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#yandere diavolo
another-lost-mc · 9 months
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Imagine Vampire Lord!Diavolo receiving a sacrificial human as a gift. He's delighted but pretends to act horrified and sympathetic to the poor little thing's plight. Blood tastes horrible if the human is terrified. So, for months he lulls them into a false sense of security. Lavishing them with care, gentlemanly behaviour, and isolation for their safety of course!
Let the human delude themself into thinking they had a choice. Vampire Lord!Diavolo mouth waters at the thought of their favourite pet voluntarily offering their blood to him. By then, the trap has long snapped shut. Pleaseee we need more gilded cage, manipulative Diavolo because the potential is limitless!!
A/N: I might've gotten a little carried away with this one.
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Vampire!DIAVOLO x gn!Reader, 2.3k words, nsfw, dark themes/content.
Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, predator/prey dynamics, kidnapping, coercion, manipulation, implied isolation/imprisonment, minor violence, pet names, some sexual content.
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Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hosts monthly gatherings for the other vampire nobles. The abducted humans, like sweet sacrificial lambs, are brought to the castle for the vampire lords to prey on. It’s an archaic practice, but tradition is important to his people.
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who doesn’t usually participate in these events himself—Barbatos ensures that all the humans he needs for consumption are delivered to the castle dungeons regularly—but he catches a whiff of an unusual scent in the air.
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who finds you huddled at the edge of the room while several nobles leer at you, taunting you as they delight in your torment. Underneath the acrid scent of fear pouring off you in waves, he detects the hint of something scrumptious. It makes his mouth water and he’s overcome with the temptation to claim you for himself.
(He’ll need to do something about the bitterness currently tainting the blood in your veins if he wants to enjoy you properly.)
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who murmurs instructions to Barbatos and slips away from the party. He sits on his throne in the empty council chamber and waits.
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Barbatos finishes his tasks and returns to the prince's side quickly. “Everything is as you requested, my lord.”
“And our guest?”
“Frightened but unharmed. It won’t be long.”
There’s a scuffle outside the door and then a loud, pounding knock. Two guards push the doors open and escort you inside. One of them shoves you forward and you stumble to your knees before the prince.
“Enough,” Diavolo orders as he rises from his throne. You try to crawl away from him, but you're paralyzed by fear. His impressive frame towers over you, and there’s an angry glint in his eyes when he snarls at the guards who skitter away with hasty apologies to their lord.
His face softens as he kneels down on one knee before you, hands held out in front of him as if to show you he means no harm. He’s careful not to touch you; you’re still trembling like a pitiful little mouse.
He almost feels guilty that you ended up here—a tasty morsel for beasts much stronger than you—but then he wouldn't have this chance to have you for himself, would he?
“You must be cold,” he says apologetically. The thin material of the simple robe you were given to wear—similar to the other human guests—leaves little to the imagination. Diavolo unclasps his cloak and drapes it over your shoulders.
You stare at him dumbstruck; you’re too scared to move, too scared to breathe.
He leans forward and scents the air discreetly. The foul stench of fear is stronger now, but so is the undercurrent of your natural scent. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from licking his lips.
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Vampire Prince!Diavolo who promises that no harm shall come to you, so long as you are respectful and follow the rules you are given. He insists that you’ll be given a spacious room of your own near the finest library in the castle.
(You don’t need to know that it’s his own private library in the royal quarters where only you and he reside.) 
Vampire Prince!Diavolo, who asks you to call him by his name, escorts you personally to your new room. He had Barbatos prepare this for you once he decided you would be his.
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hopes you’ll appreciate the luxuries he’s giving you: a large bed with the finest silk sheets, a private bathroom, a writing desk and record player. There’s an empty walk-in closet that the prince intends on filling with tailored clothes to accentuate your lovely features, in all the colours he thinks will best compliment your eyes and complexion.
(You’ll be beautiful for his eyes alone.)
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who spends as much time with you as he can. He wants you to get used to his presence in the hopes that one day you'll crave his company instead of simply tolerating it. He makes time in his schedule so he can join you for each meal Barbatos brings to your room.
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Your hand shakes nervously and the cutlery scrapes unpleasantly against the china plate. Diavolo pretends not to notice as he takes a sip from the chalice of blood he’s brought with him in lieu of eating food.
“If there are any particular foods you enjoy, please let me know. I’ll see to it that Barbatos prepares your meals especially suited to your tastes,” he says as he lowers his glass, licking a stray drop of blood from his lip.
You glance nervously at the glass in his hands and back up to his eyes, and you sit up in your chair like you're trying to muster enough courage to speak your mind.
(My brave little mouse, he thinks as he tries not to grin with amusement.)
“You’re not…you’re not going to kill me?” You guessed your true purpose for being here. Memories slowly returned to you of the night you were abducted, how a stranger’s whisper in your mind commanded you to sleep. You woke up here, surrounded by other scared humans like yourself and thrown into a crowd of vampires of all things.
You were certain you were going to die when you were nearly dragged from that ballroom by those brutish guards. You have no idea what a vampire prince could possibly want from you, except to kill you himself after he bleeds you dry.
Diavolo chuckles and shakes his head. His eyes glitter brightly with amusement, and he smiles when he raises the glass to his lips again for another sip. “If I wanted your blood, don’t you think you’d be dead by now?”
Dead like the rest of the humans you were brought here with hangs unspoken in the air between you.
You finish eating in silence as you contemplate his words. Barbatos clears the dishes away when you're done and leaves you alone with the vampire prince who seems determined to be your friend.
Diavolo stands from the table. “It’s a lovely evening, and the night-blooming roses in my private garden are exquisite. Would you like to join me?”
He holds his hand out to you; you hesitate for a moment before resting your hand in his. You see the tips of his fangs when he smiles.
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You make very few requests at first, but as days turn into weeks, you grow comfortable in the new home he has made for you. You abide by his one very simple request: not to venture outside this wing of the castle.
(“For your own protection,” Diavolo told you in those early days.)
Your days are lonely but comfortable, passing by in a blur of endless books from the impressive library not far from your room, and the growing collection of new music for your record player.
Sometimes you wake up in the mornings and things are not quite how you left them the night before. You assume it’s the work of Barbatos, the only other vampire you’ve met since that first night. He tidies your room discreetly when you're in the library so he doesn't disturb you. He also passes his master’s greetings and well wishes to you each morning when he brings you breakfast.
“Do you clean my room at night when I’m asleep?” you ask him one morning before he leaves. “I feel terrible if that’s the case—you don’t need to do that.” You want to tell him it's creepy and invasive, but you find the vampire prince's butler even more intimidating than the prince himself.
Barbatos glances at you as he tidies your breakfast dishes on a tray, and he almost looks annoyed and surprised by your question. He huffs out a quiet sigh of exasperation. “It seems that my lord wants to ensure your comfort and safety, even in the darkest hours of the night."
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Vampire Prince!Diavolo who dotes on you lavishly, who ensures everything you could ever want or hope for, is yours.
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who realizes that genuine feelings of affection have begun to bloom for you deep within the chasm of his hollow heart. He enjoys your quiet laughter when he tells you amusing stories about his fellow nobles, and he misses your thoughtful advice when he’s too busy with official duties to visit you.
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The first time he has to leave the castle for an overnight excursion, he’s fraught with anxiety about leaving you behind.
He can’t bring you with him, either. It’s too risky—he doesn’t want any of the other lords near you. Your once-foul stench has dissipated over time, and the nectar flowing in your veins is starting to bloom like the aroma of the finest wine.
He comes to your room to say goodbye, but when he backs away towards the door to leave, you lift your hand like you want to stop him. The truth shines in your eyes when they mist over with too many emotions to name, and you choke out a stuttered farewell of your own.
(You’re scared of being alone for the first time since you were brought to this strange, dark place. You have no one else but him, and he knows it.)
He leaves the castle with a hint of a smile on his face, satisfied with the revelation that you are going to miss him too.
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Vampire Prince!Diavolo who returns to you after only a few days apart, and you nearly fly across the room into his arms when he greets you warmly. He doesn’t disguise his longing for you, or his happiness to be with you again. (Have you always been this lovely?) He holds your hands in his as he inquires about your well-being. He sits next to you and answers your questions about his trip as Barbatos brings you tea.
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who scents the air while he visits with you. Your fear and sorrow has all but disappeared, leaving nothing but the fragrance of your delicious scent. It’s even better than he hoped for. He’s been so patient and waited so long for this moment.
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who reaches for your hand and strokes your wrist with his fingers as he leans closer to you. Your eyes darken with anticipation and your breath hitches, and his eyes dart down as you lick your lips nervously. He’s hungry for your blood, but he’s starving for the rest of what you can offer him—your body, your companionship, your unwavering devotion, your love. 
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who decides with absolute certainty to keep you by his side, the little mouse he shields from a world of monsters. Tomorrow will be a new beginning for both of us, he promises with a soft kiss against the back of your hand. His eyes linger on your neck when he pulls away, and you tilt your head slightly in submission.
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who wakes up in the middle of the night when he hears you shout his name. He rushes down the hall and into your room, and he sees someone standing near your bed. He grabs the disguised intruder by the throat and pins him against the wall, fangs bared menacingly for daring to touch you. When Barbatos arrives, he offers to take care of the intruder so Diavolo can take care of you. 
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who picks you up despite your protests and carries you to his room. He tucks your head against his shoulder while he murmurs soothingly in your ear. He knows you’re not afraid, not anymore. In place of fear, all he can smell is your gorgeous aroma, laced with gratitude and love because he came when you needed him most.
(The intruder tried to convince you he was saving you from the wretched prince, but you don't want to be saved—not anymore.)
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who lays you on his bed and holds you close, but your hands fidget nervously against his bare chest. Your eyes are blown black with lust and he can’t resist kissing you, not when your lips are so close to his.
(His little mouse looks even better trembling with desire rather than fear.)
Vampire Prince!Diavolo who covers your body with his own, and he sinks his cock inside you when he finally pierces your neck with his fangs. You clench your fingers in his back and his hair like you’re afraid he might leave you.
