#sog asmodeus

[nekrotikon]

i drawed asmodeus. btw

[gsstories]

SOG: The Fallout

The young prince sat on a random rooftop in the Ring of Greed, hugging his knees to his chest as he looked down at the disgusting city that he had the misfortune to be born in. He had been wondering around the cities for a few days and there was no sign of anyone looking for him. As expected.

Daniel sighed as he buried his face in his knees.

What happened?

[~FLASHBACK~]

“You don’t want to what?!” Mammon screeched in outrage.

“I don’t want to keep on performing dad. It’s too much for me! I hate it all! I have panic attacks after every show! I just don’t wanna end up snapping and doing something I regret…” Daniel said as he looked up at his father.

“Seriously?! After everything I have done for you, this is how you repay me?! By leaving me how Fizzarolli did?! Can’t believe it, from my own son!” Mammon yelled as he got closer to the shorter demon. “How dare you be so ungrateful after I cared for you and fed you and gave you everything?!”

“Cared…? You never cared about what I am doing, you just care about money! All my life I tried to be enough just so you would glance my way but I see it was all in vain! You are an awful excuse of a father- No, you weren’t a father AT ALL!” Daniel yelled as he started tearing up. “I know you never wanted me but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Everyday I wish to be given love and affection, I don’t care from whom, I just want it, NEED it!”

Daniel took off his jester cap, letting his long, messy white hair fall down. He looked up at his father, a sharp glare on his face as tears ran down his face.

“I am done with this place. I am done performing, I am done neglecting myself just for money! I am done with you Mammon. Bye.” The prince said before storming out of the place, leaving behind a raging beast.

[~END OF FLASHBACK~]

The prince shivered as he hugged himself tighter. It was cold, and he wasn’t exactly wearing anything suitable for cold weather. Hell, he was wearing the same outfit for a few days straight! It was already pretty dirty…

The prince then felt someone put their hand on his shoulder. He got startled so he quickly got his face from his arms and looked back. He sighed in relief when he saw it was Asmodeus.

“Hey there. I was worried about you. Ozzie said.

“Worried? Ah. Okay...” Daniel mumbled. “Why-Why you worried?”

“Because I care about you, duh. Damn, you really are like Fizzarolli.” Ozzie said as he sat next to the young man.

“Uh huh...” Daniel would mumble as he sniffled. “Right...”

“No, I'm serious. Both of you have a hard time believing that I care about vou at certain moments. And I get it, you've both been manipulated by Mammon, but you two have so much worth outside of him, you just need to be able to see it.” Ozzie said. 

“I know, it's just... fuck, I'm tired... of everything...” Daniel said as he teared up. “For all my life I tried to get that greedy asshole to care but always fucking failed... I realize now that none of it was worth it... I'm so tired of trying…”

“And I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself. You're absolutely right. You shouldn't have to work so hard for the acknowledgement of someone whose love is conditional at best.” Ozzie would say. “Daniel, I promise, the people who truly care about you won't ever try to make you feel like you aren't good enough. You are perfectly fine the way you are.”

The young demon looked up at Asmodeus and teared up, quickly drying his tears when he felt them appear.

“Now come on. Let's go home.” Ozzie would say, picking up Daniel and cradling him like a child. “OUR home.”

Tears slowly ran down Daniel’s face as he leaned on Asmodeus, finally getting the affection he needed for so long. He craved more of this. 

Bonus:

Once in his palace, Asmodeus had Daniel shower and get rid of his dirty clothes and got him to eat some food before getting him to rest. The poor kid was exhausted, he didn’t want to leave Ozzie’s embrace but he hid it well. Ozzie knew Daniel didn’t want to be a burden to him but he always told him he was far from that. Daniel never believed him.

Ozzie walked out of the room and was greeted by a worried Fizzarolli. Both demons had been worried when they hadn’t heard from the young man in almost a week and Mammon was of no help whatsoever. 

“What will happen to Danny? We can’t let him go back to Mammon, who knows what he’ll do to him…” Fizzarolli said, looking concerned.

Ozzie sighed as he scratched his head.

“Mammon is still gonna try and take him back, he’ll probably try and sue as well, the greedy bastard…” Ozzie growled at the thought before taking a deep breath. “No matter, we shouldn’t worry about him. We should worry about Daniel. Poor kid has had it rough.”

“Believe me…” Fizzarolli mumbled. “…I know.”

