#mephistos stuff

[mephistos-stuff]

Eulogy of a morning glory

(Aphrodisian Ecstasy series 2)

Back again

Defiling my sanctuary

Seeking my destruction

And your salvation

Clinging to me,

The hunger in your eyes calling to me

My wounded heart barely mended

Yet here you stand

Accusing me of confusion

Of depravity

As if your weren't the one who laid your hand against my ribcage and professed your devotion to me that faithful dawn

Only to burn our pages

and leave me to wither by noon light

And you return at dusk

To marvel at the beauty you so dutifully abandoned and destroyed

I was not made to last.

I was not made for much

And I was most certainly not made for you.

My cruel paramour

Or perhaps I was simply naive

To think that you would wear the skin of a lover and truly be one, so Ernest and true

A devotee of psyche

Beyond all truth, beyond all desire

Beyond the aching damnation that awaits me

You are already saved, do not drag yourself into that Inferno

You are a lover of souls

But go no further

For what awaits is no venture for souls alone

But bodies upon bodies

Tangled up in each other

Bodies

Patriarchs and matriarchs

Of desire and devotion alike

Flesh burning flesh

Making noise

Curling toes

A feast of flesh...

By mephisto

[bluewolfangel01]

~Best Gift of the Day~

Disclaimer: Although Mc is being given gifts on White Day does not mean they're female, I always write Mc as gender neutral unless asked otherwise

It was White Day in the Devildom which means that Mc was bombarded with all manner of gifts, attention, and activities from their favorite demons, angels, human, and reaper

The gifts had ranged from both sweet and sour treats, a variety of different colored flowers, both plain and extravegent jewelry, and lots more

And although it had been a wonderful day filled with so much love and affection, all the activities that everyone had planned left Mc feeling extra tired as they trudged to their room for the night

After making it to their room, and doing their nightly routine, Mc flopped onto their bed, but before they went to sleep, they decided to check their phone to make sure there weren't any messages they might have missed in the chaos of the day

They unlocked their phone and found that their homescreen had been changed without their knowing

What should've been their normal wallpaper was now a collage of pictures where Diavolo was in the middle making a heart with his hands, the 7 brothers + Barbatos surrounding Diavolo and making a giant heart out of their arms, and the angels + Solomon + Mephisto + Thirteen placed at the top and bottom holding signs that said "Happy Valentine's Day! We Love You!"

Mc remained still for a moment, before they began to smile and tear up from all the joy they got by looking at the collage and after a few minutes of admiring their new homescreen, they plugged in their phone to let it charge for the night and set it down

Before finally falling asleep, Mc decided that athough they got many gifts that day, the new wallpaper was by far the best

Idea based on this image

[authormars]

Muscles

Here's my take on the obey me characters and how muscular/strong/athletic they are.

Lucifer is athletic in the way a gymnast is. His body can contort very easily, if he stretches and he's naturally very flexible. He is physically strong, but his muscles aren't as visible on a day-to-day basis like, say, Diavolo and Beel.

Mammon is athletic in the way a track runner is. Thick thighs save lives, you know? He's not very built on the top half of his body, but he has incredibly strong and defined leg muscles.

Levi has basic strength in areas because of games like Beat Saber where he has to move. His muscles do not show and he definitely doesn't have a six-pack.

Satan doesn't work out very often, but as a wrath demon, he's naturally somewhat muscular. It's not visible unless he stretches, but he is strong.

Asmo is athletic like a dancer is. He has strength everywhere in his body. Though he isn't as flexible as Lucifer, he can contort his body better for his lovers. <3

Beel is incredibly muscular, as we see in game. Working out basically the thing he does for fun outside of stuff for his brothers and eating. His muscles show very easily and his physical strength is only beaten by Diavolo.

Belphie doesn't have basically any muscle. He's very light because he has a high metabolism, which makes him skinny, and he doesn't eat a whole lot.

Diavolo is incredibly muscular and very strong. He's also surprisingly flexible. Diavolo doesn't work out as much as Beel, but as a royal demon, he's built to keep muscle mass easily.

Barbatos is athletic like a ballet dancer. He has strength but he's incredibly graceful. He's not as flexible as Asmo, but he does do regular ballet stretches to keep the flexibility he has. A very skilled ballet dancer.

Solomon has some muscle. He originally built strength because of Asmo and he found he enjoyed going on the occasional run and lifting weights. He's average build, but is still strong.