(He’ll never leave you, and he’ll never let you go.)
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Barbatos sniffs as Diavolo walks past him into his study. His nose wrinkles at the overpowering scent of sweat and arousal and copper that clings to the prince. “I take it that things went well?”
Diavolo hums as he sits down heavily in his seat. “My little mouse is resting, but let’s make this quick.” He’s whet his appetite for your blood on his tongue and your body clenched around him, and he’s nearly overcome with how badly he wants more of you.
Barbatos leaves his office and returns a few minutes later with one of the vampire lords. “Lord Mephistopheles as you requested, my lord.”
Diavolo gestures towards the empty chair in front of his desk. “Sit down, Mephisto.” He leans back in his chair. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly, but it had to look convincing.”
(You'll never know the deadly consequence that awaited you if you failed Diavolo's final test of loyalty.)
Mephisto sits up stiffly in his chair. “Of course, I am but your humble servant, my lord. But if I may speak freely, your intended mate put up a more of a fight than I imagined.” He holds up one of his gloved hands gingerly. “I didn’t expect to be bitten by a human tonight.”
Diavolo subconsciously rubs over the slight indents of your teeth in his shoulder; you bit him to muffle your scream when you came on his cock. “Neither did I,” he murmurs, fangs bared when his lips curl into a wicked smile.
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Yandere Diavolo and Lucifer that share you
Yandere Diavolo & Lucifer
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R.I.P your escape chanches.
Escaping with even one would be difficult.
But when Diavolo and Lucifer joined together you wouldn't stand a chance.
Too bad.
Neither of them would be excited about you sharing.
But they would both know that it would be better than fighting each other.
Lucifer and Diavolo would be different…
Diavolo would be more affectionate and would like to pamper you.
Lucifer, on the other hand, would be more possessive and careful about your behavior.
Of course, that doesn't mean that Lucifer can't be gentle or Diavolo can't be harsh.
The biggest disagreement between them would be who gets to like you more.
They would definitely do shifts.
Like you would first spend a week with Lucifer and then a week with Diavolo.
This would prevent disputes.
For they both would have their own rules.
Great to have to remember double the rules
;)
Sometimes Diavolo and Lucifer would compete over who would buy you better gift.
They both would like to be your favorite.
Demons are naturally jealous.
If you ever tried to escape they would both surely lock you up.
They would also spend time together with you.
If one of them isn't enough to keep you with them, two certainly will.
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yanmaresu · 1 year
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Yandere Mammon, Belphegor, and Diavolo VS mc
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An old comic I posted on my main blog but deleted. Drawing exaggerated ":3" beings is always fun tbh.
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Can we get the obey me boys(the brothers + dia, barbs, solomon, and simeon) reacting to mc having severe period cramps? Would they get all demon-y at the smell of blood?
Love your stuff btw!
Signed, a yandere junkie~
I'll do two for now 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Period | Yandere Obey Me
For those in the devildom having a draw for chaos and mortal pain it’s quite normal for blood to bring about a different kind of reaction. But to the surprise of no one period blood and the whole menstrual cycle is a complete bafflement to all who catch a whiff. Don’t worry though, you have the brother and your various friends. This surely won’t strike any of them to have an unusual streak in emotion and self-control, right?:
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Lucifer
“It’s that time I’m suspecting?”
“Yes.”
“Understood rest easy, take your time to rest my dear.”
“A-are you sure?”
“Of course I'm sure. Do you doubt my promise to keep you?”
One of the most casual about it 
He absolutely has done research for this exact occasion
But nothing is like experience in taking care of you himself
As well as the compulsion that has him being just as reactive as you
“You seem a bit different today Lucifer…”
“Am I? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oooh is that a gift from (Y/n)--”
“dON’t ToUCh tHaT!” 
“...”
“...”
“Sorry, I don’t know what’s with me this week.”
You’re not with him that’s what
For all the necessities he delivers he’s been keeping his distance
Taking the advice of the human care books he gave you your space
After all who better to deal with the human-female innerworkings than a human-female herself
But something feels wrong more than usual 
And it only seems to stop when he returns to your side at the end of the day
“Perhaps the hormones that are at work in you create a…guardian of sorts…out of me.”
He doesn’t really understand, all he knows is that when you were preparing to go to RAD he frantically calmly decided you’d not be attending
His excuse reasoning? That he would hate for any lesser demon to feel what he’s feeling 
That and he’d actually try to kill anyone who shows such similar inclination to protect you
“If anyone should stay to soothe you in this great time of need. I’m not above massacring any threats to you while you’re at your most vulnerable..” 
Generally he’s quite tame
…compared to his brothers
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Diavolo
“Hey (Y/n) why’d you run off like that I thought we were having a good time.”
“Diavolo!?”
“Oh…hey (Y/n) if you’re hurt it’s okay to tell us we have tons of things that help heal humans.”
“Ugh! No that’s not what’s happening here!”
“Don’t be embarrassed here i’ll help!”
“Aghghgh!!!! Barbatos! Barb–Ah! Don’t you dare!”
A scolding and prompt lesson from Barbatos is very much in order
For someone so adamant on urging the blending of their worlds he doesn’t really know about this side of humanity
And unfortunately he’s never been one for backseat learning
“(Y/n), we’ve spoken and Diavolo would like to propose a hands-on-lesson with you about your menstrual cycle.”
“Uhm what kind of lesson?”
“One that will require he familiarize himself with all aspects of this process. Something that would preferably stimulate the five senses.”
“....”
“....”
“....Lucifer!!!! Solomon!!!”
Even better it has to do with you
What better way to strengthen your bond by having to monitor you
Not only for your safety but for all of humanity
“Hey later on we should definitely watch that movie together!”
“Oh yeah I thin–”
“I’m sorry but she cannot!”
“What why not?”
“Because she’s coming with me! The best place for a woman on muenster cycle is with me at the royal palace.”
“Uhm that’s not tr-”
“Here I’ll take you now!” 
He’s going to be hard to teach
But once you sit him down or snap at him one too many times
He’ll decide listening to you is the best course of action
In turn it will definitely build a relationship between you two
It may not be as romantic as he planned
But he’ll take it….for now 
After all there’s one every month
“That was fun! I can’t wait until the next time!”
Because he’s actively testing for it he might find some demons and creatures that react to it
But he won’t actively experiment with you in danger
Because it’s just not a good look to brutally murder every other subject of his that has a reaction he doesn’t like
“Next month I’ll have to convince them to let me get a swab or whole container full that’d be really hot.”
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ratbraindraws · 11 months
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he got so excited at seeing you he had to stop and breathe for a moment (he horrifies you in the process)
obsessive/over excitable dia my beloved <33
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2smolbeans · 6 months
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Yandere Diavolo x Innocent reader headcanons
Tags: Mindbreak, corruption, forced marriage, black mail, Mc's partner gets murdered, suicide mention, Mc goes to hell, manipulation, hostage keeping, minor world building mentions, Mc is gender neutral.
Diavolo knows how humans are. He's been there since their very creation. Humans are greedy, vicious, cruel little animals with a mind of their own. They were almost similar to demons- no, if anything - most, if not - all demons were once humans!
So, for being so cruel, so selfish. It was amazing how he stumbled upon a rare soul like you. So pure, innocent, kind..He was sure that you were predestined to go heaven once you had died. You'd make the perfect angel, after all!
Diavolo was enamored by you. How gentle you were to those who were rough with you, the way you would so gracefully own up to your mistakes - something most humans couldn't do! How you would always keep your head high whenever you were ruthlessly bullied by the world. The way you would kindly treat strangers who would be cast aside by society.
For once, he had met a human with diligence and self-control! It made you desirable and interesting - different from most humans. He needed you. You were one of a kind.
Diavolo became more curious about you with each passing day. He just had to see you. So, with a change of attire and appearance, he visited your work as a customer. Falling hard for you when you gifted him with your voice that spoke directly to him - giving him your undivided attention.
He needed more. It had been so long since he's seen such pure kind innocence directed towards him. So, of course, with his devil's charm, he tried to persuade you to be his partner.
But, unsurprisingly, you already had a partner. Of course, that was no problem for Diavolo- such a small obstacle was no path for this ancient demon!
So kindly getting rid of the waste of space that contributed no meaning to your life, Diavolo tried again. Sweetly feeding into your sins. Pride, greed, envy, and lust. Trying to get you to fall for him.
But it never worked since you were now too busy grieving for your previous partner.
He was running thin. He didn't want to force his love and affection onto you. He wanted you to swoon over him, for you to look at him without him having to force you. To have you all prettied up as his royal spouse. To have his innocent kind spouse dote on him so diligently.
So he was left no choice but to haunt you. Whispering in your ears about the unspoken knowledge, taunting you to the point of insanity, breaking you to the point of committing unforgivable sins.
So when you came to your senses, unable to cope with the reality, you ultimately killed yourself out of guilt.
Happily waiting for you in circles of hell, Diavolo came to collect you.
You were so scared, shivering from the torture you had to endure with all the other sinners. Don't worry, he'll take you away from the bad place. Only in one condition. No? That's okay. He'll happily drop you off back from where you came from!
Aww, you're clutching onto him so tightly.. I guess that means you took up his offer!
Sooner or later, you ended up as his royal spouse. Always satisfying his needs, making sure to please him with anything he wants.
You don't want to go back to the circles of hell after all. Not when Devildom is nice and safe, barely far away from limbo!
Diavolo found it admirable whenever he looked at you. Such an innocent and meek demon you were. With your cute little horns protruding out of your head and that slim tail you had from behind.
He was proud to call you his spouse. So proud that he always hosts a party dedicated to celebrating your marriage with him. It's only fair, you must be bored staying inside the castle by yourself waiting for him!
Plus, it's not like you're allowed to go out.. He can't risk his little spouse getting hurt!
Aren't you glad this is how things turned out?
And isn't it better that it'll be like this for all eternity?
