#~:Forgotten Generosity - Leviathan:

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[khajiitclaws]

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Sori breathed in the familiar scent of the Rising Stones, exhausted, but nonetheless pleased with the death of yet another primal under her belt. With a satisfied sigh, she approached the bar to rest her weary limbs. Smiling kindly, F’lhaminn served Sori a drink from behind the bar. After only a few moments, F’lhaminn stepped away, her attention directed to some other matter. Sori sipped her drink idly and let her thoughts wander. She took mental note of her surroundings and the people within the room, an old habit she doubted would ever vanish.

Thancred sat across the room, arms gesturing wildly as he spun a dramatic retelling of the Scion’s most recent battle with Leviathan. The tenor of his voice easily carried to where Sori sat, which she responded to with an eyeroll. Thancred caught her eye and he swiftly paved his way towards her, occupying the seat open to her right.

“Congratulations on another battle well fought, my friend! Your bravery truly knows no bounds.” He smiled warmly as he spoke. Sori returned with a small smile of her own.

“Leviathan was formidable indeed, but ultimately nothing the Scions have not handled before.” Sori agreed quietly. “I was most interested to learn of your past, however. Quite a story, or so I hear,” she teased lightly. Thancred’s eyes widened in embarrassment as color rose to his cheeks.

“I..uh…yes, I had hoped you had forgotten about that.” A nervous chuckle escaped his lips and he grabbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Sori laughed gently, “It is nothing to be ashamed of. We all must begin somewhere.”

“I suppose you are right. I do not think I would be the man I am now without my past. The past is what shapes us, is it not?” Thancred mused, eyebrows knitting together. “Louisoix gifted me a second chance, one I will not take for granted. I hope I have proved myself worthy of such generosity.” Sori placed an encouraging hand upon his shoulder and nodded with a gentle smile. Thancred relaxed under the contact, flashing a grateful look in her direction.

“Living on the streets of Limsa was not all bad, you know. It taught me skills that have served me well and how to fight, as you observed firsthand.”

“It appears we have more in common than I once thought. I’ll admit, I misjudged you when we first met.”

Thancred wheeled around to stare at her with a dumbfounded expression. “Pray tell what that is supposed to mean?” Sori did not respond, her lips now firmly sealed. She downed the rest of the drink, lifting herself up from the barstool. With a curt nod to Thancred, she retired to her room.

Hours later, Thancred awoke from deep slumber to footsteps…coming from above? He shot out of bed abruptly, all grogginess dissipating. The only possible source of the wound could have come from atop the roof, although as to why someone would be on top of a building at this hour eluded Thancred. Carefully he ascended to the top of the building, cursing the darkness as he misplaced his foot and nearly slipped. Sori awaited him atop the roof, perched on edge, her eyes glued to the sky above. She didn’t turn her head at Thancred’s approach. The only indication she gave that she knew of his presence was that both her catlike ears swiveled in his direction. Not sure what else to do, Thancred mirrored her position on the edge of the roof, allowing his legs to dangle carefree off the edge. All was silent for many moments. Sori’s gaze never strayed from the sky. The moonlight reflected off her skin almost ethereally as she kept her vigil. Thancred fidgeted quietly, growing antsy.

“Are you going to tell me why you are on the roof at this hour?” Thancref chuckled softly, twisting his body to look at Sori expectantly. She finally broke her eyes away from the sky to meet Thancred’s gaze.

“Stargazing.” She replied simply as if it were obvious. After a beat of silence she continued, “I come up here to think.”

“Well you woke me up. I was sleeping pretty well, too. I thought maybe there was a stray Garlean on the roof. Now, are you going to grace me with the ever noble Warrior of Light’s thoughts for my troubles?” While his tone of was teasing, Sori’s face hardened ever slightly. Thancred furrowed his brow in confusion at the stoic display. Guilt gnawed at her insides, growing until she was overcome with nausea. Sori steeled her nerves with a steadying breath. They deserved the truth before they heard it from somewhere else.

“When I was young, my clan was attacked by Imperials. Both my parents were killed.” The words flowed stiffly from her tongue. Thancred’s eyes widened. His body inched forward unconsciously, ready to provide comfort. Sori maintained steady eye contact, her eyes never leaving Thancred’s face as she spoke. The expression in her eyes was unreadable.

“With no money and no family, I found work through unsavory means. I survived by thieving and pickpocketing, like you. However, unlike you, I killed people.” She dropped her head in shame, eyes now fixed to the city below.

Thancred frowned, unsure of how to respond. “We’ve all cut the lives of others short. You’re hardly unique in that aspect. It is an unfortunate part of this line of work. All those who have been tempered and were lost…” A heavy sigh. “At some point all our hands are bloodied…it is only a matter of time.” Thancred glanced at the stars and inhaled deeply. Being out here was truly calming. Perhaps the Warrior of Light was onto something.

“I took the lives of the innocents. People who did not deserve such a fate. I slaughtered indiscriminately. For nothing more than some measly coin.” Sori spatted harshly, shaking her head. She continued in a softer tone. “The world and the other Scions regard me a hero, a fabled Warrior of Light. It’s undeserved. I am a mere murderer.”

In an instant, Thancred’s hands closed around her wrists and he turned her to face him. Sori gasped in surprise, taken off guard by the sheer kindness glowing within his eyes.

