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elsecrytt · 2 years

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Among Demons

[Among Demons: Routine] The exchange program is over, but you can't leave the House of Lamentation.

Welcome to your new life, your new eternity - among demons.

Warnings: yanderes, imprisonment/captivity, controlling behaviors, inability to communicate

also graphic torture and violence, however, none of this is directed towards the reader/MC, horror elements. there's dead bodies. they're demons, what do you expect?

it started with the front door, really.

Classes at RAD were over, so you were headed out to meet some friends you'd made there, to say goodbye.

The door won't open. No matter what you do. Before you can call over one of the brothers to help, Lucifer appears.

He takes your hands gently in his own, leads you back to your room, and lets you sit down for a long conversation you hadn't been expecting.

Lucifer tells you that your time at the House of Lamentation wasn't ending with the exchange program. That it wasn't ending, ever.

The actual phrase he'd used was - "extended stay, indefinitely" - but his eyes convey his meaning quite perfectly.

He tells you that they had conveyed your pleas to Diavolo and Barbatos about how you wished to stay in the Devildom.

That you didn't want to go back at all.

You wouldn't even be leaving the House of Lamentation. With the exchange program over it wasn't safe.

When you reached for your DDD with a worried look on your face, Lucifer snatches it right away, crushes it with ease.

When you open your mouth, heart now pounding feverishly - to issue a command with your pact -

Nothing comes out.

Lucifer meets you with that same glance he gives you when you defend Mammon, when he hadn't seen Satan or Belphie in a while and suspected you'd been in on something they'd done.

The look he'd give you and his brothers whenever Diavolo was coming over -

Do not act out. You're only embarrassing yourself.

As if - as if this was just another petty squabble to be dealt with and sighed about later that afternoon.

That's what you are right now to Lucifer. An errand to be dealt with. Hopefully before dinner. To him, this is routine.

Suddenly you don't like sitting on your couch in front of him anymore. You can't speak. You can't command him. You can't -

His hand wraps itself around your wrist before you can even stand fully to dart towards the door.

It's not as if Lucifer hasn't learned gentleness since the last time he'd done this, and nearly broken your wrist at Diavolo's castle.

Really, that almost makes it worse.

He tells you to sit down and listen. That this will all go much better, for him and for you, if you pay attention and obey.

Crimson, blackened eyes stared down at you while Lucifer outlined your new life, in careful, clipped tones.

You would not be leaving.

You would not be going anywhere.

You were wanted here.

You would be shared.

It's what they all wanted, what they'd all decided.

And you wanted to stay here, too, they all knew, no matter how long it took you to adjust to your new life.

Lucifer holds your trembling hands tenderly in his own as he explains it all to you, what the demons you called friends had decided to do with you.

You are scheduled to spend time with each of his brothers, and you would follow the schedule. Everyone would get an equal amount of your attention.

Each day is dedicated to a brother, who could do whatever he wished with you until the evening. You were not allowed to leave.

Good behavior was to be rewarded.

Bad behavior would be punished.

You would learn eventually, Lucifer hadn't said, because you'd both known it already.

They were all - they were all so normal. Sort of.

It's not... so bad.

They're cuddly, touchy, clingy - some far more than others.

Each brother wants you, that's obvious enough, wants you to stay in their room at night with them, do more, but none of them are going to force the matter.

The brothers all did the same sorts of things with you, as much as they can, without you being able to speak or leave.

It bothers them, mostly, you can tell, but they get used to it quickly enough.

Satan's the most annoyed by it, but you can tell he knows why Lucifer did it. He gives you a pen and paper right away.

When his time with you is up, he takes it back without a word.

He doesn't want you talking to any of the others.

One time you ask him about it, and he takes it away, and doesn't give you anything next time.

Your room contained no writing instruments or electronics. It had been stripped of anything that could be used as a weapon, or a tool to communicate - with the outside world... or with your housemates.

The next week, Satan gives you your pen and paper back. You don't ask him to let you keep it again.

Mammon is surprisingly good at reading your face - Lucifer is unsurprisingly good at it - and they can gauge your mood easily enough.

It doesn't stop Mammon from clinging to your side nonstop. You get the feeling he'd follow you into the bathroom if he could.

Lucifer is the easiest to deal with. It's the worst. He should know better.

He's the one who thought to seal the door, silence you.

He knows he's wrong.

You can tell - he tells you - in a glance that he knows you know that, and he doesn't care.

I've decided. Live with it. His stony glare tells you, until you finally look away and he hums in satisfaction.

Beelzebub is another easy one. He's quiet, too, and doesn't ask much, doesn't do much.