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wishluc · 1 year
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Hello hello, may i request for yandere Diavolo OM where hes tightly hugging darling because he's afraid that they'll disappear? You feel his hands all over you body and he whispers how much he loves you while slowly crushing you body (accidentally)
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✧ CW: yandere character, non-consensual hugging, non-consensual kissing, power imbalance in relationship
✧ PAIRING: Diavolo x GN! reader
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You can't say no to Lord Diavolo.
He's always been kind to you, greeting you warmly, and offering to help make your stay more comfortable, but you've never realized just how hard it is to turn him down. You've become comfortable with agreeing with him, because all he ever asked of you before was if you'd like to show him around your hometown in the human world or if you'd like to join him for tea, or if you'd stay for a weekend in his place (and even then, he said it as though he wanted you to have a break from the chaos in the House of Lamentation and not for the real reason—that he wanted to monopolize your attention, if only for a few days).
But he's never been so...upfront about such an odd request. So when he called you to his office and abruptly wrapped his arms around you, you were at a loss for words. This was unfamiliar; Diavolo's affection had never gone past an occasional pat on the back and a warm smile. And he just doesn't let go.
He sighs against the top of your head and calls out your name softly, so only you could hear—like an intimate whisper, "why don't you stay here a little while longer?"
How did he expect you to respond when he had you in such a position? Your head was almost tucked into him, and your arms painfully stiff by your sides, caged by his own bigger ones. He didn't seem bothered by how rigid and inflexible you were, and not even by your lack of response, content with being able to hold you so close.
Any words you would have said would have been too muffled for him to hear, but you were already frozen in place, your mind racing and your head spinning. Could you deny him?
"Don't worry about the legalities of it all," he continues, "I could just as easily keep you in here with me if there's anything stopping my appeal. To be honest, I'd much rather it be that way—the brothers have had too much time with you since you've come here, and I don't want them taking any more."
A hand around you moves a little lower, and you're unable to breathe yet again. Sweat trails down your front as Diavolo brings you in even closer (if that was even possible). Where was this coming from?
Suddenly, he laughs, not the usually boisterous sound you're familiar with, but softer, and goes to place a soft kiss on your head, fondness clouding his voice, "I don't dislike them for all their antics, but I don't know if any of them know just how much I like you. It frustrates me endlessly to see them constantly all over you, smothering you, right in front of me. And if you were unaware, I hope I made things clear now. I love you."
Just when you thought things couldn't get worse, with a firm arm tightening its hold around you with the hand stroking your side, another finding purchase on the small of your back, and your body almost melting into his, he just had to drop a confession on you. A confession from the future king of the Devildom, the man who was overlooking your stay here, and the only one with the power to send you home—not that it seemed he wanted to anymore. Could you be honest with him? Could you tell him that you didn't feel the same and that you wanted to go home once it was all over?
Could you risk upsetting the man who was being so vulnerable with you right now? Especially when you were well aware of exactly what he didn't want to hear from you.
"I wanted to make this more romantic," he confessed, the hand at your back simultaneously rubbing circles and pressing you down into him, "I had it all planned out, but you'll be leaving in a week. I don't want you to go and leave me," the whisper of your name is heart-achingly tender, "I truly love you. More than you could imagine. More than I should. Won't you consider staying with me? I promise to keep you happy, even down here in the Devildom."
"If you miss the morning light of the human world, I'll find a way to bring it to you. If you want to meet your friends there, I'll take you myself. All I ask of you is to stay with me a little longer." The unspoken condition registers itself to you all the same—to reciprocate his love.
Your breathing stills for a moment when his grip suddenly tightens and he buries his face into your hair, kissing you over and over. It's almost too tight, but with his strength and size, any attempt at fighting back would have gone unnoticed. All you can do is wait for him to let go.
Just as you start feeling lightheaded, he pulls away and instead caresses your cheek with his hand, beaming down at you with that achingly familiar smile you had always trusted before swiftly pressing his lips onto yours. It was almost innocent, a quick peck—but you knew this was only him testing the waters.
"I'm so happy. I love you," he echoes the words again, though they no longer have an effect on you. The tips of your fingers and your tongue feels numb, and your head is heavy with sorrow. It doesn't escape you that you've yet to respond to any of his words or actions, that he doesn't care about how you feel. All of this was merely an illusion of you having a choice.
How did things turn out this way?
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yandere-daydreams · 6 months
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Title: Profane.
Commissioned by the very lovely, very patient @elsecrytt.
Pairing: Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (Obey Me).
Word Count: 7.0k.
TW: AFAB!Reader, Dub/Con (Coercion + Inebriation), Brief Cannibalism, Wildly Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Torture (No Injury To Reader), No Like Literal Torture, Gore, Blood, Possessiveness, Theology, and Past Trauma (Reader's Got Issues). The Dove Was Dead, Got Resurrected, And Is Once Again Dead. Please Do Not Eat.
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Barbatos showed you to the garden himself.
Usually, guests as unremarkable as yourself would be ushered in by some lesser demonic spirit, shown directly to Diavolo’s in-home office, and rushed out as quickly as the prince’s unwavering sense of hospitality would allow. You’d been through the process yourself a handful of times since you came to the underworld, gotten to visit the castle on an errand for RAD often enough for the shocked awe to dull into simple wonder, but you’d never been able to see the prince or Barbatos in their own home, and when you received the prince’s package, when you smelled the fresh scent of roses and felt silk against your hands, a part of you refused to believe this could be anything but another request to run a few files from one location to another, an invitation to discuss an upcoming festival or ceremony somewhere less imposing than the shadowy, stiflingly gothic student council room. Part of you still refused to believe it now, in all honesty, even as you walked arm-in-arm with the prince’s butler. Even as you wore the gown he'd sent to your off-campus apartment, a wine-red train trailing half a meter behind you and the fabric of the corset clinging to your skin like spider silk.
Even as you stepped into his rose garden, the rose garden. The rose garden you’d only ever heard about in gossip and rumors. The rose garden that was supposed to be saved for the prince and his select few.
The rose garden you were never supposed to see, and yet.
And yet.
A pavilion had been erected in the center of the innermost ring and decorated for the occasion, cords of red blossoms strung across the obsidian guardrails and a trail of flower petals left out to guide your way. Barbatos left you a few paces away from the pavilion’s steps, bowing his head as he detangled himself from your rigid hold. He spared you no words of comfort, offered you no advice, only letting out a breath of a chuckle as he slipped away and disappeared into the tangle of the garden. It fell onto you to soothe yourself, so you did – sucking a ragged inhale and balling your shirt in your hands before forcing yourself to relax, driving an ounce of tension out of your shoulders and willing your hands to stop shaking as you took an unsteady step towards the pavilion, then another, then another, until you were starting up the short staircase and it was too late to turn around and hide. There was a table let up on the center of the platform, a teapot and matching cups and saucers laid out among a sugar jar and an adorably quaint cream jug. It would’ve been charmingly simple, if the set hadn’t been crafted from pure obsidian and most likely would have cost more than a year of your salary.
Diavolo was at the head of the table, dressed in a suit that matched your gown. The sound of your footsteps drew his attention, his expression brightening as his eyes might yours and a wide, giddy smile you could only compare to that of a lovestruck schoolboy spread across his lips. He pushed himself to his feet hastily, your name falling from his lips with a slight stutter. There was a rose in his hand, but rather than thrust it into yours, he held onto it, opting to pull you into a brief, bone-crushing hug, instead. “I’m sorry to call you here on such short notice,” he said, his voice breathy and the words spoken quickly enough to blur together. “And I, well—” Now, the rose was presented to you, his smile taken on a shy tilt. “I thought it’d be romantic. Admittedly, it feels a little silly now.”
“No, no, it’s very sweet.” You rushed to reassure him, more afraid of making this more awkward than it had to be than genuinely hurting his feelings. You tried to take the rose by the stem, but your thumb caught on an unpruned thorn and you pulled back out of instinct. There was no pain, but when you glanced down, you found a small bead of scarlet, the injury practically nonexistent but an injury, nonetheless. Diavolo’s expression faltered, but you were quick to take up the rose again and tuck anything that might’ve sown any ill-will away. “You were going to tell me why you asked me to come…?”
Immediately, his smile returned in full force. “Please, have a seat.”
A chair was pulled out, a cup filled and sugar cubes dispensed generously. You took the cup in your hands, but didn’t raise it to your lips, only soaking in the gentle warmth as Prince Diavolo cleared his throat and went on, more nervous than a man of his status, a man with so much power over you had any right to be. “I’m sure you’ve already guessed why you’re here. I know subtly isn’t my strong suit.” A slight pause, a hopeful smile. Somehow, the implication of his anxiety alone was enough to make the knot resting in the pit of your stomach twist that much tighter. “We don’t know each other very well, but… I think I’d like to know you a little better, if you understand what I mean.”
Oh, you did.
You’d understood as soon as you saw the low cut of the dress, as soon as you were told you’d be meeting him in privacy.
Still, you played coy, shaking your head as you leaned back in your seat. “I’m afraid I don’t, your highness.”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I don’t want you to feel like royalty, right now.” And yet, he’d asked you to meet him behind his castle, attended to by his butler, wearing the gown he’d had tailor made for you. You would to ask how he got a hold of your measurements later on. Actually, you shouldn’t ask him anything at all – it’d be a mercy if you never had to talk to him again. “I’d like to court you. Officially. With your permission, of course.”
It was a thoughtful gesture, but then again, your permission could only count for so much when a flick of his wrist and a half-baked royal decree would change the meaning of consent by its very definition.
You let your eyes fall to the table, then to the rose in your hand. “I don’t know how to say this,” A pair of pursed lips, a decisive beat of silence. “But, I’m not sure, your highness.”
This time, he didn’t bother to correct you. “You’re not sure?”
“As you said, we don’t know each other very well.” You gaze caught on the spot of blood still welling on the pad of your thumb. A minor inconvenience, but still an inconvenience. It’d make handling much of anything a nuisance for the rest of the day. It’d make you pause the next time you thought about taking a particularly beautiful rose by the stem. “And I’m afraid there might be some parts of me that you wouldn’t be so happy with, if you saw them for yourself.”