“You lie, my friend. Just as my past does not define me, as you say, yours does not define you. The woman I have come to know as a close friend is a hero. A savior of innocents, guardian of the city-states, the crowning jewel of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. You have more than redeemed yourself. This changes nothing.” He spoke with a ferocity Sori had not heard before. Relief flooded through her limbs as she immediately relaxed in Thancred’s grip. He dropped his hands, but not before giving her hands a squeeze of encouragement. Sori looked to the sky once again, feeling lighter than she had in days.

[devildomdoofus]

Winter Storm:Part 2

Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, near death experiences, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suggestive themes, if I missed any - please let me know!!]]

Author’s Note:

As you already know, I will forever apologize for my sluggishness but I hope that when I do get to posting, it is worth the wait 😣 I’m particularly proud of these pieces, especially Beel’s and Belphegor’s... the angst was fun to write and helped me let off some steam! Forgive me, but Asmo is kind of hard to write for as we’re practically polar opposites 😭 OH!! Since this is the final piece to my “Winter Storm” puzzle, I’ll be needing more requests so if you’ve got something on your mind that you wish to bring to life, send ‘em my way and I’ll do my best to help make it come true!! I’d love to hear what you lovely individuals have rattling around in your brains✨. As always, thank you kindly for your patience, your generosity and support, and thank you very much for hyping me up to write and continue writing. You’ve helped me in more ways than I can count. Stay ruling them all, MCs ❤️

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue/Part 1:

Asmodeus:

It was difficult letting you go on an adventure without him, especially since you were taking the camera with you and he was all dolled up to the nines, looking way too good to not be in the pictures you were going to take... but then you offered him a reward he simply couldn’t refuse, IF he were to be patient. You took him by the hand, gazed into his beautiful eyes, and whispered low enough that he had to lean in close to hear your proposition. “Wait for me here and when I get back, we can dip into the hot tub and sip our favorite drinks until we’re pruny.” He practically kicked you out of the door so that you could hurry back and fulfill your promise.

In the time that you were gone, he busied himself with intricately arranging yours and his belongings until he felt you’d be proud with his eye for organization. By then, you hadn’t returned in the time he felt you‘d said you’d be back but... if he went out looking for you now, he might not get to be warm and bubbly with you later on and damn it, he was going to get that time with you. Once again, he tried to find something to keep his mind off of saying ‘the devildom with it!’ and going after you anyway. He flipped through magazines, scrolled on his D.D.D., sang and danced to his favorite human songs on the radio, but eventually, all he could think about was you. Wondering if you were ok, if you were having fun without him, what kind of pictures you might be taking to show him later... “Ok, that’s it. MC, sweetie, you’ll just have to forgive me.” He donned his comfiest and cutest winter trend setter, lathered the remaining exposed skin in protective lotions and creams because he simply CANNOT have his skin cracking or breaking, and stepped out the door to come find you- “Unholy shit...” The sky had darkened and the wind had picked up immensely. This is not good. For him, his skin, and much less you. He had to find you and fast. He spotted markings on the trees and the piles of stones nearby and he tilted his head. He knelt down to pick up a stone and eyed it a moment before he brought it to his nose for a quick sniff. It smelled of the lotion he had given you on one of your birthdays and for a brief moment, his heart flutters. You wore it constantly because it reminded you of Asmo and whenever you were feeling down, you’d take a whiff of yourself to feel closer to him and whatever was bothering you would instantly vanish. You told him this and he never forgot it nor did he ever let you hear the end of how happy it made him. Emotional in nature, Asmodeus started to tear up a bit as his fear of losing you increased. If he couldn’t find you soon, you’d surely be in danger if you weren’t already. He continued after you like a bloodhound, following you primarily by scent as his vision was becoming obscured by the blinding snow and ice. In addition, he would call out your name, hoping that by some unholy miracle, you’d hear his voice and come trudging through the snow into his arms. Today, he wasn’t so lucky.

Before long, your trail of markings and scent waned into nothingness and he came to a halt. “No, no, no, noooo!!” He turned in circles, sniffing until it hurt to do so, desperately trying to pick up your scent again but it never came. “Damn it!!” he cried as he dropped to his knees, a bit exhausted and heavily defeated. He couldn’t catch the tears before they trickled from his eyes so instead, he held his face in his hands and let them go. How could he have let this happen? The only one he could love more than he loved himself was probably stuck out here alone, terrified, and most likely hanging on for dear life but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it because he couldn’t find you. He was so overcome by his feelings of weakness and hopelessness that he almost missed the echo of your voice crying out through the storm. Almost.

He perked up in an instant, stumbling back to his feet before chasing the sound and calling after you. “MC?! Where are you, love?!” Although there was no reply, he continued in the same direction with your scent having picked up, until he came across the makeshift shelter you held up in. As he crawled in and got closer to you, he came to a complete stop before his jaw dropped to the floor and heart concaved within his chest. You were lying there like-... like you had been lying once before like a broken porcelain doll, abandoned and forgotten by it’s owner. He covers his mouth with his hand and began to cry once more, only this time in much more pain. Crawling over to you, he takes one of your hands in his and brings it to his quivering lips, gingerly kissing your hand before taking the rest of you into his embrace. “Oh MC... My sweet, sweet MC,” he whispers through his tears, “I’m so sorry.” The lump in his throat strangles the words that try to come out. “So very sorry.” He clutches you tighter, leaning his head against yours and rocking you in his embrace, telling himself this is a horrible dream. He never imagined days would come when someone else’s wellbeing came before his and yet the moment you had made a pact with him, he was immediately catching himself thinking of you before he ever came close to thinking of himself. It was incredibly bizarre... and he only wanted more. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that if fewer thoughts of himself meant more thoughts of you, he’d gladly take himself off the pedestal and place you on top instead. Unfortunately, this newfound wondrous feeling wouldn’t last long as the possibility of losing his source of selflessness and humility was rapidly increasing.

