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(1) Two Tsun-deres and a Yan-

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I must begin with a formal apology to Asmo stans and Levi stans - Asmo is in the Horny Bin(tm) because I’m incapable of doing his surprisingly complex character justice, and vore brain latched onto “make Levi the yandere source of conflict” despite all my protests. Going to be posting one chapter every week or two.

Soft safe clean g/t vore, initial vore accidentally implied by pred going to be fatal due to poor word choice

Branches from the main plot of Ob//ey M//e! during Lesson 4-6 as Levi canonically states he’d been intending to eat MC up until a minute ago. Written from the viewpoint of my MC as a character study of sorts for the bois.

1,2,3,4,5

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Trying to ignore her still-twinging wrist - when she'd attempted to lighten the mood by joking that she could order Mammon to wrap her wrist better he'd just glowered back and gave the bandage a sharp tug - Emma fought to keep a grin off her face. She didn't want Levi to think she was gloating. While it was arguably a draw, she'd successfully managed to get the Avatar of Envy to wig out, which meant she'd won. Now he'd have to make a pact with her so she could get that exclusive TSL soundtrack from him, and then...

And then she could go upstairs to the attic, to find out whoever was calling, whatever was pulling her there. No, that was why she was grinning. Reaching to open the door, Emma paused and switched hands. Stupid sprained wrist. Well, that’s what one gets for choosing to deliberately piss off a demon.

"So, do you know why I called you here?", Leviathan asked when she met him in the middle of the planetarium.

Several responses came to mind - ranging from cocky to demeaning - but Emma went with a friendly smile, an extended hand, and a, "Let's patch things up between us."

Ignoring the outstretched hand, he threw back his head and laughed, jostling the colorful Heats™ headphones around his neck. “In order to patch things up we would’ve had to have been on good terms to begin with, wouldn’t we?”

Ooh, harsh. Emma was fairly certain that a normal person would consider the favor she’d done him as some degree of ‘on good terms’, but given that Levi was both otaku and demon... It simultaneously confused and annoyed the woman, how some of humanity’s cultural norms were identical to those found in the Devildom, while others would be met with statements like ‘I am a demon after all’; simply infuriating, as she could never tell which category any given circumstance would fall into.

Shrugging, she made a vague gesture with her hand before stuffing it casually into a pocket as if she hadn't noticed the refusal. “If you didn’t call me here to smooth things over, then what?” Maybe it was just due to being an otaku... “If you wanted to rant some more about how I’m not a ‘true’ TSL fan, you could’a done that over the phone.” And Emma would have listened to - or read - it, feeling like she owed it to him for cheating.

"No," he said with an unfriendly smirk, "if I took you out of the picture by eating you, that would leave me as the sole king of all TSL mega fans, right?"

She could feel her pulse throbbing in her veins, loud in her ears, and Emma desperately hoped it wasn't noticeable to him. Several of the brothers had warned her of the many different dangers from demons in the Devildom - trying to collect 'pretty' souls, killing her, demanding her soul as payment in a pact, even potentially eating her - and though she'd overheard casual comments about them doing exactly that, it was Beel and Mammon who had been the brothers threatening to eat her, while the danger from Levi had been merely him losing control and just outright killing her.

Which, now that she thought about it, the Avatar of Envy almost had. Even though she'd asked the next-older to help her - ‘run or die’ weren’t the only options after all, now that she had a pact with the second-most powerful of the Avatar brothers - he’d managed to slip and it had taken the oldest of all the brothers - who, ironically, she was attempting to bypass with this stunt - to prevent the demon from killing her.

Maybe I should run, Emma realized belatedly. She'd closed - but not locked - the door and so all she had to do was get out the door and even if he pursued her Levi would be spotted and she'd be s-

Emma yelped as she sprawled out on the floor. What the hell had she tripped over? She’d chosen a path without chair, coffee table, or even ottoman, and the public areas were kept tidy as a general rule. She managed to roll herself over, staring in confusion at her ankles. Correction: at what was wrapped around her ankles. Some kind of scaly lasso?

But then it moved in a decidedly unropelike fashion and the human realized what it was - the tail of Levi's demon form. But why does it look so bi- Oh, shit.

He wasn't very big, she was just very small. Well, he was still kind of bigger than normal, due to being in his demon form again, but that difference was relatively minor at present. The tail lifted her into the air and, with a graceful little flip, held her upright by winding around her waist.

"The hell are you doing? Lucifer told you to 'calm down'!" Emma wasn't about to try pulling at the coiled tail; if she came loose she would fall and at the current - relative - height would seriously injure herself, if not kill her outright. Seems she'd just have to try talking her way out of this.

"I am calm," Levi smirked, "calm enough to see that I'm the boss level on your quest to make a pact with me."

"This isn't a game, Leviathan!" Emma scolded, trying not to appear afraid.

"I don't see it that way," he purred, bringing her closer to his face. “You actually thought you could defeat a boss with a simple trivia contest? LMAO. You see," the demon continued, "making a pact with Mammon was just a short fetch quest in the tutorial that rewards you with a goofy sidekick. Even though he's my older brother, he's still not as tricky as me."