Simeon is athletic, but his muscles aren't very visible. He is strong, but definitely not as strong as the big brutes (Beel and Diavolo). He prefers to dance and go on runs with Solomon to keep his strength up.

Mephisto isn't strong, but he is incredibly skilled at riding horses, which has to count for something. While he can throw a mean punch, he doesn't have the muscle or strength for a real fight.

Raphael works out regularly and is quite athletic. As a soldier, he has to keep his endurance and strength up. His build is average, like Solomon, but he has hidden strength.

Thirteen is athletic. She runs around a lot, so she's built up a lot of endurance. She has some muscle, but not much because she doesn't train for it. Reapers are naturally strong, so she doesn't worry about muscles.

If you have any asks, feel free to send me them!

[l3viat8an]

MC: Asmo, how did you convince Mephisto to help us?…….did you bribe him?

Asmo: Bribe?! Sweetheart, you know I would never lower myself to bribery!! I blackmailed him~

[temeyes]

sylus bday portrait wip (it's all i could draw LOL)

[journey-to-the-attic]

for the anon and @aomiaocao who requested it, and anyone else who might want them - transparent gifs of the gang rolling!

procreate's done something weird with some of the dust clouds but idk how to fix it so... hopefully it's not too much of an issue ^^;

original animation here

[opiopal]

I thought that I think often is about Mephisto, cause listen listen hear me out(this might be out of character idk dog I just have complicated fluff on the brain</3)

imagine there’s a day where mc is just EXHAUSTED,(stay with me) and basically he notices them nodding off during class and fighting to keep their eyes open, at first he’s a little annoyed and he goes to tell them as such after class- however he cuts himself off as he notices they’re swaying and still struggling all while standing (STAY WITH ME) so he questions WHY they’re so tired anyways, while cautiously raising a hand to hover just in case they actually do fall. Which they explain that for the last few nights they’ve been kept awake at the HOL and last night was the absolute worst, they try to explain that Levi was mad and mammon then belphie got involved after they bumped into him and.. and… and they loose their train of thought and apologize, (JINGLE JINGLE STAY WITH ME) and honestly mephisto thinks this is RIDICULOUS! Why would they be stupid enough to keep the human from sleeping?? Clearly they are not as strong as a demon, and if the human starts falling behind then it looks bad for Lord Diavolo! He totally doesn’t care about them in the slightest- it’s just a human after all, however they are very important to he just can’t help but intervene! so he does the only thing that comes to mind, later on in the day he tells them that he is stealing them after school for help on a project, which mc being themself they agree despite nearly fully asleep, Which also leads to mc straight up passing out at his place… all according to plan though! But what wasn’t planned was the fact that they were sleeping on his bed…

in the morning mc is very well rested and confused as to why they’re cuddling with the most pompous rich idiot they have ever met, and also have quite a few texts and missed calls from all the brothers. but they end up not really caring because my god that is the softest bed they have ever had the pleasure of laying on,

[midnight-in-town]

Top 5 things I wish to see before Ao no Exorcist ends

(Follow up to this post)

For the record, I don't believe we are in the final arc of AnE yet.

5) For Rin to experiment or explore Gehenna and maybe meet Yuri's ghost (?) and for Takara Nemu to be revealed to be Armumahel's Nephilim

I talked about Rin going to Gehenna before and same for Nemu as a Nephilim.

Bonus point if Yukio is the one going to Gehenna instead of Rin, who wants to understand Satan's view, to parallel Rin going to the past instead of Yukio, who wanted to understand their origins so badly.

4) Shura, wielding Rin's sword, vs Arthur.

(Kind of similar to their fight during the first season's final, now that I think about it)

Arthur, as a Paladin "saved" by the Uzai family and as Lucifer's clone, is an unfortunate pawn to both the Uzai family and the Illuminati.

Whereas Shura, who recently escaped her family curse (so she can relate to Arthur's section 13 background), was never persuaded by Mephisto's bullshit as an exorcist, was Shiro's apprentice (the one clone who rebelled against Section 13 and the Order) and Rin's mentor.

Bonus points for a fight involving possessed!Arthur by Lucifer vs Shura entering a temporary contract with Mephisto (or one of his strong kins) to beat him (would echo nicely with the whole Lucifer vs Mephisto theme).

As for Shura using Rin's sword, it's simple : she's a Knight and yet her sword is almost out of massive attack possibilities, after she fought against the lust guy. So maybe she'll need to use a different sword, temporarily (and besides if Rin's ego is going to Gehenna, he'll need to leave his sword to someone he can trust).