“As..moo...” His crying stops and he jerks up, looking down at you. For a brief second, he thought he heard you speak but seeing as you looked the exact same, he assumed he was starting to hear things. Until you said it again. “A..sm..oooo.” Any human would have thought that their ‘cheese had slid off the cracker’ because now, they’re hearing voices from beyond the grave, but Asmodeus knew better. He saw the curving of the delicate lips that your frozen face had allowed and he gasped. “MC!!” He tugs you ever so closer and snug to him that your spine could’ve snapped if he hadn’t of pulled away seconds later to litter your profile with swift and gentle kisses. When he’s done showering you in his smooches of relief, he stands up with you cradled to his chest and flies to back to the cabin to try and bring you back to the MC who once inspired him to be more by thinking of himself less. Besides, you owed him a dip in the hot tub and he wasn’t about to let some horrible blizzard take that away.

Beelzebub:

When you told this man that you wanted to go on a little scavenger hunt to check out the area, he thought you meant you were going to go see what kind of food joints were nearby and he was a little heartbroken at first, thinking you were doing such a thing alone. Without him. The avatar of Gluttony. But you assured him that you two would go together to do that later, and then buy as many groceries, snacks, and take-outs as he pleases as soon as you got back from a quick sight seeing. You also mentioned that you might find some berry bushes on your outing and you would bring some of those berries back for him to try. His cheeks dimpled and he gave you that smile that made your heart do cartwheels in your chest. For his cooperation, you gave him the location of the secret but not so secret because he could smell them anyway stash of your packs of fruit snacks. Ever since the pact, he has never been offended that you had ‘secret’ stashes because he understood all too well why you had to hide them away. His brothers did the same. But even still, you would always, and I mean always, share parts of your food with him so all he really had to do was wait for you to get hungry and surprisingly enough, it was almost as often as he would. You two were a match made in the celestial realm that could eat take the world by storm and he could never really put into words how much that connection that the of you two shared meant to him other than sharing HIS food with YOU.

Thinking of all of this food inevitably made him hungry so he went to your luggage, fumbled around a bit until he found them, and then gobbled down the full packs of fruit snacks, one by one, to hold him over until you came back. He then shuffled over to the couch to plop himself down and wait for your return. Before long, he was shifting and fidgeting in his seat as the cabin started to creak in the uncomfortable silence. He tried watching tv, doing little exercises, and eating more snacks but nothing was helping ease the uneasy feelings he was having.

There were many times in his life where the world around him seemed uncomfortably quiet. Yes, he was technically used to bouts of quietness with Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth himself, being his twin brother and roomie. But typically, Belphegor was at least in the vicinity; either quietly snoring across the room, resting himself against Beel in one way or another, or could be called on and they could reach each other in a matter of seconds. They were never too far apart nor were any of his other brothers for that matter, if Beel needed a distraction. But as life can be a bit unforgiving, Beel was left alone, on occasions, for long periods of time with nothing but his increasingly loud thoughts to keep him company. And mind numbingly loud they were. It would range between his memories from The Great War of battling angels he once called friends, his overwhelming guilt of not being able to save Lilith, a bit of leftover anger with Lucifer for locking his brother away and then lying to him about it, guilty anger over Belphegor’s attempt to kill you, but most of all... he’s bent to the point of breaking over the fact that he knows he has a problem with his sin, more so than his brothers, and yet celestial realm knows there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it and that is what hurts most of all. And when thoughts like these come knocking at- no- BEATING DOWN his door, he either works his body until he crashes from fatigue, goes on binges for months to drown them out, bottles it all up until it terrorizes him in his dreams, or all of the above. That is, until you came along. Whenever you’re around, his mind, body, and soul seem at peace, and no more does he feel that he is starving, or broken and in need of fixing, or so far beyond forgiveness for what he’s done and who he has become that no one should ever be around him again for he’d only hurt them in the end, unable to stop himself. With you around, the quiet nor his own mind are his enemies but rather, potential friends. Indeed, he still has his moments where the ‘darker’ silence still pays him visits but they have become fewer and farther in between. And it’s all because of you.

That being said, this is one of those ‘darker’ silence visits and before it can get any sort of footing in his mind, he shoots up from the couch and heads out of the door to come looking for you.

He noticed little digits in the trees and piles of stones lining up with a trail going in a particular direction. If he remembers correctly, Satan had once mentioned that humans used these types of techniques as a survival tool in order to find their way back or leave a trail to be found if need be. Wow, his human is a smart cookie- “Damn it.” Shouldn’t have thought that. His stomach growled as if it was summoned and he pats his belly in an effort to console it. “I know, I know. I’m sorry buddy. We’ll find MC soon and then we can go eat with them.” It practically purred in response.

Minutes passed of following your trail and the sky began to darken with the wind picking up, followed by the walls of snow and ice. This was unsettling as he knew that humans couldn’t really survive out in weather like this for long, no matter how smart or capable they were. It was even more unsettling that your markings had disappeared and you were nowhere in sight.