That seemed to catch his attention. Whereas you leaned back, he leaned forward, arms crossing over the tabletop. “I have to admit, it’s hard to believe that there’s any part of you I wouldn’t be happy with.”
“It’s just,” A thorn in the right place could ruin the entire rose. Hopefully, if you managed to break the skin, he’d give up on you entirely and move on to less pointed flowers. “I have some… appetites that people have deemed difficult to keep up with, in the past. It’s nothing out of place for those in my profession, but I’d hate for you to have to waste your time tending to my desires.”
You could practically see the excitement spark in his eyes, feel it rolling off of him in waves. “Please, go on.”
“It’s too morbid to discuss in polite company,” you said, sparing a glance towards the walls of the rose garden, as if you were wary that someone might be listening in. “But things tend to get gory rather quickly, and I have been known to get a little carried away when I get something sharp in my hand.”
The tea was put aside completely, forgotten in favor of more interesting topics. He didn’t stand, didn’t do anything to close the limited distance between you, but you could tell he wanted to, that he wasn’t taking your threats seriously enough for intrigue to dip into caution, and that was all you needed. “I think you’d look stunning with something sharp in your hand.”
“But I’d hate to waste your time,” you reiterated, bowing your head. “And your subjects might not care for me, once they see what I’ve done to their ruler.”
“We’ll have to keep this our little secret, then.” While you had your doubts about how secret one of his secrets could stay, he was clearly excited enough to buy into the idea that it would be possible. “And, as for your appetites…”
This time, he stood, rounding the table and falling to one knee at your side. For a second, your heart stopped beating in your chest, your mind forcing you to consider the possibility that your vision of rings and proposal might not have been based entirely in paranoid delusion, but he only gestured for your hand and reluctantly, you gave it to him. His lips ghosted over the curve of your knuckles, then turning your hand over in his own, the apex of your wrist, lingering against your pulse point. Finally, he pulled away, grinning up at you as he went on.
“I’m sure we’ll find a way to satisfy that hunger.”
~
You were starting to wonder if, even in your grandest of schemes, your eyes might’ve been bigger than your stomach.
It was old work. Diavolo – as he insisted you call him, despite your best attempts to keep a semblance of formality between you and him – was eager to please, quick to show you he was just as enthusiastic as you claimed to be and dedicate one of the more expendable rooms in his sprawling castle to your little engagements. The tools of your trade were discussed and crafted into familiar shapes: thorns braided into the lashes of the whips, runic symbols you’d long-since forgotten how to read burnt into the leather of the riding crop, a small vial of holy water waiting beside a gold-lined tub of water. Even the dagger you were holding was of celestial design, the blade symmetrical and gilded with pure silver, the hilt molded but not padded, allowing the chill to seep into your palm without reservation.
It was a relief, however small, that you wouldn’t have to use the demonic weapons you’d nearly gotten used to. In the Devildom, suffering was just another tool, something to be used when convenient and drowned out with needless hedonism when not. In the Celestial Realm, suffering was holy.
There was nothing holy about this, though. You’d had the foresight to restrain him, binding his wrists and ankles to each poster of his grand bed with enchanted chains, but he offered no resistance. Even brought low enough to fall into his demonic form, to show himself with leathery wings sprouting from his back and gold-adorned horns curling upward from his scalp, he retained as much of his composure as you could expect him to, keeping his claws curled into his palms and dulling his fangs with the occasional whimper or sudden gasp. When you dragged the point of the blade from the spine of his wing to the small of his back, he arched as if leaning into your brutal touch and clenched his eyes shut, but he didn’t scream. You almost wished he would. At least then, you’d be able to tell if you were making progress.
It was old work, but more importantly, it was work you’d been good at, once upon a time. Your mind might be out of practice, but your hands remembered how to move, how to cut, at just what angle to hold your dagger as you slid the flat of the blade into the incision. It was a delicate balance; applying enough force to cut through the connective tissue without tearing the epidermis. There was a slick sound from underneath your knife, a half-choked groan from Diavolo, and skin separated from muscle, leaving both intact and swimming in an agony of their own. It was beautifully precise, the kind of workmanship that should’ve gotten you a promotion. You could only regret that it was wasted on Diavolo.
Thick, dark blood washed over his tan skin, spilling out in every direction and distracting you from your task. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned to your supplies and took up the most limited of your precious tools: common table salt, imported from the human world and kept in a simple glass jar. You’d always known it had purifying properties that demons didn’t care for, but it’d surprised you just how difficult it was to get a hold of in the Devildom. Diavolo was strong enough to withstand it without being reduced to a pile of smoldering ash, but hopefully, the burn would be more than he cared to endure.
With great care not to get any on yourself, you took up the vial of holy water and undid the bottle’s seal, dampening the blade of your dagger with a generous portion. “Did you know that holy water can’t be diluted?” You asked, idly, taking one of the larger salt rocks between your thumb and forefinger and crushing it, savoring the slight sting before spreading the fine residue over one side of your blade. “My boss didn’t – used to lecture me for wasting it. You should really be more selective about your staff, down here.” You paused, bringing the point of your dagger back to Diavolo’s skin. You found your target quickly: the flesh over his shoulder blade, where the tissue was thin and the bone prominent. You drove it down with just enough force to break the skin, and in an instant, you were rewarded with the smell of burning flesh. “It was one of the first miracles the guys upstairs performed on Earth, after the humans realized they could it themselves without divine intervention. Remember to spare a drop for the next batch, and you’ve got an endless supply – as good as if it’d come from Micheal himself.”
You returned to the first incision, sliding your blade back into the slit you’d just carved. There was some resistance – Diavolo’s regenerative abilities were second to none, just as you’d expected from demonic royalty – but with grit teeth and a quirk of your wrist, you pushed through it, spreading your little concoction across raw, bleeding muscle. This time, Diavolo screamed, the sound animalistic and agonized and exactly what you were looking for. It reminded you of wind chimes, of church bells, of a timbre voice congratulating you on a job well-done as you stood over the maimed remains of a breathing corpse. Eager to chase that satisfaction, you pressed down harder, cutting into the muscle of his back before jerking your dagger back, ripping through tissue and flesh and leaving carnage in your path. You couldn’t just smell burnt flesh, this time – you could practically taste it, coating your tongue like ash and filling your lungs like smoke. Everything your blade touch seemed to melt, to scorch, leaving a filthy black char slashed across Diavolo’s back, infecting the wound you’d inflicted. If you were at work, if he were anyone else, you’ve taken it further, watched the blisters form down the curve of his back as you slowly and melodically removed each unnecessary vertebra of his spine, but he was a prince, and your goal wasn’t to kill him. You just had to make him wish he was dead when he was with you – that was all.
You dropped the dagger onto the stone floor, sucking in a harsh breath as you shook out your stiff fingers. You considered the whips, elegant in their design and brutal in the affection, then the golden tub, how good it would feel to string your fingers through his hair before you shoved his head below water, but the former would leave too many marks too quickly and the latter would’ve taken more preparation than you’d cared to make. Instead, you chose something you were less familiar with – a length of braided silver, leather handles molded onto either end. You slung it over your shoulder as you climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. Out of instinct, his wings shuttered, moving to fold themselves against his back, but you grabbed the arch of his left wing’s spine and forced it flat against the velvet sheets, holding it still as the appendage squirmed and thrashed below you. “No fighting back,” you muttered, because it was what you’d agreed on as you stepped over the threshold to his little homemade torture chamber, because it seemed like the last thing you’d want to hear when you were at someone else’s mercy. “Remember why I’m doing this. If you don’t want to take, I don’t need to give.”
“That’s not—” Heavy panting between each word, all attempts at speaking soon forfeited in favor of an airy gasp. You waited for him to settle, driving a nail into the delicate membrane of his wing for each second he failed to spit something out. “I understand,” he said, eventually, marking the first full thought he’d managed to express since you finished restraining him. “Keep going.”
You didn’t move. “Is that how you’re going to talk to me?”
A dry swallow, a moment of hesitation. A demon’s pride was a difficult thing to put aside, even for a demon like Diavolo. “Please.”
 If he’d been anyone else, you would’ve made him grovel.
But, you could only ask so much from such a spoiled prince.
“Raise your head.”
No pet names, no dark humor, no purring or cooing or anything spared to soften the words. He obeyed, tilting his head back and letting you wrap the cord once around his neck once, because anything more than that would only spread the agony, make it that much easier to differentiate from the feeling of your weight against his back, dampen the awareness that it was your hands holding the end of his noose. You wanted him to know it was you. As you pulled the cord taut, you pictured him lying in his own bed hours later, blood washed away and wounds bandaged. After the adrenaline was gone, the excitement replaced with hollow exhaustion and the cold absence of affection, would he cry? Would the pain get to him first, or the misery of it all, the aching realization that what you were doing to him wasn’t something people did to those they loved? Would he curse your name, any heartbreak stifled by pure loathing for the person who left him in such a state of desperation? Would he hate you?
“It’s not the tightness that leads to suffocation – another common misconception. Your guys already knew that one, though.” Crossing both ends of the cords over one another, you cranked them tighter, then tighter again. Admittedly, this kind of thing wasn’t your strong-suit – you’d never been the type to rely on raw strength alone – but the sturdiness of the cord did most of the work for you, winding into itself and biting into his skin without cutting into what laid beneath it. Or, without cutting into yet, at least.
“It’s the pressure,” you said as you leaned over him properly, planting your knees in the plush of the down-stuffed mattress. “That’s the real trick - being able to apply enough force to crush the windpipe and cut off the lungs. From there, all you have to do is—” You paused, letting out a soft, strained groan as you pulled the cord ever-tighter. If you let go of the handles, it would’ve held its shape, but it felt cruel to be so impersonal. “—sit back and watch.”
There was a whimper by way of response, more pleading than pained. His mouth fell open, something that could’ve been generously interpreted as the beginning of a word falling past his lips, but you took mercy on him, clicking your tongue as you braced yourself for what came next. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere.” And then, after a second of thought, “Have you ever thought about what it’d be like to hang to death, your highness?”