3) Renzo rescued by Bon, Koneko and his brothers +/- Mamushi.

Because, between the Order and the Illuminati, Renzou will always choose the Myo Dha and, despite what he thinks, he's not Takezou's replacement to his family nor is he only a protector to Bon and Koneko.

Anyway, they all care so much about him, at some point he'll have to believe it, if they show him strongly enough.

I'm just not sure about Mamushi because, while I would love for her to be there and to confront Todo directly or through Homare, this might be a lot to make happen at the same time, narratively.

In any case, Juuzo is definitely worried about his brother (and not just about Bon & Koneko) in ch 152.

2) Amaimon + Shiemi vs the Uzai family from the Shemihaza faction

Because Amaimon is treated like a pawn by Mephisto & the Shemihaza faction, as much as Shiemi is a pawn to the Uzai family and the Order.

Also the whole Amaimon subservient to Shemihaza thing ? It's gotta go, it's too far in the past.

I say Shiemi is the Shemihaza who finally frees him, which would echo nicely with her gaining her own freedom for the first time after so many of her foremothers sacrificed their lives for the Order.

1) Yukio & Rin teaming up, similarly to the Yuri/Shiro incredible team during the Blue Night

I don't care if it's meant to be destroying Satan, the Illuminati or the Order (best choice would be all 3), but bonus points if Rin and Yukio also tell Mephisto & the Order to butt off, like Shiro did, when he took Yuri away.

Because, like father like sons and anyway, narratively speaking, Mephisto gotta stop using the twins as pawns after he doomed their dad.

[nicht-ganz-allein-sunny]

"Du kannst dich nicht auf einer Bühne hinter Shakespeare verstecken, während immer mehr Nazis in die Parlamente gewählt werden."

...wirft Barbara Bruckner ihrem Ehemann Hendrik Höfgen an den Kopf, bevor sich der Vorhang in der MEPHISTO Inszenierung der Münchner Kammerspiele zur Pause schließt.

Und in dem Moment hört mein Herz für eine Sekunde auf zu schlagen, nur um dann in heftiges Rasen zu verfallen, dass sich auch Stunden nachdem die Vorstellung bereits geendet hat nicht wirklich einstellen will.

MEPHISTO von Klaus Mann - der Roman einer Karriere, wie uns der Untertitel so schön mitteilt - ist einer dieser Texte, zu denen ich durchaus ein bisschen Ahnung und vor allem eine ganze Menge an Meinung habe.

Und eine ebendieser Meinungen ist, dass man den Text aus Klaus Manns Roman in einer guten Inszenierung hervorragend für sich alleine stehen lassen (so wie es zum Beispiel in dieser Spielzeit am DNT Weimar mit Erich Kästners FABIAN gemacht wurde), dabei auf große Neuinterpretation und Fremdtexte verzichten kann und es dem Publikum überlässt, die erschreckend mühelosen Parallelen zur Gegenwart zu ziehen.

An den Münchner Kammerspielen bringt man unter Regie von Jette Steckel die Romanvorlage mit einer dynamischen Überschreibung auf die Bühne, die zeigt, das man den eigentlich eh schon aussagekräftigen Text eben doch noch ergänzen kann.

Das Bühnenbild ist eigentlich ziemlich simpel: ein paar simple, schwarze Requisiten wie Tisch, Stühle und Sessel, die immer wieder auf die Bühne und dann wieder weggetragen werden. Dazu ein paar verschiebbare, leuchtende Wandpaneele. Was auf den ersten Blick relativ unspektakulär wirkt, wird sich im Lauf des Abends zu einem Epitom der visuellen Wandelbarkeit steigern.

Aber fangen wir ganz von vorn an: Wir befinden uns im Hamburger Theater, wo der Publikumsliebling Hendrik Höfgen zusammen mit seinen Schauspielerkollegen den Theateralltag durchlebt, während sich das politische Weltgeschehen der späten zwanziger Jahre um sie herum langsam zuspitzt.

Die Geschichte wird dabei explizit auf der Bühne erzählt - und zwar in Theaterform.... im Theater? Es ist ein absolutes Meta-Spektakel, bei dem die Erzählung rund um den skrupellosen Karriereaufstieg des Schauspielers Hendrik Höfgen in episodenhaften Einschüben auf den fiktionalen Bühnen der Geschichte erzählt wird - mal als chaotischer Impro-Abend, dann als eskalierendes Familiendrama (mit einer Menge fliegender Eier), als absurd grotesk anmutende Late-Night Show oder ein völlig abgedrehter Stand-Up-Abend, der eigentlich gar keiner sein soll und in den sich irgendwie Elon Musk und Hitler verirrt haben.