“MC!!” he calls after you but you don’t respond. He continues, over and over, calling after you yet only the wind calls back. There was only one solution left and it was one he didn’t particularly like. He could use his ability as the Avatar of Gluttony to enhance his senses and sniff you out but... the problem was in the fact that he only ever used it when he was particularly starving, so inherently, whenever he zeroed in on something, he was going to eat it when he found it. This didn’t bode well for you considering you, in particular, had an exceptionally appetizing scent and it was extremely difficult to ignore, even with a full belly on the rare occasions that it is and out of his demon form. But because he was out of options and time was running out on the possibility of finding you alive, he had no other choice than to shift into his demon form and zero in on your scent. By Lord Diavolo, it was immaculate. The oh so sweet aroma was speaking sweet nothings to his stomach and the growl it emitted could shake the earth, if not hidden away under flesh and bone. He could make out a ghostly outline of your old footprints, beneath layers of snow, leading in one particular direction. He followed blindly, his hunger now at the wheel and in full on stalking mode as an apex predator on the prowl. It lead him in a few circles before ending up at the miniature shelter and by now, your scent was overwhelmingly delectable to his senses. He ducked low and could make out your silhouette in the darkness. Inching towards you, his nails turned to darkened claws and his teeth bared themselves with an impending goal to devour you whole until there was no trace of you but the outline of the snow of where you once laid- “NO!!”

Beelzebub stripped his sin from the reigns of his mind and he dropped to his knees beside you before it could begin it’s feast. He shook his head, trying to completely erase the thoughts of consuming your body and the immensely alluring smell that lead him to you in the first place. He then looked back to you and your drooping, solidified form and couldn’t hold back the tears that started to trickle down his face. “M-MC...?” Your heart would’ve shattered, just as his did in that moment, upon hearing the pain in his voice. “MC, no... please don’t do this.” He takes your head in his hands and turns your vacant, expressionless face towards him to try and get you to wake up. His thumbs trace circles over your cheeks and he’s calling your name but with no reply. The hands that are usually ever so steady and gentle with you, the hands that you’ve come to love with your whole heart, now shake in bits of agony as he pleads with his entire existence for you to wake up and come back to him. You continue to lay there, upon the cold, hard stone with your empty eyes looking right through Beelz’s and he can’t take it anymore. He lifts you into his arms and races back to the cabin with your limbs dangling towards the snow. Once there, he gingerly places you on the couch and flies around the cabin, grabbing the things he needs to get you warm and bring you back to him. He strips you of your wet clothes and dresses you anew in dry pairs. He throws a plethora of blankets over your body, covers your hands with fuzzy mittens and your feet in multiple pairs of fuzzy socks, then wraps a scarf around your neck and adjusts it so that it comes up to just beneath the opening of your nose. Lastly, he tosses firewood into the fireplace and sets them ablaze before settling onto the couch, placing you between his legs and wrapping his large arms around your frame, snuggling his face into the crook of the scarf around your neck. He inhales deeply, taking the sweet scent of you into his lungs before exhaling and letting his tears fall again. His grip on you tightens as he’s torturing himself for allowing this to happen to you a second time, the one and only person who could ever really take all of the darkness in his life into the palm of their hands and toss it to the four corners of the earth like it never existed. Like it never even knew his name in the first place. Now it was his turn to take away your pain, your darkness, your mistakes and it terrified him because as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t feel as if he could, no matter how strong he was or tried to be. The only thing he was certain of was that he had try his damndest to bring you back but then wait for fate to decide the rest.

Belphegor:

To be honest, Belphegor didn’t exactly want to come up to the human world in the first place, for a couple of reasons.

(1): He still has a teeny tiny ginormous grudge against humans, even if he knows Lilith became one and you were one as well. That didn’t mean that the rest of them were not still thorns in his side and most likely will remain so until the end of time. Especially Solomon. I mean really, what is that sorcerer up to half of the time?

(2): There isn’t much he prefers to be doing more so other than sleeping. He’s the Avatar of Sloth, Mr. Sandman himself. It came with the ‘job description.’ So he would just be going from sleeping down in the devildom, his palace of comfort, to sleeping up in that Father awful human world, the bane of his existence. “What a joy that would be,” he thought to himself while rolling his eyes as you were in the midst of going over all of the reasons he should come with you on this trip.

And finally (3): As much as he refuses to admit it, deep down in his heart of hearts, he often times feels guilty for being so low energy while you attempt to do things with him and share your life with him. He’s angry with himself for not being able to do much about it given that it is his sin, other than try his best to spend as much of his waking hours with you as he can for as long as you live, rather than sleeping both of them away. Which is why he inevitably caved and agreed to come with you on the trip. Besides, maybe the human world isn’t so bad when he’s with his favorite one? And maybe the chill from the snowy mountains could be his obvious excuse for snuggling ever so close to you under the piles of blankets and pillows. A smug little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth while he imagines it, eyeing your frame slowly, up and down, before nodding at whatever you had just said... sorry, MC. He wasn’t really listening at the time.