[3n-vi-ous]

Fandom/Character List

Undertale

Undertale Sans (Blue)

Undertale Papyrus (Cinnamon)

Underswap Sans (Star)

Underswap Papyrus (Stretch)

Underfell Sans (Red)

Underfell Papyrus (Velvet)

Fellswap Sans (Mal)

Fellswap Papyrus (Russ)

Horrortale Sans (Oak)

Horrortale Papyrus (Willow)

Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach

Glamrock Freddy Fazbear

Montgomery Gator

Roxanne Wolf

Glamrock Chica

Sundrop & Moondrop

Creepypasta

Slenderman

Splendorman

Masky (Timothy Wright)

Hoodie (Brian Thomas)

Ticcy Toby (Tobias Rogers)

Jeff the Killer (Jeffery Woods)

Jane Everlasting (Jane Richardson)

Nina the Killer (Nina Hopkins)

Ben Drowned (Benjamin Lawman)

Eyeless Jack (Jackson Sokolov)

Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)

Dr. Smiley (Alexander Hart)

Jackrabbit (Jacklyn Tooley) (OC)

Smile Sog (no romantic)

Grinny Cat (no romantic)

The Rake (no romantic)

Seedeater (no romantic)

Sirenhead (no relationships)

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphagor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Mephistopheles

Solomon

Simeon

Luke (no romantic)

Ikemen Vampire

Leonardo da Vinci

Napoleon Bonaparte

Vincent van Gogh

Theodorus van Gogh

Osamu Dazai

Arthur Conan Doyle

Hiveswap Friendsim

Cirava

Elwurd

Skylla

Marvus

Chahut

Folykl & Kuprum

Galekh

Tagora

Tyzias

Mallek

Lirkos (OC)

Cinrex (OC)

Trifea (OC)

Enreri (OC)

Zorxie (OC)

Marvel

Deadpool (Wade Wilson)

Wolverine (Logan Howlett)

Gambit (Remy LeBeau)

Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner)

The Arcana

Asra

Nadia

Julian

Portia

Muriel

Lucio

Valdemar

Sonic

Sonic the Hedgehog

Shadow the Hedgehog

Knuckles the Echidna

Stardew Valley

Sebastian

Harvey

Abigail

Haley

Shark Bait (Dorian)

Rhin

GW

Tiggy

Miscellaneous

AM (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream)

Adisorn Moore (Online Obsession)

Jericho Ichabod (The Kid at the Back)

Ronin Beaufort (Killer Chat)

OCs

Morgan / River Grey (Jekyll and Hyde style dude)

Roman (German Shepherd boy)

[nekrotikon]

hiiii! know i missed a day but i was busy being liquified by melatonin and Cow Juice Sickness. the prompt i chose for today was 'worship', and who better to do that with than with post-fall asmodeus and lucifer :))

content warnings for: mild gore and violence and...not proper smut, but this gets fairly horny and smut is implied!

As the throne room began to fill, Asmodeus settled on the pile of cushions at Lucifer’s feet and drew his knees to his chest, resting his cheek against the Devil’s thigh. Lucifer laid a golden-clawed hand on Asmodeus’ head, lazily stroking his hair as both waited quietly. The other kings took their thrones, four to Lucifer’s right and four to his left. Asmodeus was a king, but had no throne of his own; he was happy where he was at the base of Lucifer’s.

When the tiered seats were filled, with princes and dukes and all of the highest-ranking demons, then with a curious audience that had no noble role and simply wanted to watch the proceedings, Lucifer raised a hand for silence, then looked to Belial, who sat a couple of thrones down to his left. “Belial. Begin your report.”

Belial did; with Moloch and some lesser demons, he had gone to the human realm and wiped out villages and towns across the Earth. Some of the dead had been brought back and consumed, or simply left to rot in grotesque ways—Belial and the ones with him had started to smile and laugh as they described those ways.

After this, Lucifer called for a few demons that had been accused of treason. All were young, and all were too bold, shouting at their lord and refusing any peaceful solution. Asmodeus was the first to rush them, delighting in the feeling of bones breaking and flesh tearing under his hands as Lucifer commanded his most loyal to punish them. They were left bloody and torn, their ribs wrenched open and their skulls smashed in, but they were not dead. They were not the least of the lesser demons, so they did not die; they wept as they were dragged out of the throne room.

The rest of the meeting was dull, and Asmodeus let his mind wander until he realized that it had ended, and he and Lucifer were eventually left alone.

“Well.” Lucifer’s voice, deep and cool, was tinged with amusement, fully pulling Asmodeus from his reverie and making him look up. “You certainly made a mess of yourself, Asmodeus.”