Even if he could answer, you wouldn’t have let him. You hauled him upward suddenly, letting the cord rise to the sensitive junction just underneath his chin and winding it farther, farther, until it made good on its threats and a thin cut formed across the curve of his throat, a twin laceration appearing on the other side a few seconds later. He struggled underneath you, attempting to maintain his composure and control his breathing until instinct took over and he was left gasping, sputtering, trying to force air back into the lungs you controlled, now. Despite yourself, the corners of your lips curled upward, a profound satisfaction flooding through your veins and momentarily blocking out what little rational thought remained. Diavolo was depraved, but this was your line of work, your field of expertise. You felt phantom hands on your shoulders, lips ghosting over the top of your head. You deserved to be happy, when you were doing so well at what you were meant to do. You deserved to take pride in a job well-done.
Struggling, struggling, then release. His shoulders dropped, his form going limp, and just as his eyes threatened to close and his mind gave out completely, you let go of the cord, letting it fall back to the base of his throat. It took a few more seconds to detangle, another to rub the lingering salt on your fingers into the new cuts on his neck. While he panted, drooled, made a mess of himself, you basked in your holy reverence, newly purified by the sacredness of your responsibilities. You remained there, in that state of simple contentedness, until Diavolo broke the silence.
“Is that—” A harsh breath, a fit of coughing. Your mind supplied the rest of his question automatically. Is that enough? Is it over, now?
You almost smiled, almost told him that it’d be over as soon as he decided that he couldn’t handle you, anymore, but he went on before you could, his tone playful despite the blood now seeping into his sheets. “Is that all?”
You felt something very heavy and very sharp fall into the pit of your stomach. “Of course not,” you said, because that’s what you were supposed to say. Because when they asked for more, you were supposed to give it to them.
Because, if he wanted more, you’d give it to him until he couldn’t stand the thought of ever letting you touch him again.
“We’re just getting started.”
~
You could get to the rose garden on your own, by now.
Lucifer and Barbatos were already seated in their usual places, both looking uncharacteristically relaxed. Barbatos’ smile got a little brighter as you approached, and after you’d slid into your designated seat, Lucifer greeted you with a clap of his hands, a lilt to his posture. “I assumed you and Diavolo would be arriving together.”
You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You’d learned quickly, within the first month of Diavolo’s proposal, that you’d been right to assume you wouldn’t be able to keep it yourselves for very long. Still, it surprised you just how quickly he told Lucifer and Barbatos about your little trysts. “He’s still cleaning up.”
Barbatos’ constant smile took on a teasing quirk. “What a heartless lover you are, to leave him alone in a state like that.”
“He knew I wasn’t the doting type going into this.” It wasn’t a lie. You’d never claimed that any part of your attention would be the loving kind, that whatever polite affection you showed to him when he dragged you out to upper-crust restaurants and diamond-studded nightclubs and parties with only the Devildom’s most elite in attendance wouldn’t extend to the time you spent alone together. Love was a pretense, not a necessity. You could only hope Diavolo was tender hearted enough to be hurt by your callousness. “You’re the babysitter, here. Shouldn’t you be the one patching him up?”
He moved to respond, but Lucifer was quick to cut in, leaning forward as he spoke. “Have you two already—” A coy smile, a vague gesture with a gloved hand. You weren’t sure what’d gotten into him. You’d never seen Lucifer or Barbatos so giddy, even if the extent of their excitement seemed to be a few probing questions and a new willingness to bare their teeth without snapping at your throat. “—well, I’m sure you know.”
You swallowed, dryly. The idea of sex hung over your relationship like a funeral shroud, weighing the heaviest when you stepped over the threshold and into whatever makeshift dungeon he’d chosen for the two of you that night, when he spared you a smile that meant he could only be expecting one thing.  You didn’t want to know what would happen if he continued not to get it, but you didn’t want to sleep with him, either. You didn’t want to sleep with him. You didn’t want to give up that much of yourself, to fall that deeply into the den of vipers you couldn’t seem to claw your way out of. You knew, rationally, that you were already as tainted as you could possibly be, that Diavolo couldn’t possibly touch you in way that was worse than how you touched him, but your heart refused to give up on the idea that you weren’t beyond redemption, just yet.
Surprisingly, Barbatos came to your defense, although you couldn’t say he sounded very empathetic. “Keep your mind out of the gutter,” he said, in a way that implied that this was a subject they’d already discussed in-depth. “You know how hard it can be for fallen angels to adjust.”
“Not every fallen angel. It only took me a decade to make a name for myself.” He’d also made the choice to fall, but you thought better than to say that aloud. “It’s just a matter of getting a taste for it. Let them take the plunge now, before our little prince loses patience.”
You opened your mouth, but anything you might’ve said died on your tongue as the weight of two hands settled on each of your shoulders, as you felt Diavolo press a kiss into your cheek. You bit back a grimace, but the contract was mercifully fleeting, gone as soon as Diavolo straightened his back and directed his attention to the rest of the table. “What am I supposed to be so impatience about, exactly?”
Lucifer was quick to change the topic. “I was starting to think that you’d forgotten about us.”
Rather than turn to Lucifer, his eyes fell back to you. You could feel his stare, awful and adoring, boring into you as he spoke.
“As if I could ever think of anything else.”
~
You found yourself undressed and barely conscious on a golden rug in front of a searing fireplace a few days later.
Your body felt lighter than it should’ve been. In hindsight, you’d had too much to drink to be around another person, let alone underneath one. You’d thought, foolishly, that another sip, another glass, another bottle of wine would help to settle your nerves, to make you seem like an easier conquest than Diavolo would’ve liked, but all it’d done was make you too easy to turn up – prey that’d already been left to bleed by some other conveniently absent predator. It might’ve been your own fault, for assuming Diavolo would show more courtesy to you than you’d ever shown to him. It might’ve been your own fault, for going out of your way to pretend you so genuinely couldn’t tell the difference between cruelty and love.
Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear. You could hear footsteps somewhere in the muddled distance, make out a song of a hum just above the soft crackling of the fireplace, and then, he was back, settling onto the mess of sheets and pillows beneath you, an overfull goblet in one hand and the other suddenly cupping your cheek. He wore nothing, save for the chokingly tight collar of silver chain you’d wrapped around his neck hours ago. You could remember holding a tether, feel the strip of leather biting into your palm, but you must’ve let go of it at some point. Whatever happened, it was gone now.
Drifting lower, you could see where your nails had cut into his chest, his back, his throat. You might’ve bitten him, too – you could taste something heavy and metallic on your tongue, but it would’ve been impossible to tell if it was his blood or your own. He’d made no attempt to hide your marks, to wash the remaining blood and slick and saliva off his skin. They were filthy creatures, demons. Filthy, and sinful, and undeserving. If you had your way, they’d be left to dwell in their vile hedonism for the rest of time, left alone to their self-indulgent wickedness until they all began to rot. Or, better yet, brought to some great altar built to celebrate their demise, their beating hearts carved out and offered up in repentance. You’d do the butchering yourself, if you had to.
You wanted to dip yourself in a vat of acid. You wanted to bathe in light. You wanted to scream and thrash as Diavolo took your hand, then your wrist, dragging you into a sitting position until you could you had to rely on your own unsteady posture to keep yourself up-right, but you didn’t, didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound as he brought the goblet up to your lips. Sacrament, you thought, as you swallowed down as much of the sweet wine as you could before he took that away from you too, replacing the goblet’s mouth with his own. You didn’t kiss back, didn’t throw yourself against him and beg for his love, his attention, but he pulled away with a satisfied hum. “I think this might be when you’re the most beautiful,” he sighed, cupping your cheek. “In my home, painted with my marks, silhouetted by the firelight…” He let his shoulders drop, and his tone took on a wistful lull. “It’s a breath-taking sight, and you don’t know how much relief it brings me to know that I’ll be the only person to ever see it.”
Your eyes fell to the rug, nearly gaudy in its splendor. You swore to yourself that, if you ever managed to get away from Diavolo, you’d never willingly lay your eyes on a single piece of gold again. “Does…” You started, then trailed off, bowing your head before going on. “Does it ever bother you, knowing I don’t feel the same way?”
You wanted to be more transparent, to say that would never love him, to make it clear that all you’d ever try to do was hurt him, but even to your loathing-addled mind, the words sounded too harsh, too cutting with too little to gain from choking them out of your sore throat and past your bruised lips. Then again, what you actually managed to say didn’t seem to hurt him enough – his smile only taking on a softer note as he leaned forward, letting his lips ghost over your forehead. “Sometimes,” he admitted, with less strain than you’d expected. Less strain than you’d known you were looking for, before he responded so easily. “But not often. Not at all, when I have you with me.” He paused, brightened. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to love me?”
He was better than you. He was stronger than you.
You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything at all.
~
You rarely said anything to Diavolo at all, anymore.
Not that he minded. It was the shape of you by his side that he liked, more than anything – the feeling of your eyes on him, the awareness that if you were on top of him, you couldn’t be anywhere else, with anyone else. He was kind enough to explain his obsession in more depth after you first summoned the courage to ask, to tell you about his possessive urges as you raked a barbed whip across his back, to recount the names of those he’d rather die than lose you to in gasped breaths while you forced his head into a vat of holy water. There was sex, sometimes, when you thought you could stomach it, when it seemed like your usual pastimes wouldn’t be enough to stop him from resorting to less mutual shows of affection. You were more distant on those days than most.
You were more distant today than you’d ever been before. It was almost like ascension, astral projection – you couldn’t recall ever feeling so totally disconnected, only vaguely aware of the gentle throbbing in your cunt, the heat dripping down the inside of your thighs, the feeling of Diavolo’s teeth burrowed into your shoulder. You’d been lax in your preparation, too strung-out to really care if he got away. His ankles were unrestrained, his wrists bound behind his back with little more than a length of bronze cord embedded with thorns, not unsimilar to those you’d find in his beloved garden. They were strong enough to cut into his skin, sturdy enough to tear when he thrashed, and if you were more yourself, you might’ve been able to admire the craftsmanship, the thought that must’ve gone into each and every pinprick of suffering. You weren’t, though, and you couldn’t really bring yourself to appreciate much of anything.