That is how the two of you ended up waving goodbye as you stepped out of the cabin to go sight seeing for a bit and he stayed behind, assuring you he would try his best to stay awake and unpack. We both know how that went

He awoke to the sound of an alarm you had secretly set on his D.D.D. knowing all too well that his promise was empty and growled at the ringing in his ear, nevermind that it was as soft as a loving mother’s lullaby. He jerks up, fumbles his hands in and around the mountain of blankets in search of his device, until he feels the vibrations of it and snatches it from its snug hiding place between his rump and the cushions. The light from it was blinding, having him squint into a frown as he swipes away the alarm. He grumbles, scratching his head through the tuffs of chaos before lifting his intertwined fingers towards the ceiling and letting out a groan, stretching his limbs. “MC?” he calls with his eyes still closed in a grumpy squint. Assuming you simply didn’t hear him, he calls for you again, a little louder, and with no reply for the second time, his eyes finally open and he looks around the empty cabin. He wiggles out of the blankets and walks around, giving the entire cabin a quick once-over, looking for his little, seemingly hard-of-hearing human. That’s odd. You weren’t home and it was-...? He checks his D.D.D. It was about the time you said you would be back. He glances out of a nearby window and frowns. It was swiftly darkening outside and not because of the sun laying down to rest, but due to a vicious storm beginning it’s onslaught. It ticked him off that you hadn’t returned since he felt that you knew better than to leave him waiting for you and it ticked him off a little bit more that now, there was a storm brewing and he had to go out in the cold to drag you back himself before you got yourself killed. Being here was pointless without you and staying awake was quite difficult; Therefore, if you weren’t going to be there with him when he happened to be ‘with the land of the living,’ he would simply go back to sleep... angrily for that matter considering he put time and effort into staying awake for you. He never did that for anyone, not even Beel. So you had better have a good reason for still being out in the cold, soon to be cold storm, or there was going to be devildom to pay. But instead of laying back down to return to his rudely interrupted slumber, as much as he wanted to do so out of spite, he grabbed a coat that was thicker than the one he typically wore and stepped out to come looking for you and then eventually punish you for your transgressions. He sighed as he pulled the hood over his head in an effort to reduce the blasts of ice filled wind and shambled through the rising snow, looking high and low for any traces of you. That’s when he noticed the carvings in the trees and stone piles shaped in an odd fashion. “Ah... not so naive after all,” he mutters to himself and another one of his signature smirks makes its way to his face, but that soon fades as the wind picks up and his line of sight shrinks further and further. This storm was becoming a bit too strong, even in the eyes of a demon such as himself, and that thought alone gave him chills that no blizzard could muster for he knew that this kind of storm was not something humans typically survive in, especially alone. “MC, I swear on Diavolo’s very demon soul that if you’re out here goofing off, you’ll regret the day you came back from my attempt to kill you.” The threat was empty and uttered without any true intention of being carried out. He was simply masking his fear with anger because he felt that his fear would weaken him and you didn’t need someone who was weak, you needed a strong and capable Belphegor to find you and bring you back home, safe and sound... being that you’re still alive.

He followed your trail until it came to a complete stop and with you nowhere in sight, he leaned against a nearby tree, one of the last ones you had marked, and traced his finger along the outline of the markings in the bark. “MC!!” He shouts for you but you don’t respond. He shouts your name over and over but the wind simply swallows them whole. Those fingers he once had on the bark, curled and tightened into a fist and he inhaled deeply just as he was rearing back before delivering an earth shaking blow to the center of the tree, leaving a gaping hole in its wake before the giant finally slunk to one side, toppled to the ground, and sent clumps of snow up in the air. His body shook no longer from the cold, but from the fear and the rage and the guilt overtaking him. He was terrified that he was losing you. Angry over the fact that no matter how hard he was trying, he couldn’t find you, much less save you. And celestial realm only knows how immensely guilty he felt for being the cause of your possible death, both in the past and now. He was shifting in and out of his demon form, his mind and sin arguing over who gets to take the reigns. Regrettably, his sin won without too much of a struggle and he bursts into his demon form onto his hands and knees, and began to scream, balling his eyes right out of his skull. “Please, MC!! For fuck’s sake, I can’t do this alone!! I need you, damn it!! I need you so fucking much!!” The world itself seemed to darken even further as Belphegor poured his breaking heart right out of the newly vacant pit in his chest. Nothing in all of the three realms could pull him from his decent into madness...

...until the sound of your voice makes it way to his ears, past the baying wind and cries of agony. Time itself seemed to stand still and the world around him grew deathly silent as he listened for your voice. He hears it echo from not too far off from where he kneeled. In the time it takes lightning to reach the earth, he has wiped his tears clean off and is now on his feet and bolting in the direction of your voice. That oh so delightful sound of your voice.

He reaches the knockoff shelter that you hid away in and hunches down, making his way to you. As soon as he reaches you, he slows to a stop and places his trembling fingers against your neck, testing for a pulse. It’s dangerously low but his heart lightly flutters because now he knows there’s a chance that you could make it out alive... if he hurries. Refusing to give up, he takes you in his arms and bolts back to the cabin to try and warm you up. If he can save you, he will make the celestial realm seem pale in comparison to the world he will provide for you. If not... Father have mercy on them all.

[beelsnack]

Hiya! I saw ur post about u being stressed at work so please take ur time with this request! There's no rush! Ur wellbeing is more important 💖 But when you get the time how about some headcanons for an MC who is very cute and naive but got teased for being so at RAD so they try to dress "cool" and pretend to be all badass but their tough persona just makes the demon brothers uwu even more cuz they think it's adorable how hard they're trying

Ah, thank you for being patient, Nonnie! I hope this was worth the wait!

I realized a bit too late that I may have misinterpreted your request a little, but I hope it turned out alright anyway. ^^

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Lucifer: “Careful, my dear, your face may get stuck like that.”

When the human turned around to greet him, they had their normal cheerful grin on their face. However, Lucifer watched as their expression turned surprised, then frustrated before they managed to school it back into the hilariously deep frown they had been forcing all day.