Asmodeus studied his clothes, a sheer pink robe and a long white tunic that brushed the tops of his feet when he stood. Both were stained with blood so dark it was almost black, which also clung to his arms. “They were disobeying you. What else was I supposed to do?”

“So loyal,” Lucifer sighed as he leaned down, then took Asmodeus’ wrist and brought it to his lips. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over the demon of lust’s palm and up to his fingertips, lightly sucking the blood from them before pulling away with a content smile. “You do so much for me.”

Asmodeus was shivering, his whole body heated with wanting as he looked up at Lucifer. “I just—” His voice broke as he drew in a breath. “I just want to please you. I want to make you happy.” Lucifer was the god below the earth; what better role than to worship a god with your entire being?

“You do.” Lucifer was still smiling as he reached up to one of the idle arms sticking out from the back of his throne, taking something glittering with gems from it and letting it—them, it was two things—dangle from a claw. “And that is why, darling Asmodeus, I have some presents for you.”

Asmodeus stared at the gleaming things, reaching up for them before a thought made him pause. “I don’t have anything to give you, though.”

Lucifer laughed, swaying the gifts on his finger to make them catch the light from the braziers; Asmodeus saw diamonds and amethysts set into copper on both. “Am I not the one who is supposed to spoil you? But if you are really so worried about it, well…”

He shifted in his throne, parting his thighs. The black garment he wore rippled with iridescence, just opaque enough to keep him decent but with such little fabric that it only covered some of his chest and what was between his legs. “I can figure out a way you can pay me back. Now get up here so I can put these on you.”

Asmodeus rose, his hands on Lucifer’s thighs to steady himself as the Devil took one of his gifts and carefully settled it on his head. A diadem, that matched with the pleasantly cool collar that was clasped around his neck a moment later, sitting snug but not too tight.

Running his fingers over the gems of the collar, Asmodeus felt something different inside of himself, like an emptiness had finally been filled. This was it: he had waited so long for Lucifer to make some true claim of him, and here it was. Something none of the other demons could deny. Lucifer had his whores, but Asmodeus was his bride.

Lucifer was watching him with half-lidded eyes, his lips curving up in a slight smile. “What do you think?”

“They’re perfect. I love them.”

“You had better. I did not let Mammon sleep until they were done.” Lucifer slipped a finger under the collar, tracing the skin just underneath before tugging Asmodeus closer. “You look beautiful, my love.”

Electricity and fire ran through Asmodeus’ body, tangling together in his stomach and urging him to lean closer to press his lips against Lucifer’s. Lucifer let out a sound of surprise, then one of approval, tangling a hand in Asmodeus’ hair as his beloved bride pulled away and started to trail kisses down his body. Asmodeus’ worship was not in kneeling in a chapel with clasped hands and praying to something that would not answer; it was in tasting every inch of his living god’s heated skin, delighting in his sounds of pleasure and the roughness with which he guided Asmodeus with the hand twisted into his hair.

Eventually, Asmodeus was on his knees again, looking up with round, adoring eyes at Lucifer. The Devil’s breath came in heavy bursts, and he still gripped Asmodeus’ hair as he watched the demon of lust with bright eyes.

“Is that all?” Lucifer’s tone was teasing, but Asmodeus knew when he was wanting. When they both were. “I certainly cannot complain, but I also would not complain about more.”

Asmodeus shook his head, reaching up to push away the fabric spilling down between Lucifer’s thighs and expose him. “I’m not done yet.”

[nekrotikon]

hi! pretend these two (more asmocifer yippee) are on a valentine's day date. the colors match :))

“Asmodeus, darling. You look beautiful.”

Flushed with pleasure, Asmodeus clasped his hands together as he paused in front of Lucifer, who smiled at him with fondness. “I just want to look my best for you, my lord.”

Even if that came with hours of indecision. Asmodeus had spent plenty of time trying to decide on every single aspect of his outfit, down to the single blossom (which ended up being a violet) he would eventually put behind his ear. He had finally decided to wear a pink gown with a plunging neckline and a silver and amethyst belt around his waist, his thick black hair woven with a couple of pink and purple ribbons into a single braid that ran down his back. There were other bits of silver jewelry scattered here and there, clasped around or dangling from his curling horns or put into his ears.

Lucifer leaned down to nuzzle his face into the crook of Asmodeus’ neck with a hum, his ring-covered hands settling into the sweet dips of the demon of lust’s hips. The Devil had told him time and time again that those dips were one of his favorite areas on Asmodeus’ body, that he felt they had specifically been molded for him to hold. If God knew all that could be, then one consistent thing through every single possibility must have been that Lucifer would love Asmodeus, and Asmodeus had been created accordingly.