He was making those sounds, again. Even in the face of your vow of silence, he was so fucking noisy – always whimpering or whining or moaning unabashedly while you dragged the blade of your dagger up the length of his spine, dispassionately watching skin split open and hot, crimson blood trail down his arched back. There was a raspy groan, a pair of pointed canines lodged that much deeper into your flesh, then you felt his cock twitch inside of you, still hard despite your motionlessness. It’d been months since the last time he let you take someone else apart, make someone cry in agony without having to listen for something less wholesome playing underneath the surface. If it hadn’t been for the raised lash-marks across his chest and thighs, the feeling of his blood washing over your skin, you’d be tempted to think you were the one being tortured.
With a half-swallowed sigh, you rolled your hips against him, letting your eyes fall shut and total, absolute numbness wash over you in heavy waves. It would’ve been a valuable skill to have a few hundred years ago, when you were constantly being reprimanded by your higher-ups for not being able to remain as stoic as your fellow acolytes, for caring too much about the responsibilities they’d assigned to you minutes after you came into existence. It was hypocrisy, bold and shameless. No one batted an eye when Simeon exorcised a small army’s worth of demons, when Micheal took to the human world with plagues of locusts and rivers of blood, but you were punished for believing what you’d been told, for holding yourself too close to the holy light. For doing your job and doing it well.
Diavolo drifted, drawing back just far enough to bury his face in the side of your neck, to press himself so suffocatingly close to you. You felt the ghost of a hand on the small of your back, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as a softened voice whispered platitudes of family and forgiveness and virtue, as it offered hollow promises of prayer and purification and, worst of all, love. He said you’d be able to go home, one day, after your penance in the shadows, after you realized how lucky you were to serve in such a benevolent cause. He promised he would bring you home.
Diavolo tilted his head back, his dark eyes meeting yours for the first time since you’d gotten him underneath you, and something in the hollow, frigid depth of your chest cracked open. There was nothing graceful in the way you drew your knife back, nothing purposeful in the way you drove it into his chest. You pictured vital veins and arteries, listed off organs even a demon wouldn’t be able to live without, but all planning and precision was lost in favor of driving your blade into him with wild abandon, plunging your knife into anything you could reach and twisting – turning anything you touched to viscera. Tissue was torn to gory ribbons, muscle diced and shredded, his skin soon little more than a failing barrier between you and what you were trying so desperately to tear out of him. You bounced on his cock as you worked, ignoring the way it throbbed against the walls of your cunt as you dedicated yourself to your task. When your dagger had outlasted its usefulness, you dropped it and took to using your own wretched, unforgivable hands. You found the spines of his ribs easily, tore through them with only the slightest amount of strain. You only noticed Diavolo was moving when you started to push into his diaphragm, his arms straining against his restraints as he thrashed beneath you – trying to free himself, or knock you away, or do something that stopped you from getting what you wanted. From hurting him in a way he couldn’t get off on. From letting you ever return to the paradise you deserved, the paradise you were owed.
His teeth burrowed into your jugular. He wasn’t trying to mark you, anymore – he wanted to end you before you ended him, to survive longer than you planned to let him. It wasn’t enough, though. You swallowed down the pain, muttering prayers under your breath as you surged forward and taking hold of the pulsing muscle in his chest. You felt something hot and awful flood into your pussy – a bodily reflex, you figured, although you’d start to doubt that in the near-future – but ignored the filth flooding into your veins, forced yourself to focus on taking hold of his beating heart and tearing it free from its restraints, from its bondage. Cupped in your palms, you carried it out of your chest with all the love and all the care of a midwife bringing life into the world, and finally, finally, finally, Diavolo went limp underneath you, lips parted and form limp. You let out a sob of relief, dragging yourself away from his unmoving body and onto the cold, stone floor; your legs giving out seconds later and leaving you in a crumpled heap, as useless as you’d always been.
Tears streaming down your cheeks, you brought Diavolo’s heart to your lips and swallowed it whole, its warmth lingering on your tongue for seconds. Then, you pulled your legs against your chest, buried your face in your knees, and started to cry.
You were allowed to dwell in your misery for one blissful, liberating second before that was brought to an end, too. “My love?”
You didn’t move. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It was just another ghost sent to haunt you, another punishment for letting yourself think of anything but your orders, your responsibilities. When you heard metal snap, when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you only curled deeper into yourself, digging your nails into your thighs as something bloody and blasphemous settled beside you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to cry.” You wished you still had your wings, something to curl around yourself. You wished you could feel the sunlight again. “Was I not convincing enough? We can try again, if you’d like.”
You wished you could be anywhere but here. “Get away from me.”
“Having one of your little episodes again?” He worked a hand under your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back. His chest was still covered in blood, flecked with bits and pieces of himself, but you couldn’t make out a trace of the gaping wound you must have inflected onto him, couldn’t seem to put what you were looking at together with what you’d just done. It was a visible untruth your mind just couldn’t seem to make sense of, an unignorable mistake in the fabric of reality that no amount of staring could correct. Diavolo sighed wistfully, the noise heavy with tender affection, and his hands fell to your waist, hauling you onto his lap as he’d done so many times before.
You could still taste the bitter meat of his heart on your tongue, still feel the mass of muscle and sinew lodged in your throat, and yet, as your head settled against his chest, you were met with that tell-tale beating, as strong and as steady as it’d ever been. As if you hadn’t accomplished anything. As if you hadn’t done anything at all. “You’re a handful,” he said, pressing a shallow kiss into your temple. “But you’re mine.”
He dipped lower, moved to kiss you, but you weren’t willing to wait as long as it would’ve taken him to reach you. With jerky, erratic movements, you shifted onto your knees, strung your arms around his neck, forced your mouth against his before he could do the same to you. There was a startled sound, a tightened hold on your waist, but Diavolo melted into your sudden affection quickly enough. Your skin crawled, your thoughts spiraling, but you didn’t care. You weren’t sure you’d ever care about anything again.
You’d already been forced out of paradise, tainted beyond redemption and stripped of any hope of returning to the light.
The least you deserved was to enjoy your eternity in the darkness.
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kadeeesworld · 9 months
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Protective Boyfriend Diavolo Headcannons!
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Nobody messes with you and lives that’s a promise and if he could make it a law he would— actually somebody phone barbatos the prince has questions!!
He’s super serious about you, your well being is top priority for him and you will have the best care if he can help it nothing less.
If Diavolo catches anybody at rad or on the street bad mounting you they’ll be receiving a very friendly visit from barbatos and if what they said was bad enough he’ll show up personally.
A number of times he’s brought up you moving into the castle with him for your comfort and safety of course, not that he’s doesn’t trust the brothers or anything but after your first death™️ he’s very skeptical and gets very worried when he hasn’t seen you in a while.
Has barbatos keep a close eye on you when he’s been swamped with paperwork and can’t see you. He has barbatos report hourly if he can about your status and whereabouts and if he hears something he doesn’t like you’ll be getting a summons or an in person visit, nothing too serious he just really needs to see you and make sure you’re alright.
His heart simply couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you again on his watch especially after he’s gotten into a relationship with you, and if anything should happen the devildom itself for lack of better words should prepare for all hell to break loose.
All in all you’re literally the love of his life and he’d do just about anything for you if you asked, give him something impossible and he’ll make it possible when it comes to you, his love or his power knows no bounds and nobody can stop him.
You’re his after all and he’s all yours, now until forever.
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atrixamicus · 8 months
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+:。.。𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓷-𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷。.。:+
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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚜: '𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎' 𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 [𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎] 𝚡 𝙶𝙽.𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟽𝚔
𝙲𝚆: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙
𝙰/𝙽: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎
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+:。.。𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓼。.。:+
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𝙰 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕? 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?
𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖.
𝚂𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.
𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎? 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎? 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝… 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎���? 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎? 𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝?
𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘?
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝..? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚣𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚋. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑… 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎.
𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.
𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌? 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔? 𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗-𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗-𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎.
𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐?
𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞!𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝..? 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎… 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?
𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍… 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜’ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘��𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝 ��𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑.
𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝.
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𝙰 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎? 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎!
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎! 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚗.
𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜… 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔.
𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏… 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗.
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𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?
𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟺/𝟽 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜.
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍.
𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘.
𝙾𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘..?
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs
⊶⊰❣⊱⊷ᗰᗩᔕ丅ᗴᖇᒪᎥᔕ丅⊶⊰❣⊱⊷
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weirdthinkingdragon · 9 months
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Because of in obey me's surprise guest diavolo favoring chest being tapped, I just KNOW he loves having your head or face on his chest as much as possible whether you like it or not.
Cuddling? Him on his back with your head on his chest.
Hugging? He will lean down if he has to the point your face is pressed on his chest.
Angry at him? He thinks your face in his chest will help (sadly it usually does) and pushes you right on it no matter where or what he's doing.
Even if you somehow managed to end up play-wrestling, your face will in the end end up on his chest.
Pretty much at least 50% of your time with him is you on his chest. Better hope you're into that, because there's no escape from it. Not even Barbatos or Lucifer can stop him for long if you want a break from it.
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shallyouobeyme · 6 months
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Rise
Obey Me - Yandere!Brothers x Reader (GN); Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (GN)
Summary: Your death had not been an unexpected one - at least for the seven reasons behind it - what had been unexpected was what happened afterwards. How far are the residents of hell willing to go to get you back?
! Minors Do Not Interact !
TW: Major Character Death, Death of a relative (mentioned), Yandere!brothers can be interpreted either as platonic or romantic, poison, murder, Manipulation, blackmailing, non-consensual kissing, angst generally, I do not condone this - this is all just fiction
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Everything about your death had been planned prior, not a single detail was unaccounted for. At least for the ones behind it. You yourself had no idea that you were eating your last meal one Friday evening - it had been Lucifer's turn to cook and he made one of your favourites - and you were enjoying dinner with all the brothers. Quite honestly, you should have known something was afoot simply by the fact that all of them were on their best behaviour, no fighting, no cursing - the literal and the magical kind - and even Levi was acting sociable, without a handheld console anywhere in sight. Belphegor was wide awake (at least for his standards), Beelzebub was eating with relative moderation, Mammon wasn't bragging about any of his new purchases, Satan was calm as he could be, and Asmodeus had his complete attention on you, but not in his typical flirty way. It was like they were all trying to savour the moment.