“Would you mind telling me why you’re making that ridiculous face?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They fell into step beside him. Even though they had pretty much figured out the layout of RAD, Lucifer insisted on walking with them to the Student Council Chambers. At first, it was just to make sure they didn’t accidentally end up in the torture chambers in the lower levels, but now he genuinely enjoyed the few moments they had alone together. Hearing them chatter on about their day lifted his mood exponentially.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” Lucifer inclined his head. “Force that scowl for much longer and you might pull a facial muscle.”

They wavered for a second before sighing. “Did it really look that bad?”

“It was quite an unnatural look for you.” he replied, a hint of laughter in his voice. “Would you mind telling me just what you were trying to do?”

“...Some demons in my class told me I smiled too much.” they admitted. “So I was trying to...not?”

Lucifer paused, regarding them with a raised eyebrow. “What in the Three Realms does ‘smiling too much’ mean?”

“I’m...not sure honestly,” they shrugged.

“My dear,” he stopped in front of them, placing his hands on their shoulders. “I don’t particularly care what those other demons think or want, but I will not have you depriving me of your beautiful smile.”

Mammon: That was his jacket.

It was way too big on them, making them look even smaller than they already did. It was also very clearly not part of the RAD uniform - not that any of the brothers wore their uniforms correctly, but the human was usually pretty up to code with theirs.

He caught up to them in a few steps and grabbed onto the collar of their - his - jacket. “Hey, human! Just what do you think you’re doing?”

They squeaked in surprise, and for a moment Mammon was caught off guard by how unbearably adorable it was. When they turned around, they were grinning sheepishly at him.

“H-hi Mammon.”

Oof. Honestly, he did not anticipate how seeing them wearing his clothes was going to affect him. The sleeves came down to their knuckles, and they had curled their fingers around the cuffs almost instinctively, It was too cute, he felt like his heart was trying to smash through his ribcage.

“You - you got a whole lotta nerve, stealing from the Great Mammon.” he released their collar, they both continued walking, although he had completely forgotten that his class was in the complete opposite direction.

“You left it in my room, though.”

“Doesn’t explain why you’re wearin’ it!”

“I’m sorry.” they sighed, beginning to shrug the jacket off of their shoulders. “Some demons were picking on me, so I thought they would leave me alone if I dressed a bit tougher. It didn’t work anyway, so I’ll give it back now.”

They were just about to yank their arms out of the sleeves when Mammon shook his head.

“Keep it, if it makes you feel better.” he definitely wasn’t blushing, nope, not even a little bit. “I’ve got others, so just accept the Great Mammon’s generosity.”

Leviathan: “Please tell me you didn’t pay a stupid amount of cash for those.”

The human frowned up at Levi, putting a hand over their new headphones almost protectively. “I paid a perfectly reasonable amount!”

“I wouldn’t pay anything for those,” he frowned. “The manufacturers would have to pay me, actually.”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” they huffed. “I just bought them so people would stop talking about me when they think I’m listening.”

Levi tilted his head. “Huh?”

The human sighed, playing idly with the cord of the headphones. “Some demons in my Curses class like to freak me out by saying how yummy I look when they catch my eye. I kind of hoped that they would stop if they weren’t getting a rise out of me.”

A white-hot surge of protectiveness crashed over him as the human curled in on themself. He might have been a giant otaku, but he would be damned if he let anything happen to his best friend. Well, more damned than he already was, anyway.

“You should have just said something,” he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I have an old pair you can have. They still work fine, but they released a limited-edition Ruri-chan version and obviously I have to rep my waifu so I’ve been using those - “

Satan: “Can I ask you something?”

The two of them were on their way to the RAD’s library. Satan honestly didn’t need to study, but the human definitely did, and using an academic excuse meant that Lucifer was more likely to leave the two of them alone.

“Of course,” Satan held the door open for them. Without even bothering to look, he began walking over to the table that had basically become their territory. Even if there were other demons there, they would probably scamper off.

“How do you get people to be afraid of you?”

Satan paused, raising an eyebrow in an expression that definitely did not make him look strikingly like Lucifer. “Me specifically?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, being the Avatar of Wrath gives me a leg up.”

The human scowled. “Damn it.”

“Why would you want people to be afraid of you?” Satan asked as they sat down. Up until this point, the human’s modus operandi was being so sweet that nobody ever wanted to hurt them, so the threatening angle was a complete 180.

“Some demons in class were making comments about me being dessert.” they mumbled, taking out their textbooks before slinging their bag over the back of the chair. “I honestly couldn’t tell if they were talking about my personality or my flesh, so…”

“Okay, first of all,” Satan leaned forward on his elbows. “We kill them.”

“Satan, no.”

Asmodeus: “Oh, darling, what have you done to yourself?”

They really needed to get a “Do Not Disturb” sign or something. Not that it would stop anything, but still.

Asmo at least had the decency to shut the door behind him, but that was as far as it went. He was openly staring at them, doing his best impression of the Scream painting.

“The makeup tutorial made this look so much easier.” they sighed, leaning back in their chair.

“They always do,” Asmo came over behind them, placing his hands on their shoulders as he leaned down to look at their laptop screen. “Never trust the ones on Sinterest.”

Their final product looked nothing like the model on the screen. The wings of their eyeliner were crooked, and one eye was longer than the other. The contouring made them look like a clown, and somehow they had gotten black eyeshadow on their nose.

“That’s quite the change of pace for you, darling.” Asmo commented, “It’s a look, but why the sudden switch?”

The human remained silent, their bottom lip quivering in a way that made Asmo want to gathering them up in a blanket. Eventually, they sighed again.