Unterbrochen werden diese Episoden immer wieder durch harte, plötzliche Cuts, die sich immer dann einfügen, wenn das Bühnengeschehen im Bühnengeschehen zu sehr eskaliert - da kommt dann der Hamburger Intendant Kroge schimpfend durch die Saaltür gestürmt und unterbricht eine Probe, Techniker beginnen spontan die Requisiten zu räumen oder das Saallicht geht mit einem Schlag an und blendet uns, als Publikum. Und somit verlagern sich die Diskussionen aus dem Bühnengeschehen schnell in die Lebensrealität der Geschichte. In Kombination mit dem verschiebbaren, farbig erleuchteten Bühnenbild, welches in fast jeder Szene durch geänderten Aufbau eine komplett neue Atmosphäre schafft, entsteht ein herrliches Meta-Verwirrspiel, bei dem es schon passieren kann, dass einem der Kopf schwirrt. Allein die wenigen Momente, in denen man aktiv in die wörtliche Wiedergabe der Erzählperspektive der Romanvorlage wechselt wirken ein bisschen befremdlich, im Vergleich mit dem ansonsten nur aus wörtlicher Rede bestehenden Stücks.

Die erste Hälfte des Spiels ist inhaltlich relativ modern gehalten, nach der Pause finden wir uns jedoch unmissverständlich in der Nazi-Zeit wieder. Zusammen erschaffen beide Hälften damit eine zeitlose Atmosphäre, die sich hervorragend in die Aktualität des Stoffes einfügt.

Dazu kommt das durch die Bank brilliante Ensemble, das uns durch die verschiedenen Meta-Ebenen der Bühnenkunst führt. Insbesondere Edmund Telgenkämper und Johanna Eiworth glänzen dabei in den Doppelbesetzungen Theaterintendant Kroge/Der Ministerpräsident und Dora Martin/Lotte Lindenthal mit ihrer Wandelbarkeit.

Thomas Schmauser ist eine fabelhafte Besetzung für die Rolle des Schauspielers Hendrik Höfgen, der sich den ganzen Abend über, mal im Schreikrampf, mal mit Gewinsel, mal mit falschem Heroismus, aber in den Grundzügen immer als pathetischer Clown über die Bühne schleppt und uns erzählt, dass er doch eigentlich die Welt verbessern will. Und das trägt er dann noch mit einer solchen Überzeugung vor, dass man es ihm fast glaubt. Aber eben nur fast.

Und hier setzt die Brillanz des Abends ein: Denn während Klaus Manns Vorlage Hendriks moralische Verwerflichkeit für sich stehen lässt und man als Leser oder Zuschauer nur schimpfend und voll Verzweiflung die Nase darüber rümpfen kann, beginnen die Charaktere des Stücks um ihn herum Kontra zu geben. Es kommt den ganzen Abend über zur absoluter Konfrontation, zur Eskalation. Er ist halt nicht nur einfach ein Schauspieler. Er kann sich eben nicht hinter seinen Texten, seinem Beruf, seinem Leben verstecken. Er steht auf einer Bühne, die ihm die Nationalsozialisten geboten haben, und betreibt für diese Propaganda. So sehr er es sich auch selbst einreden mag: Er hilft mit seinem Schweigen niemandem.

Das ist jedem Zuschauer natürlich klar. Aber gerade dieses alltägliche Schweigen explizit anzusprechen und dem Ganzen energisches Kontra entgegenzusetzen, macht den Abend wahnsinnig kraftvoll.

Am Ende steht Hendrik alleine, verlassen und argumentativ bis auf die Einzelteile zerlegt auf der Bühne, schaut dabei erst verloren ins Publikum und dann zur Souffleuse.

"Text?"

Was man hier bei den Münchener Kammerspielen auf die Bühne gebracht hat, ist keine große Neuinterpretation der Vorlage. Aber es ist eine unfassbar großartige Erweiterung mit klarem Statement, auch ans Publikum: Es reicht nicht, das politische Tagesgeschehen zu beobachten und sich, versteckt hinter Büchern und Publikumsgesprächen, damit zu beschäftigen. Wir müssen aktiv werden. Wir dürfen nicht aufhören. Wir müssen weitermachen.