Lucifer seemed to be the same as always, but you knew him too well and knew how to look beyond his shell. He was sad, somehow, and you would have guessed this sense of self-loathing that his pride usually didn't allow, but that always was just below the surface was bubbling up. Why, you didn't know, but you figured you'd ask him after dinner when you had some alone time. When you were finished eating, Mammon jumped up exclaiming that he'd do the cleaning today and you knew one of the brothers would ask what he was trying to even out now, which scheme of his he needed to repent for before it had actually come out. Not a word was said though. That was the moment when you became slightly suspicious, but sadly not suspicious enough - not that there was anything for you to change at that point. The deed had already been done.
A yawn straight out of your mouth pulled you away from your suspicions. You were really tired all of a sudden. The day must have been more exhausting than you had thought. 'Oh well', you thought as your eyelids slowly became heavier, 'you had time to ask Lucifer about what was going on tomorrow, after all, it was the weekend and you had had all the time in the world'. 'All the time in the world', oh how silly that phrase now sounded. You said goodbye to the brothers, giving each of them a small kiss on their cheek as it had established itself in your routine before you turned to leave for your room. 'MC', Lucifer had called after you as if wanting you to stop, but when you turned around to him, he seemingly had discarded whatever it was he had wanted, instead telling you to sleep well.
And you did sleep well, for about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes later, your heart beat for the last time, and then your body grew cold and stiff and lifeless. Death had come for you at last. A peaceful death, that the brothers knew for sure because as they all sat waiting in the dimly lit living room, they only felt a slight ache and a sense of finality as their bonds broke apart. It was regretful that they had to these measures and they were well aware that for the rest of their eternal lives, they'd mourn their actions - but what had to be done was done, this was the only way. The one way that would mean that you would spend eternity with them.
Their plan had first started being formulated when you had gotten news of a relative of yours dying - they had been old and sick and their death had not been an unexpected one. The brothers had decided they'd be there to help you mourn and cheer you up, but they found that while you felt the pain of your loss you were actually relieved, knowing that your relative now didn't have to suffer anymore, especially since they had made peace with their end already. It was what you said when Levi had wondered how you could be so nonchalant about death that kickstarted it all. 'We all die at the end, some sooner, some later - death is a part of life and I find that fleeing from it is impossible so I might as well embrace life for the short time it blesses me.'
They had always known that you'd die one day - they knew you were mortal, but still, knowing that you knew that you would, made this more real. It meant that it was something that would happen in the near future (for them at least) and after they had a long talk where all of them agreed that they could not, would not, live without you anymore they decided that the only way for you to be with them forever was to make you like them, to have you be a demon. That way you'd be safe in the Devildom - not that they'd stop protecting you - and you'd be bound to them for eternity, just like the pacts had bound them to you. But for a mortal to become a human, they had to die first.
Lucifer had cleared things with Diavolo - made him promise that once you died and came to hell, he'd make you into a demon (decidedly not mentioning that your death might happen sooner than the prince might expect) - and Satan took care of a poison that would make you die peacefully and painlessly in your sleep. From then on everything would be simple, your soul would come down to hell, that much was sure, you had made pacts with not one, not two, but all seven of the lords of hell, so there wasn't a way in the world that you'd end up in heaven.
That's what they had been so very sure of, but they didn't realize just how pure you were, how you had been able to keep your soul shining and clean even while surrounded by the worst of the worst, how you hadn't indulged in sin even while being surrounded by it. It might have been your celestial heritage or just your heart of goodness, but it seems the great father had his eyes on you and decided to give you another chance after your death. A new life as an angel - the same soul just elevated into a high, celestial position, and without memories about your mortal life. The brothers had no idea of your new angelic self, just mulling over the fact of how long it was taking you to make the track to hell, worrying that you might have been trapped in the mortal realm with unfinished business. It was Simeon who cleared it up for them, he had been in Celestia with Luke while they had ended your life, so when he appeared in the mansion, face white as a sheet and eyes filled with sadness, exclaiming that you were in Celestia now, that you had no memories, asking the brothers what had happened to you, why they hadn't been informed of your untimely demise. They improvised, exclaiming that you had died of some natural causes that unsuspectedly came with a mortal like you spending so much time in the Devildom, that they were in deep mourning and hadn't even gotten to contact your family yet. Simeon - too goodhearted for his own good - believed them, telling them that he'd mourn with them, but it was what he said before he left again that stuck in their mind: He'd take good care of your soul in Celestia.
No, they wouldn't let this happen. They'd do whatever they had to, whatever it took, to have you back in their midst again. A new plan formed, this one more destructive and with much more dire consequences, but they did not care anymore. Lucifer was again the one to get Diavolo's help but this time he was straightforward about it - he knew that he'd act on it with or without the prince's help. It was a surprise how quickly Diavolo agreed and how eager he was to help, it was a sign of his own ulterior motives, but having Diavolo on their side was the biggest trump card they could gain so Lucifer decided to keep that to himself.
Their plan would surely lead to another century, if not more, of animosities between the realms. It might even lead to another Celestial war, but the brothers were more than prepared to fight their former brethren if it was just to have you in their reach again. And so it was enacted ruthlessly and without hesitation. The seven of them along with Diavolo could easily summon an angel, even one as protected and new as you, and so when you arrived in the middle of their circle they were all too ready to embrace you tight enough to make sure you could never escape, the would have clipped your beautiful white wings - the same that Lillith had sprouted out of her back when she was alive and celestial - and would have buried your halo below the deepest ditch in the deepest sea, but they knew that that was not the end goal of their plan. Instead, Diavolo made you an offer. To join him. To become one of the rulers of hell, the eighth lord/lady of hell, and get a power beyond a simple angel's imagination. Of course, you declined, no self-respecting angel without any reason would agree to that, after all, angels were made, born, with the knowledge that the inhabitants of the Devildom were evil, the enemy.
Again, the brothers had expected you to decline, but they wanted to have at least offered it to you under these circumstances. They would get what they wanted one way or another though and so after a simple snap of Diavolo's fingers, Barbatos entered the room, carrying in his hand a small angel. He was holding him with his hand around his neck from behind and Luke was either unconscious or... you didn't want to think about what the or was. Of course, he was just sleeping from a potion in the cookies he had made with Barbatos earlier, during the baking session they had used to lure him down to the Devildom to work as their blackmail.
The ultimatum was clear. Agree, become one of them, and Luke would go free, or decline, go back to Celestia with the knowledge that the young angel, one of Michaels's very own pupils, had died while you could have stopped it. Had you retained your memories from your mortal life, you might have believed that they wouldn't have dared to hurt Luke, but even then you would have been wrong because there was nothing that was too far in their attempt to regain you by their side.
The goodness that had brought you into this situation in the first place was now also the reason for your decision. No way could you live with yourself knowing that you could've stopped Luke's death. And so you held out to shake Diavolo's hand, only for him to pull you towards him and kiss you deeply. The kiss was unexpected, but it turned out to be a welcomed distraction from the burning that started in your midst and widened out until it had reached every single part of your body. Your wings felt like they were made of pure fire as the feathers that were white as snow before turned into an ashen grey. The pain was almost as bad as the one in your temples where horns came out and curled backwards until they were horizontal to your head with a slight angle.
When the kiss - and the transformation - had ended the complete morph of your body took its toll as you fell right into Diavolo's arms. At that point Diavolo saw himself faced with a choice, he was so tempted to just take you with him - make you his partner like he knew you would one day be the moment he had given you your first kiss, now was the perfect chance, you were a demon like him now - but the brothers would surely wreak havoc up him and his kingdom if he did and he had more than enough time after all. People didn't expect him to be a patient man given his childish demeanour, but for you he was willing to wait decades, if not centuries, knowing that once he had you, he'd have you forever by his side. For now, he'd let the brothers take you home, coddle and care for you while they searched for ways to bring your memories back. They'd surely have their work cut out for them, after all - as Barbatos had explained after your transformation - as a result of a mix of celestial blood and the pacts you had with them during your time as a mortal, you were now the ultimate sin, an amalgamation of all of them: pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, hunger and sloth.
A/N: My thirteenth entry into Yandere Writetober - based on the result of a poll I held - I hope you all liked this slightly longer and more experimentally written Friday the 13 'special'. If you did, I would really appreciate a comment or a reblog. Look forward to tomorrow's entry 'castle'
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Hi love, can you please write a diavolo yan love letter ? 🙏 :>
Yessss Happy birthday to you tooooo~ Sorry this is little late
Yandere Diavolo Love letter
Hello my dear sheep.
I hope you enjoyed your time at Devildom. I hope you have also learned a lot of new things. At least I have learned a lot from you. I'm really happy that you've bravely embraced this new experience. Surely many people would not dare to do this… Another reason why you are special.
As I said, I'm glad you came to get to know our exchange program. And as you know, unfortunately it's coming to an end very soon. And this is really sad because I have to admit that I really enjoyed your company.
I really enjoyed introducing you to the wonders of devildom. About how different our cultures are and your beautiful smile… Between us I really wouldn't want it to end. I would like it to go on forever and ever. I'd like to keep you always here… near me.
I'm a little sad at the thought of you having to go… Until I realized you don't have to. There's nothing stopping you from staying. Wouldn't that be great? You could get to know Devildom more…
You could stay at my place. I'm sure there's room for you in my castle. Doesn't that sound good? Yes, I know it's a great idea and you must be excited. That's why I asked Barbatos to move your stuff today. That's why your room is empty when you read this.
Isn't this a nice surprise my little sheep? However, friends make surprises for each other… And hopefully we will become more than friends during your extended stay.