Belphie naps through your time with him, and it can get boring, or tiring to stay still, but it's not too bad.

Asmo is hit or miss. Sometimes he wants to do some makeup routine or another, and sometimes it's fun - but other times you just don't have the energy for it.

Sometimes you just sit like a doll and let him to whatever he wants to you, ignore the overfamiliar touches and the giggles too close to your ear. He's always hugging you, always kissing you.

You don't mind it as much as you think you would. Not when you can tell all the other brothers want to do it too, and just aren't being as honest about it.

Levi might be your favorite. When you game with him, or watch anime or something, you don't have to worry about your situation now.

The locks on every door. How you haven't left the house in ages.

How you haven't heard your own voice in ages.

How you can't even do anything as simple as ask them why.

But when Levi's tail wraps around you when he gets excited during a game - when Satan pulls you against his side while he reads you a book -

With Mammon constantly touching you, leaning into your side or having an arm wrapped around you, with Lucifer pulling you into his lap or having you sit and drink coffee with him in his office -

Seeing how Asmo sits you in his chair and fawns over you, hands wandering but delicate, and how Beel and Belphie snuggle up to you for naps, patient and gentle -

You know why, you think.

And you wonder, because why didn't they just ask?

And then you find out why.

It's slow going, but it happens. After so many weeks in, they'd stopped all pretense of pretty humanity they'd been putting on for the exchange program.

You were a part of the family now, not the fragile exchange student who was to be sheltered and coddled.

They didn't have to hide it anymore. You'd spent time with the brothers, spent your days with each of them.

It all began when you'd started hearing screams from the basement.

They were at night, too. At the end of the day, when you were finally allowed to spend time by yourself -

"As for where you sleep," Lucifer had said, "You may choose the room yourself. You are expected to be in bed by ten, so you may retire at nine."

- in your own damn room, away from any of the brothers, when you were about to fall asleep and pray for some dream where they acted in ways that made sense -

That was when the screams had started.

You'd darted up in bed, the first time you'd heard them.

Chilling to your bone, a cry of utter pain and agony.

Blood-curdling.

Whoever had made that noise was in absolute and utter anguish.

Another screech - no, it could only be called a wail, high and sharp, grating against your ears.

Oh god, oh god, what was happening - what the fuck was happening -

The door to your room was locked.

You clutched at it, tugged at it, heart pounding with every heaving breath as adrenaline surged through you.

You run yourself into the door -

another wail, this one wet and throaty, like something was caught in their windpipe, or it had caved in partway

- there's no way it's one of the brothers, so who?

And why here? And what was happening to them?

Another shove against the door; it didn't move, not even a little. But you heard steps, ones coming through the hall.

Lucifer. Lucifer - would Lucifer think you - punishments -

It hits you like a sheet of ice, dissolving into a chill. Coursing your veins with every heartbeat.

Suddenly the hysterical strength that hadn't even budged your spell-reinforced door turned to trembling.

Uncontrolled, through your hands, your fingers, your chest felt like it was about to explode -

Lucifer.

You look up at him with eyes filled with terror as your door flies open, archdemon seething behind it.

Inky black wings trailing behind him, beautiful and enormous.

His eyes are red and narrowed in rage only for a moment, and then they widen in shock.

This might be the first time he's ever seen you so frightened. You'd never been scared of him before.

Another scream rings out and you shudder, panicked eyes looking for some route to escape, and understanding must dawn on him.

Lucifer doesn't say anything to you. You couldn't say anything back.

He takes your hand and leads you to his room.

You sleep in his bed that night, and all nights after.

The second week Satan's jacket had been splattered with blood when he'd snuck you out to the spot outside where stray cats gathered.

You notice when he lays a hand over yours. It must have dripped over his sleeve when he'd -

Satan's hand twines with yours, gentle, warm, large and comforting as he chuckles and helps you reach out to a particularly feisty ginger tomcat.

There's nothing else on him, only that bit on his outer sleeve.

It wasn't anything compared to Beel, though. His clothes had stains all over them.

He doesn't even seem to notice, picking you up and hugging you just as easily as he normally does, collecting you in his massive embrace with all the care and tenderness in the world.

There's bloodstains on your own clothes when he lets you go.

When he notices, he says sorry, rubbing his neck bashfully, but only for a moment.

Belphie didn't have anything weird on him but he had more energy than usual, his eyes half-lidded lazily while he lounged against you, holding your waist and rubbing his cheek against it.

He tries to get you to nap with him, even seems to walk around the house more than you'd ever imagined he could. To tire you out, you think.