Wir müssen Kontra geben.

[brandybradyrandyandyndy]

German Billford

[mephistos-stuff]

Existence is pain

Vanquish the sorrow that lives in my bones

Honour the madness that wears my flesh

This hunger is holy and so is the silence.

I am alive and aching

Delirium is my salvation

[devildom-moss]

Mephisto's performance

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (angst) (NSFW tags: very slight dom!top!Mephisto and bottom!MC; "office" sex, semi-public/risky, no condom, creampie, hate-fucking, "use me" dynamic, consent - but with a lot of regret so maybe dubious?, slight degradation with backhanded praise, Mephisto calling MC a whore and a slut, so slutshaming, pain, slapping, fingering light bondage, half-clothed, no orgasm for MC sorry)

(other tags: religious undertones, one-sided enemies to ?who knows?, sad/bittersweet ending)

Word Count: +2,200

To say you admired Mephistopheles was an understatement; you were absolutely smitten. Granted, he had a reputation for being a pompous asshole whose presence left a bitter taste in Lucifer’s mouth – the same mouth that warned you about spending time with the likes of Mephisto and questioned your recent attention to “a demon whose attitude and pride might be excusable if it was offset by actual wit and usefulness.”

Clearly, Lucifer either hadn’t seen the version of Mephisto that you had – the small slips in his bitter façade – or he had, and Lucifer simply refused to acknowledge it. You didn’t care what anyone else said about Mephisto. He had watched over Luke when he fell asleep in common places multiple times. As much as he protested, when you really needed him, he offered his assistance in whatever form he could – especially when it would aid Diavolo. If nothing else, Lucifer should have remembered that Mephisto was right there with Diavolo and Barbatos, tending to him and his brothers on the day they fell. You knew better. Mephisto was sweet.

He was adorable. You remembered the precious smile he had on his face while staring up at the new blossoms forming on the trees one early morning. It wasn’t the only time you had caught his face softening, entranced by some natural beauty. Mephisto still blushed when you would pay him a genuine compliment, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

Sweet. Adorable. And so, so sexy.

Lust and affection had motivated you to pay Mephisto a visit in the RAD Newspaper Club room – another attempt to get on his good side. This time, you brought gifts to appease the bitter old demon: hot coffee and sweets that you and Luke had baked yesterday. However, the second you walked through that door, Mephisto let out an annoyed sigh.

“Why are you bothering me?” he asked, sparing you a second glance – but not a third.

“I wanted to cheer you up,” you admitted, setting your offering on his desk. “Diavolo told me that he had seen you working nonstop in preparation for the upcoming event. I figured that might be why you’ve been frowning every time I’ve seen you all week. I brought you coffee and sweets that Luke and I made.”

Part of you had an inkling that Mephisto actually enjoyed your company more than he let on. Maybe you were just clinging to a deeply engraved hope that he wanted you. Maybe you read into signs of his kindness towards you. Perhaps wishful thinking turned a two-second glance – maybe even a judgmental glare – into a longing stare. You wanted to break through his defenses if he’d let you. Well, you had certainly broken something.

Your act of kindness pushed Mephisto over the edge, and he looked up from his work and raised his voice at you. “I have too much on my plate to keep drilling this into that thick, fucking skull of yours. I don’t like you, you won’t change my mind, and that pathetic hopeful look on your face infuriates me.”

You didn’t fully believe him – as desperate as that may sound. Perhaps it was selfish, but you didn’t want to leave him alone in that room.

Mephisto waited for you to turn around and walk away, but you didn’t budge. He sighed and got to his feet. “What? Why are you still here? Why are you bringing me things hours before any of your classes even start? What do you want?”

Most classes hadn’t started yet, but if you hadn’t arrived before everyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to see Mephisto alone. Barbatos had mentioned that Mephisto was an early riser in passing once, so you figured you would find him overworking himself that morning. As for what you wanted, you wished it was more obvious to him.

“I want you to love me,” you confessed. Mephisto circled his desk so he could sandwich you between himself and the desk, blocking your path to the exit.

“How do you want me to love you? With my boot on your neck? With my fingers buried inside of you? With my hips pressed against you? What do you want? How do you expect me to love you? I could ruin you, but love?”

You shuddered. Was this a rejection or an invitation? You forced the words, and they fell out in a clumsy mess. “I don’t expect it – you loving me. I just want it, but you could ruin me instead if you wanted.”

