

"That's not funny."

Dia gave a soft smile before leaning in and kissing him on the forehead.

"Don't worry; if they choose to go to the Celestial realm and it ends being a trap then we'll save them." He assured the other man. "I won't let your Father hurt MC."

Lucifer relaxed a bit.

"I know..."

"But I must say..." The prince leaned in to whisper into the other demon's ear. "If you did get upset enough to have another child, I'd take care of both of you."

The pride demon's face filled with red, blushing at the other man's words.

After discussing it between themselves in the library, the couple knocked on the door and rejoined the two men in the study, who split away from each other during the knock.

"We...we decided to go to the Celestial realm." MC told the two demons, a heavy expression on her face.

Lucifer got up from his chair and approached the human. She purposely avoided his gaze until the pride demon laid his hand on her cheek and gently turned her to face him.

"I understand why you have to do this," He told her. "But don't forget to call me if anything go wrong or if you feel unsafe, alright?"

Tears filling her eyes, the woman nodded before Lucifer pulled her into a hug.

Simeon watched the scene before him, a sad smile coming to his face. Even if the other man hates him, the angel was so very grateful that his Lamb had someone else in her life who loved her so dearly.

A couple days later

Diavolo had sent the message back to the Celestial realm, announcing that Simeon and MC had accepted the offer from the godhead. The Celestial realm needed a couple days to get set up on their end and unlock access to part of their domain to the couple

But it wasn't just MC and Simeon leaving; Luke was coming with them. After all, the older angel was the child's guardian here in the Devildom so if he wasn't here then Luke couldn't be either.

"But it's the middle of the school year! Why do we have to leave?"

"It's better for our baby's health if we're in the Celestial realm." Simeon explained to the child.

"But why do I have to go? Can't I stay with Solomon?"

In truth, the man would have no issues with this. Solomon had been talking care of the small angel for the most part these last couple months while Simeon focused on MC; if it were up to him, he'd have no trouble leaving Luke with their shared friend.

Sadly, the older angel had no say; it was written in the directions sent from the Celestial realm to bring the boy home with them.

All three of them were teleport to the Celestial realm

...but only two seemed to have made it there.

On a large cloud with a house on it, far away from the Celestial mainland.

The woman was panicking when they got to their destination and found Luke no where to be found.

Simeon brought her close and calmed his Lamb as he looked around at where they were teleported.

The man had never seen this patch of the Celestial realm before, but if he had to hazard a guess, he'd say it was created solely for their arrival.

The angel reached out to the edge of the cloud only for his hand to be met with an invisible barrier.

Everything about where they were was created intentionally.

Simeon explained this to MC while also letting her know that Luke's disappearance was probably intentional too.

Luke was probably on the mainland and, in fairness, better off then they are right now.

"I-I can't do this." MC pulled out her D.D.D. "I'm calling Lucifer."

But her phone didn't work; this place seemed to be designed to block their signal.

With no way to teleport back, the couple was stuck on this cloud island alone

And everything about this island felt so...off to the angel.

With MC's arms around him, the two approached the small, but cozy cottage waiting for them.

The front door led into a quaint kitchen filled with marble counter tops and every appliance they might need to cook with.

To the right was a pantry, bigger than MC's room at HoL and filled to the brim with food, both human and Celestial.

The human took a can off the shelf and another instantly took it's place.

"How long do they expect us to be here?" MC asked, eyes wide.

Not wanting his girlfriend to think too much about it, the man guided her out of the pantry and out into the living space.

It was a simple room with some comfortable looking chairs and a nice long couch covered in soft decorative pillows.

Separated only by a room divider was their bed, a rather spacious one at that, and at its end sat a soft peach colored crib with angel wings engraved on it.

If it wasn't for how they got here, the couple would have saw this as a nice place to stay.

It was then that the angel started to notice all of the sparkles in the air, a sign of heavy magic in place.