“All the succubi look so cool, and I always look...” they paused. “Human.”

“Darling, I don’t know how to break this to you - “

“I know, I know.” they grumbled. “I just wanted to look badass for once!”

The puppy-dog pout they had going on wasn’t doing anything for that particular look, but Asmo decided to keep that comment to himself. Instead, he spun them around, hands still on their shoulders. “Now, now, don’t make that face. Let’s see if we can’t fix this up a little, hm?”

Beelzebub: “What are you doing?”

He hadn’t meant to scare them, but they jumped like he had jumped from the ceiling. The yelp they let out made him feel guilty. Maybe Mammon was right when he said that Beel was disturbingly sneaky for someone his size.

Usually the gym was empty when he came for his morning workout, so seeing the human seated on the workout bench was a definite surprise. Not a bad one though.

“Beel!” the set the weight down. “Um…g-good morning…?”

“Morning,” he replied, making his way over to where they were situated. “You’re not usually one to workout, much less this early in the morning.”

“I, uh…” they stammered. “I wanted to get a little stronger, is all.”

“Not that I’m going to stop you,” he set his gym bag down next to the weight rack. “But why?”

They grumbled under their breath, but eventually sighed. “Some demons at RAD told me I looked chewy.”

“I mean, you kind of do.”

“Hey!”

“All humans look chewy, though.” he shrugged. “It’s not a bad thing. But you want to build up some muscle, right?”

They pouted, and Beel really wanted to reach out and pat them on the head. Instead, he sat next to them on the bench and handed them the weight they had been using.

“Okay, so you want to hold it like this…”

Belphegor: “You had a funny dream last night.”

They had learned from experience that telling Belphie to stop invading their privacy by watching their dreams did exactly fuck all, so they just huffed in annoyance as he flopped against their shoulder. “It wasn’t funny.”

“Amusing, then.”

“For you, maybe.”

They felt him smirk against their shoulder. “You really think a leather jacket and sunglasses will make demons think you’re tough?”

“More than skipping around with flowers in my hair would.”

“I think you would look cute with flowers in your hair. Let’s take some black roses from Diavolo’s garden.”

“Aren’t those poisonous?”

Belphie shifted, nuzzling into their neck as the professor walked in. “It’ll help with the tough image.”

“For about 4 hours until I start foaming at the mouth.” they folded their arms, jostling Belphie from their shoulder.

The demon laughed, pillowing his head in his arms as he leaned forward onto the desk. “I like how you are now. If someone starts giving you trouble, I’ll kill them for you.”

“No cannibalism, please.”

“That’s more Beel’s territory.”

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Obey Me! OC: Lucius aka Red, Demon Croupier

Croupier is the title for a dealer working at casinos. They oversee the bets, payouts, and assist with the game’s conduct.

Inspiration - I got soft for Mammon and wondered “If Mammon’s favor helped someone gain money more quickly or however you wish to interpret it, what would happen if someone else’s favor increased your likelihood of winning? What if that someone favored Mammon?” which doesn’t even fully explain Red’s powers.

General Description:

Eyes - Gold and Orange Hair Color - Light Brown with Blonde Highlights Hairstyle - Side Braids Into a Ponytail Skin Tone - Pale Peach, Vitiligo (White Patches Without Pigmentation) Nails - Gold French Tips (Yes, They’re Glittery)  Body Type - Lean, but with Some Body Fat  Extras - He has studs in his ear lobes, but his left ear has a bar through the cartilage (called an Industrial), and has a rook and inner conch piercing within that ear. His right ear has three helix piercings and a daith. He thinks it looks cool; this is questionable. (Link to Piercing Types)  Sexuality? - Gay; Useless Gay

Detailed Description: 

His personality is mature and respectful, but he knows how to remain relaxed and loose with clients. He’s usually all business with people like Lucifer and Barbatos or even Simeon. He’s not personally spoken to Barbatos or Diavolo by the time Obey Me starts. He’s cheeky and gets away with shit because he never loses. This includes arguments, bets, and whatever ventures he gets into. He���s granted his favor to Mammon, but keeps it on the down low by only granting it to him when Mammon sits at his table.

Earrings - He has gold earrings with rubies or citrine. Occasionally switches to stainless steel and rubies if he’s doing events at the casino. Doesn’t do gauges for himself, but some people can pull it off and he’d be the guy to ask “Can I poke it?”

Clothes, Casual - When he’s not working he wears black slim fit pants and a long sleeved, red v-neck. His jacket is a cropped bomber jacket with red material on the outside and black on the inside. Preferring boots, he chooses thigh high, steel toed, stiletto boots that he custom orders from Majolish. Steel toed because he’s had his feet crushed by demons stumbling into him, stilettos to make a statement. He’s forgotten why he started wearing these boots, he just knows he loves them. He accents with stainless steel or gold and rubies or citrine. 

Clothes, Work - A grey dress shirt with a red vest, he also has to wear a black bow tie and handkerchief. His dress shoes and pants are black. He can’t wear watches, rings, or other jewelry that could be taken off of him while he’s dealing. His earrings are an exception because it’s expected that he’d be able to tell if someone was trying to steal them. Mammon has in fact stolen a stud from his left ear because Red was busy arguing with a gambler and his date, but we don’t talk about that.