You sleep a little closer to Lucifer, that night, and the next day you see Belphie sulking.

Mammon's room had - it smelled like - you nearly puked just walking in, your eyes watering as you flinched back, stumbling away.

Of course he'd panicked immediately, latching onto you in an instant and backpedaling. You could watch movies in the lounge - in your room, in the attic!

Apology is written all over his face, guilt and frustration, his nervous frenetic energy clawing at you where his warm hands refuse to.

He turns away from you and pulls you forwards, onto his back, carrying you down, rambling about how you should be thankful the Great Mammon was actually carrying you himself, and it's so familiar that your heart aches.

At least Leviathan kept his room nice and clean. There wasn't anything on his clothes, either.

He chats with you, bright and happy, picking an anime you'd liked to start from, and it's relieving for a moment to get away.

You got almost too comfortable halfway through your day with him when he clicks on his screenshot folders and you see -

Oh god their fucking bodies - their - those couldn't be living people - their limbs had swollen up, chunks ripped out of them as if bitten, skin waxy and strange.

And it was a human, it was so obviously a human, and Levi just made an annoyed noise and clicked on the other folder without batting an eye.

In the kitchen you'd seen... pieces of... things.

You couldn't ask.

You couldn't ask, you couldn't speak up, you couldn't fucking SAY anything and you couldn't tell if any of it was from a human.

You try so hard not to think about the stains on Beel's clothes.

Asmo washes you up when you get to him, makes you so nice and clean.

And it's relieving, it is, it really really is, since right now all you want to do is forget about everything you know is going on inside this house where you can't see.

There's a door in his bathroom, one that you've always assumed leads to a closet.

You see some red drops, little things splattered near the entrance of it, sometimes.

Somewhere in the back of your head, you come up with the laughable notion that Asmo had left some candle wax dripping while he brought it into that room...

He scrubs merrily at your shoulder with hands as gentle as ever.

When he washes your hair, his claws are a pleasant scratch against your scalp. They could rip through you, shred your flesh like tissue paper.

But they don't. They never do.

The third week in when Levi had tugged you impatiently into his room, you'd seen the half-dead body, struggling and screaming, chained underwater in his aquarium while curious fishes began to nibble at their flesh.

Mammon had casually sequestered you into his room, hidden away from the other brothers, where a man was strapped down into a tub that filled, slowly, with molten lead.

The victim made eye contact with you. Eyes going wide and desperate, fevered through screams as he tries, quite clearly, to beg you for help -

"Ah, shaddup!" Mammon had groaned as you froze in his embrace, "Yer ruinin' the moment!"

In the absence of any spell-casting ability, he'd simply strode over and shoved the man's mouth underneath the faucet of burning hot metal, and the noise -

The sizzle it had made, the strangled scream that had gurgled through steam and solid metal filling the poor soul's throat.

And then you couldn't even pretend to yourself that you didn't know what the screams at night were anymore.

You couldn't pretend anything.

Now you knew why they'd locked the doors, taken your voice, kept you in here on a schedule, divvied up like treasure between the seven brothers.

You were among demons now.

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otakusheep15 · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet - Solomon

This is for my best friend/mother as she is the biggest Solomon simp I’ve ever seen lol. Also, this is gonna be angsty cause I love writing angsty Solomon

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He pretends to not like affection, but he’s a softie and we all know it. Really, all he needs is a hug and he’ll just melt on the spot.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

One word: chaos. You two as best friends cause untold destruction and cause Lucifer several migraines per day. Being besties with him also means being besties with Asmo, so be prepared for that as well.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles. Maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn’t had much physical contact in who knows how long, but he loves any form of contact. His favorite ways to cuddle is him on his back with you either laying on top of him, or on the side of him with your head on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can’t see him as the type to settle down, be he’d consider it depending on the person. And while he’s a terrible cook, he’s not half bad at cleaning and other household chores.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be super blunt about it. Honestly, he’s scared to get with anyone to begin with since, ya know, immortality and all, so it’s been a while since he’s actually had to break it off. His main goal when breaking up with someone is to get them away from him, so he wants to make sure the way he breaks up with them will make them want to stay away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Afraid of commitment. I imagine the last time he tried to commit to someone was before he became immortal, so having to watch them die made him vow to never get that close to anyone again. Then he met you, and all of that has been thrown out the window. He might try and rush things a bit, but he just wants as much time with you as possible. So, while he is afraid to commit, he’ll do it for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s bad at human interaction, so he might not know if he accidentally hurts you, but he’ll be quick to apologize once he realizes. Honestly, he’s better at being physically gentle since he can control that better than emotions.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs. They’re one of his favorite things ever. He just finds such comfort in them, and they’re great for stress relief. His hugs are a bit on the aggressive side, but they’re still very enjoyable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it on accident. And then he’d try to play it off to hide how embarrassed he is. It is pretty early on, but he does mean it with all his heart. Please say it back, he hasn’t heard it in a while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets extremely jealous. Like, you spend so much time with the brothers and he can’t stand that. Of course, he would never admit it, but he would try everything he can think of to get you away from them. Once, he almost resorted to food poisoning out of sheer desperation.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses differ depending on his mood, but they’re usually soft and full of passion. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck because it gets a nice reaction out of you. His favorite place to be kissed is the top of his head cause he’s secretly a big softy who wants to be babied.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s not the most fond of kids, but he’ll tolerate them. They’re are fun to tease though, especially Luke.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