Still carrying the tiny human, he walked over to the door and locked it. “And don’t think about trying to call for my brother; summons are disabled for this boss fight.”

Wait, that was an option? Emma hadn’t thought about it, because Mammon was certainly out of earshot and she’d dropped her phone when Levi tripped her, or when she was shrunk. Either or.

“Some TSL fan you were, only paying attention for trivia," he scolded, "The overall story is an object lesson about the dangers of pride. I told you, ‘If you lose you might never make it back to the human world alive.’ You didn’t ‘lose’, but you did have Asmo toggle the difficulty level for your questions. You cheated,” Levi smirked darkly, hair beginning to overshadow his eyes, “and some games have clever ways of punishing cheaters.” He flicked his hair out of his face with an annoyed huff, but the dark cast to his eyes didn’t disappear.

“Levi,” Emma tried again, “you c- mmphf!” She pried at the tail covering her mouth, not finding much purchase against the slick scales.

"Ah ah ah," the blue-haired demon trilled, "it's not your turn for dialogue. This," he grinned toothily, “is a ‘Game Over’ cutscene. Even a normie like you should know how those work. I know of at least five video games in the human world that involve the protagonist being swallowed whole, and I’ve beaten them all.” Levi paused, seeming to think something over. "I don't normally deal with humans, as nobody is interested in trying to make a pact with an otaku of a demon like me, so eating them isn't really something I get the chance to do. But maybe I’ll make an exception for you; aren’t you excited?" He grinned widely and slowly began opening his mouth just as wide.

Staring in horror at the gleaming fangs, she tried to scream. Not in fear, but in defiance. No, it couldn’t end like this! Emma was going to make it through the year!

The Avatar of Envy apparently had missed the memo because after the briefest moment of hesitation - Emma didn’t for a second hope that Levi was rethinking this at all, but she did know that from the way his tail was wound around her that unwinding would give her plenty of time to cry for help - he spun her rapidly around and dropped her in his mouth.

"Mammo-!" She had time to scream before Leviathan's jaws closed her off from the outside world. If Emma hadn't been dizzy already, the rough treatment from the demon's tongue would have made her woozy. She swore she could have counted the bumpy taste buds, mentally naming off each smooth, slick, and worryingly solid tooth - shoulder against side incisor, foot against rear molar, ohhh shit forearm between canines! - she collided with as Levi shoved her back and forth, seemingly enjoying humiliating the shrunken human. She tried to tell herself that her lack of resistance was the smart move; even if the monster demon ‘only’ bit off a limb rather than her head, how quickly would she bleed out and die? And that might not even be the worst way to go... All the woman could do was cover her face and pray it would be over soon.

She screamed in anger again, wordlessly this time, as Leviathan's head tilted back and she slid into his throat. Emma had finally gotten over her general fear of the denizens of the Devildom and then this had to go and happen! Her senses overwhelmed her; she couldn’t think; she could barely breathe. Arm twisted awkwardly behind her back, elbow jammed against ribs, wrist angled painfully at her side, his powerful throat muscles squeezed her tightly, preventing her from drawing in enough breath to try calling for help again.

In what felt simultaneously like an eternity and nanosecond later, Emma’s stomach dropped out from under her as she landed in his stomach. There was now room to breathe, which meant there was also now room to panic.

“I had to get you all to myself before Beel could fall to the temptation, or Mammon decide he’s not actually okay with the power imbalance of your pact. Carte blanche pacts are super rare, because a demon'll demand a price few humans are capable of paying, which makes it all the more humiliating for that moron."

His words failed to register, only the tone of voice sinking in. Emma sucked in a deep breath in order to get all the words out at once without the tremble of fear she was nearly consumed by. "If you let me out now, I'll pretend this never happened, okay?" She couldn't restrain the gasp for air and hoped it hadn't been audible, even as she fretted over how much oxygen her hyperventilating was using up. "I'm not even gonna demand you make a pact with me. So," she pounded on the stomach wall with each word, "Spit. Me. Out!"

Leviathan made a small noise of surprise. “Wait a minute, you thought I was serious? LOL,” he chuckled, and the walls around her contracted. “There’s no way for you to earn an extra life, so I’ll give you a ‘continue’ option. You’re in a safe room - for now - so all you gotta do is admit I’m a bigger TSL fan than you and then I’ll make a pact with you. A promise is a promise... and Lucifer would get mad at me if I did eat you for real.”

Wait, wait, wait, did that mean she wasn’t going to die!? He was humming something quietly and it took Emma a moment to place it - the outro theme to TSL. The next words out of her mouth were ones usually reserved for Mammon - “Are you insane!?” - yet the proud Avatar of Greed had not done anything close to this... Yet. Just comments, but he hadn't acted on them, and so they'd become only hollow threats at that point. Given how much hassling he’d gotten from being coerced into a pact - this 'carte blanche' version - Emma could understand it on some level at least.