This wasn't too surprising to the man though. Such sparkles were a common sight in the Celestial realm because of it's heavy use of watchful magick, basically a surveillance-type magick.

In the Celestial realm, the phrase "Big Brother is watching" rings all too true.

Still, it was more than that spell in the air, he could sense it.

Suddenly, a gentle humming sound filled the house and the woman was doubled over in pain.

"My Feather?!?"

Simeon led his girlfriend to the couch to prevent her from falling to floor.

That when he saw it-- her stomach was being forcibly expanded out.

The human screamed at the top of her lungs and sobbed; all the helpless man could do was hold her close and watch it happen.

Eventually, the humming in the room in the room stopped and so did the expansion of her belly.

Despite being three months along, the woman came her with little to no belly. Now, her belly was all red and stretched to look five, maybe six months along.

Trying to catch her breath through her tears, MC clung to her boyfriend as he whispered comfort to her.

Simeon knew something was wrong with this place; it wasn't just the watchful magick, it was--what was that?

The only thing that could make MC's belly grow like that was if their baby was suddenly absorbing a lot of light energy.

That's what the humming was about! They were pushing a heavy amount of light magick into the room!

Why though? Why are they trying to rush their child's development? Was this the couple's punishment or was this some cruel experiment of his Father's?

The angel wasn't sure and honestly, he hated himself for not knowing why this was happening or having any way to get MC out of it.

After such a horrible experience, the woman was exhausted. Simeon carried her over to the bed to rest while he started cooking dinner for her.

When the human woke up from her nap, she felt like she was starving and in fairness, the sudden growth of their child probably took a lot of energy and nutrition from her.

Eventually, night fell or rather, what counts as night in the Celestial realm. The brightness of the day dimmed and the pastel colored stars revealed themself in the sky.

The two sat on the porch and stared up at the sky.

There was once a time that Simeon wished he could show her these very stars...

"Though... I wish I could show you the night sky of the Celestial realm some day." He added.

"I mean... can you?" She asked, not breaking her line of sight from the sky.

Simeon frowned.

"No... I don't think it'd be worth the risk." The angel answered reluctantly. "I'd rather you not be anywhere near the Celestial realm ever again."

"Oh..." MC lowered her head. "Well, what's it like then? The Celestial night sky?"

Simeon paused a minute, letting himself collect his words.

"It's... here in the Devildom, the days give just enough light to navigate the world, but the night is as dark as the void." He began. "In the Celestial realm, everything is bright and uplifting during the day and the nights don't so much get dark, but rather, the light gets dimmer, more gentle, and the pastel stars are seen through the clouds above."

"You get to live in a world like that?" MC turned her head to meet his eyes. "It sounds so beautiful."

Simeon remembers that night on the roof of House of Lamentation all too well. They stared up at the Devildom sky and talked about the skies from both his realm and hers.

His sky no longer felt beautiful to him. In fact, he wishes he'd never have to see it again. This man would do just about anything to be taken back to that night on the roof with his Feather.

But the two of them may never get to see that sky again.

"This isn't how I wanted to see the sky with you..." MC whispered, eyes on the sky. "But I'm glad I get to see your home's stars with you."

The angel smiled. It seemed she was recalling the same memory.

Her words comforted her boyfriend. What mattered wasn't what sky they were under, but that they were under it together.

He guessed that when you break it all down, that was the silverlining to it all; that they were still together.

When the two went to bed that night, MC laid against his chest and Simeon held her close, laying his hand over her belly, just like that day in her room when he discovered that the faint presence that he felt within her was his child.

Two weeks after they arrived.

MC had a second growth spurt by the end of the first week, more painful than the last

And it left her looking overdue. Her skin was so stretched out that the man could only pray that it wouldn't grow anymore because surely her belly couldn't take much more of it.

For a week, this woman was painfully heavy and back ached so much. It seemed like her boyfriend was stuck in a constant cycle of massaging her back and feet, cooking her meals, and helping her get to the bathroom

And he didn't complain one bit, not even in his mind, because the angel was just so grateful that he could do something, anything for his Lamb.