Sincerely Diavolo
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yan-lorkai · 4 months
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hello! your requests are open, so here i am! could i request the dateables noticing that mc hates demon food? like complete refusal to eat it, even starving themselves if there is no option for human food. if you dont want to do the group it can just be barbatos :3
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.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Honestly Devildom food really can be something else ತ⁠_⁠ತ, though I can understand Mc since I would also hesitate to eat anything that seemed strange. How would I even know that the dishes weren't poisonous to humans? Regardless I hope you enjoy!
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Characters: Simeon, Barbatos, Solomon, Thirteen & Diavolo
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, forced feeding, that's all.
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Simeon understands your struggle with eating Devildom's food since everything is so different from what you are used to, but the angel understands that you need to adapt since you will be spending a long time down here. Simeon is not at Barbatos' level but he prepares varied snacks and meals hoping you'll find something you like; the result however is always the same. You hate it and he doesn't have the heart to force you to eat it, even for him the demons' food is extremely strange and has a peculiar taste.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Lying is wrong, but if you don't eat anything you will get sick. So Simeon lies about the ingredients that Diavolo supposedly sent to you and uses his angelic magic to disguise the taste, the texture, the smell and to change the appearance of the dish. If you discover his little lie, he will feel guilty and apologize, and he will be sincere about his intentions. He doesn't like lying to you after all but he's not gonna let you starve yourself, he will hold you in his lap and spoonfed you if necessary.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Barbatos imagined that something like this could happen, after all demonic cuisine is completely different and he can understand why you would be uncomfortable trying something so strange. There are dishes that genuinely don't look good but taste good but you vehemently refuse to try any dish that isn't human. But his knowledge about food is extensive, drinks, foods and fruits, he is sure he can create the perfect dish that suits your taste buds.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ However, starving yourself is not possible in front of him. If necessary, he will shove food into your mouth and hold your limbs while you struggle, and you will eat everything until there is no grain left. He can be an attentive butler when he needs to be, but if you continue to act like a child and refuse to eat he will think of more extreme measures to get you to eat.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Well... You are insistent on eating human food, but I think that after you taste Solomon's dishes you will be able to eat Devildom's dishes without any problems. Or, you can persist through the horrors and continue eating the food of your fellow human, whose appearance always looks like the food is going to jump off the plate and choke you to death. But well, it's human food like you wanted.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Solomon understands your reluctance to try Devildom's food since it looks strange, but he convinces you little by little to eat it so you don't get sick. And as a human, you trust him (bad idea, really, you shouldn't trust someone who doesn't know how to cook). While he gets you used to Devildom food, Solomon still happily cooks for you, even packing lunches for you and inviting you on kitchen dates to spend time together - the brothers and the dateables reaction is like this btw: (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ At least there are instant noodles, apples and pancakes in Devildom, so you can possibly survive on that.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen is a reaper, but reapers and demons share similarities in many things, especially food. It might be a little weird at first, but Thirteen likes it and she shares her food with you, piling food on your plate until it looks like a mountain and she watches you push and turn the vegetables and meat around. Humans are funny, why don't you just ignore the taste and texture and eat? You know that if you don't eat you can get sick and die, would this be your way of telling her that you want her to harvest your soul early? Oh my, are you courting her?
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen goes to the human world often to collect souls so while she is there she can bring you snacks and food that you like, however this all comes at a price. Sometimes it's easy things like spending time with her or helping her build her traps, but she tends to escalate her requirements with each trip made to the human world.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Diavolo, bless his heart, was too excited about the exchange program stuff and ended up forgetting about that little aspect. He's never tasted human food and you've never tasted demon food, so it's only fair that he invites you to a little feast where you can taste each other's worldly food. He's having the time of his life, listening to you talk about the human world and the place you live, but you're not having as much fun. Who the hell eats Quetzalcoatl Brain? What even is Quetzalcoatl brain?
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ It's important for you to note that although he has the power to bring human food here and he wants to do that, Diavolo won't. You will get used to this new cuisine whether you want to or not, isn't it customary to eat different foods when visiting different countries? You're just being silly in his opinion. Do you want to go hungry? May you go hungry then, it's his exchange program and he chose you to be part of it, your little aversion won't be a problem. In the end of the day, Diavolo could very well just use his magic to make you eat.
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Obey me idea: what if MC was turned into a sheep for anonymity’s sake? Say Diavolo realized that a lot of demons hate humans and have long memories so he turned MC into a sheep and gave them a fake name to protect them from retaliation after the exchange was over? And the brothers turn yandere for MC over the course of the exchange but they have no idea who they are? Then MC leaves (and prob didn’t leave a contact number cause they saw the red flags lol) and they freak out and try to find them again? It’s like a dark version of Cinderella, where the brothers try to clue together where they could find MC, and when they do… the reunion will be fantastic 😊 so what would the brothers reactions be in this case?
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Anonymous Sheep | Yandere Obey Me
Leaving it to Diavolo to make a conscious decision about your safety 
Never in a million years
But let's suspend our disbelief 
Let's say Diavolo actually had the forethought to put this in place for your protection against his favorite brothers
Ignoring the torture you ensued with your size, lack of hands, and your voice probably sounding weird
You’re mad grateful when it comes time to leave
Probably expressing your gratefulness when you start hanging out with him
He’s just so sad when you leave 
And even Barbatos is missing your presence in the castle 
So hey while the brothers are scrambling the internet and flying overhead in the human world to find some clue
Diavolo’s spending a lot more time in his new hotel
Hanging out with a specifically familiar human…
“Oh (Y/n)? No no, they're just…a friend…I made…who’s uh familiar with the human world…?”
Diavolo’s really bad with lying 
And eventually, Lucifer or Satan is picking up on the snake in the grass
“Hey…(Y/n) you ever heard about the devil dom?”
“What’s that?”
You best play dumb within an inch of your life
No nicknames, no laughing, nothing that gives you away
But the brothers are sly 
Satan or even Levi is slipping something into your food or trapping you in a perilous situation 
That forces you to admit your identity 
And when you do you are in trouble
“Ahhh~so, you thought you could run from us? With Diavolo no less? I’m sooo jealous!”
“Though we don’t have to be anymore now do we? Now that we found you we can take you back with us, right?”
“Yeah, not to mention we’ll get to discover this whole new side of you…the side you hid from us.” 
“Don’t pout, this is your fault for not giving us any way to contact you.”
“Yup! Speaking of do you have discord? Let me get it now! Or even better give me your password I’ll just see what you’ve got going on over here.”
“(Y/n), you're as light as you were before…I’ll have to make sure you eat more when we get home.”
The only one who can save you now is Diavolo or Barbatos
But Diavolo’s torn 
He loves being a part of the fun drama
What’s more fun than the siblings getting to know you more
“I’m interested to see what you guys think of the real (Y/n)! Haha, we’re already well acquainted. So I know everything…for the most part.”
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Omg I was thinking abt how the OB boys would be with an MC that has a beautiful voice. Like Lucifer would never admit hoe much he loves hearing them sing, Mammon would ask them to have a little concert so he can charge people even tho he thinks no one else deserves to hear their voice. Levi would want them to repeat his favorite characters voice lines, or the way Satan would love sharing them read books and how Asmo could sit and listen to them talk for hours. Ofc Belphie would want them to sing him to sleep and Beel would always invite them to his workouts, because sometimes he gets lucky and MC sings along to his music (he purposely plays songs he knows they like for that reason)
ohmigod buddy, you are so right! I especially love the mammon one for some reason. TvT LUCIFER IS A PIECE OF SHIT, ISN'T HE?! i would flirt with levi till he passes out XD. as someone who loves to read, i love the satan one ;-; asmo, yaassshhh let's get the gossip going. he definitely wants to become an idol with mc. he also starts a channel called "the voice of the devildom" or something where they ulpoad music videos. it's pro level. ah another day of belphie getting an excuse to be closer to mc ;) beel also loves it when you sing after he finishes eating. it's sweet.
mc would ace seductive speechcraft like a breeze if they have the confidence to say flirty lines-
i wrote for luci and some side characters TvT
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― synopsis -> when mc has a beautiful voice
― characters -> lucifer, diavolo, simeon, barbatos
― gender neutral reader
― headcanons
― warnings -> yandere content
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LUCIFER
The first time he catches you singing, he hides his presence and gets lost in your melody. That is when he decides that your voice must be his alone.
“Hmm. Why would you stop? Did I give you the permission to do so?”
Unbeknowst to you, he sometimes hums the songs that you are fond of singing when presumably alone. He never admits that he actually enjoys those. He lets on that it’s all his scheme to make your life miserable.
SIMEON
That sounds like the call of the divine, the voice of the angels! What lovely music it is to the ears!
“[Name], could you say the prayers today too? After all, your voice seems to be formed for this reason...”
Whenever he faces a writer’s block or feels frustrated in general, he asks you to read to him. Your voice has a quality that helps him visualise better. If you read any of his recent works, you will find how he writes about prophecies in enchanting voices, sirens calling out to bewitch angels or even a whisper in the dark. Your voice calls out to him in more ways than one.
DIAVOLO
What beautiful voice you possess! After this discovery, he decides to update his schedule to include an hour of you singing human world songs. Daily. What can be better than experiencing human world culture by enjoying the voice of his love?
He is enthusiastic about holding festivals and nudges, almost subtly forces, you to sing in those. After all, the entire Devildom must witness your talents and realise how amazing the various realms are. What potential healthy bonds can hold!
BARBATOS
Your voice reminds him of the soothing aroma of fresh tea. Even though the word ‘cunning’ perfectly suits Barbatos, he feels that you have a better claim to that title. You would speak innocently yet the words would pierce hearts. The moment you open your mouth in Seductive Speechcraft, even the Young Master is charmed.
Barbatos notices and knows that you do not have any ulterior motive but he can’t help but try to be on his guard and... ultimately fails. You are so cunning, aren’t you? Cunning and clueless... The things that you do to those around you and him. Can’t you see?
He has found that your voice helps his spirits to an extent where his efficiency improves too. How can he let you go after that? You will indulge him, won’t you?
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