Mephisto’s eyes widened; he retreated slightly before narrowing his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“Use me – if you really can’t love me.” Shame burned in your cheeks, but you continued. You were determined to call his bluff. “Take out your anger and hatred on my body. Do whatever you want.”

Maybe he truly hated you. Maybe he would be disgusted by your offer. Maybe he would refuse because he did love you. Or maybe he would agree to use you – to ruin you – without a trace of affection. Even then, at least you would finally get to be with him for however long you could manage to be entertaining. The possibilities ran through your head, just quick enough to fill the brief moment before Mephisto responded.

“Turn around,” he demanded. His voice was cold. In truth, you hadn’t expected him to take you up on your offer. Your heart sank as you watched Mephisto remove his tie. A low, growling sigh left him when you remained immobile. He took your arm and forced you to turn. “You offered. So, do as you’re told.”

Your voice caught in your throat. Mephisto made quick work of knotting his tie around your wrists and up your forearms, binding them behind your back. Fear washed over your body as you felt Mephisto tug your pants and underwear down to your ankles. Was this really what you wanted?

Mephisto reached over you, pressing his chest firmly against your back as he did, and pulled a bottle of lube from his top desk drawer. You didn’t question why he had it there, but you did have a question for him: “Why are you using that on me?”

The answer was obvious, but you were begging for some kind of affection from him, wishing for the words “I don’t want to hurt you” to leave his lips with enough sweetness to sate you, but they didn’t come. Instead, Mephisto removed his glove; tugged on his tie, bringing you closer; and shoved his glove into your mouth to shut you up. You felt one cool, lubricated finger plunge into you – quickly followed by a second. You bit down on his glove as he began to stretch you out.

“To answer your question, I’d be in a world of trouble if anyone found out that I hurt you. Everyone seems to think that you’re so fucking precious. Besides,” Mephisto paused, using the last word to soften the spite in his voice before he continued, “you’ll feel better if I do this first.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant that you would feel better for him or if he wanted you to feel some kind of pleasure from this too, but you hoped. However, that hope wasn’t enough to ease the heavy aching in your chest. Even through the bits of pleasure you felt when Mephisto’s long fingers curled into your body, you knew that this wasn’t how you wanted it. That truth sat rancid in your gagged mouth – somehow more unsavory than anything. Even the realization that you would die (for good) one day was less distasteful than this.

It was almost a comfort when Mephisto pulled his fingers out. You heard his pants drop before he tugged you violently towards him. Your ass was flush against him. There was a filthy relief in knowing that he was hard. At least you had aroused him a bit, then, right? You wished you could have suppressed the dirty, joyous hope you felt. Maybe he wanted you just as badly.

Mephisto entered you slowly. It almost felt intimate: the way he ran his gloved hand through your hair before tugging at it, the way his lips found your neck before it was all teeth and marks, the way his hips rocked slowly into you before he stopped holding back. He almost made this feel like affection before the poison left his mouth between panting and groans. “Not so useless anymore, are you?”

How did he know exactly how to give you a gentle touch that left you hoping before he stripped it from you? He said he didn’t want anyone to know he hurt you, so of course he would figure out how to break your heart. At least that was a pain you could never show anyone. It would live in you – and he would be the only other person who knew that such a haunting beast was hiding inside.

You choked back tears as his thrusting picked up speed and intensity, forcing your thighs against his desk repeatedly with each buck of his hips. This was going to bruise. It was just enough to slosh some of the coffee out of the cup you had brought him earlier. A small puddle pooled towards the edge of the desk until it grazed your thigh, burning for a moment before all you could feel was a numb ache – a small punishment for your foolishness.

This time, you couldn’t hold back a groan. You had tried so hard to disguise any sign of pain or pleasure, but this was too much. Your muffled noise alerted Mephisto to the mess you had both made. It was a small one with no casualties. It hadn’t even reached any of his documents. The only thing left damaged was you, and yet Mephisto dragged you back by the tie around your arms, his cock still buried in you, with an angry, “fuck.”

Did he not want you to get hurt? No.

Mephisto tugged your hair up until you were standing upright – as upright as you could be when you were still impaled on him. He took his glove out of your mouth before he forcefully bent you over towards the edge of the desk. “Lick up the mess, whore.”

You did as he told you. The coffee was still hot, and it stung on your tongue, but you were distracted by a firm slap to your ass. When you managed to clean up the mess, Mephisto brought you upright again with a rough tug and shoved his glove back into your mouth.