he’s either waking you up at the crack of dawn to work on some new potion, or he’s sleeping in until past noon and refuses to get up. Regardless, you are not leaving his side. If he gets up, he’ll drag you up with him. If he wants to stay in, he’ll hold you there until he’s satisfied.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually be up late working on something or other, but he’s never up for too long. He jins you in bed when he’s done, and he’ll cuddle the crap out of you an an apology for keeping you waiting. He’s also fond of talking to you about random stuff that happened throughout the day until one or both of you fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is one of the most secretive people to ever exist. He wants to open up to you, honestly he does, but he just can’t. he’s so worried that all of his emotional baggage will drive you away, and he couldn’t stand losing another person he cares about. So, he keeps everything hidden. With time, he’ll start opening up if you push enough buttons.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s really good at pretending he’s patient. On the outside he’s his same-old self, but on the inside he’s fuming. His patience tends to wear especially thin around the brothers (except Asmo). It’s a mixture of jealousy for how much time they spend with you, and anger that they refuse to make a pact with him. But he keeps it all under wraps.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He does remember a good bit of information, but he sucks at remembering small details. For example, he may know what month your birthday is in, but he cannot remember the actual date. Or, he would remember your favorite movie genre, but not your favorite movie in said genre. He tries his best though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves this one time where you tried to help him cook something. You were tired of dealing with the mess that is his cooking skills, and you wanted him to make something that wouldn’t kill you. Everything started out fine until you accidentally get some flour on him. It wasn’t much, but still. He just turns to you without saying anything before launching some flour right back at you. And then the casual baking session turns into an all-out food war. The kitchen is a mess and you two end up getting scolded by Simeon later, but it was totally worth it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh he’s very protective. I mean, you’re a defenseless human surrounded by powerful demons who want to eat you, of course he’d be protective. He would never mean to over-bearing, but he can come off that way sometimes. He used to protect those he cared about before he became immortal, so the habit comes back with you now. He doesn’t need protecting for obvious reasons, so it’s all the more reason to focus on protecting you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Surprisingly, he prefers more lowkey dates. Maybe it’s because he rarely gets any alone time with you, but he loves just chilling out together practicing magic. if you did want to go out, he would take you somewhere in the Human World to get away from all the chaos of the Devildom.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, his cooking could kill a man, but we’re gonna move past that since it’s low hanging fruit. Besides that, he has a tendency to by pretty cunning and he’s always planning some kind of prank. He also has a tendency to get jealous of the brothers a lot, and that can make him salty when you guys can finally hang out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He used to be pretty concerned with his looks, but he’s gotten over it. He still tries to look decent since he is in the presence of some powerful demons, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. Although, since becoming besties with Asmo, his vanity has started picking up again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Maybe yes, maybe no. He’s had to deal with loss several times over, so he could probably learn to deal with it like he did before, but you could be different. It really just depends on what kind of impact you have on him during your time together.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We all know that it’s basically canon that he and Asmo have hooked up before lol. But I also lowkey think he’s hooked up with both Barb and Satan. I have no real reason as to why I think this, but I do and I’m sticking to it. I don't even ship it that much, I just think he would do something like that.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He actually doesn’t like someone he knows he’d get attached to. He doesn't want to go through that pain again, so he wants to remain distant. Also, he doesn’t like someone who doesn’t understand or accept what he’s been through and what he’ll continue going through. He wants someone who understands and who he can talk to about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He gets very clingy in his sleep. If he’s sleeping with someone, they can expect to be trapped in his arms until he wakes up. And if you try to escape, he just hugs you even tighter.

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date solomon #Headcanon #scenarios #sfw alphabet

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