At the end of that second week, the humming went through the house again.

No no no! Surely she can't survive being stretched anymore!

Simeon ran from the kitchen to the living space, hearing his Feather scream in agony.

When he got there, he saw the couch drenched in some liquid and MC arching her back in pain.

She wasn't growing; her water broke. She was in labor!

The humming was still going when he brought her to the bed. The contractions were coming in continuous waves.

This was not a normal labor for a human. Human labor is more gradual, contraction come in waves that come after a handle full minutes and time between them slowly dwindles until it's time to push.

That hum, which used to force their child to grow, was now trying to force them out of their mother at an intensity that her body was not equipped for.

Simeon couldn't handle it anymore.

"That's enough!" He screamed into the air. "Michael, you'll kill her. Please, you have to stop!"

Because this man knew it was Michael watching them via the watchful spell. He knew it was him that was controlling the humming that has been torturing his beloved. There's no one else their Father would trust with a job like this.

Suddenly, the humming stopped. The angel breathed a sigh of relief and kissed his girlfriend on top of her head.

With her water broken, the labor was unavoidable, but at least now MC's body could go at it's own pace.

Five hours went by before the woman birthed their child.

Crying filled the room. The couple was so grateful to hear crying that wasn't MC's own.

Their child was so beautiful, but also so very different than the man expected.

For one, the baby already had white, fluffy wings; angels generally don't get their wings till they've matured. Not even Luke has his wings, yet here they are on this baby.

Second, the man couldn't even tell what gender his child was; the area below seemed to have parts of both male and female, some more developed than others.

The couple didn't care though. Their baby was here and alive and that's all that matters to them. Someday, their child with grow up enough to tell their parents how they identify, but for now, none of it mattered to the parents.

Simeon got his child all cleaned up and wrapped in a peach baby blanket he found in one of drawers.

He gently lowered the swaddled baby into their mother's arms.

Both parents cried happy tears.

After everything that was going on, the couple never really stopped to think about names for their child before.

After talking about it for a while, the two agreed on the name Kyne.

The middle of the night.

All of a sudden, an alarm went off, waking the couple and their baby from their sleep.

Foot steps were heard outside the house.

Simeon jumped out bed and stood between those he loved and the footsteps.

It turns out the footsteps belonged to Luke.

"Guys!"

The older angel rushed to the boy and hugged him tight.

Apparently when they got separated, the boy was told by Michael that he wasn't allowed to talk about MC and Simeon to the other angels nor could he see them for a while. The little boy was so confused and couldn't accept the fact that the couple was someone where he couldn't go.

Michael was gone a lot during these last two weeks as well and the boy wanted answers.

Eventually, he figured out how to get into Michael's home without him knowing to look for clues and found a strange book on a table.

When he opened it, he saw Simeon and MC! Luke touched the page and suddenly he was here.

Though the smaller angel didn't know it, Simeon himself now learned that Michael had his watchful spell linked to that book and that's how the archangel kept on eye on them.

What that didn't explain was why there was an alarm blaring in their home.

That's when something occurred to the man and he quickly helped his girlfriend out of bed and picked up their baby from the crib before the four rushed outside to the edge of the cloud.

The barrier was down. He could fly them back down to the Devildom now.

With the alarm suggesting they have little time, the man led everyone into position. He changed to his angelic form to release his wings before picking up MC bridal style, who currently held their child, and had Luke sit on MC's legs and hold onto him tight.

It was not the most comfortable situation, but the four made due and Simeon jumped them off the cloud.

They all made it back to the Devildom safely. The Brothers crowded around the human to make sure she was ok.

The man had no clue what was going to happen next, what his Father would do now that they've escaped or what sort of political consequences will follow between the Devildom and the Celestial realm because of all of this

But they were home. MC and their child was safe.

For now, that's all that mattered.

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