“Mm. Lilac.” Lucifer stepped back, spreading his arms and slowly turning for Asmodeus to admire with a playful smile. “What do you think?”

Asmodeus had always found Lucifer gorgeous, painfully so, and always would. With a frisson of delight, he noticed that Lucifer’s clothes were a good contrast to his—a sheer red robe over a black tunic brushing the tops of his feet, the former held closed with a thick golden belt with all kinds of fiery faceted gems embedded into it. Thick bangles hung from his wrists, and earrings with long, thin chains forming tassels ended past his collarbones.

“You’re perfect, lord.” It wasn’t exactly the question Lucifer had asked, but Asmodeus meant that answer with every bit of himself.

When he took Lucifer’s wrist and tugged him closer, Lucifer chuckled, letting Asmodeus pull him down and press their lips together. The kiss was warm and slow, with Lucifer’s lips parting just enough for him to catch Asmodeus’ lower between his teeth and tug lightly.

“I am glad you think so,” Lucifer murmured into the air between them as he pulled away, smiling at Asmodeus with half-lidded eyes before straightening and offering him a bent arm. “Now, then. Shall we?”

[nekrotikon]

hey all! before i get to the prompt, just wanted to say that i'm taking a bit of a hiatus from tumblr. i'll hop on once a week, but otherwise you won't see me much for a while. just wanted to let you know <3

with that out of the way, i'm finally able to participate in @flashfictionfridayofficial! yippee!!! today's prompt is:

there's no warnings for my entry (an actual scene from soggy, btw), but i am leaving you in the dark as to what michael is referring to about 'it'. i am rubbing my hands together like a fly. hope you enjoy!

“Lucifer…?”

Just slightly, the angel of light managed to turn his head towards his visitor. It was Michael, which both surprised him little and greatly—his zealous younger brother was still the only one out of the other angels that came to visit him while he stayed with Asmodeus, yet the disdain Asmodeus showed for Michael seemed to unsettle Michael greatly, like he couldn’t accept the thought of someone disliking him.

Smiling faintly, Michael pulled a chair over to the edge of the bed and settled in it, a hand hovering over Lucifer’s briefly before he took it between his own. “I have some good news.” When Lucifer said nothing, didn’t raise a brow, just watched—“There’s going to be another tournament soon.” Of course there was. “Oh, did I tell you I won the last one?” Of course he had. No one could beat him, yet he bragged about it endlessly. What happened to the Michael who always asked questions, always wondered and wanted for more? “A-anyway, I wanted to say you’re invited, like always. I hope you show up… It would be nice to see you there again.”

Michael hesitated, then brushed his thumb over Lucifer’s knuckles, his brow furrowing. “... Why aren’t you talking to me? I miss your voice. Was it really my fault? Are you mad at me?”

Lucifer studied Michael, the faintest bit of curiosity lifting its head and blinking bleary eyes. Over the eons, Michael had not changed particularly much—none of the angels had, their bodies were made as the Lord decided and that was that—but he held himself differently enough to where Lucifer barely recognized him anymore. He had become fond of kohl after some angel of cosmetics had shown him how to apply it, and it was still unnerving how it made his eyes stand out with all their eager intensity and energy. He stood straighter, smiled prouder, but not right here. Here he looked confused, like something had gone very wrong yet he couldn’t figure out what.

Some part of Lucifer, a tiny bit that could still speak up, wanted to reassure Michael, promise him what had happened wasn’t his fault and that Lucifer would be fine in time. Another part wondered if it was, if Michael becoming so self-obsessed and being drawn from Lucifer had been the catalyst for it. Most of him, however, felt nothing at all.

After a few more moments of silence, a sound came from the doorway, and both looked to see Asmodeus leaning in it with his arms crossed, frowning at Michael. “You should leave now.”

Michael blinked, then glanced at Lucifer and opened his mouth to speak before wincing as Asmodeus cleared his throat. “Okay. Okay, I’ll go.” In a hasty yet somehow careful movement, he pressed a kiss to the corner of Lucifer’s lips, then rose from his seat and went to stand in front of Asmodeus, his hands moving nervously at his sides. “I’m not sure if you heard, but there’s going to be a tournament soon—” When Asmodeus only made a clearly disinterested sound of acknowledgment, Michael faltered briefly, then hurriedly continued. “I just wanted to say you’re invited too. If you want to go.”