He laughed, and Emma wasn’t sure if it was a good sign or not that the harsh edge to his tone was gone. “You really don’t understand how outrageous - how offensive - it is for you to claim you are a true TSL fan after only one night! I will not stand for it! You can still watch TSL, but you have to watch it with me, okay? Nobody else!”

Might as well try. Emma herself was proud, yes, but not suicidally so. "I am a fan of TSL, but I wouldn't have gotten right the questions Asmo asked you." She took a deep breath before saying bitterly, "which means you're a bigger fan than I am." Now spit me the hell out!

Leviathan chuckled again, "Good human. I’ll let Mammon know of your fast-travel request, so sit tight."

Was it just nerves or was the goop on her hands starting to make her skin tingle? Emma tried to modulate her breathing to use the remaining oxygen more sparingly. She could hear him recite the words, pledging a pact. It didn't feel any different to her, and Emma wondered again about what exactly being in a pact meant. All she knew how to do was boss a demon around; maybe she'd check the library to better know what questions to ask Solomon.

She was spat out into an oversize - though not 'demon form size' - hand, and felt her stomach churn from the lingering fear and anxiety.

Emma looked up to see the door kicked open, hinges shrieking as it smashed against the wall and bounced back closed with a deafening bang. A white-haired demon stood in front of it, visibly bristling with rage. She didn’t think she’d ever be so relieved to see a Avatar that furious.

"I can't believe you ate my human! That’s not fair!" Mammon stamped his foot, like a petulant child. "I thought you were going to make a pact with her like you promised!"

"I thought you said that was my signature line, ‘it’s so not fair’," Levi smirked, "but don't worry, I did make a pact with her. Not for 'your' human's soul, but I'm not telling you what was in~vol~ved," he practically sang. “You two had time to binge-watch all of TSL; certainly you’ll have plenty of time to research the counterspell. Shouldn’t take you more than a day or two.”

Emma could only look at him pitifully as she dangled from Levi’s hand. There were simply no words for how miserable she felt. An unreadable expression flashed across his face before Mammon plucked her from his brother's hand. She could have sworn she heard him mutter, "Can't let any of the others eat my human," as she was tucked away in his pocket.

Don’t you even think about it. Emma huddled in the jacket behind his hand, not entirely caring where Mammon was going as she tried to slow her racing heart, hardly daring to breathe. To say she was uneasy in her current state was an understatement of massive proportion.

When she was taken back out of his pocket she looked around warily. Okay, she was in Mammon’s room - which was as dirty as ever - standing on his desk. Noticing the worried look on his face, she shook her head slightly and shivered. “I’m fine, just tiny is all.” And a little cold.

The demon looked massively relieved, pulling out a handkerchief and draping it over the human. “Didja catch what spell Levi used?”

Emma frowned, folding and wrapping it around herself like a shawl, grateful for the warmth. “No. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to anything he said after saying he was going to eat me.” Wait a minute... She looked up at him uncertainly, “I was hoping you knew the counterspell.”

“I don’t have every spell memorized; I’ve got more valuable things to do with my time than bury my nose in books like Satan.” Mammon held his hands up helplessly. “He didn’t tell you anything about how to unshrink you?”

She shook her head again. “Nothing other than that ‘research’ comment you heard. Would the library even have something like that?”

“Probably. No, definitely. Alright,” he said confidently, pasting a smile on his face, “all we gotta do is head to the library and read until our eyeballs fall out!”

Easy peasy. Turning the pages might be difficult, and she could only read English texts, but speed reading was something Emma excelled at.

She cocked her head, hearing a buzz. Mammon apparently heard it too and fished out his phone. "Uh oh," he said, white eyebrows arching as he unlocked his D.D.D., "we gotta problem."

"Great, what now?" Emma asked, standing on her tiptoes to try and see the screen.

"Beel's looking for ya." Mammon tilted the phone to show the shrunken human.

Beel

//Mammon, have you seen Emma? Neither of you were in her room when I got done with the fridge. She’s not answering her phone.//

//Oh and also she left her pizza behind, so I ate all of it before it could go stale.//

Emma reflexively checked her own pockets before remembering that her phone hadn’t shrunk with her. “Crap!” She smacked her forehead. “Levi still has it!”

"He's not going to listen to me if I say you're not here, and I can't let him find you like this; there's no way that meathead would be able to resist the temptation." Mammon cracked a grin, "Hell, I can barely resist right now, what with you being so perfectly bite-sized and all." He paused, thinking intently as he glanced around the cluttered room. "Your smell's a lot more enticing than a regular human's, so just hidin' ya out of sight is not gonna be nearly enough."

Grin growing even wider, a dangerous glint - not terribly unlike Beelzebub's when the glutton saw a stack of his favorite cheeseburgers - appeared in his eyes as he pointed to his stomach. "Unless I hide you in here, that is," he said, pulling his shirt up just enough to expose an inch of tan flesh - and what looked like the edge of a tattoo - in case she somehow missed his point.

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