“There’s a good little slut,” Mephisto chuckled before he continued to fuck you – even more violently than before. He called you good, at least.

You were choking back tears when he snaked his gloved hand tenderly around your neck. Mephisto used his index finger to guide your chin up. Staring at the ceiling, with your eyes to heaven, you felt that you owed something – someone – a prayer. You wanted to thank some god that Mephisto’s hand was there around your throat – as if the slight pressure was the only thing keeping the sobs and moans inside of you. No. It wasn’t a god that you were grateful to. It was Mephisto. Even as he used you for his amusement, your desire still burned. Your love blazed steadily. Through the pain and emptiness, you still adored him. How pathetic.

Even more pathetic was the contentment you felt as Mephisto sunk his teeth into your shoulder, muffling his moans as he came inside of you. He didn’t pleasure you enough for you to cum; you got the smallest taste of it, and somehow you were content.

Mephisto was quick to pull out of you and get his pants back up. You stood there, trying to reel yourself back into your body – too slowly for Mephisto’s liking. He tugged your pants and underwear back up for you. His glove slipped from your mouth and onto the floor as you attempted to protest with a feeble, “wait.”

His cum had already started to leak out, and the feeling of it sickened you – a shameful sickness. This felt awful and wrong and disgusting, but the most resentful part of you quietly wanted him to bend you back over his desk and fill you up all over again.

Mephisto pulled you in by his tie around your arms and leaned close to your ear. “Keep it in you. I want that sensation to stick with you all day and remind you how much I despise you. Now get out of my sight.”

You felt his tie slip from around your arms. Mephisto dragged you towards the door and shoved you out into the hallway. You heard the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.

Mephisto waited for your hesitant footsteps to fade away down the hall before he sunk his teeth into the back of his ungloved hand. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Had he finally given you a convincing performance – persuaded you to stay away from him?  

In that dim room on a dark Devildom morning, on his knees, Mephisto felt that he owed something – someone – a prayer. Unsure if he was even allowed – or who would hear it – he prayed that he had finally shown you what a monster he was. The cruel, wicked beast he housed had spit its parasitic DNA into you and waited to consume you. He was a demon, with his hands clasped so tightly together that they trembled, brought to his knees. His prayer – half-confession – found no purchase. It lived only inside of him, and even you would never know. It was a small, lenient punishment.

[authormars]

Will forever be offended that the one Obey Me character that shares my birthday month is fucking Mephistopheles. My girlfriend gets Simeon and I get the horse girl? Completely unfair

Anyways, happy birthday you prince loving prick

[l3viat8an]

MC: You...seem like a person whose brain doesn't react to women.

Mephisto:……

Mephisto: Are you saying that there is something wrong with my pituitary gland?

MC: Not exactly…

[yuseirra]

***onk spoilers!!!***

I think Kamiki may be trying to find something precious enough to trade with Ai's life, may it be his own or someone else's???

Coming to think of it, he met Ruby at the shrine (ch147) and something about a "wish" came up. The way he speaks with ruby, it seemed like he also had his own wish that he's put a lot of thoughts into and came to accept

Mephisto and Fatal both mention about wishes and wishing.

And those wishes have to do with wishing Ai back, are they not??

I'm sorry, I've been repeating the same idea in several posts now but I JUST remembered about that chapter. He's the one that brings the idea of gods back onto the table may it be brief. He talks like he knows about their nature, so he probably is aware of gods or their significance at least, that they actually ARE capable of doing supernatural things. However, Fatal and Mephisto also mention about wishes having failed to come true. That ALSO aligns with kamiki's attitude in that particular chapter saying that gods don't really give out answers and you have to come up with your own. Whatever he's up to, the gods might not have accepted it, or are even against it.

perhaps he's wished to bring Ai back but had been failing miserably, so he's becoming more and more reckless about it.

what he says there makes me wrap my head a little, it sounds like he's been where ruby's been. He might be talking about himself and trying to convince himself of his own resolve

He says he doesn't mind rotting away himself, but there's still something he has to do before that happens. I think that'd have to do with about a wish, he has a goal to fulfill.

I found the full lyric for Fatal(the new op) and it had lyrics like

あなたがいないと生いきていけない

眩まぶしさでこの身みを照てらして欲ほしい

あなたの愛あいがまだ足たらない

ただ一ひとつのアイに近ちかづきたい

I can't live without you

I want you to light up my body with your dazzling glare

I still lack your love

I want to get closer to the one and only Ai.