Asmodeus hummed again, pointedly stepping to the side and freeing the doorway. Michael stared at him, then looked back to Lucifer with a weak smile before walking past Asmodeus and down the stairs.

When the door to the house closed, Asmodeus sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides. “Good, he’s gone.” His eyes moved to Lucifer, and he smiled, coming over to stand by the bed. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Oh, I could make you tea, do you want tea?”

Want was an odd concept to Lucifer anymore, but he nodded anyway. Asmodeus hurried down the stairs, and Lucifer was alone again. Alone, except for the bit of the Lord that he carried with him always, that every angel carried with him always.

—

actually felt bad for michael writing this ngl...but things will get soooo so much worse better, definitely 100% better

[nekrotikon]

asmodeus x lucifer is filipino x black rep

[nekrotikon]

3 and 4!

weeee ask time! ty :)) gonna do it with lucifer, the (later) archangels, and asmodeus just cuz they're all fun. they need to go in the brain microwave

3. What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

well technically their names had to be decided first but since that's a technicality it is being yeeted into space and ignored. usually their appearances! those always came around super fast; their first rendition usually wasn't too different from their final one

4. And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

definitely roles. hell even now i'm still struggling with it! early on i was jumping back and forth between which pov (lucifer or michael's) that sons of god should be in. it was originally entirely michael's, then mostly michael's with a bit of lucifer's, then rn it's supposed to be alternating povs every two chapters because i realized both would tell a really good story.

gabriel was originally supposed to have a way smaller role, but he ends up having an actually pretty big one later on (you might know what it is 😉🤫). raphael is still not too major, although that might change with more progress; he ends up being a good contrast to michael post-sog.

asmodeus....asmomomodeus....he came around almost on accident? i wanted more characters and started thinking about my interpretations of sins and suddenly he popped into my head. he was always supposed to have a major role as soon as i came up with him (someone falling for lucifer out of obsessive devotion, not just with him) but i was struggling to figure out what he'd be the angel of and what that would entail with his fall. i thought more about my understanding of lust, unraveled it a bit, and decided that asmodeus was the angel of brotherhood :))

[nekrotikon]

y'all don't even know about asmodeus yet. btw

[nekrotikon]

sneef snorfing my hoard of bougie soap bars and thinking about which of my angels would use which ones. lucifer would use all the pomegranate and rose ones and the jasmine one (and the black currant and olive oil one) michael would use the cucumber and olive oil one. raphael gets the almond and cocoa butter one. gabriel...idk this one just says 'beach'. he gets that

[nekrotikon]

hey, you! yes, you! do you like:

john milton’s paradise lost (or the band paradise lost. c’mon please anyone)

dante’s inferno

queer romance

romance that turns into tragedy

angels

when people know deep in their soul that lucifer and michael are so so fruity

so much flower symbolism

dealing with the knowledge that the weight of your actions will devour you until the end of days

GAY angels

then boy do i have the story for you!

i'm c.o. lopez, a queer disabled ND white/filipino writer working on a queer retelling of the devil’s tragedy called Sons of God.

lucifer is the oldest angel, tasked by a distant god with rearing all angels born after him, including the second-born michael.

as heaven develops at their feet and more angels are born, the pair grow closer, but the growing roles given to lucifer by the absent father and michael’s search for his identity, along with lucifer’s questioning of the lord and michael’s devotion, begin to drive them apart.

above it all, the lord sits on his lotus throne, watching and waiting in silence.

content warnings: along with graphic violence and sexual content, this book contains depictions of blasphemy, mental instability, psychosis, graphic self-harm, and emotional neglect. all of the angels also refer to each other as ‘brother’, including those in relationships. these warnings are currently subject to change, so make sure to check them every so often! and please if you're a minor, don't interact; you will be blocked. this blog isn't a space for you.

below are some tags that'll be used a lot (for more, look at my featured tags!):

sons of god: a general catch-all for book-related things; any tags below besides no-soggy-waffles will inherently include this

no soggy waffles: non-writing stuff, ex. paintings, cats, memes, w/e

soggy draft: any writing snippets up until being finished

soggy shitposts: memes about SOG

soggy asks: writing-related asks

soggy art: any drawings

sog [character name] will be used for any posts about specific characters, ex. 'sog lucifer' or 'sog asmodeus'

i hope you'll join me on this journey of gay angels and god sucking and saying screw you to catholicism!

also: mutuals who don't already have it can ask for my discord! i'm pretty regularly not on tumblr so if you want to hit me up outside of here, just ask :))