Demon Form - His horns are shorter versions of a scimitar horned oryx. (Image from Fossil Rim) He has two sets of wings similar to Asmodeus, but higher than where Asmo’s sit. His shirt is black with a sheer, glittery, red mesh sewn over the black material. There’s no back to it, but a red leather collar holds the shirt up in the front. His pants are black leather and his shoes are steel toed combat boots. He has a red belt with gold chains coming off of his belt loops on the front to the sides. His marks go up his back to his neck and look like crescent moons.  Rubies and citrine gems accent his clothes on any buckles, clasps, or jewelry pieces seen on him. His jewelry includes a ring on his right thumb (octagon cut), his right ring finger (band with embeds), his left pinkie (round cut), and left middle finger (antique cushion cut). He also wears a gold chain with a skeleton key as a necklace. (Link for Gemstone Cuts) 

OCCUPATION: 

As a Casino Croupier, Red usually deals games of poker, rummy, or various other card games at “The Gauntlet Casino.” He makes sure everyone is being honest and keeps them from cheating. As a demon lord, the nearest thing he’d be considered as is the “Avatar of Favor” which was the Devildom’s closest equivalent to the Celestial Realm’s “Angel of Generosity.” His domain is for favoring others, ensuring favorable outcomes, helping others see gratification through the act of exchanging favors, and even over the transference of gifts or souvenirs. This doesn’t seem like much and is thus overlooked more often than it is analysed. 

How it Works - All Red does is “wish” for an outcome that will benefit Mammon and it happens. It’s an instant guarantee that Mammon will win. If Red “wished” for a favorable outcome that benefited himself, Leviathan, Asmodeus, or even Diavolo, then he’s guaranteed that will happen. When he “wishes” he is reaching through a set future and manipulating the timeline he’s in to achieve an outcome he desires. He pulls the outcome he wants from one timeline and uses that to replace the less favorable outcome. He could do the opposite of this as well which is seen as him “taking away” someone’s favor. He does expend energy each time his favor is given to someone other than himself. If he gives it to them repeatedly in quick succession his fatigue and other symptoms (re: headaches and nausea, etc) will become harder to ignore until he eventually passes out. Mammon never plays at his table long enough for Red to start to succumb to the effects of pulling at the threads of Fate, but he’s always been careful to not get caught using his abilities regardless.

Why it Works - Red favors Mammon and shows him preferential treatment within the casino. Of course, he’s working, and therefore must always smile, be courteous, and remain polite with all guests. Any perceived preferential treatment, like when he ensures he deals to Mammon first every time or offers the demon free drinks on him, is usually written off as “Red is dealing to one of The Demon Lords, one of The Avatars of Sin therefore he has to on his BEST behavior.” This is beneficial for both Mammon and Red because when Mammon sits in front of Red he uses his powers to ensure the game ends in a favorable outcome for Mammon. He doesn’t use magic on the cards, doesn’t shuffle to ensure Mammon gets good cards, nor do he or Mammon hide cards up their sleeves or cheat their way through the games. Instead, Red sits, shuffles, deals, and ensures the game goes smoothly and fairly. He does his job, and Mammon. Always. Wins.

Bonus Facts:

As a useless gay he develops feelings for someone and can never ask them out or invite them to places with others. He even struggles to accept relationship opportunities/offers that seem obvious to others. He’s incredibly gay for Mammon. He acts like a dependable and diligent gentleman around Lucifer, which Lucifer approves of, and then goofs off and does stupid shit with Mammon, wherein Lucifer cannot catch them doing anything wrong despite knowing they had something to do with [insert chaotic incident here]. He has a love for pranking others and has pranked Lucifer with an ink bottle that doesn’t give ink unless tipped upside down. He got Satan, with Mammon’s help, by enchanting a cat book to behave like a cat; it clawed Satan and if he tries to read it for too long the book throws a fit and attacks him. 

Mammon and Red do a lot of gambling, drinking, and partying together. Red’s even met all of Mammon’s witches and has helped shave off some of his debt with them.

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Obey Me! Au Verse Tags

{Images here are in-game backgrounds for the Celestial Realm (Heaven) and Devildom (Hell) } This verse is a branch off from the Unholy Crusade Verse AU. Angela is sent to Devildom to monitor the progress of Lord Diavolo's program to bring the Celestial Realm, Devildom and the Human World together in a peaceful manner. She is to frequently report to God of their progress and note anything of special interest when it comes to the Avatars of Sin. Should the program fail, they will have hardships to face to prove they are worth keeping alive.

In this verse, there is a lack of mercy from God. He gives his children the cold shoulder and any who question his word are ruthlessly cast out of Heaven with no remorse. Verse name tag: ~v: Same Hell - Different Faces

Art Tags Lord Diavolo: ~:Prince of Devildom - Lord Diavolo: Barbatos: ~:Royal Butler- Barbatos: Lucifer: ~:Fallen Pride- Lucifer: Mammon: ~:Lost Charity - Mammon: Leviathan: ~:Forgotten Generosity - Leviathan: Satan: ~:Wrath Born From Pride - Satan: Asmodeus: ~:Banished Chasity- Asmodeus: Beelzabub: ~:Tempted Gluttony- Beelzabub: Belphegor: ~:Slumbering Diligence - Belphegor: Mephistopheles: ~:Former Media Demon Nobility- Mephistopheles:

Simeon: ;~Golden Heart -Simeon: Luke: ;~Reaching for Sweet Stars - Luke: Raphael: ;~Heavenly Assassin -Raphael:

Solomon: ;~Mortal Contractor Sorcerer - Solomon: Thirteen: ;~Reaper of Memories - Thirteen