Aqua wants to get Ai's "revenge", he'd want to see Ai once more, yeah, but that isn't his goal, he doesn't work to meet her again. He plans to fulfill what Ai's really wanted by listening to what she's wanted to say

but the person in Mephisto (who is HUNGRY for Ai's affection) and Fatal actually WANTS to see Ai again, present tense.

あらゆる望のぞみの総すべてを叶かなえたら　ああ果はたせたら

あなたに会あいたい

If I could fulfill all my hopes, all my wishes, all my dreams, if I could make it all come true

I wish I could see you

But how IS this person going to make that happen?

I feel like finding someone that outshines Ai would have something to do with it, coming from how his reactions when he saw ruby having a chance to outshine Ai-

He feels happy about her possibility of her life having even more value than her.

He could just be being a proud dad there (I'm not taking that out of the possibility).. but you see where I'm trying to get at, right? He probably needs someone like that in order to fulfill his wish. Likely their life.

I think those lyrics from mephisto and fatal were there for a reason, those two songs are WAY too similar to each other in terms of the theme and the vibes they're giving. This speaker hasn't given up on the possibility of having Ai back, they talk like that is a thing that CAN happen, they keep.. talking towards them, even when the one they're talking to's already passed long ago. Look at me, You gave me time, Let me hear your voice.. stuff like that. That kind of attitude is more like Kamiki than Aqua. Kamiki talks about rotting away, he's never moved on from Ai's death, has he? It's like she's still alive for him?

Idk, I just really like those two songs. I have been repeating Fatal nonstop ever since I first listened to it yesterday and I can't get this thought out of my head. I'll keep thinking like this until I'm proven wrong, I guess o<-< I keep finding more stuff that may back it up and I can't stop...

[nicht-ganz-allein-sunny]

"Wehe, der Himmel über diesem Lande ist finster geworden. Gott hat sein Antlitz weggewendet von diesem Lande, ein Strom von Blut und Tränen ergießt sich durch die Straßen aller seiner Städte.

Wehe, dieses Land ist beschmutzt, und niemand weiß, wann es wieder rein werden darf – durch welche Buße und durch welch gewaltigen Beitrag zum Glück der Menschheit wird es sich entsühnen können von so riesiger Schande? Mit dem Blut und den Tränen spritzt der Dreck von allen Straßen aller seiner Städte. Was schön gewesen ist, wurde besudelt, was wahr gewesen ist, wurde niedergeschrien von der Lüge.

Die dreckige Lüge maßt sich die Macht an in diesem Lande. Sie brüllt in den Versammlungssälen, aus den Mikrophonen, aus den Spalten der Zeitungen, von der Filmleinwand. Sie reißt das Maul auf und aus ihrem Rachen kommt ein Gestank wie von Eiter und Pestilenz: der vertreibt viele Menschen aus diesem Lande, wenn sie aber gezwungen sind zu bleiben, dann ist das Land ein Gefängnis für sie geworden – ein Kerker, in dem es stinkt.

Wehe, die apokalyptischen Reiter sind unterwegs, hier haben sie sich niedergelassen und aufgerichtet ein gräßliches Regiment. Von hier aus wollen sie die Welt erobern: denn dahin geht ihre Absicht. Sie wollen herrschen über die Länder und über die Meere auch. Überall soll ihre Mißgestalt verehrt und angebetet werden. Ihre Häßlichkeit soll bewundert sein als die neue Schönheit. Wo man heute noch über sie lacht, soll man morgen vor ihnen auf dem Bauche liegen. Sie sind entschlossen, die Welt anzufallen mit ihrem Kriege, um sie dann demütigen und verderben zu können – so wie sie heute schon das Land, das sie beherrschen, demütigen und verderben: Unser Vaterland, über dem der Himmel finster geworden ist und von dem Gott sein Antlitz zürnend weggewendet hat. Es ist Nacht in unserem Vaterlande. Die schlechten Herren reisen durch seine Gaue – in großen Automobilen, in Flugzeugen oder in Extrazügen. Sie reisen eifrig umher. Auf allen Marktplätzen plappern sie ihren Schwindel. An jedem Orte, wo sie oder ihre niedrigen Helfer erscheinen, erlöscht das Licht der Vernunft, und es wird finster."

- Mephisto, Kapitel VII: Der Pakt mit dem Teufel, von Klaus Mann, 1935